CHAPTER 9 [R-18]

R-18

Hu Anxue: "Sister-in-law..."

Hang Ying: "Don't call me sister-in-law anymore. Just call me by my name, or you can call me sister."

At first, Hang Ying felt a bit uncomfortable with the title of sister-in-law, considering it was a bit common. Besides, she wasn't really Hu Anfeng's wife, so there was no need for her to be referred to by that title. But when she heard Hu Anxue calling her that, she didn't feel as repulsed as she had imagined. Instead, she found it interesting.

She thought of the taboo novel she had read before, the stories of sisters-in-law secretly getting involved with each other. When she read them, she found them quite exciting. And Hu Anxue was beautiful. Although their parents were ordinary, their two children turned out to be attractive. However, Hu Anfeng only had good looks, his personality was unlikeable. On the other hand, his younger sister was gentle and charming, much more pleasing to the eye than her brother.

Before, Hang Ying had just played with the idea, but now the situation was different. She realized that she might really have fallen for her younger sister-in-law. She didn't want to be her sister-in-law anymore. She wanted to be her wife. Well, she could call her wife later, for now, she would start with sister.

"Sister Hang Ying." Hu Anxue didn't want to call her sister-in-law anymore and quickly changed her address.

Hang Ying pinched Hu Anxue's earlobe and smiled at her. "Too formal, change it."

"Sister Ying." Hu Anxue tried another option obediently.

"Not liking it, try again."

"Sister Hang?" Hu Anxue suggested.

"Okay, let's go with that for now." Hang Ying pulled Hu Anxue up. "Come on, let's go take a shower."

Hu Anxue stopped at the doorway of Hang Ying's bedroom. "I'll just use the bathroom in the living room."

Hang Ying let go of her hand. "Five minutes for you. Take your things with you. From now on, use my bathroom."

There were two bathrooms in the house, and currently, Hu Anxue and Hu Anfeng shared one, which was often inconvenient. Hang Ying suddenly switched to a commanding tone, and Hu Anxue couldn't refuse. She immediately took action and within five minutes, she gathered her toiletries and a change of clothes. When she returned, Hang Ying was still waiting for her at the bedroom door.

"Such a good girl. Come in."

"You go ahead and shower. Feel free to use anything inside. Just put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket."

This is the first time Hu Anxue entered Hang Ying's bedroom. Hang Ying's room was much bigger than hers and had a more exquisite and cozy decoration. It was also the first time she had seen such a nice room. When her brother married Hang Ying, she knew that Hang Ying was wealthy, but her perception at that time was completely different from now. Back then, she just thought that Hang Ying, as a beautiful and rich woman, was making a foolish decision, allowing her brother to take advantage of her. But now, the person who was not deserving had become hers.

Regarding the events of the past few days, she still felt a bit unreal. How did she end up sleeping with Hang Ying? How did she enter Hang Ying's bedroom? Hang Ying had blindfolded her at the inn before, so how did she suddenly acknowledge her as her lover? What did Hang Ying mean now? Did she like her? It couldn't be possible. The gap between them was too big. Even if Hang Ying earned money through questionable means, she was genuinely wealthy, and she couldn't compare to her. She felt that her brother wasn't worthy of Hang Ying, but she couldn't even compare to her brother. At least her brother had the tens of thousands of yuan given by their family, but she had nothing.

Although Hu Anxue's insecurities completely suppressed her interest, she still took a careful shower, just like that night, paying special attention to washing her inner thighs. After showering, she put on her pajamas, a short-sleeved top and pants with cartoon pandas on them. Then she blow-dried her hair, tidied up the bathroom, and walked out.

There was a long sofa in the bedroom, and when Hu Anxue went out, Hang Ying was leaning on the sofa reading a book, or rather a magazine, as the cover depicted a sexy woman in a bikini, and Hang Ying was engrossed in it until Hu Anxue walked up to her, and she put the magazine down.

"I'm going to shower. Wait for me on the bed."

"Mm."

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, lying on Hang Ying's bed, smelling the fragrance of Hang Ying on the sheets, Hu Anxue still felt that all of this was unreal. Would they do that kind of thing again soon? It was already the second time, but she still looked forward to it and felt nervous.

Not long after, Hang Ying came out. She climbed onto the bed, turned off the light, and then hugged Hu Anxue from behind. "Does it hurt there?"

"No." Although Hang Ying didn't explicitly say it, Hu Anxue knew what she was referring to.

Hang Ying: "Xiaoxue, don't go to the inn anymore from now on."

"Mm." Hu Anxue didn't ask why.

Hang Ying: "If you want it, just come find me directly."

Hu Anxue didn't dare to respond to that, and Hang Ying didn't give her a chance. Hang Ying directly reached her hand under Hu Anxue's pajama bottom, touched her chest, and kissed the back of her neck.

Hu Anxue had imagined many possible scenarios for their encounter, but she never expected Hang Ying to come to her bed so quickly. Did Hang Ying like her? Even without monetary transactions, was she willing to fulfill her desires? Or did she just want to sleep with her? Before Hang Ying touched her, she actually wanted to ask Hang Ying what their relationship was now, what was going on between her and her brother. But now, she couldn't ask a single word. She just wanted to enjoy it.

