She Comes Into My Dreams Every Night - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: If You Want

“Bang.”

A muffled sound echoed from the door. Su Huaiwang groaned.

The person on top of her eagerly sought her lips, covering her like a pool of water.

Su Huaiwang knew Lin Jue was anxious, but she hadn’t expected her to be so impatient.

The moment they entered the room, Lin Jue pinned her against the door for a greedy kiss.

Su Huaiwang gasped for breath in the gaps between kisses, prying away Lin Jue’s hands that were grinding against her waist.

Her legs were already turning soft. Su Huaiwang could only hang onto her, barely holding herself up: “Have you… kissed enough?”

The girl buried her head in Su Huaiwang’s neck, her sharp teeth nipping the tender skin until it reddened beautifully from the friction.

“No,” she briefly answered Su Huaiwang, then kissed her way up from her chin, lingeringly entangling with the woman’s tongue: “You said I could kiss you any way I wanted.”

Su Huaiwang was kissed senseless. It took her a while to realize she had indeed said those words.

“Don’t, don’t go too far…”

“Too far?” Lin Jue sucked on her earlobe, her dissatisfied voice sounding extremely close, making her eardrum tremble with a ticklish sensation.

Her trembling ear soon flushed the same color as the skin on her neck.

“Mmm…” Su Huaiwang’s lower lip had faint teeth marks on it. She nervously closed her eyes, hiding the physiological tears behind her continuously fluttering lashes.

Lin Jue didn’t understand her current struggle, still trying her best to please her.

Su Huaiwang abruptly grabbed her wrist, her breathing uneven: “Enough, stop right there…”

Lin Jue looked down at the slender, reddened fingers gripping her wrist.

If she wanted, Su Huaiwang couldn’t possibly stop her. At that point, those fingers would be less effective than a few straps of lingerie.

But Lin Jue still stopped, a wronged expression surfacing on her beautiful face.

Su Huaiwang’s heart softened. The fire ignited within her was still fiercely burning. She licked her dry lips, turning her head away to avoid being tempted.

Lin Jue crouched down, moving closer to her. Su Huaiwang immediately panicked. Ignoring everything else, she pushed Lin Jue’s forehead with her hand, her voice changing pitch:

“What are you doing!”

Lin Jue looked up, her amber eyes very calm: “Kissing you.

“You said I could kiss you any way I wanted when we got back.”

Since it was any way I wanted, she couldn’t neglect one part and had to take care of both the top and bottom.

Lin Jue’s reasoning to persuade both herself and Su Huaiwang was perfectly sound, and Su Huaiwang couldn’t refuse.

This was her well-deserved reward.

Su Huaiwang initially tried to resist, forcefully prying away the hands that gripped her inner thighs. She even tried to pull that soft black hair, but unfortunately, she dared not use too much force on either side.

Lin Jue remained completely still. Gradually, the resistance of the person in front of her grew weaker. Her fingers went from grabbing the hair to obediently threading through it, the tips turning white from the force as she instinctively pressed down on the girl’s head.

Su Huaiwang was trembling, almost unable to stand. It was no longer Lin Jue pulling her legs apart, but Su Huaiwang herself softly parting them to facilitate the action.

She raised one hand to her lips and bit down, trying her best to prevent any shameful sounds from escaping.

A thirsty land meets timely rain.

How long had it been since she last did this?

Su Huaiwang’s muddled brain couldn’t recall.

She only now realized that her body had accumulated so much desire. Perhaps she had noticed it long ago but was unwilling to face it.

“Drip.”

A drop of liquid rolled down her chin, hitting the cold tile floor.

A sharp contraction.

The woman contracted from inside out.

Inevitable, like a fleeting autumn, forcefully entering her life and quickly departing.

Lin Jue supported her, her eyes glimmering in the darkness.

She hesitated for a moment, then leaned close to Su Huaiwang’s ear: “So fast.”

Su Huaiwang, who hadn’t yet caught her breath, immediately shivered from the burst of warm air. The electric current traveled to the crown of her head and returned, wreaking havoc in her brain.

