Mute Beauty

Chapter 62: Hard to Handle

"Mm..."

The instant the words slipped out, the woman's face flushed with embarrassment, her reaction so intense that she arched her back, shuddering uncontrollably. She looked down to see her nightgown dampened in places, the fabric darkening with moisture.

Her waist gave out, and she slumped onto the bed, clutching a pillow and breathing heavily, her body trembling with lingering sensations.

She might not realize it, but her tail was twitching as she shivered, lifelike and uncontrolled.

Overseeing it all, Yu Ting took in the scene with surprise, her eyes alight with amusement. She chuckled softly, commenting, "So this is what our gentle Ling Jie really likes to be called?"

Bending down, she supported herself on the bed to lean closer, feeling Ling's hot, rapid breaths. She brushed her nose against Ling's ear in a teasing whisper, her voice dropping, "Did you enjoy it, baby? Honestly, I was just teasing, but who knew it'd actually hit the spot? And here you pretend to be so pure and gentle on the outside, so shy and easy to fluster—but deep down, a little... insatiable? Didn't see that coming."

"Mmh..." Ling whimpered in soft protest, her face buried in the pillow, only for Yu Ting to silence her again with a kiss.

Holding Ling beneath her, Yu Ting's arms encircled her, pinning her down, as Ling lay there, utterly spent. Unable to push her away, Ling lay there without any strength to respond, leaving herself open to Yu Ting's teasing.

For her part, Yu Ting savored every moment, prolonging each kiss to make it wetter and more lingering, drawing Ling further into an illusion of closeness. Ling closed her eyes, letting her guard down, as Yu Ting's lips grazed hers again.

"This is what you picked out for yourself. So, you must like it," she laughed softly.

"Mmh..." Ling's momentarily relaxed expression tensed again as she curled away, tugging at the sleeve of Yu Ting's loose shirt with a pleading look. But Yu Ting, ever composed, picked up her phone and snapped a picture, the flash startling Ling into tears.

Seeing her like this, Yu Ting murmured, "It's okay, baby. We're married—these are just for me..."

"You're mine, aren't you? Completely mine..."

She chuckled, teasing further, "Last time we video-called, you said you were going to shower. But I could tell you were sneaking off to, you know, have a bit of solo fun, thinking I wouldn't notice, hm? Look at you, all flushed, just like right now..."

Yu Ting adjusted the settings on the remote control in her hand. "You can't even wait a moment, making me wait so long. So needy."

"...."

"Sweetheart, don't crawl forward—you'll hit your head."

Outside, the rain began to let up. A once-lively blue toy lay quietly discarded to the side, signaling an end.

The room retained a calm, ambient glow, the scent of aromatics blending with a lingering, distinct fragrance, as the air settled.

On the bed, Ling lay utterly drained, her hair messy and covering her face, adding a touch of disarray. From her shoulders down to her legs, her skin bore a faint red flush.

Sweat shimmered on her skin, a damp gloss like a drenched, weakened fox.

She seemed to be in a daze, her breaths shallow, her body occasionally quivering involuntarily. She was unaware of her surroundings... Even as Yu Ting reached to remove her tail, something that would normally startle her, she only let out a faint sound, too out of it to resist.