Falling After Marriage - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Sink with Me

Cheng Sangluo froze. For her, who was not adept at lying, this question was extremely difficult.

It was difficult because she was a person of flesh and blood, and difficult because, after more than twenty years of solitude, she too had fantasies about filling the loneliness.

“Stop playing, okay?” Cheng Sangluo was like a hedgehog whose quills had been plucked, forced to restrain her sharpness. “Untie me. I’ll take you to stop the bleeding.”

She didn’t admit that she cared whether Lin Jin was hurt, but looking at the fresh blood gushing from that slender, white arm, the bright red stung her eyes.

“You have two choices: conscious taking, or…” Lin Jin didn’t accept the request, turning to pull a capsule-sized pill from a drawer. “…sink with me…”

“Seeking pleasure… is nothing shameful…”

Lin Jin’s seductive tone was coated in honey, sticky and sweet, yet hiding a dangerous, man-eating threat.

She pinched the capsule between her fingers, playing with it, then brought it to her lips, gently holding it in her mouth. She looked incredibly patient, waiting for the puppy’s answer.

In reality, she was going crazy from holding back. The desire hidden in her heart was like a fire doused with oil, burning through all patience like a prairie blaze.

The gathering storm of lust washed over her nerves, making her slightly raise her body and shift her position, subtly brushing against the puppy’s leg, which only slightly relieved the deep-seated itch in her soul.

Cheng Sangluo couldn’t help but shake her leg, as if trying to dispel the strange, soaked feeling permeating her trousers.

It was the wet, hot, sticky delusion emanating from the madwoman.

Cheng Sangluo had no choice. Whether it was clarity or sinking, both paths were dead ends, yet she couldn’t find a third way to make the madwoman relent.

Tonight, it was clear there would be no peace.

“Hurry, answer me!” Lin Jin’s urgent tone was trembling uncontrollably. Her body had gone soft, like a pool of spring water, forcing her to lean on the puppy’s shoulder for support. “Darling… don’t make me… endure this pain alone…”

Cheng Sangluo subconsciously raised her shoulder, steadily supporting the tremor transmitted by the madwoman. After a silence that felt like eternity, grinding away for an unknown length of time, she finally parted her lips and replied: “Give me the pill.”

Lin Jin paused in surprise, raising an eyebrow, astonished that the puppy ultimately chose to rely on medication to sustain this moment of passion.

Following the surprise, her deep eyes were filled with disappointment, as if accusing: You would rather take drugs than consciously comfort me? Then what am I to you?

“Weren’t you in a hurry? Why are you dragging your feet now?”

Cheng Sangluo, on the contrary, became the impatient one. Her stable tone of urging was like a rusty, dull blade—it couldn’t stab or cut, but it was just irritating enough to provoke.

She could see Lin Jin’s disappointment, which was why she responded with such saltiness.

Lin Jin held the capsule to Cheng Sangluo’s lips, a near-kiss, until she used her tongue to push the pill into the puppy’s mouth, then watched her intently for a long time.

Cheng Sangluo raised her chin, allowing the person in front of her to see that she had swallowed the capsule, before demanding: “Satisfied now? If you are, untie me.”

“Don’t be so rushed. Where are we in all this?” Lin Jin smiled smugly, not agreeing to release the devices on the puppy’s arms.

She twisted her seductive body and leaned against the desk.

As she tilted her head back, her smooth long hair slid over her shoulder, scattering onto the trembling, alluring snow-peaches.

Her soft, delicate fingers moved slowly.

Brushing against the pale neck.

Picking up a strand of hair.

And leisurely sweeping the peak of the peach.

Lin Jin looked at Cheng Sangluo with seductive eyes, not only smiling but also wrapped in crimson provocation, saying nothing yet conveying every ambiguity.

She was like a little female cat on a spring night, occasionally letting out soft, passionate purrs.

And also like a white snake coiled around a tree trunk, cold yet slick and soft.

The lace ribbon, acting like a filter, overlaid the vibrant scene of spring in front of her with even more stimulating sensuality.

Cheng Sangluo narrowed her eyes and gazed down, her heart unmoved by a single ripple. Only her tone held a hint of disturbance: “What trick are you trying to pull now?”

Lin Jin knew well how irresistible the drug’s power was, so she was not in a hurry about the immediate pace, suddenly letting out a clear, melodious laugh.

This laughter fell upon Cheng Sangluo’s ears as nothing but immense mockery and provocation.

She lost her composure and questioned angrily: “What are you laughing at? What’s so funny!?”

“I’m laughing at how calm and composed you are now; that’s how out of control you’ll be later…” Lin Jin answered truthfully, reaching out to hook the ribbon around the puppy’s neck, wrapping it around her finger to play with, and finally bringing it to her mouth to rub against.

