Pillowside Passion - Chapter 19

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Du Qingting acted sweet, her tone laced with playful coaxing.

She knew well that older sisters fell for this trick. Growing up with You Jin, despite You Jin’s stern demeanor, whenever Du Qingting showed a hint of vulnerability, You Jin couldn’t stay too harsh. But as a stubborn kid, she rarely softened, unwilling to yield to You Jin.

Sure enough, her words melted the sister in her arms.

“Alright.”

You Jin’s voice sank softly, turning to look at her with earnest eyes. Du Qingting could feel her deep emotion. Their gazes locked, the air growing heavy with ambiguity. You Jin said, “Say it again.”

“Say you really like me.”

Du Qingting hadn’t drunk that night—she genuinely adored You Jin, her scent, her tenderness. She said, word by word, “I like you so much, crazy about you.”

Soon, her lips were sealed.

You Jin’s kiss turned fierce, unlike before. The usually soft, indulgent woman who let Du Qingting have her way now kissed with a wild edge, biting and pressing against her lips.

Du Qingting was dazed at first, caught off guard. As she came to and kissed back, she found herself overwhelmed by You Jin’s tenderness. Instinctively, she wanted to pull away, yet her body craved the kiss, eagerly meeting it.

Until You Jin paused the invasion.

Breathing against Du Qingting’s lips, You Jin spoke as Du Qingting’s hands braced the wall. “Real or fake? Do you like me with love, or just want to do it?”

Du Qingting hesitated, her heart thumping hard. She couldn’t answer.

So You Jin kissed her again, pressing her against the wall, gripping her tightly, as if it wasn’t enough. Her fingers lifted Du Qingting’s chin, urging her to meet the kiss fully.

“Then make it real.”

You Jin said, “Love me properly.”

Du Qingting had said like, not yet love.

Love her, want to love her.

In the bathroom, the white overhead light flicked on, a bit blinding. Du Qingting squinted. You Jin held her hands, pinning her against the white tiled wall. With one hand, she gently touched where she’d gripped, her tone soft. “How do you want me to coax you?”

Du Qingting hadn’t thought it through. In her mind, if You Jin said their honeymoon wasn’t over and they’d keep dating, her temper would settle—she wouldn’t sulk with her girlfriend.

But her thoughts wandered. If coaxing didn’t work, punishment would do. That kiss just now, was that punishment?

Why was she punished for saying she liked her?

You Jin raised her hand, and water from the shower poured down, drenching Du Qingting, turning her into a soaked puppy.

Her hair dripping, her white short-sleeve half-soaked, You Jin looked at her, pinching her shirt. “Like this, or like last time—everything?”

“Everything,” Du Qingting said greedily, her eyes sincere, no pretense. Her gaze expertly scanned every spot on You Jin she could claim, confirming, “Mine, all mine, right?”

You Jin nodded, grasping her fingers, guiding her to undo. “Not just yours, you can use it however you want.”

Du Qingting tugged hard.

In the end, noticing You Jin tremble, she went wild, leaving her marks on her.

You Jin let her run rampant, only stopping her with a helpless, indulgent tug on her hair when she nearly broke skin. “Puppies are like this… love marking their territory.”

She said it without stopping her. “But a little gentler, okay? Sis is sensitive to pain.”

Du Qingting couldn’t hold back. By the end, her knees hit the floor. You Jin dangled a hook, holding her hand, fingers circling her fingertips, whispering, “…You only kissed. You haven’t invaded.”

How could Du Qingting resist? It wasn’t that she didn’t want to invade, You Jin hadn’t opened the door. Hooking her waist, she lingered half an hour longer.

When leaving, Du Qingting was pressed against the glass door.

You Jin washed off all the suds.

Du Qingting’s forehead pressed against the glass, feeling You Jin’s soft, enveloping embrace. This woman… was dangerously captivating.

You Jin pulled back. “All clean.”

