Chapter 28: The Cool and Aloof Young Lady

“Do you know how I’ll punish you?”

Darkness enveloped their surroundings as Jiang Li’s words lingered in the pitch-black stillness of the night. Their bodies pressed close, body heat mingling intimately.

The warmth around them steadily rose, as if they stood on the edge of a volcano. The hot breeze seemed intent on melting them together, scorching their skin.

“I don’t know.”

“As long as it’s from Li Li, it’s all good.”

Luo Yihuan’s hand was cool to the touch. When it first rested on Jiang Li’s shoulder—separated only by a layer of silky pajamas—Jiang Li felt as if she’d touched a piece of volcanic rock.

Her fingertips teasingly traced the edge of Jiang Li’s shoulder, brushing the trembling bone beneath now and then. Sensing Jiang Li’s reactions, a flush of watery red tinted the corners of Luo Yihuan’s eyes.

The searing heat from her hand transmitted over, and Luo Yihuan rubbed her cheek against Jiang Li’s face and neck in a daze. Taller than Jiang Li, she arched her body in a playful, insistent grind—like a mischievous dog seeking affection.

She sought out her one true master, clinging to her desperately.

Using her soft fur to draw her master’s attention, desperately hoping that master’s gaze would linger only on her, that her master’s love would belong to her alone forever.

Of course, a dog would also love marking its owner with its scent.

As she nuzzled, Luo Yihuan grew bolder.

A sharp twinge at her collarbone made Jiang Li’s chin itch from the stray hairs brushing it. She held Luo Yihuan’s chin in her hand and, when she exerted force, her shoulders instinctively shrank back.

Taming a dog always started with tossing it a bone.

Her slender frame looked especially delicate standing before Luo Yihuan. When those arms wrapped around her, she was completely enveloped in the embrace, with no space left between them.

Just as her wet tongue tip touched the prominent collarbone, Luo Yihuan felt the hand on her jaw lift her up with unyielding strength.

Jiang Li’s fingers gripped Luo Yihuan’s jaw firmly, pinning her against the wall. Even as her chin was forced high, the hand remained restless, sliding ambiguously over Jiang Li’s slim waist.

“You’re really not being good,” Jiang Li murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, soft as a caress.

The hand on her jaw shifted to light, slow pats—not quite accurate as “pats.”

The gentle force on her cheek was better described as a stroke, so soft it lacked any real firmness, tender as water.

Just like Jiang Li herself—inclusive and enveloping like water.

But right now, Luo Yihuan didn’t want this gentleness. She craved something rougher from Jiang Li.

Luo Yihuan licked her lower lip impatiently, her eyes clouding with growing agitation from the stroking.

The hand on her cheek teased and tempted, landing lightly before lingering on the withdrawal, warm fingertips grazing ambiguously and scratching an itch straight to her heart.

It was like brushing the tip of her heart with a soft white feather—no release, just the slow torture of exquisite torment.

“I’m not good, so punish me, Li Li. Punish me however you want.”

She pressed her body desperately toward Jiang Li, her lips peppering light, pleading kisses across Jiang Li’s face. She lowered herself again and again, as if trying to burrow into Jiang Li’s embrace, murmuring nonstop.

“As long as it’s from Li Li, anything goes.”

“I’ve told you, Li Li—you own all of me.”

Jiang Li’s lips curved in satisfaction. As a reward, she increased the pressure slightly. First, she kissed her own fingertip, then lightly pressed the mark onto Luo Yihuan’s lips.

A featherlight touch, and Luo Yihuan’s body shuddered violently. A sheen of moisture flickered in her eyes as she gazed at Jiang Li.

“Good girl. Remember what you said.”

Glancing at the restless hand on her waist, Jiang Li said coolly, “Hands—down.”

Seeing Luo Yihuan’s lips part as if to speak, Jiang Li narrowed her eyes and pressed a finger gently to those lips. They parted slightly. “Shh.”

“This is your punishment.”

“Be good. Remember—obey.”

For Luo Yihuan, not being allowed to touch Jiang Li was the cruelest punishment.

But since it was Jiang Li’s command, Luo Yihuan obeyed obediently.

The hand on her waist slowly withdrew. Jiang Li’s gaze toward Luo Yihuan flashed with approval. “Good girl.”

Her fingers trailed from Luo Yihuan’s cheek, inching downward bit by bit. Luo Yihuan couldn’t see Jiang Li’s expression clearly and could only guess her thoughts from the movements.

When her fingers glided over the throat, the pad paused on the prominent bump. An impulse to toy with it arose, and Jiang Li hooked it lightly with interest.

She only meant to tease lightly, to see what reaction the throat would give.

