On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 101
by Little PandaLove You
Damp, Clinging, and Tender
Her reactions told Fu Yunqing that she liked it very much.
Fu Yunqing rubbed the reddened flesh with her hand, her gentleness helping Yu Yan ease up a little, leaning against her shoulder and panting ceaselessly—but just as the puppy steadied herself, Fu Yunqing turned up the frequency on the little device, and she couldn’t take it again, whimpering intensely.
Smack—another slap landed, heavier than the last one. Yu Yan’s whole body seized up, tense and crying out, “No—”
Fu Yunqing reached down to check, and drew back a hand slick with wetness.
The bedsheets beneath her had darkened with it.
Her reactions were far stronger than on many previous occasions—this method truly did make her more aroused.
Why was that, exactly? Was Yanyan born this way, or had she developed these tendencies only after being together with her?
She said she would often fantasize about certain scenes, and hearing her describe them, in every single fantasy the only other person was herself. That made Fu Yunqing deeply happy, deeply pleased.
She no longer worried, nor did she think it was anything bad.
Looking down, the puppy was curled up in her arms, a large expanse of her back exposed and burning hot and red, her body trembling ceaselessly. As Fu Yunqing stroked her, she thought: it had to be herself who had made her this way.
It had to be herself who had awakened this in her. With anyone else, there would have been no possibility at all.
Baby, do you know that?
This side of you is only safe under Mommy’s control.
No matter what, it can only be beneath Mommy’s palm.
Smack—
“Mmh…” Yu Yan spasmed from the stimulation, unable to bear it, clinging to her and begging for mercy.
“Mommy… Master… no more…”
“You don’t want it?” Fu Yunqing wiped the wetness back across her skin. She whined and shook her head, her voice thick with sobs.
Fu Yunqing let her catch her breath, observing her. Before long, the puppy seemed to grow insatiable again, her whimpers changing in tone.
So the puppy’s “no” wasn’t a real “no.” As her Master, she needed to know this—to understand her, to know her body even better than she did herself.
Smack—
…
Yu Yan lay on her side against the pillow, her nightdress bunched up around her waist, a crisscross of handprints across her bottom. The collar still hung around her neck—no one but her Master could take it off for her.
Her Master’s hand traveled slowly upward from her reddened bottom, parting her sweat-dampened long hair, caressing her neck as it rose and fell with ragged breaths.
The collar was something the puppy had bought on a whim—poor quality material, and with her delicate neck skin, removing it had left several red marks where it had pressed.
The puppy lay with her face turned, eyes unfocused, breathing hard. Her face was streaked with undried tears, and a glistening trail of drool ran from her chin to her throat—spilled in the depths of abandon.
Fu Yunqing pulled a tissue, lifted her chin, and wiped her face clean. She rubbed her head tenderly and praised in a soft voice, “Baby did so well.”
“Mmh…” Too shy to meet her eyes, Yu Yan turned her head, trying to bury her entire face in the pillow. Fu Yunqing wouldn’t let her hide. She pressed her down, cupped her cheek with her palm, and made her look at her, keeping her face within her gaze.
“Be good.”
“You did wonderfully, so good. Good Baby…”
Her palm was warm and soft, every touch bringing a ticklish, heart-fluttering sensation. She stroked her slowly while murmuring soothing, praising words, watching her lips, then leaned down to kiss her.
Fu Yunqing’s kiss was gentle yet commanding—capturing her lips, allowing no refusal, slipping in her tongue. Yu Yan had no strength left to resist, and couldn’t refuse even in her heart, holding onto her shoulders and yielding to her.
Damp, clinging, and tender.
A kiss like this was too easy to lose yourself in. As they kissed, Fu Yunqing gathered her into her arms. Yu Yan held her tightly too, and when her Master pulled away, she chased after her lips, wanting just a little more before she could let go.
The room filled continually with the suggestive sounds of wetness, intertwined with heavy breathing, until at last it subsided. Yu Yan lay draped over Fu Yunqing, surrendered and immersed body and soul, receiving an overwhelming sensation called happiness.
This much was enough for today. Fu Yunqing had come to understand her more deeply, and knew all the more that they mustn’t rush things—this was a slow, enjoyable process of mutual exploration.
Fu Yunqing rubbed her bottom with one hand, the other gently tracing the red marks on her neck. She looked down at her, eyes full of tenderness. “Does it still hurt?”
“Mmh~”
“Did you like it?” Listening to the puppy’s feelings was an important part too.
“Mmh…”
“Hmm?”
“Love you.”
Yu Yan burrowed deeper into her arms, holding onto her neck. Her voice was hoarse but still soft. “Love you…”
“Do you love me?”
“I love you so, so much…”
Fu Yunqing’s lips curved into a smile.
She too had derived an immense sense of satisfaction from her puppy.
The author has something to say:
I hit a bit of a wall with the upcoming chapters and wrote a pile of discarded drafts, so I’ll just post this much for today.
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