Deliberate Possession [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Too Much Torment

Afraid of getting wet, the item around her neck was temporarily removed.

To save time, the two showered together. Jing Xiaoyan meticulously washed her clean. With the bright light in the bathroom, watching her wash her, Jiang Yumian’s face was flushed.

Stared at under the light, people were indeed still innocent.

After a quick shower, Jing Xiaoyan helped her dry off, put on her slip dress, grabbed her, and put the collar back on.

Jiang Yumian was led out of the bathroom by her. Watching her actions, her heart died. She realized that the things she bought seemed to be torturing herself.

Jing Xiaoyan pulled the chain in her hand and quickly dropped a line, “Be good. Stand still.”

Jiang Yumian obediently stood there, stiffening her neck to look in the direction she was walking. Well, she was going through that packaging bag again.

Watching with wide eyes as she took out the blindfold and another choker from it, Jiang Yumian’s eyebrows twitched. When Jing Xiaoyan walked towards her, she immediately ran to the bed.

Jiang Yumian stood on the bed, looking down at her, pointing a finger. “Don’t move!”

Jing Xiaoyan paused, tilted her head, and blinked, looking confused.

“What’s wrong?”

Jiang Yumian rubbed her sore arm, thinking that she deserved it for being too much yesterday, but also thinking that she couldn’t handle her “love” right now and couldn’t let her do this. After a few seconds of internal conflict, she chose the latter.

She cleared her throat, grabbed the chain in front of her, and flung it back over her shoulder dramatically. Before she could speak, the chain hit her, whipping her back painfully.

“Ow!”

Jiang Yumian touched her accidentally whipped waist, her face full of bitterness.

Jing Xiaoyan: “…”

She couldn’t help but laugh. She put the items in her hand on the bed, walked over, hugged Jiang Yumian, rubbed her back and waist, and looked up at her with a smile. “Why are you standing so high?”

And she even whipped herself.

Jiang Yumian pouted, her face full of grievances. “Standing high gives me momentum.”

Jing Xiaoyan chuckled, reached out, hugged her waist, lifted her up, and set her down, making her sit properly on the bed.

She asked, composed, with her arms crossed, “Tell me, what do you want?”

Jiang Yumian looked up at her, silent for a few seconds. She pressed her feet against Jing Xiaoyan’s legs, leaning in and whispering, “I told you, I’m not recovered yet. I can’t…”

Jing Xiaoyan raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say I was going to do anything.”

Jiang Yumian withdrew her feet, turned around, and pointed to the blindfold she had placed on the bed. “Then why did you get this?”

She also touched the chain behind her neck, pulling it back angrily. “And this!”

Jing Xiaoyan paused, picked up the blindfold, and put it on her under Jiang Yumian’s watchful eyes.

When Jiang Yumian’s hand reached for the blindfold, she immediately said, “Don’t take it off.”

Jing Xiaoyan pulled her hand down and gripped it tightly. Jiang Yumian’s heart tightened. Not being able to see made her anxious. She instantly grabbed Jing Xiaoyan’s arm with her other hand and leaned into her arms.

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t do anything…” Her voice was small, completely lacking the assertive tone she wanted.

Jing Xiaoyan took her hand, making her hold her. “Yes, don’t worry. I won’t.”

Jiang Yumian hugged her legs, feeling her bend down and grab something else. She licked her lips. “Then why are you messing with me like this? And I think what we’re doing isn’t right.”

Jing Xiaoyan looked at the choker in her hand, asking casually, “What’s wrong?”

“I think you treating me like this damages your image. We shouldn’t develop this way. It’s a bit perverted.”

Jiang Yumian hugged Jing Xiaoyan tightly. She felt that everything she said was reasonable. Jing Xiaoyan was her good older sister.

How could her good older sister have such a bad heart as her? She couldn’t.

Jing Xiaoyan chuckled. She wondered who became perverted first.

She pulled Jiang Yumian’s hands, and despite her soft protest, she fastened both of her hands behind her back, binding them with the choker.

Jiang Yumian was shocked. She blurted out, “Holy shit! Jing Xiaoyan, you’re tying me up!”

She struggled while sitting. Her wrists were bound behind her. She was on the verge of tears because she couldn’t break free. She could only conclude that the choker she bought was too good quality.

Jing Xiaoyan watched her with her arms crossed, smiling with narrowed eyes. “What did you call me?”

