From now on, there was no need to force a smile.
Lin Jianheng realized that when she said this, the corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily.
The moments since her return to this world flashed before her eyes, flowing into a moving picture.
There was the amazement of seeing Yan Su for the first time, the awkwardness of the first marking.
Yan Su’s timidity when testing her true feelings, the sweetness of marking her after gaining her trust.
The connection after they came to trust each other, their tightly bound hands.
And then there was their madness, again and again, the desire and love she had developed for Yan Su.
She had wanted to devour Yan Su, misjudging it as jealousy and envy, when it was actually an unconscious affection.
Wanting to envelop Yan Su, wanting her to stay by her side forever—that, too, was a slightly twisted love.
“Is it that succubus who’s always with you?” Actually, even if Lin Jianheng didn’t say it outright, everyone could clearly see her feelings.
Li Zhaoge was Yan Su’s rival in love, so her senses were naturally sharper.
“Yes. Is it that obvious?” Lin Jianheng was a little embarrassed.
Before she had gradually recovered Jian Heng’s memories from this life, she truly believed that everything she did for Yan Su was out of friendship. Even if she said she liked her, it was the kind of affection between friends.
Or…
The affection between a master and a pet. She avoided what she had done; controlling someone was never good, but Yan Su was still her little pet.
She didn’t know if she had unintentionally oppressed Yan Su, but she still wanted to devour and control her.
This was her instinctive desire. It wouldn’t be changed by morality, only suppressed.
Now, because of this budding love, it had grown even stronger.
Perhaps all Alphas were like this. The initial sexual act for their species was to bite open an Omega’s nape.
She wanted to bite Yan Su’s gland right now, draw Yan Su into her body to envelop her, then put herself inside, filling Yan Su’s very veins.
So this was the extent of her feelings for Yan Su. No wonder everyone could see it.
“Yes. You’re very protective of her, you rely on her, and you trust her.” It was to an almost unbelievable degree.
Especially the trust. Li Zhaoge had been by Lin Jianheng’s side for decades and knew her temperament well; she wouldn’t give her trust to someone so easily.
And Lin Jianheng herself was indeed very cautious. When she first returned to this world, she didn’t even trust Jian Lingxuan until Jian Lingxuan showed her that carefully preserved photo album.
Let alone Li Zhaoge. Lin Jianheng’s opinion of her fluctuated, basically depending on whether she sided with the royal family or with Lin Jianheng.
Why, then, did she trust this succubus of unknown origin—who had no memory, whose name might even be fake, and who was full of suspicious points—so much that she took her everywhere?
Was it really just because of love?
Li Zhaoge couldn’t guess randomly. Starting today, her status would be downgraded from fake fiancée to true knight.
“So this is what it means to like someone,” Lin Jianheng thought, picking up her teacup again. She had truly only ever felt this way for Yan Su.
“Why do you sound like you’ve only just realized?” Li Zhaoge tried to give Lin Jianheng a smile.
Actually, now that it was out in the open, she felt much more relaxed. This was the second-best outcome she could have imagined.
The best, of course, was that unspeakable, extravagant hope—that Lin Jianheng would accept her confession, and even if it was just a trial, they could be together for a few months.
The worst wasn’t even Lin Jianheng using the royal family’s power of life and death to execute her for her offense, but Lin Jianheng making her actions public, calling her disgusting, and cutting off all ties.
Li Zhaoge was prone to overthinking and had considered every possible scenario.
But Lin Jianheng just held her hand and said, thank you.
A smile shattered. Li Zhaoge’s mouth twitched, and she lowered her head.
“I really did just figure it out. The world I went to before left me with no concept of these things,” Lin Jianheng said, leaning forward slightly. “Are you okay?”
“…I’m fine. Little Highness, don’t look at me. It’s too pathetic.” How could she cry in front of Lin Jianheng?
It was too unsightly. She had only been rejected, and gently, forgivingly at that.
To avoid any misunderstanding, Lin Jianheng hadn’t even accepted the card, only read it carefully before returning it to her.
Lin Jianheng’s outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and she silently withdrew it.
Li Zhaoge was a knight; she had her own stubbornness and code.
She should respect that.
“Yes, Miss Knight,” Lin Jianheng sighed, turning her face away to look out the window.
There were no suppressed sobs in the private room, only the faint sound of breathing. The sunlight streamed in, brighter than on any other day.
Lin Jianheng gazed out for five minutes, giving Li Zhaoge enough time to compose herself.
She didn’t watch Li Zhaoge, so she didn’t see her trembling shoulders, her fingertips red from being clenched, or her disheveled hair.
“Let me take you back, Little Highness.” When she heard Li Zhaoge’s voice again, the form of address had changed.
Li Zhaoge’s heavenly voice was veiled in a layer of mist, muffled, weighing on one’s heart.
“To the company or home?” She raised her head. Only a faint, insignificant trace of red at the corner of her eye adorned her pathetic state.
“No need, my driver is waiting for me outside.” Lin Jianheng had already stood up.
“I hope you move on soon and meet the right person, Li Zhaoge.” She glanced back at Li Zhaoge once before gracefully exiting the room.
Like the sunlight outside, impartial and steady.
Li Zhaoge sat in the room for a long time. Only after the Alpha’s scent had completely vanished did she prepare to pay the bill.
But she was told that the bill for her room had already been paid.
After a moment of stunned silence, Li Zhaoge broke into a smile through her tears.
The Little Highness was truly the Little Highness.
