The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

“I’ll go get the medicinal oil.”

Yu Guiyao moved to get up. But Fu Wenchen held her neck, preventing her: “Don’t move, I’ll get it.”

“But we need to turn on the light.” “No need for lights.”

Yu Guiyao couldn’t understand why—surely she couldn’t work in total darkness? But the next second, Fu Wenchen kissed her again, their soft lips pressing together as their breaths mingled.

The woman’s voice was delicate as she clung to Yu’s neck, acting spoiled: “Kiss me a little longer, okay? Please~”

That voice made Yu Guiyao’s ears tingle; she felt as if she were enchanted by a succubus. Her mind went blank, leaving only the desire to kiss her back.

“Mhm.” She kissed back, sucking on the other’s lips. Fu Wenchen gripped Yu’s back collar, gasping in the gaps between kisses, whispering softly: “Mmm… Yao Yao, close your eyes~”

“They’re closed…” Not like it makes a difference, Yu thought, since it was pitch black anyway.

Yu Guiyao held her, supporting the back of her neck, and gradually rolled over to press her down. For some reason, her body felt weak, as if she couldn’t muster her usual strength. She figured it was a side effect of transmigrating into someone else’s body; she felt so drowsy that she might slip back into Fu Qingdu’s body at any moment.

But the woman in her arms was clinging to her neck, begging for kisses, so Yu could only satisfy her. She sucked on her lips while her other hand was guided by Fu Wenchen under the nightgown. She heard the woman’s trembling voice: “Touch… touch my tattoo…”

Yu Guiyao didn’t hesitate. Her hand slid up the woman’s waist. The tattoo must have been many years old and well-healed, as she couldn’t feel the ink, only the smooth, jade-like skin. Fu Wenchen’s shoulder blades were delicate, feeling as if they might break under pressure, yet Yu could imagine the large spread of pink gardenias on that skin.

For some reason, her throat felt dry, and she felt a sudden urge to lower her head and kiss the tattoo. But they hadn’t reached that stage yet; her fingers simply lingered on the gardenia petals, tracing the jade-like bones.

Fu Wenchen hugged her neck, her back shivering. Yu Guiyao used her tongue to pry open her teeth and swept inside. Their tongues entangled instantly, swirling and licking each other. A wave of numbness spread from the tips of their tongues to their entire bodies. They grew more frantic, swirling and sucking, swallowing each other’s sweetness.

Their hot breaths grew more rapid. Yu Guiyao’s hand continued to trace the tattoo, from the gardenia petals down to the trailing stems… The sounds of wet suction and swallowing filled the air, making their hearts race.

Fu Wenchen’s legs gradually lifted, hooking around Yu’s waist. The “wound” seemed unbearably itchy, fluid surging out, and she could only rub frantically against Yu’s embrace, sobbing: “Wooo… Yao Yao, it’s itchy…”

“Help me first, then the massage…” Fu Wenchen’s voice was tearful and broken. With her tongue being swirled and her lips sucked, her words were barely intelligible.

Sweetness spilled from the corner of her mouth. Her back was burning under the constant friction. Her thin body trembled as if she were terminally ill; her face was flushed, and she was out of breath. The woman kissing her had long, wavy hair and a gentle, beautiful face, now tinged with red as she kissed her madly.

Yu Guiyao didn’t even hear her words clearly; she just thought the woman was acting spoiled and whiny. However, as the kiss continued, Yu grew sleepier. Her tongue went from frantic swirling to gentle licking, then to only occasional movements. She sucked on the lips tenderly, thinking she mustn’t sleep because she had to do the massage, but her eyes wouldn’t stay open. Finally, she stopped moving entirely and fell asleep right on top of the woman.

Fu Wenchen: “???” My whole body is like a ball of fire that needs to be released, and she fell asleep?!

Heaven knew how much she wanted her to kiss and want her while using “Sister’s” body. But now, with things only half-done, how could she be satisfied? A look of madness crossed Fu Wenchen’s eyes as she carefully crawled out from under the sleeping woman.

…

Not long after, Yu Guiyao was woken by a call. “Yao Yao…”

She opened her eyes to find it was still pitch black. A soft woman was still in her arms; she was likely back in her own body. “Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep,” she apologized. She had promised a massage and hadn’t done it.

But… why was the woman’s skin so slippery? And why did she feel “empty” herself?

“Where are your pajamas? And mine…” Yu Guiyao was surprised. How did their clothes disappear?

