Truly Dedicated to Art (Lily ABO) - Chapter 16

“Mmm… it’s so full…” Yu Shuinao pushed weakly at the woman on top of her, her strength soft and powerless, like she was acting spoiled.

She looked like a fully ripened fruit. Her snow-white skin was flushed with an ambiguous pink, covered in deep and light hickeys and traces of saliva. Her entire body was marked with the evidence of intense lust. Her slender legs loosely wrapped around the woman’s waist.

The cock kept spurting thick, scorching white cum into her wet, hot little pussy, load after load. There was far too much — it couldn’t hold it all. The milky-white fluid slowly leaked out from the gaps, trickling over her tender, sensitive skin and soaking the bedsheet beneath her ass along the curve of her buttocks.

“Mmm…” The woman let out a satisfied sigh, her eyes slightly narrowed. Her usually cold face was also tinged with a faint flush. A thin layer of moisture clouded her eyes, and a strand of sweat-dampened hair stuck to the side of her face, making her look both bewitching and restrained.

This woman…

For a moment, Yu Shuinao couldn’t find the words to describe her.

Another hot spurt of cum suddenly shot deep inside her pussy, scalding her so much that she trembled lightly.

She had been fucked into a complete mess… while the woman herself looked like she was about to pose for a magazine shoot.

Yu Shuinao lightly bit her lower lip and gave the woman a very personal, emotional label in her mind.

Such a bastard.

The woman wrapped an arm around her waist and shifted them into a side-lying position. Yu Shuinao naturally nestled into her arms. They stayed like that, quietly waiting for the cock to calm down.

She had cum so much… it felt like her belly was slightly swollen.

She couldn’t help complaining, “It’s so full…”

Her tone was sticky and soft.

It earned a low chuckle from Xie Yixuan. She bit her flushed earlobe, then kissed it soothingly.

“Take it,” she said, her voice a little hoarse.

“You’re the one who wouldn’t let me pull out.” Her tone was light and slow, the ending slightly drawn out, like it carried a hook.

“……”

Not wanting to engage with her dirty talk, Yu Shuinao leaned forward and sucked a red mark onto the woman’s smooth neck. She stared at her handiwork for a moment, then the corners of her lips curved up.

Good.

She couldn’t be the only one looking this wrecked.

The hand around her waist slid down and pinched her ass cheek — a small punishment, or perhaps silent indulgence.

They had been entangled from afternoon until midnight. Dinner was brought up by Aunt Zhou. When Xie Yixuan went to the door to get it, Yu Shuinao didn’t dare listen to what they were saying. Just thinking about the mess downstairs made her want to die of shame and anger.

“I… why am I at your house?” After her desire gradually subsided, her rationality finally returned.

The hand stroking up and down her back suddenly stopped. For a moment, the woman didn’t answer.

“Hm?” Yu Shuinao lifted her face from her arms.

Xie Yixuan’s gaze fell on her face — those wet eyes, the damp lashes blinking gently, looking so innocent and pure, as if she were simply curious about something ordinary. Thinking of that, her expression slowly turned cold.

“That day, the lunch the crew prepared for you was laced with an aphrodisiac.”

Yu Shuinao understood. It wasn’t entirely surprising. From the first day she entered the industry, she had heard plenty about these dirty tricks even if she hadn’t personally experienced them. She just hadn’t expected it to happen in her own crew.

Was it him again?

Almost every abnormal thing that had happened to her in recent years could be traced back to him.

Her feelings toward Wu Shikun had long since shifted from initial disgust and hatred to a deep revulsion and almost numb helplessness.

Seeing her lower her eyes and stay silent, Xie Yixuan stroked her cheek. Her voice was calm, showing neither joy nor anger: “I’ll take care of it.”

Yu Shuinao’s thoughts, which had drifted to the past, were interrupted. She looked up at her. The woman’s expression was indifferent.

Yet her words sounded like a promise.

Although solving this matter might be easy for her, and this promise-like statement fit their current relationship — perhaps it was simply part of the transaction, or the sponsor’s untouchable dignity — it still inevitably touched something inside her. In the years she had been trapped, the words she had heard most often were “there’s nothing we can do” and “there’s no way.”

She silently gazed at Xie Yixuan, tracing her features inch by inch — from her deep, still eyes like a cold pond to her lightly pursed lips. There was a probing quality in her gaze that even she herself hadn’t noticed.

Such a probing look would never be tolerated by Xie Yixuan from anyone else. But these eyes were too beautiful. When they looked up, they were especially pure and innocent, wet and glistening. That faint, wandering curiosity instead felt like a soft, warm dependence and coquettishness.

Xie Yixuan unconsciously tightened her arms, pulling her even closer into her embrace.

Suddenly, a faint, gentle smile appeared on Yu Shuinao’s lips.

“Okay.” She buried her face in the crook of Xie Yixuan’s neck, her damp lashes brushing against the skin.

Like a little bird seeking shelter.

…

The next day, she learned the full story from Cheng Lingheng.

A newly emerging capital group had invested in the Asking the Heart crew midway through production. The amount wasn’t small, so the crew naturally welcomed it. However, the investors requested a dinner gathering to “get to know” the director and main cast — which led to that night’s dinner.

