The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Ahhh!

Fu Wenchen’s entire body was aching, as if a scorching red cloud was drifting across her skin, stirring up waves of numbness. The burning sensation spread throughout her body, melting her strength.

Perhaps it was because she had been rushing between the film set and home for the last five days, or maybe because her body had been so tense without a moment of relaxation—but now, under this sudden, intense massage, the soreness was incredibly vivid.

Yet, she loved it…

“Yao-yao…”

She whispered with her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed, her breath rapid. Wrapped in heat, she clung tightly to the woman’s neck.

In the next second, Yu Guiyao thrust her tongue into Fu Wenchen’s mouth, swirling it frantically. That wet, soft tongue entwined with Fu Wenchen’s own—tender, delicate, and entirely defenseless. Just like the woman herself, she had no resistance and could only let the scorching tongue stir her own into a daze.

Waves of numbness radiated from their clashing tongues. Inside their minds, there was only excitement and madness.

Yu Guiyao seemed to have lost all conscious awareness, focus solely on sucking the woman’s soft lips. Her tongue swirled madly; the heavy scent of alcohol, slightly spicy, mixed with the sweet nectar of their saliva. The sound of their mixing fluids was loud as Yu Guiyao sucked the moisture into her own mouth and swallowed it down.

So tingling, so numb…

Fu Wenchen’s tongue went weak. Her body took on a faint, rosy glow as she locked her arms around Yu Guiyao’s neck, their lips and tongues locked in a wet, intimate battle. The sound of their breathing and the lewd suction filled her ears.

Her heart pounded, her breath hitching. The other woman felt as hot as a branding iron—especially those searing hands. Every time they pressed into an acupoint, it brought a mixture of agonizing soreness and electric pleasure that made her whole body tremble.

Especially against the part where her pencil skirt bulged.

The woman’s hands were scorching as they kneaded those two “lips.” Five days ago, they had been red and swollen, but now they were healed—only to be pressed and rubbed around the surrounding points until clear fluid surged out, soaking Yu Guiyao’s palm. It was like medicinal oil; the area was flushed pink and glistening.

Fu Wenchen felt her “lips” being continuously rubbed by that rough palm until they felt like they were on fire. The itch was unbearable, and the fluid continued to spill into the other’s hand. She felt shy yet frantic, wanting to devour—to be consumed by the thing she had dreamed of…

Ahhh! It hurts!

Suddenly, Yu Guiyao increased the pressure on the acupoints. Fu Wenchen’s muscles screamed in protest, and her body shook, but with her mouth blocked and her tongue occupied, she couldn’t make a sound.

At the same time, two fingers slid into those “lips,” as if checking for wounds, probing deep into the folds. The injuries had healed long ago, but the fluid continued to slide down the base of the fingers.

After enduring five days, Fu Wenchen never thought it would be this simple. She thought Yu Guiyao would be angry, would hate her, would never touch her like this again… She thought she would have to coax her even under the influence of the drugs.

But now, the fingers were pushing forward. The woman was kissing her, tangling tongues, while massaging every inch of her aching flesh. For the first time, she was being possessed by her so completely…

At the thought, Fu Wenchen’s tears fell. Her gaze grew scattered; it felt as though her soul had drifted to another world. Bolts of lightning seemed to strike her spine, sending currents throughout her body. Her toes curled; she felt like she was ascending, her body hot and comfortable as if in a sauna.

The continuous sensations made her gasp for air. White light flashed in her mind, and saliva escaped the corner of her mouth, but Yu Guiyao was only interested in finding cool places to soothe the drug’s effects.

One hand pressed against cool skin while the other was submerged in the wet, soft whirlpool. The body in her arms was much cooler than her own. She kissed her frantically, sucking her lips and pushing her fingers further in.

Their chests heaved against each other. Fu Wenchen clung to her neck, her body spasming from the pain and the heat as the fatigue was rubbed out of her muscles. A numbing sensation traveled from the fingers to her spine and radiated outward. Her wet “lips” seemed loath to let go of the fingers, sucking on them. She didn’t want her to leave; she wanted to keep the fingers inside forever.

Yu Guiyao was entirely unconscious, acting on the primal instincts sharpened by the drug. She fulfilled the other’s needs, her fingers striking the very acupoints that drove Fu Wenchen wild. Every time she hit those spots, the muscles in those “lips” shivered and contracted, tightly gripping the fingers.

