On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 109
by Little PandaThe Happy Life Before Divorce
Before Divorce 5
Patted her head and scolded
October 1, 2022, 7:10 AM: 【Successfully pounced! I like her so, so much. I’m done for—she’s completely intoxicated me, left me dizzy with infatuation. I’m going to love her for the rest of my life. Wife is still sleeping. Getting out of bed right now to make Wife a breakfast made with love!】—
Having tasted the pleasures of adulthood, Yu Yan finally understood what a bland, flavorless life she had been living—it was almost too painful to look back on.
That had felt so incredibly good… but she wouldn’t lose herself solely in her own pleasure. She was no pillow princess—she was devoted to making Wife happy, to being Fu Yunqing’s equal.
Taking advantage of Fu Yunqing’s period, she had studied and practiced techniques day after day, convinced she had grasped the essentials. The moment Fu Yunqing’s period ended, she couldn’t wait to suggest giving it a try.
Fu Yunqing, of course, indulged her.
That evening, the two of them sat on the blanket by the floor-to-ceiling window, a sapphic erotic film playing on the tablet before them. Yu Yan leaned against Fu Yunqing, watching the screen while Fu Yunqing held her hand and trimmed her nails.
Her nails were already quite clean, just a few spots that weren’t smooth enough. Fu Yunqing inspected them, dissatisfied, and personally filed them down. The film on the tablet was fairly explicit. Yu Yan watched with burning cheeks and turned to glance at her—only to see her with her neck bent, focused entirely on filing her nails, expression unchanged.
On screen, two people were kissing. Yu Yan listened to the sounds, staring at her lips, and couldn’t help tilting her head up to kiss her. Fu Yunqing kissed her back without closing her eyes, her hands still moving, utterly composed—a magnetic allure that defied description.
She was so skilled, such a top.
Yu Yan always felt that the only reason she could pin her down was because Fu Yunqing doted on her.
Well—was being doted on by Wife really something to be embarrassed about?
For today, Yu Yan had prepared extensively. She had ordered a batch of finger cots online ahead of time, in all sorts of flavors. After washing her hands thoroughly in the bathroom, she came back and asked Fu Yunqing which one she liked best. Fu Yunqing said she liked them all, so Yu Yan decided to try the camellia-scented one first.
She put it on with clumsy unfamiliarity, unaccustomed to the cold, slippery sensation, and couldn’t resist a sniff—the scent reminded her of jiejie’s perfume.
But of course jiejie smelled better.
Yu Yan lay on top of her, face buried in the crook of her neck, gently catching the skin there between her teeth, her fingers placed at that spot, slowly stroking.
After a few kisses, she lifted her head. “Jiejie…”
Fu Yunqing lay against the pillow, her eyes gazing at her warmly, and gave a soft hum, signaling her to continue.
Yu Yan was terribly nervous. Looking at her face, sometimes she couldn’t even believe what she was doing—and Fu Yunqing was actually smiling.
But she smiled so beautifully—so relaxed, so at ease, so tenderly alluring.
She enjoyed it with composure and candor, her gaze growing softer with each careful stroke Yu Yan layered on, as though a pool of spring water brimmed in her eyes as she watched Yu Yan. She gasped from time to time, occasionally lifting a hand to touch Yu Yan’s neck and face.
She had lowered every defense, showing Yu Yan her most intimate, most seductive side—alluring eyes, low and gentle voice… Her voice was truly beautiful. Whenever she gasped, Yu Yan’s heart would flutter, as though a current of electricity had shot through her.
Yu Yan finally understood firsthand what it felt like to be a top.
It really wasn’t like performing manual labor—she was genuinely enjoying it…
But it wasn’t enough. She didn’t look satisfied enough. Yu Yan was anxious, wanting to give her more, wanting to feel a greater sense of fulfillment herself.
She hadn’t even realized that her own voice had grown breathier than Fu Yunqing’s. “Jiejie… did you used to… by yourself…?”