“Mmm…” The sound dragged, her fingers smacking the frosted glass twice.

That night, Du Qingting didn’t return to her room or enter You Jin’s.

As the night stretched into early morning, Du Qingting played coy, pushing boundaries, trying to trade kisses for a night in You Jin’s room. You Jin, cornered, backed against the door, fingers on the handle.

She wouldn’t let her in.

Before, Du Qingting would’ve stopped, respecting You Jin’s boundaries. Now, she burned with urgency to keep going.

You Jin shook her head, her eyes coaxing. “Be good. Not allowed.”

Du Qingting pressed closer, nuzzling her neck, reusing old tricks. “Sister… I wanna sleep with you.”

You Jin asked, “What do you call me?”

Sister…

Du Qingting took a deep breath, recalling You Jin’s earlier words—she should call her You Jin. She opened her mouth, “You…” but faltered, asking something bolder. “What’s your name?”

You Jin didn’t answer. Du Qingting felt stifled. She’d just dreamed You Jin wanted to marry her. “I… can’t quite say it.”

“It’s okay. You got my surname out today, progress.”

You Jin rewarded her, leading her to the couch, pinching her fingers to pull her close. She had Du Qingting sit on her lap. Hesitating, Du Qingting didn’t move. You Jin circled her waist, pulling her down, and asked, “Thirsty?”

Du Qingting nodded.

You Jin grabbed a water glass from the couch, sipped, wetting her lips. “Come drink.”

As Du Qingting leaned in, You Jin held her waist. “Either call me ‘You Jin’ to satisfy my desire, or love me, and I’ll give you anything.” Her voice was bewitching.

Red lips, white teeth—a night siren Du Qingting couldn’t resist.

Her bathrobe loosely open, covering just enough, You Jin kissed her, feeding her sip by sip like the champagne night, but now both knew how to kiss back.

The light was on, every detail visible. Du Qingting reached out. You Jin glanced back, and as Du Qingting’s hands gripped her, it was like grasping a willow.

A willow swaying in the breeze.

“Still thirsty?” You Jin asked in the night.

Du Qingting nodded, insatiable. Still thirsty.

“Keep drinking.”

The door slowly closed. Du Qingting felt soothed, yet something was missing. This woman seemed to love her but wouldn’t share her name. Seemingly free-spirited, loving as they pleased without responsibility, she was actually binding Du Qingting with silk threads. Du Qingting wasn’t naive, this woman was taming her.

The thought made her ache.

But the sadness lasted only a moment, turning to unease.

From behind the door, You Jin said, “Goodnight, girlfriend.”

The night wasn’t hot or cold. Du Qingting left the room but returned only to grab a blanket and sheet.

Then she lay down outside You Jin’s door. Her logic was simple: step by step. Tonight, the doorstep. Tomorrow, under her bed. Slowly, she’d climb up.

Invasion.

She could do it too.

But tonight, sleep wouldn’t come.

Her actions were crossing lines, her own repeated boundary-pushing.

Du Qingting opened her phone, scrolling aimlessly.

The cameraman messaged, saying the videos were sent to her email with a few photos.

Cameraman: [These are just light-adjusted, not edited. We can edit for free if you want.]

Du Qingting downloaded the originals.

One showed them talking by the sea, another of her kissing You Jin, who looked back with surprise and joy in her eyes.

You Jin’s eyes were stunning, enhanced by silver glasses. Every focused gaze carried a doting warmth. Propping her arm under her head, Du Qingting sank deeper into the images.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

In one, exhausted from volleyball, Du Qingting held the ball, panting. Unnoticed, You Jin sat on a lounge chair, ignoring the sea breeze, staring straight at her.

The cameraman sent dozens of photos.

Du Qingting looked through each, fighting sleepiness, and typed: [You should open a studio. Your photos are way better than your videos.]

Cameraman: [My photography’s mediocre. It’s because you two are gorgeous, with perfect couple vibes—like you’re made for each other. Every shot looks great.]

