After Being Betrayed by Bai Yueguang, She Said She Wanted to Keep Me as a Mistress (Pure Yuri) - 13 The Sun [H]

13 The Sun [H]

The moment her nose touched the pubic mound again, Zhou Pinyue held her breath. She lowered her eyes, and opened her mouth. Her fingertips were slick with fluid. They entered the passage without much prelude.

In that instant, the waist in her hands moved closer. The hair and tender inner thigh brushed her cheek. Moments later, someone covered her hand. It let out a distorted whimper from their throat.

“You’re really not gentle at all…” 

Cheng Yafei complained softly.

“Should I ask you again?”

“…That’s not the issue.”

“The first time I went to your house, I felt really jealous.”

“What?”

Looking around, a villa district, a high-ceilinged living room. She casually asked: How big is your house? …Oh, that’s pretty big.

A spacious, clean mansion. It had a maid baking a cake in the kitchen. It was filled with the scent of butter. Living in luxury, never lifting a finger, with a house, a car, a dog—maybe the biggest setback was getting scolded for a bad exam. Suffering couldn’t be compared. But Cheng Yafei had it easier than most.

She minded, who wouldn’t? But that lofty presence suddenly looked down at her, kissed her, leaving her at a loss. It felt like a promise. It was a promise to share half of those perfect things. She knew her teenage self was lazy. She was craving something to fall back on. She outsourced the responsibility of life and calling it love.

“Never been gentle, and I hated you for it.”

“Yeah, I know,” 

Cheng Yafei said. 

“But it’s fine if you’re not gentle.”

Saying stuff like that again.

Zhou Pinyue didn’t respond.

She focused on the task. Her tongue was lapping at the lips and cl!t. It stirred the seeping fluids. Her fingertips slowly traced the inner walls. It was searching for the spot connected to the cl!t through a thin membrane. She fumbled a bit. The aroused sounds from the other came in fits and starts. The restless heat was like a fever. The warmth at her nose made bl00d rush. Her cheeks were burning uncomfortably.

“Here, right here.”

The voice above cracked. She felt her fingers inside the v4g1na being gripped. Then Cheng Yafei joined in. Their hands intertwined in the tight, soft flesh.

Honestly, if this person debuted as an erotic manga artist, they’d be a genius.

Zhou Pinyue half-squinted. She felt guided like a toddler learning to write. Those hands—she didn’t want to remember. It was during a lunch break, working on a bulletin board. It was when Cheng Yafei appeared behind her, startling her.

‘Why didn’t you go home?’

‘Curious, I guess?’

Then, she grabbed her chalk-dusted hand. She guided her fingertips to draw a childish sun in the top right corner. The warmth from back then, long forgotten.

‘Doesn’t this make it cuter?’

‘…It’s weird.’

‘But walking hand-in-hand under the sun feels nice, right?’

You know that too, don’t you?

“Ah, haah…”

Finding the right spot, the moans grew more excited.

Zhou Pinyue licked the lips with her tongue, looked up, and noticed the blanket was pulled tighter. It shrouded them in complete darkness. Only sounds remained. She also noticed that pressing upward inside slightly distorted the hums, sucking on the cl!t brought heavier, quicker gasps, and speeding up her licks made the v4g1na contract slightly.

Seeming to think she could handle it alone, Cheng Yafei withdrew. Her idle fingers curled. They scratched Zhou Pinyue’s cheekbone. They then moved to her head. They were pressing gently yet uncontrollably.

“Uh… I’m close…”

The thighs on either side of her head clamped tight—if this were a Brazilian jiu-jitsu fighter, her head might’ve been twisted off. She tried to lift herself with the force. Her nose to chin was pressed tightly against the crotch. It was barely able to breathe.

When the legs finally loosened, she could breathe. She was coughing violently. Her palm rested on the other’s stomach. It was feeling the taut, concave flesh quiver in the afterglow. It was squeezing the vocal cords into uncontrolled sounds.

Fully relaxed, Cheng Yafei took a deep breath. She lifted the blanket corner to let in light and cool air.

“Sorry, I didn’t control it well. Was it uncomfortable?”

Both were drenched in sweat, panting. Zhou Pinyue kept her eyes closed. She was feeling sweat drip from her brow to eyelids. Her cheeks and chin were a mess.

She propped herself up. Her crotch rubbed the rough sheets.

Wet, very wet.

She slowly opened her eyes. But it was only to have her wrist grabbed.

“Don’t move, I’ll wipe you.”

Daylight made everything clearer.

Sweat on her forehead, fluids on her nose, saliva on her chin—wiped clean, Cheng Yafei kissed her hand. Her eyes were smiling.

“You’re pretty talented, huh.”

“That sounds so weird…” 

Talented at s3x? Was that a thing?

“But it’s true. Even when you kissed me before, I thought you’d been in love, super mature.”

“Are you being humble now?”

“No, I think I’m pretty boring in this department.”

What? For real?

This wasn’t humility—it was Versailles-level bragging.

But thinking of their first kiss, Zhou Pinyue was indeed the guide. It was a flustered, helpless moment—teeth clashing, rhythms off, breathing chaotic. She kissed while talking: lick the lips, suck, open the mouth, extend the tongue. But it was not too deep, not like stirring. Hand on the ear, palm on the wrist, elbow against the ribs. She mischievously nipped the intruding tongue. And after complaints that it hurt, she pushed the other away first. It was like a thief crying thief.

But beyond that, she didn’t think she was more experienced than Cheng Yafei. She scoffed, 

“You serious?”

“Serious.”

“…”

“I haven’t done any wild positions.”

“Wild, like what?”

“Interested, huh?”

She caught a hint of mischief in Cheng Yafei’s laugh.

Definitely on purpose.

“Like, scissor style?”

“Uh…”

“Not into it?”

“Not exactly…”

Too embarrassing, that image. Not much contact elsewhere. And you couldn’t see the face.

“Not necessarily scissor style. Just grinding, I mean.”

The AC eased the heat. But the wetness between her legs lingered. A hand reached over. It was circling her thigh. The woman before her leaned down. She looked up. She then spoke almost pleadingly.

“Want to try? What position do you want?”

Her lower back itched.

“I haven’t tried either, but I’ll work hard.”

Really hadn’t?

“And you’re wet too, right?”

Yeah.

The sky was almost fully bright.

Would making love under the sun feel nice too?