After Being Betrayed by Bai Yueguang, She Said She Wanted to Keep Me as a Mistress (Pure Yuri) - 05 Long Night (Part 2) [H]

05 Long Night (Part 2) [H]

Saying she needed rest, Zhou Pinyue pulled the blanket over. There was only one. So they had to share it.

Their body heat rose. Zhou Pinyue turned. She was facing away from Cheng Yafei. She scooted forward a bit.

She felt someone playing with her hair.

Too lazy to go out, she hadn’t cut it in a while. Last time she got a short cut. Now it was past her shoulders, shapeless.

“Your hair’s still so thick.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, thicker than mine.”

Maybe. As a kid, her mom always told the barber to thin it out.

Cheng Yafei was braiding it.

The sticky atmosphere cleared suddenly. Cheng Yafei turned off the ceiling light. It left only the bedside lamp. In the dimness, the faint scalp-tickling sounds nearly lulled her to sleep.

Back then, they’d huddle during lunch breaks. They’d braid cotton dolls’ hair.

Thinking of this, Zhou Pinyue scooted forward again. 

“Did you wipe your hands?”

“I did. Want me to wash them again?”

“…Just don’t play with my hair.”

“Oh.”

The braiding hand paused. It then boldly moved to her earlobe. Heat pressed against her back, hair was lifted. Lips kissed her exposed nape. Her shoulders flinched upward. Noticing this, Cheng Yafei seemed to take it as encouragement. She chucked. Her fingers traced her spine, pausing at her waist, gliding from ribs to hips. It sparked waves of itchiness.

For some reason, Zhou Pinyue felt like gagging. She suppressed the nausea, chasing pleasure.

Teeth grazed her bones. It was substituting for hard bites.

She squirmed in protest. She pushed the hand off her waist. The pleasure was nearly gone. It was replaced by itchiness and frustration.

A wet sensation hit her burning ear tip. The close-up saliva sounds reminded her of ASMR she’d listen to before bed.

Live version—or rather, erotic version. A palm rubbed her jaw, sticky sounds of a mouth opening, bubbly kissing noises, real warmth on her earlobe, breaths, touches, and gentle whispers.

“Feel good here?”

As her body tensed, Cheng Yafei’s fingers touched her still-aching cl!toris. Feather-light scrapes were making her arch to escape. But it was only to be held tightly. The fingers pressed harder. They were almost crushing the sensitive spot.

“Ah…”

She muffled the sound in her palm. Her face was surely flushed. Her forehead was beading with sweat.

“This spot, right?”

Tiny moans slipped through. She squinted. Her eyes were unfocused on the bedroom’s windowsill, curtain patterns, bedside diffuser, pillowcase flowers.

Unnoticed, the bed shook—no, she was shaking. They were grinding against another’s leg. They were rubbing swollen lips. Like she was drunk, her mind hazy with desire.

This caress was rougher, less methodical. But someone kept licking her ear, panting shakily, teasing her earlobe. It urged her to lift her hips to dodge overwhelming pleasure.

The hand chased relentlessly until her head hit the headboard. To prevent injury, Cheng Yafei shielded her head. She gently grabbed her hair roots.

“Right? Feels good?”

“Mmm… yeah.”

“‘Yeah’ means good?”

Zhou Pinyue shook her head. She bit her palm to stifle climax. She was flailing between her legs. She then realized fluids were everywhere. Before recovering, the woman behind pressed closer, trapping her, prolonging the peak.

Her gaze drifted upward, heart sinking, pounding, numbing her pelvis. Her body spasmed in intense pleasure. It was battered by relentless waves. She floundered. Yet she was anchored by the tight embrace.

“Not yet?” 

Cheng Yafei asked. Her voice was soft and patient.

Totally on purpose.

Shaking so hard, even a novice would notice.

Always like this, even back then. So fake.

‘Last break, did you kiss my hand?’

They’d been lying on desks, facing each other. Cheng Yafei asked.

‘…Oh, you were pretending to sleep.’

‘So noisy. And it was just ten minutes, no way I could sleep,’

She turned her head. 

‘But I thought I was dreaming.’

‘I could sleep.’

‘Then you’re impressive.’

Aimless talk, pulled back just before the bell. Cheng Yafei stretched. She leaned close, then whispered, 

‘If it was a dream, that’d be a shame. Don’t you think?’

Then the teacher entered, and class began.

Zhou Pinyue didn’t know why she did it.

Maybe the scene was beautiful. The girl’s face nestled in her curled arm, one eye visible, lashes trembling. Evening sun was slanting through the classroom. It painted an orange line across her nose and brow. Its tip rested on relaxed knuckles. So Zhou Pinyue leaned in, lips touching it.

The warmth felt wasn’t the sun, but body heat.

She was so close to resolving to live alone forever.

Loving oneself came first. Even with intimacy, people arrived and left alone. Why need another’s love? Clingy emotions, overstepped boundaries, could hurt, disgust. In modern society, dying alone was best.

Yet she still wanted touch. She craved more.

They never properly discussed it—nothing to discuss. She hadn’t realized she should define that feeling. Maybe she still didn’t want to.

Days later, Cheng Yafei slyly took her to the rooftop. She teasingly said, 

‘Wanna sneak off with me?’

