On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 70
by Little PandaSeduced
Mommy Loves You
Fu Yunqing’s gaze lingered on her face. She raised her hand to slide the hair tie from the back of Yu Yan’s head, letting her bun fall loose, framing her face and making it look so small and obedient.
They gazed into each other’s eyes as a thick, breathless tension pooled between them. Yu Yan held onto her jiejie’s shoulders. Fu Yunqing’s palm cradled the back of her neck through her thick, long hair, while her other hand rested on her cheek, her fingertips sliding slowly downward before her thumb pressed lightly against her lips, rubbing and caressing them.
She asked, “What did you and Xiao Jing talk about in the classroom today?”
What had she talked about with Xiao Jing?
Yu Yan hadn’t expected Fu Yunqing to bring this up. She hadn’t taken the encounter to heart at all and could barely even recall it now. But with Fu Yunqing watching her so intently, demanding an answer, she had no choice but to search her memory. She parted her lips, careful not to accidentally take Fu Yunqing’s thumb into her mouth, and managed to murmur, “Nothing, really. We didn’t talk about much.”
“Nothing, really?”
“It was just… just some idle chatter. She asked if we’d made up.”
“And what did you say?”
“That we’ve made up, of course.”
She thought Fu Yunqing would be pleased with that answer, but instead Fu Yunqing said, “Didn’t we agree that you wouldn’t disrupt the other students if you came to class?”
Yu Yan had never expected her to care about something like that. She quickly defended herself, “She’s the one who said she didn’t want to pay attention to the lecture!”
Fu Yunqing’s tone turned strict. “That’s no excuse to strike up a conversation with her.”
Yu Yan’s eyes widened.
“I was wrong.”
She had truly not expected Fu Yunqing to care this much about whether her students paid attention in class.
So Fu Yunqing wasn’t tired of her after all; she was just upset because Yu Yan had disrupted her student’s learning?
“I’m sorry, okay?”
Seeing how quickly she apologized, Fu Yunqing’s tone softened. “It’s alright.”
“I’m not trying to lecture you.”
“I’m only telling you that you mustn’t do it again. You need to be good and let them focus on their studies.”
“Mm,” Yu Yan readily agreed. She was sensible enough to know that disrupting a teacher’s students right in front of her was indeed a terrible thing to do.
“So good,” Fu Yunqing murmured in praise, tilting her head up to kiss her.
Yu Yan thought she was going to kiss her deeply, but the contact was brief—just two featherlight brushes. She opened her eyes and darted her tongue out to lick the spot where the other woman’s lips had just been.
She felt the hand on the back of her neck apply a firm, downward pressure.
Yu Yan yielded to the force, lowering her head further. Her long eyelashes fluttered. The moment she met that soft warmth, she closed her eyes and parted her lips, welcoming the touch, sucking gently as she held her mouth and swept her tongue inside to taste her.
Yu Yan had already grown quite accustomed to these deep, breathless kisses.
Every single kiss sent a rush of heat through her, making her realize how much she adored the woman.
Perhaps because she’d been craving this kiss the entire way home, only to have the anticipation stretched out by the long process of waiting for Fu Yunqing to bathe and then showering herself, her throat felt incredibly parched. Yu Yan was growing a little impatient.
Yu Yan wanted to seduce her, to completely ensnare her, to make her fall even deeper in love with her.
Her cheeks flushed and her breathing turned ragged, Yu Yan wrapped her arms around her neck, leaning down to press herself as deep into the kiss as she could. Fu Yunqing held her by the waist, stroking her spine. Yu Yan felt as if the older woman’s hands carried an electric charge; everywhere she touched tingled with a delicious, overwhelming numbness. Unable to cope with this unfamiliar sensation, she squirmed and turned her head away, but Fu Yunqing kept her eyes half-lidded, tilting her face up to trail kisses down her neck instead.
“Mm…”
It tickled so much.
That strange sensation grew even more intense.
“You smell so good,” Fu Yunqing murmured softly in praise.
When Yu Yan had finished her shower, she’d spritzed some perfume on her neck.
She’d noticed it…
Fu Yunqing slid her hand down to caress her thigh while sucking on a soft patch of skin on her neck. Suddenly—Yu Yan pressed her hands against her shoulders, as if to stay her.
