She Is Such A Jerk, And Yet She’s The One Crying! - Chapter 48

Qiang Ning forced Lin Dongruan, time and time again, to say that she loved her.

Lin Dongruan, however, was unwilling to make a sound at a time like this. Once she loosened her clenched teeth, what escaped her lips would no longer be the word “love”; under Qiang Ning’s torment, she feared it would be more of those unbearable, broken gasps.

Qiang Ning pursued her relentlessly: “Tell me. As long as you say it, I will stop being angry.”

A layer of uncontrollable, suspicious crimson rose at the corners of Lin Dongruan’s eyes: “A-Ning, do not let anger ruin your health.”

Qiang Ning’s fingers brushed lightly against her: “Then say you love me.”

Lin Dongruan took hold of Qiang Ning’s hand, attempting to move it away: “I love you.”

Qiang Ning: “I can’t hear you. What are you saying?”

Thus, Lin Dongruan was forced to repeat it with great difficulty.

“I lied to you.” Qiang Ning smiled craftily, not forgiving her in the least. “I am still very angry.”

Lin Dongruan was tormented to the point of numbness. Yet, she could neither withdraw nor endure it. Under the effects of the medicinal wine, maintaining her current state of dignity was already an arduous task. If Qiang Ning continued… she feared that due to her constitution, she might become addicted in the future, finding it impossible to quit. To avoid reaching that stage, she had to learn constant self-restraint; if she indulged herself daily, she would surely walk into an abyss from which there was no turning back.

Caught in this dilemma, Lin Dongruan could only try to reason with Qiang Ning once more.

But Qiang Ning refused her again: “I’m not listening.”

In truth, it wasn’t that she was unwilling to hear Lin Dongruan’s explanation. It was simply that Qiang Ning’s nature was not virtuous. Constantly pretending to be obedient and submissive was exhausting, and she did not want to continue like this forever. Like a wolf that had tasted blood and regained its wildness, it was difficult to return to the days of being a tame pet. To pretend for a few months was fine, but to keep up the act indefinitely was a form of torture.

Furthermore… by remaining obedient, many goals could never be achieved.

Qiang Ning loathed wasting words and effort on elaborate schemes. If a simple and cruel method could achieve her ends, why not use it?

While pinning Lin Dongruan down, Qiang Ning thought with malice—Lin Dongruan was kind-hearted anyway; she would inevitably explain herself properly later. For now, since she could taste the sweetness, why bother carefully considering the other person’s feelings? A disrobed Lin Dongruan was as attractive to Qiang Ning as bright red blood was to a fierce beast; she could not look away from such a scene.

She did love Lin Dongruan, so she was willing at times to listen to her, playing the role of an obedient and simple subordinate to earn the other’s favor and praise—that was a form of pleasure. Of course, occasionally pushing Lin Dongruan, bullying her a little, was also fresh and brought its own brand of amusement.

Just like now.

Qiang Ning looked down from above as Lin Dongruan’s defenses crumbled completely. The joy in her heart reached its peak. She tightened her grip on the other woman’s long legs, preventing her from closing them, watching cruelly as she trembled and wept. That pale and fragile appearance inspired a sense of pity while simultaneously birthing a massive desire to destroy.

She loved bullying Lin Dongruan so much; she truly looked beautiful when she cried.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” Qiang Ning offered perfunctory comfort, but the joy in her eyes was nearly overflowing.

Lin Dongruan tried her best not to make a sound, yet she still bit her lip and furrowed her brows.

A person’s fundamental nature determines many things. Someone as calm and gentle as Lin Dongruan would endure even when on the brink of collapse. Qiang Ning, however, had been “bad” since childhood; once her own interests or harms were involved, she would unhesitatingly make the most self-serving choice.

Just as she knew Lin Dongruan’s mistakes weren’t actually that grave and that they could communicate calmly, the malice in her heart kept shouting. Pretending to be angry yielded many benefits—for instance, now she could bully Lin Dongruan as she pleased, forcing her to lose control over and over to satisfy the wicked desires in her heart.

On the contrary, if she had forgiven Lin Dongruan from the start, she likely would never have seen the beautiful sight before her eyes.

