Jia Xu Puts the Cocky Guo Jia in Her Place
Jia Xu and Guo Jia were left behind in the empty gallery.
Guo Jia tapped the ash from her pipe, then slid a glance toward Jia Xu. The other woman had both hands covering her face. At a glance she seemed perfectly still, but Guo Jia could tell.
"...So? Your thoughts?"
Through the gaps between her fingers, Jia Xu was staring fixedly at her lover—and her body was trembling, quietly, without a sound.
"......"
Jia Xu said nothing. Guo Jia started to approach, thinking she might help her up, then froze at the soaking-wet floor. Anyone could see it for what it was: the traces of a woman's pleasure, spilled without restraint.
Crazy bitch...
Every time she'd climaxed, Jia Xu had gushed her filthy remnants onto the floor without a care for who might be watching.
Just how many times did she come...
All while watching her lover endure every kind of humiliation. Jia Xu Wenhe, still unable to shake off the aftershocks of orgasm.
Guo Jia flicked the ash from her pipe.
"...If you're going to pile it up this much, why not just come to my room?"
"......"
Jia Xu gave no answer. Having forced the words out, Guo Jia drew deeply on her pipe. The tobacco that usually tasted sweet had begun to turn bitter. Perhaps that was why she pressed.
"I said, how about coming over to my room."
"I'm not doing it with you."
Guo Jia hadn't expected an answer. The shock hit her.
"...When did I... say we should do anything, you crazy bitch..."
"I'm not fucking you."
"F-fucking... you goddamn bitch, listen to that mouth..."
She tried a clumsy protest, but the verdict was already in. Jia Xu had rejected her. Guo Jia.
A thick stream of smoke leaked from Guo Jia's pallid lips. With a face like a volcano belching smoke, she raked her forehead roughly. Her hair, long enough to touch the floor, hung in a wild, tangled mess. She blew out the last of the smoke in a sharp puff and started sneering.
"Hey—'fucking.' Ah, shit, that word choice is fucking disgusting. What, screwing? Hey, did I say I wanted to do that with you? Why the hell would I do something that filthy with you? I just meant since you were squirting all over the place like a lunatic, maybe do it somewhere people can't see."
"......"
"And why won't you? With me? I'm not saying I want to do it with you—I never asked, and I'd refuse even if you did—so why the hell are you jumping the gun and turning me down on your own, making me feel like shit for no reason?"
"......"
"What, is that it? Loyalty to your lover? Some tear-jerking pure devotion?"
Guo Jia flicked her long pipe toward Lady Zou, who stood motionless beyond the glass wall.
"Because of that bitch who's become Uncle Cao Cao's cum-rag? You're rejecting me? This Guo Jia Fengxiao?!"
Steam was rising from Guo Jia's seething head—or maybe it was just the tobacco smoke. Jia Xu, who had been covering her face, dragged both hands slowly downward.
An inverted-triangle face emerged, reminiscent of a fox with copper-tanned skin. In the aftermath of orgasm after orgasm, Jia Xu's features were flushed a lewd, lingering red. Her two eyes, glittering gold, were still drowned in the afterglow of ecstasy.
Those eyes locked onto Guo Jia and drove themselves in.
That gaze, so full of wounds, sent a pain through Guo Jia as if her heart had been pierced. She couldn't move. She could only watch, slowly, as Jia Xu rose to her feet, her bright-red wavy hair swaying, and set her lips to the frozen long pipe in Guo Jia's hand, drawing the smoke in deep.
The last thing Guo Jia saw was Jia Xu's thin, thin lips parting.
A torrent of smoke crashed over Guo Jia's face. The output of those enormous lungs struck her sickly features like a slap and rolled past. Jia Xu folded her arms inside her long sleeves, taking in Lady Zou and Guo Jia with a single glance, and murmured.
Guo Jia swung the long pipe down.
In that instant, Jia Xu vanished from in front of her. More precisely, she had slipped into an evasive movement and circled behind Guo Jia's back—but to Guo Jia, whose martial skill was weak, it simply looked as if she had disappeared.
"Where did she—ghk!"
A clatter. The arm holding the long pipe was wrenched, and she dropped it helplessly.
A complete reversal. With a single hand, Jia Xu had subdued Guo Jia from behind in a heartbeat. Then she shoved her other hand into the gasping Guo Jia's collar.
And with practiced skill, Jia Xu began to work Guo Jia's breasts.
"Where the hell are you touching, you dog-shit bitch! Get your hand off me!"
"Hold... still... If you tense up... it'll hurt."
Proud as she was, Guo Jia tried to resist at once—but the more force she put into the wrenched arm, the worse the pain became.
"Gyaaaaah!"
"I told you... tense up and... it hurts!"
Jia Xu kept working the breasts of a Guo Jia who could not fight back. The sight of the relatively short Jia Xu subduing the far taller Guo Jia from behind was almost sensual—like a small male praying mantis mounting a much larger female from the rear. The far bigger female, seized from behind, could not so much as twitch, and could only moan as the male stimulated her at will.
Jia Xu showed no mercy. She used every technique she had. She filled one hand with Guo Jia's enormous breasts—heavy, sagging things gone slack from too little exercise—kneading them at just the right pressure, skillfully working the thick nipples, delivering more than ten different intensities of pleasure.
