In the third year after Chi Zhenyue divorced her sexless ex-wife, she did the most outrageous thing of her life.
She posted online, looking for a Dom.
[Not overly gentle, top 1]
Thinking back on how Song Wangshu would approach her, then fail to go through with it, wearing an awkward, reserved expression,
Chi Zhenyue grits her teeth in frustration, her whole body burning.
[Light spanking is acceptable]
Is Song Wangshu just no good, or is she only no good with Chi Zhenyue?
So annoying.
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"Name."
"Elaine."
"Safe word."
"Little fawn."
Song Wangshu arrives to answer the ad in a misty-blue gown, hiding her face.
Her mask conceals her completely. The one in charge can't keep her composure. They go on and on until the night turns warm and damp, and the bed is soaked.
The Dom's slender fingers gather Chi Zhenyue's soft hair from behind.
Her voice breaks, no longer forming words or tune.
Chi Zhenyue says the safe word, but the Dom doesn't want to stop.
When she turns around, all she can see are the Dom's aloof, refined eyes.
They grow wet, so wet.
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After months of entanglement, the well-behaved Chi Zhenyue finds herself unable to leave the woman she is so perfectly matched with.
"Master, will you love me?" In the heat of the moment, she loses herself.
Chi Zhenyue wants to take things further with this mysterious woman. She touches the lower edge of her mask, wanting to kiss her.
"No."
The woman removes her mask and speaks coldly.
...Under the mask is her familiar, painfully sexless ex-wife.
"Song Wangshu, aren't you supposed to be good at this?"
"Is it fun to mess with me like this?"
Chi Zhenyue grits her teeth, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
Her ex-wife's eyes are red at the corners. Song Wangshu lowers herself and kneels in front of her.
"Zhenyue, can we stop fighting?"
The tide rises from below, beneath the bright moonlight.
She coaxes her, leans in to embrace her, licks away her tears, and grips her ankle. Her movements never stop, and the wet sounds are thick and sticky.
"Song Wangshu, you're seriously messed up," she says, biting her lip to stifle her voice.
Song Wangshu stays composed, her voice hoarse, almost a sigh.
"I'm messed up, Zhenyue."
"I'm really messed up."
"...I can't bear it. I can't bear it."
Hey, don't say that kind of outrageous thing in bed.
It's totally unfair.
*Chi Zhenyue, a rich young lady; Song Wangshu, a penniless pauper.
·Screenshot saved on 2025-10-16·
Theme: Love is the safe word
