Chapter 29: The Cold and Aloof Young Lady

Her voice was soft and, boneless as she pressed herself against Luo Yihuan’s body, seeking her opinion.

She wanted to know what kind of binding Luo Yihuan desired.

To be tied up by Li Li, to become her dog.

Beneath the hand covering her eyes, Luo Yihuan’s gaze trembled, tears welling up uncontrollably in her eyes, nearly spilling over the rims.

“I…”

Her body quivered with uncontainable excitement. A single tear escaped from the corner of Luo Yihuan’s covered eye, trailing slowly down her cheek.

It splashed onto Jiang Li’s thigh, slowly seeping into the fabric.

Crying from shame?

Jiang Li smiled and pressed her foot down harder, drawing the woman closer into her embrace. The hand covering Luo Yihuan’s eyes slowly lifted.

No, it was this mad dog being pleasured to tears.

As her fingers parted, what met Jiang Li’s gaze was not the pitiful, tearful sight she had imagined from Luo Yihuan crumbling under her words.

She had been pleasured again…

Her unveiled eyes gleamed like those of a starving wolf deprived of food for days, dark desire surging in their depths, ready to devour its prey at any moment.

When Jiang Li looked down, those teary eyes unreservedly curved upward, making no effort to hide the raw excitement bubbling within. Luo Yihuan wanted Jiang Li to see her joy crystal clear.

“Li Li, I’m yours.”

Luo Yihuan arched her neck as if the chain Jiang Li had prepared especially for her was already around it. A smile played on her lips as her arms encircled that slender waist.

She tilted her face upward, nuzzling Jiang Li’s neck repeatedly. She loved any kind of physical contact with Jiang Li.

“Bind me, punish me, step on me…”

“You can do anything to me that you’ve ever imagined.”

She nipped at Jiang Li’s earlobe, smiling with delight. “Because I’ll only ever be your mad dog.”

The joy in her words pierced through Jiang Li’s eardrums, flooding her body and striking deep at her heart.

Jiang Li’s fingers curled slightly. She considered herself an ordinary person.

The beauty who had once seemed as cold and distant as the moon was now whispering in her ear, confessing her affection again and again.

“Good.”

The low, husky voice sounded right by Luo Yihuan’s ear.

“Then let’s settle the score first, shall we?”

Jiang Li lowered the leg draped over Luo Yihuan’s shoulder and crooked her finger, signaling her to rise from the carpet.

Luo Yihuan stood obediently. The high-quality fabric of her shirt was rumpled with creases. She lowered her gaze expectantly toward Jiang Li.

Only when Luo Yihuan was standing before her did Jiang Li suddenly notice something.

Luo Yihuan’s shirt had a small V-neck design. The open collar revealed her sexy collarbone and smooth, pale skin.

On her now, the thin material was almost sheer, her pristine skin dazzling. With desire shimmering in her eyes, she looked like a seductive sprite luring Jiang Li onward.

Jiang Li was successfully tempted, ready to fall alongside her.

“So this is how you went out today.”

Jiang Li gently lifted the collar, her fingertip brushing over the exposed creamy skin, her gaze mockingly amused.

The shirt itself was perfectly modest, but on Luo Yihuan, it became irresistibly provocative.

It revealed hardly anything, yet her figure tempted others to fall at her feet. Even the cold arrogance on her face sparked thoughts of playing hard to get.

Jiang Li’s mind raced in circles, though it lasted only a few dozen seconds on the surface.

“Li Li, what are you thinking?” A hint of anger laced Luo Yihuan’s voice. She watched as Jiang Li touched her body, yet her gaze drifted elsewhere, clearly lost in thoughts of someone—or something—else. Jealousy ignited in her chest.

She clearly hadn’t done enough.

Li Li was still letting her mind wander to others.

“Mm…”

Lost in thought, Jiang Li felt her chin seized and yanked upward. An angry, jealous kiss crashed down fiercely, stealing her breath. Her grip tightened involuntarily on the collar in her hand.