Fu Yunqing stopped. The room fell quiet, save for the heavy, ragged breathing of the two women.
Yu Yan stared at her blankly.
Just now… Fu Yunqing had slipped her hand under her dress.
Yu Yan was shocked, her face burning hot. She…
She really had been seduced…
As their eyes met, Yu Yan’s breathing trembled. Sensing her unease, Fu Yunqing raised her hand to stroke her hair.
Even though it was just a gentle touch, Yu Yan suddenly felt a spark of curiosity flare inside her.
She realized she’d forgotten the most thrilling three years of her life, and she suddenly became incredibly curious. What did it feel like to wear a collar around her neck? Did that whip actually hurt when it struck her body? Did getting slapped actually feel good?
Was making love with a woman really as pleasurable as people made it out to be?
Yu Yan recalled that night again—with Fu Yunqing behind her, and the ragged, trembling sounds she’d made.
A surge of heat rushed through her.
“Jiejie…”
Yu Yan swallowed against her dry throat, her eyes filled with a helpless, sincere, and entirely raw longing.
“I…”
“What is it?” Fu Yunqing asked softly.
“I…”
She couldn’t voice the words. Fu Yunqing leaned up, swallowing her unfinished sentence with a deep, consuming kiss.
Their lips and teeth tangled as they lost themselves in passion. Before she knew it, Yu Yan was lying flat on the bed, her head resting on Fu Yunqing’s pillow as she stared up nervously at her. Fu Yunqing leaned over, cupping her face and stroking it gently, her gaze soft yet thick with restraint. Yu Yan parted her lips as if to speak, but Fu Yunqing lowered her head to kiss her once more.
Yu Yan instinctively tilted her head back. In the brief moment they parted to breathe, Fu Yunqing turned to kiss her cheek. Yu Yan’s long eyelashes fluttered as she shyly cast her gaze downward. Fu Yunqing trailed slowly downward to kiss her ear. Yu Yan’s ears were incredibly sensitive; even before their lips met, the hot puffs of Fu Yunqing’s breath sent wave after wave of tingling shivers through her. Fu Yunqing took her earlobe into her mouth, then kissed the curve of her ear. A delicious, tingling sensation traveled from the base of her ear all the way through her entire body. Yu Yan knitted her brows and let out a soft whine. “Mm…”
Fu Yunqing didn’t stop. She kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear, then moved down to her neck. Yu Yan gripped her waist, her body tense as she held her. Fu Yunqing’s lips pressed against the skin of her neck as she whispered, “It’s alright. Don’t be afraid. You can relax a little.”
Fu Yunqing buried her face in her neck, pressing kiss after kiss against her skin. Yu Yan tilted her head back under the pressure, her lips parting as she panted, still terribly tense.
This was the twenty-year-old Yanyan, who hadn’t yet experienced any of their past. Fu Yunqing knew she had to treat her with absolute gentleness. Her heart softened even more. Looking down at her, she whispered, “Relax a little. You can kiss me, too.”
“Do you want to kiss me?”
Was she allowed to kiss her, too?
This was incredibly tempting for Yu Yan. Looking at her with wet, misty eyes, she tilted her head up to kiss her cheek, then pressed her lips to her jawline. Fu Yunqing let out a soft laugh, murmuring how good she was.
Yu Yan wrapped her arms around her waist, and they continued to trade kisses, like two kittens grooming one another. Her body gradually let down its guard as she surrendered to the sensation.
By the time she opened her eyes and came to her senses, Fu Yunqing’s palm was already pressed against her center, rubbing and massaging her through the thin fabric.
It was so gentle, so… pleasurable. It was too embarrassing to voice aloud. Yu Yan wanted to keep going, yet she felt so flustered she wanted to run away. Before long, she felt Fu Yunqing’s fingertips slide down her thigh, leaving a damp trail. The older woman then propped herself up on the bed and reached over to open the nightstand drawer, pulling out a small box. The sight of the familiar white packaging made Yu Yan’s heart hammer against her ribs.
It was the very same one she’d found and played with the other day.
Kneeling over her, Fu Yunqing skillfully slipped two finger cots1 onto her hand. The latex gleamed with a wet sheen under the dim, warm light.
Yu Yan’s breath was shallow, incredibly nervous. “Jiejie…”
“They’re camellia-scented. You used to love them, baby.”
