After Being Betrayed by Bai Yueguang, She Said She Wanted to Keep Me as a Mistress (Pure Yuri) - 14 Undressing and Entwining [H]

14 Undressing and Entwining [H]

Her calf rested on someone’s shoulder. It was a first in her life.

“Why am I the one pinned down?”

She just asked. And Cheng Yafei said, 

“You can barely do sit-ups or push-ups.”

“That’s got nothing to do with it…”

“It’s got everything to do with it. Plus, isn’t your back weak?”

“That doesn’t matter either.”

“I’m the boss!”

Her tone was serious. It was like discussing relay race plans for a sports day.

It hurt. One leg was pressed at the bottom. Her abdomen acted as a leverage point for the person on top. It caused some pain.

“Take off your clothes?”

One unbuttoned the shirt, the other pulled off the sweater. No more words were spoken. Their joined genitals made sounds like a tongue kiss. Four folds of flesh twisted and deformed under each other’s influence. Fingerprints from the pressure marked her thighs. It made them tremble uncontrollably.

It felt like masturbating against a table edge—no, a table edge was harder. More like a pillow.

Naked and entwined. Pinned to the bed, legs spread wildly. The joining point made squelching noises. And sticky fluid dripped down her buttocks. Pleasure churned through her tense body. If she could, Zhou Pinyue would’ve kicked her legs. Instead, she grasped at the air helplessly. She finally clutched the sheets and her own face.

Unlike a hand, unlike a mouth. The most private part was soft and scorching, it nearly burned her. The pleasure was long and vast. She closed her eyes. She pursed her lips. And unexpectedly, she climaxed softly.

“Why do you always hold back?”

Someone grabbed her wrist. They pulled it from her face. Her post-climax cl!t trembled at the slightest touch. It was like a knee-jerk reflex. She pleaded, 

“Too sensitive… stop for a bit.”

“You’re good at holding back. Maybe push through, and it’ll be fine.”

“…!”

Her legs were pulled apart, painfully. Someone spread her lips. It was as if the more sensitive she was, the more they wanted to expose her weakest parts.

If it were her, she’d never push past that knee-jerk reflex—she’d stop halfway, slacking off. But with someone else, it was different. Push through? Fine, she’d try. She didn’t mind more pleasure. She vaguely felt some fluid spurt. It splashed onto their entwined pubic hair. It was sharp like a cut when it grazed her cl!t.

As if reading her mind, Cheng Yafei’s voice sounded like it came from across a lake. 

“Shave it next time, okay?”

“What?”

“The hair. It’s prickly, doesn’t it bother you?”

“Ask me anything now, and I’ll agree…”

—Forgive me, say you love me, say you’ll stay with me, I’d agree. Only now. Good thing you won’t say it.

Her limp arms loosely circled the hand at her chest. Zhou Pinyue closed her eyes, hunched her shoulders, and felt the person on top speed up their hip twists. The waves of pleasure were chaotic. It was like a constant climax. What was going on? Why was it so fast today?

Her thigh muscles spasmed violently. Her lower back to tailbone was aching. Fluid sprayed. It spilled onto their stomachs. She felt her body turn into a bouncing shrimp—if not pinned, she’d never stay still.

The entire pubic area was wet and slick. The hands gripping her waist tightened. Their movements grew frantic and erratic. Teeth grazed her knee—probably close.

At that moment, Zhou Pinyue pulled the person lower by their hands. She silently signaled for closer contact. For her, s3x needed hugs, kisses, chests pressed together. It needed as much skin contact as possible.

From start to finish, what they did wasn’t really about love. Was it that so-called “hate-s3x”?

Guess she really did it.

On second thought, maybe she didn’t hate that much. If she did, she’d spew vile words. Like those “dirty talk” labeled works, calling someone cheap, slutty, shameless. She couldn’t, because she didn’t want to seem cruel? Caring about her image? Or was she just kind? Maybe she herself was pretty slutty—what’s wrong with that?

Whatever, call it intercourse then.

Even on the edge, Cheng Yafei gave up her pleasure to meet her request. She slowed down and leaned in. So she wrapped her arms around the neck. She was tentatively touching lips. She pried open closed teeth with her tongue.