Du Qingting’s lips curved.

[Send your account. I’ll pay the balance.]

Cameraman: [Thanks, boss!]

Du Qingting scrolled the photos again, then browsed a shopping app, wanting to customize couple phone cases. She picked her style but wasn’t sure of You Jin’s phone model.

As if finding a valid excuse, Du Qingting did something bold. She sat up, turning the bedroom doorknob.

A soft bedside lamp glowed. The stunning woman lay on the bed, glasses folded on the nightstand, head tilted slightly. In a white spaghetti-strap dress, uncovered, her wrist draped with a sheer jacket, hand on her waist. A beauty in delicate silk, her lazy pose like a white porcelain figure—an oil painting, a sensual muse from centuries past.

Du Qingting really wanted to kiss her.

She didn’t step forward, lacking the courage. Staring at the lace on You Jin’s nightdress, she took a deep breath, stood for a moment, then turned away.

The curtains were drawn, hiding the moon.

A sensual beauty, a bedside enchantress.

Du Qingting wished she were awake.

If You Jin were conscious, she’d scold or reprimand her, letting Du Qingting tease her guilt-free, making things flow naturally.

In the dark, they’d done so much—physical pleasure, like peeling a lychee to savor its juicy flesh.

Du Qingting breathed deeply, quietly leaving. She didn’t check the phone model. As the door closed, the woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes, a faint smile on her lips.

You Jin didn’t mind this sneaking around.

Du Qingting wanted to shower but held back—You Jin had washed her. Raising her arm to her eyes, she caught a faint scent.

Lying down, she recalled You Jin’s smooth shoulders, soft arms, swaying willow waist—sweet enough to choke.

It drove her wild.

Morning came, and You Jin woke first.

Pushing the door, she stepped over Du Qingting. Half-aware, Du Qingting grabbed her leg without opening her eyes.

You Jin looked down. Du Qingting slowly opened her eyes, their gazes meeting. You Jin sat on her waist.

“Hiss…”

Du Qingting sucked in a breath.

“Like my Little Butterfly?” You Jin said. “Every time I come home, it guards my door.”

Du Qingting took a deep breath. “I was just exhausted yesterday.” Regretting her words, she added, “So what if I’m guarding you? You don’t like it?”

“I like it. Wanna shower together?” You Jin’s waist swayed lightly, fingers pinching her cheek.

Sleepiness fading, as You Jin stood, Du Qingting grabbed her nightdress hem.

Her slender waist moved with allure. Du Qingting scrambled up, arms aching from the floor. She knelt, crawling to her feet.

Following You Jin to the bathroom, she brushed her teeth, then hugged You Jin, who was lathering soap, intoxicatingly smooth.

You Jin asked, “Comfy sleeping on the floor?”

Du Qingting hummed, “Being with you is comfy.”

You Jin chuckled softly, rinsing herself with the showerhead, then aiming it at her. “Stand still.”

Du Qingting stood. You Jin rinsed her, kissing her lips, tasting the mint. “No wonder you eat mint candy, it’s sweet.”

Cleaned up, You Jin changed in front of her, handing her a bathrobe. Du Qingting’s bag was in her room, she hadn’t even glanced at her own.

“Why don’t I cancel my room? Waste of money.”

“Sleeping on the floor isn’t uncomfortable?”

“It is. Will you let me sleep in your room?” Du Qingting asked, knowing You Jin indulged her. Tilting her neck, she said, “My back’s killing me.”

You Jin emerged from the bathroom, picking up her phone from the coffee table. Du Qingting quickly checked the model. You Jin said, “The room’s free—covered by a partner. I booked you a spa. Go relax today?”

Du Qingting felt fine, she didn’t like soft mattresses. You Jin applied skincare lotion, saying, “I’m out this morning, back in the afternoon.”

“Where?” Du Qingting assumed work.

“Work. Wanna come?”

