Pillowside Passion - Chapter 21

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“Okay,” You Jin responded to her gaze, nodding slightly, her cheek brushing against Qingting’s palm as she softly said, “So obedient.”

Qingting seemed to love this name, just as she had said before—she was peculiar. The more she was treated as a substitute, the happier and more delighted she became. Du Qingting observed her every reaction, repeatedly calling out “You Jin,” calling her name, calling her “sister.”

She asked, “Do you like it best when I call you Sister You Jin?”

“Mhm, it’s like you’re calling me,” You Jin said.

From childhood to now, Du Qingting had never been this obedient. As a child, she always called You Jin by her full name. When adults told her to call her “sister,” she’d stubbornly say, “No way,” and then run off with her little feet pattering.

Impolite, clumsy, and annoying.

Yet, this same person, now grown, clung to her, wrapping her arms around You Jin’s waist, repeatedly calling her name to please her.

You Jin was moved. Just by pressing her lips close, Du Qingting could feel the excitement pulsing on You Jin’s lips. Her hands moved upward from You Jin’s waist, her lips aiming for her chest. You Jin’s fingers gently clasped the back of Qingting’s head as she said, “There’s a camera.”

Du Qingting didn’t want to stop at all. She looked up at You Jin, even blaming her, “Why didn’t you open the door earlier?”

Why?

You Jin confessed, “Because… I wanted to tease you. I wanted you to kiss me.”

Only by closing the door would the anxious little puppy get flustered.

You Jin raised her hand, trying to open the door, but the room key slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. The faint sound drove Du Qingting wild, as she passionately bit at You Jin’s neck, making her feel like her neck might snap.

It hurt.

You Jin was truly afraid of pain. Squinting, she pinched the back of Qingting’s neck, trying to pull her away.

Du Qingting’s lips landed on her collarbone, lingering for a few seconds as if negotiating, “Sister, can I leave a mark?”

You Jin said, “Don’t forget to pick up the key.”

Du Qingting slid downward slightly. Her white sneakers stood firmly on the ground, while the sister in black high heels wobbled, her feet shifting back, her back hitting the door. She let out a soft hum, her lips parting slightly. Knowing You Jin was sensitive to pain and had delicate skin, Du Qingting watched her reactions while biting down.

Her red lips pursed, eyes half-closed.

The moment her teeth pressed in, those red lips parted.

Du Qingting mischievously called her “You Jin,” looking up at her. She could clearly sense that this sister wanted to call her name but couldn’t, leaving her suppressed.

Look at that, look at that. She should know her name.

Du Qingting was smug. Compared to You Jin, she had an outlet for her emotions, shamelessly calling out, “You Jin, You Jin.”

A muffled hum reached her ears. Du Qingting left her mark, an imprint exclusive to her. You Jin’s eyes remained closed, and Qingting slowly crouched down to pick up the room key from the floor.

The door opened, the room’s lights still off, the surroundings pitch black, with only the sound of their breathing. Du Qingting’s energy was still intense, as usual, pinning You Jin against the door, kissing her endlessly.

This time, You Jin didn’t let her kiss freely. Holding Du Qingting’s jaw, she asked, “Do you really like me?”

Du Qingting looked straight at her, her tone a bit aggrieved, “I’ve stopped acting human, willingly becoming your dog. And you still ask that question.”

You Jin leaned down to kiss her lips. As Du Qingting tried to kiss back, You Jin said, “Wait.”

“Why wait?”

Du Qingting was like an impatient puppy, unable to hold back.

You Jin glanced downward, “I’m wearing heels, and you’ve gotten so good at kissing. Do you think I can keep up?”

Du Qingting was flustered by the praise, clenching her fists and waiting by the side. She watched as You Jin bent down to remove her heels, one of which fell to the floor because she was unsteady.

Du Qingting’s eyes blurred, unable to see clearly, so she reached out and turned on the light. The moment You Jin stood up, Du Qingting’s energy surged. She lifted You Jin and placed her on the sofa, panting as she propped herself beside her. You Jin’s fingers gently slid across Qingting’s cheek.

You Jin said, “Come, take off my glasses, and do it properly.”

Du Qingting didn’t reach for them. She stared for a few seconds, suppressing her excitement. She wanted to do it properly too—this would be a beautiful night, and she didn’t want to rush. Knowing You Jin liked cleanliness, she obediently said, “Then, Sister, I’ll take a shower first.”

You Jin nodded, “Together.”

Du Qingting grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. Today, she had deliberately worn You Jin’s clothes, which didn’t fit perfectly but gave her a mature vibe. Du Qingting brushed her teeth first, knowing You Jin liked mint flavor and that kissing her would make her happy, while kissing elsewhere after a shower would excite her.

