Simulated Wife: She’s Now My Real Lover

Chapter Twelve: Control of the Climax

Liu Ruyan knelt on the carpet, looking up at him with teary eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, and the tip of her tongue was pressed against the back of her lower lip, barely visible.

She looked just like a puppy waiting to be fed.

Li Mo looked down at her, resting his hand on the top of her head. His fingers tangled in her black hair, and he could feel the scorching heat of her scalp against his fingertips.

“Want it?” Li Mo asked.

Liu Ruyan’s eyes lit up. She didn’t speak, but nodded frantically, rubbing her head against the palm of his hand again and again.

She looked up at him, the corners of her eyes reddened, her lashes veiled in a mist of tears, looking pitiful.

Li Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He tightened his grip slightly and pressed her head down a little.

Liu Ruyan obediently lowered her head. Before her lips even touched the glans, her tongue darted out, circling the tiny opening at the tip, then she opened her mouth and took it in.

Li Mo’s breath caught in his throat.

Liu Ruyan’s lips clamped around the groove just below the glans, her tongue curling upward along the shaft, her tip teasing back and forth over the most sensitive frenulum.

She sucked with great care—not the rough, forceful thrusting of a blowjob, but licking inch by inch, sucking bit by bit, as if savoring some exquisite delicacy.

All the while, her eyes never left Li Mo’s face. She looked up at him, her mouth wrapped around his hardest part, yet her gaze was innocent, pitiful, and pleading.

The sight made Li Mo feel as though something inside his head was burning.

His other hand reached down.

Liu Ruyan’s kneeling position left her body completely exposed before him. The two full, white mounds of her breasts pressed together, creating a deep cleavage due to the proximity. Her pale pink n*****s stood erect, slightly hardened from the rush of blood.

Li Mo’s fingers pinched the left one, holding it between two fingers, applying a slight pressure as he twisted it outward.

Liu Ruyan’s body jerked violently, and a muffled groan escaped her throat. With Li Mo’s member blocking her mouth, the sound was muffled, leaking out through her nostrils.

“Mmm…”

Her lips tightened around him, the suction intensifying sharply.

Li Mo’s fingers didn’t stop. He twisted the n****e, one twist after another—not with heavy force, but ensuring each twist ground against the most sensitive tip.

Liu Ruyan’s reactions grew more intense; her shoulders shook, her back trembled, and even her knees, kneeling on the carpet, quivered. With his member still in her mouth, her tongue continued to move, though its rhythm had faltered, and the frequency of her sucking gradually synchronized with the tremors of her body.

“Mmm… mmm…” Liu Ruyan let out whimpers like a puppy. The redness at the corners of her eyes spread down to her lower eyelids; tears hadn’t fallen yet, but they were already welling up, and desire was building inside her.

The tingling sensation from her n*****s traveled down her nerves, burning through her lower abdomen and into the creases of her thighs. Her entire lower body was wet.

Her legs clamped together involuntarily, the muscles on her inner thighs tensing, craving friction, desperate to ease that agonizing emptiness.

Li Mo saw it—he saw Liu Ruyan’s legs clamping together, her waist twisting, and her trembling body as she knelt there, on the verge of breaking under his touch.

He pressed his hand on the top of her head down slightly.

Liu Ruyan offered no resistance, sinking downward with his force, her lips sliding inch by inch along the shaft until it was fully buried deep in her throat.

The muscles in her throat contracted reflexively, squeezing and pulsing.

Li Mo sucked in a sharp breath, the muscles in his lower back tensing to the limit.

It was too tight.

Wet, hot, and tight—the soft flesh deep in her throat wrapped around him, sucking him in wave after wave.

Liu Ruyan’s nose pressed against his lower abdomen. Tears finally fell, streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto his thigh.

But she didn’t pull away. Her eyes were still struggling to meet Li Mo’s.

With tears in her eyes, and him in her mouth, she looked at him pitifully.

