Chapter 10: Kicked Off the Bed
Late at night, people were always prone to acting impulsively.
“Mwah~”
Yan Jingyao finally kissed Ji Lan. She pressed her against the wall, cradled her cheeks in both hands, and gently covered those red lips with her own.
Those lips looked remarkably similar to Monica Bellucci’s—coolly beautiful and seductive, yet so soft and warm to kiss.
Her heartbeat quickened slightly. Yan Jingyao slowed her movements, pressed a kiss to Ji Lan’s upper lip, and secretly opened her eyes.
They were so close, their breaths mingling without the slightest distance between them. She saw Ji Lan’s dense eyelashes trembling faintly and the subtle furrow between her brows.
Was she nervous?
A trace of tenderness rippled through Yan Jingyao’s heart. Perhaps women naturally treated other women with this instinctive gentleness, especially when Ji Lan was such an unattainable flower on a lofty peak.
Her movements unconsciously became even gentler. Yan Jingyao tried kissing the corner of her lips first, touching her intermittently, little by little, to soothe her.
The other woman wasn’t being rough. Ji Lan could feel that. Her eyelids trembled involuntarily, yet she still kept her eyes tightly shut.
Only she knew that she wasn’t nervous but afraid, with only a pitiful trace of shyness mixed in.
Her hands hanging at her sides clenched tightly into fists. A woman who studied psychology, observed people, and researched human behavior actually suffered from social anxiety.
Although it was only mild, it was still difficult to comprehend.
Of course, Yan Jingyao had no idea that the woman she was kissing had so many thoughts running through her mind. She naturally assumed Ji Lan was unwilling and refrained from going any further.
“Professor Ji.” She released Ji Lan’s rigid body, finding the situation somewhat amusing. “Look, you don’t want this either. We should…”
“I do.”
Ji Lan interrupted her and even took the initiative to wrap her arms around Yan Jingyao’s waist. She told herself this was merely a means to an end. “Let’s have sex.”
“…”
With them standing so close, Yan Jingyao naturally saw the persistence in Ji Lan’s eyes. She didn’t know why, but this woman was inexplicably adorable.
It was the first time in her life she had encountered a woman who relentlessly pursued her for sex.
“All right.”
Smiling, Yan Jingyao encircled Ji Lan’s waist and gently stroked her faintly flushed cheek, her breath teasing. “Let’s fuck.”
“…”
Everything began developing in an unpredictable direction. Yan Jingyao led Ji Lan into the bedroom, pushed her onto the bed, and loosened and removed her clothes.
Only her underwear remained. Yan Jingyao also removed her nightgown and stood naked before her. No matter how reluctant she was to look, Ji Lan still saw her figure—slender and well-proportioned, with taut, defined lines across her abdomen.
Just as Yan Jingyao approached, Ji Lan suddenly asked, “Can we turn off the light?”
“Sure.” Yan Jingyao swept back her hair, a hint of mockery in her eyes. “Our Professor Ji can’t handle seeing too much.”
Her gaze swept meaningfully across Ji Lan’s body. Feeling awkward, Ji Lan drew up her knees and hugged them until Yan Jingyao switched off the bedroom light.
“Are you shy?”
Yan Jingyao walked to the bedside, grasped Ji Lan’s ankles, and pulled her legs apart. She climbed onto the bed, lowered herself over her, and pressed their breasts together.
Reaching beneath Ji Lan with her right hand, she unhooked her bra, yanked it away, and pressed their bare skin together before lowering her head to kiss her.
“Mwah~”
An unfamiliar warmth and softness, accompanied by a faint dampness, lingered along her chin. Unaccustomed to the sensation, Ji Lan frowned, her body remaining rigid.
Going to bed. Having sex…
Her body knew nothing about romance or intimacy either. Suddenly being asked to surrender herself like this left her psychologically resistant, even if she didn’t consider herself conservative.
A woman’s body and soul were not easily separated. Ji Lan had no choice but to persuade herself to be more open-minded. It was only physical contact.
She trembled faintly. Yan Jingyao slowly kissed her neck, sensing her flinching and stiffness with her lips, and stopped.
“Do you truly want to have sex with me?”
In the darkness, she could see only Yan Jingyao’s blurry silhouette, but Ji Lan could hear the disdain and cynical amusement mixed into her voice.
A purely physical relationship. Ji Lan could almost see the contemptuous, mocking curve of her lips.
“…”
She wanted to speak but couldn’t force the words out. Her body and mind were betraying each other, pulling her in opposite directions—one resisting and the other accepting. Ji Lan trembled again and bit her lip.
Yan Jingyao received no answer. She straightened, swept aside the hair that had fallen forward, and looked at the rigid, aloof beauty beneath her in the darkness. Her tone was teasing. “Professor Ji, if you don’t say anything, I’ll take your silence as consent.”
“…”
Her breasts were caressed for the first time. Goosebumps rose continuously across Ji Lan’s skin. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to remain still.
