PSMD – Chapter 80

Shen Ningruo was almost 28 years old, and she had still never said such words. It had always been her place to punish others, yet now she was saying “I’m at your mercy for punishment.”

Here, the word “punishment” was given a layer of sexual connotation.

After saying it herself, Shen Ningruo’s breathing hitched. Images of her and Qiu Yang doing indescribable things flashed through her mind, and her throat tightened.

After returning to Yuncheng, she had playfully demanded Qiu Yang repay her “debt,” but in reality, not much repayment had happened. A series of events followed – illness, business trips, and even a cold war – and time had just slipped away.

Shen Ningruo’s period had started last Monday and ended two days ago, so it had been over for a week now. However, Qiu Yang’s cold hadn’t gotten better yet.

But…

Shen Ningruo felt that perhaps this situation didn’t necessarily prevent her from receiving “punishment.” Maybe there wouldn’t be much risk as long as their breaths didn’t mix?

Shen Ningruo carefully considered the feasibility of this. Her lips were still pressed against Qiu Yang’s neck. Not long after she spoke, she clearly felt Qiu Yang’s throat bob.

Without thinking, Shen Ningruo leaned in and took the area around Qiu Yang’s throat bone into her mouth, just like that night back in Yuncheng when they first “repaid the debt.”

Qiu Yang’s lips felt dry. She opened her mouth and asked in return, “Does that mean if I don’t punish you, it’s another kind of punishment?”

Shen Ningruo’s ears perked up. She understood what Qiu Yang meant by that sentence, so she slowly pulled her head back. She lifted her eyes and met Qiu Yang’s gaze.

“Yes.”

When facing Qiu Yang, her “desire” was often stirred up. Just as Qiu Yang said, if nothing happened tonight, it would indeed be another kind of punishment for her.

Because she knew her longing for Qiu Yang was real, from the inside out.

To put it simply, it meant her needs wouldn’t be met.

Qiu Yang’s eyes deepened. She looked at Shen Ningruo’s rosy lips and asked, “Then…”

“…how should we do it?”

“Does that mean no kissing?”

A cold wasn’t a minor thing; it would be quite troublesome if it spread. Qiu Yang remembered Shen Ningruo’s look of suppressed restraint the last time she was sick, and her eyelashes trembled.

Back then, when her own period came, she found it amusing to tease Shen Ningruo. Now that she was the one who was sick, she realized how uncomfortable it was.

She wanted to punish Shen Ningruo, but not with that other kind of punishment.

“Is that…?” Shen Ningruo didn’t have relevant experience either, but logically, that seemed to be the case, right?

Qiu Yang agreed, “Okay then.”

“Seeing as you’re so…”

“…obedient, I’ll give you a good punishment tonight.”

They were both adults, and they had done this more than once. Some words could actually be said directly, but Qiu Yang was still a bit shy and swallowed the word “horny” or “desperate,” replacing it with “obedient.”

Before experiencing these things with Shen Ningruo, Qiu Yang felt she was fine. Tao Sixian’s influence had been successful, and she thought she didn’t have much need. But now that she had experienced this new world, it was certainly false to say she didn’t miss it.

Shen Ningruo stayed over at Qiu Yang’s place tonight. Because she got a positive response from Qiu Yang, even Pingzi looked much more pleasant to her, and she no longer glared at the cat.

Of course, she wouldn’t dare glare.

Pingzi the cat was Qiu Yang’s treasure, seemingly holding a higher status than her.

She couldn’t afford to offend it.

After showering and drying her hair, Shen Ningruo became a little nervous. She didn’t know what Qiu Yang meant by “good punishment,” but she knew she would be very cooperative.

Soon, Qiu Yang was also ready, leaving only a bedside lamp on in the bedroom.

It was almost late April, but Yuncheng’s weather was unpredictable and had recently turned cold again, so the air conditioning had been turned on long ago. Even wearing a nightgown, one wouldn’t feel cold.

Qiu Yang also started to feel nervous. Perhaps because it had been a while since they had done such things, she felt like she was back at the beginning, especially since kissing was off-limits tonight.

Hugging and kissing were actually the most effective ways to feel happiness and being loved, but now, because her cold hadn’t gotten better, she could only force herself to hold back for the sake of health.

Shen Ningruo sat at the head of the bed. Whether intentionally or not, she was wearing Qiu Yang’s nightgown, but the collar was loosely draped, revealing a beautiful expanse of her shoulder and neck and a hazy curve.

“Xiao Yang.”

“Have you decided?”

Qiu Yang hummed, “Yes, I have.”

Shen Ningruo made a slightly exaggerated expression: “I’m so scared.”

Qiu Yang chuckled: “Can you be more real?”

Shen Ningruo, however, leaned her body forward, took Qiu Yang’s hand, and slowly brought it closer to herself. She became serious: “Then…”

“…shall we start now?”

Shen Ningruo’s tone was like a seduction. Qiu Yang watched her lips open and close. Then, the hand Shen Ningruo was holding stopped and was placed on a soft spot.

“You…” Qiu Yang’s voice lowered.

“Your hand will stay on top tonight.”

“If you can’t control yourself, I’ll tie it up with a bra, okay?”

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