Always composed, elegant, with a touch of ruthlessness, and decisive as lightning.
She wondered if she was also like this in front of Yan Su.
Left alone at home to face Song Qinghua and Jian Zunqiu, Yan Su was so nervous her tail was about to turn blue.
The two were especially enthusiastic, insisting on pulling her to sit on the sofa and watch TV with them.
Yan Su kept her head down the whole time, clutching her skirt, her tail trembling uncontrollably. It was really starting to change color.
“You’re a succubus, right?” Song Qinghua asked casually, sitting to Yan Su’s right and eating snacks.
“Yes, Mommy,” Yan Su replied, as formally as if she were answering a boss or a teacher.
“Good girl. Do you like our Jian Heng?” The second question was very difficult for Yan Su to answer.
“I, I’m just Master’s, uh, kitten…” Yan Su’s head was nearly buried in the ground.
Her upturned tail was limp, the base of its heart-shaped tip slightly blue.
“She’s not here, and we won’t tell her,” Song Qinghua said, amused.
After what Jian Lingxuan had said, she and Jian Zunqiu really thought Lin Jianheng and this succubus were already dating.
Turns out their little daughter was still being a scum Alpha.
This part was also like her. Song Qinghua was very satisfied.
Yan Su’s ears slowly turned red. The blue on her tail became more and more obvious.
It swayed left and right, attracting the attention of Jian Zunqiu, who was sitting to Yan Su’s left and continuously observing her.
A tail really was a good thing. She wondered if her daughter liked it. She really wanted to catch it. She’d have Song Qinghua wear one tonight.
“I, I, I…” Yan Su was so flustered by Song Qinghua that she started to stutter, a confused blue swirling in her eyes.
“Don’t bully the child, Qinghua,” Jian Zunqiu reminded her from the side.
If they made Yan Su cry and she complained to Lin Jianheng, Song Qinghua would have to go and apologize.
“Alright, alright. I won’t ask about that.” It was obvious anyway. If she didn’t like her, why would she be shy?
“Our Xiao Heng prefers someone more proactive,” Song Qinghua spoke up again after a moment, unable to watch these two who were clearly in love stumble around.
“It’s not quite the same as my preference. You can ask her mom.” After all, Lin Jianheng didn’t have their genes.
In some ways, she wasn’t very much like either of them.
Yan Su just had a “?” expression, looking adorably bewildered.
“No wonder she calls you a little cat.” Jian Zunqiu picked up a crystal fruit and touched it to the tip of Yan Su’s nose.
The person who had just said not to bully the child was now bullying Yan Su.
Yan Su froze on the spot, her mind shutting down.
When will Master come back and save me—
This must be the day Yan Su missed Lin Jianheng the most since falling for her.
“Actually, we don’t know what kind of person our daughter likes now.” After a long while, Jian Zunqiu finally took the crystal fruit away and popped it into Yan Su’s mouth.
Yan Su chewed mechanically, still looking like she had been thoroughly bullied.
“The person she used to like… you’ve probably heard, she had a fiancée. When they separated, Xiao Heng was in a very bad state. But we don’t really know what that person was like or how they got along. We only know what kind of people she rejected.” Jian Zunqiu finally offered some useful information.
Song Qinghua chimed in from the side. “Actually, I think it’d be fine if she took them all. No one said you can’t have multiple partners. It’s an open relationship, a matter of mutual consent.”
She was very supportive of their Little Highness having a large harem, but Lin Jianheng insisted on a one-on-one relationship.
And then the person ran off, and she cried her heart out.
Yan Su could say nothing but “…”
She didn’t want Master to have many lovers; it would be best if she had none at all.
Having her as a little pet was enough. With so many lovers, could she even mark them all?
“If she’s happy spending her life with one person, it’s none of your business. As for you, have you met a new ‘sister’ recently?” Jian Zunqiu glanced at Song Qinghua.
Song Qinghua shook her head, sweating profusely. “Of course not, my dear wife. You know me, I’ve been very well-behaved since we got married.”
“Um…” Yan Su finally came to her senses. At the very least, she couldn’t let her master’s parents argue in front of her.
“What did Master’s fiancée look like? Are there any photos or anything?” Yan Su didn’t really want to see.
The thought that this was Lin Jianheng’s first Omega made her heart ache unbearably.
She was only trying to mediate; Yan Su’s intentions were good.
“There are. I’ll find them for you.” Song Qinghua quickly took the opportunity to escape, searching on her optical computer.
Jian Zunqiu said nothing, but her glare made Song Qinghua shiver.
“Here. Speaking of which, her features are a bit similar to yours, but her hair and eye color are different, and she’s not a succubus.”
A photo was projected in the air, and Yan Su saw a very young Lin Jianheng.
Back then, she wasn’t as reserved and cautious as she was now; she was full of spirit, like a sail taking flight.
The person she had her arm around…
Really did look about thirty percent like her.
No, if she also dyed her hair brown and wore gray contacts, they would look more than thirty percent alike, at least fifty percent.
Yan Su couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild. Could this person Lin Jianheng first liked be a relative of hers?
But she was a succubus, so her relatives should be succubi too, right?
Then her thoughts returned once more to how Lin Jianheng and that person had met, and all the things they had done together.
“Hmm… they really do look alike. Could it be that our daughter just likes this look?” Song Qinghua studied the woman in the projection, then looked at Yan Su.
“It’s not impossible. Back when you…” Jian Zunqiu still hadn’t let Song Qinghua off the hook.
