Falling After Marriage - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: I Want You to Fall Consciously

“Lin Jin, snap out of it!”

“Cheng Sangluo, my sanity is still intact… and I won’t hurt you…” Lin Jin laughed, looping one of the lace ribbons around her neck and even tying a beautiful bow.

She tilted her head to admire it, her wine-flushed eyes brimming with a smile: “You are my gift, so you must be tied with a pretty bow.”

This time, Lin Jin had no intention of humiliation.

All she wanted was to fill the emptiness of countless nights and the blank memories untouched by Cheng Sangluo’s presence.

Cheng Sangluo was distressed, her tone softening slightly: “Stop messing around. I’ll take you to get your stomach pumped, okay? Listen to me!”

“No.” Lin Jin picked up the other lace ribbon, held one end in her mouth, and gently brushed it against the puppy’s dry lips. “Guess where this one will be tied?”

The silhouette on the wall had a slight curve in her slender back, like a black cat stepping softly, filling the space with silent, escalating curiosity.

She occupied the superior position, looking down at her coveted prey, her crimson eyes twinkling and mixed with a playful desire.

I can’t bear it. I can’t bear to consume the puppy so easily.

Cheng Sangluo knew that anything more she said would be a waste of breath, so she simply pressed her back firmly against the chair and turned her head away.

Lin Jin used her cool fingertips to pinch Cheng Sangluo’s chin, forcing her head straight, meticulously observing the eyes that couldn’t evade her gaze. “You will definitely like… the performance I specially prepared for you… You definitely will…”

Seeing that she couldn’t avoid it, Cheng Sangluo braced herself to meet the hazy eyes, and said seriously: “You know what kind of person I am; I’m not interested.”

“Yes, you are stubborn… you are righteous… you remain composed… you are noble and selfless…”

Lin Jin complimented her sarcastically, but the wicked smile on her lips did not diminish.

The drug effect surged fiercely.

A thin layer of hot sweat covered her skin beneath the inner camisole.

And in her private parts, an uncontrollable stickiness began.

She looped the remaining lace ribbon over the puppy’s face, blindfolding those resistant yet bright eyes.

“Remember to keep your eyes open and appreciate it. Through this layer of lace, you will see not only me… but also the ambition and desire you dare not confront directly…”

With that, she untied the puppy’s hair ribbon.

The instantly loosened strands of hair fell messily against Cheng Sangluo’s cheeks, a sense of brokenness wrapped in her disheveled state, making onlookers feel tender and triggering a stronger desire for possession.

Cheng Sangluo’s tightly pursed lips looked solemn, the blindfolding lace ribbon adding a tension of abstinence. When she tilted her head slightly, her taut facial contours looked even more handsome.

Just as Lin Jin said, she didn’t close her eyes. Through the gaps in the lace, she traced the figure of the lithe-waisted person in front of her.

Curiosity was at play, which made her want to find out what kind of performance could stir her ambition.

Lin Jin sat on her lap, yet leaned lazily against the edge of the desk, also examining the puppy with an unchanging expression, with eyes full of appreciation.

She cocked her head and rested her face against Cheng Sangluo’s shoulder. Knowing that alcohol would amplify the effect of the aphrodisiac, she still greedily took a gulp of red wine.

“Don’t drink any more.” Cheng Sangluo frowned, rebuking her softly: “Don’t do things to hurt yourself.”

“Why does my self-torment concern you?” Lin Jin ignored the warning and proceeded to slip off the camellia-patterned robe, draping it over her head. She also covered the serious-looking puppy inside. “Are you ready?”

Inside the concealed space created by the long robe, Cheng Sangluo’s vision became hazy. She couldn’t clearly see Lin Jin’s expression at the moment, but she could see the close-pressing, creamy white skin.

The snow-peaches were naturally full.

Wrapped in the thin fabric.

Possessing an imminent mystery.

“Want a taste?” Lin Jin’s voice was sweet and clingy, brushing intentionally and unintentionally against her nose. “If you want it, it’s yours…”

“Ngh—” Cheng Sangluo’s face was buried, and her breathing also became muffled. “Lin… ngh… Lin Jin…”

The pleasant cedar scent she usually enjoyed was now overwhelmingly rich, yet it no longer brought peace of mind. Instead, it was a captivating lure that tugged at her heartstrings.

Cheng Sangluo’s heart pounded in her throat, choking her. She had to clench her lips tightly, afraid that the slightest lapse would allow the madwoman in front of her to take advantage of the weakness.

Lin Jin deliberately straightened her back, making this provocative display appear even more wanton.

She occasionally let out timely moans, wishing her beloved puppy would fully taste the soft sweetness of the snow-peaches.

Cheng Sangluo vigorously shook her head, but she couldn’t escape; she was trapped.

She was trapped in the boss’s chair, trapped under the long robe, and trapped in Lin Jin’s schemes.

She instinctively tensed up, trying to recall her scattered sanity by regulating her breathing, but the effort was minimal.

Lin Jin never touched Cheng Sangluo’s clothes, just as she said: tonight, she would not hurt the puppy, only herself.

When the burning and itching effects of the drug rushed straight to her brain, she finally couldn’t help but cup the puppy’s face, praying with a trembling, tearful voice: “Cheng Sangluo… I’m so uncomfortable…”

“Take… me…”

“Be rougher…”

“It doesn’t matter….”

She bent down, wrapped her arms around Cheng Sangluo’s neck, and pressed their foreheads together, forcing the one who never yielded to see her unrestrained infatuation.