An unfamiliar tingling spread through her nipples, making them contract slightly. Shame overwhelmed her. She turned her head aside, took a deep breath, and squeezed her eyes shut.
It was only sex. It was only sex…
Her lower abdomen suddenly tickled. Ji Lan finally reacted instinctively, raising her leg and thrusting her knee outward.
“Ah!”
A scream rang through the darkness, followed by a muffled thud. Yan Jingyao had been kicked in the chin and rolled off the bed, landing face-first on the cold wooden floor.
She lay sprawled in the shape of a star, looking utterly miserable. Attorney Yan’s breasts were squashed and distorted against the hard floor, while her knees and elbows hurt so badly that she couldn’t get up for quite some time.
Her chin burned, numb and painful. Yan Jingyao cursed ten thousand times inside before suddenly tasting a faint metallic sweetness.
Her lip was split. Fucking hell!
She climbed up from the cold floor and rubbed her chilled, compressed breasts. Switching on the bedside lamp, she wiped the corner of her mouth.
Several bright-red streaks stained her fingertips. Her skin really had split. Completely speechless, Yan Jingyao hurriedly took out a small mirror. One of her teeth had struck her lower lip, leaving a small cut that was still bleeding.
It looked exceptionally gruesome. She pulled out a tissue and pressed it against the wound, then turned and saw Ji Lan sitting helplessly on the bed. Anger surged through her.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Ji Lan was the one who wouldn’t leave her alone. Ji Lan was the one who demanded sex. And Ji Lan was still the one who kicked her off the bed! Her brain wasn’t merely stuffed with piggy buns—it had also been slammed in a door!
Speaking pulled at the wound again. Yan Jingyao hissed in frustration and continued inspecting herself in the mirror. Not only had her lip split, but her chin also seemed injured and was already beginning to bruise.
She had suffered a completely undeserved disaster!
Ji Lan finally recovered from her shock. Seeing how badly she had injured Yan Jingyao, guilt surged through her, and she hurriedly got out of bed to find some ice.
There were no ice cubes in the refrigerator, only chilled beer. She had no choice but to take out a can and bring it back, intending to press it against Yan Jingyao’s injury.
“Don’t fucking touch me!”
Attorney Yan was still furious. She was already being remarkably merciful by not throwing out this piggy-bun-brained woman. She swung her hand away in disgust, knocking the cold beer from Ji Lan’s grasp and sending it to the floor.
Ji Lan didn’t become angry. As she bent down to retrieve the beer, Yan Jingyao suddenly grabbed her, shoved her onto the bed, forced her legs apart with one knee, and pinned both wrists down.
“Yan-Yan Jingyao?”
The abrupt forcefulness left Ji Lan’s mind blank before fear followed close behind. She disliked this atmosphere. “Y-You need to calm down…”
“Calm down for what?” Blood stained the corner of Yan Jingyao’s mouth, and fury burned in her eyes as she raised an eyebrow contemptuously. “Weren’t you the one who wanted sex?”
She stacked Ji Lan’s wrists together and held them with one hand. Freeing her right hand, she touched Ji Lan’s naked body without caressing her, heading directly toward the intimate area below her abdomen.
Her fingers easily brushed aside Ji Lan’s pubic hair, leaving that place entirely exposed. Ji Lan’s face turned scarlet. With the light switched on, she felt a hundred times more ashamed than before, and her body began trembling uncontrollably again.
“No… don’t…”
She had never given her body or heart to anyone, yet now she was about to be penetrated so casually. Faced with the reality of it, Ji Lan suddenly regretted her decision. Her eyes even became faintly wet, though she didn’t know whether it was because sex frightened her.
But she had been the one to ask for sex. She could only close her eyes and lie resignedly on the bed as memories of that day resurfaced in her mind.
Inside the dim KTV room, an unfamiliar woman had held her, offensively slipped a hand into her panties, and rubbed fingers against the intimate place no one had ever touched. With contempt in her voice, she had asked, “Is this your first time selling yourself?”
Yan Jingyao looked exactly as she had then. Panic abruptly surged through Ji Lan’s heart. She frowned tightly and endured every trace of disgust and discomfort.
She needed to get close to Yan Jingyao. This was the fastest method.
She repeated the suggestion to herself again and again, yet the anticipated penetration and pain never came.
Had she… given up?
Her wrists were released. Ji Lan cautiously opened her eyes a crack and vaguely saw Yan Jingyao switch off the bedside lamp.
That assertive fragrance surrounded her again. While Ji Lan remained confused, Yan Jingyao took the opportunity to embrace her from behind. Her breasts pressed against Ji Lan’s back as one hand slowly cupped her breast.
The darkness offered Ji Lan protection. She couldn’t see anything, but warm, damp breaths brushed past her ear. Yan Jingyao’s voice was unexpectedly gentle.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll be gentle.”
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