Chapter 35: Parents Come To Visit

The little core was touched and fully erect. Qin Mo weakly clutched Shen Jin’s collar, leaning softly against the door.  

Shen Jin held Qin Mo’s waist with one hand. The other hand still pressed on her flower place, two fingers pressing the hot lips and gently spreading to both sides.  

The swollen little flower core then stood out. Shen Jin slowly touched it. The clitoris was fully hard, the tip even had a little soft bulge.  

Such a cute little flower bud! Shen Jin kissed Qin Mo, then carried her up in arms.  

“Mm?”  

The little kitten was still dazed. But Shen Jin was already holding her knees steady, carrying her into the bedroom.  

Qin Mo was placed on the soft bed. Shen Jin took off her pants, then took a clean new underwear from the wardrobe.  

“Ms. Qin,” Shen Jin put the underwear aside, kneeling on one knee on the bed, “shall I lick you again?”  

Saying so, she wanted to spread Qin Mo’s knees. Qin Mo trembled, her face burning red.  

“No, no need.” She quickly pressed Shen Jin’s hand, stopping her passionate service. “I… no need.”

Shen Jin smiled faintly, still lowering her head, and kissed her knee.

"Really?"

Shen Jin looked at Qin Mo with a smile, her deep eyes carrying a captivating charm that seemed to draw people in.

"It feels good, doesn't Ms. Qin want to try?"

"Uh..."

Should she praise her for being professional or dedicated? Qin Mo felt a hint of embarrassment and quietly shifted back a little.

"You, uh... no need, I'm not that... um, I'm just not that strong in that aspect."

She didn't know how to put it either. Qin Mo simply felt that as someone who had a low sex drive, her acceptance of Shen Jin seemed higher than for others.

Was it because she was a woman? Or because she was skilled?

She inexplicably felt that this thought was so shameful at that moment, so Qin Mo quickly shook her head to clear it out.

Shen Jin watched Qin Mo sitting on the bed, hugging her knees, lost in thought about something and shaking her head to herself, thinking that the little kitten's cuteness was beyond imagination.

Unable to resist, she grabbed her ankle and dragged her over. Shen Jin didn't care about Qin Mo's reaction and directly lowered her head to lick her flower.

"Shen Jin! You... ah~"

Her fingers hooked and pulled aside the panties, revealing the smooth and tender labia, along with the pearl-like clit.

Because of the earlier caresses, the clitoris was still in an erect state, hard and a bit cute.

Shen Jin couldn't wait and took it into her mouth, first kissing it carefully.

"Ah~"

Subtle electric currents pierced the nerves like needles. Qin Mo's clitoris was already sensitive, let alone when it was erect.

She was instantly made powerless by this wave of sucking. Shen Jin took the opportunity to lift her legs onto her shoulders, then pulled aside more of the panty fabric, and licked madly at her flower.

The warm tongue moved urgently and quickly over the flower, licking in the flowing sweet juices, and kissing heavily again.

The trembling sensation completely invaded her nerves. Qin Mo quickly reached for Shen Jin's head, but the other suddenly thrust her tongue inside.

The flower had already been licked to be wet and hot. The tongue drilled into the entrance and rubbed, Shen Jin intentionally curling the tip a bit to stimulate Qin Mo's pleasure.

Her entrance was the most sensitive; every time it was stimulated, it would contract tightly, as if sucking.

The tongue went in and out repeatedly, the slightly rough surface fully contacting Qin Mo's inner flesh. At this moment, Shen Jin was completely like a big cat, diligently licking the little kitten.

After licking her hole to be wet and hot, the tongue expanded the entrance a bit, and only then did Shen Jin slowly insert one finger.

Qin Mo only felt something stuffing her entrance. Before she could resist, Shen Jin suddenly curled her fingertip.

Searching for the sensitive spots in her memory, Shen Jin simultaneously took the little flower bud into her mouth, stimulating Qin Mo together.

"Ah~"

Waves of pleasure hit, and Qin Mo couldn't help but tighten her little hole, her chest heaving as she panted.

She actually let her penetrate, but surprisingly... it felt quite good?

Shen Jin's fingers were slender, with only one moving in and out, so there was no tearing sensation.

