C.14 First Transmigration Arc 1: Ice Cream Scene

Yang LiJu POV

Soon after we finished our meal, well I finished mine. It's already around 10 AM on Saturday morning, here sitting on the couch in the living room with the TV on as I randomly switch the channel as my YingYing is sitting beside me. He stabbed the frozen ice cream on the cup with his eyes focused on the TV channels as he took a spoonful of vanilla Ice cream that is too sweet and creamy for my liking, but he loves it so who am I to judge. People have different preferences anyway.

In the end I just randomly chose a channel and fortunately YingYing seems to love it as how his eyes sparkled when he saw the show. Well It's a cooking competition called amatuer chef competition. Basically the show was full of amature cooks, broken glasses, messy kitchens, shouts, just full of chaotic people and chaotic cooking. For example, there was this one girl who wanted to cook lasagna but then when she opened the oven, full of broken shards and disgusting lasagna meets her. Well who put glass in the oven? She's so dumb that she did not know basic do's and don'ts when it comes to cooking. She's never going to survive when the apocalypse hits the earth.

I heard a giggle right beside me. I turn my gaze away from the screen to look at my cute angel who giggles at the mischief of the said 'girl', while he continues to stab the poor frozen vanilla ice cream on the cup.

" She's going to win, " he commented with a small smile of amusement on his lips. How the heck is she going to win? Are there some weird requirements that need to be done so they'll win?

" How so? " I ask as my curiosity gets the better of me. His eyes left the screen reluctantly as he faces me with a small smile still on his lips. " because she's dumb, if she serves that then she'll definitely win, the messier and the more disgusting the food the better. That's how they'll win " he informed me like an expert… there's something such as rules like that?

He seems to read my mind, or rather my expression says it all, because he laughs and just shrugs as his eyes went back to the screen, his focus were now solely on the show so was mine, as we watches the chaotic show that entertain a lot of people because surprisingly, it's still on air.

" Why the heck is this ice cream so hard? " I heard him complain as he stabbed and scooped the poor ice cream. I chuckle quietly as I ignore him watching the chaotic show, so far the show is actually pretty funny despite their distressing ways of cooking. Soon after I heard him gasp beside me, causing me to look at him.

His eyes filled with panic and shock as the hard and stubborn vanilla ice cream jumped out of the cup smashing his face as it slid down to his shirt, as it successfully landed on the carpeted floor. He looked at me with panicked eyes expecting me to get angry as his eyes got teary as he watches me cautiously.

" I- I'm sorry…I didn't mean to." he apologises with his eyes full of tears that's attempting to slide out of his eyes, he tries not to cry, expecting me to get mad at him. I could see that in his eyes, I didn't feel angry…I couldn't get angry.

How can I? When he looks like a guilty puppy who was about to get scolded. Really I can imagine him with droopy ears while his tail between his legs, looking up at me with eyes begging not to be scolded.

" I'm not mad, come here" I said gently as I motions him to come closer to me. I took a handful of tissues from the tissue box. I turn around to face him, since he's on the other side, he crawls on the sofa with a pout while the shirt that was too big on him, hanging loosely on his shoulder, showing his pink nipples as he made his way.

Shortly, he reaches me, sitting in front of me with little space between us. He gave me his face so that I could wipe them clean, eyes slightly closed as the black lush nearly reached his plump cheeks messied with a sticky substance called Ice cream.

I tried my hardest not to think dirty but the white substance–that kinda looks like my semen– made it hard, it was like a test by karma for me.

It was spread lewdly. The creamy liquid was on his eyebrows, some on his forehead and cheeks. The thick cream slowly drips down to his cheek as my eyes follow the white cream that was freely dripping down to his chin. As the ice cream that was on his nose also starts to drip down to his lips, white, thick, and sticky, as my mind freely thought of it as mine. I gulp down a mouthful of saliva as my eyes wanders around his face, waiting for me to wipe the thick cream that was starting to dry and get stickier.

"LiJu?" He asks as he opens his eyes, tilting his head to the side–silently asking me. The cream that was on his forehead early was now slowly dripping down to his bridge while some of it drips to his right eye making him close it slightly, now he's looking at me with only an eye. Looking all seductive yet still innocent with the shirt hanging loosely showing his smooth shoulder and sharp clavicle that I would love to bite right now.