After being kissed on the back of her neck, Hu Anxue felt surprisingly comfortable. Her entire back was now tingling, and Hang Ying, behind her, made her feel both insecure and secure at the same time. Hang Ying's hands roamed all over her front, exploring every inch of her back, and Hang Ying's legs squeezed between hers, using her knees to stimulate her sensitive area. Even with such broad stimulation, she felt a strong sensation, and she was already wet right away.

Before long, Hang Ying positioned Hu Anxue's body, pressing herself onto her and kissing her lips.

Hu Anxue: "Mmm~~~"

Unlike the previous kiss on the sofa, Hang Ying's kiss now carried a clear desire. She used her tongue to tease Hu Anxue while undressing her.

Hu Anxue: "Mmm~~~"

Hu Anxue's sleepwear was loose and easy to remove, so she was soon completely naked. Hang Ying's lips pressed against her neck, kissing and biting while her fingers teased Hu Anxue's n*pples. It felt so good, and she wanted more. Hang Ying was also giving her more. Hang Ying lingered below her collarbone for a long time. Last time, she left a shallow mark there, and it hadn't faded yet. The timing and intensity made Hu Anxue think that she might not be able to avoid it this time either.

"Ah~~~" Those fiery lips moved to Hu Anxue's chest, kissing and moistening her br*asts and n*pples. Her lower body felt empty, and she wanted Hang Ying to touch her there. Slowly, she opened her legs, silently inviting Hang Ying in.

Without seeing the scene or hearing any sounds, Hu Anxue could feel that Hang Ying was smiling after she opened her legs. Then, she felt her inner thighs being massaged. The slender and delicate hand was skillful and powerful, rubbing her cl*toris until it became engorged and swollen, sending tingles throughout her lower body.

The pace today was faster than last time, but Hang Ying's movements were still gentle. Hu Anxue's n*pples were licked in a peculiarly pleasurable way, and her cl*toris was kneaded, driving her to ecstasy.

"Mmm~~~ Ah~~~" That familiar sensation seemed to be building up, but Hang Ying hadn't entered yet... Could it be that reaching climax was possible just from stimulating the cl*toris? Soon, Hu Anxue confirmed this fact. She had learned something new.

The pleasure of climax swept through her entire body. Every cell in her body tensed up and then quickly relaxed. Her lower body became wet, her buttocks sticky. The bed, which wasn't an inn bed, was definitely wet. This time, she had made Hang Ying's bed wet. Thinking about it, she found it exciting. It seemed that sleeping on Hang Ying's bed and making love on Hang Ying's bed could enhance her s*xual desire.

Why was she like this? She felt so twisted. Hu Anxue indulged in the pleasure while berating herself.

Hu Anxue hadn't fully recovered from the aftermath of the climax. Her mind was still a bit dizzy when she faintly heard Hang Ying open a drawer and do something, then quickly cover her again. Her cl*toris was still pulsating when Hang Ying's finger reached her entrance. There was a thin layer covering her finger, a finger c*t. Did Hang Ying just put on a finger c*t? Did she have one at home too? Would she... bring people home?

Hu Anxue: "Mmm~~~ Ah~~~"

Hang Ying's fingers slowly squeezed into her entrance. This time, the uncomfortable feeling of fullness wasn't as pronounced. Hu Anxue was easily filled by Hang Ying's fingers, which buried themselves inside her. It felt comfortable, and Hu Anxue couldn't help but tighten around them, savoring the sensation of Hang Ying's fingers.

Hang Ying's fingers began to move slowly, touching all the sensitive spots inside Hu Anxue. Her lower body was tingling, making her want to moan. It seemed like she didn't hear her brother come back. Maybe there was no one else at home? She should be able to keep her voice down, right?

"If you want to moan, just let it out. The soundproofing in the house is good." Hang Ying mumbled while sucking on her n*pple.

Hu Anxue naturally wouldn't moan too loudly, but Hang Ying's words reassured her. At least she dared to make some noise now. Hang Ying's fingers started thrusting in and out of her, causing Hu Anxue's voice to change. Hang Ying's technique was really good, and Hu Anxue couldn't help but marvel at it. She wondered if s*x itself was always this pleasurable or if it was only this good with Hang Ying or maybe it was Hang Ying's skills that made it so enjoyable. Regardless, she was feeling really good right now. Although it might sound like nonsense, it truly reflected Hu Anxue's thoughts.

Hang Ying's fingers and wrist exerted a lot of force, and Hu Anxue could feel it. Each movement from Hang Ying brought her more happiness, and each thrust made her like Hang Ying even more. She was certain that she liked Hang Ying and wanted to have her all to herself, to experience this kind of pleasure only with Hang Ying. But she didn't have the right.

As Hang Ying picked up the pace, another intense climax washed over her. But as pleasurable as the climax was, the aftermath left Hu Anxue feeling sour. In the darkness, a tear rolled down her cheek and landed on Hang Ying's pillow. She didn't want Hang Ying to know, so she quickly regained control of her emotions and wiped away the tear.

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