But the instant her hand touched it, the breathing of the woman before her grew heavy. The throat bobbed uncontrollably, drawing Jiang Li’s finger inward slightly.

It slid down perfectly, stopping at the juncture of neck and collarbone.

Soft yet resilient—Jiang Li instinctively stroked it.

Luo Yihuan stayed silent, but the arms around Jiang Li’s waist tightened a fraction.

Jiang Li smiled and mischievously scraped the pitiful little bump again. She was pleased to hear the muffled grunt from its owner.

“You like this.”

Not a question—Jiang Li simply breathed the words lightly into Luo Yihuan’s ear, her other hand gently stroking beside it, tender as ever.

Under this protective caress, Luo Yihuan couldn’t hold back. She gripped the waist in her arms tighter and closer, as if trying to meld that slim waist into her own body.

“Li Li, kiss me. Kiss me.”

Her thigh pressed uncontrollably into the gap between Jiang Li’s knees. Luo Yihuan longed to pull Jiang Li’s upper body fully against her own. She straightened up, her lips dotting kisses wildly across Jiang Li’s cheek.

Rain began to fall silently, soaking everything thoroughly.

“Behave.”

Halting the mad dog nuzzling her neck, Jiang Li patted her head lightly, her tone gentle but firm as she pinned her irresistibly against her shoulder.

Luo Yihuan’s head obediently stilled. She inhaled the scent of Jiang Li’s body wash, her eyes gleaming with obsession. It was her body wash—Li Li carried her scent.

Her scent, her possession—time to devour it.

Her tongue tip grew restless, lapping at the skin in repeated strokes before her teeth nipped it. The moment the flesh entered her mouth, Luo Yihuan’s entire body softened.

This is mine… inside my body.

So fragrant, so soft…

“Li Li, I want to eat you up.”

Matching Luo Yihuan’s sucking on her muscles, Jiang Li momentarily wondered what kind of “eating” she meant.

Either way, Jiang Li wasn’t about to let her have it now.

“No, you don’t. You’re still being punished.”

Her tone was soft as she slipped free from Luo Yihuan’s arms. Pursing her lips in a smile, Jiang Li watched the red-eyed, desire-drenched haze on her face.

Teasing a dog always required dangling a bone just out of reach.

So Jiang Li gave Luo Yihuan a light kiss at the corner of her lips.

Meeting Luo Yihuan’s burning gaze, Jiang Li casually undid the top two buttons of her pajamas. Her fingers toyed with the strands of hair before her, letting them sway.

“Carry me inside.”

Her boneless wrist draped over Luo Yihuan’s shoulder, a glimpse of pale skin flashing teasingly. Jiang Li leaned in to nibble her earlobe.

The intoxicating fragrance assaulted her senses. With the beauty in her arms, long-dormant desire roared to life in Luo Yihuan—like a vast ocean suddenly surging with waves unseen for centuries, utterly overwhelming her.

The red at her eye corners stretched into a long line from frustrated yearning, desire pooling in her eyes like an endless abyss, insatiable, craving fulfillment.

“Okay.” Her voice was hoarse to the extreme, but her eyes lit up brightly.

One arm scooped under the soft curves of her buttocks, effortlessly lifting her into an embrace. Jiang Li’s arms slipped, one looping around Luo Yihuan’s neck, her body pitching forward.

Perfectly delivering this sweet, soft treat right to Luo Yihuan’s lips.

The wet touch came at the first contact, and Jiang Li blanked for a moment. Her fingers on Luo Yihuan’s shoulders curled instinctively.

She had just showered and sat on the sofa habitually wearing nothing underneath—purely vacuumed.

This made things all too convenient for Luo Yihuan.

Somehow, with just flicks of her tongue and teeth, she undid the pajama buttons. The milky fragrance mingled with the fresh post-bath scent hit her full force.

So fragrant…

Desire deepened in her eyes, uncontrollable wetness trickling down. Ignoring everything, Luo Yihuan pressed into the softness before her, making Jiang Li wet as well.

The hand on Luo Yihuan’s shoulder twisted tighter, Jiang Li’s breathing quickening.

Itchy…

Her cheek buried between the soft mounds, nose nuzzling left and right relentlessly. Luo Yihuan was utterly intoxicated by the fragrant softness. Even as her hair was tugged back, she burrowed deeper heedlessly.

The rain poured harder, and so did Jiang Li. The hand under her buttocks held steady, unwavering like solid earth, rooted in place.

Good earth it was, but it tormented the restless flower within. Roots drenched by rain, yet the gardener never came to till the soil.

Leaving only the water-swollen flower to seek fulfillment on its own.

“So good… so fragrant…”

The sounds of lips and tongue echoed unceasingly in the quiet room. Luo Yihuan sniffed the scent before her obsessively, her eyes mad with infatuation.