Over the past few days, You Jin had taught her, and she had mentioned where she liked to be kissed.

With a toothbrush in her mouth, You Jin finished rinsing and wrapped her arms around Qingting’s waist, her chin lightly brushing against her. Dy Qingting saw You Jin in the mirror, feeling her dependence.

Du Qingting quickly rinsed her mouth, turned around, and grabbed You Jin’s skirt, searching for the zipper, asking, “Sister, how do I take this off?”

You Jin placed her hand on her lower back, saying, “There’s a button here.”

Du Qingting’s fingers fumbled over it, trying again and again, anxiously saying, “How come I can’t find it?”

You Jin chuckled softly, “Silly, I was teasing you. There’s no button.”

Du Qingting, feeling tricked, was a bit annoyed. You Jin stepped back, and Du Qingting’s eyes locked onto her. You Jin’s fingers hooked the thin straps of her dress, bending slightly to slide it off, revealing her fair waist and legs. Du Qingting stared intently, her fingers gripping the white porcelain sink, trying hard to control her emotions.

The child who never had much self-control growing up now had none at all. You Jin sat on the edge of the bathtub, saying, “Come sit.”

“In the bathroom?” Qingting misheard, asking, “Isn’t that a bit inconvenient?”

But that wasn’t an issue. While kissing, You Jin said she liked being kissed coolly like this by Qingting.

In the bathroom, they were restless while bathing together, the water in the tub spilling over. You Jin’s glasses were fogged with water droplets, blurring her vision. She asked, “Why didn’t you take off my glasses? Didn’t you want to earlier? You have special permission today.”

Du Qingting, holding her in the water, bit her shoulder and said, “I want to do it on the bed.”

You Jin laughed softly, “So innocent.”

“Not innocent anymore, not at all,” Du Qingting said, her hand brushing You Jin’s cheek, turning her face to kiss her. “Sister, don’t you like me like this?”

“Call me You Jin, let me hear it.”

Du Qingting’s face flushed, “Sister You Jin, don’t you like me like this?”

“I do,” You Jin replied. How could she not? She truly loved this obedient Qingting. She once thought Du Qingting, who had gone abroad, would be wilder, freer, a butterfly flitting through flowers, spreading nectar everywhere. But she was so good, like a dragonfly resting on a lotus leaf, creating only the tiniest ripples.

The water in the tub rippled a few more times.

“You like me, so of course I like you.”

Sister You Jin rose from the tub, water dripping from her body. She took a step, and the person behind followed.

Du Qingting’s hand rested on her back, catching the falling water.

The best hotel, the best bed.

Du Qingting’s long-cherished dream. You Jin adjusted the lighting to a warm tone to avoid harshness.

You Jin lay down, slightly propping herself up, beckoning her over. Qingting’s fingers trembled as they touched her glasses. She had touched them many times before but never dared to take them off.

Du Qingting carefully removed the glasses, holding them in her palm, her gaze fixed on You Jin’s face. Logically, removing glasses shouldn’t make much difference, but without them, her eyes…

You Jin blinked slightly, her eyes bright and gentle.

Du Qingting felt dazed, unsure if it was from drinking too much or calling “You Jin” too many times, playing with the ambiguity of the name. Looking at her girlfriend, she felt they looked somewhat alike—the more she looked, the more they resembled each other.

“What’s wrong?” You Jin’s hand is tightly hooked around her neck. “Don’t you like it?”

“I like it, I really like it, I’m just a bit scared,” Du Qingting said, pressing her body down, nearly out of breath. “Maybe because you’re both sisters, both so beautiful, so pretty, it feels like… I’m doing it with her.” Her legs felt numb, her toes weak. One more glance, and she was both scared and overwhelmed.

“Who? Scared of who?” You Jin asked knowingly.

“You Jin…” Qingting stared into her eyes, feeling like she was falling apart.

What to do?

You Jin soothed her, saying, “Then treat me as her and bully me thoroughly. Maybe then you won’t be scared anymore.”

Du Qingting realized this woman was truly strange. If someone else was treated as a substitute, they’d be furious, but she was so excited, repeatedly enticing and seducing her.

Du Qingting confessed her little secret, “A long time ago, I had a dream where I went too far with her, kissed her once, and she slapped me awake.”

You Jin, curious, asked, “You dreamed of kissing her? When?”

Du Qingting studied her expression. Seeing no anger, only curiosity, she shared her secret. “It was when I turned 18, during the summer after my college entrance exams. It was pouring rain, just the two of us at home, and I saw her in the shower.”