Struggling with the itch in her heart, she returned to patient waiting, anticipating how wild and unrestrained the puppy’s other side would be.

Cheng Sangluo agreed to swallow the capsule entirely to persuade Lin Jin to untie her.

She figured that once freed, she could find a way to vomit the pill out before the effects took hold, and she could also stop the bleeding and induce vomiting for the self-destructive madwoman.

But she never expected the madwoman to be so suspicious, insisting on waiting until the drug took effect before unlocking the restraints.

Cheng Sangluo couldn’t wait any longer. She had to tense her back and gather strength to break free from the bondage.

There was no clever trick involved, relying entirely on brute force. After trying repeatedly, she finally heard a cracking sound from the armrest.

The movement of her arms became wider and wider, completely disregarding the pain caused by the tearing skin.

In an instant, both her arms were covered in scrapes and bloodstains.

“Don’t move!” Lin Jin panicked, hastily pressing down on her shoulders, leaning in to examine the deep and shallow wounds, her fingers trembling with heartache.

She gently rubbed the wounds, scolding in a low voice: “Can’t you have a little self-regard? Are you only satisfied when you’re covered in wounds?”

“What’s there to cherish about a worthless life like mine? Don’t you just love watching me suffer like this?” Cheng Sangluo mocked herself. As she exerted force again, her left arm broke free from the restraints.

It was too late for Lin Jin to stop her.

Cheng Sangluo instantly tore off the right side’s restraint with her remaining strength, hastily pushing the chair back and standing up.

Lin Jin, who was sitting on her lap, lost her balance. Shaking left and right, unable to grab onto anything for support, she tilted and fell toward the floor scattered with glass shards.

Cheng Sangluo reacted swiftly, catching her waist, collapsing her shoulder, and directly hoisting the person up.

Lin Jin hadn’t recovered from the scare, already half-carried in the air. A strong sense of weightlessness hit her heart, quickly replaced by the security brought by the puppy.

“Are you afraid I’ll fall and get hurt?” She leaned her head back against the puppy’s broad back, arching her legs to trace arcs of joy in the air, letting out a mocking, cheerful laugh: “Haha… you clearly care deeply…”

Cheng Sangluo couldn’t be bothered to respond, carrying the restless madwoman straight to the living room.

She had many choices: she could have abandoned Lin Jin, gone to the bathroom to vomit the pill, or simply fled in panic.

But the soft-hearted god chose a path that disregarded herself.

She tossed Lin Jin onto the sofa. After looking around fruitlessly, she finally asked: “Don’t you have a first-aid kit?”

Lin Jin lay lazily on the sofa, her carefree smile fading with the question.

She deliberately propped her head up with her injured arm, allowing fresh blood to ooze from the deep cut, and said carelessly: “Yes, find it yourself~”

“Crazy woman!” Cheng Sangluo cursed under her breath. Reaching out, she held Lin Jin’s head, gently pushing the injured arm to the side to lay it flat. “Play is play, but can’t you take care of yourself?”

“That phrase sounds familiar. Did I say it just now?” Lin Jin raised an eyebrow, joking lightheartedly: “You don’t even know how to take care of yourself. What right do you have to lecture me?”

“……” A flood of insults clogged Cheng Sangluo’s throat, dissolving into a long silence.

She pulled open the coffee table drawer, finding it crammed with various medications. After locating alcohol and cotton balls, she let out a sigh of relief.

Lin Jin glanced at the relaxed-looking puppy, then coiled around her back like a snake, actively presenting her arm. “Come on, serve me. While you are still in a conscious state…”

Cheng Sangluo’s face was already flushed with two patches of red. Feeling intensely hot all over, she couldn’t help but tug at her collar. Then, she picked up a cotton ball, dipped it in alcohol, and said: “Hold on, this will hurt.”

“I’m not afraid of pain…” Lin Jin’s consciousness was becoming scattered during the conversation. She bit the puppy’s ear, her speech becoming slurred: “I… I’m afraid… you’ll leave me…”

Cheng Sangluo struggled to suppress the strange sensation rising in her heart. The thrumming emotion was indistinguishable—was it from instinct, or the drug beginning to take effect?

She silently held Lin Jin’s arm, disinfecting it while trying to regulate her erratic breathing.

But the more composed she tried to be, the more agonizing it became. The unvented itch pierced her heart and lungs, accompanied by the weak soreness of her limbs.

“Don’t hold back… please…” Lin Jin pressed her lips against the puppy’s face, feeling the mutual burning heat of their skin.

Seeing that Cheng Sangluo remained firm, she could only use words to dismantle that cold heart: “I’ll give you… anything you want… I can give it to you…”

Cheng Sangluo closed her eyes and fiercely shook her head twice. Then, she haphazardly wrapped the arm with bandages, hastily finishing the job.

