The Yandere Queen's Manual for Training Her Wife - Chapter 99

Although Qin Yan said she was fine, out of caution, Xia Mingtang still pulled her inside the room to check.

After all, she had just seen with her own eyes that such a big spark—sou—hit the back of her head.

She thought that since this person already had a brain injury and had lost her memory, leaving any additional complications would be far from ideal.

Qin Yan was now sitting on the sofa, tilting her head as Xia Mingtang rummaged through her hair, muttering to herself as she did so.

“Strange, I clearly saw the spark fall here. Is hair really this resistant to burning? Hmm, the scalp is so white.”

At first, Xia Mingtang had been genuinely concerned. Seeing that Qin Yan was indeed unharmed, she began to feel playful.

Qin Yan’s head, in her hands, seemed like a rare object, open to all sorts of handling.

It wasn’t pure boredom on Xia Mingtang’s part either—there’s an old saying: “Touch the birthday star’s head, and you’ll have no worries for life.”

A ready-made “birthday-star head” like this? Of course, she had to touch it.

Qin Yan noticed her intention; her eyes dimmed slightly but she did not stop her.

Once Xia Mingtang was satisfied, Qin Yan lifted her head, her brows drawn slightly as if she had been wronged.

That look made Xia Mingtang feel a pang of guilt, so she hurriedly tried to console her.

“Ahem… I just checked—you really are completely fine.

“Don’t give me that look. I just wanted to touch the birthday star’s head, I absolutely didn’t mean to play with you.

“How about this: I’ll share half of my luck with you.”

Xia Mingtang said this as she took Qin Yan’s hand, opened her palm, and gently tapped it three times.

On the third tap, Qin Yan closed her fingers, holding Xia Mingtang’s hand.

The callused fingertips brushed over the soft back of her hand, tickling slightly.

Xia Mingtang stopped moving, and when she looked up, their eyes met.

For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped.

For an instant, Xia Mingtang almost felt as though she was being pulled in.

Qin Yan fixed her gaze on her, her pale lips parting to break the silence.

“Today I’m the birthday star. You’ve already taken my luck, and now you want to share half with me? Where’s the logic in that?”

In terms of logical reasoning, Xia Mingtang had never been a match for Qin Yan.

Besides, she hadn’t planned to compete with the birthday star, so she generously said:

“Alright, alright, you’re the birthday star—you’re the biggest today. Whatever you want tonight, just ask. As long as it’s within my ability, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”

Hearing the words “satisfied,” a light flashed in Qin Yan’s eyes.

She wrapped her arms around Xia Mingtang’s shoulders, leaning close so that her breath brushed her ear.

“Then tonight, I want to use some toys… is that okay?”

Xia Mingtang froze for a few seconds before realizing what Qin Yan meant by “toys.”

Nineteen-year-old Qin Yan, though very different in personality from her thirty-one-year-old self, shared one thing in common: an intense enthusiasm for sexual play.

Xia Mingtang bit her lip, silently thinking: You’re only nineteen, yet all you think about is this? Must be those lingering memories influencing you.

She didn’t reply, and Qin Yan took her silence as consent.

After all, from the memories she had just received, her Tang Tang would nearly fulfill any request of her teenage self.

Normally, this would be good, but suddenly, Qin Yan felt a little upset.

Quietly, she pinched her palm, keeping her face neutral. “Then let’s take a shower first.”

To save time, they bathed separately.

However, Xia Mingtang lingered in the bathtub longer than necessary.

Due to previous memories, she instinctively resisted various toys.

But then she thought: it’s just a nineteen-year-old kid; what harm could she really do?

Moreover, she’s the birthday star today.

After a brief inner struggle, Xia Mingtang got out, dried herself, and changed into a simple cotton pajama set before heading to the bedroom.

Qin Yan, being more efficient, had already dried her hair, holding a small box and studying its contents carefully.

Xia Mingtang wanted to greet her, but Qin Yan, hearing her footsteps, closed the lid of the box and looked up at her with an innocent smile.

Hmph, not letting me see it.

Xia Mingtang touched her damp hair and went to get the hairdryer.

Sitting on the sofa to dry her hair, she could only see Qin Yan’s slender back through the thin silk of her pajamas.