Before she could finish, Song Qinghua hastily covered her lips.
In a way that was not suitable for children.
Yan Su silently shrank to the side, not daring to open her eyes.
She was just thinking, if Master was willing to like her and mark her as a substitute, she would be very happy to.
After a fifteen-minute “fierce battle,” Jian Zunqiu reluctantly let Song Qinghua go.
Song Qinghua also sat beside her, no longer ganging up on Yan Su.
“Go for it, little kitty.” She ruffled Yan Su’s hair. “We have high hopes for you.”
Yan Su, with her blue tail, blushed. “Why?”
She didn’t think Master liked her. They were just master and pet.
She wanted to be a good little pet for Lin Jianheng, to provide her master with all sorts of services while her master fed her.
Their relationship was that simple. She was just the one who had unilaterally developed feelings that crossed the line, not expecting anything in return.
After all, her master was so wonderful, it was only normal for her heart to flutter.
“You’re a little blockhead too,” Song Qinghua sighed, not saying any more.
What was the use of her saying anything? The little one wouldn’t believe her anyway. After so many hints, she was still asking why. She’d just let these two blockhead darlings figure it out themselves.
Yan Su frowned slightly, feeling that her master’s mommy meant exactly what she thought she meant.
But she didn’t dare to guess wildly. Yan Su shifted a little to the side, grabbed her slowly fading tail, and reached for a crystal fruit.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Yan Su only looked up when she heard the doorbell; it clearly wasn’t Lin Jianheng returning.
Jian Zunqiu fell silent for a moment, and Song Qinghua sighed.
“Go open it.” Jian Zunqiu kicked Song Qinghua.
Now it was clear where Jian Lingxuan got her temperament from; she was a perfect combination of her two mothers.
Song Qinghua rubbed her waist and reluctantly opened the door.
As if it wasn’t their eldest daughter on the other side.
Jian Lingxuan glanced at her mommy, then peered into the room.
She saw her mom sitting next to Yan Su, still getting fruit for her.
Jian Lingxuan was instantly heartbroken. She thought that when her moms came home, they would at least try to break the two up.
How did they accept Yan Su so quickly?
She was now the only one in the family who opposed Lin Jianheng being with this shady succubus.
“Here to find your sister?” Song Qinghua led Jian Lingxuan inside.
Mainly because Jian Lingxuan’s personality was too much like hers, and many of her habits were learned from Jian Zunqiu, which meant that when the three of them were together, it was utter chaos. Adding Jian Heng to the mix made things much more harmonious.
Both mothers doted on Jian Heng more, and thankfully, so did Jian Lingxuan.
“Yes. I knew if you two came back, you’d definitely be staying at her place.” The implication was that she also intended to see her two moms.
“Of course, we’re staying here just fine. What do you need her for?” Song Qinghua watched Jian Lingxuan expertly sit down on the sofa, guessing she came over often, and threw a cushion at her.
Jian Lingxuan caught it and placed it behind her back. “Work. She negotiated a project and won’t do it herself, expecting me to do it for her?”
Jian Lingxuan was indeed here to drag her to work. She was speechless. Lin Jianheng herself had said she would handle the project well. She was busy catching the traitor; how could she have time to work on a project at the same time?
“What else?” Jian Zunqiu and Song Qinghua looked at Jian Lingxuan and said in unison.
“…” Jian Lingxuan wanted to cry. She knew these two were biased!
“I’m too busy!”
“Figure it out yourself.”
“She promised me!”
“Don’t exploit your younger sister.”
Jian Lingxuan threw the pillow back in Song Qinghua’s face. Was this her sister or her ancestor?
Actually, in terms of seniority and status, Lin Jianheng was indeed Jian Lingxuan’s ancestor. As a member of the royal family, Jian Lingxuan couldn’t just order her around.
Jian Heng had never emphasized this status at home, so Jian Lingxuan hadn’t made a point of remembering it.
“Then Mommy, you help me. I’m really too busy.” Jian Lingxuan desperately grabbed Song Qinghua.
Song Qinghua held her hand, about to refuse.
But on second thought, it did make sense.
She was free, and Jian Lingxuan had told them what she was working on recently.
“Fine. I’ll go.” Song Qinghua pushed Jian Lingxuan back.
Jian Lingxuan hadn’t expected her mommy to agree so easily. Before she could be happy, she sensed a conspiracy and looked at Song Qinghua suspiciously.
Song Qinghua was unfazed, picking up her bag and preparing to leave.
Yan Su suddenly stood up and, before anyone could react, rushed to the door.
The door was opened only a second later.
This was a true kitten, with such sharp senses, especially attentive to her master.
Before Lin Jianheng had even finished opening the door, Yan Su eagerly threw herself into her arms.
She sniffed carefully, determined to drive away all of Li Zhaoge’s scent.
Lin Jianheng hugged her, her heart blooming.
It was an unprecedented joy, even though they had been apart for less than two hours.
So this was what it was like to love someone.
“Sister Yan.” Lin Jianheng ignored everyone else in the house, burying her face in the crook of Yan Su’s neck.
It was a scent she was familiar with and loved the most. A natural body fragrance mixed with Yan Su’s pheromones, combined with her red hair, made Lin Jianheng feel as if she were in a sea of peach blossoms.
“I’m back.” After a long moment, she finally pulled away, greeting Yan Su first before saying hello to her mothers.
Only then did she look at Jian Lingxuan, pulling Yan Su back a step. “I’m not free today. Tell them it’s a day off.”
