It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 20

Xing Enxi lowered her head, her lips and tongue enveloping Wanqi Lang’s n1pple as she sucked on it, her teeth occasionally nibbling at the tip. To prevent Wanqi Lang from making any noise, she inserted her middle and ring fingers into her mouth and stirred them around.

Wanqi Lang felt a sense of violation in her body, an unusual slickness deep between her legs, the crotch of her nightgown sticking黏ily to her skin.

The sounds from the sink outside, the rushing water, were all clearly audible.

Xing Enxi seemed not to hear them at all. She released the n1pple, now red and swollen from the sucking, lifted her head, and looked at Wanqi Lang’s tear-blurred eyes and the mess on her chest. The storm in her gaze intensified; the punishment was not enough yet.

She squatted down, her view filled by the space between Wanqi Lang’s legs. The thin panties had long since become soaked to a dark color, clinging tightly to outline the plump contours, even revealing the stiff little point at the top delineated by the wet fabric.

Xing Enxi’s hands gripped the skin of Wanqi Lang’s thighs, spreading them apart to the sides, exposing the drenched center even more completely without reservation, then she buried her head down.

“Mm… ha…” Without Xing Enxi’s fingers, Wanqi Lang feared she truly could not hold back her voice and get discovered, so she could only clamp her hand tightly over her own mouth.

Xing Enxi’s lips, separated by that layer of slick fabric, covered the cl!toris, her warm breath and soft touch transmitting through the thin cloth.

The water sounds outside stopped, and the footsteps seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Wanqi Lang’s soul fled in terror; she shook her head frantically, her body struggling violently.

She would be heard; stop quickly!

But Xing Enxi acted as if she had gone mad, pressing her tongue tip forcefully against the wet fabric, licking in quick circles.

The pleasure was so fierce that it nearly suffocated Wanqi Lang; spasms wracked deep in her body, and she felt uncontrollably on the verge of screaming out loud.

Her cries grew louder and louder, the sounds muffled under her fingers carrying a tearing quality.

Xing Enxi noticed it too, so she grabbed Wanqi Lang’s panties and pulled them down. The pink petals and swollen cl!toris were exposed to the slightly cool air, glistening wetly with lewd light.

Wanqi Lang felt shame so intense she wanted to die. Just as she tried to call out, Xing Enxi balled up the soaked panties and stuffed them into Wanqi Lang’s mouth, blocking it completely.

“Mm mm—” Wanqi Lang could only manage whimpers now, her eye sockets moist. As soon as her tongue moved, she could taste her own fluids.

Silencing complete.

Xing Enxi held nothing back now. Her red lips enveloped the cl!toris, already erect, and her tongue, flexible as a snake, teased it.

With such fierce stimulation below, Wanqi Lang’s waist tensed, her buttocks trembled, and her legs clamped tightly around Xing Enxi’s head. Another rush of hot fluid came from deep in her passage. Muffled, indistinct whimpers escaped from her plugged mouth, saliva dripping from the corners where the panties were stuffed.

Xing Enxi felt the entire vulva trembling and knew she was on the edge of climax, so she intensified the suction, her tongue tip pressing upward.

Wanqi Lang’s legs clamped uncontrollably as her whole body shuddered; waves of scorching tidewater surged out one after another, filling Xing Enxi’s mouth and trickling down her chin and neck.

The climax lasted a long time. Wanqi Lang slid into Xing Enxi’s arms, her body still shaking uncontrollably.

Xing Enxi stood up, licked her lips glistening with fluid, carefully withdrew the panties from Wanqi Lang’s mouth, wiped the saliva from her corners, straightened her nightgown pulled up to her chest, and covered the mess.

“Do you still have the strength? Want to go again?”

Her hand slid ambiguously down along Wanqi Lang’s waistline.

“No! Don’t… no more!” Wanqi Lang used all her strength to press down on Xing Enxi’s mischievous hand, tears nearly spilling out. “I really can’t anymore; spare me… it’s been too many times today; it’s all swollen down there…”

She pleaded pitifully, her body still trembling slightly, completely in the fearful state of someone thoroughly drained.

Xing Enxi could not bear to bully her further and pinched her waist. “Alright, I’ll let you off.”

The two waited a good while longer in the stall until there was finally no movement outside.

