The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“I’ll go find some medicinal oil. Will ordinary oil work?”

Seeing how pitiful she looked, Yu Guiyao’s heart softened. Privately, she felt that Fu Wenchen was just a poor soul who couldn’t get the one she loved; she wasn’t scary at all, unlike what the System had described.

Hearing this inner thought, Fu Wenchen’s lips curled slightly. With a pale face, she replied, “Ordinary oil is fine. If your hands hurt, just forget it…”

“It’s fine, it doesn’t affect me.” Yu Guiyao immediately ran out, calling back: “If you don’t like those pajamas, go pick something from my closet. Anything is fine.”

With that, she left the room.

The moment the door closed, Fu Wenchen threw off the covers and ran to the wardrobe.

There weren’t many clothes inside, but every piece seemed to carry the woman’s scent—a fragrance somewhere between soap and milk, sweet and comforting. It was her favorite smell.

Barefoot and wearing absolutely nothing, she found a shirt and pulled it on. The shirt fit Yu Guiyao perfectly, but on Fu Wenchen, the hem only reached the tops of her thighs. Smiling, she dug out a pair of panties and put them on. With even a slight movement, the small black triangle was visible beneath the shirt.

After changing, she instinctively pulled open a side drawer. To her surprise, it was filled with various small “toys.”

Vibrating ones, double-ended ones, remote-controlled ones… there were even leather straps and ropes.

Fu Wenchen: “!!!”

Her face flushed with a mix of shock and anger. Yu Guiyao lived alone—who did she play with? Did she play with these herself?

As she wondered, she took out a small leather strap and tried fastening it around her own neck. It was a collar-style strap designed to be paired with wrist restraints.

Just as she buckled it, Yu Guiyao pushed the door open, holding a bottle of medicinal oil and a pair of gloves.

The moment she saw her, Yu Guiyao’s face turned bright red.

The woman was squatting by the drawer, wearing her shirt, revealing slender white legs, with her dark hair draped over her shoulders. A “play” leather collar was buckled around her neck, and the drawer full of Yu Guiyao’s private collection of toys was wide open right in front of her.

The moment their eyes met, Fu Wenchen looked completely innocent. She silently closed the drawer and asked, “You play with these yourself?”

This topic…

Yu Guiyao hurriedly entered the room and closed the door before replying: “Uh, yeah…”

“I have a lot of pressure, sometimes I use these to relieve stress…”

God, this is so embarrassing!

She wanted to bury her head in the blankets, but Fu Wenchen stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, and touched the collar around her neck. “I understand. It’s only human nature.”

“But…” she added, “I just wanted to try it on, and now the buckle is stuck. I can’t get it off…”

“What?” Yu Guiyao hurried over to check, worried the strap might hurt the Movie Queen’s delicate neck.

When she tried to undo the buckle, she realized it really wouldn’t come off. Cold sweat instantly broke out on her back. The situation was beyond awkward. Fu Wenchen had tried her toys, and now one was stuck on her neck. It was bizarre no matter how you looked at it.

Her hands moved unconsciously against the woman’s neck, desperately searching for a way to undo the strap, but she only succeeded in leaving red marks on the skin. Fu Wenchen’s skin was far too sensitive. Under the touch, her eyes filled with tears, her strength failed her, and she leaned weakly back against the pillows.

Yu Guiyao was about to go get scissors when Fu Wenchen grabbed her hand, whispering: “Can you massage me first? My condition is acting up again…”

Yu Guiyao saw the faint flush rising on her cheeks and her limp posture. It did seem like her “illness” was flaring up, so she replied: “Okay.”

She didn’t understand why this illness was so strange; she only knew that one massage was worth 10,000 yuan. Who wouldn’t be tempted?

She immediately put on the gloves and walked to the bed with the medicinal oil. By the time she got there, Fu Wenchen had already adjusted her posture.

She was lying prone on the bed, face resting on the pillow. The shirt buttons had already been torn open, and the hem was pulled up to reveal her slender, pale waist and the pert curve below. Her slender white legs were slightly spread. She turned her head and said: “Use your fingers gently. Don’t let the oil get into your wounds…”

Yu Guiyao was grateful for her thoughtfulness. Determined to earn that 10,000 yuan, she poured the oil into her palms and slowly applied it to the woman’s legs.

