Chapter 94: Jealousy

She had been gripped by the waist by this woman and pressed down for a full twenty minutes or more.

The reason they didn’t continue wasn’t because Sheng Shubai couldn’t handle it, but because Lu Jia’s waist was simply too soft to endure any longer. Her pleading tone trembled.

This woman toyed with her in all sorts of ways—she… she had never tasted anything like this before.

No, it was more accurate to say she had been the one tasted.

Every inch was enveloped softly, the force of gravity combined with the woman’s pressure forcing Lu Jia to feel meticulously just how she was being kissed.

When the tip of the tongue probed inside, it brought a slight swelling strangeness.

Satisfied and her thirst quenched, seeing the girl begging for mercy even more after being bullied by her, Sheng Shubai finally released Lu Jia for the moment.

“Tired?”

Sheng Shubai asked her, her lips still glistening with crystal-clear wetness—it was obvious what that was.

Lu Jia steadied her breathing and shook her head obediently.

Her legs were just weak; she wasn’t truly tired.

Otherwise, given how over the top they sometimes got at night, she probably would have been made to pass out by this woman several times over by now.

The gym sessions really hadn’t been in vain.

For some reason, Lu Jia thought of the saying “no pain, no gain,” pausing for a moment as her thoughts drifted, wondering if Sheng Shubai’s earlier actions counted as a form of “cultivation” in some sense.

She couldn’t let her mind wander any further.

Her already flushed face heated up even more.

Snapping back to reality, under the woman’s eager gaze, Lu Jia knelt properly at the edge of the bed like a maid should.

Sheng Shubai, who had leaned back against the center of the headboard, slightly lifted her chin, allowing Lu Jia’s kisses to fall. She licked away the water that had stained her nose tip, lips, chin, and even trickled to other spots she hadn’t finished drinking, cleaning it all spotless.

The girl’s kisses were light, and when her tongue tip darted out, it left a faint, ticklish itch.

Her long, dense eyelashes drooped, blocking much of her view, but Sheng Shubai knew Lu Jia was earnestly checking everywhere to make sure nothing was left uncleaned. Her expression must have been obedient and beautiful.

The imagined scene merged with the real warm touch, and Sheng Shubai shifted her knee, bending it to nudge the arm the girl was propping herself up with.

“Change positions?”

Lu Jia froze for a second.

She actually hadn’t finished cleaning up yet… and hadn’t kissed enough either.

But she obediently agreed: “Yes, Second Miss.”

Sheng Shubai loved this side of her. As they switched positions, with the girl leaning against the headboard, she couldn’t resist hooking the bell around Lu Jia’s neck.

Earlier, while quenching her thirst, Lu Jia had mostly braced against the headboard, her beautiful breasts unbound, swaying into soft white waves with her movements.

Sheng Shubai had one hand pinning her waist and the other kneading them, with no spare attention for the bell.

But now it was different.

Sheng Shubai straddled her, pressing against Lu Jia’s thigh, both hands free.

With a flick, it produced a crisp ring that echoed through the entire bedroom.

The force turned into invisible sound waves, enveloping them.

Every inch rippled in layers, making each of the woman’s movements not just tangible, but audible as well.

Lu Jia’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, her gaze falling on the woman’s chest: she hadn’t tasted much of it tonight.

Perhaps sensing the implication in the girl’s eyes, Sheng Shubai chuckled lightly and shifted down further, deliberately rubbing against her.

The maid outfit’s skirt was very short, and in Lu Jia’s reclined position, it barely covered her thighs.

Sheng Shubai wasn’t wearing much either, pressing together without reservation.

Lu Jia could feel the wetness and heat there… and even a faint, subtle opening and closing.

She easily linked the sensation to the images in her memory, and Lu Jia couldn’t help but shift her leg slightly, wanting to lift it and rub against her proactively.

But as soon as she moved, the collar around her neck was tugged tighter by Sheng Shubai: “Did I permit you to move on your own?”

