Using Beauty to Commit Crimes (Lily ABO) - Chapter 8

But it was only hard, nothing more.

Su Yi’s hand moved roughly up and down her cock, clearly without much pleasure. She bit down hard on her lower lip, showing no mercy to herself, looking like she just wanted to finish the task as quickly as possible.

“Look at me,” Jiang Yan suddenly commanded.

Beauty flinched. Jiang Yan keenly noticed the involuntary twitch of her lower abdomen, as if startled. Pleased, she tossed the cushion in her arms aside.

“Have you ever masturbated before?”

Without waiting for an answer, Jiang Yan nodded to herself. “Of course you have. But you’re obviously still a novice. Do you know the key to masturbation? Rich sexual fantasy. I think you could use a little help.”

Jiang Yan leaned back, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt that had been clinging tightly to her thighs, then parting her legs.

She even deliberately adjusted the bedside lamp, letting the bright light chase away the shadows between her legs.

Su Yi saw a black thong. The narrow strip of fabric, barely two fingers wide, dug deep into the cleft, faintly revealing the pink tender flesh beneath.

Her pubic hair had been carefully trimmed into a thin, neat strip, which only made Jiang Yan’s pussy look even more childishly delicate.

What surprised Su Yi even more was that Jiang Yan was already wet. The honey had soaked through the thong and clung to the roots of her thighs, leaving a pearly sheen in places rarely exposed to light.

But Su Yi didn’t know whether it was because of the female Alpha from earlier—or because of her.

Under the bright light, Jiang Yan’s fingers slid along the soaked fabric. She tilted her head back slightly, trembling as she exhaled.

“…Ha… Do you like what you see?”

Jiang Yan looked at her. The gaze she sent over was impossibly complex, thick and viscous, as though desire itself had been melted down and poured into her eyes.

Su Yi’s hand gripped her cock tightly. Desire surged up from somewhere unknown, ferocious and unstoppable, crashing through her brain and pounding straight into her shaft. She could even feel the violent throbbing of her veins.

She began stroking herself rapidly. The force that had previously caused her pain now felt far too weak—nowhere near enough.

Jiang Yan started to moan—indistinct sounds, sometimes impossibly high, sometimes impossibly low. Su Yi couldn’t stop shaking. The overwhelming desire was almost too much to bear.

She trembled violently. In stark contrast to her increasingly rigid cock, her legs began to weaken.

She bit down hard on the corner of her mouth. The extreme pleasure made her want to scream and sob at the same time. Sweat slid down her brow and the bridge of her nose, stinging her eyes red, but she refused to close them—she couldn’t bear to look away.

Jiang Yan’s honey-slicked fingers finally pushed aside the thin strip of fabric, fully exposing the tender pink vagina.

First one finger, then two. Without giving herself time to adjust, Jiang Yan added a third. The soft, pink vagina didn’t seem eager to accept so many at once—it resisted, yet also clung and pulled them deeper.

Su Yi knew something was wrong with her.

She wanted to get closer to Jiang Yan. Even though she hadn’t differentiated yet, the possessive instinct carved into every Alpha’s bones wouldn’t let her just stand there and watch.

She wanted to push her own cock into this unmarked Omega’s little hole, force apart the soft walls currently wrapped around Jiang Yan’s fingers, drive all the way to the reproductive cavity, then knot—locking her in place forever.

She wanted to bite through her gland, mark her body with her own scent, so that every single person who could smell her would know: this Omega belongs to me. No one else is allowed to covet her!

Su Yi sucked in a sharp breath. Her lungs expanded to their limit, filled with air. A sudden ache bloomed at the base of her spine—and just like that, she came.

“…Wu!” Jiang Yan didn’t miss the fleeting flash of pain and ecstasy on Su Yi’s face. The white spurts arced through the air in a parabola; several drops even landed on the bedsheet between her legs.

Jiang Yan felt like one of those ancient, foolish emperors who squandered everything just to win a smile from their favorite beauty. She rose to her knees on the bed, deliberately arching her back and lifting her honey-drenched ass. Her fingers didn’t stop—instead, they thrust deeper and faster.

“…Wu… ah… nnn…” She swayed her hips lewdly. The wet, squelching sounds of her fingers plunging in and out mixed with her humming moans to form the perfect accompaniment.

She looked at Su Yi kneeling on the low table, panting heavily, then slowly extended her tongue and lapped up the scattered drops of white that had landed on the sheet.

The thick, musky-salt taste flooded Jiang Yan’s senses. The suppressants prevented her from distinguishing any specific pheromones, but the pure flavor of raw bodily fluid alone was already enough to make her addicted.

“…Haah!” She drove her fingers in as deep as they could go. Her hips bucked uncontrollably. A flush spread across her entire body. She trembled violently—and came hard, fucked to orgasm by her own fingers.