Her neatly manicured nails crumpled the shirt fabric into disarray.

Luo Yihuan narrowed her eyes slightly, deliberately amplifying the wet sounds of her tongue teasing. She took in the flush spreading across Jiang Li’s face and the intoxication in her expression.

Good. Just like that.

Think only of me. Crave only me. Love only me.

Tears welled uncontrollably in her eyes, spilling with excitement. Her lips enveloped Jiang Li’s tongue as they explored wildly.

Crystal saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth, catching the nightlight and glinting faintly.

The deeper the kiss grew, the more Luo Yihuan’s body trembled. She eagerly buried herself in Jiang Li’s open embrace, rubbing against her like a playful little dog through the layer of fabric.

Pleasure exploded in her mind like fireworks bursting high in the sky. Jiang Li swallowed a muffled groan from deep in her throat and pushed the woman in her arms away.

“It’s so cute.”

Luo Yihuan was pushed back by Jiang Li’s hand but clung to her waist shamelessly. Her gaze drifted downward habitually, catching sight of it twitching in the air, a shy look crossing her face.

The flush on Jiang Li’s cheeks had just begun to fade when Luo Yihuan impatiently took her earlobe between her lips again, mumbling indistinctly.

“It’s perked up, Li Li. It wants me to eat it.”

Shameless!

From the doorway to the bedroom, Jiang Li had lost count of how many times this woman had devoured it, nipped at it with her teeth, teased it with her tongue.

If it hadn’t reacted by now, it would mean Luo Yihuan was truly hopeless.

Her earlobe was still being suckled relentlessly. A dangerous glint of amusement flashed in Jiang Li’s eyes. Her fingertip trailed lightly down from the collar, savoring the quickened breath by her ear.

Jiang Li hooked her fingertip around Luo Yihuan’s wrist, her lips curving. With a firm shove of her palm, she sent her tumbling backward.

The world spun.

Luo Yihuan’s seaweed-like hair fanned out across the bed. Someone drew the hem of her shirt free from her suit pants, exposing a tantalizing strip of waist. Her usually cool features were flushed with desire, utterly alluring.

Luo Yihuan seemed aware of how enticing she looked in that moment. Tide-like longing filled her eyes gazing at Jiang Li, waiting for her to claim it.

When she lay back, Luo Yihuan had still been fully dressed.

Feeling Jiang Li’s movements, her brows furrowed in impatience. She regretted not stripping earlier.

“Baby.”

Jiang Li cooed the endearment as she climbed onto the bed, her dry fingertips pressing against Luo Yihuan’s ankle.

“You seem to have forgotten—you’re still being punished.”

Her fingertips glided lightly up from Luo Yihuan’s calf. Jiang Li didn’t linger deliberately; her knee simply inched forward on the bed.

“Do you remember why I was angry?”

She paused at the thigh, leaning forward with a smile in her eyes. She watched Luo Yihuan’s legs kicking unconsciously at the sheets.

Luo Yihuan’s mind spun in dizzy blankness, her abdomen tensed, focused solely on where Jiang Li’s fingers would go next.

She had no mind for answering.

“Li Li, keep going…”

Jiang Li’s inner fingers pressed punitively into the hollow. Luo Yihuan’s breath hitched; her nearby hand seized the sheet beneath her, bunching it into wrinkles.

Watching her reaction, Jiang Li’s lips curved playfully, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

“Baby, it’s leaking. Isn’t it?”

Jiang Li whispered the words softly, but she wasn’t really seeking confirmation. She continued upward on her own.

After brushing Luo Yihuan’s waist, her fingertips gently pried free the hand clutching the sheet.

Jiang Li threaded her fingers perfectly between Luo Yihuan’s, interlocking them tightly. The smaller hand pinned the larger one to the bed—intimate and tender.