In that moment, Fu Wenchen felt a massive surge of clear fluid splash onto the trench coat. The coat, spread across the seat, was soaked into a dark stain.

In the dark of night, the black car rocked slightly on its suspension. The woman’s fingers were calloused and, due to the drugs, not gentle at all. Fu Wenchen felt a burning sting and feared she might be injured again, making the area too swollen to touch.

After five days apart, she wanted to keep this up for days and nights, only fearing her body wouldn’t hold out. But the beast-like behavior of the woman made her speechless—she loved it to death…

Ahhh… Yao-yao…

Fu Wenchen’s body was sore, her acupoints tingling. She could only call out the name in her heart, venting her love as she returned the kiss. Saliva leaked from their mouths, and fluid soaked the other’s hands.

Yu Guiyao licked the corners of her mouth and kissed her lips, her body burning so hot it felt like her brain was melting. She had to find a way to cool down, so she instinctively released the lips.

A silver thread stretched between them as Yu Guiyao buried her head in the woman’s neck. The neck was snow-white and delicate, the skin like cool silk. She kissed it, sucking and licking with her wet tongue.

Fu Wenchen tilted her head back, tears sliding from her eyes. “Yao-yao…” She let out a single syllable, but Yu Guiyao was far from done with her “ice block,” kissing every inch of it. The texture was like fine jade. As her tongue swept over the skin, her fingers continued their frantic attack on those familiar acupoints.

The small car was filled with the sound of Fu Wenchen’s voice. Tears vanished into her hair as she gripped Yu Guiyao’s head, her fingers clutching the hair as she shook from the “pain.”

The woman knew the human body’s acupoints too well—especially the ones that brought pleasure. Inside the passage, there were certain points that were incredibly sensitive; the moment they were touched, Fu Wenchen’s voice changed.

She trembled, holding the other tight. Her skin looked as though it had been polished with oil, and vivid red marks began to bloom across her snow-white flesh.

Fu Wenchen reached out with a shaky hand to find the seat adjustment button. In an instant, the backrest dropped, turning the back seat into a bed. She lay back as the woman continued “planting strawberries” on her skin. She panted, eyes closed; the atmosphere was perfect, but she didn’t want to spend the whole night here… she wanted a room.

The deepest acupoint of those “lips” was suddenly struck. Fu Wenchen’s fingers clenched into fists, and a large surge of fluid sprayed onto the trench coat. She felt like a cooked shrimp, staring blankly at the car roof for a moment, but Yu Guiyao didn’t stop.

With a wet pop, Yu Guiyao’s state became even more frantic. She felt like she was burning to death. She threw off her jacket and tore open her buttons. Fu Wenchen reached out to help her.

As Fu Wenchen unbuttoned her, Yu Guiyao pulled at her own skirt. The skirt was tossed aside, and Fu Wenchen could clearly see that the last piece of fabric on the other woman was just as soaked as her own. Joy rose in her heart, but then the woman ripped the fabric away and pressed her body down, violently tearing the buttons off Fu Wenchen’s shirt.

In an instant, buttons went flying. The pencil skirt followed. Yu Guiyao reached down to spread Fu Wenchen’s “lips,” then spread her own, and aligned them.

The two sets of “lips” merged instantly, and the small tongues inside pressed against each other. Fu Wenchen bit her lip, clinging to the neck, her face turning a deep crimson.

She loved this feeling…

In contrast, the other woman seemed driven by pure instinct. Yu Guiyao’s eyes were misty and clouded. She smelled strongly of alcohol, her long hair falling over her shoulders and her cheeks flushed as she supported Fu Wenchen’s back.

As they pressed together, the initial contact of their skin felt icy. That coldness drove Yu Guiyao wild; she held the “ice block” and began to grind frantically. She seemed to be trying to soothe the heat in her body; she had a fever that wouldn’t break, only growing more severe. She could only rub against the ice continuously.

Her hands were like iron clamps, holding Fu Wenchen in place.

Fu Wenchen closed her eyes, feeling the numbing sensation of those internal “lips” rubbing together. Their small, engorged tongues ground against each other, sending electric shocks through her body.

Ahhh… it still hurts.