Du Qingting wouldn’t, but she’d waited for that offer. Leaning on the counter, she shook her head. “I wouldn’t get it. Go work. Come back early, what time?”

You Jin said, “If I don’t eat with them, maybe one or two p.m.”

“Have lunch first. Don’t starve your stomach.”

You Jin’s lips curved, amused by her care. “Got it.” She asked, “Your plans today?”

“Waiting for my girlfriend to come home.”

Pausing, she added, “If… you’d tell me where, I could pick you up after work.”

Du Qingting really wanted to.

You Jin, about to apply lipstick, smiled at her sweet words, pinched her jaw, and gave her a lingering kiss. “I love you waiting for me at home.”

Du Qingting leaned on the counter, watching You Jin get ready. You Jin applied her lipstick, pinned her hair with a wooden hairpin, exuding gentle elegance. Standing, she wore a black notched-lapel blazer with a fitted skirt, silver glasses framing her cool, sensual aura.

As You Jin prepared to leave, Du Qingting snapped out of it.

For breakfast, You Jin joined her at the restaurant. Knowing her tastes now, Du Qingting avoided meat—You Jin disliked beef and lamb, barely tolerating chicken.

Du Qingting picked a soy milk for her.

After eating, she walked You Jin to the hotel entrance. A suited man from a black Lincoln greeted her respectfully. As You Jin bent to enter, she tossed Du Qingting car keys. “If you’re bored, take the car out. It’s in the garage.”

Du Qingting caught them.

“Been a while since I drove,” she mumbled.

Studying abroad, her mom limited her funds, so no car. Her comic earnings couldn’t afford a luxury one—she stuck to her motorcycle.

The car left. Du Qingting stood there until Su Qinxi’s car pulled up. Su Qinxi lowered her window, calling out, “Where’s your girlfriend? Left?”

Du Qingting nodded, coming to.

Su Qinxi shook her head, checking her rearview mirror. Du Qingting looked forlorn, not the wild spirit who fled abroad years ago.

Su Qinxi drove to the partner’s venue, arriving late with files. You Jin gave her a cold glance for tardiness. Unfazed, Su Qinxi strode over, complaining, “I passed the hotel to find you and saw Du Qingting at the entrance. You left, and she’s all lovesick. That’s some devotion.”

You Jin smiled, her irritation gone, passing a couch pillow to an assistant for Su Qinxi to sit.

In a sharp black suit, Su Qinxi leaned over. “Why not bring her today?”

You Jin said slowly, “Too much time together, she only knows sweetness, not bitterness. A brief separation makes her miss me, taste the bitterness, and realize she can’t live without me.”

Su Qinxi gasped, clicking her tongue.

You Jin knew her next question, what about after? She smiled, “After… we’ll talk when we’re married.”

“Married? Actually married? You really want to?”

You Jin raised an eyebrow, her tone icy. “If not with me, who?”

Xu Yang, standing nearby, held her breath, clutching files. Listening to these bosses strategize love like a chess game left her stunned.

Glancing at You Jin’s phone screen, a Doberman.

No wonder she raises dogs.

Du Qingting returned to the hotel lobby, ordered tea, and stared at the car keys. She was bored—she and You Jin had been too attached.

Now…

She missed their island days. Even when You Jin was busy, they stayed in the same room.

Thinking, she opened her social app, starting a post. Wanting to write something deep, she realized her limited vocabulary from skipping studies.

She wrote simply: [Fireworks for me.]

She edited a clip, just the ten-second dragonfly pattern—longer, and her friends wouldn’t watch.

Posted, Jiang Mingyue liked it first.

Jiang Mingyue: [Gorgeous. I was just telling colleagues about yesterday’s sea fireworks. I said you might’ve set them off; they called me a bragger.]

Du Qingting replied: [Not me, my girlfriend did it for me.]

Jiang Mingyue: [!!! Really? That fast?]

Du Qingting didn’t reply, switching to her overseas account with a million followers from her comic days. The network lagged, testing her patience, but she stayed calm.