The snowy expanse gradually bore mottled, messy marks. Scorching heat mingled with the gasps of motion.

Her cheek rubbed freely across it, the remaining buttons straining taut—like steadfast soldiers guarding the beauty beyond.

Once inside, Luo Yihuan carried her straight to the bed’s edge. In her daze, Jiang Li flicked on the bedside lamp, its soft glow illuminating just around the bed.

As she was laid onto the big, fluffy bed like soft white cotton, the faint light reflected in Jiang Li’s eyes. She narrowed them slightly, Luo Yihuan’s focused gaze appearing as a phantom within.

Her body seemed to glow ethereally. Without a clear view of her face, she resembled an impassive statue, devoid of desire.

Contrasting starkly with the burning heat pressed against Jiang Li’s calf, it stirred an urge to rip away that illusion ruthlessly.

“Li Li?” She tilted her head questioningly.

Her gaze dropped to the toes resting on her collarbone—slender white ankles, delicate arches, skin smooth as jade. They pointed delicately at her, fragile as if a gentle twist would break them.

Darkness surged in her eyes. Luo Yihuan’s fingers twitched. She stared intently as the even-boned calf gradually revealed itself with the slide of thin silk—pale and thin.

It tensed subtly with the foot’s movements, trembling faintly.

Want to lick.

A dark glint flashed in her eyes. Luo Yihuan swallowed dryly, her hand on the side inching upward uncontrollably, aching to grasp that limb.

“No.” Just those cool words.

Her fingers trembled. Luo Yihuan forcibly restrained herself and lifted her eyes to the woman half-propped up, lazily prodding her collarbone with her toes.

Jiang Li raised her head, looking at the woman who was gazing at her with infatuation, her eyes sparkling yet unable to conceal the greed and desire beneath.

Jiang Li smiled lightly, her toes ambiguously tracing over Luo Yihuan again. Her red lips curved alluringly, but her words were merciless.

“No, you may not.”

Want to lick.

Li Li just won’t let me use my hands…

Her throat fixed thirstily on the pale expanse before her, Luo Yihuan swallowed again. She knelt gently onto the bed, pressing down a dip, using her nose and lips to nudge aside the last veil on that calf.

The calf against her chest bent slightly. The tender white flesh of the calf muscle soon bore red marks from her sucking.

Her long lashes trembled with emotion. Luo Yihuan looked up at Jiang Li through half-lidded eyes, who watched her with just a slight smile at her lips.

“No hands—use your mouth…”

Eyes locked unwaveringly on Jiang Li, Luo Yihuan slowly extended her flushed tongue, licking the calf muscle obsessively.

Feeling the toes against her chest quiver, Luo Yihuan was drawn by Jiang Li’s soft gasp and instinctively reached out to grasp that foot.

The next second, a force struck her chest.

Luo Yihuan obediently let herself be kicked away, her hand belatedly releasing. A spark of excitement flickered in her eyes.

Her body leaned back, but the foot that had kicked her hurriedly hooked her forward again.

With that pull on her shoulder, Luo Yihuan offered no resistance, letting the toes lead her wherever.

Jiang Li’s control slipped on her leg strength, drawing Luo Yihuan to kneel between her thighs.

“Li Li…”

Her usually straight back bent under the pressure of the slender white foot on her shoulder. Luo Yihuan knelt on the soft bedside carpet, her deep eyes brimming uncontrollably with obsession.

Before her lay Jiang Li’s flat, pale abdomen.

And, faintly wafting the dew-kissed scent of a garden welcoming its guest.

Luo Yihuan inhaled deeply as her chin was lifted—playfully, with an inscrutable edge.

“Luo Yihuan, do you still like it?”

“You like kneeling before me like a dog?”

Her lowered lids lifted slowly. Luo Yihuan heard the words by her ear and let out a low laugh from her throat, her shoulders shaking slightly.

The laughter was eerie and dangerous.

Her hair fell back as she raised her head. Her wrist coiled like a seductive serpent around Jiang Li’s neck—limp and boneless—and the leg on her shoulder lifted with it.

“How could I not like it, Li Li?”

“Yes, just like that. Press your leg harder on me, ha…”

A sigh of pleasure rang by Jiang Li’s ear, intoxicatingly so.

“I’m a mad dog. I like you petting me, kissing me, doing anything to me.”

“Li Li, let me be your dog. As long as I’m yours, that’s enough.”

“I’d never betray you. I’d love you forever, and forever—”

“Only lick you.”

Her words grew more heated, eyes flashing greedy light. Dissatisfied, she lifted the foot on her shoulder higher onto herself, a thin flush spreading across her face.

Jiang Li’s earlobe peeked through her hair, faintly pink.

After spilling those words, Luo Yihuan seemed fully unleashed.