“Did you ever think of her doing bad things?”

“Only once or twice, in dreams.”

You Jin touched her face, saying, “Then now, think of me as her, like in your dreams. Do whatever you want, without restraint.”

Du Qingting leaned down, cradling her face, kissing her deeply, gripping her hands tightly. She bit hard, and You Jin winced in pain.

“You Jin,” she called unconsciously.

“Were you this bold at 18?” You Jin blinked. “So fierce.”

Eighteen-year-old Du Qingting was so repressed, always wanting to fly, but only if she could surpass You Jin. She whispered, “Back then, I really wanted to take you down.”

Moving further, Qingting propped herself up, staring at her. You Jin said, “Go on.”

Du Qingting had kissed her many times but now froze. You Jin took out a small packet, slipping it onto Du Qingting’s finger, pinching her. Du Qingting couldn’t bear to hurt her. “Sister… I heard it hurts.”

“It’s okay.”

You Jin flipped over, pinning Du Qingting beneath her, hands propped above, saying with You Jin-like eyes, “Let me teach you first.”

“Then I’ll bully you today.”

Her lips descended, and Du Qingting’s memories surged. Was she about to be tamed by You Jin again? Her wild spirit, her…

One hand was pinned into the pillow by You Jin, her eyes red, a bit fierce, but her fingers were gentle when they touched her, kissing her softly. “Don’t be afraid.”

The woman’s voice was soft as a breeze. “So obedient.”

Du Qingting left red marks on her arms. You Jin glanced at them. “You really like this, don’t you?”

Du Qingting didn’t dare see her as You Jin, but her face was so close, impossible to ignore, making her feel rebellious yet painfully desperate, as if she’d been caught by You Jin after escaping for so long.

But she was so gentle, so desirable, so wonderful to be with. Every move of hers was tender.

Du Qingting’s lips parted as she breathed, feeling unsatisfied.

They kissed, passionately, finding harmony.

Pressing against You Jin, Du Qingting called her name repeatedly, wanting to make her sad, make her cry, yet couldn’t stop seeking praise from her lips.

So beautiful, You Jin was so beautiful.

She urgently wanted to call her name, her grip tightening.

Du Qingting kept calling “You Jin,” You Jin’s breaths heavy, her lips parting as if to call Qingting’s name but unsure what to say, only managing, “I like it, I really like it.”

Her eyes wet, Du Qingting asked, “Sister, am I doing well?”

As You Jin nodded, Du Qingting kept kissing her, passionately confessing, wanting to meld into her.

“You Jin, I like you.”

“You’re too perfect.”

“We’re so compatible… so perfect, Sister, Sister You Jin…”

You Jin opened her eyes, seeing Du Qingting’s teary expression, her heart melting. She pulled her closer, praising her.

“Yes, so perfect.”

You Jin leaned up, kissing her damp eyes.

“Don’t bully me with wet eyes.”

You Jin told her, “I’m going crazy too.”

That night, she drank a lot and should’ve been very drunk.

Yet Du Qingting couldn’t sleep. She lay beside You Jin as she’d always dreamed, the bed soft—not her preferred mattress, but it felt so comfortable she had mild insomnia. She couldn’t sleep, having longed for this spot for so long, her heart racing, feeling unreal, the faint fragrance filling her nose.

She turned slightly, seeing You Jin’s curly hair.

She could hardly believe it.

Her head felt dizzy, slightly aching.

Soon, she calmed down. All these years, she’d slept alone. Rarely, her mixed-race friend stayed over at her rented apartment, but slept in the living room.

She didn’t need to share a bed with anyone, but because of one sentence, one boundary from the woman beside her, she chased it like a dog after a bone, desperately wanting to sleep with her.

It was like a giant cage had trapped her from the day they met.

It was as if…

The woman beside her turned, sensing her tension, her fingers resting on Qingting’s waist, pulling her into a full embrace, her sleepy voice in her ear.

“Xiao Qingting, sleep.”

She hummed, like a soft tune.

You Jin was coaxing her. Qingting took a deep breath, her mind a mess. What was she thinking? So chaotic.

She hugged her tightly, loving her so much.

The temperature in Xianghai dropped suddenly, fog rolling in, the room slightly damp. When You Jin woke, she felt sticky, her chest heavy, and was woken by someone licking her. She helplessly patted the person under the blanket, lifting her leg to press against their neck, saying, “What’s up?”

Du Qingting finished kissing and looked up.

Her hands wrapped around You Jin’s waist, hugging tightly. “Don’t go out today. Let’s stay together, we’re so compatible, I love this.”

