To Covet (GL) - Chapter 11

Before this, my understanding of intimate contact existed only in fantasies.

Humans are wondrous creatures. No matter how you touch other parts of your own body, it remains merely “touching.”

But between two people, as long as there’s a clearly directed arrow, it means an electric current of unknown strength and direction is flowing. Starting with childish tickling games, contact with another individual is destined to be a neurological adventure.

As my hand moved up the side of her body, her resistance grew stronger. The elasticity of the fabric allowed just enough space for my wrist to move a finger’s width. I saw her slender wrist struggling against the roughly tied knot, like a rabbit caught in a trap. For a moment, I felt the urge to untie her and set her free, but in the end, her repeated failed attempts and exhausted posture were more enticing.

I touched her n1pple, my fingers closing around it, and Yu Zhouwan suddenly arched her body like a fish.

With her hands tied together, her clothes couldn’t be completely removed. The front buttons were all open, and because of her lying position, I had to cup my hand and then release it to truly feel the softness of her chest. When I leaned closer, I could hear the fragmented sounds leaking from between her teeth.

I stared at my work, more disappointed than anything. I didn’t really like her clenched teeth and desperate attempts at self-control. It urged me to increase the pressure on my hand, repeatedly kneading the small nub until it went from flat to erect.

“Yu Keyi…”

“You’ve never called me sister.”

Before Yu Zhouwan could catch her breath, she suddenly clamped her legs together—my knees were rubbing back and forth against her private parts.

I pulled hard on the exposed strap of the bra tied in a knot around her wrist. She had completely surrendered control of her body at this point, letting me do as I pleased.

The sitting position had one obvious drawback: Yu Zhouwan had easier control over her hands. Even if they weren’t untied, she could block me from touching her. At this moment, she finally realized what the “rope” around her wrists was made of. Thinking of the scene where she was forced to expose herself and be played with, her rationality returned slightly.

“Don’t touch me, Yu Keyi, are you crazy? I’m your sister, not your girlfriend or a toy, you…” Yu Zhouwan was momentarily speechless. “You threatened me with those photos, just to… your own sister?” She vaguely swallowed a crucial word in the middle, and I still couldn’t decipher what she was trying to say.

“Yu Keyi, you talked so disgustingly about me and Feng Jia, I thought you hated lesbians, but look at yourself?”

Bringing up irrelevant people at such a moment was quite a mood killer.

I groped for the switch and turned on the bedside lamp. The sudden light made Yu Zhouwan close her eyes and turn her face away.

“I don’t like this.”

When she realized I was staring at her, she hurriedly hid herself, burying her face in the blanket. I couldn’t see her expression.

“Then what do you like?” I hooked her waist, forcing her to turn her face back.

When my tongue wandered across her skin, I could still feel the residual heat. When I tried to taste the tempting red bud, I gradually learned the technique of licking. My tongue drew uneven circles around it, occasionally quickly skimming across the center or pausing to suck. When she couldn’t help but make a sound, I suddenly covered Yu Zhouwan’s mouth with my hand, forcibly dragging her back into reality.

With my elbow pressed against her back, I could feel Yu Zhouwan increasing the pressure to resist. Although it didn’t hurt, I hated her pretending to protest when she was clearly enjoying it. Since she couldn’t get up easily, I wanted to give her a small punishment to make her behave.

I stopped sucking and kneading, and used my teeth to scrape against it. The area was already visibly red and swollen, making it more sensitive to any external touch, including pain.

“Ah…” She let out an uncharacteristic cry. I deliberately increased the force of the back-and-forth rubbing, occasionally releasing it to let the cold air collide with the residual warmth of my mouth. I heard the sound of cotton fibers tearing.

The intertwined sensation of itchiness and pain made Yu Zhouwan squeeze her legs together.

Her reluctant surrender was more adorable than I imagined.

I effortlessly pulled down her pajama pants. She had already exhausted her strength to resist. In the dim light, the sweat droplets on her body rose and fell with her breathing.

My fingers lightly tapped along the edge, seemingly searching for a suitable entrance, or waiting for an opportunity to relax her guard.

Fresh wetness had already soaked through the fabric of her underwear.

“You’re so obedient.”

I traced the line from behind Yu Zhouwan’s ear to her jaw, adopting a condescending and doting attitude. I pinched the inside of her thigh, and a faint red mark slowly emerged from the whiteness.

Yu Zhouwan’s eyes immediately filled with tears. She finally showed the expression I most wanted to see. I buried my face between her thighs, kissed the plum blossom-like pinch mark, and then bit it.

I untied the restraints on Yu Zhouwan’s wrists, got up, and washed my face. When I returned, she was still lying there. Only when she heard my footsteps did she sluggishly pull the blanket over herself, leaving behind only the messy wrinkles on the sheets.

My preference for women actually started with the instinct to choose a stalking target. However, it only remained at the level of preference and appreciation. I admitted that my exploration of sexual orientation had always been a “come what may” attitude. If I had to delve deeper, it actually involved avoidance.

At this moment, my feelings for Yu Zhouwan weren’t exactly an awakening of sexual orientation. I just thought she was beautiful and fragile, and that the composure she showed in the face of everything and the seductive, provocative look she had during s3x were contradictory theories that actually existed in the same person.

I wanted to pull back the blanket, but she held it tightly, refusing to let me touch her again. The exposed corner was filled with messy red marks, and through the thin air-conditioning blanket, I could still feel her erect n1pples. The slippery silk fabric rubbed against her, and her face, which hadn’t cooled down, flushed red.

Although the bra fabric was soft, the repeated struggles had left intertwined marks on her wrists.

“Sister…” I helped her button up her pajamas, leaning against her shoulder. “If it hurts, should I rub it for you?”

The next morning, no one noticed anything unusual. Shi Yunya, as usual, knocked on the door at the alarm clock’s time to urge her to get up early. Yu Zhouwan woke up almost instantly. After confirming that a blanket was completely covering her, she relaxed her tense shoulders, took out her uniform from the closet, and changed. Her movements were smooth and fluid—except when putting on her bra, when she paused, looking a little unnatural.

“I won’t come looking for you tonight,” she fumbled through the messy blankets on the bed. I bent down, picked up the tie from the floor, and handed it to her. “You’ll be back on time, right?”

Yu Zhouwan ignored me. She had returned to her usual untouchable demeanor.

“Sister?”

I pulled hard on her wrist, where the marks had mostly faded, with only one or two scratches remaining.

Yu Zhouwan finally seemed to wake up from a dream and nodded with her head down.