After Being Betrayed by Bai Yueguang, She Said She Wanted to Keep Me as a Mistress (Pure Yuri) - 08 R-Rated Movie (Part 2) [H]

08 R-Rated Movie (Part 2) [H]

“Fine, you’re *that* kind of person.”

Hearing this demand, for the first time since reuniting, Cheng Yafei frowned. She was displeased.

Finally dropping the act—whatever loyal puppy role she’d been playing.

The flickering movie screen lit up her pale skin. It was bluish in the cold light. Zhou Pinyue traced a line down her abdomen. She heard a shaky gasp from above, as expected.

“I can still help with your pants,” 

She said with a shrug.

Cheng Yafei bit her lip, lifted her hips, and accepted the assistance.

Her ribs felt squeezed. Their clothes rubbed ambiguously, rustling. The piled jeans and underwear ended up around her calves.

But afterward, Cheng Yafei didn’t move. She just tilted her head back. She was savoring Zhou Pinyue’s fleeting br3ast caresses. She was breathing unevenly.

“Not doing it?” 

Zhou Pinyue prodded.

“Hm?”

A muffled hum came as her throat’s cartilage shifted. The face, hidden in the dark, lowered to look at her. Her eyes were hazy.

“You’re doing it yourself, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Cheng Yafei’s hand trembled. She hesitantly reached her private area, shoulders hunching. She didn’t start. She said weakly, 

“Don’t stare at me.”

“Then where should I look?”

While speaking, Zhou Pinyue lightly scratched the n1pple’s dip with her nail. She did this to herself often—stimulating—but wasn’t sure if others felt the same.

“Hng…!”

Apparently, yes.

Realizing she’d moaned, Cheng Yafei hurriedly covered her mouth. Zhou Pinyue withdrew her hand coldly. She exaggerated, 

“If you don’t move, forget it.”

“Got it, I’ll… come closer.”

The woman beneath closed her eyes shyly. She pulled Zhou Pinyue’s hand back to her chest, lower. Their foreheads were touching.

Her brow stayed furrowed. Despite the low AC, she sweated.

The wet, squelching sound hinted at the hand’s motion—fingers stirring between labia, scooping fluids for lubrication. Zhou Pinyue felt fingers brush her thigh when they curled. She deliberately nudged her knee forward, obstructing. To compensate, Cheng Yafei’s collarbone jutted. Her neck muscles tensed with quickening breaths. It was half-hidden by her messy collar.

Her gasps mixed with nasal hums. Breaths scraped her vocal cords into short hisses.

Mechanically caressing the n1pple grew boring. Zhou Pinyue freed a hand. She reached behind Cheng Yafei, lifting her arched waist. It triggered a muffled grunt.

“Ugh.”

“That good?”

“Good…”

“Not itchy?”

She scratched near the spine. She avoided the ticklish lower back.

Cheng Yafei’s eyes were still closed. She shook her head slightly.

Zhou Pinyue wanted to hold tighter.

Hold tighter, then sink together.

—’Just wanted to ask why you kissed me. To do this?’

—’No, it’s gross.’

—’Gross, then why…?’

—’I don’t know.’

The one who called s3x gross now shamelessly masturbated in front of her. Her knee was rubbing her hip. Her calf was entwining her thigh. Honestly, Zhou Pinyue never imagined her so… debauched? But that word risked sanctifying her. The figure in memory was no saint. It was more like a demon tempting ruin, then breaking the deal.

Letting go, Cheng Yafei’s hips still thrust forward. They were pressing close. They bounced in the confined space. Her mouth forgot shame. It was slightly open, sighing, moaning.

“A-Yue…”

“Yeah?”

“Kinda hurts, but… harder… ugh…”

Pinching the n1pple, almost scraping its ridges with nails. It drew a whimper. The sticky, murky sounds quickened. It signaled nearing climax.

Gazing at that pained face, Zhou Pinyue recalled studying orgasm expressions for NSFW art. Taken alone, half the models looked injured. They were in unbearable agony.

“…Like, I like this…”

In pain, people cover half their face. Cheng Yafei did too. Her neck was arching. It exposed a pulsing artery, sweat-damp hair nearby, too rushed to swallow, moans turning to sobs.

Feeling the quickening heartbeat under her palm, Zhou Pinyue kept teasing the sensitive chest. She then bit her shoulder hard.

“Ow…”

Ignoring the protest, she deepened the bite. It left red teeth marks.

Not enough. She lowered again, this time on the neck—not biting, but licking, sucking. Like cupping, it was bruising. A minor violence with unclear erotic appeal.

But she did it, because their unequal terms gave her alone that right.

Pain-induced hyperventilation sounded much like aroused panting.

“…! Ugh… lighter!”

Her abdomen filled with heavy desire. Though it was an ignorable bodily urge. Humans weren’t beasts, needing to sate every impulse. People could endure hunger, urination, pain, yearning.