Perhaps because of the earlier acupoint massage, every joint in her body hurt when she moved. But the pain was gradually drowned out by another sensation. Her face was flushed, and fluid kept falling onto the coat. Even though she had no strength left to lift her hands, she couldn’t help but move her body in sync with the other woman, grinding their inner lips together.

The “lips” ground up and down against each other, and the tender tongues inside—soft and wet like cherry tomatoes—rubbed together. Their combined fluids leaked from the corners of their mouths. It felt like lightning strikes hitting the crown of her head, making her whole body shiver.

Fu Wenchen’s arms were locked around the other’s neck. Being held by the shoulders felt as comfortable as a sauna, and she couldn’t help but lean in to kiss her. The moment their lips met, they instinctively began to suck. Their bodies pressed even tighter, rocking together.

Fu Wenchen’s slender white legs slowly hooked around the other’s waist, allowing her “lips” to open further and stay tightly aligned, grinding continuously.

Yu Guiyao wasn’t just grinding; she was creating slight collisions. She made those two small tongues bump into each other in the middle of the friction, grinding more fiercely and ruthlessly.

Mixed fluids kept falling. Fu Wenchen gripped Yu Guiyao’s hair. Before she could make a sound, her teeth were pried open, and a soft tongue darted in, stirring hers and sucking her lips.

Numbness spread up from her spine and down from their locked mouths. She was melting into the feeling. Her legs swayed slightly with her body, looking like she was struggling. The car rocked even more violently.

Fu Wenchen felt like she was going insane. She loved this so much. Even if she couldn’t make a sound, she called out the name in her heart. If she could speak, the car would be filled with her soft, delicate cries.

Her heart beat so fast she could almost hear it. They tangled tongues and rocked their bodies, grinding their inner lips. Until her tongue was engorged and numb from friction, Yu Guiyao suddenly hugged her tighter. A surge of fluid poured down, merging with the spray from Fu Wenchen’s “wound” and flowing onto the coat.

Only then did Yu Guiyao regain a sliver of clarity.

But it was only a sliver. She knew what she had just done, and she knew if she hadn’t, she would have felt like she was exploding from the heat. But she hadn’t expected the drug to be so strong; even after one round, she was still burning. It looked like another wave was coming.

She shook her head, trying to resist. But Fu Wenchen, face flushed, hugged her neck. Her legs brushed against her waist as she panted: “Let’s go back to the room, okay?”

“We’re the only ones in the villa…”

The heavy implication reached her ears, making her heart race as if her blood were boiling. In the next second, she forced herself to stand, opened the car door, and carried the woman out.

Throughout the transition, Fu Wenchen never let go. Her legs remained hooked around the waist, and her soft arms stayed around the neck. Their bodies were pressed tight; their clothes were left behind in the car.

In a daze, Yu Guiyao carried her through the elevator from the basement to the villa. But along the way, Fu Wenchen couldn’t wait and kissed her again. Yu Guiyao couldn’t help herself; one hand supported the other’s hip, the other the back of the neck, as she returned the kiss. Their tongues tangled, and she thrust hers deep into the other’s mouth, stirring madly.

The wet sensation was intoxicating. The numbness spreading through her body made the heat even more intense. Every few steps, she would pin the woman against something and grind their inner lips. There was no need to pry them open; the lips were already parted, fitting together perfectly as soon as she leaned in.

She pinned her against the elevator wall, the living room wall, and the stairs, grinding their inner lips frantically. They kissed with abandon. Fu Wenchen seemed to struggle, her body moving up and down, her legs swaying slightly. Their tongues bumped together, and the grinding of their lips made a wet sound.

Fu Wenchen’s tears fell one by one. Saliva leaked out, only to be sucked away. As they moved, the woman pinned her in various places to grind. Every impact felt like a lightning strike. She almost slipped, but the other woman held her up.

Yu Guiyao’s hands were already covered in the fluid spraying from the “wound.” A trail of moisture was left on the floor behind them, like a leak.

She finally carried her into the room, but her consciousness was fading further. She only wanted to relieve the agonizing discomfort of the drug. The feeling was making her lose her mind, desperately craving coolness and a body. Thus, as soon as she laid her on the quilt, her kiss became even more savage.

Fu Wenchen held her neck, whispering intermittently: “Wait! Wait… use that thing…”

Her hand reached for the drawer.