Sheng Shubai’s tone was a bit airy, like she was stern on the surface but soft inside.

It was because Lu Jia’s slight shift had pressed right against her outer folds, and also because… she really wanted it too.

The punishment was simple.

Keep her legs still obediently and let the Second Miss grind to her satisfaction. At the same time, she needed to please the Second Miss’s upper body.

Knead it, suck it, or one hand kneading while her lips stayed busy—Sheng Shubai let Lu Jia do whatever she wanted, only leaning down to offer herself.

“Make me comfortable first, and I’ll reward you later.”

For Lu Jia, this was already a reward, but she wouldn’t refuse Sheng Shubai’s words.

After years of asceticism, ever since being with Sheng Shubai, she loved these things.

It had always been give and take, even if the proportions were a bit imbalanced; it was never just one side exerting effort.

Lu Jia loved being treated by Sheng Shubai.

She also loved seeing her alluring yet noble, beautiful lover satisfied in her hands—almost couldn’t get enough of it.

If it weren’t utterly inappropriate, Lu Jia even wanted to paint this scene.

Especially when Sheng Shubai released the bell, signaling Lu Jia to lie flat obediently.

The ties at the waist of the maid outfit were undone one by one, exposing her defined abs.

They were quickly covered again by the woman who straddled her.

She ground to her heart’s content, wetting from her waist and abdomen up near her chest, with who knew how much trickling down her sides.

Perhaps Lu Jia’s outfit tonight had stirred up quite a bit of Sheng Shubai’s interest.

When she finally turned to pleasure Lu Jia, she didn’t do it like usual—making the girl brace herself on her knees in front of her, taking her from behind.

Instead, it was face-to-face, watching Lu Jia’s beautiful flushed eye tails, her heaving chest with each breath, and the bell that kept jingling nonstop.

“No more ‘Second Miss.’ Call something else.”

Just as Lu Jia had gotten used to mixing “sister” and “Second Miss” in her addresses, Sheng Shubai suddenly spoke up.

At the same time, the force of her hands eased considerately, like kindly giving Lu Jia a breathing space to regain her senses and think.

The girl’s voice was hazy, her throat already as hoarse as it got during their usual sessions: “What?”

Sheng Shubai’s right hand deftly flicked through the wetness, finding the spot Lu Jia particularly loved. Her left hand gently stroked the girl’s cheek, wiping away the fine sheen of sweat and the physiological tears gathered at her eye tails from who knew how many times her waist had gone weak.

Sheng Shubai curved her lips: “Call me Master, okay?”

Lu Jia, who had been lost in the woman’s slowed teasing, opened her half-closed eyes and looked at Sheng Shubai with slight hesitation: “…Sister?”

She was confirming if she’d heard right.

The right hand pressed a bit harder, drawing out a suppressed, soft gasp from Lu Jia.

“Wrong, baby. Call again.”

Sheng Shubai did it on purpose, her tone deepening while laced with coaxing allure.

They’d only incorporated that dynamic in their actions before, never in address. With Lu Jia taking the initiative to coax her tonight, she wanted to hear the girl call her that.

She actually wanted to hear something else even more—like, after feeding her so many times, the title associated with that.

But considering the girl’s acceptance level, there was no rush.

Lu Jia paused, remembering how Sheng Shubai had been jealous during the day. This possessiveness was understandable.

The woman already had strong possessiveness in daily life; showing it now wasn’t too surprising or hard for Lu Jia to accept.

She easily convinced herself that she should fulfill Sheng Shubai’s expectations.

Proactively nuzzling her cheek into Sheng Shubai’s palm.

She softly called: “Master, sister.”

The last “sister” was something Lu Jia added on her own, thinking Sheng Shubai would like it.

Sure enough, the woman’s eyes darkened abruptly, though her lips curved in a satisfied, meaningful smile.

“Good girl.”

Sheng Shubai’s gaze shifted from the girl’s lips that had just spoken, pausing slightly at the cat ear decoration on her head before meeting her eyes again: “Little kitty sister.”

