Jian Lingxuan was still muddled from sleep.
When Lin Jianheng was heading to the office, she “happened” to run into a gloating Jian Lingxuan in the hallway and found her an unbearable sight.
“Didn’t Sister-in-law come with you?” Lin Jianheng couldn’t resist asking from a distance, meeting Jian Lingxuan’s show-offish gaze.
She avoided getting too close to Jian Lingxuan, lest she be unable to stop herself from kicking her, or get rubbed on by the overly excited woman.
“She can’t get out of bed.” Jian Lingxuan restrained herself for a good while to keep her expression from looking too perverted.
Lin Jianheng fell silent for a moment.
It was a struggle for her to act human, but her self-healing ability was strong.
She had never managed to make Yan Su unable to get out of bed. What a pity.
“Sister, I’d advise you to be careful.” Lin Jianheng couldn’t stand Jian Lingxuan’s smugness and just had to rain on her parade.
“Careful of what? She’s perfectly safe, just lying at home. What could happen?” This was the first time she had successfully topped her, and she’d even left a mark.
She had used an inhibitor, so there was no fear of pregnancy. Jian Lingxuan’s mark was deep, as if venting years of resentment.
Lu Yuanchen’s expression at the time had been subtle. It seemed to be painful, yet there was a hint of dark pleasure, like a struggling butterfly, her eyelashes fluttering constantly.
The marking lasted a long time. Jian Lingxuan had even filled her until her own pheromones overflowed.
She had also drained all the pheromones Lu Yuanchen had left on her. Finally achieving a normal pheromone exchange, Jian Lingxuan’s sleep quality had improved significantly.
“I mean, be careful she doesn’t wear you out like this after she recovers.” After saying her piece, Lin Jianheng pulled Yan Su into the elevator, leaving Jian Lingxuan standing there alone. She stood stunned for two minutes before letting out a frustrated groan.
She had been far more excessive than Lu Yuanchen.
Lu Yuanchen was very restrained; no matter how far she went, it was never more than five times.
Compared to Jian Lingxuan, that was already considered moderate, not to mention compared to Lin Jianheng and Yan Su.
Those two, taking advantage of the succubus’s good constitution, went at it an terrifying number of times each day, with plenty of variety.
Role-playing was a regular occurrence. And then there were the toys.
This world only had two sexes and no sexual shame. Toys for pleasing women were displayed openly in shops, with new styles and colors released rapidly, and sizes that were constantly pushing the limits.
Sometimes, when Yan Su couldn’t take any more, Lin Jianheng would lie down obediently, but it would still not be over in just two hours.
If Jian Lingxuan knew, she would have attributed it to them still being in their honeymoon phase. She and Lu Yuanchen had known each other for over a decade and had been officially dating for seven or eight years; it was normal for that kind of passion to have faded.
But Jian Lingxuan overlooked one thing. She and Lu Yuanchen had never been this wild, not even at the beginning.
In this respect, Lu Yuanchen was still very restrained and treated Jian Lingxuan well. And because of that, Jian Lingxuan was now afraid of Lu Yuanchen’s retaliation.
If it was based on the intensity of last night…
She didn’t dare to think about it.
Jian Lingxuan quietly slipped back into her office. In truth, Lu Yuanchen wasn’t at home today; she had carried her to the office.
It was true that she couldn’t get out of bed.
Lu Yuanchen was sprawled on the sofa. Usually, she was just too lazy to walk, but today she truly couldn’t move. Her whole body ached. Especially her gland; Jian Lingxuan had clung to her and gnawed on it like a dog for a long time, and it was still red, swollen, and unbearably sore.
“Honey.” Jian Lingxuan crept over to Lu Yuanchen’s side.
Lu Yuanchen didn’t even lift an eyelid, simply draping an arm over Jian Lingxuan’s shoulder. “I want pastries.”
It seemed she wasn’t holding a grudge. Jian Lingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and obediently took out the chilled pudding and two peach blossom crisps.
Lu Yuanchen opened her arms, and Jian Lingxuan happily fed her, just like a big, fluffy dog that loves to nuzzle its owner after doing something that pleased it.
Unfortunately, her owner was not so easily handled.
