Chapter 45: So Delicate Part 1

“Have you tried it on yourself?”

“No.”

When she asked this, Mu Shanyi sat elegantly on the sofa with her legs crossed, patiently wiping the tongue piercing bar with a disinfectant wipe.

The winter night was silent. Outside the high-rise glass curtain walls of Tower Shadow Sunny River, snowflakes danced in the air. In the dimly lit room, Miao Zhu knelt on the carpet in front of the sofa.

Her half-unbuttoned pajama top hung from her elbows. A white lace choker encircled her slender neck, with one end of a silver chain adorned with a pink diamond hooked onto the lace, draping down between her breasts and abdomen. As it swayed, the diamond’s sparkle flickered in and out of view.

Feeling Mu Shanyi’s gaze, every inch of skin it swept over tingled as if brushed by a feather. Miao Zhu’s heated breaths dispersed into the air, making it thick and sticky.

“Open your mouth,” Mu Shanyi said slowly.

Miao Zhu lifted her chin, tilted her face up, and obediently parted her lips, revealing the bright red inside of her mouth.

Miao Zhu’s lips were plump and rosy. Mu Shanyi pressed two fingers against her lower lip and slid them inside.

The warm cavity enveloped her fingers immediately, and Miao Zhu’s tongue wriggled excitedly beneath them.

Mu Shanyi located the small indentation on Miao Zhu’s tongue meant for piercing.

As Mu Shanyi’s fingertip rubbed against it, a mist quickly formed in Miao Zhu’s eyes in the blink of an eye.

“Keep your tongue still and curl it up,” Mu Shanyi said gently as she withdrew her hand.

A numbing sensation spread across Miao Zhu’s scalp. This command, so explicitly directive, carried an indescribable sense of dominance. She only wanted to obey Mu Shanyi.

From under Miao Zhu’s tongue, Mu Shanyi gently pushed the piercing bar in. Once the tip emerged from the top of her tongue, Mu Shanyi picked up the thin chain and screwed the faceted pink diamond onto the bar.

The clean, woody scent of hand soap lingered at the tip of Miao Zhu’s nose from between Mu Shanyi’s fingers.

Mu Shanyi performed these actions meticulously and carefully, detached from desire. Yet to Miao Zhu, it was more intoxicating than the strongest aphrodisiac, making her heart race out of control.

“Is the tension right?” Mu Shanyi remained unhurried, even readjusting it once to ensure Miao Zhu felt no discomfort.

Miao Zhu swallowed, her voice trembling. “It’s perfect.”

The light poured down like flowing honey, enveloping them completely.

The pink diamond on Miao Zhu’s tongue glittered with fire, and large patches of blush spread across her creamy skin.

“Can I take a photo to record it?” Mu Shanyi bent her finger and loosely wrapped the thin chain around it twice.

Miao Zhu didn’t hesitate. “You can do anything to me.”

Just words. Mu Shanyi didn’t do it.

The person who had ignored her at Jinyuan now extended an invitation to do whatever she pleased. Miao Zhu kept her emotions and desires strictly separate and delighted in seeking thrills, always bold in moments like this. —When the first snow fell with both the Sheng and Miao families present, she had silently asked Miao Zhu if she dared, and Miao Zhu’s answer was as expected.

Mu Shanyi controlled the force as she tugged the thin chain.

“Mmm…” Miao Zhu’s tongue was lightly pulled, forcing her to stretch her neck toward the tension and lean forward, collapsing onto Mu Shanyi’s lap.

Her exhaled breaths were sweet, like half-melted rose sugar frosting, fragrant and tempting.

Mu Shanyi looked down at her, her breath brushing Miao Zhu’s face. “Baby, you look so tempting—I want to bite you.”

These words set Miao Zhu’s soul ablaze like a prairie fire.

Mu Shanyi wasn’t asking; she stated it and acted. She pulled Miao Zhu onto her lap, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other undoing the few remaining buttons on Miao Zhu’s pajamas. Her thin lips first captured Miao Zhu’s parted red ones, then trailed down her neck, kissing and nipping bit by bit along her body.

Outside, the snow intensified, and a cold wind blew the goose-feather flakes against the window glass, where the temperature difference melted them into water films that streamed down in rivulets.

Past midnight in the master bedroom, the temperature was noticeably warmer than usual.

The air grew thin with oxygen. Miao Zhu clutched the bedsheets tightly.

“I don’t want it anymore…” she pleaded helplessly. It had happened too many times, each one a relentless, unreserved onslaught. In her hypersensitive state, the slightest touch could make her break down in tears.

“So delicate,” Mu Shanyi said. She released the thin chain, grabbed a nearby silk robe, and draped it over Miao Zhu’s teary eyes.

The silk robe was already soft and skin-friendly, like a light cloud. Now dampened by tears, it clung even more, outlining the eye sockets, brow bones, and forehead beneath.

On the rumpled bedsheets, Miao Zhu’s dark hair fanned out. Only her lower face was visible, her white teeth biting her lip—and the thin chain caught between them, the piercing’s sparkle flashing through her teeth now and then.

Amid heavy pants, the lace choker rose and fell like surging waves.

Mu Shanyi’s pupils contracted. She exhaled, gripped Miao Zhu’s straight little leg, and folded her knee up high.

The entire area was now fully exposed to view.

The sight wasn’t promising—delicate and dainty, just like her.

“Don’t you like it?” Mu Shanyi felt her fingers enveloped again. “Your body is clearly saying you do.”

With her eyes covered, Miao Zhu’s other senses sharpened. Under Mu Shanyi’s gentle coercion, the sensations hit her like a raging storm, overwhelmingly fierce.

“You like it, right?” Mu Shanyi confirmed.

No matter how much she liked it, she couldn’t take anymore. Miao Zhu’s foot had barely brushed the sheet in an attempt to escape when Mu Shanyi pressed her back down.

“Baby, why aren’t you answering?”

Miao Zhu sobbed, yielding. “Y-yes… I like it.”

In that moment, she felt swept into a massive whirlpool. Mu Shanyi stared at her flushed body and rephrased the question. “Do you like doing it, or doing it with me?”

“…” Miao Zhu’s lips trembled for a long while before she said, “Mu Shanyi, hold me.”

Mu Shanyi lifted the silk robe covering Miao Zhu’s face and murmured, “So many tears.”

She embraced Miao Zhu, leaning down to suckle the damp lashes of her eyes.

The embrace was so warm, so tight, yet Miao Zhu felt like she was wandering alone in the icy snow outside.

She opened her eyes, wanting to see the Mu Shanyi so close by.

Mu Shanyi’s soft hair was damp with sweat, strands falling over her forehead. Her thick lashes cast fine shadows under her eyes—hazy and alluring.