What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 44

Ling Qianqian was caught off guard. Her face flushed all the way to her ears. She grabbed a blanket at random to cover herself and cleared her throat in a panic. “Ahem… A-Yan, where did you go just now?”

“I’ve been in the study writing the whole time. I didn’t go anywhere.”

“…”

Her scalp prickled. She had clearly checked the study before coming—no lights, no one inside. Had she really hallucinated?

Bai Yiyan walked toward the bed with interest. To him, she looked like someone who had secretly climbed into his bed at night, failed to find him, and ended up masturbating—only to be caught red-handed. Adorable.

“Did you miss me?”

He climbed onto the bed and leaned close, stroking her flushed, lovely cheek, smiling as he looked into her panicked eyes.

“A-Yan…” She studied his face carefully. It really was Bai Yiyan, without a doubt. Still unwilling to let it go, she asked cautiously, “You were really in the study just now?”

“What, you don’t trust me?” He treated her serious question as flirting. He leaned closer, gently pinched her small chin, and guided it toward his lips. His gaze followed her fluttering lashes to her moist cherry lips, glossy and full, as if nourished by a deep kiss. He assumed she’d licked them herself—never imagining it was leftover saliva from a kiss.

“No, it’s just…”

“There’s a record on the computer. I can show you.”

“That’s not what I meant…”

The topic made her very awkward. She felt like she was checking up on a husband. Explaining more would only make it worse. The man, however, listened with amusement and chuckled softly. “So what were you doing alone in my room?”

“…Huh?!”

Her heart thumped wildly. If what happened earlier really was a hallucination, this was painfully embarrassing. “I…”

Their lips hovered close, hot breaths mingling, the air slowly turning intimate.

“Mm…”

Seeing her red-faced and tongue-tied for several seconds, he smiled faintly and slowly pressed his lips to hers. His flexible, strong tongue pried open her teeth and slipped inside to seek her tongue.

His kiss was still just as comfortable—but different from the “Bai Yiyan” in her hallucination.

He casually lifted the blanket. Her exposed slit was still dripping, the sheets stained dark—some from earlier, some newly added.

He looked over the large wet patches by her legs and sighed. “You were alone in the room and got this wet?”

“Mm, no…” Not knowing how to explain, she turned her face away.

“Let me see if that’s true.”

He spread her legs and slipped cool, long fingers straight into her soaked entrance. It was hot and wet inside, with sticky fluid clinging to her thighs.

“Ah—mm…”

The cut-off sensation from the “hallucination” slowly returned. His fingers stirred inside her, slick and obscene. All she wanted now was for him to put it in.

“Is it itchy? Do you want me to put it in?”

“Mm… yes… hurry…”

That was exactly where it had stopped before. It was unbearably frustrating. She didn’t want any foreplay now—she just wanted him to split her open with that thick, brutal thing and fuck her hard, to finally fill the pleasure that had been left hanging.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, opened her legs, and clung to his fingers still lingering inside. Her lower belly trembled as she desperately wanted the swollen mass in his pants.

“Mm, A-Yan, I want you. Hurry, give it to me. Don’t use your fingers anymore… I want yours…”

Her bold demand startled Bai Yiyan. How much desire had she built up to be this urgent?

He suddenly pulled his fingers out. A gush of juice squelched out. Smiling, he rubbed the nectar on his fingertips and asked, “What of mine do you want?”

“Y-your… big cock…”

She looked at the proud curve in his crotch and let out a soft, needy breath. “I really want it…”

Rarely seeing her this straightforward, the man groaned and undid his pants, releasing the painfully hard length.

“Ah… so big… so hot…”

The burning shaft slapped against her entrance and rubbed a few times, almost exactly like in the hallucination. She was close to climax. Juice spilled shamelessly, blocked at the door by the fierce, hot hardness.

As she wished, he held himself, lined the head up with her core, and thrust in hard to the hilt.

“Ah—!”

“Mmm.”

At the moment they joined, numbing pleasure shot straight to their brains. Both let out a blissful sigh.

—

At the same time, faced with Ling Qianqian suddenly vanishing before his eyes, Bai Yiyan sat on the bed, lonely and desolate. He felt his illness worsening—such vivid delusions, yet there was clearly nothing there.

Her breathing, her scent, her soft moans, and the way she clung to him—were they all fake?

He rubbed the sticky residue on his fingertips. If it was fake, then what was this? Yet the sheets were completely dry, spotless.

His mind was in chaos. He brushed back his messy hair. His grotesque hardness hadn’t softened—instead it burned even harder. He felt as if the fierce root standing in the air was suddenly swallowed by hot, tight flesh, sucked again and again. It felt as if his shaft was moving inside her, coated again and again by her sweet juices, thrusting through a narrow passage. The sensation was so vivid, as if he were truly fucking her, her needy mouth below greedily sucking him.

Again and again, back and forth, endlessly.

“Mmm…”

He groaned, gripping his aching cock and stroking it in rhythm, smearing on the unknown liquid left on his fingers.

Eyes closed, jaw tight, Adam’s apple bobbing, the feeling grew more real—like he was pinning her down and fucking her hard.

He had been just a little short earlier. Just that little bit from entering her.

He really wanted to fuck her.

Would it feel the same once inside her?

—

“Mmm, A-Yan… slower… it’s too big… ah…”

“Qianqian’s little mouth below is so greedy. The more I fuck, the wetter it gets.”

“Annoying…”

Bai Yiyan pressed her beneath him, fucking her while admiring her blissed-out expression.

It was hard to imagine she’d made that much mess alone. Even now it seemed endless, sucking him harder and harder.

Her desire was unusually strong tonight. She’d been fucked to tears, yet still not satisfied, as if her craving had no end.

He couldn’t help kissing her parted lips and thrusting even harder, not planning to let her sleep.

And on the other side, the other man was even less able to sleep.