Unable to see Jing Xiaoyan’s expression, Jiang Yumian gave a dry laugh. “Wife~”

“Don’t do this. I’m scared.”

Jiang Yumian pouted, looking pathetic.

Jing Xiaoyan reached out, pulled the chain in front of her, and tugged it playfully.

Jiang Yumian: “…”

She gave up, stopping her struggle. “What exactly do you want…”

Then she sighed, as if she had given up. “Oh, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have treated you like that yesterday. I was completely wrong. I’m the pervert. I’m the ultimate pervert, but you’re not. Be gentle with me.”

After not hearing Jing Xiaoyan speak for a while, her shoulders slumped. She compromised weakly. “Then be gentle with your hands…”

This pitiful look made Jing Xiaoyan smile for a long time. She finally couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Hearing her laughter, even though she couldn’t see her, Jiang Yumian still raised her head. “Wife~”

Jing Xiaoyan held her. The smile on her face was uncontrollable. Her voice was full of laughter. “Get up. Kneel properly.”

Jiang Yumian hesitated. With her hands tied behind her, she was a little off balance when she got up. She knelt with difficulty near the edge of the bed. She felt that if Jing Xiaoyan wasn’t right in front of her, she might fall forward and off the bed.

If she fell with her hands tied, her face would definitely hit the floor first. Thinking of this, Jiang Yumian immediately leaned back. Her perfectly straight kneeling posture instantly collapsed into a sitting position.

Jing Xiaoyan, who was about to hug her away, was speechless. She lifted the blindfold from Jiang Yumian’s face. “Look clearly. It’s inconvenient here. Move to the middle of the bed yourself.”

She wasn’t going to hug her anymore.

Jiang Yumian blinked, slowly moving to the middle of the bed, facing the headboard. She stared at Jing Xiaoyan, who was climbing onto the bed, with a wary look. “Can I not wear the blindfold?”

After saying that, she shook her head. The blindfold on her forehead didn’t budge. She knew Jing Xiaoyan wanted a reenactment, so she actively moved a bit, straddling Jing Xiaoyan’s legs, who had just lain down.

Jing Xiaoyan was wearing yesterday’s slip dress. She leaned against the headboard, feeling the skin of their legs pressed together. Her heart trembled.

Jiang Yumian felt it too. She bit her lip, steadied herself, and looked at Jing Xiaoyan with wide eyes, kneeling on her legs.

“You can not wear it if you won’t be shy.” Jing Xiaoyan got up, hooked Jiang Yumian’s waist, and pulled her into her arms.

Hearing this, Jiang Yumian had an ominous feeling. Her throat subtly rolled. “What do you want to do?”

Jing Xiaoyan raised her head and kissed her lips. “Nothing. I just want to check. Why are you saying you can’t? What if you’re injured? So, I’m just checking.”

Jiang Yumian’s eyes widened. Her inner thighs slightly tightened. She opened her mouth, then closed her eyes. “Put it on!”

The blindfold was pulled down again. Jiang Yumian’s heart relaxed. Her ears flushed uncontrollably. She bit her tongue. How could Jing Xiaoyan say something like that so seriously!

Jing Xiaoyan pursed her lips. She was actually not as calm as Jiang Yumian thought. Her neck and ears were pink and burning, she just wasn’t showing it.

She slowly slid down. The hem of her skirt covered her face.

Jiang Yumian bit her lip, kneeling straight up, her heart racing. All her attention was focused on that breath. Her legs were quickly hugged.

After a few seconds, a muffled sound came from below. Jing Xiaoyan really was “checking” her. “It’s alright, just a bit… woo…”

Successfully blocking her mouth, Jiang Yumian’s breathing trembled. Her hanging heart finally died.

Jing Xiaoyan rubbed her face, adjusted, and then opened her mouth. Her lips moved slightly, teasing Jiang Yumian’s nerves.

Jiang Yumian took a deep breath. Her legs were tightly hugged. She couldn’t even stand up to catch her breath. She was exhausted, kneeling precariously. With her hands tied behind her, it was difficult to maintain balance. She struggled with her wrists forcefully, but it was no use. She was about to give up. She felt like she would fall at any moment.

The breath inside the slip dress became hotter and heavier. Jiang Yumian was afraid Jing Xiaoyan would suffocate inside. Her knees were weak, and her back and forehead were covered in sweat. Some sweat even slid down her jaw and dripped. This method was truly too torturous.

Jiang Yumian couldn’t kneel anymore. She bit her lip and sat down in frustration. The sensation was even more stimulating.