“…” Jian Lingxuan’s face completely darkened. It was bad enough that she didn’t greet her, but she was also acting like she was facing a great enemy and refusing to work.
Wasn’t this project Lin Jianheng’s idea?
“It’s okay, sweetie, Mommy will help you.” Song Qinghua had already taken on the task, patting Lin Jianheng’s head.
She also patted Yan Su’s head for good measure.
Yan Su shrank down like a cat, looking shorter from the pat.
“I’ll go take a look around the company too. See who’s so bold.” Jian Zunqiu, who had been sipping tea on the sofa, also stood up, not intending to disturb her daughter and her little cat.
The two would surely be affectionate after being reunited. This Yan Su seemed more reliable than that ex-fiancée, and her daughter liked her.
She should give them a chance.
“Mom, you’re coming too?” Jian Lingxuan was slightly nervous, then immediately relieved.
She had been in charge for five years at most, and her prestige still couldn’t compare to the previous chairman, Jian Zunqiu.
If Jian Zunqiu made an appearance, some of the traitors might just kneel and beg for mercy on their own.
Not to mention a small project. The project team wouldn’t dare to have any complaints about Lin Jianheng.
“Of course. You’ve run into trouble, so I definitely have to come and laugh at you,” she said with a straight face, earning an emphatic “Mom—” from Jian Lingxuan.
“Just kidding. I’ll help you if there’s a problem. Let’s go.” Jian Zunqiu put one arm around Song Qinghua and grabbed Jian Lingxuan with the other.
Yan Su silently bid them farewell, laughing to herself. Even Master’s sister had a day where she was dragged out.
The door closed again, and the air suddenly fell silent.
Only then did Yan Su realize that a warm presence was clinging to her back; Lin Jianheng was still hugging her, unwilling to let go.
“Sister.” This is the person I love. Lin Jianheng rested her head on Yan Su’s shoulder, her cheek pressing stickily against hers.
“Sister Yan, Sister Kitty,” Lin Jianheng called out, one name after another. The feeling of love intensified as she listened to Yan Su’s breathing.
Yan Su tilted her head slightly, her eyelashes lowered as she looked at her.
Her sweet fragrance flowed from her body to Lin Jianheng with every breath.
I like her so much. Lin Jianheng couldn’t help but bury her head and nuzzle.
No wonder Yan Su always liked to nuzzle her like this. Acting spoiled with the person you like really brought a sense of happiness.
“Master…” Yan Su was starting to feel a little ticklish from the nuzzling.
She sensed that Lin Jianheng was different.
In the past, although Lin Jianheng liked to hold and hug her, they were never this close.
Today, Lin Jianheng was so clingy it was as if she wanted to merge into her flesh and blood, to become a part of her.
Yan Su’s heart suddenly tightened. She couldn’t believe her own thoughts.
She actually felt that Lin Jianheng’s clinginess right now stemmed from the same reason as her own.
Love.
She loved Lin Jianheng, a deep and true love. She was willing to be devoured by her, willing to do anything for her.
But did Lin Jianheng love her?
How could that be possible? This was her master; there was no way she could love her…
Yan Su’s hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms, but the pain couldn’t compare to the turmoil in her heart.
“Mmm, Sister. I really…” The words “I really like you” almost came out of Lin Jianheng’s mouth.
But she bit her tongue in time, not daring to say the words aloud.
Before she was aware of her own orientation, she used to tell people she liked them all the time.
She had even said it to her best friend hundreds of times. Xu Yuantong had once asked her about it very seriously, and she had reined it in a bit after that, but not by much.
She had also said it many times to the girls who had liked her. Thinking back now, their reactions had been a bit strange; they were probably just shy.
But now that she truly liked someone, she didn’t dare to say it.
Lin Jianheng despised her own cowardice.
Yan Su has heard it before, just say it. She’ll be happy.
Lin Jianheng just didn’t know if Yan Su actually liked her back.
It would be wonderful if they both felt the same way.
“It smells so good,” Lin Jianheng said, changing the subject at the last second.
The meaning twisted and changed.
“How does it smell so good?” But Yan Su turned around, held Lin Jianheng’s hand, and stared into her eyes without blinking.
She wanted to know.
Her azure eyes were clear pools, filled with complex emotions, a swirling sea of color.
Lin Jianheng looked at the unusually insistent Yan Su, momentarily at a loss for words.
In the past, she would have said at least ten sentences. When complimenting a girl, no amount of words was too many.
Besides, she truly loved the scent on Yan Su, both for the floral fragrance itself and because of her affection, her attachment to the Omega she had marked.
Now, with this different kind of love, Lin Jianheng was tongue-tied.
“It just… it just smells really good.” Lin Jianheng took a step back, and Yan Su advanced again.
“Master always says things like that.” Yan Su tried to be patient.
But what Song Qinghua and the others had said earlier, combined with Lin Jianheng’s unusual reaction right now, gave Yan Su a certain hint.
She shifted her gaze, the light in her eyes dimming. She really couldn’t wait any longer. If she wasn’t given an answer, she wanted to find it herself.
Starting with… Master.
“But you won’t tell me what scent it is. Master is so mean.” She had already backed Lin Jianheng against the door.
A wave of her hand would unlock it, and the door would dissolve into particles, exposing them to the hallway.
It was in this situation that Yan Su peeled away half of her skirt.
Her shoulder was half-bare, the gentle curve of her form smooth and elegant.