Lin Jue completely disregarded her disheveled state, still intimately whispering in her ear: “Did you hold back for a long time?”

“N-no,” Su Huaiwang finally regained a bit of clarity.

She slightly pushed Lin Jue away: “Enough, enough.”

“Really?” Lin Jue asked her back.

Su Huaiwang followed Lin Jue’s gaze.

It was a terrible sight.

The strong evidence directly refuted everything she had just said.

Su Huaiwang’s face was burning red. Lin Jue looked at her, her eyes crinkling into a smile:

“To the room? Or right here?”

She looked around, her gaze briefly lingering on the console table in the hallway and the nearby sofa for two seconds.

Su Huaiwang gritted her teeth: “…Room.”

“Can you still walk? I’ll help you.” Lin Jue smiled, burrowing her nose into Su Huaiwang’s side neck as she approached.

Too absurd.

Su Huaiwang’s mind was left with only these few words.

Despite the short distance, she couldn’t fully make it onto the bed.

Her instep was tense. Lin Jue knelt by the bedside. Su Huaiwang bit the corner of the quilt beside her, her saliva dampening a spot.

Her hazy eyes turned to the side. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window was the city’s bustling night view.

Su Huaiwang suddenly contracted, the look of confusion on her face turning into alarm.

“Lin Jue!”

“Mhm?” Lin Jue looked up, clinging to her stickily: “Want a kiss?”

“Close the curtains!” Su Huaiwang called out in a whisper, her face showing urgency and shame.

“Mhm,” Lin Jue lowered her eyes in acknowledgment, yet had no intention of getting up. She simply kissed her softly.

Su Huaiwang was pulled back again. The initial tenderness was replaced by an undeniable firmness, yet it couldn’t block the source, instead making the torrent even larger.

“You…!”

Su Huaiwang couldn’t bear it any longer. She originally intended to lightly bite her as a warning, but she was startled by the other party’s unrestrained actions and accidentally bit down hard.

“Ah!” The woman tilted her head back abruptly, her eyes welling up with tears, looking at Lin Jue with full-blown panic.

So beautiful.

The wraith’s heart felt completely full, though she didn’t know with what.

“I’m fine.” Lin Jue lowered her gaze, then gently leaned down to kiss her again.

A circle of deep teeth marks was imprinted on the soft flesh intertwined with her. No matter from which angle she licked it, those teeth marks brazenly asserted their presence.

Tears streamed down. Her tongue was being sucked out of her mouth.

Su Huaiwang’s overly anesthetized brain could no longer distinguish the boundaries between shame and heartache, leaving only endless sinking.

Perhaps Lin Jue was right.

She had indeed suppressed herself for too long.

Once they started, there was no end. Even though she was trembling uncontrollably, she clung tightly to Lin Jue, whimpering.

The circle of teeth marks wandered over her body, and the curtains were never closed.

The city lights shone through the floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating the dimly lit room clearly.

And making the reality unavoidable.

Several times she almost passed out, but the cold body touching her jolted her awake, continuing the absurd night.

By the time it finally ended, Su Huaiwang’s body was incredibly weak, not a single bit of strength left.

Lin Jue nestled in her arms, closing her eyes in contentment, her shallow, cool breaths hitting Su Huaiwang’s chest.

Su Huaiwang reluctantly lifted her hand and rubbed the back of Lin Jue’s head: “Stick out your tongue and let me see.”

The girl was very obedient. When Su Huaiwang asked to see, she immediately stuck out her tongue.

Su Huaiwang leaned closer, using the ambient light to see the ring of teeth marks on her tongue.

She felt a little distressed and a little guilty: “Does it hurt?”

Lin Jue’s chin was held by Su Huaiwang, so she could only shake her head slightly, her eyes, filled with reflected light, stared unblinkingly at her.

“Aren’t you a ghost? Can’t you make it heal faster?”

Although human biting force was indeed strong, Su Huaiwang hadn’t expected the wound she inflicted when her mind was blank to be so deep.

It was still so obvious hours later.

“I can,” Su Huaiwang released her. Lin Jue then buried her head back into her chest, her ear resting against Su Huaiwang’s heartbeat: “But I don’t want to.”

