After Being Betrayed by Bai Yueguang, She Said She Wanted to Keep Me as a Mistress (Pure Yuri) - 04 Long Night (Part 1) [H]

04 Long Night (Part 1) [H]

“Is there even a point in wearing clothes?”

Though Zhou Pinyue never had a one-night stand, she knew the drill—usually, you’d wrap a towel after a shower and get to it. But Cheng Yafei prepared pajamas for her and dressed neatly herself after bathing.

“You’re not going to stay naked all night, are you?” 

Cheng Yafei’s voice came from above. 

“Or, uh, planning to go until dawn?”

“…”

Zhou Pinyue sat on the bed’s edge. Cheng Yafei stood. She neither spoke nor made eye contact. Zhou Pinyue turned her face aside. Time seemed to freeze.

She said no kissing, so that step was skipped—but how did you even have s3x? She’d never done it with anyone. Though she knew the theory, practice was different, right?

Should she just say it?

That felt reluctant…

A strange competitive streak made her sulky.

Something lightly grazed her hand.

Fingertips.

She looked up. She was meeting those curved, smiling eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to say, have you gotten taller?”

“Have I?”

“Yeah, you seem taller than before. Thought it was the shoes, but you’re taller barefoot too.”

“Don’t know, haven’t measured. And people don’t grow in high school, do they?”

“Not always. I grew two centimeters from badminton.”

Those cool hands slipped under her hem, resting on her stomach. It made her flinch. Fingers expertly traced her spine. A knee was nudged between her legs. It pushed her back to create a support point.

“Is this position tiring to hold?”

Cheng Yafei’s mouth hovered by her ear. It was hot and moist.

“It’s fine.”

“Can I keep going?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure?”

“Yes, sure.”

“It’s just, I couldn’t tell if you were panting or…”

“You talk too much.”

With permission, Cheng Yafei’s hand moved upward. It cupped her br3ast. 

“Then I’ll talk less.” 

She playfully softened her voice to a breathy whisper. It was tickling Zhou Pinyue’s heart.

Her n1pples hardened under casual touches. They visibly pressed against the fabric.

Realizing she arched her chest, Zhou Pinyue quickly adjusted. She pulled her spine back.

“Want to take off your clothes?”

“Yeah, take them off.”

So what was the point of wearing them?

Undressing face-to-face, there was nothing to do but look at each other. As they got closer, their noses nearly touched.

Moments like this made her want to kiss.

No, no kissing.

She’d never do that with this woman again.

Zhou Pinyue closed her eyes. She shifted her gaze to Cheng Yafei’s full br3asts and flat abdomen. When her body folded, a slight curve of fat appeared. It was like a statue of Nike—sexy to her, a sign of vitality.

If only she could ignore who this body belonged to.

“A-Yue,” 

Cheng Yafei chuckled suddenly, 

“Have you never done this with anyone?”

And that mouth.

“Yeah, so what?”

“Nothing, just asking. If you have a preferred position…”

“Whatever. Just make me feel good.” 

Zhou Pinyue leaned back. She looked down at her. 

“I don’t care if you get off. And stop asking questions. As long as it doesn’t hurt, do whatever.”

Cheng Yafei nodded eagerly, no objections. She even seemed pleased. 

“Got it.”

—So annoying.

—How did you become like this? So skilled, so casual, and meaner than I imagined.

The thought was too one-sided. Zhou Pinyue refused to acknowledge it.

Her thighs were parted, pants removed. Soft kisses and licks trailed from her neck to her abdomen. Lips were brushing below her navel. They paused there.

Like a dog.

Was this really like that dream? Could she still post online claiming to be a prophetic dreamer?

“Lie down.”

In a daze, a pillow was placed under her hips, lifting them. Her toes curled. They were gripping the sheet. Her n1pples were teased endlessly. They itched with a strange sensation tugging her spine. She grabbed the wandering hand on her chest. She didn’t want to seem like she was stopping it. So she just rested her hand lightly.

“Cold? Should I turn up the AC?”

“Hm?”

“Are you cold?”

“No.”

“You’ve got goosebumps. I worried it was too cold,” 

Cheng Yafei said. Her voice tinged with a smile, back at her ear. She was still teasing her n1pple. 

“Or are you just feeling good?”