Yu Guiyao obediently followed her instructions and grabbed the device. It was a massager that worked on both ends but was hollow in the middle, allowing liquid to flow from one end to the other. Yu Guiyao didn’t look closely; she immediately leaned down to hold the other woman and slowly put the device in place.

It was the perfect size. Fu Wenchen just wanted to experience it—especially with the person she liked. She didn’t expect that now that Yu Guiyao had something to apply force with, she would start pushing forward frantically.

The woman’s rhythmic actions seemed to send her to another world. Fu Wenchen felt dizzy. In that other world, lightning struck her spine, and her soul felt like it was ascending. Waves of numbness radiated from the point of impact.

It was even more frantic than the previous grinding. She felt like she was soaking in a hot spring; from head to toe, she felt incredible. She couldn’t help but release her suppressed love. Clear fluid surged onto the quilt.

Her mind began to blur. She couldn’t speak because their mouths were locked; the woman’s tongue stirred hers and sucked her lips until they were numb. Their hot breaths mingled, and the room was filled with sounds that would make anyone blush.

The machine began to hum like a mosquito. The device made Fu Wenchen even more dazed. She was swept away by waves of pleasure, white light flashing in her brain. She was terrified she might suddenly faint.

No, I have to keep going…

She endured, her eyes full of tears. Not long after, a massive surge of fluid hit the quilt, but even more was trapped by the machine, unable to escape immediately. Before she could react, Yu Guiyao suddenly made the machine thrust forward repeatedly.

In her dazed mental world, those sudden strikes were even more intense, causing her whole body to cramp and her breath to hitch. Suddenly, a massive amount of fluid surged into the machine and poured onto her, like being given a cup of warm water. In an instant, warm fluid seemed to fill her from top to bottom. Her abdomen felt warm and glowing.

Fu Wenchen clenched her fingers, her face flushed, her heart filled with joy.

That’s Yao-yao’s…

She loved it so much… She squeezed her legs together, wanting to keep that warmth inside forever.

But in the next second, Yu Guiyao suddenly pulled back and flipped her over. Her body was weak, and she could only let herself be manipulated. With a wet pop, the warmth left her, soaking the quilt—just as the other woman would eventually leave her. She could keep nothing…

Fu Wenchen was in tears. she tried to reach out to catch it, but everything slipped through her fingers. Just as she was sinking into her own madness, she heard the “mosquito” hum again. Yu Guiyao hugged her from behind, and her “heart” was instantly filled again.

She gripped the quilt, eyes closed, face flushed, but her eyes were full of tear tracks. In that moment, she tilted her head back, her body trembling, and a whisper escaped her: “Sister…”

Yu Guiyao was in a half-dreaming state. She heard a voice, but she only wanted to relieve the surging drug effects. She was so hot she felt like she was going to explode. Once the device was in place, she hugged her “ice block” and started pushing forward again.

The body in her arms was like jade, so she leaned down to kiss it. The milky-white jade seemed to be decorated with pink gardenias. She kissed them frantically, licking and sucking. Her hands reached forward to knead the woman’s chest like dough.

It felt as though her skull was being hit by continuous lightning. Fu Wenchen couldn’t react; she was dazed and entranced. Waves of numbness surged over her, and she lost track of time. Red marks appeared on her snow-white back.

Fluid kept pouring onto the quilt. Her consciousness began to fade, and she could only whisper instinctively: “Yao-yao…”

“Ugh… don’t leave me…”

She seemed to fall into a nightmare, terrified. Her hands gripped the pillow, tears falling. Her cheeks were crimson, her long lashes shut tight. Her red lips were parted, and she couldn’t even swallow the saliva leaking from the corners of her mouth. She could only endure the lightning strikes, her body rocking without the strength to struggle.

She seemed to remember that first night in the attic, the insults she had hurled at the woman afterward, the fire…

She instinctively called out: “Ruoqin…”

“Sister…”

Old memories wrapped around her like a nightmare. She was afraid, yet she wouldn’t let go. She couldn’t lose her. She was immersed in the surging waves of pleasure, her body invaded by electric currents, unable to extricate herself. She needed the other’s love; even if she died, she couldn’t let go…

The woman hugged her tight from behind, venting the drug’s effects. The warm body temperature enveloped her, and the fierce treatment eased her guilty heart. Rather than Yu Guiyao venting, it was more like she was venting—venting her fear and sadness. The room was filled with her soft cries.

