Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Not minding Yang Qingyue's behavior, Ling Qingyu continued twirling her weapon. She wasn't too affected by the inability to breathe. Hard and harsh training in the past had perfected and enhanced Ling Qingyu's figure and physique. In addition, her strength had mysteriously increased these days five times the mortal's existence.

Holding breath for 5 minutes seemed painless to her anyway. When Yang Qingyue finally twitched, Ling Qingyu had a chance to take in vital air from around. She hopped on top and continued kissing the disarrayed policewoman.

Afterward, Ling Qingyu proceeded to the main dish as soon as she discovered Yang Qingyue had regained consciousness.

"Gosh! I never thought this weird sensation turned out to be so good," murmured Yang Qingyue as she noticed Ling Qingyu playing with her body. "What are you doing?"

"We still have yet to take the final step," said Ling Qingyu as she waved her two fingers.

Yang Qingyue blushed and closed her eyes in shame. She had been dancing on the nine heavens just from a warm-up.

As the two continued, Ling Qingyu observed Yang Qingyue furrowing and frowning, possibly from a tinge of some pain.

To ease the discomfort of sudden intrusion, Ling Qingyu soothed by kissing more in a sensitive zone to ensure more lubrication. The first time was always painful, Ling Qingyu and Yang Qingyue were aware.

So, they weren't too shocked by the results. And both were strong women, who had trained and honed their skills. Such little pain meant nothing.

Yang Qingyue hugged the back of Ling Qingyu's neck and kissed forcefully, gnawing each other's skin. She responded with passion and enthralling eyes. Two bodies snuggled together.

The couple went through troughs and peaks together under the storm as they rocked in their own world, eliciting moans and murmurs of ecstasy they each felt. Half an hour later, the storm passed, and the heated room fell silent.

In contrast to the spent and collapsed Yang Qingyue, Ling Qingyu remained energetic. After resting for a while, Yang Qingyue told Ling Qingyu to stay on the bed while she prepared to reciprocate her move next.

Ling Qingyu asked: "Be so simple. What are you planning to do, and why are you thinking too much?"

Yang Qingyue smiled and put a finger on her mouth. "It's a mystery for you. A perfect gift."

Ling Qingyu watched with joy as Yang Qingyue struggled out of bed, proud of her deeds. Though a bit painful in the initial stage, the pleasure afterward made Ling Qingyu reluctant to stop.

At the same time, she felt gratified by becoming a woman. At least, no woman would reject her advances, and she could plan greatly. She wondered if, if she were replaced with another gender, getting closer with Yang Qingyue would take a long and arduous step. Being a woman was better.

She heard the sounds of Yang Qingyue shuffling inside her bag and raised her brows. Her head tilted up to see, Yang Qingyue stumbling back, with hands behind her back, obviously wanting to surprise her.

"You must promise me not to resist. Or else, I might never want to do it again." Yang Qingyue said.

"Okay, not a problem." Ling Qingyu agreed. She never intended to defend Yang Qingyue.

Ling Qingyu found Yang Qingyue's lips curling upward and watched closely as she heaved onto the bed, pushing herself down on the sheets.

Ling Qingyu didn't resist and waited to see Yang Qingyue's plan. Indeed, Yang Qingyue didn't let her wait, as she took out her hand from behind, holding a remarkable-shaped tool.

Ling Qingyu's eyes bulged as she spoke in panic. "You…You… You're ruthless."

"Sister Ling, don't be shy. Everyone will have this moment," said Yang Qingyue with a smirk.

"I never expected you'd be such a perverted policewoman." Ling Qingyu blushed and said, "Don't come here!"

"Please remember your promise." Yang Qingyue's face didn't change in the slightest, ignoring Ling Qingyu's protests.

The reason for Ling Qingyu's nervousness was because Yang Qingyue brought a tool, aimed at lonely women. Everyone knew without a description. Nonetheless, the size and length were the causes of heightening Ling Qingyu's anxiety. She admitted and regretted speaking too soon. She took back her words—being a woman wasn't any better.

