Chapter 18: Let's Have Sex (Micro-h)
Qin Mo never thought she would sleep in the arms of a woman, to be exact, a woman she was keeping.
Shen Jin let Qin Mo rest on her right arm, and her left arm wrapped around Qin Mo’s waist.
She was already taller than Qin Mo. Hugging Qin Mo from behind was completely like wrapping her whole body in her arms.
The other person’s warm breath sprayed on her ear. Even though she was facing away, Qin Mo’s heart still beat faster.
Such a subtle feeling, such a long-lost warmth.
Men and women are really different, especially when feeling this difference with the back.
Qin Mo thought of a long time ago when she had just married Zhang Minsheng. During their honeymoon, the two of them also slept in each other’s arms like this.
For a married couple, this should be romantic, but Qin Mo could not even last a whole day before she became scared.
Yes, scared, an unbelievable emotion.
Zhang Minsheng was a normal man, and Qin Mo was an overly beautiful woman.
That kind of thing was unavoidable. In less than two minutes of holding Qin Mo, Zhang Minsheng could already get hard.
Qin Mo always remembered the time when something thick, hard, and burning hot pressed against her lower back. She felt both scared and uncomfortable.
Women always carried a deep fear toward that hard thing that invaded their softest and most delicate place—an instinctual fear of being conquered by a reproductive organ.
But Zhang Minsheng never cared about Qin Mo’s feelings at all. He was not even like most husbands who cherished their wives, offering comfort and patience.
He was always impatient, grabbing Qin Mo’s chest roughly before shoving himself in without care.
So things always ended awkwardly, with Qin Mo bleeding and feeling torn from not being wet enough…
Thinking about the pain of being forcibly stretched open before, Qin Mo’s body trembled slightly in fear.
"Ms. Qin," Shen Jin noticed Qin Mo's trembling. "What is wrong?"
Qin Mo did not want to answer, and Shen Jin did not ask further. She just undid the pajamas she had put on because Qin Mo asked her to.
She opened her collar, revealing her bare, soft chest, and then hugged Qin Mo tightly.
Holding Qin Mo’s hand gently, Shen Jin embraced her completely, using her body warmth to warm her.
Surrounded by the fresh fragrance of Shen Jin’s body, Qin Mo actually felt a little at ease.
There was no roughness, no eagerness to thrust in just for her own pleasure. Shen Jin gently kissed Qin Mo’s earlobe, then her neck, her shoulder…
She was not impatient, and it did not seem lustful. It was just comforting.
Qin Mo gradually relaxed under this touch.
Shen Jin’s soft lips brushed over the fair skin. She kissed Qin Mo’s side neck and whispered in her ear.
"Qin Mo, don't be afraid."
Like a pebble dropping into a calm lake, causing slight ripples, Qin Mo’s mind drifted for a moment, and Shen Jin pressed her down beneath her.
"Be good~"
Like soothing a little kitten, Shen Jin didn’t rush to fuck Qin Mo. Instead, she first gave her lips a light, fleeting kiss.
Soft as clouds, her kisses kept falling on Qin Mo’s lips, chin, and forehead. Shen Jin kissed her slowly, taking her time before moving down to her neck and collarbone.
At this moment, Qin Mo suddenly felt cared for.
Shen Jin kissed the beautiful, butterfly-like collarbone and couldn’t help but stick out the tip of her tongue, wetting it.
The front of the robe was gradually undone, revealing a hint of snowy white skin.
Shen Jin’s hand, like peeling open a tender, juicy lychee, gently slid inside Qin Mo’s loosened robe. Her fingers moved skillfully, kneading and playing with the soft breasts.
"I’ll give Ms. Qin a massage."
With the web between her thumb and index finger aligned with the underside of Qin Mo’s breast, Shen Jin patiently kneaded, her thumb occasionally scraping over the nipple.
"Mm~"
Qin Mo let out a low moan. Shen Jin immediately freed one hand to lift her arm, lowering her head to kiss her smooth armpit.
Her lips brushed against the skin, sending a ticklish, tingling sensation through her. Qin Mo couldn’t help but tremble slightly and softly call out, "Jin~."
It felt overly familiar and intimate, but Qin Mo didn’t even realize it because Shen Jin’s kisses really tickled her.
A perfect, teasing kind of ticklishness. As Shen Jin kissed upward along the smooth skin of her arm, she suddenly turned her head and gently took Qin Mo’s earlobe between her lips.
But it was just a fleeting touch. Shen Jin quickly continued kissing down Qin Mo’s arm, careful and focused. Finally, she lifted her hand and brought her fingers to her lips, kissing each one.
Feeling a more direct sensation, Qin Mo suddenly poked Shen Jin’s lips with her fingertip, playfully flicking against them.
"Pop~"
Shen Jin went along with it, kissing her fingertip like a big cat that enjoyed being teased.