Fu Wenchen hugged her neck and leaned in to bite her lip: “You lit a fire in me and then just went to sleep. I’m going to punish you~”

These words made Yu’s cheeks burn. Without the barrier of pajamas, the soft, warm body was pressed tight against her, feeling like smooth silk. Fu Wenchen was clearly annoyed, but she only bit her lip gently. Then she suddenly handed Yu a bottle of medicinal oil, grabbed her hand, and helped her put on a glove. “I prepared everything while you were sleeping.”

“Didn’t you say so? A massage every day, otherwise the pain gets worse. But I want you to kiss me while you massage me. That’s the punishment…”

What kind of punishment is that? In the darkness, Yu couldn’t see anything, but her ears turned red. She tried to put the glove on herself, but Wenchen insisted on doing it. Yu let her, feeling the thin medical glove hug her fingers. Something felt odd, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. The only certainty was that her body was still weak. Are the side effects that strong? Or am I just that tired?

Fu Wenchen, sensing her thoughts, said: “Get up, I need to turn over…” Yu Guiyao brushed her doubts aside, sat up slightly, and let her flip over. But as soon as the woman turned, Yu’s strength failed, and she fell forward.

“You…” Fu Wenchen felt a wave of numbness from the impact as Yu pressed against her from behind. She loved this posture—being held from behind. She gripped the bedsheet and whispered: “Hold me from behind while you massage… and kiss me…”

Yu Guiyao: “…” This is supposed to be a serious massage… really.

Her face was scorching, but she did feel guilty for falling asleep earlier. Besides, it wasn’t a huge request—just adding a few kisses. She sat up, unscrewed the oil, and reached out to touch the woman’s waist. It was pitch black, so everything had to be done by touch. She carefully poured the oil into her palm. “Let’s turn on the light, or I’ll spill it all over the sheets.”

“No, I’m shy…” Fu Wenchen buried her face in the pillow, urging her: “Hurry up, it’s late. Aren’t you tired?”

Yes, very tired. Yu Guiyao focused, pouring the oil onto the woman’s lower back and slowly rubbing it in. Then she moved down to the thighs, pouring more oil. The glistening oil slid down the white legs and onto the sheets; Yu couldn’t see it, so she just pressed down and rubbed by feel.

As she massaged, the oil seeped in, awakening the muscle aches. The massaged areas felt hot. Fu Wenchen gripped the pillow, her body trembling: “Press lighter…”

“No, light pressure won’t work.” Yu Guiyao still felt weak, but once she started, she wanted to do it right. She knew she had to apply force to the specific acupressure points. Ignoring her drowsiness, she pressed down hard on various points, her palms enveloping the slender legs and a waist so small she could cover it with two hands.

As she pressed, Fu Wenchen felt a daze. It was different from the night before—it hurt even more! It was a mix of pain and numbness. Yet, with the massage, her “lips” parted slightly, red and swollen, and a familiar itch returned. Transparent fluid began to slide out.

Tears welled in Fu Wenchen’s eyes. “I don’t want to do it anymore, it hurts…”

“No.” This wasn’t the first time Yu had said this; she had practically forced her to finish the night before. But knowing Wenchen was sensitive to pain, her heart softened. Remembering the request for kisses, she leaned down and kissed her cheek: “Just a little longer.”

As her body pressed against Wenchen’s back, the gentle kiss made the woman even more unsettled. Fu Wenchen turned her head and sobbed: “Kiss my mouth~”

“Mhm.” Yu Guiyao complied. Their lips met, and the next second, Yu applied sudden force to a leg acupoint.

Fu Wenchen’s legs were parted, held by Yu’s hands. She was pinned to the bed, trapped in the embrace. The oil was rubbed in, and waves of aching pain spread through her body. “Ah! It hurts so much!” She trembled, the stimulation hitting her nerves.

To distract her, Yu Guiyao kissed her fiercely, her tongue prying open her teeth. She swirled her tongue around, turning the woman’s cries of pain into fragmented moans. Their tongues entangled, secreting sweetness that Yu licked away and swallowed.

Fu Wenchen was in a state of agony and ecstasy. She gripped the pillow as Yu moved from the legs to the waist. Years of muscle strain made her shake with burning pain. She couldn’t take it, tears falling as she whimpered. To comfort her, Yu spread the oil all over her—from calves to thighs, back, shoulder blades, and chest.

As the oil was rubbed into every inch of muscle, Wenchen’s consciousness grew hazy. The muscle pain was being drowned out by another sensation—one that was both tingling and numbing. Her gaze grew deep. She wanted this feeling to be stronger, so she intentionally cried out in pain to stimulate the other.