“Pity me, okay?” Lin Jin shed all her arrogance, her tone filled with a sickly, tail-wagging plea. “Even if you only feel a sliver of pity… I will be completely satisfied…”

In the narrow, dim space, Cheng Sangluo peered through the lace ribbon to observe Lin Jin’s expression. The vulnerable pathos beneath the scarlet blush made her heart tremble, and her tone became less rigid: “You must learn to love yourself first before anyone can pity you… Lin Jin… don’t be like this…”

The silky camellia robe slipped off as Lin Jin embraced the puppy.

The visibility finally brightened slightly.

Cheng Sangluo took the opportunity to gulp fresh air, but she was quickly returned to her former state by the mischief-maker in front of her.

Lin Jin leaned against the desk again, quietly slipping off the camisole that barely covered the Yun Yue (a metaphor for her chest). She casually took a sip from the red wine bottle before letting the rest of the wine pour down.

The glamorous crimson liquid flowed down her chin and continued. It crossed the cold white plains and valleys, splitting into trickling streams at the peak of the snowy mountains.

Lin Jin gnawed at the wine bottle, her face flushing with an irrepressible intensity. She whispered softly: “Taste what I taste like… Am I sweet… sour… or bitter…”

No alcohol acting up, no hallucinogenic drugs. I want you to fall consciously.

Cheng Sangluo’s vision had never suffered such a severe impact. In fear, she lowered her head and tightly closed her eyes, but the vibrant scene sculpted by Lin Jin had already been branded in her mind. Every stroke was an undeniable temptation.

Her palms gripped the armrests, her nails nearly digging into the soft leather, not out of hatred, but simply to maintain her sanity through pain.

‘Crash—’

In the silent study, a jarring sound of shattering glass suddenly rang out.

Lin Jin knew that no amount of pleading could move the hard-hearted person, so she savagely smashed the red wine bottle.

She clenched the broken neck of the bottle and held it against her pale arm. The sharp glass dug into her delicate skin until drops of blood splattered onto Cheng Sangluo’s face, eventually forming a sheet of terror that couldn’t be undone.

She seemed oblivious to the pain, showing no sign of weakness on her face, and simply stared down coldly at the indifferent Cheng Sangluo.

Until the other person struggled desperately, forgetting that the ties on her arms were practically cutting into her flesh.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” Cheng Sangluo roared, yet dared not kick wildly, afraid that the madwoman sitting on her lap would fall onto the scattered glass shards. “Let go, let me go immediately! Don’t do anything stupid!”

Lin Jin laughed heartbrokenly, yet hid a fraction of satisfaction, pleased that the puppy must have felt pity to struggle so desperately.

She raised the jagged bottleneck again and held it against her arm, threatening the soft-hearted god silently.

Cheng Sangluo watched as the pale arm was about to be cut open with new wounds, urgently pleading: “Throw the bottle away! I’ll do anything you want, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”

“Finally giving in?” Lin Jin chuckled tremulously, then held the jagged edge of the bottle to the puppy’s chin, confirming: “Are you sure you will obediently agree to anything I ask you to do?”

“I am not faithless like you.” Cheng Sangluo’s eyes were red with anxiety. The blood dripped down the lace ribbon onto her cheeks, looking like two trails of blood tears.

She was indeed panicked, but she didn’t know why she was panicked.

Even if a few more cuts appeared on that arm, it would be insignificant to her, not to mention it wouldn’t kill Lin Jin.

Lin Jin’s eyes curved into a sinister smile. Her tone was no longer pleading but coldly commanding: “Lick the wine on my body clean… Not a single trace can remain… And this blood… you must also use your tongue to stop it…”

Cheng Sangluo’s lips fluttered in shock, unable to utter a word for a long time. The madwoman always came up with fantastical requests, and this scene today was still outside her expectations.

“It hurts so much…” Seeing her hesitate, Lin Jin hissed in pain, then used her fingertip to dab fresh blood onto the puppy’s dry lips. “My patience is running thin.”

“Untie me.” Cheng Sangluo made an impossible request, but then used the tip of her tongue to lick away the blood on her lips in front of Lin Jin, thereby indicating her submission.

She involuntarily tasted the madwoman’s flavor—a faint metallic bloodiness wrapped with a hint of sweetness.

“I can’t beat you. Why should I trust you?” Lin Jin whined seductively, bringing the adorable snow-peaches closer to the puppy’s lips. “Hurry and lick… Lick properly… Lick seriously…”

Cheng Sangluo couldn’t escape, and a dryness rolled in her throat.

She almost forgot the diluted humiliation, her mind filled only with how to skillfully restrain and endure.

But when Lin Jin placed a hand on the back of her head, the sobriety she desperately amassed vanished like smoke in the wind.

“I will soon be your wife… pre-marital fun… hmm… perfectly reasonable…” Lin Jin held the puppy’s head tightly. Her soft whispers carried through her shallow sighs, causing her shimmering eyes to squint involuntarily.

Cheng Sangluo bowed her head and kissed lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, landing on the tip of the soft peach.

Midsummer was the season for fragrant, soft, and juicy peaches.

Tonight, she tasted a seasonal flavor she hadn’t experienced in half her life.

Only the person looking down in appreciation could feel the holistic pleasure of how serious the puppy was.

Only when all traces of the red wine were completely licked away did Cheng Sangluo lift her head.

Her jaw ached terribly, and she had to feign composure, yet the burning sensation that rolled from her earlobes to her cheeks and down her neck easily betrayed her inexperience.

“It’s not over yet~” Lin Jin was still unsatisfied, deliberately making things difficult by raising her arm. “I told you I would torture myself… As for whether you pity me… that depends on your conscience, doesn’t it… You want me, don’t you?”

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