The finger gently rubbed the folds inside the hole, some spots becoming soft from the friction, creating a very satisfying pleasure.

The stimulated entrance tightened little by little, making Shen Jin's finger feel as if it were being desperately squeezed and sucked.

It was getting tighter the more she thrust, and Shen Jin's breathing grew heavier, unable to help but think how intoxicating Qin Mo's hole was, no wonder it needed more lubrication.

She thrust slowly, letting her knuckles rub against the entrance, allowing Qin Mo to gradually adjust.

"Mm... uh~"

The little kitten let out soft, muffled moans. Only then did Shen Jin speed up, thrusting into the soft, contracting flesh at the core of her hole.

Each time she went deep, she curled her fingertip, using the pad of her finger to rub that slightly rough protrusion.

Over and over, it made Qin Mo tremble even more, and the wet fluid in her core increased.

Shen Jin watched the pink, tender hole quiver constantly. With each thrust of her finger, an unstoppable stream of fluid seeped out.

Her finger glistened with wetness, and feeling the slickness inside, Shen Jin began to thrust fully.

"Pofft~" The graceful finger pushed into the soft flesh and quickly pulled out, bringing a flood of juices.

At the same time, she licked the trembling little clitoris. Shen Jin suddenly increased the speed of her thrusts, working Qin Mo intensely.

"Mm... ah~"

The swelling sensation in her hole deepened. Finally, when a sensitive spot was hit, a strong tightening surged, and with another lick to the clitoris, Qin Mo climaxed in ecstasy.

She collapsed on the bed, panting. Shen Jin gently kissed her flower core and said, "Be good, I'll go heat up breakfast for you."

Shen Jin was in high spirits, pulling out her finger with a "pop" and smiling as she went to prepare "cat food."

Qin Mo: "..."

Staring blankly at the closed door for a moment, Qin Mo realized her lower body still felt cool, her panties were probably soaked. 

Her ears flushed with heat, and she hurriedly grabbed the new pair of panties, rushing to the bathroom to change and wash.

She felt too embarrassed to hang her wet panties out to dry at Shen Jin's place. Even though Shen Jin was her "kept woman," and they had already been intimate, it still felt awkward.

After all, it was a "fast-food" relationship, not something to take seriously, and Qin Mo suddenly felt a pang of melancholy.

She disliked "fast-food" relationships, but her faith in love had been nearly obliterated by her ex-husband, leaving her heart heavy with sorrow.

Deep down, Qin Mo still held onto a sliver of belief that "intimacy is the joy of soul and body in sync," but her reason and past emotional experiences repeatedly reminded her that this belief was misguided.

It was as if there were always two "Qin Mos" in her mind: one, the Qin Mo who once harbored the hopeful heart of a young girl; the other, the Qin Mo now scarred and wounded by betrayal and deceit.

Whenever she was intimate with Shen Jin, these two "Qin Mos" would clash fiercely.

The Qin Mo with pure, hopeful dreams would say, "Keeping a lover like this and having sex without feelings is utterly irresponsible!"

The scarred Qin Mo would retort, "Ha, responsibility? Didn't the married man still keep a mistress? You should show that scum you're not the only one who can play!"

The two Qin Mos stood in opposition, tearing at her body. Caught in this irreconcilable conflict, Qin Mo resisted on one hand while vengefully surrendering to the pleasure of climax on the other.

But her soul seemed lost in the vast depths of the sea.

Qin Mo looked up at the mirror.

The face in the reflection was clearly haggard, incomplete.

A sudden intermittent vibration snapped Qin Mo back to reality, and she hurriedly grabbed the phone from her jacket pocket.

The caller ID showed her mother, Song Qiao.

Why would she call at this hour? Qin Mo scrambled to compose herself and answered the call.

"Hello, Mom," she tried to keep her voice calm, "why are you calling all of a sudden?"

"Momo, you..."

Song Qiao hesitated, then, after a long pause, let out a soft sigh.

"Momo, come pick your dad and me up."

Qin Mo froze, her mind going blank.

Her parents are here?

Her voice trembled. "Where are... you and Dad?"

There was another silence on the other end of the line.

"Fanghua Community."

With a clatter, Qin Mo's phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.

That was the neighborhood where she and Zhang Minsheng lived.