The arm around her neck tightened further. Her lips and tongue roamed Jiang Li’s body passionately, leaving wet trails everywhere—like a vigorous, energetic dog.

Starting from the collarbone, a tingling numbness spread from the nips and sucks. A flush of spring desire flitted across Jiang Li’s brow, caught full-on by Luo Yihuan’s raised gaze. She licked her lower lip unconsciously.

“I’m your dog…”

“Let me lick you.”

Infatuated, she leaned her body against Jiang Li, rubbing freely. Her gaze burned hotly, as if to melt the woman before her.

Burning Jiang Li awake from the haze of desire.

“Down. Kneel properly.”

A low, husky voice sounded. Luo Yihuan’s forehead met a finger stopping her, commanding her off.

“Li Li…”

She whined in grievance, unwilling to let go.

“Didn’t you say you were my dog?”

“Be my good dog, and there’s a reward.”

Mesmerized by Jiang Li’s narrowed eyes and smiling lips, Luo Yihuan released her hold. She knelt quietly between Jiang Li’s legs, her shoulder still hooked by those pale toes.

Wrists braced on the bed edge, Jiang Li’s fingertips traced Luo Yihuan’s cheek lightly, two fingers lifting her face for intrigued scrutiny.

The usually cool, flawless face was now flushed with desire, stray hairs clinging messily to her forehead—ignored, her full attention on Jiang Li.

Fingers teasingly hiked her chin higher, but Luo Yihuan’s gaze remained deep and fixed, locked on one spot.

Jiang Li hadn’t noticed herself.

Her pajamas, disheveled from Luo Yihuan’s rubbing, exposed everything temptingly.

The silky fabric flowed like water over her body—shoulders half-bared, soft curves and taut flat abdomen laid bare in the air.

“Naughty.”

Eyes narrowed, Jiang Li covered Luo Yihuan’s eyes with her palm, blocking that scorching gaze.

Lashes fluttered, brushing her palm lightly. Luo Yihuan tilted her cheek upward into Jiang Li’s hand, her voice trembling as she spoke.

“Good… I’m good…”

“Punish me, Li Li. Punish me to be your dog forever.”

Her eyes, hidden under the palm, gleamed red with excitement.

“No.” Jiang Li refused.

Before Luo Yihuan could rise in protest, Jiang Li leaned down, nipping her earlobe with an ambiguous breath.

“You’re not good at all. You’re a mad dog.”

At the same instant, her chest was enveloped in wet softness, gently sucked. Jiang Li let out a seductive moan of pleasure.

“No one likes a mad dog.”

Unable to see Luo Yihuan’s face, her underlying anxiety amplified. Jiang Li’s words by her ear made her shiver, and she instinctively sucked harder.

As if to lock it forever between her lips and tongue.

The bite stung. Jiang Li cried out in pain, grabbing Luo Yihuan’s jaw with her other hand. “No biting.”

Luo Yihuan seemed to realize she’d hurt her and licked a careful circle before reluctantly releasing.

“I don’t like disobedient mad dogs,” came the cold voice by her ear.

Luo Yihuan’s cheek lifted anxiously toward Jiang Li, but she dodged away preemptively.

The straining pull of her neck sparked something in Luo Yihuan. She stilled, then smiled at the corners of her lips.

“Then, Li Li, leash me.”

“Mad dogs bite indiscriminately. A leashed one only obeys its one master.”

Jiang Li stayed silent, simply listening to this “self-nomination.”

“Tie me up. Make me your dog.”

“I’ll only heed you, only lick you, only get wet for you.”

Her palm restlessly rubbed Jiang Li’s exposed waist and abdomen. As she spoke, Luo Yihuan’s flush deepened, like a ripe peach.

Jiang Li seemed drawn by her words, confirming casually.

“Would my doggy like to be tied up?”

Her hot breath sprayed Jiang Li’s neck. Luo Yihuan’s palm caressed the soft skin beneath, affirming firmly, “Yes.”

“Good. Doggy, feel to the left of the carpet, toward the inside of the bed. What do you find?”

Following directions, Luo Yihuan groped along the carpet.

Finally, Jiang Li called a halt.

Leisurely observing Luo Yihuan’s reaction, Jiang Li’s lips curved playfully, mischief lighting her eyes.

“Is this… a rope?” Luo Yihuan asked uncertainly.

“Yes, a rope.”

“You bought it specially to tie me?” Her voice rose excitedly.

“Yes, to tie you.”

Jiang Li leaned down, familiar fragrance filling Luo Yihuan’s nose again. Her voice held a smile, her expression earnest—like a teacher asking a struggling student about a problem.

She softly solicited Luo Yihuan’s input.

“How would you like me to tie you?”