QT: Against My Will

Chapter 43: 2.29 – Our way out – Mr. and Mrs. Jelly

+— Author’s note —-+

Proofreaded by P.D Webb

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After Xuan Mu found out about her sexual orientation, he had to learn how to cope with it. He tried to understand, but to no avail, he couldn’t because he was the exact opposite. While he could get a reaction with just a thought of her, she, on the other hand, has no such thoughts. Like a monk’s, her brain was full of everything, except sexual desire.

When they started dating, they continued as a couple that supported each other through everything. An affectionate relationship, in which sex didn’t enter. At first, he thought that she was being shy, but when he asked about her dreams, they were too pure compared to his; she wasn’t lying, there were no secrets between them. Never asking for revealing pictures, their sexting would always shift into an academic discussion.

His worries about her cheating were unnecessary. The whole time, she wasn’t even straight! He was lucky she grew up in a straight environment. Thanks to it, she thought that like most people, she should be into the opposite gender.

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Bing Shi felt something growing under her tight, wanting to take a look as she distanced herself a little. Her lips created a mischievous smile, “Xuan Mu, MuMu woke up ??.”

The arms around her shoulders and waist tightened their hold, “Just ignore it.” He sighed. This girl had no idea what it meant to be shy, not a single clue.

“Will MuMu fall asleep if I keep sitting on your lap?” she mumbled to his chest, “Probably not. But I don’t want to let go of my Xuan Mu.” She buried her face deeper into his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso, making him gasp, “Sorry MuMu, bear with me for five more minutes.”

“Who cares about MuMu, never let go of me,” he said as calmly as possible while his thoughts went astray. Her thighs on his lap, her chest against his, her arms holding onto him tightly, made him want to kiss and taste every inch of her body.

Lost in his thoughts, he continued to embrace her cautiously; he didn’t dare to make suggestive moves; she was still not used to touching. But out of a sudden, Bing Shi threw a bomb at him, catching him off the guard. The girl’s breath tickled his earlobes, making him shiver.

“I think I found a way to put MuMu back to sleep,” she giggled, “Why don’t you imagine me...dead?”

The hand which was holding onto her shoulder grabbed her head, tilting it down, he stared at her from above. “Bing Shi, don’t joke like that... ever again,” he said in a threatening voice, full of madness, closing their proximity, his lips lightly grazed against the surface of her lips.

Bing Shi almost fell from his lap; she quickly untangled herself from his embrace and stood up. At the same time, they looked at each other in disbelief; both of them covered their mouths and stomachs; thousands of butterflies were having a big party inside of them.

He looked up at her, “I...I’m sorry,” his fingers touched his lips, “I..I...it was your fault...you...triggered me.”

She opened her eyes wide, “My fault?” When she thought it through, she nodded at him, “Yeah, my fault, sorry.” Her ears and cheeks turned slightly pink. “Oh, my god, was that our first kiss?” She ran behind the couch, giggling, “Now, I’m too shy to look at you.”

“Bing Shi, let’s try again, that can’t be counted as our first kiss,” Xuan Mu tried his luck.

“No way,” Bing Shi refused, “I can’t even look at you. How can I kiss you?”

‘No more luck? What a pity, let’s try something different,’ he thought. There was still an unfinished problem. “Bing Shi, can I kill him?”

“No. Don’t kill people.”

“Why? I can kill him easily.”

“Don’t you have enough problems?” Bing Shi sighed, “I don’t care if he dies, but I don’t want you to dirty your hands and mind. How am I going to deal with the new you in the future? Where is he now?”

“At the police station,” he answered with a sullen look.

Bing Shi touched a strand of his fine black hair in fascination, “How did you get him there?”

Xuan Mu turned around and blinked at her innocently, “Sexual assault.”

Bing Shi raised her eyebrow, “Who is the victim?”

Xuan Mu blinked at her cutely, “I bought an actress?”

“So what you meant by killing him...” She waited for his answer.

“I’ll tell you in exchange for a new first kiss,” Xuan Mu asked for a trade. ‘Say it, say you hate me, don’t be so kind to me, let me love you less.’

“You...Not again!” Bing Shi made a ruckus, “I h.... don’t like your brain!”

“You... love...it.”

Avoiding his gaze, she crouched down and started to complain, “Yeah, what do I do? Now, I want to kiss you! Bring back my MuMu; he is so innocent compared to you!”

Xuan Mu smiled helplessly, ‘Bing Shi, I can’t take it. Stop being so adorable,’

“No, don’t come near me. I’m not going according to your plan,” she protested the moment she heard his footsteps nearing. Her gaze fixed on his black shoes, her hands covering her mouth.

When he took a step ahead, she took a step back in her crouched state, but the couch behind her stopped her from advancing. She hid her face between her knees, “I’m not kissing you.” Feeling a light touch on her scalp, she looked up at him, stupefied, her mouth still covered, “Did you just kiss my hair?”

“Who knows?” he asked with a calculative smile. Without warning, his hands cupped her head, his lips pressed against the back of her hand. “I never said about you, giving me a kiss,” he said through the gap between his mouth and her hand, “Bing Shi, can I get access to your lips?”

When she shook her head in denial, he chuckled, “Then, bare with me for a moment.” After her nod of approval, he imagined her lips, kissing it gently, “Smells good.”

“After disinfection, I use apple and cinnamon hand cream.” She refused to look at him for a simple reason that it would add redness to her face, so she closed her eyes, and right at that moment, she felt the tip of his tongue on her hand, “My hand cream is not edible.”

After hearing her mumbling behind her hands, his licking changed to gentle sucking.

She opened her eyes wide and met his dark ones.

Staring at each other, he kissed her hand passionately, sucking and teasing her with the tip of his tongue. The ambiguous atmosphere was so thick, one wouldn’t be able to cut through it even with a knife.

Not being used to such a close proximity, they could barely hear anything besides their own heartbeats; the heat that was warming up their bodies made them lose focus of their surroundings. Yet it still couldn’t prevent the other presence from entering them like breath into their lungs, their scents creating the most intense form of memory.

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