"Hngh-aaaaaaaah!"
A wild howl with not a shred of coquetry in it. A scream that was Guo Jia through and through—a woman who had lived her entire life without ever once considering a man.
"Fengxiao... you need to... work out...! These tits have gone... completely waterlogged... You're still... at an age when they should be... firm!!!"
Degrading Guo Jia with the language of a middle-aged man, dragging her true self out into the open—that, too, was Jia Xu, the same woman who masturbated and came in public without a thought for anyone watching.
"Fuck... that mouth... just shut the hell up!!!!"
In that brief span, Guo Jia had been flooded with far too much pleasure. A terrible sense of defeat washed over her. Her fatal pride drove her to do something no human being should ever attempt.
A sickening crack. A horrifying sound tore from Guo Jia's shoulder as the joint dislocated.
"Khhhuuuaaargh!!!!"
A monstrous cry burst from Guo Jia's mouth, and Jia Xu stared in shock.
"You crazy bitch, your arm—"
Freed by exactly as much as the dangling joint would allow, Guo Jia's body peeled away from Jia Xu's, and her elbow smashed into Jia Xu's head.
A crashing, tumbling roar. From the highest row of the gallery, Jia Xu's body rolled down three, four rows of seats.
Guo Jia, her clothes half torn open and her breasts exposed, couldn't even think of putting herself in order. She collapsed to the floor and wailed from the pain in her shoulder.
A moment later, Jia Xu's body shuddered as she pushed herself up.
"Hey, you—you crazy bitch, I almost—died...!!!"
She crawled back up the gallery, mounted the trembling Guo Jia, and drove her fist straight down into the dislocated shoulder.
"Ghhhuuuaaagh!!!"
Jia Xu paid no mind to the howl tearing from Guo Jia's lips as if she were coughing up blood. She stamped her own mouth down over them. Guo Jia's defenseless, open mouth could not stop the invasion, and that vicious, sweet tongue was left free to ravage the inside of her mouth at will.
But even as Jia Xu's tongue ran wild inside Guo Jia's mouth, her fist kept grinding down on Guo Jia's shoulder, and so the kiss between them became less a kiss than a struggle to devour each other. Blocking Guo Jia from biting down, swallowing the screams that burst out straight into her own throat, toying as she pleased with a tongue that convulsed too hard to form words—Jia Xu did not pull away until Guo Jia no longer had the strength left even to scream.
Jia Xu's small body sprawled across Guo Jia's enormous frame. Guo Jia's clothes were so oversized that the two of them looked as if they were rolling around on more than six feet of fabric.
Unable to bear the pain, Guo Jia covered her eyes with one arm and panted like a woman who had just been raped. Jia Xu, wearing the face of a woman who had just finished raping someone, collapsed and looked out beyond the glass wall.
Lady Gan and Lady Mi had opened their eyes. Lady Zou was dressing the two of them, then quietly slipped out of the massage room. At the last moment she glanced around the room as if checking whether anything had been left behind, and her gaze even flicked toward the glass wall—but she left without a hint of hesitation.
"So. Your thoughts?"
Watching the glass wall where Lady Zou had vanished, her expression complicated, Jia Xu threw Guo Jia's own line right back at her.
Guo Jia, still covering both eyes, growled like a lion.
"This is shit... fuck!"
Jia Xu chuckled, satisfied, and pulled Guo Jia's arm away. Guo Jia tried to resist, but the mere suggestion of Jia Xu pressing on the other shoulder made her flinch and tremble, and at last her face was laid bare.
Those large eyes were bloodshot with pain and shame, squeezing out tears. But she could not hide the twisted expression of someone desperately trying to deny a pleasure that could not be taken back.
"You've still got a long way to go, Fengxiao."
A homosexual who loathed herself. A double standard: she felt desire for women, yet found the act of being with a woman repulsive.
"Fuck... fuuuuuck!!!"
Raped by a male relative in childhood, she had come to hate men—but she still could not accept the part of herself that wanted women. That was Guo Jia Fengxiao.
"If you... ever want to do it with me, don't get all high and mighty telling me to come to your room... Come to mine. Understand?"
Guo Jia covered her face again with the arm Jia Xu had released, trembling in silence. Jia Xu took hold of Guo Jia's broken shoulder. Guo Jia moaned, but Jia Xu paid it no mind, examining the bone.
"Come... strip these waterlogged tits and that pussy bare... throw that shitty pride of yours on the ground... and just beg me to fucking wreck you. Beg me. Then even if you plead with me to stop halfway... I won't. I'll fuck you all night long."
A wet, grinding crack. The violent pain of the bone being set snapped Guo Jia's mouth shut just as she was about to start ranting. Jia Xu patted the cheek of a Guo Jia too busy enduring the pain to think.
"Now let's go. I'm dying to know how we all end up dead. Hurry up and tell me."
Jia Xu gathered Guo Jia up, slung her across her back like a load on a carrying frame, and dragged her along. Physically and mentally spent, Guo Jia hung on her and walked out half-dragged.
The gallery was empty at last. The hot, carnal scent that hung in the massage room drifted thickly through the seats as well.