It lasted until late into the night. There were still low thumping sounds accompanied by the mosquito hum. Fu Wenchen had half-fallen into a stupor. Her whole body was flushed, her fatigue extreme. Even so, fluid kept flowing onto the quilt; her “lips” were like a bottomless pit.

Yu Guiyao held her tight from behind in her daze, repeating the same motion. She didn’t know how many times she had vented, but the drug remained strong. The woman’s abdomen seemed slightly bloated as she murmured in her sleep: “Don’t, don’t leave me…”

She kissed her until she finally drifted off. By then, the first light of dawn was appearing in the sky.

…

When Yu Guiyao woke up, she saw the curtains blocking the harsh sunlight. Her senses slowly returned, and her memories flooded back. Realizing her current situation, her entire body froze.

Last night, she had been drugged—and she had used Fu Wenchen to clear the drug all night! She had even made her faint.

And… she remembered that at the height of the intensity, the woman in her arms had panted and whispered: “Sister…” “Ruoqin…”

Yu Guiyao: “……”

She looked down at the woman in her arms. Fu Wenchen had woken up at some point. She was staring at her with a flushed face and a happy smile. Crucially, they were still connected by that device.

Yu Guiyao instinctively remembered last night—the way they had tangled tongues, the way she had pushed forward. The woman had hugged her neck, rocking her tongue in sync with hers. And the faint gasps, the whispers.

Yu Guiyao’s expression went blank. In the next second, Fu Wenchen pulled a contract from under the pillow and thrust it into her arms: “Let’s get married~”

As she said this, her face was red. She leaned into Yu Guiyao’s embrace, her fingers tracing circles over her collarbone.

Yu Guiyao was stunned. Married? Wait, where did she get a contract? And last night, we were connected from behind, but now…

That meant Fu Wenchen had woken up this morning, pulled herself away, printed a contract, then flipped Yu Guiyao over, realigned the device, sat back down, and then pretended to sleep in her arms…

Yu Guiyao’s thoughts were completely derailed. She looked down and saw where they were joined. Their “lips” were pressed tight together; only during movement could the blue mechanical part be seen. It was enough to make anyone blush. Fu Wenchen’s “lips” were swollen again; she wondered if she’d been injured during the night.

And why again…?

Yu Guiyao saw more fluid sliding from the woman’s lips. She quickly looked away, cursing herself for being crazy. At that moment, Fu Wenchen moved her body slightly, sitting down further, then leaned into her embrace and let out a red-faced moan: “Mm~ that’s right… I sat back down myself this morning, because I still want…”

Her eyes were seductive and watery. Meeting that gaze, Yu Guiyao’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly snapped out of it.

This scumbag! It’s one thing to like your sister, but she likes Gu Ruoqin at the same time! Not only is she two-timing, but she used me as a substitute and called out other people’s names all night!

The fiercer she had been, the more the woman had called for “Sister” and “Ruoqin.” And now, first thing in the morning, she wanted more? Shameless! Lustful!

Yu Guiyao didn’t know why she was so angry; she should have just been happy to be a substitute and take the money. But when she looked up again after cursing the woman in her mind, she saw Fu Wenchen’s face had darkened. There were tears in her eyes; she seemed angry too. She gritted her teeth: “Will you marry? 5 million.”

Wait, why is she angry? Is she mad I tormented her all night? Yu Guiyao frowned, then it clicked.

5 million?!

With that money, she could pay off her debts instantly, and her grandmother wouldn’t have to work so hard!

She looked at Fu Wenchen. The latter’s lips curved into a slight smile as she toyed with Yu Guiyao’s hair: “With this 5 million, you should be able to pay off everything you owe, right?”

Yu Guiyao: “……”

It really is like she can hear my thoughts. She didn’t hesitate and compromised: “I’ll marry.”

“Really?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Yu Guiyao looked at her. “I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you pay me.”

I’m just a substitute anyway, she thought.

Fu Wenchen’s gaze flickered for a second. She propped herself up on Yu Guiyao’s collarbone. Her legs were trembling, but her face was flushed as she said: “Then can we have one round this morning? I’ll do the work; you don’t have to move.”

Yu Guiyao: “……”

“You’re already swollen…” she said helplessly. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

It was all night last night, she thought, her ears turning red.

This woman really was addicted.