She slightly rubbed against her. It was actually quite comfortable, but she was really afraid Jing Xiaoyan would suffocate. She tried to get up again, but a certain person was displeased. It seemed this position suited her perfectly, and she pulled her down tightly.

Jiang Yumian’s breathing was extremely erratic. It was too much of a strain on her nerves.

Her voice trembled slightly. “Untie my hands.”

Jing Xiaoyan released her mouth. Her rationality returned a little. She had almost drowned in there. She swallowed lightly, feeling for Jiang Yumian’s back. It took her over a minute of struggling to untie her hands. Feeling the sweat on her wrists, she realized how hot she was.

Jiang Yumian sighed in relief. Her hands immediately propped against the headboard, steadying her posture. Jing Xiaoyan started kissing her again. She restlessly squirmed, which was quickly noticed by her.

Jing Xiaoyan’s breathing deepened. Most of her face was wet. She opened her mouth and lightly bit, forcing Jiang Yumian to instinctively lift her waist, sitting up a little.

Gaining some space, her hand quickly rubbed in. Her fingertips slid up and down in the moisture. Jiang Yumian, who had endured to her limit, trembled violently.

Jing Xiaoyan stabilized her breathing. Her fingertips became even more slippery. Her eyes fluttered. Her fingertips easily pressed halfway in, quickly noticing Jiang Yumian’s abnormal reaction.

A few seconds later, her hand retreated. Her voice, slightly hoarse with teasing, said, “Ah… I forgot. You can’t.”

Jiang Yumian bit her lip tightly, instinctively clenching her body.

“You’re sucking me in.” Jing Xiaoyan’s voice was soft, but what she said was shocking.

Jiang Yumian took a deep breath. She released her hands from the headboard, bent down, lifted the slip dress, grabbed Jing Xiaoyan’s hand, and guided her to press further in.

Jing Xiaoyan’s eyebrows slightly opened. The fingers enclosed by her tightened a little, and she soon heard a soft groan.

Jiang Yumian, who was already kneeling precariously, finally couldn’t hold on anymore. Her hands immediately pressed against the bed. A drop of sweat also followed.

She gasped, pleading with her, “Stop torturing me, Older Sister.”

Hearing this, Jing Xiaoyan pushed her down and flipped over.

She looked at the sweat-drenched Jiang Yumian, her eyes slightly surprised. She reached out to push away the hair sticking to her neck. She finally stopped teasing her. “You really can’t, but I’ll be gentle. Just once.”

Jiang Yumian lay on the bed, her back against the sheets, feeling like she was finally alive again. It was too hard to endure. Hearing what Jing Xiaoyan said, she softly mhm-ed, her voice full of grievances.

She had been stretched to her limit.

The same bell sound from last night echoed in the room. Jing Xiaoyan’s nerves twitched. She quickly removed the item from Jiang Yumian’s neck.

Perhaps because of the excessive teasing earlier, Jiang Yumian quickly reached her limit. Jing Xiaoyan very restrainedly held her and finished it in one go. She, too, was covered in sweat.

Jiang Yumian didn’t receive the same good treatment as yesterday. After being hugged and showered, she was wrapped in a bathrobe by Jing Xiaoyan and tossed onto the sofa. It was a little miserable, but there was nothing she could do. She simply couldn’t stand on her own.

Jing Xiaoyan only carried her to the bed after drying her hair and changing the sheets.

“Today only counts as one time. When you’re better, we’ll do it again.”

Jiang Yumian looked up, thinking she had misheard, but after trying to open her eyes, she saw Jing Xiaoyan’s face close to hers. She bit her teeth weakly, spitting out two words, “Beast.”

Jing Xiaoyan lifted Jiang Yumian’s head, resting it on her arm, and pulled her into her embrace. “Am I as excessive as you?”

Jiang Yumian slightly frowned. Could she be as excessive as Jing Xiaoyan?

Thinking of what she endured today, it was too torturous. She dared not experience it a second time, but she had to admit it was very comfortable, and she didn’t cry.

She closed her eyes tiredly, softly scoffing, and said no more.

Jing Xiaoyan smiled, lifted her foot, squeezed between Jiang Yumian’s legs, and pressed tightly against her.

Jiang Yumian was too sleepy to deal with her. She let her move around as she pleased. She had to go to work tomorrow. If she didn’t sleep now, she wouldn’t be able to wake up.

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