Her collarbones were as deep as ever; Lin Jianheng hadn’t managed to fatten her up one bit after all this time.
“Master, come and confirm it.” Yan Su took Lin Jianheng’s hand, this time leaving no room for argument.
She led it to her own shoulder.
“Does it smell good here, or here?” Then…
“Or does Master think… this is the most fragrant place?” She guided Lin Jianheng’s hand, brushing aside her red hair.
The movement was small. It was hard to sweep all her hair away while leading her hand.
It was this indistinct state that enticed Lin Jianheng, making her truly want to lean in, take a sniff, and give Yan Su an answer.
Her remaining rationality held Lin Jianheng back, making her think: What was Yan Su doing?
Was this an invitation for sex? Or… a hint of mutual feelings?
Did Yan Su know that she liked her?
Could she know? She must know. Lin Jianheng felt like the whole world could see it—Li Zhaoge, Xu Yuantong, her mothers, her sister…
As the direct recipient of her affection, how could Yan Su not know?
Was this her way of rejecting her?
Was she restating that they only had a physical relationship, that they were just master and pet?
Lin Jianheng bit her tongue.
She didn’t want to only have that kind of relationship with Yan Su.
Lin Jianheng tried to pull her hand back, but the usually weak Yan Su gripped her wrist tightly, causing a sharp pain.
“Sister?” As far as she could remember, apart from involuntary scratches in the heat of the moment, this was the first time Yan Su had been so rough with her.
“I can’t wait, Master.” Yan Su’s blue eyes were colder than usual.
Lin Jianheng didn’t know what she had been through.
If their information was symmetrical, the answer everyone was hoping for was obvious.
But right now, neither of them intended to communicate.
“Yan Su doesn’t want to wait anymore. Master, my good master. Can you tell Yan Su, where exactly does it smell so good?” What Yan Su was asking about was not a scent.
Lin Jianheng frowned and exerted a little force.
She wasn’t malnourished, after all. After breaking free, she turned the tables, pinning Yan Su where she had just been.
“You want to know that badly?” Lin Jianheng said, ripping off the remaining buttons.
A considerable amount of violence flowed in her veins. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had the desire to tear, bite, and devour.
She was not a weak master who would tolerate defiance.
She would use her actions to tell Yan Su that she was the master.
She was the one in control, the one who would not allow Yan Su to leave.
Her love carried so much malice.
Yet she hoped Yan Su would accept her.
If not at this moment, then there would come a time when Yan Su would be willing.
Lin Jianheng bit down on Yan Su’s shoulder.
And applied pressure.
“Hiss…” Yan Su sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting today’s treatment to be so intense.
Why does it hurt so much…
She gasped for air, her eyelashes fluttering.
Perhaps only her gland was suited for being bitten open.
Perhaps she couldn’t satisfy her master’s desire to devour her.
Before Yan Su could think of a more realistic “perhaps,” Lin Jianheng released her, leaving a deep, reddish-blue bite mark that hadn’t broken the skin.
“Sister, I’ll tell you.” Lin Jianheng released her earlier displeasure, finally feeling tender toward her beloved again.
They weren’t lovers yet.
She would make Yan Su her lover, even if it cost her something.
Even if… she had to use dirty tricks.
Lin Jianheng stroked Yan Su’s hair, cupped her face, and licked her cheek.
“You smell so good when you cry.” Then she whispered in Yan Su’s ear, continuing her cheetah-like licking.
Her tongue was always wider than Yan Su’s, easily sweeping away the tear tracks that had just streamed down her face.
“Was someone bullying you? Master will get revenge for you.” Lin Jianheng hid her true thoughts—You’re only allowed to cry for me.
Only she could bully Yan Su to tears. How could anyone else touch her little cat?
“No, no one…” Yan Su hadn’t expected Lin Jianheng to torment her like this.
Yes, torment. Lin Jianheng’s actions were too stimulating; Yan Su couldn’t take it.
But Lin Jianheng had her pinned, her hands gripping her thighs.
She couldn’t even achieve friction; her only solace was in Lin Jianheng’s…
Tongue.
Lin Jianheng licked behind her ear.
“Your ears smell so good every time you’re aroused.” And not just licking.
Lin Jianheng bit down on the poor, blood-engorged flesh. The translucent tip of her ear was caught firmly between her teeth, pressing together and sending shivers down Yan Su’s spine.
“You smell good when you tremble, too, Sister. Are you scared, or excited?” Lin Jianheng then licked Yan Su’s hair.
It still had a hint of conditioner, a very raw scent.
But Yan Su found it inexplicably erotic. Her master truly possessed her, not even sparing a single strand of hair.
“And your hidden gland, too.” Inadvertently, Lin Jianheng had already reached the nape of her neck.
“Why are you hiding it? Don’t you want Master to bite it?” Lin Jianheng sniffed.
Her gland was coaxed into releasing pheromones.
The scent of honey pear overpowered the fragrance of peach and rose, sweetly inviting Lin Jianheng to take a bite.
She did indeed bite down, but not hard enough to break the skin.
She only lapped up a little of the overflowing pheromones.
Yan Su was already a mess. If Lin Jianheng weren’t holding her, she would have certainly slid to the floor in a puddle.
“I don’t not want it, for Master…” Yan Su’s waist was grabbed by Lin Jianheng, and a warmth spread from her tattoo.
“Yan Su’s… everything of Yan Su’s belongs to Master. Whatever Master wants to do…” Yan Su didn’t regret her earlier boldness.