“Come on, let’s wash up.”

Xing Enxi supported Wanqi Lang’s limp arm, opened the stall door, and the corridor was empty. Their steps unsteady, the two made their way to the sink. In the huge mirror, their disheveled appearances reflected:

Xing Enxi’s shirt was wrinkled like pickled vegetables, the collar open, with suspicious shiny water stains remaining on her chin and neck. Wanqi Lang was even worse—her eyes red, lips bitten swollen, tear tracks and saliva marks crisscrossing her cheeks, red marks covering her exposed chest and collarbone, her legs still trembling, entirely reliant on Xing Enxi’s support.

Xing Enxi twisted on the faucet, cupped some ice-cold water, splashed it on her face, rinsed her chin, and even gargled.

Wanqi Lang wanted to wash too, but her hands shook so much she could not twist the faucet. Seeing this, Xing Enxi twisted it open for her, placed her hand under the flow, and with the water, wiped her face, then cupped a mouthful for her to gargle.

As the two buried their heads in cleaning up the traces, the bathroom door was pushed open, and a fashionably dressed girl walked in humming a tune.

Seeing the two in such a state, she thought either they had fought or “fought.”

“Boss Lang, are you okay?” The girl teased with a grin.

Wanqi Lang’s face flushed red at once:

“Ah, no… I just drank a bit too much and feel a little dizzy…” Her voice floated weakly, and her body shrank a bit toward Xing Enxi.

Xing Enxi remained relatively composed, turning slightly to block more of Wanqi Lang’s dishevelment.

The girl gave an understanding “oh,” her gaze even more mischievous. “Got it, got it. Drinking can really get to your head, huh? Face so red like that. You two carry on then. See you later, boss.”

She smiled and walked into a stall.

Carry on my ass.

Wanqi Lang wished she could vanish on the spot. She grabbed Xing Enxi’s arm and headed out. “Quick, let’s go!”

The two ran out of the bathroom like refugees. As they passed the bar, Old Zhang held a freshly polished glass and watched the two dash by.

It had been exactly half an hour.

Old Zhang watched them go, thinking silently to himself that youth was truly wonderful.

Xing Enxi supported the nearly melting Wanqi Lang as they hurried with quick steps into the rest room behind, closed the door, and shut out all gazes.

Wanqi Lang panted for breath, gazing resentfully at Xing Enxi beside her. “How do you have so much energy?”

As soon as she recalled what had happened earlier, soreness swelled in her waist and legs again.

Xing Enxi turned her head too, and they spoke at the same time. “How do you have so much fluid?”

Wanqi Lang’s face reddened several shades more. She turned away peevishly. Heaven knew why, but once alcohol hit her stomach, it was like flipping a switch in her body, making her so sensitive she could not control it at all.

She muttered, “I… when I drink alcohol, I… get like this.”

Xing Enxi laughed, lifted her own wrist to look, and spoke slowly too:

“I think I’m about the same.” She flexed her finger joints. “After drinking, my strength gets especially strong.”

Normally, she definitely would not have toyed with Wanqi Lang, this big live person, flipping her over and over like a toy so easily. That burst of strength today felt like it emerged from her bones, impossible to rein in.

So one turned into a faucet after drinking, and the other became a strongman.

Wanqi Lang listened to her explanation and laughed so hard on the sofa that she convulsed, pulling painfully at her waist and below.

Xing Enxi watched her helplessly amused expression and laughed along. The alcohol wove together weariness and satisfaction. She walked to the sofa and squatted down.

“Don’t move around.” Xing Enxi reached out to pull Wanqi Lang’s jacket tighter around her. “Want to take a shower?”

Wanqi Lang shook her head; she lacked even the strength to lift her eyelids. “I’m so tired my bones feel scattered; I can’t move.”

Xing Enxi did not insist. She glanced around, walked to the small fridge in the corner, took out a bottle of iced mineral water, and returned.

She took a big gulp herself first; the cool water slid down her throat, finally quelling a bit of the heat. Then she propped up the still-slumped Wanqi Lang and held the bottle to her lips.

“Drink some water to replenish the fluids you lost.”

Wanqi Lang had just taken a sip when she heard that and wanted to kick her, only to find her legs pinned down long ago.

“Alright, drink the water properly.”