After Being Betrayed by Bai Yueguang, She Said She Wanted to Keep Me as a Mistress (Pure Yuri) - 11 Morning Class (Part 1) [Slightly H]

11 Morning Class (Part 1) [Slightly H]

“Let’s just sleep, I’m not in the mood now,” 

Cheng Yafei said. She pushed her hand out of the clothes.

“Then teach me or tell me, pick one.”

It wasn’t really about wanting to do it. It was just a playful mindset. Since the real need couldn’t be met, something else had to be satisfied.

“I choose sleep.”

Zhou Pinyue stared at those eyes. They seemed perfect for painting with dark green.

Honestly, it wasn’t hard to guess.

Every exam time, Cheng Yafei got anxious. She became overly cautious. That caution wasn’t about fearing danger but about fearing becoming the danger herself. If she missed curfew, she rushed home desperately. She would even risk getting hit by a car. It was as if an emergency needed her personal attention. She couldn’t stand the cooling of a crowd’s vibe. She filled even a second of silence with chatter or nonsense. A campus star, yet always reading faces. It was as if the sky would collapse if someone showed a hint of displeasure.

Those green-tinted irises were snake-like eyes. They were cautious. Zhou Pinyue knew, of course, that an Asian’s irises couldn’t be dark green. That was a color she herself added. Her adaptation, her love letter, hers.

Of course, that’s a poetic way to put it. In plain words, Cheng Yafei’s true self was just a self-loathing, deeply closeted neurotic.

Or rather, a neurotic exposed by Zhou Pinyue: scared of being seen as gay, scared of grades slipping, scared of not getting home on time, scared of a silent conversation partner, scared of seeing an unhappy face. But because of Zhou Pinyue, she was seen as gay. Her grades slipped from fooling around with Zhou Pinyue. And likewise, she couldn’t get home on time. Because Zhou Pinyue was often silent, she filled the gaps with chatter. Because Zhou Pinyue often looked unhappy, she tried harder to smile.

Though it caused the other pain, deep down, part of her enjoyed seeing that melancholy she caused. She felt guilty afterward. But if she really felt so guilty, she wouldn’t have chosen to hurt in the first place, right? “Love” started as wanting to consume. It is accompanied with some envy, some resentment, wanting to become, to replace. Later, it was like ice cream melting. It blended together. Her view differed from Cheng Yafei’s; she didn’t think this relationship had to be equal. She fell in love with the feeling of seeing that melancholy, knowing her role in it. She loved the part of herself that blended into the other. Until red and blue mixed into purple, no longer separable.

It was a bit twisted. So part of her didn’t plan to get too close. She knew healthy love was impossible.

“But you’re the sugar mommy, giving me money without needing me to serve you. Isn’t that weird? Can you get off with just your fingers?”

“Just assume I have too much money. Why care about the sugar mommy’s needs?”

Zhou Pinyue fell silent.

She grabbed the collar tossed aside.

“I always thought this suited you better.”

“What, are we taking turns now? You play the dog once, then I do?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“So childish.”

“Why do you keep calling me childish?”

“Because you are childish,” 

Cheng Yafei said. She was sulking. She sat up slightly, pulled the blanket over, and covered them both. 

“We’ll catch a cold like this.”

“Wow, you’re so kind,” 

Zhou Pinyue said sarcastically. 

“Who was it that made me wear that shirt and then take it off? Hard to guess.”

“…What do you want to do to sleep?”

“Then promise to teach me, and I’ll sleep.”

“Why obsess over this now?”

“If you don’t agree, this deal’s off.”

“What deal?”

“I’ll refund your money, and we’ll act like nothing happened.”

No change. After all these years, Cheng Yafei hadn’t changed a bit. Every time, she cruelly separated the colors they had blended together.

Unforgivable. Why refuse to share more melancholy? Why lock the heart shut? Why pull back? She hated that expression—eyes glancing aside, lips pursed, helpless face, hands pushing shoulders away. What did it mean? What did it mean? What did it mean?

“What do you say? If we’re done, I can leave now.”

At the mention of leaving, Cheng Yafei frowned.

“I never said you could back out.”

“What, you gonna tie me up here?”

“This isn’t a romance novel. That’d be illegal.”

Despite the arguing vibe, that line made Zhou Pinyue want to laugh.

“…”

On the other hand, Cheng Yafei pouted. She looked ready to cry.

