After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 45

Xiao Qinghe flashed a victor’s smile, glanced at Qinghe, and asked Yue Xi:

“Do you really want me to let you go?”

Yue Xi nodded, her eyes reddened from extreme restraint, as if painted with rouge.

Xiao Qinghe blew softly against her ear, whispering:

“Fine, as you wish.”

The vines on Yue Xi’s hands loosened. She immediately pulled Xiao Qinghe into her arms, clutching so tightly that her fingers sank into her flesh, leaving marks that looked unspeakably sensual.

Xiao Qinghe twisted her waist, her voice laced with seduction:

“Kiss me.”

Yue Xi obeyed, biting her lips, sucking and licking, exchanging breath and saliva, until even their breathing fell into rhythm.

Their lips and tongues tangled, Yue Xi greedily sucking on Xiao Qinghe’s tongue as if she wanted to devour her whole.

Yet even with this intimacy, Yue Xi felt unsatisfied. A restless urgency gnawed at her, pushing her to kiss more roughly, biting until blood welled on Xiao Qing he’s lips, the metallic taste adding a strange new flavor.

Her eyes reddened further, like a beast caught in a trap.

Though her reason was nearly consumed, she still restrained herself—kissing, but going no further.

Xiao Qing he, for her part, was still inexperienced, a blank page with no idea how to guide Yue Xi. The two of them could only burn in frustration.

Qing he’s gaze darkened. Suddenly, she felt the vines on her wrists loosen.

Xiao Qinghe, too lost in passion, had unconsciously weakened the divine power flowing into the vines.

Qinghe shook them off and slowly approached. The two entangled women, blinded by desire, failed to notice her drawing near.

Yue Xi spotted Qinghe first. Her mind buzzed, and reason clawed its way back. In her panic, she didn’t pull away—instead, she bit Xiao Qinghe again.

“Hiss—”

Xiao Qinghe looked pitifully at her, tears glittering in her eyes, blood seeping from her lip.

Qing he crouched before them, voice unreadable:

“Having fun?”

Yue Xi opened her mouth, but Xiao Qing he clamped a hand over it, turning to glare provocatively at Qing he.

“Very much. Want to join?”

She only meant to disgust her—but Qing he replied:

“Alright.”

Both Xiao Qinghe and Yue Xi froze. That was the last thing they expected Qing he to say.

Qing he’s eyes swept over them, then she sneered, seizing Yue Xi’s hand and guiding it to a secret place.

Xiao Qing he went limp, collapsing onto Yue Xi with a soft moan.

Yue Xi jolted upright in shock, half-frozen, as the girl in her arms slid lower, pressing closer, warmth flooding into her palm.

Qing he leaned in, kissing her lips, voice husky:

“What are you waiting for? Move.”

Yue Xi couldn’t tell if she was serious or mocking. She hesitated. But Xiao Qinghe clutched her collar, her voice sweet and desperate, dripping with need:

“Help me—”

She didn’t even know what help she wanted—only that she couldn’t bear this torment any longer.

It was too much.

Yue Xi’s wavering heart finally toppled. With Qing he guiding her hand, she surrendered completely.

Qing he released her grip, watching Xiao Qinghe’s flushed, delicate expression, realizing: So that’s what I look like when passion overtakes me.

Xiao Qinghe’s voice rang pure and airy, like an oriole’s song. Her soft whimpers now only stoked the heat further, leaving throats dry and skin burning.

Yue Xi’s blood surged to her head, scattering reason like dust, until instinct alone drove her.

Xiao Qinghe, inexperienced, gave in quickly, collapsing bonelessly into her arms, all soft, pink, and tender.

“Fusang, I…”

Catching her breath, Xiao Qinghe touched Yue Xi’s face, words faltering midway before she seized her lips, sucking greedily like a child.

Yue Xi tried to push her off, but Qing he grabbed her wrist.

“Your turn to serve me now.”

The words shocked Yue Xi to her core. In less than an hour, she had been shaken over and over again.

Qing he ignored her dazed stare, guiding her hand beneath her skirts…

Xiao Qinghe, not to be outdone, pressed harder, making Yue Xi tremble with a bitten gasp, her hand slipping lower on instinct.

Qing he shot Xiao Qing he a scornful look, dismissive. Enraged, Xiao Qinghe latched onto Yue Xi’s chest while forcing her hand further down…

Yue Xi wore the look of one resigned to fate, letting herself be toyed with by the two.

She hardly had to do anything—they seemed to run on their own, she merely providing the hands. But this scene…

She couldn’t even describe it. Two lifetimes lived, and never had she faced something like this. If the two weren’t technically the same person, she’d be calling the police.

Qing he leaned in for another kiss, spilling soft moans into her mouth, while Xiao Qinghe’s lips trailed her neck and collarbone, teasing with small bites.

Yue Xi’s head spun, lost in the chaos, swept along helplessly.

Qing he was quick to ignite. In no time, her eyes and cheeks were flushed with vivid reds, her beauty burning, lush as a flower in bloom.

Xiao Qinghe, younger and weaker, was already drained, lying limp in Yue Xi’s arms, her breath feverishly hot.

Two breaths, one left and one right, scorched against Yue Xi’s neck, making her skin tingle and her mind hazy, as though drunk.

“Fusang…” Xiao Qinghe called sweetly.

Yue Xi tilted her chin up, stealing a kiss. “Call me Sister Yue Xi.”

“Yue Xi… Sister.” The lofty goddess stumbled over the words, unused to addressing anyone so.

Yue Xi coaxed her:

“Good girl. Lend me your vine, alright?”

Blankly, Xiao Qinghe nodded. She lifted her hand, and a vine appeared in her palm.

“Here, it’ll obey you.”

A shadow flickered in Yue Xi’s eyes. She stretched out her arm, letting the vine coil around it. Then, with a thought, she guided it from Xiao Qing he’s shoulder down into her deepest place.

Branches sprouted along the way, each finding their own destinations.

Xiao Qinghe never expected Yue Xi to use the vine on her. She bit her lip, gazing pitifully up, but Yue Xi held her waist tight, whispering:

“I’ve infused it with my power. Now I share its sensations—I feel everything you feel.”

The words shattered her composure. She buried her face in Yue Xi’s chest, muffling her cries.

A cool hand cupped Yue Xi’s face, turning her gaze away. Qing he’s eyes smoldered with displeasure.

“Look at me. You’re too focused on her.”

Yue Xi, hands occupied, released Xiao Qinghe and pulled Qing he close instead.

“Getting jealous now? Isn’t it a bit late? Hm?”

Oh my—who wouldn’t say Yue Xi’s a top-dog alpha? Just like me, haha.

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