Transmigrated as the CEO's Top-Tier Stand-in - Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Ji Yu was pressed against the door panel by Meng Rendong.

Perhaps not wanting her to run, or perhaps just teasing her, Meng Rendong tucked the toe of her right shoe in between Ji Yu’s joined feet, giving her a curious sense of… invasion.

She was now enclosed in the other person’s world, unable to escape, slowly enveloped by the air carrying Meng Rendong’s scent. Today, Meng Rendong used a jasmine-scented perfume, one with a particularly subtle sillage. Only a faint, lingering trace remained nearby.

Like a jasmine flower secretly blooming on a branch after the rain.

Ji Yu couldn’t resist plucking it. She looked towards the living room window and found that both the thin and thick layers of curtains had been drawn shut. The indoor light came solely from the overhead fixture, making it exceptionally bright.

Then, she secretly put her hands on Meng Rendong’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss Meng Rendong’s lips, but the other person quickly avoided her.

Ji Yu: “?”

Before the disappointment and confusion in her eyes could surface, Meng Rendong raised her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture, explaining:

“Don’t kiss me.”

“I don’t have your shade of lipstick here. If we go out and they notice your lip color has changed, your fans will cause a fuss again.”

Ji Yu looked at her with a pained, wronged expression.

Meng Rendong gently hooked the loose strands of hair by her face with her fingertips, a slightly ticklish sensation that spread from her cheek to her ear, a faint tingling accompanied by a coolness.

Later.

Ji Yu’s entire body was dominated by this sensation.

In fact, her clothes had barely any creases because she had remained pressed against the door and was wearing a dark green sweater with good stretch. Unless the movements were too large, they would leave almost no trace.

And Meng Rendong was exceptionally gentle today. Step by step, she was remarkably patient.

Initially, it was just the hem of the sweater being pulled up a little, then the snap of the button on the jeans that perfectly hugged her curves.

Ji Yu’s clothes remained completely neat… only the slightest traces of disarray in the details described the carnal delights unfolding in the warmth behind the door.

Her fingertips, gripping Meng Rendong’s shoulder, tightened slightly.

The breaths escaping her nostrils were alternately shallow and heavy.

Like a kitten whose softest belly is being stroked, both wanting to completely spread out and enjoy it, yet unable to resist extending sharp claws, utterly rejecting the touch and the trembling.

It was an unknown anticipation. Because she didn’t know where the other’s fingertips would land next, her nerves were like taut strings, needing only the slightest provocation to elicit a fierce response. And those responses, climbing up the nerve endings into her mind, were like crackling little fireworks, clustering together to form a grand display.

The more she anticipated, the more sensitive she became. The streams of anticipation, gathered again and again, finally formed a shimmering lake.

Ji Yu was moaning faintly, her head feeling dizzy. Because Meng Rendong took too long with the foreplay this time, and they hadn’t been intimate for so long, all she felt was…

Anything is fine. Perhaps ruthless severity would be good too. Anything at all, as long as it was given by the person in front of her, she wanted it all.

She wanted to tease. Her full, red lips moved close to Meng Rendong’s ear, conveying her hopes and invitations only with scorching breath against the other’s ear. Ji Yu didn’t speak a single word.

Meng Rendong, however, nearly lost her composure. Her eyelid twitched. She wanted to properly torment Ji Yu, so she deliberately avoided looking at the watery tenderness in the face of the person currently melting by her ear. She focused on maintaining her rhythm.

The two were engaged in a hidden game behind the door. Ji Yu had expected Meng Rendong, with her previous habit of going straight to the point in less than three minutes, would surely succumb to her seduction. Instead, the person in front of her remained calm and composed, teasing her gradually, but never heading for the destination.

Ji Yu eventually couldn’t hold on. Her waist went weak, and she relied entirely on her legs and her back pressed against the door to stand. Her forehead rested on Meng Rendong’s shoulder, and she looked down at the carpet beneath her feet.

It was red. But in her eyes, the color saturation was low, so it looked like a deep, old red.

Staring at the carpet, Ji Yu vaguely felt that something viscous would uncontrollably drip onto it.

But there was nothing.

She felt like a sink full of water in a bathroom, tightly plugged, so the water had nowhere to be released and could only swirl in the basin.

An urge to scream surged within her. She wanted a hearty, unrestrained collision of sweat against sweat to release her emotions and sensations completely, rather than Meng Rendong’s slow, gentle torment that allowed her to accumulate desire without knowing how to unleash it pleasurably.

Ji Yu whimpered, seemingly surrendering first, softly and tenderly hinting at Meng Rendong:

“Enough…”

She was ready. Stop torturing her like this.

