Desert Island Girl (Pure Lily) - Chapter 15.1
Looking at the boxes of fruits filling the storage cabin, the five girls excitedly hugged each other, jumping and cheering with great enthusiasm.
Next… it was time to work!
To improve efficiency, Mu Xiaoyang and the others divided their tasks.
Mu Xiaoyang and Yi Yun had average strength, so they stayed in the warehouse, moving intact fruit boxes onto walk-in racks.
Each large cardboard box held about sixty to seventy pounds of fruit, which was quite challenging for the two girls.
Jiang Ning and Lin Tingting had less strength; making them carry fruit would exhaust them completely.
Lin Tingting and Jiang Ning pushed the fruit-filled racks from the warehouse to the staircase at the corridor’s end.
The racks had wheels, making them easy to push.
Meanwhile, the strong girl, Bai Niao, stood at the staircase, receiving the fruits and carrying them to the outer corridor on the ship’s first floor.
Bai Niao carried three boxes at once!
That was about two hundred pounds—three boxes were like three empty boxes to her, shocking Lin Tingting and Jiang Ning.
The work stretched across a long line.
Pairs of feet moved through the waterlogged corridor, splashing cool water as the girls ran back and forth in the storage cabin, accompanied by their laughter.
“Xiaoyang, help me lift this watermelon box onto the rack,” Yi Yun said in the warehouse, bending deeply.
Half of her white br3asts spilled out from her tank top.
Since she wore no bra, Mu Xiaoyang clearly saw her areola.
Yesterday, they focused on Yi Yun’s lower body, and Mu Xiaoyang hadn’t really touched her br3asts when they were stuck in the porthole.
Noticing Mu Xiaoyang staring at her chest, Yi Yun caught her breath and smiled flirtatiously.
“What? Interested in your sister’s body?”
“Huh?”
Startled, Mu Xiaoyang’s face quickly turned red.
“No… I just… thought Sister Yun’s br3asts are big…”
“Haha, right?” Yi Yun giggled, lifting her impressive chest.
“I think so too—I’m quite confident in my figure.”
Together, they lifted the watermelon box onto the rack, both panting.
Mu Xiaoyang smiled, wiping her forehead.
“Honestly, I’m pretty jealous of Sister Yun’s naturally great figure…”
“Naturally?”
Yi Yun gave a wry smile.
“Come on, my little sister—guess how much my weight would skyrocket if I didn’t exercise with br3asts this big?”
Turning to place a basket of strawberries on the rack, Yi Yun sighed, her expression nostalgic.
“I’ll be honest, Xiaoyang, I gain weight easily…”
“Uh… fat?”
Looking at Yi Yun’s slim, toned waist, Mu Xiaoyang couldn’t connect her to the word “fat.”
Seeing her disbelief, Yi Yun playfully rolled her eyes.
“Why would I lie? Ugh… being a model is tough… you have to strictly control your weight, figure, and appearance. Do you know how much sweat and effort I’ve put into maintaining my figure?”
The beauty looked at Mu Xiaoyang with emotion.
“There’s no such thing as a naturally great figure, Xiaoyang… If someone says that, they’re lying. Besides exercise, there’s no healthy way to control your weight—whether you want to gain or lose it…”
Pausing, Yi Yun seemed to recall something and shook her head sheepishly.
“Sorry, Xiaoyang… I didn’t mean to ramble…”
“No, no! I think Sister Yun makes a lot of sense!”
Mu Xiaoyang quickly waved her hands.
“Really?”
Smiling slightly, Yi Yun listened to the empty corridor where Lin Tingting and the others were still chatting and delivering goods to Bai Niao.
She turned, hooked her finger under her top, and gently pulled it down, revealing a plump, white br3ast.
“Yi… Yi Yun?”
Seeing Mu Xiaoyang’s flushed face, Yi Yun jiggled her exposed br3ast and winked mysteriously.
“What do you think, Xiaoyang? Want to touch it?”
“Can… I?”
Staring at the long, bl00d-red n1pple on the firm br3ast, Mu Xiaoyang swallowed hard.
Pushing out her chest, the porcelain-like br3ast quivered.
Yi Yun teased, “Of course—you’ve touched my pvssy all over, so what’s touching my br3ast? Or… do you not want to?”
“No… no way! Then… I won’t hold back!”
Biting her lip, Mu Xiaoyang blushed, wiped her hands on her skirt, and reached out, grasping Yi Yun’s br3ast.
More accurately, she grasped “part” of it…
Yi Yun’s br3ast was so large and full that even with five fingers spread wide, sinking deep into the flesh, Mu Xiaoyang could only cover about three-quarters of it.
Moving her hand in circles, the n1pple rubbed in Mu Xiaoyang’s palm, gradually hardening…
So erotic…
Watching the white br3ast squeeze and deform in her hand, Mu Xiaoyang’s heart raced.
It felt different from buttocks—so soft, so comfortable… but with a pinch, there was a slight resilience—so soft yet firm, no wonder it was so big and perky…
Her body temperature rose, and Mu Xiaoyang felt a reaction in her own body.
She pressed closer to Yi Yun, slipped her other hand into Yi Yun’s pants, and reached toward her lower abdomen.
Her fingertips brushed soft pubic hair, and Mu Xiaoyang’s middle finger slid into Yi Yun’s butt crack, then over her lips, reaching the cl!toris at the top.
Gently pushing one lip aside with her ring finger, Mu Xiaoyang used her thumb and index finger to lightly pinch the hardening little bud through the skin…
A flush spread across Yi Yun’s face as pleasure hit her sensitive spots.
She quickly clamped her thighs around Mu Xiaoyang’s hand, panting softly.
“Hah… stop, Xiaoyang… this isn’t the place for that…”
Mu Xiaoyang calmed down.
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