The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 88

Eighteen-year-old Qin Yan was raw, youthful, reckless.

But she was also quick and sharp, able to adjust instantly based on the slightest reaction from Xia Mingtang.

At first, Qin Yan didn’t quite find the right spot, only tracing and probing—but even that was enough to make Xia Mingtang tremble again and again.

No matter what had happened before, the memories etched into their bodies could not lie.

Nor could the natural harmony between them in these moments.

It was Qin Yan’s first time opening a condom wrapper, but fortunately she didn’t run into any false advertising.

Her fingertip pressed against the warmth, separated only by a thin layer, sending a cool tingle at first.

When the sensitive nub was rubbed and squeezed, Xia Mingtang’s hands flew up to grip her shoulders.

Qin Yan blinked. Her fingers seemed to move with a will of their own.

The delicate wetness quivered even harder.

“Ah~”

Xia Mingtang arched her pale neck, physiological tears seeping from the corners of her eyes, her body as if thrown into the air.

Qin Yan leaned down, holding her tightly while working her hand, nibbling at her ear with cocky satisfaction.

“Feels good, right? Am I better than her?”

—Huh?

At first, Xia Mingtang was too dazed by the torment to even register what Qin Yan had said.

But Qin Yan slowed down at that moment, teasing her halfway to release, and repeated the question again.

“Tell me—am I better, or is she better?”

Through her hazy eyes, Xia Mingtang finally realized this girl was still competing with her thirty-one-year-old self! She was so angry she wanted to bite her on the spot.

But with her weakness in Qin Yan’s grasp, the moment she leaned in to bite her shoulder, Qin Yan’s movement stole away all her strength.

With just a slight shift, Qin Yan easily made her miss.

Eighteen-year-old Qin Yan could sometimes be meaner than her older self—less inclined to indulge her.

Even if she bullied her into tears, she wouldn’t soften; instead she pressed her down like a childish little devil, chanting over and over.

“Say it, come on, say it…”

Her mouth teased, her hand never stopping.

Unable to take it anymore, Xia Mingtang could only give in.

“You… mm, you’re better… ha~”

Satisfied with the answer, Qin Yan finally grinned with triumph.

Like a wild horse let loose, she ran free.

This sudden “marital duty” lasted a whole hour.

When she saw Xia Mingtang could barely open her eyes afterward, Qin Yan asked in genuine puzzlement:

“Were you always this bad at stamina?”

Flat on her back with eyes half-shut, Xia Mingtang wanted nothing more than to punch her.

How was this her fault?

This Qin Yan was even more relentless than the older one.

Back then, Qin Yan would at least let her rest after a short round.

Now it felt like Qin Yan was speed-running, as if chased by some beast—like if she slowed down for a second, the world would end.

Xia Mingtang wasn’t wrong. At eighteen, Qin Yan was brimming with youthful energy, endlessly curious about the unknown, and carried a strange competitiveness against her older self.

This competitive streak showed up everywhere—in daily life, in relationships, and even in bed.

Seeing Xia Mingtang quiet for a while, Qin Yan hesitated between letting her rest or going again.

If her older self could last two hours, and she only lasted one, wouldn’t that mean she lost?

Unable to decide, she slid close, pressing her full chest against Xia Mingtang’s body, and asked tentatively:

“So… how long did you guys usually last?”

Again?!

Xia Mingtang couldn’t take her ridiculous rivalry anymore. She gritted her teeth and spat out one word:

“Get lost!”

“Get lost? Like the hour hand goes one round, or the minute hand goes one round?” Qin Yan, still caught up in her contest, completely missed the insult.

Speechless, Xia Mingtang simply rolled over in the quilt.

Only then did Qin Yan realize the rejection. She didn’t push further.

Instead, she bundled her up with the blanket and hugged her like a hard-won prize, rubbing against her several times before whining softly:

“I’m kinda cold too.”

Helpless, Xia Mingtang loosened the quilt a bit to let her in.

She thought they could finally nap in peace—but Qin Yan clung to her like an octopus, rolling around the bed with the blanket.

“I don’t care if you two rolled for one round of the hour hand or one round of the minute hand. We’re rolling ten rounds.”

Xia Mingtang: …

After ten rounds, she felt like she’d been shaken into a concussion, drifting into sleep in a daze.

Qin Yan, still full of energy, slipped out of bed with a coat and fetched a towel from the bathroom.

She quickly cleaned them both up, then gazed at Xia Mingtang’s exquisite sleeping face, unable to resist kissing her again and again.

Even if this randomly assigned wife was a little dumb and a little weak, Qin Yan adored her.

She felt so lucky.

They slept all the way into the evening.

In truth, Qin Yan didn’t sleep much—she woke up midway, played on her phone, made two cold dishes and left them on the table.

With nothing else to do, she lay back down and started fiddling with her wife’s face.

Raised under Qin Shulan’s iron-blooded elite education, Qin Yan grew up surrounded by obscure books and grueling training.

Even in her rare moments of play, her “toys” were mecha models and replica guns, nothing like the girlish dolls her peers liked.

But somehow, being eighteen again awakened her long-buried girlish heart.

Looking at her wife’s pink lips, elegant nose, long curled lashes, her heart overflowed with pink bubbles.

Turns out she hadn’t disliked dolls—those dolls were just all too ugly.

Watching Xia Mingtang sleep, she discovered a shallow dimple at the corner of her lips, one that wasn’t obvious when she was awake.

It felt like a secret just for her. She reached out a finger and poked at it several times.

Xia Mingtang stirred awake, blinking groggily—only to see Qin Yan grinning wide, teeth flashing bright in the dim bedroom like perfect lighting.

“Goodnight, wife,” Qin Yan said cheerfully.

“…Goodnight.” Xia Mingtang echoed without thinking. Then after a pause, she blinked. “Wait—it’s night already?”

Her tone was so shocked that Qin Yan almost thought she’d done something wrong.

She spent three whole seconds reviewing her recent behavior, but found nothing amiss.

Maybe her wife was just surprised at how long she’d slept.

So she gently reassured her:

“It’s okay. Sleeping a lot isn’t a big problem. If you’re worried, I can go to the doctor with you tomorrow.

“But honestly, I don’t think it’s necessary. From what I’ve seen, you’re just out of shape. A bit more exercise and you’ll be fine. Nothing to worry about.”

The very culprit who had worn her out until she passed out for hours now acted all thoughtful and innocent, as if Xia Mingtang’s long nap had nothing to do with her.

Choked for words, Xia Mingtang thought: eighteen-year-old Qin Yan might be young, but every word out of her mouth could drive someone crazy.

Abandoning any pretense of “respecting the young,” she kicked her square in the calf.

Qin Yan rolled away nimbly, dodged, and popped back up from the floor like a carp.

Muttering as she ran off:

“So grumpy when you wake up. Fine, I won’t help you get dressed then.”

With that, she darted off to the living room.

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