Ji Yu was moments away from explicitly saying the audacious word “I want,” her eyes glistening with moisture, her cheeks flushed a light pink. Meng Rendong glanced up and was utterly captivated by her alluring, peach-blossom-like appearance.

For a moment, Meng Rendong desperately wanted to remove this person’s shoes and socks, wanting to see if even Ji Yu’s toes were flushed pink like cooked shrimp. It made her crave her.

So, she swallowed hard.

Ji Yu was practically hanging onto her now, her hands evolving from grasping her shoulders to overlapping behind her neck, barely maintaining a position that kept her from falling. She met Meng Rendong’s deep, dark eyes and pleaded pitifully:

“Come on…”

Meng Rendong was so amused by her current pathetic state that she almost laughed. But she held it in, answering casually and slowly:

“No rush.”

“After all, my technique isn’t good. I need to be patient and explore more.”

Ji Yu: “…”

She realized then. Meng Rendong’s entire act today was about “getting revenge.”

On an ordinary day, no matter how much Ji Yu whined or flirted, she could usually placate Meng Rendong if she had a bit of time. But in this matter, Meng Rendong’s need for dominance was stronger. It had always been this way. If the other person was determined to torment her, no amount of sweet talk would work. Sometimes, being more obedient only led to being teased more fiercely.

Ji Yu blinked, her eyelashes damp with the tears of unfulfilled, maximum-limit longing. She pleaded pitifully, as if begging for mercy:

“I was wrong.”

“Rendong…”

Her voice was soft and drawn out, sounding utterly captivating.

Meng Rendong was already barely holding back. Hearing her pleading, she finally indulged her wish, but still proceeded slowly, unhurriedly.

Perhaps it was due to the senses being strung up too high earlier, but in the time that followed, Ji Yu felt her entire body tingle and go numb, as if overstimulated, with an electric sensation. The pain she once felt was completely gone. Instead, she was dominated by a different, more overwhelming sensation that she hadn’t often experienced before.

Ji Yu inexplicably cried more fiercely.

Meng Rendong looked down at her. She intended to pull back, but Ji Yu, sensing this, desperately grabbed her wrist, refusing to let the person who finally offered her relief tease her any further.

She wouldn’t let her go.

A slight smile appeared in Meng Rendong’s eyes.

Ji Yu realized that this person’s transformation was utterly complete. She didn’t know what kind of study Meng Rendong had done. Later, when Ji Yu was crying too hard, Meng Rendong didn’t forget to lean in and tease her:

“Shhh.” “The soundproofing on the main door isn’t very good. Someone might hear and think I’m bullying you.”

Ji Yu choked on her sobs and glared at her, no longer possessing the arrogant swagger of a mischievous sprite, but resembling a tamed rabbit.

“Aren’t you…?” she asked with red eyes.

Meng Rendong raised an eyebrow and reminded her: “Who was it just now, desperately grabbing my hand…”

“Don’t say it!”

Ji Yu, enraged and embarrassed, opened her mouth to bite her, but Meng Rendong turned her head to dodge. Then, she retaliated by lightly pressing Ji Yu against the door again.

Just then, someone outside, perhaps a family, checked into a nearby room. The sharp sound of a child’s voice briefly transmitted through the door, immediately making Ji Yu tense up.

She bit her lip hard, enduring Meng Rendong’s teasing, wanting to see her silent collapse.

Ji Yu trembled intensely. Having never entered this realm of pleasure before, she had zero resistance. When the sound outside the door faded, she realized she was completely held in Meng Rendong’s arms; otherwise, she would have slumped onto the floor.

She felt inexplicably ashamed, crying and saying softly:

“Kiss me.”

Meng Rendong refused. Ji Yu cried even harder, tears falling rapidly. Although she was feeling pleasure, she cried as if she were being forced.

“Kiss… kiss me!”

Ji Yu was extremely insistent on this. Perhaps the ultimate physiological culmination naturally amplified the psychological significance of closeness and comfort through kissing, making it urgent. She mumbled Meng Rendong’s name incoherently, no longer caring about lipstick or lip gloss colors. One moment, she was fiercely tugging at the other’s clothes and calling her Meng Rendong; the next, she was whining and calling her ‘wifey.’

Meng Rendong was at her wit’s end and finally kissed her once. Then quickly released her.

Afterward, she carried the person, who was as weak as a shrimp, to the sofa in the living room, pulled out a tissue, and meticulously wiped away all traces from Ji Yu’s face and body.

Later, right up until the variety show was about to start—

Ji Yu was still secretly pulling up her sweater, trying to hide the lingering flush on her neck.

A fan secretly took a picture of her appearance and posted it in their group chat, sharing with other close friends:

“Yuyu looks like she’s in good spirits lately!”

“Her complexion is good too! Everyone, don’t worry about her!”

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