“Ah! My legs hurt. My waist too… stop pressing!” She knew Yu wouldn’t stop.

Sure enough, Yu Guiyao only felt more pained for her and became more tender. She pressed her body closer, holding her tight from behind while her hands worked the acupoints and her mouth kissed her frantically. The wet tongue swirled around Wenchen’s tongue until it went numb. The combination of muscle ache and numbing pleasure made her lose track of time. Her face was flushed, her skin a faint pink, yet she still kissed back.

The sounds of suction echoed. Her chin was wet with sweetness. She could only cry. Yu didn’t know how else to comfort her; she just followed her instincts in the dark to rub the muscles. When she finally pulled away, a silver thread stretched between them. Fu Wenchen gasped for air, still complaining of pain.

Yu Guiyao knew she was crying. She kissed away the tears, then kissed her cheeks and neck. Her kisses trailed down to the tattoo, ignoring the smell of the oil, leaving a trail of “strawberries” like plum blossoms on snow. She licked the neck like a puppy comforting its owner.

Fu Wenchen’s heart completely melted. Her cries of pain gradually changed in tone. She gripped Yu’s hand and sobbed: “Press here, more~” It was a point near her chest.

Yu’s ears turned red, but she complied. She massaged the points to help with circulation. It was both aching and sore. Wenchen buried her face in the pillow, shaking. Yu, trying to lessen the pain, massaged the area gently like kneading dough.

Fu Wenchen’s face was flushed. She bit the pillow, but her “lips” were itching terribly. She rubbed against the sheets, the inner wound pouring out fluid. She couldn’t control herself; she wanted the other to love her from behind.

Yu Guiyao held her, rubbing her own body against the woman’s back to spread the oil while her hands continued to work the points. Wenchen closed her eyes. The pain faded, replaced by a soothing, numbing warmth as if she were soaking in a hot spring.

Finally, Yu finished the massage. She kissed Wenchen’s cheek happily and murmured sleepily: “All done. Let’s clean up tomorrow morning. Goodnight~”

“No…” Fu Wenchen was unsatisfied. Her body was covered in oil and felt like it was on fire. But when she turned, she saw the other was already breathing steadily, her cheek on Wenchen’s shoulder, her whole body weight pressing down as she fell asleep.

Fu Wenchen: “!!!” You dork!

She bit her lip, eventually calming her agitation. But she couldn’t help herself; she pulled off Yu’s glove, grabbed her hand, and brought it to her “lips,” slowly sliding the fingertips inside.

…

Yu Guiyao felt like she was dreaming. It was a hazy, warm dream. She felt two of her fingers being soaked in warm, moist water. It felt as if someone was guiding her hand in and out of the water.

She heard gasps and soft calls: “Sister…” “Ah, Sister, I missed you… love me, okay…”

The woman seemed to be in her arms, held from behind. After an unknown amount of time, the woman cramped and let out a short cry. Then, her hand was washed by a sudden surge of warm water.

“!!!”

Yu Guiyao snapped awake, terrified. What kind of ghost dream is this?! Why do I keep dreaming of Fu Wenchen and Fu Qingdu like that! Am I crazy?!

She sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. She was indeed on her bed on the second floor. Fu Wenchen was beside her, both of them still unclothed. In the warm light, Wenchen leaned against her, her face slightly flushed and looking satisfied. Her long hair was a beautiful mess.

Yu Guiyao smiled, turned off the light, and pulled the woman back into her arms. She kissed her lips and fell into a deep sleep. Even if we’ve only known each other for two days, I treasure this. I hope we can keep going…

…

A long time later, another dream came. This one wasn’t as ridiculous; she was just holding the woman and kissing her. Yu Guiyao smiled in her sleep.

As the morning sun filtered through the window, she lay there with her eyes closed, a silly smile on her face. Fu Wenchen propped herself up and watched her, a smile on her own lips, tracing Yu’s features with a finger.

Seeing how sweet the dream seemed to be, Wenchen couldn’t help but climb on top of her. She leaned down and pressed Yu’s face into her chest. She blushed; the morning light bathed them. The pink gardenia on her back seemed to bloom, her white skin flushed, her neck and back covered in “strawberries.”

Fu Wenchen meant to just play a prank and see Yu’s shy face when she woke up. She didn’t expect the woman to suddenly grab her waist in her sleep and bite her.

“!!!”

Just what kind of dream is she having?! Fu Wenchen’s face was beet red, her eyes full of bashful confusion.