Finally logged in, she posted: [My girlfriend put it for me. I love her and I really want to kiss her crazily.]

Likes shot past a thousand instantly.

On her overseas account, only comic friends knew her. She could be wild. Licking her lips, she wished she could edit again: [Want to love her to death tonight.]

Scrolling through teasing comments, she stretched, feeling sweet.

A solo spa felt dull. She messaged Jiang Mingyue, asking if she was free for a spa and to take some seafood home.

Jiang Mingyue, off today, replied OK. She lived in her mentor’s house, paying utilities and helping out for wages. Her mentor said the house was empty anyway, waiving rent. She could process and freeze the seafood.

Fifty minutes later, Jiang Mingyue arrived.

Backpack slung over her shoulder, she eyed Du Qingting curiously. Du Qingting wore a white dress shirt—not hers—unbuttoned low, revealing a hint of cleavage, exuding a carefree heiress vibe.

“Where’s the one you went to the island with? Your girlfriend?”

“Working,” Du Qingting said. “Spa’s on her.”

Jiang Mingyue clicked her tongue. “Thanks, rich lady.”

The spa was next to the hotel. They walked over, and Du Qingting swiped her card. She thought to ask about the cardholder but was handed the card back, arrangements were made.

Staff led them to a VIP room, starting with massages to loosen their muscles.

Jiang Mingyue lay down, blissfully squinting. Propping her chin, she said enviously, “Not bad, Du Qingting. You move fast. Is she the one from the music festival?”

Du Qingting nodded, chin in hand. “Super sweet.”

“She’s older, right? A sister? Didn’t you hate older sisters?”

Du Qingting flipped over for a facial, thinking it would make me glow for my girlfriend tonight. “Young and clueless about sisters’ charm. Now I’m hooked.”

“She’s from Haicheng?” Jiang Mingyue gossiped.

“Kyoto. Same flight, same hotel, toured the island together.”

“Damn, that’s fate,” Jiang Mingyue said. “When you heading back to Kyoto?”

Du Qingting hadn’t decided, didn’t want to.

She closed her eyes. “You?”

Jiang Mingyue said, “I’m off abroad next year. My mentor’s cool—good prospects, like I told you.”

Du Qingting wanted to talk about her girlfriend. “You might not get it, but she’s perfect, like my dream lover with a face. Get it?”

Her face blindness meant dream figures were vague, but with this woman, sweet dreams were all about kissing and sleeping together.

“Don’t get it. Never dated,” Jiang Mingyue said.

Du Qingting urged, “Date quickly. Or you’ll miss the passion. We’re about the same age, right? Still got your first love, first kiss?”

“…Yeah,” Jiang Mingyue said, embarrassed.

Du Qingting gave an “I get it” look, speaking as a veteran. “Hurry. Best find an older sister, sweet and skilled.”

“…Not that easy,” Jiang Mingyue wanted to say. Didn’t you used to hate You Jin? Why the older sister now?

Du Qingting said, “Dinner tonight. I got lots of fish; we’ll find a place. Her friends are coming.” She added, “My girlfriend’s a stunner. You’ll see.”

Jiang Mingyue was curious. Du Qingting used to loathe older figures like You Jin, turning rebellious under her watch. Jiang Mingyue felt a pang, she’d briefly shipped them years ago. “Dinner’s fine. What time? I gotta head back by 7:30.”

Du Qingting hadn’t confirmed. “Not sure. I don’t know when they’re off work.”

Jiang Mingyue suggested, “Text her?”

Du Qingting froze. How could she tell Jiang Mingyue she didn’t have her girlfriend’s contact, only knowing her surname, Wang?

“We agreed she’d come back early. She’s working; don’t wanna bug her,” Du Qingting said. “She’ll find me after.”

“Jealous of you two,” Jiang Mingyue sighed.

The spa was soothing. They rested, Du Qingting thinking she didn’t have her girlfriend’s contact or name…

They stayed until noon, hungry and sleepy.

