Leave If You Dare! (GL) - Chapter 2

Lin Zi now looked like a lamb waiting to be caressed and toyed with by its owner.

Qin Ximo forcefully flipped Lin Zi over, gripping her ankles and lifting them high before bending them to either side of her body. With a slight push forward, Lin Zi’s entire body arched into a 30-degree M-shape.

“Miss Qin, please stop!” Lin Zi only had to lift her head slightly to see her most private area fully exposed right in front of Qin Ximo. It was utterly humiliating—even she herself had never looked so closely at such an intimate part of her body.

Qin Ximo smiled faintly, ignoring Lin Zi’s protests. She leaned down to tease the breathtaking sight laid bare before her, stroking the sensitive core over and over again. Lin Zi gasped, her body rising and falling, arching back and then pressing forward. The wetness between her legs wasn’t cleaned away but instead grew more overwhelming.

Lin Zi had never known she could be this sensitive. Did she have some hidden ability that this woman, whom she’d met in the shower, had completely awakened?

“What’s wrong? Feeling ashamed? Good girl,” Qin Ximo murmured, half-teasing, half-warning. With swift movements, she pulled out her handkerchief and unhesitatingly covered Lin Zi’s eyes.

“What are you doing?” Lin Zi struggled, but Qin Ximo restrained her flailing hands with one hand while the other roamed over Lin Zi’s creamy-white body. Trembling even as she resisted, Lin Zi’s protests came in broken gasps but never ceased.

Qin Ximo’s fingers trailed from Lin Zi’s slightly raised chest down to her flat stomach, then lower still. Feeling the invasion, Lin Zi immediately clenched her thighs, but the resistance was futile—Qin Ximo only needed a slight push to conquer her defenses.

Utterly defenseless, Lin Zi could see nothing and could only rely on sensation. And what Qin Ximo brought her was pleasure so intense it bordered on collapse—an unrestrained, overwhelming release.

The room was filled with the heavy sounds of desire—panting and slick wetness—making it impossible to tell whether it was Lin Zi’s restraint shattering or Qin Ximo’s relentless intensity escalating.

Lin Zi couldn’t even remember how many times she had lost herself, only that in the end, one of them collapsed at the head of the bed while the other sprawled at the foot, too exhausted to even exchange words.

When Lin Zi woke, the space beside her was empty. Every trace of Qin Ximo in the room had vanished. Yet, unlike the post-intimacy abandonment described in books, she felt no sense of loss—at least the lingering scent of Qin Ximo remained on the sheets, distinct and unfamiliar in the pale light of dawn.

It felt like a dream. If not for the humiliating bite marks on her chest and the dull ache in her waist and legs, Lin Zi would have sworn it was all just a dream.

Walking to the mirror, Lin Zi looked at the disheveled, naked reflection before her, suddenly overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling. Last night, the mysterious woman Qin Ximo had gracefully invited her to her room for a chat. Lin Zi hadn’t been entirely without caution, yet she found it strange how her usually high vigilance had completely dissolved in Qin Ximo’s presence. Was it because Qin Ximo exuded warmth and elegance, appearing utterly harmless? Or was it simply that Lin Zi had no resistance to a woman whose every movement radiated beauty and grace?

Whatever the reason, last night’s unexpected experience had been a profound shock to Lin Zi. Perhaps she had only wanted a meaningful kiss—that was why she had picked up the spoon Qin Ximo dropped at her feet. But Qin Ximo had clearly interpreted this ordinary gesture as an invitation for something far more intimate.

And so, what followed was Qin Ximo kissing the spaces between her fingers, then pushing her to the ground without hesitation when she grew flustered.

And so, what followed was Lin Zi saying no, while Qin Ximo seemed intent on devouring her whole.

Lin Zi had never been forced into anything before. But last night—how was it any different from coercion?

This wasn’t an era where violated women were expected to throw themselves into wells or lakes to preserve their chastity. Besides, Lin Zi was far from the type to wail and lament over such things. The resilience and strength forged in the western wilderness had always served her well, allowing her to face any situation with clarity and composure.

Yet, that damp, sticky act—the kind that should have filled her with shame from head to toe, the kind whose sounds and images should have been scrubbed clean from her mind—had, after being forced upon her, quietly carved out a corner in her heart. It lurked silently in her veins, beneath her bones, feeding on her emotions and memories, spreading inch by inch through her heart until it seized every inch of her skin, every cell.

It was an indescribable feeling. Lin Zi couldn’t put it into words, nor could she judge it. All she knew was that Qin Ximo existed in her mind as something vague and dual—a presence that ignited sparks of desire with subtle ambiguity, only to end with the raw, overwhelming impact of a punch to the gut. Qin Ximo had dragged her into a feast of lust and passion, like serving a lavish banquet to an ascetic accustomed to plain fare. The sheer intensity of this contrast sometimes swept through her like a hurricane, flattening all normal emotional fluctuations, and other times arrived like a letter from afar—simple yet laced with wild, unrestrained romance. This inexplicable feeling, fortunately, had settled into silence with Qin Ximo’s departure.

In City D, the strangest things could happen, couldn’t they?

Having been away for so long, perhaps this was the perfect place to readjust.

Lin Zi walked to the window and drew back the curtains. Outside, the world was radiant.

The weather was clear today, cloudless skies, spring blossoms, and magpies chattering on the branches—everything was harmonious and beautiful.

Lin Zi lifted her face and took a deep breath of fresh air. Compared to the dusty, sand-choked winds of the west, this soft, slightly humid air was like the finest tonic.

It cleansed her lungs, refreshing her to the core.

Thinking back to that law firm with its gilded sign, her rebellious anger didn’t seem so sharp anymore.

To hell with the Lin family business, to hell with the family fortune, to hell with the shared inheritance rights.

She didn’t care for any of it.

From today onward, she was a free woman!

Free to choose where to live, free to fall in love, free to eat, drink and enjoy life to the fullest.

No more thinking about that heartless father of hers, that bastard Lin Wangran who sent her to a boarding school in the west for five whole years.

It was all in the past.

From today onward, she would live for herself.