You Jin, kissed until her eyes closed, was tempted by Du Qingting. “If you don’t leave, you can do whatever you want today.”

She kissed her lips, neck, and lower.

Never tiring of it.

You Jin’s fingers rested on her waist. “Learned so fast?”

Qingting hummed, her fingers finding their mark.

Their eyes met, filled with ambiguity, inseparable. They didn’t rest all morning, almost until noon.

You Jin, hungry from their antics, got up from the bed, picking up her nightgown to wear. Du Qingting sat on the bed, watching her in a daze. You Jin called, “Put your clothes on.”

Qingting dressed.

You Jin said, “I’ll order food. What do you want?”

Qingting replied, “Anything’s fine.”

After dressing, You Jin used the remote to open the curtains, revealing thick fog outside.

As she looked, Du Qingting walked over, standing beside her, fingers on her waist, staring at You Jin, wanting to hug her.

Du Qingting held a camera in her other hand, circling You Jin’s waist. “Sit on my lap, let’s take a picture, okay?”

“Hm?” You Jin raised an eyebrow, questioning her meaning.

“To commemorate,” Du Qingting said, holding her waist. The chair and lighting added a touch of allure and ambiguity. Du Qingting raised her phone to capture them, You Jin patient and cooperative, her lips brushing Qingting’s cheek. The feeling was unprecedented; she loved being clingy with You Jin, wishing to stay like this forever.

Du Qingting took many photos—together, solo.

Even one with her lying on the floor, You Jin sitting on her waist.

Putting the camera away, Qingting’s gaze stayed on her. Wherever You Jin went, she followed. You Jin said helplessly, “If you keep kissing, you’ll ruin my skin.”

Du Qingting nuzzled her, “Sister, you’re sweet.”

“Okay.”

The doorbell rang; the food arrived. You Jin moved to get it, but Du Qingting stood first. “Don’t move.”

You Jin looked at her helplessly.

Du Qingting opened the door, the server pushing in a food cart. Du Qingting slightly blocked their view of the room.

You Jin took a call from Su Qinxi, picking up her phone from the wet clothes by the bathroom door, sitting on the living room sofa to answer. Su Qinxi discussed work, asking if she was coming. They’d reserved a table of good food, eagerly awaiting her.

They needed to sign a contract that afternoon. The deal was set, the project solid, and Xu Yang had been with them so long, working tirelessly. Delaying further would be unfair.

“Sign it?”

“Sign it,” You Jin replied.

Su Qinxi was puzzled. “What about your girlfriend? After signing, we’ll head back. Bring her along? Then tell her, ‘Darling, I’m your blind date’? She’d run away overnight.”

You Jin said lightly, “Even if she runs to another galaxy, I’ll drag her back for justice.”

Su Qinxi laughed, imagining it. “Damn, if I were her, I’d blow up Earth and escape to another galaxy.”

You Jin, annoyed, said, “You’re too nosy.”

“Well, I’m curious,” Su Qinxi said excitedly, lowering her voice. “Have you two been up to no good?”

You Jin replied, “Do I need to report that to you?”

“Just curious.”

You Jin asked, “What time’s the signing? I’ll come early.”

“A woman in love, so energized for work,” Su Qinxi teased.

Qingting’s voice came through, asking softly, “Hm? You’re going out today?”

You Jin nodded. “What time do you want to head out?”

“Later, when it’s breezy,” Du Qingting said. “I’ll take you somewhere fun.”

She approached, asking, “Who’re you talking to?”

You Jin said, “My friend.”

“Xu Yang?”

You Jin’s lips moved, wanting to say something but holding back. “She’s about to scold you over the phone.”

Du Qingting already thought “Xu Yang” liked her, and hearing this, she grew more suspicious, letting out a cold hum. She leaned close to You Jin, who looked up, wondering what she was up to. Du Qingting didn’t mind letting “Xu Yang” hear live, biting her ear and saying, “Sensitive, huh?”

You Jin hung up, tilting her head. A food cart was at the door, a small cake on it. You Jin’s lips curved into a faint smile.

Qingting, done nuzzling, blinked at her, asking, “Are you busy with work? Let’s eat first.”

“Not busy,” You Jin said, ending the call. “Why’d you buy this?”

Du Qingting, a bit shy, said, “To commemorate.” She felt silly getting the cake but wanted to mark the moment with her. “Is it too innocent? Like…”

“I like it,” You Jin said. “I love your romantic side.”

There was a lighter on the cart. Du Qingting pushed it over, lighting the small cake. As the flame flickered, she said, “You blow it first.”

You Jin waited a few seconds, looking at her deeply, thinking of the past.

