TAISS – Chapter 52

The day before Valentine’s Day.

Lin Jianheng looked at Jian Lingxuan and Lu Yuanchen, then exchanged a helpless glance with Yan Su.

Yan Su had insisted on a family outing, but their mothers had to participate in the young couple’s lovey-dovey affairs, and they had their own secret base to visit. So, under the threat and bribery of Jian Lingxuan’s money, Lin Jianheng had agreed.

They had two little cubs to raise, after all. The more money, the better.

Lin Jianheng didn’t mind acquiring a few more properties, even though she couldn’t register the ones purchased by the usurper in her name while it occupied her body.

Yan Su, afraid of treating the outing with Jian Lingxuan and the others as a job for money, had planned it very seriously.

Yan Su herself had no objections; as long as they were together, anywhere was fine. All she needed was to be with Lin Jianheng.

Jian Lingxuan had originally planned to monopolize Lin Jianheng’s first Valentine’s Day, but Lin Jianheng had tearfully rejected the idea. Under the watchful eyes of their mothers, the date was changed to the day before Valentine’s Day.

And that led to the current scene.

At least we can still spend it together. Lin Jianheng glanced at the revised one-day itinerary Jian Lingxuan had made, clutching a celebrity-endorsed thermos that the original Jian Heng had bought.

“They’ve been a married couple for so many years, of course they don’t care about Valentine’s Day. We’re different…”

Yan Su rested a hand on Lin Jianheng’s, walking at a leisurely pace with a faint smile on her face. “As long as you’re here, Master, anything is fine.”

“But there’s a big difference between having third wheels and not having them,” Lin Jianheng pouted.

They had stopped to wait for Jian Lingxuan, who had gone to buy a sun hat for Lu Yuanchen.

A sudden gust of wind had just blown away the sun hat she had just put on. Lu Yuanchen wanted to just make do, but the sun was a bit harsh today.

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, Sister,” Lin Jianheng said, tightening the sun hat on Yan Su’s head.

“Not tonight?” Yan Su thought of something, lowered her voice, and tilted her head.

Meeting Lin Jianheng’s eyes, Yan Su gave a quick wink.

“So eager…” Lin Jianheng’s eyes curved into a smile. Following the strands of hair Yan Su had flicked back, she leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe.

“The little cat has been getting hungry quickly lately,” Yan Su said, unfazed, accustomed to Lin Jianheng’s teasing.

But Lin Jianheng saw her unconsciously bite her lip, the pressure turning the spot white.

“Are you really hungry, or just craving it?” Lin Jianheng didn’t let her go, her hand on Yan Su’s waist tightening slightly.

Her fingertips brushed past unintentionally.

Yan Su’s clothes were thin, a light and airy short top. The skirt barely reached above her knees, with folds only at the tail end; the rest was just a single piece of fabric.

With a slight movement of Lin Jianheng’s hand, the sensation clearly traced Yan Su’s waist, tickling her along with the ripple of the fabric.

The lingering feeling left Yan Su a little dazed.

Her fingertips, resting on Lin Jianheng’s arm, applied a bit of force. It seemed like a rejection, yet it pressed Lin Jianheng’s hand further in.

Yan Su’s not-so-firm waist was still soft. The texture was so good it felt like it was enveloping Lin Jianheng’s fingers. But she was afraid, not daring to make any sudden moves, not wanting to hurt Yan Su.

“Isn’t Master being innocent?” Yan Su pressed her advantage, taking a step forward into the shade to share the coolness of the sun hat with Lin Jianheng.

It was a slightly commanding posture. Yan Su was on her tiptoes, maintaining the position with some difficulty.

Lin Jianheng was momentarily thrown off by her advance.

They had been together for some time now, but every time she saw Yan Su’s flowing red hair, it was still as dazzling as a flame, breathtakingly beautiful.

For the space of a breath, they stared at each other without blinking.

Yan Su’s sea-blue eyes rippled with the clarity of late spring, washing into Lin Jianheng’s heart.