She lowered her gaze, brushing stray hair over her shoulder. Jiang Li’s amber eyes held no laughter as she asked softly.

“Does Baby remember why she was being punished?”

Luo Yihuan’s hand drifted involuntarily to the cheek before her, murmuring her answer. “Because I promised to stay home, but I went out.”

Jiang Li rewarded the cheek with a gentle nuzzle in her palm, then continued as Luo Yihuan gazed at her adoringly.

“If you weren’t going to be my dog, would you still want me to tie you up?”

“Mmph…”

The waist before Luo Yihuan was suddenly pinned down by one hand. Jiang Li let out a light hum, watching the woman whose eyes had burned with desire moments ago narrow hers fiercely at the words.

Dark, gloomy shadows slowly clouded her gaze. Luo Yihuan’s fingers lightly hooked the skin beneath her hand, sending tingles of numbness with each warning stroke.

“Li Li, I’ll only ever be yours. Whether you love me or not, I’ll belong to you forever.”

Meeting the intensity in her eyes without fear, Jiang Li’s grip on her wrist trembled slightly.

Luo Yihuan pressed her body lower with imposing pressure. Jiang Li yanked the held hand upward sharply, clamping tighter. She uttered her words low and rapid.

“You like it so much… then…”

“Why did you run away! Do I have to tie you up with rope before you’ll behave?”

“Before you’ll stay by my side forever!”

[Ding, Task Complete.]

[Please take care of your health, Host. Don’t overindulge~]

Jiang Li exhaled in relief. The task was finally done. The force clamping Luo Yihuan’s hand eased slowly.

But her wrist was seized in turn and slammed to the bed, enveloped completely.

Luo Yihuan was utterly thrilled by Jiang Li’s words.

“You’re jealous! You like me! You like me!”

She pounced fiercely, pinning Jiang Li down hard, refusing to let her budge an inch.

Unlike Jiang Li’s restrained distance, Luo Yihuan flung herself fully atop, rumpling Jiang Li’s nightgown into chaos.

She buried her face enthusiastically in the crook of Jiang Li’s neck, her body heat rapidly transferring over. A sheen of sweat beaded on Jiang Li’s forehead.

With Jiang Li pinned, Luo Yihuan’s lips moved ceaselessly, chanting “I like you” over and over. Her actions didn’t stop; in moments, she left dozens of bite marks scattered across Jiang Li’s skin.

Her knee rubbed and ground relentlessly against the thin fabric.

So tight, so insistent.

Jiang Li glanced down to see countless bite marks on her body. Luo Yihuan seemed to have poured all her strength into them, branding her thoroughly.

Watching Luo Yihuan obsessively linger, clearly intent on leaving more lower down, Jiang Li’s lips quirked. She snatched a nearby rope and swiftly looped it around Luo Yihuan’s neck.

She tugged it gently tight.

In a fluid series of motions, Jiang Li looked at the woman paused at her abdomen, then at the black rope curving around her neck. The clash of black against white stirred her heart into a tremor.

I’m done for, she thought.

Within seconds, Luo Yihuan’s body atop hers shuddered with laughter. Her fingers hooked the thin rope; she lifted her eyelids, excitement reddening her eyes at the corners.

Her chin rested lightly on Jiang Li’s abdomen. Luo Yihuan stared at her, eerie amusement gleaming in her gaze. Her lips parted—

“Woof~”

In an instant, a thorough blush of shame flooded Jiang Li’s face. The rope in her hand trembled and slipped from her shoulder, but her eyes couldn’t tear away from Luo Yihuan.

Luo Yihuan laughed lightly and advanced slowly, the rope dangling from her neck.

She was a little dog.

Her tongue scraped over the abdomen, then she looked up with a “Woof~”; over the navel, “Woof~”; over the ribs, “Woof~”; over the soft peak, “Woof~…

The room fell utterly quiet, save for the occasional doggy bark and the soft sounds of fur against skin.