Jian Lingxuan was later subjected to her partner’s revenge, bullied so badly that she couldn’t even curse at Lin Jianheng, her voice hoarse. But that’s a story for another time.
Her chest felt a bit swollen. A few days before leaving Capital Star, Yan Su woke up feeling something was off. Pressing it for a while didn’t help.
Her legs were still draped over Lin Jianheng’s, pressed tightly together.
This was a certain habit Yan Su had recently developed.
Every morning after waking up, she would laze in bed. When Lin Jianheng opened her eyes, she would either get entangled with her, or hold her, caressing or kissing her.
Yan Su would tremble in response. In the past, her master hadn’t paid special attention to her legs; the stimulation was concentrated on her upper body.
Yan Su’s entire body craved Lin Jianheng’s touch, which was how she came up with this method.
Lin Jianheng groggily opened her eyes and instinctively reached out for a feel.
It had become a habit.
Yan Su’s skin was smoother and more delicate than a baby’s, her vast expanses of snow-white skin like satin.
Waking up to such a beauty every day could improve anyone’s mood.
Yan Su couldn’t control her senses. She wanted to pull back, but Lin Jianheng held her tight.
She greatly enjoyed this feeling of feigned resistance, her breaths coming in soft, broken gasps.
Once their daily routine reached this point, they were supposed to embrace and give each other a good morning kiss.
But Yan Su’s chest still felt uncomfortable.
“Master, wake up.” Yan Su was no longer like before, hiding her pain from Lin Jianheng and bearing it alone, thinking that wasn’t how a loyal subordinate should act.
Now, the slightest discomfort had her chirping and bothering Lin Jianheng, clinging to her, demanding to be coaxed with kisses and hugs.
Yan Su had evolved. In a good way.
Lin Jianheng loved her dependence, whether it was intentional or unconscious.
“What is it, little kitten?” Lin Jianheng wasn’t fully awake. She opened her arms, releasing Yan Su’s legs to wrap around her body instead.
The babies were three months old; their journey inside their mother was already halfway through.
By now, Yan Su’s lower abdomen had a noticeable swell, and others could tell she was pregnant when she walked down the street.
This world was different from Lin Jianheng’s previous one. Here, the physical changes caused by pregnancy were not something to be hidden.
Yan Su still wore her exquisite, form-fitting dresses daily, and the people she passed on the street only offered her their blessings.
At this moment, as Lin Jianheng gently pressed against Yan Su’s abdomen, she could feel a warm, soft mound there.
As they pressed closely together, Lin Jianheng’s own stomach was indented by the swell.
The sensation was unexpected for Lin Jianheng; it felt as if she and Yan Su were sharing the experience, gestating life together.
“My chest is swollen.” Yan Su shifted into a more comfortable position in Lin Jianheng’s arms.
Her master was holding her. So it didn’t matter if she felt unwell; her master would help her fix it.
“Hmm, did we play with fire yesterday?” She had indeed been nursing for a while yesterday…
But she hadn’t struggled for more than a few minutes when she got up, so it shouldn’t be that, right?
“I don’t know. Master… would you like to help me take a look?” Yan Su pressed tightly against Lin Jianheng’s shoulder, but took her hand.
The two of them worked their hands into the gap, and Yan Su pressed Lin Jianheng’s hand, making her fingertips pinch the button of her nightgown.
Yan Su loved Lin Jianheng’s dress shirts, and she loved the feeling of Lin Jianheng unbuttoning them one by one even more.
After noticing this, Lin Jianheng had changed the sleepwear at home to a similar style.
Because the rate of wear and tear was a bit high, the wardrobe in Yan Su’s room was now full of spare nightgowns.
Lin Jianheng subconsciously undid the first button before she reacted.
She was a little unsure whether Yan Su wanted to… or if she was genuinely uncomfortable enough to need her to check.
“Sister, are you really uncomfortable?” But Lin Jianheng still pressed Yan Su down, placing her hands on her shoulders and applying a gentle force to keep her from getting up.
Then, one by one, she carefully and cautiously undid the buttons.
She was very clear-headed during the process and had a subtle, strange feeling.