Even if it was just for “sustenance.”
The spiritual sustenance of being close to Lin Jianheng.
Perhaps… her master really did like her.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have reacted so strongly to her small actions.
“You’re right, little cat.” Lin Jianheng was very pleased with Yan Su’s self-awareness.
At least, even if Yan Su wouldn’t become her lover, she would still be her pet.
“You are mine.” Lin Jianheng’s hand moved lower.
“Wait for me right here.” Lin Jianheng casually tore off a piece of Yan Su’s sleeve and tied it around her eyes.
“Be good.” Then, Yan Su only heard the sound of footsteps walking away.
This was the entryway…
Yan Su slid down weakly, unsure of what she was leaning against.
If Lin Jianheng’s mothers suddenly realized they had forgotten something and came back, they would open the door and see her…
And she wouldn’t even be able to see who it was. Her vision was obscured, and she was unwilling to cheat by using her spiritual power.
This was a game between her and her master. What was the point of cheating?
She would do whatever her master wanted her to do. That was what made a good little cat worthy of being loved.
Yan Su’s heart beat faster and faster as she waited.
She couldn’t control the speculation.
To react so strongly to my probing…
Could it be that my master likes me too?
Yan Su’s breathing quickened, her wings brushing against the door.
She heard the click of a door closing.
Yan Su’s heart clenched. Her master was coming back—
However, after waiting for five minutes, Yan Su still didn’t detect any footsteps.
The loss of sight made everything terrifying.
The slightest breeze made her skin crawl and sweat pour.
From between her legs.
At the same time, she anticipated Lin Jianheng’s return even more.
What she didn’t know was that Lin Jianheng had teleported.
The sound of the door was intentional, and she made no sound when she touched the ground.
At this very moment, she was standing right in front of Yan Su.
Watching as Yan Su’s breathing painted her face persimmon red.
Her wings and ears trembled along with her.
The floor was a mess.
Then, just as Yan Su could wait no longer, so lonely that tears slid down her cheeks…
Lin Jianheng suddenly bent down and began to assess her qualifications.
“Mmph!” Yan Su couldn’t control herself and nearly fell backward.
She hadn’t even sensed her master’s arrival. She truly deserved to be punished.
It was only right for her master to treat her this way.
Lin Jianheng caught her, preventing her from falling.
She scrambled back into Lin Jianheng’s arms, only to have her ear bitten again.
“A little cat like this smells good too.” It was as if she were truly savoring Yan Su, biting with extreme focus.
“Master’s little cat will agree to anything Master wants, right?” Even being bullied like this.
“Mmm… yes, yes, Master…” Yan Su clung tightly to Lin Jianheng’s shoulders, tears streaming down her face.
She could feel Lin Jianheng carrying her, moving, but she didn’t know where they were going.
Yan Su felt them turn a corner. It had to be their bedroom, right?
In fact, though Yan Su couldn’t see, Lin Jianheng had taken her to the floor-to-ceiling window.
She pressed her entire body against the glass.
Then, she removed her “blindfold.”
Yan Su was completely pinned by Lin Jianheng, unable to struggle or retreat.
She twitched her tail, leaning uneasily against the glass.
Two minutes ago, when she saw her predicament, she was so scared she gushed…
No one would see her like this. But she could see everything outside.
She could also vaguely see her own reflection, her flattened curves and the markings plastered against the glass.
And… the one part of her that wasn’t pressed flat, which was currently being tormented.
“Coming to me with your hips raised. The little cat missed me a lot, huh.”
“Yes, Yan Su missed you, missed you so much…” Yan Su lowered her head, able to see the wetness.
“I missed you when I was crying just now,” Yan Su responded to Lin Jianheng’s earlier words.
“I miss you every time I’m aroused.”
“Continue,” Lin Jianheng encouraged her, with…
“…Yan Su’s pheromones, they’re all… missing you. They’re all yours, please take them away, sob…” Yan Su could barely speak.
Lin Jianheng usually didn’t let her talk. Why was she acting so out of character today?
But Yan Su found that she was just as captivated by this out-of-character Lin Jianheng.
She liked every version of Lin Jianheng.
The gentle, the soft, the ruthless, the one who knew no bounds…
Lin Jianheng satisfied her every preference, molding her into all sorts of shapes.
They made their way to the bedroom.
Lured by Yan Su, Lin Jianheng had lost her outer clothes at some point.
She was kissing Yan Su, from her forehead to the base of her ear.
Deepening her confirmation of love through kisses.
She was now completely certain of her love for Yan Su.
No matter how much she liked Xu Yuantong, she could never fall in love with kissing her. No matter how much she liked her roommate, she wouldn’t want to caress her lips every day.
But she felt all of these things for Yan Su.
Sex was the lowest dividing line between friendship and love. Lin Jianheng understood this now.
Then, what about Yan Su?
Did Yan Su desire her? Did she like her body?
Or did she only like the pleasure her fingers brought?
Lin Jianheng wanted to know.
Yan Su was now very docile after her “training.”
She was no longer the inexplicably aggressive person she had been at the beginning.
She leaned in Lin Jianheng’s arms, waiting for her every move, letting Lin Jianheng comb her hair or kiss her, or do even more excessive things.
She was as obedient as a rag doll.
But Lin Jianheng wanted to know her inner world even more.
It seemed that every time, Yan Su was the one to initiate things.
But did sex like this mean love to Yan Su?