The woman holding her was silent for a moment, then finally managed to utter a few words: “It’s not good… for your body.”

Lin Jue chuckled, leaning in to rub against Su Huaiwang’s chin: “In my current state, what does ‘good for my body’ even mean?”

Su Huaiwang fell silent again.

She realized that she didn’t know much about ghosts—if they could even be called creatures.

Fortunately, Lin Jue offered an answer in time: “Most ghosts can’t feel pain or pleasure given by others. After all, they are dead matter. It’s as if time has stopped for them. They can only recall past feelings; they cannot perceive entirely new sensations.”

“So, is that true for you too?” Su Huaiwang frowned.

No wonder Lin Jue never needed her help. It turned out Lin Jue couldn’t feel anything at all.

“Sort of,” Lin Jue recalled: “I can feel… a little.”

For example, the satisfaction she felt when watching Su Huaiwang enjoy herself.

Lin Jue licked her lips.

“Is that so.” Su Huaiwang was disappointed. Her arm, which had regained a little strength, hugged Lin Jue even tighter.

Lin Jue was a little surprised and hugged her back, gently patting her back: “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just think…” Su Huaiwang hesitated slightly: “If that’s the case, it’s not right for us to be doing this.”

“Why?” Lin Jue’s eyes widened.

“Because if you can’t feel anything, doing this doesn’t have much meaning for you, does it?” Su Huaiwang looked at her seriously, sighing deeply: “You don’t have to keep satisfying me. We can have other ways of interacting. Not having sex won’t change anything.”

She had somewhat sensed that Lin Jue’s proactiveness, or perhaps assertiveness, tonight was due to her own long period of abstinence.

Was Lin Jue worried that if she couldn’t satisfy Su Huaiwang physically, Su Huaiwang would leave her?

Looking at the stunned Lin Jue, Su Huaiwang curved her lips and stroked her head again.

She didn’t like forcing others to do something they didn’t want to do, even if they were willing. If she and Lin Jue were truly going to be in a lifelong relationship, it couldn’t be just Lin Jue constantly satisfying her.

Although it was too early to think about these things, Su Huaiwang’s mind had been full of these fanciful thoughts lately.

Unexpectedly, Lin Jue’s eyebrows furrowed.

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke: “You misunderstood.”

Su Huaiwang was puzzled.

Lin Jue pursed her lips, a faint blush spreading across her face. Her speech was rarely halting, but her meaning was clear:

“I do these things more because I want to.”

Su Huaiwang’s lips parted slightly in disbelief: “Then today too…”

Lin Jue’s face grew redder: “You and Tu Zhizhuo, your relationship is very good… but I thought, she wouldn’t do this with you…”

Su Huaiwang was completely speechless. She slightly furrowed her brows, her brain’s CPU running at hyperspeed.

Lin Jue chose this moment to add fuel to the fire.

“Can I ask why you would think that?” Lin Jue carefully glanced at her, her voice soft, gently asking her.

“Mhm…” Before Su Huaiwang could articulate anything, Lin Jue continued the conversation herself.

“Is it because I’m always in the dominant position?” she asked tentatively.

“Huh?” Su Huaiwang’s gaze finally fully focused on the girl. She felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next moment Lin Jue slightly lifted the quilt. Her sleeping robe underneath had been untied at some point, revealing a large expanse of fair, beautiful skin. Blended with the dim light, it was particularly captivating.

Su Huaiwang subconsciously held her breath. The warmth that had just receded from her face flared up again, her voice dry: “What, what… are you doing…?”

“I’m thinking,” Lin Jue’s eyes shone: “If you want me, you can have me too.”

As she spoke, she gently pulled Su Huaiwang’s hand, which was resting on her shoulder, guiding it through layers of clothes and quilt, to rest on her chest.

She rubbed, moving Su Huaiwang’s wrist with her own.

A faint blush floated on Lin Jue’s face. Her moist eyes looked at Su Huaiwang like a mesmerizing sprite:

“If you want… whatever you do will make me happy.”