The other seemed surprised. A trembling hum escaped between their lips.

Their tongues met. They shared fiery warmth. A fleeting sweetness was rising in her heart.

She couldn’t keep kissing.

Kissing wasn’t a big deal—their lower lips were already kissing. So what was the upper pair avoiding? But if they kissed every time, tasting that sweetness, she’d fall into love like a madwoman. She had syrup oozing from her eyes, ears, nose, mouth. It turned from vomit to sticky sweetness. It wouldn’t cause physical harm. But her plans, her heart, her life would be ruined.

“My legs hurt,” 

She said. She felt dehydrated or oxygen-starved. She was dizzy, seeing stars.

Before an apology came, she raised her knee. She wrapped it around the waist above. While her fingertips rubbed the cl!t between their legs. It was not too light or heavy. The pinned leg could finally move. It lifted to support the sinking hips.

Cheng Yafei pressed her face into her collarbone. Her shoulders were shuddering. At climax, her waist arched. It was as if it was trying to escape the overwhelming stimulus. So she pressed the tailbone, locking her in place.

“Ah, ha… stop, that’s enough, enough, um… Yue, stop.”

Her hand was firmly moved away. Zhou Pinyue didn’t bother continuing—she wanted water and to lie naked in an embrace.

Birds chirped outside.

She buried her nose in Cheng Yafei’s collarbone. She mumbled, 

“Any plans today? Tomorrow’s work.”

“I can take leave,” 

Then came a murmured reply.

“For what reason?”

“Got wet in the rain, caught a cold.”

“…You don’t work just to ‘experience life,’ do you?” 

Honestly, it was impressive this kid even worked.

“No, I’ve got an inheritance to fight for. A real mansion drama.”

“As if I’d believe that.”

The sky outside was clear blue. It was rare in this city. Montage-like images flashed in Zhou Pinyue’s mind: suffocating, steamy streets; sunshowers, iced drinks against her cheek, heat-warped greenery; sneaking porn, imagining the POV as her best friend; vague kisses, noting the shampoo brand during sleepovers; red paint on her face, neck, chest. It was so obvious now—how was she so clueless back then? Clueless to a fault. And when someone pointed out, “You like her, don’t you?” she got mad.

Okay, she’d probably still get mad now.

After enough cuddling, she pushed her away. She said she needed water.

Cheng Yafei got up first. 

“I’ll get it. Did I hurt you?”

“Pretty painful. But pay me, and it won’t hurt.”

A brief silence.

“…Do you only love my money?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine, what can I do with you?”

With a dramatic huff, she slipped on clothes and left to get water. Before she returned, a transfer notification pinged.

Two months, eight weekends, six left. Can’t take leave every day, right? Six weekends, minus this one, twelve days left. Not bad. Zhou Pinyue smacked her lips. She was calculating.

Suddenly, she wanted to say, “After this, I’m retiring.” Because the emotional toll was too much…

“Here, water. Want to wash? Or sleep more? I’m washing up and going for breakfast.”

“I’ll rest. You wash first.”

“Alright.”

Watching Cheng Yafei close the bathroom door, she wrapped herself in the blanket. She then sipped some water and checked her phone.

Twelve unread messages. It was probably system alerts or spam.

She planned to clear them but noticed one from an unknown number last night.

[Are you home?]

21:54.

New scam tactic?

Hesitating whether to block or reply “Who are you,” a message popped up.

It was from her neighbor. She rented in a building with four units per floor. The woman across was Ah Ying. She lived alone. She grew flowers on the shared windowsill. And they’d gotten friendly over time. Ah Ying worked late. She often asked her to grab packages left at the door. In return, she’d eat at Ah Ying’s when she cooked extra.

[Xiao Zhou, you not home? Someone looked for you last night. She said she’s your sister. She sat at your door for ages. So I let her sleep on my couch.]

[What? I don’t have a sister. Be careful, could be a scam.]

[? For real? But she’s a young student, looks super young.]

[Ask more? Or call the police.]

[Okay.]

So Zhou Pinyue waited. The chat then pushed up.

[She says her name’s Xie Tianyu. You know her?]