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Pleasing Qingque’s boss is often a daunting task, especially for Qingque herself. She prefers to stay under the radar, but unfortunately for her, getting involved with the Nameless puts her right in Fu Xuan’s line of sight.
Fu Xuan’s critical, ever-present line of sight.
Fu Xuan’s workaholic line of sight.
Fu Xuan’s… horny line of sight?
How did this even happen? One minute Qingque’s getting chewed out by her boss, the next she’s wearing a strap-on and fucking her – in said boss’s bedroom, no less! Qingque does not have enough clearance to be here… Aeons, how is she supposed to get out of the tough work now?
“Pay attention,” Fu Xuan says sternly, snapping her fingers, and Qingque realizes she’s slowed down. She quickly remedies the mistake, picking the rhythm commanded of her back up in hopes that it’ll make the diviner stop staring at her so intensely.
Qingque may be topping, but she’s in no way in control: Fu Xuan dictates everything from pace to force. Her legs are locked around Qingque’s hips, preventing escape, and though she seems unruffled, her fingers dig into her bedsheets.
“Good,” Fu Xuan says. Simple and to the point. Even so, the praise sends a rush of giddiness through Qingque’s mind and body alike, and she can’t help but smile a little.
This kind of work is a bit more labor intensive than Qingque would like, but she has to admit that there’s an appeal to seeing her boss so vulnerable. Bare and splayed out on her back, Fu Xuan seems so… normal. It’s odd, but not bad. Qingque likes it. A lot.
Fu Xuan’s legs bend, pulling Qingque further in. “If nothing else,” she says, the words hissed out through teeth gritted in pleasure, “This should teach you discipline.”
Qingque’s smile turns nervous. “I-I’m still on the clock, aren’t I?” she asks sheepishly. Her shift wasn’t over yet when Fu Xuan had dragged her here, and she wonders if this is just another part of her nebulous job description.
Fu Xuan outright smirks at that, and a breathless laugh escapes her as she tilts her head back, savoring the pleasure. “If you’re good enough, I’ll compensate you for your efforts,” she replies, amused. “Maybe.”
Qingque doesn’t quite know what to make of that, and Fu Xuan doesn’t elaborate further. They lapse into an easy sort of silence, broken only by the occasional moan from Fu Xuan and Qingque’s panting as the exertion starts to get to her. Still, she continues.
“Not much longer now,” Fu Xuan murmurs. “Keep at it. Don’t you dare stop now.”
“Understood, master diviner,” Qingque says with a nervous giggle, throwing every last ounce of focus and energy she has into making her boss cum. On a strap on. In Fu Xuan’s own Aeons-damned bedroom.
What even is her life at this point?
Fu Xuan suddenly makes a high-pitched, needy sound, bucking her hips and practically crushing Qingque with her legs as she cums. She’s panting for breath by the end of it, eyes closed in bliss and body relaxing, and Qingque shuffles back, taking advantage of her newfound freedom to pull out – even if the cock is fake.
“Mm…” Fu Xuan hums, sounding like she’d just ascended to a higher plane of reality. “That was good. I needed that.”
“Happy to provide, master diviner,” Qingque says anxiously. What is she even supposed to do at this point?
“Take off the strap on and come over here. Just put it on the dresser or something… I’ll clean it up later,” Fu Xuan mumbles, sprawled out over her plush mattress and looking so comfortable that Qingque would probably kill a man or two to be in her place.
Shoving that particular thought away, Qingque quickly obeys. She gingerly sits at Fu Xuan’s side, hands wringing in her lap, and she tenses up when the diviner looks up at her through her lashes.
“You did well,” Fu Xuan says softly. She’s a little more open like this, though whether that’s the sex or genuine fondness is anyone’s guess. But hey, Qingque will take it. “Thank you.”
“...You’re welcome?” The words come out as an honest-to-the-Aeons squeak, and Qingque’s face heats up as she realizes just how much of a loser she’s being. But Fu Xuan seems to find it amusing. A small smile graces her lips, and the delicate skin around her eyes crinkles.
“This… will happen again,” Fu Xuan continues. “If you’ll agree.”
“Uh – uhm–” Qingque bluescreens at that, her mind struggling to compute what she’s just been told. Fu Xuan wants to have sex with her again? The Fu Xuan? Her boss? They already did it once, so it’s not completely out of the realm of possibility, but still… at this point, Lan and Yaoshi could get married and Qingque wouldn't be alarmed, with all the weird stuff happening to her today.
Besides, she kinda wants to do it again.
“I’m up for that,” she manages to choke out, face burning. She’s sure her blush has spread down to her damn toes at this point… Aeons, this is so… so…
Awesome.
Really, it’s awesome. She gets to fuck her hot boss? Without even needing to beg for it? Hell yeah!
With a grin, Qingque nods. “Yeah, I’m up for that,” she says again, more confident this time.
“I’ll be sure to compensate you accordingly,” Fu Xuan says, amused.
“Y-You don’t have to pay me for this!” Qingque waves her hands in front of her, eyes wide.
“Not in credits, Qingque,” Fu Xuan interjects with a breathy chuckle. “In reciprocity. Seriously, give me a few minutes and I’ll return the favor.”
Wait.
What?!
Fu Xuan’s gonna fuck her? Awesome! This is the best day of Qingque’s life! Still, she’s gotta maintain some sort of composure right now, right? She can’t get all excited before anything’s even happened yet. So she takes a few deep breaths and calms her racing heart before responding.
“Take as much time as you need,” Qingque says, hoping her excitement doesn’t bleed too much into her tone.
“Thank you,” Fu Xuan murmurs, and her slight smile widens. Unbeknownst to Qingque, she’s very much looking forward to this: she imagines that the girl will be thrice as cute squirming and moaning on a strap-on.