Lin Jin thought she was getting up to leave and clung tightly to her skirt hem, refusing to let go. “Last time… you also abandoned me like that… the thunder was very loud that night… I was very scared…”

Cheng Sangluo looked down. She had never seen the madwoman in front of her wear such an expression—a fearful, insecure display of weakness, with crystal tears shimmering in her profound eyes, looking utterly pitiful and about to cry.

“I’m not leaving,” Cheng Sangluo replied, bending down and signaling Lin Jin to put her arm around her neck. “We’re going to the bathroom. You need to vomit this pill out.”

“Vomiting won’t work… I drank it with wine… Only you can help me…” Lin Jin wrapped her arms around the puppy’s neck, kissing her chin as she explained: “And you can’t either… a whole pill’s dosage… is very large…”

Initially, her kisses were gentle, like scattered fine rain falling, but they eventually became uncontrollable and frantic. Each kiss felt like a salvation she desperately sought.

Cheng Sangluo didn’t believe the explanation and insisted on carrying Lin Jin, quickly crossing the spacious living room. But before she even reached the guest room, she felt her legs weaken, nearly causing her to fall with the person in her arms.

Lin Jin clung relentlessly, her kisses growing hotter. She couldn’t worry about anything else, just continuously called out: “Sangluo… I need you… please… don’t be so stubborn…”

Cheng Sangluo leaned against the wall to catch her breath, using almost all her strength to hold Lin Jin tight, afraid that the slightest relaxation would drop the person in her arms.

She wasn’t particularly moved or touched. Every breath was controlled by the drug, until the last thread of sanity was breached by the surging flood.

Lin Jin nipped at her ear, whispering fragments: “Go to that room… that’s the one… I prepared for you a long, long time ago… I fantasized countless times… about you holding me in that room… holding me… wildly…”

Cheng Sangluo, in a trance, listened to her words, but the feeling of powerlessness made her walk very slowly. Every step required suppressing the soreness to walk steadily.

The room Lin Jin pointed to was in the corner and looked unremarkable.

The moment they pushed the door open, the pitch-black room, before the lights were turned on, was made starkly bright by the light from outside the door.

In that windowless, four-cornered room, there was only one two-meter-wide double bed, with no other decorations.

What made her heart clench was that all four walls and the ceiling of the room were mirrors, reflecting countless spaces for voyeurism.

Cheng Sangluo wanted to turn and leave, but Lin Jin kicked her foot against the mirrored wall. “Don’t go… stay right here… I want to watch you… watch how you take possession of me, bit by bit…”

Cheng Sangluo’s breathing was completely chaotic. With the little strength she had left, she couldn’t continue carrying Lin Jin.

She moved to the bedside and put Lin Jin down. Before she could let go, she was pulled down onto the soft bed by the madwoman, who wrapped her arms around her neck with a smile.

Burying her head in the madwoman’s burning neck, she couldn’t avoid inhaling that familiar scent. Every breath was a muffled greed.

Lin Jin tilted her head back, staring intently at the ceiling mirror.

In the mirror, she was stroking the puppy’s head, rambling incoherently: “I’ve waited for you… waited until today… it’s been so hard… so hard… Please grace me with a little bit of love… even that is so hard…”

She smiled contentedly, feeling the damp, hot breath on her neck, and simultaneously admired herself in the mirror, looking perverse and infatuated.

Cheng Sangluo curved her broad back, almost engulfing the slender Lin Jin in her embrace.

She unconsciously kneaded Lin Jin’s fragrant hair. Her palm slowly moved to the back of her neck, lifting it forcefully, allowing her to better inhale the subtle cedar scent.

She suddenly realized that she wasn’t just smelling Lin Jin’s scent; she was unconsciously kissing her.

The other hand, resting on Lin Jin’s lower back, also began to move restlessly.

“Lin Jin… hold me tight…”

Cheng Sangluo’s voice was hoarse, but carried an irresistible command.

Lin Jin deliberately spread her arms, refusing to comply. “Beg me~”

Cheng Sangluo scoffed, easily lifting her with a single arm around her waist, then pressing her firmly against the headboard, emphasizing in a deep voice: “I’m saying it again… hold me tight…”

In this instant, Lin Jin felt a strangeness in Cheng Sangluo. The puppy was unlike a puppy—she was like a wolf waiting for an opportunity, or a sleek black panther.

She looked as though she was restraining the wildness in her bones, yet leaking the most primitive savagery of her nature.

Lin Jin lowered her gaze, smiling at the puppy crouching in front of her, and commanded with the same attitude: “Beg me.”

No matter if you are a dog, a wolf, or a leopard, no matter how wild or savage, with me, you will be trained to submission.

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