“Where does it feel weak?” she asked, using her fingers to knead certain acupoints.

Strangely, she seemed to instinctively know which points could relieve muscle tension and leg pain. She moved from the calves to the thighs. Even through the gloves, the oil was evenly rubbed into the muscle. Fu Wenchen only felt waves of burning heat spreading from her calves to her hips, with a tingling sensation wherever the hands touched.

“Ah, yes… right there~”

When the fingers pressed a point near the top of her thigh, she bit the pillow, her fingers clenching the sheets. Her eyes turned red as a spark of electricity seemed to shoot from the acupoint. The oil seeped in, bringing a sore ache that was also incredibly comfortable.

Her whole body trembled. Then, Yu Guiyao’s hands moved to her lower back. Her waist was as narrow as a sheet of A4 paper; Yu Guiyao’s hands easily wrapped around it as she gently kneaded the points.

“It hurts…” Fu Wenchen cried out. Perhaps the woman was using too much force, as the wooden bed beneath them creaked slightly. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her brow, but even then, she worried about the other: “Your hand… don’t use too much force.”

“No, it’s fine.” Yu Guiyao’s lips curled slightly. It was as if memories were gradually returning; as she massaged, she knew exactly where the acupoints and joints were.

She was startled. Did I do orthopedic massage before my accident? Why is this so familiar?

Well, more skills aren’t a bad thing. She stopped worrying and focused her strength into her fingers, pressing down hard while being careful not to strain her palms.

“Ah! Ah!” Fu Wenchen felt her whole body heating up. Her back was in pain, yet combined with the heat of the oil, the pain slowly faded into a feeling of total relaxation from bone to muscle. It was as if every pore on her body had opened. She trembled as waves of numbness surged up her spine.

This feeling reminded her of that night—their first time.

But it was also different. That time, the fingers were inside. This time, the hands were on the acupoints, very professional, helping her rub out the sore muscles.

The sweat on Fu Wenchen’s brow was damp, her legs were shaking, and for some reason, her eyes overflowed with tears. A sense of longing began to erode her reason. She wanted it. She wanted the other to treat her with this much force, but not just for a massage—she wanted her to take her completely.

Fu Wenchen let out muffled whimpers against the pillow from the soreness. Somewhere along the way, the small “black triangle” became soaked with transparent fluid. Under these circumstances, she had actually… overflowed.

Her cheeks were crimson, her body slumped on the bed. she absolutely couldn’t take this high-intensity massage anymore.

Yu Guiyao didn’t notice her state at all. Instead, she leaned in and whispered nervously into her ear: “Shh, be quiet. Don’t let Grandmother hear…”

“You’re using so much force the bed is shaking! How could she not hear!” Fu Wenchen was furious. She told her to be gentle! A little token effort was enough, but she was trying so hard—what if she hurt her hand?!

Thinking of this, she tried to turn around to check the other’s injury, calling out: “Wait, let me see if your hand is bleeding.”

To her surprise, Yu Guiyao immediately pressed down on her waist, pinning her back. “Don’t move. This is a full course of treatment. If we don’t finish, it won’t help the muscles.”

“I’m telling you, every acupoint matters. We have to finish the course.”

Fu Wenchen: “…”

“I’m not doing it! I’m not!” She glared at her, calling out: “My back is almost broken! It hurts so much when you press!”

“Can’t you be a little gentler?”

“No, being gentle won’t work,” Yu Guiyao actually refused her.

Fu Wenchen threw a small tantrum: “Fine! Unless you tie me up! Otherwise, I can’t take the pain, I’m quitting!”

Hearing this, Yu Guiyao’s eyes lit up. She knew if they didn’t finish today, the woman would be in more pain tomorrow, and she definitely wouldn’t get that 10,000 yuan.