“If you leave now, where would you go? It’s the middle of the night.”

“Some random motel, none of your business.”

Another long silence, maybe a century long. Just as she hesitated to say more, Zhou Pinyue felt something warm grip her hands.

“If I agree, can we sleep holding each other… and hold hands?”

Before, they slept separately—one in the master bedroom, one in the guest room.

Why always make trivial requests with that “I’m being too much” look?

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s all. Oh, and teaching’s fine, but we talk after waking up.”

“…Fine, I’ll clean up first.”

Did the deal fall apart? Zhou Pinyue wondered. Was the mystery solved? Not really. It seemed Cheng Yafei just wanted her to stay close and not ask questions. But she wanted more than that. Still, it didn’t matter now. Like she said, this wasn’t a novel. No one had the energy to keep chasing after being pushed away repeatedly. Especially since she didn’t want to chase anyone. Since they both accepted this distance, let it stay until the deadline.

“I’ll help you. And put on some clothes.”

“Oh, thanks.”

Wiping down, putting on clothes, taking them off, putting them on again—the shirt must be annoyed.

The last button, second, third, fourth. Up to the final one, it was a bit tight.

“Do you have to button it all up?”

“Yes, it’s cold.”

“You’re the one who’s cold.”

“Yeah, I’m cold. So warm me up.”

Smiling, Cheng Yafei lay down. Her arms were open, waiting.

Sleeping together in summer wasn’t about warmth—it’d be swelteringly fatal.

It was the sugar mommy’s request. So no choice.

Zhou Pinyue lay down obediently. Her back was turned. The heat source behind her pressed close. Right arm slipping between neck and pillow, left arm around her waist, one leg between hers. It felt odd, especially with no underwear.

“And hand-holding.” 

The right hand paused before her. Her fingers curled. So she filled the gaps with her own.

This position was awkward. She didn’t know how it felt to hold someone. But as the pillow, it was uncomfortable—couldn’t turn, and side-lying made her neck sore.

Warm breath hit her nape.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

Warm breath, gradually steady breathing.

…Like sleeping on pins and needles.

No way, did this girl actually fall asleep?

Zhou Pinyue forced her eyes shut. She counted sheep. She barely lost consciousness. She woke before dawn. Dry mouth, headache, sore muscles—she slept terribly.

She carefully freed their sweaty hands, moved the arm off her waist, got out of bed slowly, and tiptoed to the kitchen for water.

Her throat felt reborn.

She returned to the bedside. She stood like a ghost for a bit.

The horizon showed a faint dawn.

She lifted the blanket. She then found the person beneath curled up, as if cold.

The last time she saw this person’s sleeping face was a weekend stayover, also summer. The girl in pajamas napped on the couch with Benben. It was undeniably cute—peaceful, relaxed, body soft, lips slightly upturned. It made one wonder about her sweet dreams.

Now, it looked like a nightmare.

Getting into bed on the other side, she approached Cheng Yafei from behind. She was mimicking the earlier embrace. She felt what it was like to hold someone.

Maybe like the security of hugging a toy as a kid, but different—this pillow had warmth. It was rising and falling with breath.

So that’s it.

“Do what you do, and maybe I’ll understand you better?” 

She thought.

“You should wake up and teach me.”

Zhou Pinyue whispered to the air.

On impulse, her hand didn’t stop at the waist but moved downward.

Would she wake? How far would it take?

Was this gross? But she agreed to teach after waking. So this wasn’t a breach or overstepping.

She could learn on her own if not taught.

If she slipped her hand into the underwear now, would she wake? Pretend to sleep awkwardly? Get mad?

If she slept that deeply, would she struggle in confused surprise at climax, pinned by pleasure, body slow to wake, sharp currents hitting her mind first?

Would foreplay while asleep still make her wet?

Her descending hand paused at the waistband’s edge. The other hand slid under. It was up to the pressed-together br3asts. It brushed lightly a few times until the n1pples hardened.

Warm, uneven breathing, expanding chest, tightening legs, an involuntary twisting waist.

Zhou Pinyue followed the contracting abdomen. She breached the final barrier. She sank into the moist space between the legs. She used her knee to part those legs, creating more room.

Still not awake? Was the teacher late?

Since the teacher hadn’t arrived, time for more pre-class prep.

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*Yafei is a red like palace walls, also the color of court officials’ robes. Pinyue is close to sky blue or pale blue. Together, they might blend into a light purple.