Li Mo spoke, his voice squeezed through clenched teeth, low and hoarse: “You little b***h, don’t you dare finish yourself off.”

Liu Ruyan’s body froze for a second. Her legs had been grinding against him, but upon hearing those words, she stopped. Tears still streamed down her face, and he was still in her mouth, but her gaze had changed.

It wasn’t a look of grievance or pity, but one of having been struck at a vital point, her pupils slightly dilated.

She understood—or rather, she thought she understood.

Her Master wouldn’t let her touch herself, wouldn’t let her use the friction of her thighs for relief. She could only keep it in her mouth, could only be played with by him, could only let him decide when to give her release.

Stop just short of the edge!

Liu Ruyan’s body trembled again, more violently than ever before. Her fingers clenched tightly around Li Mo’s thigh, yet her own legs went limp.

She stopped clenching them. Her knees parted slightly as she knelt there, and the wetness from her inner thighs finally flowed freely down to her knees.

She was obeying.

Li Mo looked down at her, his fingers still pinching her n****e, his other hand pressing against her head, feeling the suction deep in her throat. Pleasure surged up from his tailbone, each wave more intense than the last.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. His hips thrust forward violently, his entire body jolted forward.

Liu Ruyan’s throat was thrust to its deepest point; she let out a muffled groan, and two more tears fell.

Then Li Mo emptied himself into her throat, wave after wave, for several seconds.

Liu Ruyan closed her eyes and swallowed, her Adam’s apple moving as she took it all in, mouthful by mouthful.

When the final wave subsided, Li Mo released his grip from the top of her head.

Liu Ruyan slowly lifted her head, spitting out the contents of her mouth. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show him—it was clean, with nothing left. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then dabbed at her tears.

Kneeling there, she looked up at him, the corners of her mouth curving slightly. “You’re such a pervert, Master.”

Her voice was still trembling, hoarse from crying.

But she said it with a smile: “You won’t let the little dog touch it herself… yet you won’t come inside… you’re deliberately making the little dog suffer…”

She bit her lip gently, her eyes red, her expression one of that kind of resigned resentment—having been bullied mercilessly yet accepting it willingly: “But… I like Master’s perversion.”

Li Mo sat on the sofa in silence, his chest heaving violently. He didn’t know what to say, because he hadn’t meant it at all.

When he said those words, all he could think of was the system pop-up: [s****l Function Not Enabled]. He couldn’t take that final step, so he told her not to relieve herself and to wait.

Wait for what?

He didn’t know what he was waiting for either, but Liu Ruyan interpreted those words as training.

She interpreted it as teasing!

She interpreted it as him torturing her in the most extreme way possible—and then she said she liked it. Li Mo covered his face with his hands.

“…Alright.”

Liu Ruyan stood up from the floor, her legs feeling a bit weak. She steadied herself by holding onto the armrest of the sofa. She glanced down at her state—the crotch of her skirt was completely soaked, and it was now impossible to wear.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She turned toward the bathroom, took two steps, then turned back. Her expression had settled somewhat—her face was still flushed, but no longer with the desperate, on-the-verge-of-breaking-down redness from before.

She looked at Li Mo with a serious gaze: “Husband.”

“Hmm?”

“If you don’t let me touch myself, I really won’t sneak around and do it on my own…” Her voice was so soft Li Mo almost didn’t hear it.

“Whenever you feel like turning me into a s*x toy, I’ll be ready.”

With that, she turned and walked away, her bare feet stepping on the carpet, her waist swaying slightly, leaving a trail of liquid with every step, until the bathroom door closed.

Li Mo sat alone on the bed. The bedroom was filled only with his heavy breathing. He lowered his hand from his face and stared at the ceiling.

Liu Ruyan’s words echoed in his mind: “Wait until my husband turns me into a m**********n aid.”

Li Mo’s fingers clenched the bedsheet.

[s****l Function: Not Activated]

He stared at those words, his eyes reddening.

“One day. I’ll f**k you!”

He muttered to himself. The sound of running water still echoed from the bathroom.