So, she decisively hopped off the bed, pulled out the coil of “play” rope from the drawer, and said: “Pardon me, Boss, but you’re the one who told me to tie you up…”

Fu Wenchen: “…”

How could she resist? Her body was limp and soft. With a little effort, Yu Guiyao tied her hands together, pinned them above her head, and flipped her over, securing her wrists to the headboard.

Fu Wenchen bit her lip, her face completely red. She pressed her legs together, feeling like this was a game, yet also dreading further “torture.” This feeling of wanting but not being able to get it was driving her mad! If she had known, she never would have mentioned a massage!

But Yu Guiyao was enjoying herself. She quickly pulled the woman’s legs apart, poured on more oil, flexed her fingers, and pressed down hard.

“Ugh… let go!” Fu Wenchen cried from the pain. Tears fell instantly. Her legs were burning, sore, and numb. That numbness climbed up her spine, making her both miserable and comfortable.

Luckily, the “triangle” was red, so the dampness wasn’t obvious, otherwise she would have died of embarrassment.

Yu Guiyao’s face seemed to be right in front of “it” as she knelt straddling her. Because she was so focused, she didn’t see the trembling legs or the soaked fabric. Only a faint scent drifted over, which she thought smelled quite nice as she spread the oil over the thighs, pressing the points with constant force.

Fu Wenchen gritted her teeth, terrified of making any inappropriate sounds. Her hands pulled at the restraints, but they were tied tight, leaving faint red marks on her wrists. Her waist trembled involuntarily. Finally, the woman held her hips, applied the hot oil, and began kneading the vital points of her lower back.

The pressure from the fingertips was heavy. Fu Wenchen was most afraid of pain; her eyes were lined with tears. Her shirt was wide open, barely covering her chest as it swayed with the movements. Her snowy white back was rubbed red. Her legs were completely devoid of strength; her toes were pointed as if she were soaking in a hot spring. Sweat seeped out, and even her toes curled in comfort.

What kind of massage technique is this? Both painful and blissful…

Her mind wandered. She tilted her head back slightly, her black hair scattered messily across the sheets. Her porcelain skin was flushed. Unable to hold it in, she gasped and whimpered: “Ah! Ah! Gentler… my bones are going to break!”

“Ugh… Yu Guiyao…”

Yu Guiyao knew when to be careful, of course. In truth, she was trying to use less force, but Fu Wenchen had too many old injuries and severe muscle strain. Even a light touch hurt this much… she had no choice but to continue.

The attic was fairly well soundproofed, as long as the other didn’t scream…

“Ah! Uhm…!”

Yu Guiyao quickly covered the woman’s mouth. Meeting Fu Wenchen’s tear-filled eyes, her heart softened for some reason, but she still said: “Boss, hold on for a bit. By tomorrow, I guarantee you’ll look radiant!”

As she spoke, her other hand moved to the area just below the woman’s chest. Yu Guiyao’s face reddened as she felt the softness beneath her fingers. Smoothing the oil down, she said: “Excuse me for a moment…”

“You…”

In that instant, Fu Wenchen could no longer speak. Her whole body felt like it was melting. The oil seeped into her muscles, hot and tingling.

“Mmph…!” Her voice was muffled by the hand. Her hands pulled at the rope, and her neck beneath the collar was a bright, blushing red.

Her waist arched upward only to be pressed back down. The woman pressed the points hard, sending waves of numbness through her.

Within seconds, Fu Wenchen felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her, a white light flashing in her brain. Then, a large amount of transparent fluid gushed out instantly, like an overturned teapot. A heavy amount of liquid soaked through, likely ruining the newly changed sheets.

She felt ashamed and embarrassed. Her body was so weak it felt like her soul had been drained; she felt like she might faint. In a fit of indignation, she bit Yu Guiyao. Luckily, because of the gloves, Yu Guiyao didn’t feel pain. She only saw the tear-soaked lashes as the woman lowered her head and cried out:

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

“What did I do? A massage,” Yu Guiyao said, sounding completely bewildered.

However, she had finally finished. Glancing down, she saw Fu Wenchen’s neck was red from the collar, and her wrists were even redder, clearly irritated by the rope.

Yu Guiyao: “!!!”

Oh my god, what have I done? My sugar mama!