Waves surged, and Lu Jia, who had wanted to clutch the sheets, had her hand gently held by Sheng Shubai and placed on the fullness of her chest.

She couldn’t bear to grip harder.

–

On the first night in their new home, as Old Madam Sheng had said, the house was supposed to stay lit all night.

And they truly did that.

They kept going until dawn before resting.

By the time Sheng Shubai finally stopped, Lu Jia was so exhausted that before she could even check the time—or clean herself up properly—she had already fallen asleep.

The maid outfit was gone. During the fourth round when Sheng Shubai flipped her over, the woman had complained it got in the way of direct skin contact and simply stripped it off, tossing it aside.

It lay crumpled in the corner of the carpet, ignored.

At least it hadn’t ended up torn like some of her previous outfits.

Sheng Shubai was still somewhat sober.

She carried Lu Jia into the master bathroom, cleaning her inside and out meticulously, especially where they’d rubbed against each other.

During this, Lu Jia wasn’t fully asleep; she had some awareness and even cooperated when Sheng Shubai massaged her.

But she was so sleepy that once back on the bed, she truly fell into dreamland within seconds.

When Lu Jia woke again, instead of being held in the woman’s arms as usual, she was alone.

Squinting, she grabbed Sheng Shubai’s pillow and nuzzled it.

This was their new home, with all new bedding. The pillow had only been slept on for one night by Sheng Shubai, its scent so faint it was barely detectable.

Lu Jia rolled half a turn wrapped in the blanket and shifted to Sheng Shubai’s side of the bed.

The warmth had cooled; she must have been up for a while.

She buried her nose into the pillow and sniffed hard, but still caught no trace of the woman’s fragrance.

With a soft sigh, she groped for her phone on the nightstand and called Sheng Shubai directly: “Are you home right now?”

This was the downside of the villa.

Their bedroom was on the second floor with the door closed; if Sheng Shubai was downstairs, she definitely wouldn’t hear Lu Jia calling her name.

Not to mention, with her current hoarse voice, she didn’t have the strength to shout anyway.

The woman’s voice was gentle: “Awake? Wait a sec, I’ll come up right away.”

Half a minute later, the bedroom door opened.

Sheng Shubai carried warm water in, helped Lu Jia sit up, and fed it to her bit by bit. Then she leaned down to kiss away the water droplets at the girl’s lip corners. “Tired? Want to sleep more?”

Lu Jia shook her head.

She glanced at the red marks peeking from the collar of Sheng Shubai’s nightgown and casually asked: “Why up so early? Aren’t you tired?”

Sheng Shubai sat down following her pull.

She drew Lu Jia into her arms and opened her phone screen to show her.

It was a sample of the freshly printed Engagement Banquet Invitation, taken by Sheng Shuyun in Z City and sent to them.

Both were art majors, so Sheng Shubai had only consulted a designer friend for guidance; they had designed the invitations themselves.

Now with the proofs in hand, and two months until the engagement, the guest list was mostly finalized.

The Lu and Sheng families weren’t large, so they’d gather privately first.

The formal engagement banquet was mainly Sheng Family’s initiative, inviting business contacts and friends from recent years to introduce Lu Jia to them.

Sheng Shuyun and Liu Zhao’s relationship had been announced at the company annual gala; now it was Sheng Shubai’s turn, so they couldn’t skimp on Lu Jia.

Moreover, with the Sheng Family gaining such a talented young member, Old Madam Sheng had long wanted to show her off.

The list was mostly Sheng Family connections, drafted for them to edit or add to.

Lu Jia had no changes in mind; her close friends, including Rong Yi and all her students, were already on it, so she couldn’t think of anyone else.

But when her eyes landed on a certain spot, Lu Jia paused and gave Sheng Shubai a helpless look.

The Sheng and Qin families didn’t interact much, yet Qin Yuan and her mother’s names were on the proposed guest list—the intent was crystal clear.

Lu Jia rubbed her brow.

No need to guess; this woman had done it on purpose.