She held her breath, suddenly grabbing Yan Su and causing the little cat on her toes to lose her balance and fall into her arms.

This move was riskier than the previous caress, but Lin Jianheng caught her steadily, ensuring there was no chance of her getting hurt.

Yan Su wrapped her arms around her neck. She had never worried about the possibility of Lin Jianheng not being able to catch her. She could fall back completely, knowing a pair of hands would always be there to catch her legs.

“So you are being innocent,” Yan Su murmured, inhaling Lin Jianheng’s subtle cherry blossom scent. She changed her grip to circle Lin Jianheng’s neck and went to bite her earlobe.

“The little cat is being naughty,” Lin Jianheng said, her hands holding Yan Su’s waist, keeping her from falling from her precarious position.

It was difficult to maintain this posture, and she couldn’t retaliate.

Yan Su must have realized this, which was why she was being so bold.

“So it wasn’t that you were just craving it,” Lin Jianheng whispered, spreading her hand open.

And slapped it on Yan Su’s bottom.

The unspoken words were completely forgotten. Yan Su gave up her teasing entirely, burying her red face in Lin Jianheng’s chest.

When Lin Jianheng lifted her into a princess carry, there were still faint, misty tears in Yan Su’s eyes.

So, you want to be punished.

Master’s voice echoed in her mind. Yan Su lowered her head and covered her face, accepting the punishment her master was giving her.

“It’s nice to be young and so lovey-dovey.” Jian Lingxuan was no longer surprised to find her sister and sister-in-law stuck together after she had just stepped away to buy a hat.

Those two were like magnets; they’d stick together the moment you weren’t looking.

Of course, it was the “finger-to-finger” kind of attraction.

“My sister is different from us,” Lu Yuanchen said, taking the hat and tying it herself, a faint smile playing at the corners of her eyes.

“They are different. We’re not as shameless as them.” A princess carry in public.

Even if Jian Lingxuan hadn’t seen the hand part, it was shocking enough.

She was too embarrassed to even kiss Lu Yuanchen in public.

Hearing her complaint, the smile in Lu Yuanchen’s eyes widened.

“When are they going to separate those little magnets? At this rate, by the time we get to the resort, we probably won’t get any sleep tonight.”

Jian Lingxuan didn’t notice her girlfriend’s gaze fixed on her as she lowered her head and held her hand, chattering on.

“It took me a long time to change the location to here. All my friends said this place…” She hadn’t even finished her sentence.

A soft, wet warmth enveloped her ear.

Jian Lingxuan’s pupils dilated. The sensation was fleeting, gone before her pupils could fully expand.

Only a lingering coolness remained.

The icy sensation stimulated Jian Lingxuan’s nerves, and she froze on the spot like a statue.

“We can’t compare to my sister and sister-in-law.” After doing all that, Lu Yuanchen acted as if nothing had happened, linking her arm with Jian Lingxuan’s and pulling her stone-like wife forward.

“After all these years, you’re still so innocent.” She blamed herself for sometimes being too cautious, for not daring to be too forward with Jian Lingxuan.

“Xiao Heng,” Lu Yuanchen called out to one half of the little magnet pair from a short distance away.

Lin Jianheng turned around and walked towards them with a steady gait—if you ignored the fact that Yan Su was still clinging to her.

Those two were still embracing. How far away had that sound come from just now?

“My sister is a player. Once she gets tired of you, you’ll never see her again. This punishment is just right.”

“Sis, you…” As Lin Jianheng got closer, she noticed Jian Lingxuan’s strange state and looked at the tip of her ear in surprise.

It was as red as a tomato and glistened with moisture.

An experienced Lin Jianheng instantly understood what had just happened between the two of them.

Well, well, her prim and proper sister was also starting to get intimate in public. Was this what her sister-in-law was like after her successful counter-attack?