But the woman beneath was bitten and roughly handled. She seemed to enjoy it more. She was gasping like surfacing from a long dive, twitching like a dying fish.

“Pinyue, Pinyue… ah…” 

Her nape was scratched repeatedly. Cheng Yafei whispered her name breathily. Unvented attachment turned to hot kisses on her jaw and eyes. Before Zhou Pinyue reacted, her lips were caught. Scorching breath flooded her mouth. Sharp teeth nipped her lip. Tongue grazed gums, trying to pry her teeth—

“What are you doing?”

She grabbed Cheng Yafei’s hand between her legs, pulled it out, and pushed her away.

As expected, leopards don’t change spots.

Just like before, thinking she could boil the frog slowly, nudging the victim past boundaries until trapped in a swamp, unable to move.

Desire, cut off midstream, left Cheng Yafei staring blankly. Her chin was held. A trace of bl00d was on her tongue.

Zhou Pinyue had bitten her in a panic, too hard. It drew bl00d.

“I said no kissing, didn’t I?”

“But it felt so…” 

“Cheng Yafei, do you not get it?”

Those eyes widened. They shrinked back.

“Y-You say.”

“You’re the one begging me. I said you could make demands, but there’s a limit.”

The exposed body curled defensively. Her hands were covering her abdomen and privates.

“Sorry, but I was almost…”

“Oh, then cool off?”

Zhou Pinyue stood. She grabbed the canned beer from the coffee table, still cold.

She hesitated. She felt it was too theatrical, yet oddly compelled.

Where to pour?

At first, the fizzy liquid splashed over Cheng Yafei’s head. It was making her jump like a startled hamster. The can was nearly full. So Zhou Pinyue poured downward. Liquid pooled in the valley of her curved abdomen. It formed a small lake. She moved the shielding hand. She doused the bare lower body. It soaked the pubic hair.

Cheng Yafei didn’t resist. She just pursed her lips, enduring the cold sting.

But if she handled pain well, was she *enjoying* this? Zhou Pinyue wondered suddenly.

The movie neared its end. Pearl swung an axe. It felled a victim who screamed for mercy.

White and red lights flickered on the averted face. Zhou Pinyue leaned down. She brushed aside wet bangs, and touched the flushed ear. She was a bit angry.

“You excited?”

Suppressing heavy breaths, Cheng Yafei shook her head. 

“…No.”

“Don’t ever kiss me suddenly again, got it?”

“…I swear it won’t happen again.”

“I don’t trust your promises.”

Her mouth felt dry.

She poured the can’s remaining liquid into her mouth, set it on the table, grabbed the discarded jeans shorts, and tied Cheng Yafei’s hands behind her back.

She decided to buy new alcohol downstairs.

“What’s this…?”

“Got an eye mask?”

“Uh, in the bedroom nightstand.”

She fetched it, put it on her, and stepped off the couch wordlessly.

“A-Yue? What’s this mean?”

Good thing her pants weren’t wet. She fixed her collar and left.

“Hey! Can you hear me?”

The shouts were shut behind the door.

Sparkling wine was fine. But she craved vodka. She also grabbed some trendy milk beer. After nearly twenty minutes of browsing, Zhou Pinyue sauntered back upstairs.

The room was pitch-black. The movie was over, screen off, no lights on.

She found the wall switch. Warm yellow light poured down. The woman on the couch stayed put, knees tucked, in the corner.

Footsteps echoed in the living room. Breathing grew louder as she approached. She sat at the couch’s other end. She noticed it was sobbing.

“I bought new alcohol downstairs,” 

Zhou Pinyue said. 

“That store had a good selection. You crying?” 

She lifted the eye mask, meeting tear-soaked eyes.

Cheng Yafei squinted, frowned, and turned her face away.

“If you were leaving, you should’ve untied me first. It’s dangerous.”

“I wasn’t leaving.”

“Oh.”

Maybe she went too far. But there was no helping it.

Zhou Pinyue removed the eye mask. She untied her. And feeling guilty, she covered her eyes. She kissed the tear streaks. It ended with a soothing peck on the lips.

Feeling the kiss, the drenched woman flinched toward the armrest. 

“Sor…”

“I kissed you. It’s fine.”

Smirking, eyes crinkling, Zhou Pinyue gave another gentle kiss.

No response—perfect.

Cold violence always worked better than force.

She was well-versed in it.

But as her anger faded, guilt crept in. She softened her tone. Using the voice reserved for stray cats, she whispered, 

“My fault too. You said just a date, right? Let’s stop, okay?”

“Yeah.” 

Cheng Yafei sniffled, nodding.

“Pick something light to watch?”

“Sure.”

“And, shower first?”

“Yeah, going now.”

Wow…

Like a kid who messed up.

Still, it was the first time seeing Cheng Yafei cry. So she had tear ducts after all.

… …

Was the AC not cold enough?