Very soon, loud, agonizing squeals of pigs being slaughtered echoed across the room. Fortunately, the soundproofing effect was evident by the luxury standard. No one would know the terrible torture Ling Qingyu underwent.

Of course, there was one exception—Athena. As soon as she heard her mother's scream, her eyes scanned the picture, and she immediately blushed. The CPU components, which never increased in temperature, rose.

"Ah, mother is too playful. Athena is an adult and should give Mother privacy," said Athena to herself as she stopped staring at the room. "Aunt Yang seems very powerful to press my mother easily. When can I admit my true identity to more people? *Sigh*"

The next morning. The sun rose, and warmth seeped into the building. Entangled two bodies on the bed breathed ever so gently. Showing several parts of their bodies, white skin uncovered by blankets, the two presented the artistic concept of true beauty.

One of the two figures, with their limbs intertwined, moved slightly and gently raised her upper body. Ling Qingyu blinked a few times before trying to stretch her body, but to no avail.

Her legs felt restrained and heavy. Ling Qingyu looked downward and saw another white leg hugging her waist. Her mind instantly became clear.

Remembering the madness last night, a smile crept upon Ling Qingyu's face, and she stared at Yang Qingyue with love overflowing from her eyes.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Seeing the policewoman asleep and exhausted, Ling Qingyu wanted to make a move, but she exclaimed first.

"Ah!"

Her waist and her back were really sore. Ling Qingyu grimaced and laughed bitterly. She indulged too much. Though she was initially overwhelmed by Yang Qingyue's attack with the help of a tool, she soon waged the war of attrition. So many rounds and Yang Qingyue admitted defeat.

Even if her weakness was being sensitive, Ling Qingyu's endurance was ridiculously high. In terms of the number of rounds, she might lose, but her health could persist to the end until Yang Qingyue completely slumped and collapsed, immobile.

"What's the matter?" A beautiful grunt attracted her attention. It appeared her exclamation woke her up.

"Rise and shine, baby," Ling Qingyu said.

"What baby!" Yang Qingyue snorted. "Whose yours?"

"Good morning, Sister Yang."

"Good morning."

"Is your body fine?" Ling Qingyu asked with worry since even her strong body suffered slight soreness.

Yang Qingyue pursed her lips bitterly: "Nope, I might not be able to work properly today. You're too much."

"Hey, it's not like you, who wants to see me beg and didn't get the result." Ling Qingyu replied. "You get what you deserve."

"But you're a monster." Yang Qingyue gasped as she straightened her body. "Hiss… How could you have such strength and stamina?"

"Don't ask me. I don't know myself." Ling Qingyu shrugged. "I guess it's because Sister Tang trained me hard in the past few months."

"Tsk… I also want to train too," said Yang Qingyue enviously.

"In any case, do you dare to challenge me again?" Ling Qingyu asked and glared at Yang Qingyue.

"Uh—no." Yang Qingyue lowered her gaze in guilt.

"Hmph, don't think you can get my forgiveness by acting soft." Ling Qingyu threatened. "I still remember that your hand didn't even save any energy pushing inside me." Ling Qingyu pinned Yang Qingyue and moved like she was about to get serious.

"That-that, Sister Ling..." Yang Qingyue bit her lips. "I can apologize."

Ling Qingyu's eyes display a glint of cunningness. "How are you planning to say sorry? Don't think I'm easy to be satisfied."

"Don't worry." Yang Qingyue said it with confidence. "This method is considered to work the best. You won't be disappointed." Yang Qingyue winked and looked downward as she swirled her tongue around her lips.

Ling Qingyu's throat went dry and she gulped from Yang Qingyue's slutty gestures. "I'll have to examine if you can even pass the qualification test before you talk too fast."

"Then, I'll serve you first, master."

The two switched positions and Yang Qingyue focused on Ling Qingyu's nectar next. Yanking her head back, Ling Qingyu cried: "Oh! Yess! That's it." She didn't forget to grip Yang Qingyue's hair and head as she painted all over the police chief's face.