The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Whether it was an addiction or not, she should have refused immediately.

After all, it was swollen to that extent…

Yu Guiyao frowned as she looked at the red and swollen area. Those two “lips” were stretched into an ‘O’ shape by the device, a flush of red and white. No matter how many times she saw it, she found it excessively beautiful, which only fueled her wicked desire to toy with it.

Under her gaze, clear fluid slowly seeped out. Fu Wenchen flushed crimson; she couldn’t handle that look, and a bone-deep, scratching itch flickered again within those swollen folds…

She tremblingly braced her legs and propped her hands on Yu Guiyao’s collarbones, lifting her body slightly to reveal the blue mechanical device connecting their lips.

Yu Guiyao stared at her, seeing her flushed cheeks and tear-filled eyes. The moment Fu Wenchen’s legs gave out and she sat back down, her lashes fluttered, tears slid down, and her red lips parted to let out a cry: “Ah… Yao-yao…”

“Now you know it hurts?”

Seeing her legs shaking from the pain, Yu Guiyao couldn’t help but scold: “You really want pleasure more than your life.”

“Mm~ I want pleasure more than my life!”

Ignoring the warning, Fu Wenchen braced her legs again, lifting her body and sitting back down heavily, time after time.

Yu Guiyao watched her with a complex expression. She saw the woman tilt her head back, tears falling continuously, yet she seemed obsessed, her face flushed as she let out rhythmic sounds.

“Yao-yao… like this… I love it so much…”

She panted softly, her body shivering as if electrified, clear fluid sliding from her swollen lips. Her collarbone area was snowy white, and those proud peaks swayed in rhythmic arcs; nearly every inch of visible skin was covered in “strawberry” marks, making it impossible to look away.

Her already swollen lips were stretched open by the machine again and again, becoming vivid and dripping, growing even more inflamed.

Yu Guiyao’s gaze darkened. Seeing her like this, she felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

How can someone cherish their own body so little?

Right, she’s already mentally warped, insane. Because her White Moonlight died, she’s being so indulgent, not caring about anything anymore.

Probably, only at times like this can she escape the fact that Gu Ruoqin is dead and drown herself in erotica…

Fine, since that’s the case, I should just go along with her.

For some reason, the more Yu Guiyao thought about it, the angrier she got.

Hearing her inner thoughts, Fu Wenchen paused briefly. Before she could recover from the physical sensations, she was suddenly flipped over and pinned ruthlessly into the bedding.

“Ah!”

She was startled, the world spinning as she was pressed into the soft duvet, enveloped in the woman’s embrace and scent.

Because of that sudden flip and thrust, the blue device hit the very back of the “wound.” For a moment, she shook with pain, and a large burst of fluid sprayed onto the quilt. This time, she truly felt the sting—a burning pain—and tears instantly spilled from her eyes.

She expected the woman to show no mercy and continue fiercely, but to her surprise, Yu Guiyao pulled the machine out.

With a wet pop, more fluid spilled onto the quilt. Fu Wenchen instinctively squeezed her legs together, trying to keep her: “Don’t, don’t leave…”

But in the next second, Yu Guiyao grabbed her legs, hoisted them over her shoulders, leaned in close to those “lips,” and instantly took the dripping folds into her mouth.

“Ah! You…”

Fu Wenchen was shocked, her hands clutching the sheets tightly, her whole body jerking at the sudden kiss.

The woman’s soft lips felt scorching hot as they enveloped her, warm and wet. Her hot breath fanned out like fire. Fu Wenchen’s face burned just as fiercely, and a fresh wave of fluid surged from the swollen lips.

Yu Guiyao actually used her tongue to lick the escaping fluid into her mouth, then continued to suck.

She kissed as if she were kissing a deeply loved partner, shifting angles to suck those two lips and lick the surrounding fluid. The repeated suction and licking made Fu Wenchen sink into her tenderness, letting out low cries.

“Are you… feeling sorry for me?”

“Are you? Ahh… Yao-yao…”

She clutched the sheets. It hurt, and the pain made her cry out, yet being kissed like that was so soft, so comfortable. She immersed herself in the feeling—it felt like lightning hitting the crown of her head and currents racing up her spine.

She knew the other person must be hurting for her, which is why she chose this method. For a moment, her heart softened. Tears fell as she pulled her legs tighter, wrapping them around Yu Guiyao’s neck, head tilted back, crying harder than ever.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

She felt guilty and miserable because she had been lying, because she had been hurting her…

Fu Wenchen kept her lips parted, feeling the suction and the kisses. The woman’s tongue was wet and soft, seemingly comforting her as it licked the swollen wound. Numbness spread from the licked lips to her spine and through her entire body.

The woman even used her tongue to gently swirl against Fu Wenchen’s small tongue—that slightly engorged little tongue was full of sensitive nerves; the slightest touch sent an electric shock through her.

“Yao-yao…”

Fu Wenchen was in agony, feeling she had wronged the other, yet she couldn’t resist the sensation. She loved her too much; she simply couldn’t accept her leaving. Even if she had to use any means necessary, she had to keep her…

At that thought, her body tensed. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. Saliva slid from her mouth, and from the lips being licked and sucked, countless flows of fluid emerged, only to be swallowed by the woman.

The sound of sucking and swallowing filled her ears. Her gaze grew scattered. Not long after, Yu Guiyao pushed her tongue deeper into the “mouth”—that warm, wet passage—thrusting and swirling within.

“I love it… so much…” Fu Wenchen’s voice went hoarse, her fingertips turning white from gripping so hard. She arched her head, her cheeks flushed as if terminally ill, her chest heaving violently, tears falling.