The scent today was a little different.
After carefully identifying it, Lin Jianheng concluded that there was an added hint of milk.
She became even more confused. Yan Su’s pheromones already had a slight milky note. The scent wasn’t strong, close to the milk tablet snacks Lin Jianheng had eaten in her second life.
The milky fragrance now was also similar to that taste.
Had her pheromones not been absorbed enough and were overflowing?
Lin Jianheng even wanted to check Yan Su’s gland.
And Yan Su was like a little doll, letting Lin Jianheng do as she pleased.
So Lin Jianheng first scooped Yan Su up, brought her close to her shoulder, and stretched out a hand to rub her gland.
The back of her neck was bare, looking as if it had been well taken care of. A faint bite mark remained there, Lin Jianheng’s masterpiece from the previous night.
The source of the scent wasn’t the gland, so…
Lin Jianheng laid Yan Su back down, her warm breath still lingering by her ear.
Yan Su wasn’t behaving now. It seemed as if Lin Jianheng had pinned her arms, but she had actually raised them willingly, placing them by her ears.
Her red hair was pressed beneath her fair arms, like roses blooming on a snowy mountain.
The roses twisted and turned restlessly, an occasional petal curling up to entwine the slender, snowy peak.
Her face was turned slightly to the side, her breathing chaotic. Her expression said it all; her blue eyes were misty with unshed tears.
It was like an invitation. Yan Su had handed Lin Jianheng a ticket.
But the lips she parted were not for a kiss; they were still telling of her pitiful state. “Master, it’s so sore and swollen, it’s a little uncomfortable.”
Yan Su also thought it was because of her good master, her master who didn’t know her own limits, had been too rough yesterday.
Her own insatiable body was too attached to that feeling, so the soreness became unbearable, forcing her to go to her master.
She didn’t think too much of it. After all, generally speaking, people in the Empire only started showing signs of lactation after the fourth month.
Lin Jianheng was the same. She dismissed the milky scent she smelled as her pheromones acting up, and was still smiling at how cute her wife was, to enjoy her actions so much.
“Good kitty. Master will help you check.” This was a real examination.
One must treat a pair of puddings like toys.
She massaged the surrounding area, feeling for any abnormalities.
At this moment, Lin Jianheng became a doctor, and Yan Su was her pitiful patient.
She was lost in the forest, but it was the perfect path for her to enter her heart and resolve her inner turmoil.
“Doctor… it hurts when you diagnose me.” Tears welled up in Yan Su’s eyes.
Lin Jianheng carefully distinguished them; thankfully, they weren’t tears of physical pain, but more like some kind of catalyst.
“Is that so? Does it hurt here?” Doctor Lin made her move.
Unfortunately, no dew was seen.
Patient Yan Su was still crying. “No, Doctor, would you like to try another spot?”
For example, a place closer to the bullseye.
Weren’t you supposed to be untying a knot in her heart?
If you don’t touch the heart, how can you untie it?
Yan Su was trying hard to guide her doctor.
Lin Jianheng followed the instructions and changed her tool. From a fingertip stethoscope, she switched to her mouth.
The wetness was a kind of coolness, similar to the feeling of metal against skin.
Yan Su felt as if she were truly undergoing a medical examination.
Lin Jianheng’s questions were very detailed. Not the hazy inquiries from when she was first learning, but this time, a deliberate and wicked teasing of Yan Su’s emotions.
“Does it still hurt like this?” Every doctor would say that.
“Does it hurt when I press, or just when I touch?”
She was even testing her condition. “Does it feel like something is about to come out, or is it a sharp, needle-like pain?”
Yan Su’s answers were sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
“It… it hurts…”
“If… if it all hurts, then be good…”
“Both… I don’t know, Doctor, help me…”
Teary-eyed, breath held, red hair in disarray.
She looked like a terminally ill patient.
It was just a pity that the illness was being in heat, which could only be cured by her master’s loving moans.
And Lin Jianheng was extremely professional. Having checked everything, she was preparing to give Yan Su her diagnosis.
She bit down on the bullseye, launching her final assault.
Unexpectedly, she tasted a hint of something in her mouth.
Sweet milk.
