Female supremacy: blasphemy of imperial power [Yuri/GL]

Chapter 78: Unease

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The finger felt like it was melting in the warmth of her mouth, while that dexterous tongue continued to tease it, turning the simple act of licking into something increasingly intimate.

Zhao Yang's voice was hoarse. “That’s enough.”

Zhao Huang released the finger, her red lips slightly parted, as if they were somewhat swollen.

“Zhao Huang, don’t think you can escape this.” Zhao Yang traced Zhao Huang's lips with her finger, her tone gentle.

Zhao Huang appeared calm on the outside, but internally she was in turmoil. Was it really okay to be completely open like this?

Although they had come this far together, perhaps the beautiful memories weren't as plentiful as she had imagined. After all, the feelings that arose from admiration and moved hearts, without having weathered many storms, could they really endure in the long term?

Zhao Huang knew she shouldn't overthink, but how could she not?

Ultimately, it was because she lacked a sense of security.

Finally, she tentatively spoke up, “Zhao Yang, do you love me?”

Zhao Yang didn’t hesitate to answer; instead, she retorted, “Didn’t I say it before?”

“I want to hear you say it now.”

“I love you.” When Zhao Yang's eyes were focused on someone, no one would believe she was being perfunctory or idle.

Zhao Huang felt a rush of blood to her face, feeling overwhelmed by the seriousness in Zhao Yang’s gaze.

“Is your unease because I haven’t said those words to you?” Zhao Yang deliberately put it this way.

“Of course not!” Zhao Huang’s cheeks flushed as she kicked off her shoes and sat cross-legged. “How could I be that sentimental?”

Is that so? A glint sparkled in Zhao Yang's eyes.

“I’m afraid you’ll find me unworthy,” Zhao Huang said, lowering her head. “I’m also afraid of losing you to someone else.”

Zhao Yang was too outstanding, too beautiful; when she was gentle, no one could resist her. For those who stood beside her, it created an immense pressure.

Zhao Huang was rational enough to recognize—perhaps with a negative perspective—just how inadequate she felt compared to Zhao Yang. No matter how she looked at it, she didn’t measure up. Even Shuwen, who was by Zhao Yang’s side, was better than her. At the very least, Shuwen had more people loyal to her, and his devotion to Zhao Yang was such that it extended to the point of life and death. Not to mention that he was not bad looking and was more familiar and attentive in serving Zhao Yang. Furthermore, Shuwen had accompanied Zhao Yang through those hard times, a significant advantage compared to her.

She wasn’t feeling inferior; it was just that she couldn't take pride in what she currently possessed.

Even this throne was given to her by Zhao Yang. What right did she have to demand Zhao Yang’s love for her? And moreover to be loved by her alone?

“Do you think I’m someone indecisive? Someone who likes someone and then secretly loves them but doesn’t dare to say it…”

Zhao Yang frowned, “Of course not!”

Indecisive? Secretly in love and afraid to speak? What a ridiculous joke! Even Zhao Huang, who didn’t know Zhao Yang well, understood that Zhao Yang was the type of person who acted directly to the point of being fearsome.