Du Qingting didn’t use her room. She pulled out her keycard to give Jiang Mingyue to rest in but hesitated.

Her girlfriend cared so much about her bedside spot. Letting someone else sleep there might upset her.

She tucked the card back.

Calling the staff, she booked a rest room for Jiang Mingyue. “I’ll check the hotel. If my girlfriend’s back, we’ll eat together. If not, I’ll book a restaurant.”

Jiang Mingyue said, “You’re going back? Just call her.”

Du Qingting’s heart sank again.

Who dates without their girlfriend’s number?

Her, she’s “who”.

“I just wanna see her,” she said.

Jiang Mingyue nearly said, “Video call,” but realized a lover’s mindset differed from her single self.

Back at the hotel, Du Qingting went to You Jin’s room. She wasn’t back. Sitting for a bit, Du Qingting took paper and pen from her bag, writing: [Going to eat with a friend. Back at 3.]

Pausing, she hesitated, then wrote: [My number, call me.]

After writing, she felt uneasy, worried she’d overstepped, that her girlfriend wouldn’t accept it.
She took Jiang Mingyue to a restaurant, treating her to pan-fried dishes, mostly beef and seafood.
Jiang Mingyue noticed her zoning out. “Why aren’t you eating?”

Du Qingting said, “My girlfriend doesn’t eat beef.” Recalling an online joke, she added softly, “Internet’s nonsense—different tastes don’t matter. She doesn’t eat what I love, so I get it all.”

“Always talking about your girlfriend,” Jiang Mingyue shook her head, overwhelmed.

Three minutes apart felt like years. She, single, didn’t get it.

Afterwards, they sat at a seaside bar, sipping iced juice. Thinking of You Jin, Du Qingting grinned foolishly, chatting about island moments, never tiring of it—a love-struck fool.

Jiang Mingyue was initially hooked but soon zoned out. She’d mourned their old shipped pair, thinking Du Qingting preferred younger girls, not an older sister.

Parched from talking, Du Qingting scrolled her overseas account, recalling last night’s positions.
Then she checked her comic site.

Last night, You Jin sat on her, swaying, teaching her word by word.

“Call me You Jin.”

“You… Jin…”

Du Qingting couldn’t say it.

But she knew she wanted her.

If she called, she’d reach ecstasy.
Missing her lover, even good friends felt dull. Du Qingting checked the time endlessly.

Jiang Mingyue noticed her restlessness. By six, she couldn’t sit still. “When’s your girlfriend off? Maybe another day when I’m free?”

“Sounds good,” Du Qingting said, not wanting to keep her waiting.

She hailed a car, took Jiang Mingyue to the fish storage shop, and gave her a tankful.

About to call another car, her phone buzzed.
Du Qingting felt regret. She’d bragged about her girlfriend all day, but she hadn’t shown up. Prideful but not vain, she felt a bitter pang.

Standing in the breeze, she processed her emotions.

Dusk fell, sea and sky blending, white seagulls swooping for tourists’ biscuits.
She checked her phone—a landline number.

She rarely answered such calls, likely scams.
But hope stirred. When it rang again, she picked up instantly.

A gentle voice came through.

“Girlfriend.”

Lazy and sultry, “I’m off work.”

Du Qingting licked her lips, smiling, nodding to Jiang Mingyue to signal her girlfriend’s call. They’d eat later.

You Jin said, “Where are you? I’ll pick you up.”
Du Qingting gave the address, gripping her phone.

Her heart swelled, sweeter than any kiss. Her girlfriend was picking her up to go home.

You Jin’s voice, seductive and charming, swirled in her ear. “A whole day working, haven’t seen you. I miss you so much. Do you miss me?”

Miss, miss, miss.

Nearly dying from it.

A day without her, Du Qingting walked to a nearby tree, leaning hard against it. “Come get me. I’m going crazy missing you.”