After first tasting sweetness with Lin Dongruan, Qiang Ning had always wanted to do this. Thinking back to her own pathetic performance the first time, she felt dissatisfied. Why was she the only one so moved while Lin Dongruan could still maintain her composure?

No, she had to win this once.

“That wine is indeed quite effective.” Qiang Ning withdrew her hand; her fingertips were wet beyond measure. She held her fingers up before Lin Dongruan, making her look closely. “Look, this is all because of you.”

Fingers as slender as soft jade had been immersed in that soft, moist place for so long that the tips were slightly wrinkled, carrying Lin Dongruan’s deepest scent and warmth. It was an unspeakable sight.

Lin Dongruan was forced to glance at it, then closed her eyes as if humiliated: “A-Ning, do not insult people so.”

Rebelliously, Qiang Ning rubbed her fingers across the other’s cheek, forcing her to feel the moisture gathered there: “Sister, I am doing this for your own good. Didn’t you say you loved me? You can’t just love me when I’m obedient; you should love my fingers, my lips and teeth, my heat, and everything about me.”

As soon as the words fell, she rubbed her fingertips together, a string of moisture connecting them. “The weather is a bit cold, and my hands are chilly. Sister, since you cherish me most, can you help warm my hands?”

Lin Dongruan had no chance to refuse, because the moment she opened her eyes, she felt Qiang Ning’s hand move again. The other’s fingers were nimble and suggestive, and a few movements sparked an itchy sensation. While busy, Qiang Ning glanced around the room.

“My hand is a bit tired, and my fingertips feel uncomfortable after being soaked so long,” Qiang Ning said. “Wait a moment, I will go get a brush to continue playing.”

“A-Ning, this is not your temperament. Why must you…” The moment Qiang Ning pulled away, Lin Dongruan spoke, “Deliberately act this way? Can it truly appease your anger?”

Qiang Ning stopped in her tracks and returned to stand before her: “What do you think?”

Lin Dongruan offered no judgment, only asking her to stop.

Qiang Ning watched her silently for a while. Losing her patience to go find a tool, she decided to do it herself.

“A-Ning, let go… allow me to go change my clothes.” Realizing that Qiang Ning was about to engage personally, Lin Dongruan couldn’t help but feel a sense of distress. She had been forced to drink too much wine earlier, and now that a long time had passed, she finally felt a belated, bursting pressure. If she didn’t rest mid-way, she feared she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself.

Qiang Ning saw through her and pressed down on her with her hand: “Here?”

It would have been better if she hadn’t touched; the moment she did, Lin Dongruan became even more embarrassed. The urgent need for relief became the most pressing matter, and she was forced to nod in admission.

“Sister, aren’t you a saint? Saints do not eat the food of common mortals or suffer from the ‘three urgent matters’ of the body. How could you be like this?” Qiang Ning teased her maliciously, deliberately goading her discomfort. “If I never let you go, what would happen? Aren’t you best at self-restraint? Just now, you wouldn’t even let a sliver of sound escape. Can’t you endure this now?”

Lin Dongruan endured the pain and said to her: “It is different.”

Qiang Ning nodded as if she had listened, but then said: “But I don’t want to lose my mood halfway. What should I do if I am unwilling to let you ‘change’?”

“A-Ning!” Lin Dongruan, unable to bear it any longer, propped herself up and said to her, “Even if you are angry, is such coercion truly necessary?”

Angry? Qiang Ning had stopped being angry long ago.

She was simply addicted to the wanton feeling of tearing away the mask of hypocrisy. Normally, she could only obediently call her “Sister,” and even in bed, she had to follow the other’s arrangements. How could she ever have the chance to humiliate Lin Dongruan as she was doing now?

Only by returning to her inherent malice could she release the wonderful sensations she had never experienced before. By continuing to pretend to be angry and unreasonable, she could try tricks she had never used before. Anyway, in the end, Lin Dongruan would be the one to apologize to her.

“How about this, Lin Dongruan? We shall each take a step back. You serve me well for these three days, and it will surely ‘grind away’ my temper,” Qiang Ning tempted. “Don’t hold back anymore. Be sensible. Perhaps my mood will suddenly improve, and I can then sit down and talk with you properly.”