Qin Yan deliberately turned her back.

Xia Mingtang assumed it was teenage shyness.

That little brat, wanting toys… now embarrassed, huh?

She forgot where the “toys” had come from.

Before she could think further, Qin Yan suddenly rushed over for a passionate hug, lifting her off the ground and placing her on the soft bed within seconds.

Qin Yan’s placement was precise, resting Xia Mingtang’s head perfectly on the pillow.

Xia Mingtang tried to adjust, but was pinned, forced to accept a burning kiss.

So strange—although they hadn’t done anything, her body already felt scorching.

Her thin cotton pajamas were removed, and before she felt the coolness, she was engulfed by Qin Yan’s heat.

Normally, it would be the next step, but Qin Yan suddenly paused.

Xia Mingtang opened her eyes to see Qin Yan holding a red silk rope over her body.

Old memories suddenly assaulted her.

Sitting up, her brows furrowed, she said: “I didn’t agree to be tied up.”

Qin Yan explained: “Your nails have grown out. I’m afraid you’ll scratch me later.”

Xia Mingtang was about to say she could trim them now, but next, Qin Yan skillfully threaded the red rope through her wrists.

Xia Mingtang was half-resisting, half-complying as her hands were bound, glancing around.

Luckily, there were no mirrors around the bed.

For the birthday star’s sake, she didn’t get angry, merely stating:

“Two hours maximum; staying up too late isn’t good.”

“I’ll try,” Qin Yan whispered, kissing her lips while letting her hands roam over the soft skin.

The callused fingers now proved useful—every gentle stroke sent shivers through Xia Mingtang.

She was pinned again, hands high above her head, her fair skin fully exposed.

Like prey trapped by a cunning hunter, ready to be taken apart.

Qin Yan ensured she was fully prepared, continuing until she saw Xia Mingtang’s long lashes glisten with tears.

She pulled back slightly, taking from the small box the thing she wanted, removing the final layer of obstructive clothing.

Xia Mingtang assumed Qin Yan was putting on a condom.

Next, a high-frequency buzzing sound filled the air.

Qin Yan held a pink sphere, apologizing when Xia Mingtang flinched:

“Sorry, didn’t notice the volume when I bought it. When placed inside, it might be quieter.”

She steadied Xia Mingtang’s smooth thigh and positioned the ball.

Electric currents shot upward, straight to the crown of her head.

Xia Mingtang twitched violently like a fish in a dying spasm.

A hand pressed her down.

“Wait, not in place yet,” Qin Yan said, holding her while adjusting the toy.

Every move sent waves of unbearable sensation through Xia Mingtang.

This was her first time with an internal toy.

The unfamiliar sensation made her hesitate.

“I don’t want this—take it out!”

Xia Mingtang kicked and cried, but Qin Yan held on, kissing her cheek and coaxing gently:

“Just one minute. If you still don’t like it, I’ll take it out, okay?”

Trapped, Xia Mingtang could only close her eyes and endure.

Seeing her little fox so obedient, Qin Yan felt both love and a touch of jealousy.

Tang Tang could be so tolerant of that flawed one?

She increased the frequency to the maximum and pushed the ball all the way in.

“Ah~”

Xia Mingtang’s legs trembled uncontrollably, the crimson bedspread soaking from her arousal.

She tried to escape but her hands were bound, powerless.

Her entire body fully exposed, experiencing wave after wave of stimulation.

Qin Yan simultaneously pressed the ball and tended to her delicate skin, leaving her mark everywhere.

The minute passed, but Xia Mingtang couldn’t stop.

Her melodious cries were Qin Yan’s favorite sound.

Seeing her beloved tremble and lose control under her hands was intoxicating.

Thinking of the period when she was amnesiac, with that flawed one…

Qin Yan’s actions became even more intense.

Xia Mingtang called out for a long time, until her voice was hoarse, before Qin Yan mercifully removed the toy.

Xia Mingtang lay there dazed, brain blank, breathing only out of instinct.

Her brown curls spread over the white pillow, now damp from sweat.

Qin Yan propped herself slightly, lifting a strand of hair to her nose, inhaling its scent.

Her Tang Tang smelled so good.

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