Jiang Li’s ears, cheeks, and collarbone flushed red. She simply watched, unblinking, as Luo Yihuan drew slowly nearer.

Finally, she licked Jiang Li’s lips and barked softly at her crimson earlobe. “Woof~”

Jiang Li’s body quivered uncontrollably. Her fingertips shook as she reached for the black rope around Luo Yihuan’s smooth neck, her eyes reddened.

When she arched her neck, Luo Yihuan resembled a proud, beautiful swan, her gaze haughty and aloof.

Yet no one could imagine how stunning she looked with a black rope bound around her neck.

Jiang Li’s hands didn’t stop as she sighed involuntarily. “So beautiful.”

Luo Yihuan, bound by the rope and crawling only toward her—so beautiful.

Seeing the obsession in Jiang Li’s eyes, the seductive intent in Luo Yihuan’s deepened. She pinched the nearby rope and held it high before Jiang Li.

Their noses nearly touched, breaths mingling. Luo Yihuan coaxed the one lost in her beauty.

“Take it. Yes, grip it tight—grip me. I’m yours.”

“Yes, loop it around… pull it taut and drag it down… rub it, yes…”

Her hand trailed over the crossing ropes on her body, then clutched desperately at Jiang Li’s hair, wetting the strands.

Sweat dripped one bead after another from her forehead onto the sheets, but the kneeling woman paid it no mind.

Jiang Li’s silky hair was gripped tighter and tighter. One after another, praises and pleas spilled from Luo Yihuan’s lips.

“Mm ah… Kiss me, Li Li… Mm, Li Li… can we switch sides? Mm… I want to see… want to see your face… uh… ah…”

The utterly preoccupied woman squeezed out a hoarse “No” amid it all, her voice wrecked, her eyes filled with nothing but desire, reason long fled.

The night wore on, a symphony of gasps and moans rising and falling erratically from the room, like musicians performing passionately under the cover of deep darkness.

That rope served as their instrument, accompanying them without rest through the night.

It crossed and wove, leaving its marks, until its once-dry surface grew slick and soaked.

All manner of knots and ties.

When it was finally removed at the end, amid the women’s light gasps and murmurs of distress, it was cast ruthlessly aside on the bed, silently witnessing the final throes upon the sheets.

As sounds rose, the night outside was beautiful, the moon high and watched by countless eyes.

As they fell, dawn’s first light peeked through, with occasional cries of street vendors selling breakfast drifting past.

The night passed just like that. The bed, which had rocked through it all, finally stilled.

Exhausted to her limit, Jiang Li fell asleep without even a goodnight or good morning.

“You’re finally mine.”

Luo Yihuan’s fingertips gently traced the obedient sleeping face before her, gazing obsessively. Her nose nuzzled Jiang Li’s tenderly, joy sparkling in her eyes.

With a slight hand movement, her thigh twitched in tandem. Luo Yihuan frowned faintly at the hidden ache.

Enduring the soreness, she twisted to grab the remote from the nightstand and drew the room’s curtains shut, blocking the brightening light outside.

The arm exposed on her body was mottled with marks—deep linear impressions from bindings, dotted with ripe red bites.

They had gone too far last night.

Jiang Li had offered herself as a reward to her obedient dog, letting her run wild.

But as Luo Yihuan looked at the woman sleeping peacefully beside her, her heart filled with utter happiness.

“Li Li, you’ll be mine forever and always.”

No one heard the murmur but its speaker.

Soon, only steady breathing filled the room.

[Ding, this world’s task is complete.]

Moments later, static crackled. A cold, unfamiliar voice rang out.

-Detection of entity not belonging to this world’s consciousness. Identified as world line disruption factor.

-Exile initiated.

[You damn…!! You…]

123’s anxious curses rang out, then faded rapidly.

On the bed, Jiang Li’s figure gradually vanished.