After Being Betrayed by Bai Yueguang, She Said She Wanted to Keep Me as a Mistress (Pure Yuri) - 12 Morning Class (Part 2) [H]

12 Morning Class (Part 2) [H]

It felt obvious she was awake.

Or half-asleep, half-dreaming?

Continuing would be awkward, right? Getting caught touching someone while they slept—she’d lose all dignity.

Zhou Pinyue turned her over, straddled her, and brushed the messy hair off her face.

“Hey, are you pretending to sleep?”

Cheng Yafei frowned but still didn’t open her eyes.

Was this a novel or what? How could someone not wake up? Zhou Pinyue thought of those cat videos where they slept like the dead. They were unmoved by slaps or shakes.

Could a person do that?

“Then how do I wake you up?”

She lowered her head and whispered.

“Fine, don’t blame me.”

She lifted the blanket, ducked under, and pulled the pajamas up.

What next? Spread her legs like a doll? Manga like this always felt criminal. No, not criminal—just teaching, just a wake-up service. She was the one who wouldn’t wake up.

The soft flesh between her legs pressed against the sleep pants’ waistband. The rough fabric brought a sharp sensation. It made Zhou Pinyue want to exhale deeply. She kept a straight face, lifted herself slightly, and tugged the pants down.

The movement made the sleeping person stir. A displeased mumble escaped her throat.

Feeling guilty, Zhou Pinyue froze. She then crouched. She waited until the person stilled before continuing to pull off the pants.

Wait, wasn’t the point to wake her? She realized too late. Why be scared of her waking up?

This was ridiculous. What was she even doing?

She lowered herself. She was mimicking with her mouth. She clumsily licked the soft br3ast while mentally cursing herself.

How was she still not waking up?

Past the navel, her chin brushed against hair. At least it was still dry.

For some reason, touching someone else’s pubic hair felt more embarrassing than seeing their genitals. Genitals were just that, like a Phrygian cap. It varied on a basic shape. But pubic hair was just body hair. It was no different from hair elsewhere. Yet it was growing in such a private place.

Should she part it and put her tongue in? Was that still beginner-level?

In the end, Zhou Pinyue decided to test with her fingers. She didn’t dare pry the flesh apart. She just slid a finger into the slit. She was tracing up and down the lips.

It was already wet.

She gently teased the erect cl!t. She mustered courage to bring her lips closer. A confused hum came from above.

A mischievous urge sprouted in her heart.

She stuck out her tongue. She licked the salty groove, circling the vaginal opening.

Controlling saliva was hard; it mixed with the other’s fluids.

If one of them had a virus, would it spread? Mixing fluids was already too intimate, right? If Nuwa had used more advanced creation techniques, maybe their DNA would merge under mitochondrial temptation. It would turn the world into one where a kiss could make babies.

(Note: In Chinese mythology, Nuwa (or Nüwa) is a goddess often associated with creation and regarded as the mother of humanity. She is believed to have shaped humans from clay and is also credited with repairing the sky after a great disaster.)

This wasn’t about giving someone an orgasm. It was just doing enough to get attention, to outdo that endless dream.

Should she suck? Or was licking better? Zhou Pinyue recalled being serviced—licking seemed better. She tested her tongue’s pressure on her hand. She then applied it to the target.

Salty, slightly different from her own taste. But it was similar enough. It was not unbearable. Licking the vaginal opening felt like chasing the gland’s secretions. It was a bit perverse.

Fine, giving oral while someone slept was already perverse.

She pulled back slightly to breathe. She swallowed the leaking saliva. Her chin was wet. It was mixed liquids of varying stickiness, some swallowed. Which oddly pleased her. She was satisfied.

Just as she decided to stop and wake her normally by pinching her nose, the blanket lifted. And a cool breeze slipped in.

“What are you doing?”

Cheng Yafei’s face was flushed. She was panting. Her eyes were barely open. One of them squeezed shut from pleasure.

Zhou Pinyue had imagined her reaction: 1. Angry, demanding what she was doing; 2. Dazed, asking her to continue. Either was unbearable. She turned her face away, muttering, 

“I couldn’t wake you. You slept like the dead.”

“Because you slept with me, I felt safe.”

Was that line rehearsed? Zhou Pinyue’s heart warmed. But she rolled her eyes. She refused to believe it.

“Alright, you’re awake. My job’s done. Want breakfast?”

“Not yet.”

Her voice was too soft. It was barely audible even when straining.

“Huh? What?”

“Can you keep going?”

Cheng Yafei slipped under the blanket. Her legs clamped around her. In the confined space, soft whispers and rapid breaths were loud and clear.

Both reactions happened.

There was also a swallow from nervousness—whose, she didn’t know.

“I’ll teach you,” 

Cheng Yafei said, touching her face.

The sleep pants came off completely. Zhou Pinyue lowered her head again. She licked a few times. But she stopped when no guidance came.

“Tell me, how do I do it?”

“You have to say it out loud.”

“Uh, sure, whatever works.”

Both were parched, voices occasionally cracking. Cheng Yafei sounded still half-asleep. Her voice was hoarse and sticky. 

“Then, lick here, move like me.”

She demonstrated by rubbing the cl!t up and down. Zhou Pinyue licked before the hand pulled away, brushing a fingernail. The finger flinched as if burned. It retreated quickly.

“Also, does sucking feel good?”

“You can try.”

She did, and the changing rhythm of breaths pleased her.

This control brought immense psychological satisfaction.

But only the breathing changed.

Not pleasurable enough to moan, like on the couch?

Unwilling to accept that, she added her hand. Her fingertips grazed the engorged lips. She was teasing the entrance with her tongue. Two hums came from above, a hand lightly tugging her hair, the sound of skin on scalp. A slight pain made her want to cry out. But she held back.

Was it the lack of oxygen? Neither wanted to make noise. Should they ditch the blanket?

These thoughts didn’t feel like hers, like she was drunk.

“Ah, um… licking the urethra feels weird.”

Zhou Pinyue understood. When she was licked, the tongue, saliva, and secretions were hot and wet. It was too close to urine’s sensation. She always worried she’d accidentally pee in the sensory chaos.

Urine was pretty clean, though.

Not gross, but bad for the sheets? Whatever, not her sheets.

She kept circling that spot. She didn’t notice Cheng Yafei reach over to lift her chin.

“Can you not lick near here?”

The other hand tapped the urethra.

Her sleepy, sensual voice made Zhou Pinyue’s ears burn with guilty thoughts.

“It’s dirty and uncomfortable.”

“Got it.”

“Want to put it in?”

“Huh?”

“Your hand, want to try going in?”

Seeming more awake, Cheng Yafei squinted happily. She guided her to the spot.

“I’m faster with two, so…”

Zhou Pinyue froze. Her only thought: If I were a phone, I’d overheat and stop charging.

“Uh, I’ll wash my hands.”

“No need, come closer.”

Cheng Yafei sat up, took her wet hand, and licked the secretion-covered parts. Her tongue slid between fingers. It curled to lap up the liquid. She then took a finger in her mouth. She bit lightly, glanced up, and kissed the fingertip.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Breathing felt hard.

But lifting the blanket felt like ending something.

“Do you do this with others?”

Looking at that lustful face, Zhou Pinyue blurted out. She regretted it instantly.

“Hm? No.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Cheng Yafei cleaned the last bit. She then pressed her hand to her throat.

Zhou Pinyue felt the swallow clearly. Her fingers were pulled along the esophagus. They followed the mixed fluids down, splitting at the abdomen—one reaching its end, the other continuing downward.

But both would become part of that body.

“Come on?”