Why that smug grin?

“…Not really, I don’t feel much.”

“No way!”

“Can you stop dawdling and touch the main spot already?”

“Alright.” 

Her tone dropped.

The hand slipped into her pants. No more foreplay. She directly touched the small organ between tender flesh.

So wet.

Zhou Pinyue felt the unfamiliar touch—not her own hand, unpredictable—making her whimper. Her hands, helplessly, as if to stop or just find support, rested on the other’s shoulders.

“Feel good here?”

At the question, she nodded reluctantly.

The fingers continued. They were rubbing, pressing, sparking pleasure like fireworks.

So good, but she wouldn’t say it.

Zhou Pinyue buried her face in her old classmate’s collarbone. She smelled fresh body wash, shampoo, and a faint, indescribable scent—maybe natural body odor.

Unspeakable desire took root. It was sprouting into heated breaths. The branches climbed. They made her ears burn.

She’d said “like” and “love” before, casual phrases. ‘Thanks for letting me copy, love you!’ ‘Wow, classmate, I like you~’ Worn-out words hid melted truths. Was that why she wanted to kiss? To lick and suck, to confirm the other’s thoughts, lips and teeth entwined, making embarrassing wet sounds, seeking a “we won’t part” answer?

No, it couldn’t. “Like” and “love” were just man-made concepts. They were inaccurate names for invisible things, useless for describing this moment:

As expected, a central AC, warming whoever she met.

As climax hit, her pelvic muscles contracted sharply. She clamped Cheng Yafei’s thigh between her legs. She was stubbornly suppressing her body’s reaction.

She came, unnoticed, even mistaken for feeling nothing. Cheng Yafei kissed her cheek lightly. She then removed her pants.

At this pace, were they really going until dawn?

Her thighs were gripped. They were turned from her side to face up. Her slick private area pressed against bare skin. It was smearing glistening fluids.

“Can’t kiss for real?”

Cheng Yafei leaned forward. She was almost pressing her pubic bone. She lifted her hips slightly, and talked right in front of her mouth.

The pressure felt good…

But she couldn’t show it, absolutely not.

Zhou Pinyue caught her breath. 

“Kiss me, and I’m leaving.”

“Fine,” 

Cheng Yafei nuzzled her chin with her nose. 

“I’ll kiss other places then.”

Her mouth opened. She was leaving bite marks on her thigh. She was nibbling the flesh of her mound. Her tongue dipped into the central groove. It pulled a glistening thread.

Real or fake…

Such deliberate erotic moves—real or fake?

Long lashes, flushed tongue, straight nose. Back then, she’d close her eyes when kissing, eyelids trembling like hummingbird wings. Same face, no mistake. But she was now kissing elsewhere. Her swollen cl!toris peeked from the groove. Fingers parted her lips. They were pulling roughly to expose it more.

The sound of licking ice cream.

Kissing sounds.

Well, it was the lower mouth—kind of crude to say.

It was like the dream. Though it was night now, hot sunlight flowed in her body. Zhou Pinyue closed her eyes. Her panties still hung at her knees. She tried lifting her leg to keep them from falling. But they were gone, lost during climax.

Cheng Yafei kissed her trembling stomach, scratching lightly. She asked carefully, 

“Did you come?”

“No, you lick like a dog,” 

She said, making the woman above chuckle.

“Don’t dog-ify me.”

“I’m insulting you.”

“Okay, okay. Want to flip over?”

As she spoke, Cheng Yafei’s wet lips moved. The ceiling light was behind her. It was white and blinding.

In a trance, Zhou Pinyue raised her hand. She wiped the dirty lips with her thumb. 

“Come closer.”

Like feeding.

In youth, Cheng Yafei wore lip balm. After kissing, Zhou Pinyue’s lips got sticky. So Cheng Yafei wiped them for her.

She tasted a bit, maybe strawberry.

Not love, not desire—just instinctive feeding. Kissing for no reason, suggesting s3x for no reason. Years later, same taste, sickeningly nauseating.

“Let me rest.”

Resting her chin on a warm shoulder, she heard her voice hit Cheng Yafei’s bones.

“Tired already?”

“I can’t come, it’s annoying. Your skills suck.”

“Sorry. Teach me then?”

“…Later.”