Since meeting Du Qingting at three, every year, You Jin received birthday gifts from her. At first, she found it annoying—flowers from kindergarten, handmade toy spoons, random trinkets.

In middle and high school, she often got cakes on her birthday, not expensive, delivered by Qingting to her family’s nanny with a “Happy Birthday.”

Every year, even a dog as a gift.

As if bought casually, until Du Qingting went abroad, and the gifts stopped.

When she left, You Jin could buy anything with her money, but every birthday, a sense of regret lingered.

Coming back to herself, the last birthday gift was a dog she’d raised for seven years.

You Jin didn’t blow out the candle, dipping her finger in the cream and tasting it. Du Qingting, impatient, blew it out in one breath.

The eight-inch cake was enough for two. They ate a few bites, then watched a movie.

You Jin lay lazily, planning to work after the movie. Du Qingting sat quietly at first, eyeing You Jin’s waist, hips, and the glimpse of skin at her skirt’s slit. Her hand rested lightly on it, noticing You Jin wasn’t looking.

She leaned closer, using a fork to smear cream from the cake onto You Jin.

This time, coolly, You Jin glanced at her, then lifted her hips slightly.

Her figure was stunning—defined waist, perfect hips, breathtakingly beautiful.

Du Qingting’s lips grazed her, licking the sweet cream.

Ten minutes into the movie, Qingting kissed from her hip line to her chest, a bit of white cream on her lips, which she licked off. “Sister, you’re so sweet.”

“Then feed me some.”

Du Qingting smeared some on herself. You Jin shifted from lying on her side, and Qingting propped herself on the sofa, slowly feeding her. You Jin tasted it, saying, “Quite sweet.” She bit Du Qingting, even sweeter. That afternoon, they ate a third of the cake, consuming plenty of cream. By the time they thought to go out, it was dusk.

“Let’s go out tomorrow, Sister,” Qingting said.

They finished the movie, Du Qingting eagerly leading her to the bedroom, their bodies laced with the sweetness of cream. Neither let the other leave the bed, more passionate than the previous night, lasting from afternoon to late night.

The next day, no fog, the sun shining brightly, its light dancing on their faces. Both woke, lingering in bed, reluctant to move.

Just like this, it was good.

You Jin got up first, putting on her glasses from the nightstand. Du Qingting grabbed her wrist, then let go. You Jin opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains, turning to face the dazzling sunlight pouring in, her back against the window.

She asked Qingting, “Staying in today?”

The air was thick with romance. Qingting felt she could indulge another day. Yesterday’s fog reminded her of that typhoon day when they were trapped together.

Today’s sunlight, though, brought a pang of fear.
She didn’t want to part.

Du Qingting sighed softly.

But she held hope—sunshine always follows the storm.

Last time the typhoon stopped, they ended up together.

Barefoot, Qingting got out of bed, not letting her leave, pressing her against the glass window, nuzzling her, slipping into her clothes. No matter what You Jin called, she wouldn’t come out. You Jin, exasperated, said, “Still not done? You’re ruining my clothes.”

“Mhm, almost,” Qingting emerged slowly, kissing her lips for a morning kiss. “It won’t ruin; the pajamas are loose.”

You Jin let her be. Qingting clung repeatedly, hugging her, sleeping with her, every action inseparable. Qingting said, “Sister, let me buy you some new clothes.”

You Jin asked, “Do you have money?”

Du Qingting had received two payments, about 200,000 yuan. Aside from the initial hotel booking,

You Jin had paid for most things, so she hadn’t spent much. She could afford a couple of high-end pieces.

You Jin asked, “What kind of clothes?”

Du Qingting had ideas but, meeting her gaze, wavered. This woman was too alluring, too beautiful. She wanted to buy her something sexy, dangerously captivating, to keep her in the hotel for days.

Du Qingting said, “You’ll see.”

She glanced at the floor, the light making her legs pale, but the woman before her was even paler, almost blinding. “It might sound cheesy, but…”
She looked at You Jin earnestly. “In my heart, you’re a divine beauty—radiant, elegant, yet warm, unattainable, mysteriously gorgeous. I want to get close but don’t dare. Every part of you hits my sweet spot; no one else fits me like you.”
You Jin’s tone softened. “But if you knew the real me, you might not like me as much.”

“No!” Du Qingting was firm, serious, leaving no room for doubt. “I’ve truly fallen for you!”

To be honest, it was her first time saying it. Qingting felt shy, glancing at her toes, licking her lips, smiling bashfully while cautiously looking at her.

“Let’s extend this honeymoon a few more days. Don’t break up. Let’s date seriously, with marriage in mind. Can we?”

You Jin: No way, I’m going home to get married.