V2: Chapter 165: Let's Get This Going!
Once Liang Di completely retracts her tentacles, Liang Lin will be invincible and absolutely immune to being "counter-killed." She'll be firmly seated in that position forever.
However, Liang Di stubbornly insists on leaving her tentacles exposed.
"Sister Liang Lin, these are part of my body..."
"Oh, since you don't want to, I'd better hurry and call Octaville over."
Liang Lin said, preparing to release Liang Di's hands and get off her.
"No!"
"You can't!"
Liang Di grabbed Liang Lin's wrist tightly, saying pitifully, "I'll take them back, I'll take them back, Sister Liang Lin, please don't leave me..."
Liang Di's tentacles silently retracted, looking a little pitiful and a little aggrieved.
Haha~
Liang Lin felt a surge of secret pleasure.
This is the feeling I wanted! This feeling of dominating someone else is simply amazing!
"That's more like it..."
Liang Lin finally understood why Liang Di always liked being on top of her; this feeling was fucking amazing! Anyone who tried it knew.
"Liang Di, if you're so obedient, then I might reluctantly help you a little, it's not impossible."
With that, Liang Lin tore off the other's inconvenient fabric, unleashing her true nature.
"Sister Liang Lin..."
Liang Di hooked her arms around Liang Lin's neck.
However, to be honest, Liang Lin was somewhat bewildered, looking around nervously. After all, she had never had much experience before, always being on the bottom. Now that she was on top, she really didn't know what to do next.
Damn it, she couldn't just sit there doing nothing; Liang Di would laugh at her, maybe even say something like, "Sister Liang Lin, if you're so incompetent, I'll take the lead from now on."
Those kinds of things...
I don't want to hear that!
The fiercely independent General Liang Lin.
Yes, try to recall, try hard to recall, how Liang Di treated me before. That's right, I'm going to repay Liang Di for everything Liang Di did to me!
First, I should… tear off all that useless fabric and throw it on the ground.
Liang Lin thought this, but her hands felt numb, her cheeks flushed, and she felt a little embarrassed.
She didn't know what was wrong with her tonight, suddenly wanting to do something so impulsive. But it was because it was late, and everyone's desires had returned to their primal state, Liang Lin was no exception; her body always spoke honestly.
"Sister Liang Lin…"
Liang Di, however, clung to her neck, refusing to let go, hindering her next move. Liang Lin gritted her teeth, and without hesitation, she exerted force, grabbing Liang Di's wrists and lifting them above her head.
"Liang Di, I advise you not to move around."
Rip!
That damned fabric was fragile (not really), and with one forceful movement, Liang Lin tore it all apart. She was a little annoyed, but still threw all the useless things on the ground.
Now that's good, now it's cool.
What should I do next?
Liang Lin was stunned for a moment, her brain racing, practically steaming, her CPU almost overheating.
Finally, she remembered what to do next.
She imitated Liang Di, crawling closer, like a baby.
Sure enough, things that look good and feel good to the touch probably taste good too.
Liang Lin exclaimed in admiration of the food.
'Pudding' is always delicious, soft and chewy, bouncy and bouncy. If you savor it carefully, it's even springy, like a gummy candy. You can stretch it, flatten it, and eat it into any shape. After all, it's just food, but it's also a unique kind of DIY.
"Sister Liang Lin..."
Liang Di's voice grew softer and softer, losing its former imposing manner. Liang Lin loved it. She was naturally drawn to petite girls. Liang Di had been taller than her before, but now, through hard work, she was almost the same height. Wearing height-increasing shoes, she would appear slightly taller than Liang Di, which made her feel much better.
And then?
What should I do next?
It's time for the next step.
Liang Lin continued to recall.
Oh right, the next task was to get the goldfish swimming in the tank.
Liang Lin didn't have octopus tentacles, so she raised her hand.
Hmm... why not?
The last bit of pitifulness was thrown to the ground.
"Ugh~"
That voice was so familiar, exactly like hers before.
Liang Lin felt a secret satisfaction.
Although she had never made this fried rice before, for some reason, she made it with such ease. Perhaps she was a natural-born cook!
Liang Lin was very satisfied with her ability, and the speed at which she fried the rice increased. The sound of frying rice in the room grew louder and louder, accompanied by the sound of soup being poured out of the pot.
Glug glug~
"Ugh!"
But as time went on, no one was watching the simmering soup, and soon it overflowed the pot. Liang Lin's hand was there, and the soup spilled onto her hand, running down her fingers and into her palm.
"Ughhh~"
Liang Lin jolted from the "burn," then a cryptic smile appeared on her face.
She pulled her hand out; it was scalded by the soup, so she had to pull it out and bandage it properly.
"Liang Di, your voice is so cute."
Liang Lin said this from the bottom of her heart, though there was still a hint of teasing and arrogance in it.
See? I can do it up there too.
That's what Liang Lin was thinking.
"Alright, do you want to sleep? Or..."
Still hungry?
She was making some fried rice.
"Sister Liang Lin."
Having finished a plate of fried rice, Liang Di's mind had cleared considerably. She suddenly realized that she wasn't dreaming; the feeling was incredibly real, a sensation that went straight to her brain, unforgettable.
This was her first time eating fried rice! So this is what fried rice tastes like. To be honest, it was pretty good. Although it felt different from her octopus tentacles, each had its own merits, and Liang Di liked both.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Perhaps the sense of conquest within her was fulfilled, Liang Lin's tone and expression softened considerably. She even gently pulled Liang Di into her arms—a scene Liang Di had never dared to dream of before.
"You... want to continue?" Liang Lin asked with a half-smile.
Liang Di did indeed have this thought, but this time she didn't want Liang Lin to cook the fried rice; she wanted to take the lead herself and be the chef.
"Sister Liang Lin, this time... isn't it my turn?"
Author's Note
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