The sounds continued for several minutes. Finally, like a patient reaching the limit of their life, she let out a faint whimper and her whole body went limp.

A large burst of fluid sprayed onto Yu Guiyao’s face, as if the woman had angrily splashed water on her. Droplets slid down her chin.

She didn’t speak. She just looked at the flushed woman covered in red marks, seeing her dazed, exhausted state. She lowered the woman’s legs and picked her up in a princess carry.

Fu Wenchen looked at her through misty eyes. Feeling the gentle gesture, she pressed her cheek against Yu Guiyao’s neck, warm tears falling. She rasped: “Don’t be angry with me anymore…”

“Mm.”

To her surprise, Yu Guiyao actually responded, looking at her gently: “Restrain yourself for a while. Wait until the injury is healed before we talk.”

Hearing this, Fu Wenchen’s heart skipped a beat with joy. But just as her lips began to curve into a smile, she heard the other’s thoughts:

[After all, she’s lost her love and has mental issues. I should just go along with her. If she wants to treat me like Gu Ruoqin, so be it. I’ll just wait until she’s bored, take the money, and leave.]

Fu Wenchen: “……”

Her smile froze instantly. She stared fixedly at the woman.

Yu Guiyao was oblivious. She even smiled and asked: “Will that 5 million be transferred to my account immediately after I sign the contract?”

“……”

Fu Wenchen ground her teeth. She was furious, yet she couldn’t bring herself to be angry at her. Finally, she looked away and said: “No. We have to get the marriage certificate first.”

“Fine.”

Yu Guiyao carried her into the bathroom. She didn’t really care about the certificate; a marriage can always be ended in divorce.

Fu Wenchen: “!!!”

We can divorce after getting the certificate?!

This time she was truly annoyed. She glared and asked: “Are you thinking that we can just divorce after we marry?!”

Yu Guiyao: “……”

How does she keep guessing so accurately?

Yu Guiyao almost broke character, but eventually managed a sheepish smile: “How could that be? Of course, I’ll do whatever you say, Boss. If you don’t say divorce, I’ll cling to you for a lifetime.”

People bow for five pecks of rice, let alone 5 million, she thought. It’s a pity Gu Ruoqin died. Otherwise, if she could come back, Fu Wenchen would probably pay me to get lost, and I’d get another sum of money then.

Fu Wenchen: “……”

In your dreams!

She stared at the woman, then looked away. She was still annoyed, so much so that she didn’t cling to her for kisses while showering, enduring the urge to speak.

Yu Guiyao’s hand was healed, so showering was easy. In contrast, Fu Wenchen had no strength and had to sit on the vanity. She familiarized herself with applying body wash to herself, rubbing it into a lather, but then realized something was wrong.

Why the long face? Why isn’t she looking at me?

She couldn’t help but lean over, tentatively applying body wash to Fu Wenchen’s body as well, rubbing it in. The woman’s skin was incredibly slippery. Fu Wenchen’s face gradually turned red, and she bit her lip as if enduring something, her whole body shivering, yet she refused to look at her.

Heh, is the sun rising in the west? Usually, she’d be begging for kisses by now.

Yu Guiyao found it amusing. She leaned in and kissed the woman’s earlobe.

A blush spread across Fu Wenchen’s ear, but she suddenly said: “Minus one million!”

Yu Guiyao: “Huh???”

“Why?” She was bewildered.

Fu Wenchen’s eyes turned red. Thinking of that thought made her feel wronged. She lowered her gaze: “Because you want to divorce me.”

Yu Guiyao: “……”

“When did I say I wanted to divorce you?”

“Wait, we aren’t even married yet.”

She finally understood. This “ancestor” was rushing her to get married. Thinking of this, Yu Guiyao quickly picked up the shower head and rinsed the foam off both of them.

She finished their showers quickly, wrapped the woman in a bath towel, and carried her to the bed. She began dressing her, saying:

“We’ll go now, okay?”

“Go now?”

Fu Wenchen suppressed her joy, maintaining her angry facade.

Yu Guiyao coaxed her, kissing her cheek while dressing her in lace underwear: “Mm…”

Unexpectedly, the other woman wasn’t easily appeased, acting proud and aloof: “Fine, then we’ll talk after getting the certificate.”

Yu Guiyao: “……”

This woman, I really don’t know what she’s after. Why is she in such a hurry to marry a substitute?

But I absolutely must eat this “soft rice” (be a kept woman)!

Determined, Yu Guiyao quickly finished dressing her, then put on a shirt and trousers suitable for a marriage photo.

There was no anti-inflammatory medicine at home for that area, so she couldn’t apply any yet. They’d have to buy some and do it later.

However, Fu Wenchen found that even wearing shorts caused painful friction. She insisted on stuffing the underwear into Yu Guiyao’s pocket, saying: “I’ll wear them after you buy the medicine and apply it for me.”

Yu Guiyao: “???”

“You!”

She looked at her ultra-short skirt, momentarily exasperated: “You plan on going out like that? One breeze and you’ll be exposed!”

Seeing Yu Guiyao’s nervous state, Fu Wenchen felt a surge of pleasure. Wanting to see just how much the other woman cared, she said: “I insist.”

Yu Guiyao wheezed: “……”

But she compromised: “Fine. You want to play for thrills? I’ll accompany you.”

Hearing this, Fu Wenchen’s face turned red instantly.

Who wants to play for thrills?!

Then again…

It’s not impossible…

But just as she was feeling shy, she heard Yu Guiyao’s inner thoughts:

Truly a villain. Mentally twisted, loves playing for thrills, actually going out without undies.

Fu Wenchen: “……”