“After a thorough investigation, we found that your lunch was specially prepared and laced with a special aphrodisiac. Apparently, when this drug encounters a trigger, the person will enter a state even more insane than a regular heat period, while remaining fully conscious. They can only watch helplessly as they…” At this point, Cheng Lingheng stopped, still shaken. Just thinking about it made her heart race with lingering fear. “Thank goodness you were picked up by President Xie that day. This is also my fault. I should have had them check your daily meals more carefully.”

The plan was vicious.

Yu Shuinao gripped her phone, a thousand thoughts swirling in her mind. Even after learning the full details, she thought she had enough mental preparation to face such dirty and despicable methods. But she didn’t. The suppressed anger and nausea made her feel like vomiting.

The weather in the capital today was gloomy and stiflingly hot, suffocating. She stood on the balcony overlooking the entire courtyard, watching the servants clean, water the plants, and prune the flowers. The carefully arranged flowerbeds of deep blue, pale purple, and milky white looked especially serene and cool under the overcast sky.

Yu Shuinao gazed at the flowerbeds, and her turbulent emotions gradually calmed.

Since this aphrodisiac required a trigger and kept the person conscious, why had she suddenly gone into heat and then lost consciousness after getting into Xie Yixuan’s car?

Thinking back to that brief and unexpected heat period…

It seemed that ever since meeting Xie Yixuan, both her mind and body had been behaving abnormally. As for the mental side, it felt like looking at flowers through mist — she could sense the answer was right in front of her, yet she couldn’t quite touch it.

But now, carefully examining her own heart, she wondered: was it that she didn’t want to touch it, or that she didn’t dare?

Better not to think about it.

Yu Shuinao took a deep breath. The outdoor air was hot and oppressive. Her phone rang again — it was Song Feici.

Song Feici had sensed something was off during the dinner that night. When the investors learned that Yu Shuinao had an unavoidable schedule and couldn’t attend, their expressions had turned extremely displeased, almost angry. The representative kept pressuring Wei Lan to call her over, even vaguely threatening to withdraw the investment. If it was just a normal networking dinner, why go that far?

But Wei Lan wasn’t someone who could be easily manipulated. After her explanations were ignored, she coldly shot back that if they wanted to withdraw the investment at the last minute, they should remember to pay the penalty.

The dinner ended on a sour note simply because one of the main leads was absent.

Even if she was slow to catch on, she could figure out that the dinner — and probably even the investment — had likely been arranged for one specific person. What she couldn’t understand was why the new investors were targeting Sister Shuinao, who was basically a newcomer.

It wasn’t until the next day, when she was told not to come to set, that she realized something serious had happened.

Even the crew-provided meals had been tampered with.

The biggest investor, the Xie Group, had ordered a halt to filming for an internal investigation, warning that if the matter wasn’t resolved, it wouldn’t just be about the investment anymore.

Song Feici had sent Yu Shuinao messages for several days with no reply. She had been anxious and worried the whole time.

Today she finally received a short reply. Both nervous and delighted, she immediately called.

Her voice was timid: “Sister Shuinao, are you okay?”

Yu Shuinao could almost imagine her pitiful little expression. The frustration in her heart instantly eased a lot. She teased her, “Maybe not so good.”

“Ah!!! Sister Shuinao, you— you, are you in the hospital? Is it serious? Which hospital? I—I’ll come see you right away!” As expected, the other end panicked, her voice rising sharply.

Yu Shuinao lowered her head and laughed softly. At that moment, from the corner of her eye she saw a familiar black sedan drive through the manor gates — it was Xie Yixuan’s car.

The car quickly stopped. The woman’s long, slender legs stepped out.

As if sensing something, Xie Yixuan looked up and met Yu Shuinao’s gaze just as she was smiling gently while on the phone on the balcony.

Their eyes met briefly in the air.

The next second, Xie Yixuan looked away and stopped looking up.

For some reason, Yu Shuinao felt a little guilty.

“Hello? Hello? Sister Shuinao, why aren’t you saying anything? You’re not… unconscious, are you?!” Song Feici’s anxious voice came through the receiver.

“Alright, I’m fine.” Yu Shuinao reined in her laughter and comforted her.

“How can you still lie to me.” Song Feici grumbled. She wanted to ask some questions but didn’t dare. “You… you didn’t have any other problems, right?”

After reassuring her several more times that she was truly fine — in every way — Song Feici finally relaxed.

Then, like a thief, Song Feici lowered her voice: “Um… did Sister Lan contact you?”

Yu Shuinao thought for a moment. “Mm… she sent a message. After I told her I was okay, we didn’t talk again.”

The other end fell silent for so long that Yu Shuinao thought she had hung up. Finally, Song Feici spoke: “She was really worried about you. She didn’t expect this to happen either…” She sounded hesitant, as if talking about something difficult to say.

“Her personality is just like that — she’s stubborn with her words. Sister Shuinao, you…” She couldn’t continue.

“I know. I understand. You all care about me a lot. Once the investigation results come out, everything will be fine. I won’t blame her.” Yu Shuinao gently took over the conversation.

“Aiya, it’s not that you shouldn’t blame her… she definitely has some responsibility in this!” Song Feici was almost incoherent.

Yu Shuinao laughed softly and asked with a hint of teasing, “Why are you always the one speaking up for her?”

“It’s because she…!” Song Feici reacted as if her tail had been stepped on. She blurted out half a sentence before abruptly stopping, her tone full of grievance. “That woman is sick in the head.”