My gaze follows the tempting drips of the ice cream as it continues down to his chin, neck then to his neck line as if telling me, ' You're going to lick me, are you? ' with a teasing tone.

Without realising, my body moves on its own as I lean on him, holding his smooth shoulder whilst I slither my arm sneakily on his thin waist beneath the cloth, rubbing his spine up and down gently making him shiver in delight.

" LiJu--!" He gasps as my tongue traces his still dripping ice cream that was running down to his chin, licking it clean as I followed the trace of the cream with my tongue. His smooth soft skin warms up as shivers runs through his spine, licking the traces of the sticky liquid with my wet muscle. He laid his palm on my chest as he pushes me weakly, limping inside my embrace as he leaned his body on me.

"Haa…" he moans quietly as I lick his neckline, sucking occasionally, making him moan even louder as his body gets warmer and redder under my touch. Pants filled the air as our breath gets heavier as time goes by, licking his neck clean of the sweet vanilla cream. My tongue traces up to his chin making him whine as my lips got nearer to his panting lips, kissing his jawline along the way.

" Don't leave marks anymore" he whines but I ignored his plea and sucked the skin on the back of his ear, earning a loud moan from him, teasing his weak spot a bit more as he completely melted in my arms panting heavily. He wraps his arms around me as he clings on my shoulder, shuddering while my warm lips continues to torture his weak spot as leave a huge red mark behind his ear.

I push him gently on the sofa, him still panting as he watches me with his eyes full of lust and silent pleas to continue. His eyes were teary as I could feel them roaming through my body, every inch of me as if he's trying to eat me with just his eyes. I smirk as I observe his body turning red every second past. His cheeks were tinted of pink blush as his lips were dry and apart waiting for me to wet it with my own, whilst some ice cream dries on his skin, he's now a sticky mess.

His pants were heavy and trembling as he raised his arms to me, reaching me as if silently telling me to continue to come closer. I lean my body to his to his with my elbow supporting on his sides so that I won't crush him. He immediately wraps his arms around my neck as his fingers run through my lushed hair, with his eyes filled with heart shape. He leans forward meeting my lips midway as I licked his lips, wetting them as he sucks my tongue diligently slashing with my teeth from time to time as he hungrily kisses me, his moans pleasantly run down my spine– making me shiver. I held his face in place and I deepened our kiss more, scratching my neck as his hand on my hair tightened, keeping up with the sloppy deep kiss.

He gently pushes my chest, indicating for a breath and I oblige, making him heave a sigh of relief, inhaling and exhaling repeatedly while our eyes meet each other, both hooded with lust. I lean down again to lick the remaining ice cream on his face, starting at his cheek then to the otherside making him giggle cutely beneath me. I leaned back to observe his smiling face but he wrapped his arms and legs around me, locking me in place. I kissed the side of his head and his hair repeatedly earning another joyous giggle from him. I caressed his curly, patting his back gently occasionally and then caressing the line on his back making him shiver through the gentle touch. I sat up, dragging him along, as he sat on my lap uncomfortably. He repositions himself on my lap brushing the slight boner in my boxer, he doesn't pay attention as he just sits there comfortably– his ass touching it.

I tried to relax myself and think something else to not provoke the half asleep monsters inside my boxer. For some reason, I'm not in the mood to do it, which is weird because usually he would already be pinned down by me, I mean the kiss was hot and everytime we kissed like that we would be screwing right now. But no, we're just here sitting and staring at each other while we're still both panting.

Chocolate eyes stares at me intensely with emotions that I can't pinpoint of, but it makes my heart skip a beat as I continue to stare at his captivating chocolate eyes that has golden or amber streaks around his pupil– like an earth, muddy and full of rich minerals and stones hiding deep within inside the disgusting mud, that somewhat resembles him…if you judge him of what you see and hear, you'll never know what kind of person he is deep within, what kind of person he is that everyone in this world wouldn't probably understand… And here I am staring intently into his eyes like I am seeking the depth of his soul just to know what kind of person he is. Like a crazy scientist that i hated the most who's full of curiosity– the type that they'll do everything just to know the unknown. The kind of person who will do everything to know what kind of person they like…those people who will do everything to get to know someone. Those people that I hated the most because they're either blinded with curiosity and love, or they're just crazy people who are obsessed.

And I think… I am starting to be like ' those ' people*