“Mm.”
“Are you comfortable now?”
Fu Yunqing gave a soft moan. “…Mm.”
Yu Yan truly cared about her skill level. “Do you think… it feels better than when you do it yourself?”
Fu Yunqing was at once helpless and amused. Yu Yan frowned, assuming her hesitation meant no, and felt a wave of discouragement. Even though Fu Yunqing immediately gave her an affirmative answer, she stubbornly believed Fu Yunqing was just humoring her—protecting the fragile ego of a first-time top.
She didn’t want that. Her mind was full of nothing but giving her the best experience possible, but impatience always spoiled the effort. Yu Yan bent down to kiss her, her hand growing clumsy, and when she heard Fu Yunqing’s pained sound of protest, she froze, at a complete loss.
“It’s okay, it’s fine, take it slow.” Fu Yunqing steadied her breathing, soothing her, and gripped her wrist to guide the rhythm—but Yu Yan suddenly pulled her hand out.
Her eyes reddened—whether from concern or shame, or perhaps both—and she had lost all confidence in her technique. She was sure her clumsy skills could never bring Fu Yunqing to climax.
No. She couldn’t disappoint her. Couldn’t let her lose hope for their life together.
There was only one option.
Something Yu Yan had seen in a video not long ago.
She propped herself up, shuffled back on her knees, placed both hands on Fu Yunqing’s thighs, and bent down—without warning, brought her face between them.
Fu Yunqing startled, instinctively pulling back, but Yu Yan immediately pressed forward again, gripping her tightly. Fu Yunqing’s face flushed crimson, utterly astonished, trying to stop her. “What are you doing? Get up…”
Yu Yan didn’t listen. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and began her clumsy, haphazard oral sex. Looking down at the dark head of the girl beneath her, Fu Yunqing couldn’t process it at first—she tried to pull her up, but…
“Mm—” She held back her voice.
“Who taught you that?”
“Get up, Yanyan. You can’t…”
“You can’t do this—mm—”
It wasn’t that Yu Yan was disobedient—she had simply gotten the response she wanted from Fu Yunqing’s reactions.
A sweet spring flowed from between the folds, drawn haphazardly into her mouth. The place grew wetter with her arrival, as though all things were coming back to life, carrying a scent uniquely Fu Yunqing’s—more hidden, more fragrant—shaming her yet addicting her.
It seemed like no technique was needed—as long as she was diligent enough, the spring would keep flowing. Even with her ears clamped tight, she could still hear her trembling, sweet voice.
More undone than before, more disheveled, more overwhelming.
Yu Yan’s mind went blank. She stayed pressed against her, taking a long while to collect herself, before slowly pulling away. Kneeling on the bed, propping herself up, she shook the droplets from her face and hair.
She looked up. Fu Yunqing lay on her side, her arm hanging limp, chest heaving violently, still catching her breath.
It was the first time Yu Yan had seen Fu Yunqing in such a disheveled state.
An indescribable feeling flashed through her heart. She crawled forward a little, coming before jiejie. Fu Yunqing panted heavily, lifting her eyes to look at her.
The girl’s face was flushed completely red—as though she had broken into a full-body sweat or been drenched in water. Her long hair clung wetly to her cheeks, and traces of moisture trailed down her chin, running along her neck and into her chest.
Those eyes looked at her cautiously, seeming thoroughly innocent.
Fu Yunqing found it somewhat difficult to meet her gaze.
She had never been prepared for anything like this. How could… how could that place be licked?
She still couldn’t quite accept it. She felt flushed with shame and indignation—Yu Yan was far too bold, far too disobedient. Coming before her looking like this, she truly didn’t know whether to scold her or praise her.
She raised her limp arm, patted her head, and scolded in fond reproach: “Are you a puppy?”
Yu Yan froze.
Was she a puppy?
The author has something to say:
Being called a puppy by jiejie—from then on she fell in love with Red Cliffs, and planted the seeds of McDonald’s.
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