She was used to her exaggeration. She filtered it as “go play on the rooftop.” And she agreed naturally. She was also used to Cheng Yafei’s love for physical closeness—hugs, hand-holding, sitting on her lap, all routine.

Sometimes, she envied Cheng Yafei’s confident ease with her body. She was making contact as simple as breathing. Zhou Pinyue couldn’t do that—she didn’t hug family, had no friends to embrace, let alone cheek kisses or tight hand-holding. This girl taught her all that.

Boundaries blurred, fragile, easily broken. Holding her hand tightly, Cheng Yafei playfully mimicked the past: 

“Did you kiss like this?” 

Her lips crossed knobby knuckles. They landed on blue-green veins toward her wrist. Zhou Pinyue pulled back. She inadvertently met her eyes.

Cheng Yafei poked her chest. 

“You know this is weird, right?”

“What’s weird?”

“Not weird?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Got it,” 

The girl blinked, dropping her calm facade. 

“Then, is kissing fingers enough?”

Always like this.

Seeming to give you control, acting submissive, but really holding the reins.

“Some people have positions that hit their sweet spot. Guess this isn’t it.”

Her vision blurred. Exhaustion was overtaking the afterglow.

Three times was too much—her record was twice in a row.

“I said I needed rest…”

“But if it’s not good, you’ll leave.”

Did she say that? Maybe, maybe not. Her brain couldn’t process.

The blanket was bunched under her stomach. She felt like a fallen leaf. She was flipped easily, lying on a pillow.

“Some people find it easier lying face-down.”

“Your theory’s impressive.”

Cheng Yafei smiled shyly. She was missing the sarcasm.

Her hips lifted. They rest on folded legs. She pictured a porn thumbnail: an AV actor’s raised butt, mixed with flashes of dogs mating on the street. Beastly, graceless. But some liked primal coupling. They weren’t quadrupeds. They looked more like entwined snakes.

Gravity pulled her br3asts down. They rubbed against rough fabric, hardening again.

“You’re sweating here.”

Fingers tapped her tailbone. They pinched her butt. Before she was ready, a bite.

“Your butt’s nice.”

“Didn’t I say less talking?”

“Oh, sorry.” 

Her tone dropped again.

Before she could bicker, Zhou Pinyue felt pressure near her urethra. The fingers were too cool. Yet they were burning, tugging her sore cl!toris. They then shifted. They covered her vaginal opening, teasing up and down. It was making her waist jump.

She buried her face in the pillow. Her eyes were peeking. Her whimpers filled the room. Pleasure, barely subsided, surged again. It wetted her eyes. Her waist shook uncontrollably.

Her hand reached back to escape. But it was caught, fingers interlocked. Cheng Yafei leaned forward, pulling her hand, lifting her chin, guiding her own finger to pry open her clenched jaw.

Fuzzy hair tickled her nape. Cheng Yafei breathed slowly by her ear. Her vaginal opening was teased, stretched, and tightened. She tried clamping her legs against the thrilling pleasure. But another pair pulled them apart.

“No, I can’t… wait…” 

A foreign object in her mouth muffled her into whimpers. Her tongue were brushing knuckles, teeth grazing nails.

“Don’t want it?”

“No, not…”

“You’ll hit your head.”

Overwhelming pleasure stung. She crawled forward, was pulled back, ears filled with the other’s breaths and her own frantic gasps. It was like a three-legged race.

Saliva leaked through finger gaps. It dripped onto the pillow. She couldn’t hold back moans. Her forehead was against the headboard. She climaxed again. But the hand didn’t stop. It was teasing her oversensitive cl!t until she tapped the arm desperately. The inner storm finally calmed.

Her muscles still twitched. But she could close her legs. A tight embrace pressed from behind, a kiss landing on her cheek.

“Enough? If you don’t say, I won’t know…”

The soft whisper echoed in the room.

This wouldn’t do.

She wouldn’t let her keep control.

“Enough, but,” 

Zhou Pinyue propped herself up, caught her breath, pulled the blanket, and shifted to face her. She looked at Cheng Yafei’s face. She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. She saw confusion. But it was also filled with patience.

“Listen, I… I think I liked you before,” 

She said abruptly. Cheng Yafei slowed her breathing cautiously. 

“You said today you’ve had experience. Back then, I’d have been furious, wanting to know what was up. Uh, I know I’ve no right to ask. So if that’s the case, I won’t. But,” 

She paused. She saw Cheng Yafei’s brow furrow, 

“But now, I don’t feel much. My heart, I mean. My body felt good, thanks. But midway, I thought, if we have s3x, do all this, then… we’ll never see each other again. I was hurt before. I still held a grudge until today. But seeing you now, you’re so different from my memory, got it?”

Cheng Yafei stayed silent. She was lying beside her. Her overlapped hand clenched.

“Go on.”

“It’s… maybe I don’t like you anymore. Doing this, I’ve let go. That’s my truth. I wanted to share my feelings, so I said it.”

She expected a reaction, a fight. But Cheng Yafei just gazed up. She pitifully said, 

“Then, like I said, I’ll pay you. Any amount. Can we be fvck buddies?”

… …

Was this woman some kind of s3x maniac?