After a while, Qin Mo realized she had once again treated Shen Jin like a "big cat" and couldn’t help but think to herself how childish that was.
She quickly withdrew her hand and turned her head away.
"Shen Jin, I don’t want to… mm?"
Originally, if Qin Mo wasn’t holding onto a bit of contractual obligation, she could have refused to let Shen Jin stay the night. But now, it seemed like that boundary was about to be crossed.
"Didn’t I say I was giving Ms. Qin a massage?"
Shen Jin still lied without hesitation, her dark eyes carrying a gentle smile. Even in the unlit bedroom, they seemed to shine.
Qin Mo was momentarily bewitched by her, then immediately felt Shen Jin kissing the valley of her breasts.
Gathering her soft mounds slightly, Shen Jin kissed Qin Mo’s small nipples a few times before trailing downward to lick her navel.
Her hands naturally slid to Qin Mo’s waist, giving a light but firm squeeze.
The soft flesh at her waist was sensitive to tickling. A tingling sensation rushed through Qin Mo, making her unconsciously part her legs as she instinctively tried to sit up and push Shen Jin away.
Shen Jin seized the opportunity and pressed down on Qin Mo’s waist and hips.
"I’ll just kiss, Ms. Qin, don’t move."
She spoke hurriedly, then lowered her head and kissed Qin Mo’s flower.
Without rushing, Shen Jin simply buried her face in this temporarily dry black velvet forest, rubbing her nose against it.
Her nose tip occasionally nudged Qin Mo’s little clit, while her lips repeatedly kissed the flower slit.
"Mm~"
Gentle kisses always make people feel something. Qin Mo couldn’t help but tremble slightly, her breathing growing rapidly.
Shen Jin's oral skills were truly excellent. Before long, Qin Mo was drenched from her licking.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Qin Mo gripped the edge of the pillow, panting as she tried to press her legs together.
Shen Jin buried her face between Qin Mo’s legs, carefully licking her with great tenderness.
“Haah~”
Suddenly, two fingers parted her, exposing the trembling, glistening flower lips. Shen Jin lowered her lips onto them, kissing them as if she were kissing a mouth.
“Mm… Shen Jin~”
The indescribable sensation made Qin Mo instinctively arch her waist, slowly opening herself up.
There was no rough penetration. Qin Mo’s body both adapted and craved this gentleness. Unable to resist, she reached out a hand and pressed it against Shen Jin’s head, wanting her to get even closer.
"Do you want it?"
Shen Jin curled her lips into a smile, straightening her waist as she lifted Qin Mo’s hand. She took her fingers into her mouth, licking them with her warm tongue.
Like a snake winding around its prey, Shen Jin coiled her tongue around Qin Mo’s index finger, licking it in a way that was dripping with desire.
"Does Ms. Qin want me to lick her little hole?"
She slowly leaned down, pressing Qin Mo beneath her, her voice seductive.
"I am your little mistress. Whatever Ms. Qin wants me to do," Shen Jin lazily licked Qin Mo’s neck, "just say it~"
Heat pooled in her lower abdomen, but her little hole felt strangely tight and wet. Qin Mo panted lightly, feeling like she was becoming someone unfamiliar.
Ever since she had stopped sharing a bed with Zhang Minsheng, she had not had any sex and had not been penetrated.
She was not truly frigid. It was just that her husband’s roughness had left her with a psychological scar regarding sex.
She would never forget that heart-wrenching pain when she had been forcibly entered for the first time due to not being wet enough, nor the sympathetic yet judgmental gazes of the other patients when she went to the hospital.
That was the first time Qin Mo felt fear and humiliation toward sex.
But now, she was divorced. Not only divorced, but she had also kept a woman as her mistress. What was worse—she was actually in bed with her.
Shen Jin’s teasing and pleasure-giving were not rough, yet they stirred something in Qin Mo’s body.
Purely from a physiological standpoint, her body liked Shen Jin.
But was that not exactly the role of a kept woman? A thrilling, emotionless kind of sex.
In the darkness, Shen Jin’s slightly rapid breathing was close at hand.
Qin Mo suddenly raised her hand and touched the other woman's face.
Her thumb brushed against a fine, rough scar on Shen Jin’s cheek—that was her knife scar.
Qin Mo suddenly smiled silently. Caught off guard, a crystal-clear tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
Her heart had long been torn to shreds by her bleak marriage. With a single indifferent remark—"frigid, incapable of maintaining a normal married life"—her husband had buried not only their relationship but also her dignity as a woman.
Now, perhaps this hollow shell of a body was the only thing that could still feel pleasure.
Her heart was both desolate and desperate to let go. Qin Mo found herself ridiculous—not only had her marriage failed, but now she was indulging in something absurd, a relationship that was "only sex."
Her empty eyes stared into the dense darkness for a long time. Finally, Qin Mo parted her lips and spoke, word by word:
"Shen Jin, let’s have sex."