When Yu Yan had dug them out to play with them the other day, she hadn’t paid any attention to their scent. Hearing her say this now, she actually wanted to lean in and sniff them. Fu Yunqing read her intentions instantly—as if Yu Yan had done this exact thing many times in the past—and obligingly held her fingers up to her nose.
Yu Yan took a deep sniff. They were incredibly fragrant, with no rubbery odor at all, only a sweet, rich aroma. Would they taste sweet, too? Yu Yan actually felt a sudden urge to taste them. Fu Yunqing, once again, read her thoughts perfectly. Yanyan was acting exactly as she had during their very first time together three years ago.
Just like a kitten, curious about everything.
She couldn’t help but laugh, softly teasing, “Silly child, finger cots aren’t for eating.”
Hearing this, Yu Yan’s face flushed a deep, burning crimson.
Did Fu Yunqing have mind-reading abilities?
Fu Yunqing leaned down with a smile. “Did you try tasting them last time? When you snuck them out to play, did you lick one to see?”
From Yu Yan’s reactions, Fu Yunqing knew that the finger cot she’d found discarded in the trash the other day hadn’t been used; the girl had merely played with it out of curiosity.
“How did you know that?”
“I just know.”
Yu Yan was both shocked and embarrassed. Fu Yunqing laughed softly, teasing her for being so adorable, before leaning down to capture her lips.
“Mm…”
Fu Yunqing reached her hand beneath the blankets.
The slick, cool sensation was completely unfamiliar to Yu Yan. Her entire body shuddered, her legs clamping shut reflexively as she tried to curl inward and escape the strange feeling.
“Don’t clamp your legs.”
“Be good.”
Offering gentle guidance and caressing her with easy confidence, Fu Yunqing knew her body inside and out. She knew exactly what would bring her pleasure, effortlessly controlling her release. To help her relax even further, she continued to lean down and kiss her with boundless tenderness.
While Yu Yan was distracted by the kisses and lost in the haze, Fu Yunqing gradually dismantled her defenses.
Soft whimpers continually spilled from between her lips, mingled with the squelching sounds of deep kisses and swirling tongues. Soon, Yu Yan could bear it no longer. She turned her head aside, clutching Fu Yunqing’s wrist as she writhed her hips, trying to escape. Finding herself unable to get away, she looked up with tear-filled eyes and cried out in a plea for help, “Mm… Jiejie, jiejie…”
“Yanyan is so cute,” Fu Yunqing laughed softly, leaning over her. She knew Yu Yan was close to the edge, feeling an unparalleled happiness in this familiar, ultimate intimacy and control.
Her smile was exceptionally radiant.
“Does it feel good?”
“whimper… Jiejie…” Her eyes were wet and her voice trembled with a sob. She seemed to be begging Fu Yunqing for something, yet she didn’t even know what she was pleading for.
Fu Yunqing looked down at her tenderly, her heart aching for her. Her gaze was a mix of protective warmth and raw desire, of gentleness and intense possessiveness.
“Call me Mommy.”
What…?
Yu Yan clutched her sleeve, taking the sensations in a daze, and it took her quite a while to process what she was saying.
…Call her Mommy?
What kind of mother in this world would do such a thing to her own daughter?
But… but the word “Mommy” was so incredibly intimate, carrying the deepest love and affection in the world. A child was born from her mother’s body, and a mother was the one who knew her body best, who knew exactly what she wanted. Of course she could do the most intimate things in the world with her.
In a moment of such helpless vulnerability, calling her Mommy brought a profound sense of security. Calling her Mommy made her feel incredibly happy, knowing that she was deeply loved…
Fu Yunqing lowered her head to kiss her shoulder, moving slowly downward. Through the thin fabric of her nightwear, she cherished and kissed the place that was identical to her own, yet far more tender.
Yu Yan’s body shuddered. “Mommy, Mommy—”
Tears pooled in her eyes. The love overflowing from Fu Yunqing’s gaze bordered on the obsessive. “Mommy loves you…”
Yu Yan let out a choked sob and tried to turn over to escape, but Fu Yunqing gripped her waist firmly. Suddenly, Yu Yan’s mind went completely blank.
“…”
Fu Yunqing lifted her hand, liquid dripping from her fingertips.
“Mm…”
Yu Yan completely lost herself, lying on her side in an attempt to flee, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
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