If she thought they were lovers, was this their normal way of interacting?
Lin Jianheng still hadn’t remembered what happened with her ex-fiancée.
But she was sure that these questions didn’t come from a lack of relationship experience, but from a habit formed over 25 years.
“Sister.” Lin Jianheng squeezed Yan Su’s shoulder.
The first step was always embarrassing.
“Do you want to…” She exhaled, turning Yan Su to face her.
Yan Su stared into Lin Jianheng’s eyes, reading her needs.
“If Master needs it.” Yan Su prepared to open her mouth.
“It’s not about need.” Lin Jianheng had to make it clear.
Yan Su couldn’t latch on, tilting her head.
“It’s not about need… I just want to know, do you want to?” They were the same.
If her love meant desire, then did Yan Su’s love also include desire for her? Was she just too shy to say it because of their relationship?
Yan Su looked into Lin Jianheng’s amber eyes.
Today’s master was truly strange.
When she came home, she was like glue, holding her and not letting go.
She wanted to say something, but replaced it with “it smells so good.”
When she tried to probe, she was met with a rough counterattack, receiving a series of “training” sessions from afternoon to sunset.
Now they were resting, a time when they should be cuddling and kissing.
But Lin Jianheng was opening her heart, inviting her to an encounter.
And it wasn’t even a command.
Yan Su hesitated, but her hand had already reached out.
She closed her eyes, wanting to be bold for once.
She thought Lin Jianheng’s hint was obvious.
She wanted to tell Lin Jianheng.
“I do.” She always had.
It wasn’t to suppress Lin Jianheng, nor was it to display some empty sense of superiority.
She would always be Lin Jianheng’s little cat, controlled by Lin Jianheng.
It was simply to make Lin Jianheng happy.
Yan Su knew very well how much sensory stimulation such an act could provide.
She hoped Lin Jianheng could also experience the same level of pleasure as her.
“I really want to, Master. Yan Su has always wanted to help you.” Yan Su craved this opportunity to serve.
Now, Lin Jianheng had finally bestowed it upon her.
What an honor it was to be able to serve and be loyal to her goddess.
“Thank you, Master.” Yan Su leaned in and kissed her.
“I’ll make Master feel good.”
Yan Su had even studied this subject.
She was more methodical and agile than Lin Jianheng.
Lin Jianheng grabbed Yan Su’s hair, suppressing her voice, experiencing something she had never imagined.
Jian Heng wasn’t keen on this kind of pleasure. From her old memories, Lin Jianheng had only had a few brief moments of self-pleasure.
Having someone she liked help her was on a completely different level.
Doing this with a woman, being done by a woman, didn’t disgust Lin Jianheng at all.
On the contrary, it actually felt very good.
The chances of getting sick were much lower. It was clean and quick.
Yan Su understood her better and wouldn’t make her uncomfortable.
“Sister…” She was also beginning to understand why Yan Su reacted the way she did.
Or, what kind of feeling would bring what kind of words.
In the future, they would be more harmonious, more like a pair of lovers.
Like…?
She would make “like” a reality.
Yan Su had never said that her saliva also contained pheromones.
And the taste would be slightly different, the energy more abundant. It was actually more suitable than the gland.
It was just that marking was the most convenient and provided the largest quantity.
This was the first time Yan Su had the opportunity to taste Lin Jianheng’s pheromones.
Directly with her tongue.
She cherished it, unwilling to waste a single drop.
If Lin Jianheng had also been wearing a posture corrector, her second reading would be fluctuating wildly right now, like a roller coaster.
“Sister, Sister Yan…” Lin Jianheng seemed to want to say something, but on the verge, she couldn’t speak.
She thought that by not letting Yan Su speak before, she had actually been making things easier for her.
Today, perhaps because she had just confirmed her feelings, she had been a bit too hasty and mean, always asking Yan Su questions and demanding answers.
Maybe she would change next time.
Or maybe she would do it on purpose.
Lin Jianheng sank into a dizzying haze.
Perhaps this was her first time…
Too bad Yan Su didn’t know.
Otherwise, she would probably be so excited she’d fly up into the air, holding Lin Jianheng.
Turning off the faucet, the day came to an end.
Lin Jianheng estimated the time. They would have to start at noon to barely finish at a reasonable bedtime.
Lin Jianheng flopped onto Yan Su’s back with a thud.
Yan Su picked her up and carried her back to bed.
Today, Lin Jianheng was both tired and had been put through a lot.
She had also given a lot of pheromones, and her emotions had fluctuated greatly.
She naturally gave herself a day off.
Her mothers had returned two hours earlier. At that time, Lin Jianheng was still in the bedroom being attended to by Yan Su, so she could only let Yan Su open the door.
Yan Su went out wrapped in a bathrobe, opened the door, said hello, and ran back.
Jian Zunqiu and Song Qinghua quickly returned to their room.
Now that they were finished, the two were probably asleep.
So Lin Jianheng didn’t go out to disturb them, just whimpered and snuggled into Yan Su’s arms.
She was even clingier than usual. For a moment, Yan Su thought their roles had been reversed today.
As if she were Lin Jianheng’s “master” and mommy.
She was taking care of Lin Jianheng, comforting her, feeding her.
“Sister~” Lin Jianheng naturally reached out, hugged Yan Su, and pulled her down.
She planted a kiss on Yan Su’s lips.
Yan Su’s lips were still a little numb, forced to accept Lin Jianheng’s messy chewing.
“Mmph-ster.” She couldn’t even speak clearly.