Jian Lingxuan snapped out of her daze, annoyed. She pinched Lu Yuanchen’s waist behind her back and wanted to glare at her, but managed to restrain herself from being too obvious.

“You’re so thick-skinned. Doesn’t your wife have any shame?” Exposed by her younger sister, Jian Lingxuan flew into a rage out of humiliation.

“My wife said she’s tired of walking, and I dote on her, so I have to carry her,” Lin Jianheng said, even giving the slightly stiff and shy little cat-sister in her arms a little bounce.

She could carry Yan Su with one hand and still have another free to carry a bag.

But with Jian Lingxuan standing right there, there was no reason for her to carry her own bag.

After bickering with Jian Lingxuan, Lin Jianheng tossed the bag to her and focused on carrying Yan Su towards the flying car.

Jian Lingxuan, fuming behind them, wanted to throw the bag away, but Lu Yuanchen managed to stop her.

The flying car was Jian Lingxuan’s private property. Perhaps when it was purchased, she had considered that her family would have at least three couples, as it was custom-made with three rows of seats with partitions and plenty of space.

The driver was Jian Lingxuan’s personal chauffeur. Unsurprised by the scene, he closed the partition, activated the soundproofing, and started the car once everyone was seated.

After entering their private compartment, Lin Jianheng rummaged around for a moment. Two minutes later, she had converted the side-by-side seats into a small bed and even found a holographic sound system to play music.

Yan Su was still sitting to the side, blushing as she tried to calm down.

Punishment and reward were one and the same. She was so shy she didn’t want to leave Lin Jianheng’s arms, yet her body’s reaction was intense.

The place that had been lightly slapped showed no mark, but it felt like a beautiful scar etched into Yan Su’s heart.

Once Lin Jianheng had set the mood, she hugged Yan Su and lay back, pulling her obviously flustered wife into her arms.

“Don’t you like it?” Even if it was a punishment, she still had to ask her little one’s opinion.

Yan Su shook her head, then nodded, not yet having recovered from the sensation of being slapped.

Held by Lin Jianheng, it felt like just a moment ago, when she had burrowed into Lin Jianheng’s embrace in front of everyone, melting into her in their sight.

“The sound was very soft,” Yan Su mumbled into Lin Jianheng’s chest, nuzzling her like a cat. Only when she was comfortable did she speak, her voice tinged with a suggestive hoarseness.

“Including… being hit.” Could that even be called being hit? Yan Su wasn’t sure.

It was the feeling of a popping boba pearl bursting in your mouth. There wasn’t much pain, but it wasn’t the comfort of a caress either. It was a strange sensation, one she found herself somewhat addicted to.

“Like this?” Lin Jianheng slapped her again, this time on her thigh. It was a light tap, like making a splash in water.

It wasn’t a particularly intimate spot. Lin Jianheng’s hand lingered for only a moment, and her skin was covered by layers of her skirt.

But Yan Su shivered, nearly melting in Lin Jianheng’s embrace.

She peeked out and nodded slightly, her hair brushing against Lin Jianheng’s chest.

Lin Jianheng seemed lost in thought, holding her a little tighter.

She had never dared to play like this before. Although she was bold enough to tease her sister, she was also afraid of hurting her.

But if she didn’t use much force, was it okay?

In the silent minutes that followed, Yan Su cried tears of shame for admitting to her peculiar desire.

So it turned out she didn’t just like being teased by Lin Jianheng…

She also liked being held by her… and even… being slapped by her.

Was this a kink?

If it was Lin Jianheng, she would understand, right?

Yan Su secretly peeked out, looking up at Lin Jianheng.

Unexpectedly, her eyes met Lin Jianheng’s. Her master had been watching her the whole time.

“Tonight… how about we just use my hand?” Lin Jianheng was afraid she wouldn’t be able to control her strength with any other props.

With her palm, if Yan Su felt pain, Lin Jianheng would feel it too. Their sensations were one; pleasure and pain would resonate between them.

Yan Su nodded quickly.