Lin Jianheng gnawed for a while, then flipped on top, pressing against Yan Su.
Lying on top of her, her eyes shone brightly as she looked at her.
Her eyes held many small emotions that Yan Su didn’t dare to confirm.
Like stars. Yan Su wanted to reach out, but she was afraid that what she saw was a reflection in the water, shattering at her touch.
But Lin Jianheng took the initiative to press against her palm.
She really, really liked Yan Su. Lin Jianheng absorbed the precious warmth on a cool night approaching winter.
They had lowered the room temperature a bit, not just because of the exercise.
But also to give each other a reasonable excuse to embrace.
Yan Su carefully wrapped her arms around Lin Jianheng. Lin Jianheng planted a loud kiss on the tip of her nose.
Things were really a little different.
Yan Su couldn’t say exactly how, but she had that intuition.
In the past few days, Lin Jianheng’s kindness was like sunlight shining everywhere.
Today, it was more like a moon that belonged only to her. Gentle, intense, just a single beam, yet it could drape a coat over her.
“Master…” They were having a meaningless conversation.
It was just her calling Lin Jianheng.
And Lin Jianheng calling her back.
The two of them could chat for half an hour just by calling each other’s names.
Half an hour later, Yan Su had warmed Lin Jianheng’s entire body. Lin Jianheng suddenly sat up.
Yan Su looked up. Her sense of security vanished the moment she lost the warmth. “Master?”
“Wait a second.” Lin Jianheng rummaged through many places before finally taking out a simplified version of the posture corrector.
It was just a pair of wrist cuffs and a thinner, shorter chain.
Lin Jianheng returned to the bed, blocking the moonlight from the window.
Yan Su looked up at her, as if gazing at the moon.
She saw Lin Jianheng’s brown hair turn the white of moonlight.
Her clear eyes were veiled by the black of night, yet they still reflected her own image.
And this chain of unknown meaning.
“Can we put this on together?” Lin Jianheng handed it to Yan Su.
Ah… did Master want to control her, to lead her?
Yan Su took the handcuffs and, without a trace of hesitation, fastened one to her own wrist.
Master didn’t have to ask; she could just lock her up.
She would be happy either way.
She was her master’s hopelessly devoted little cat, a one-sided, humble partner.
With just one command from her master, whether it was to be a dog, a substitute, or her exclusive prisoner, Yan Su would agree.
Yan Su was about to put the other one on herself.
She could actually wear it on her neck.
It would be uncomfortable to sleep in, but as long as she could be led by Lin Jianheng, what did that discomfort matter?
But Lin Jianheng took the other side.
Under the moonlight, in Yan Su’s astonished, sea-blue eyes…
She fastened it to her own wrist.
Lin Jianheng knelt on the bed and turned her wrist.
The chain clinked, and Yan Su’s wrist felt a sharp sting.
Yan Su swallowed, her pulse accelerating.
Lin Jianheng also felt the sudden heat from the other end.
So Lin Jianheng raised her hand and pulled Yan Su up.
As if dangling her, letting her hang in the moonlight, as if dead.
Then she wrapped her arm around her waist, releasing the restraint.
And kissed her on the lips.
Yan Su’s fingertips trembled slightly.
Even though they shared the same restraint…
She was still under Lin Jianheng’s control.
This was good enough.
The two of them fell down together. Only the moonlight cast their long shadows, intertwined, endlessly lingering.
Three in the morning.
Lin Jianheng opened her eyes and wanted to get up, but accidentally tugged on the chain on her hand.
It was the proof she had demanded in her insecurity, the source of her sense of security.
Lin Jianheng exhaled. She was more clear-headed now than before.
She quietly unfastened it, planning to put it back on when she returned.
Actually, she had originally planned to find a red string to wrap around their ring fingers.
Like a ring, how romantic.
But she couldn’t find one.
Then she thought of hair. Tying their hair together in a knot, and they would be wives.
But hair was too fragile, breaking with a slight pull.
Lin Jianheng didn’t want their fate to be broken, so in the end, she chose the strongest chain.
She went to the bathroom, washed her face, and squatted down, looking at the “pheromones” on her underwear.
She chuckled softly, thinking she was quite cute.
She had been interested in Yan Su so early on, yet she had been fooled by an explanation.
She expertly disposed of the evidence. On her optical computer, Xu Yuantong had replied to her message.
【You’re asking me if your succubus likes you? My god, Jianzi, you’re really a blockhead!】
Xu Yuantong was staying up late, feeling frustrated for her friend.
Lin Jianheng wasn’t the only one sleeping lightly tonight.
Yan Su opened her eyes in bed and subconsciously reached for the person at the other end of the chain. When she couldn’t find her, she was instantly awake.
She had a bad dream, seemingly about her past.
Now, fear enveloped her heart, bringing with it a wave of nausea.
Yan Su pressed on her abdomen, and suddenly, the sensation felt wrong.
Yan Su frowned in silence.
Then, she sent out a thread of spiritual power, probing her own abdomen.
She had never thought before that her abnormality these past two days had another reason.
It was just that she had been malnourished before, but succubi had naturally strong recovery abilities. Even if her body was a little weak, she wouldn’t be sick all day long.
Let alone vomiting.
Yan Su trembled, her spiritual power inching forward with effort.
Little by little, it explored her lower abdomen.
She saw—
Two eggs lay in her uterus.
They were of different sizes. It was very early.
Yan Su remained in that position, completely frozen.
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