My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 100
Chapter 100
Yi Shanshan didn’t ask what the “other things” were. All she knew was that Ying Yuan wanted to kiss her right now.
Before she’d even begun to employ any of her usual tactics, Ying Yuan had already leaned in eagerly, her eagerness palpable.
Eagerness.
This was the most striking change since Ying Yuan had become her girlfriend.
She was more proactive, more passionate than before. No longer a perfectly calibrated machine, Yi Shanshan could feel the surging, distinctly human desire in her gaze, her movements, even her breath.
Yi Shanshan hoped this desire was hers alone.
She couldn’t bear the thought of Ying Yuan treating anyone else this way. She was overwhelmingly grateful for her impulsive yet decisive move that day.
The moment she learned of Ying Yuan’s sexuality, her boldness and intuition had allowed her to outmaneuver other formidable rivals.
Today, even though it was just a day of pretending to be lovers, Ying Yuan had said she liked her. Ying Yuan was starting to like her—liking her with the feelings of a lover. The mere thought filled Yi Shanshan with joy.
She opened herself up, ready to receive Ying Yuan’s kiss.
At first, the kiss was urgent, like a tidal wave—sweeping, sucking, biting, Ying Yuan’s tongue plunging deep.
Yi Shanshan didn’t resist, and Ying Yuan claimed her entire mouth and tongue, as if wanting to devour even her breath, to kiss her senseless.
Yi Shanshan’s body went limp. She was someone who lived for pleasure, so she didn’t bother to hold herself up. She leaned fully into Ying Yuan’s embrace, pressing herself close.
Ying Yuan held her tightly, the kiss softening into tenderness.
They had all the time in the world to peck delicately, to lick gently, nestled close together like two creatures expressing their affection.
Yi Shanshan felt her body temperature rising slowly, like a sweet soup simmering over a low flame, bubbling steadily, cooking every inch of her through and through.
Then that heat would transform into a moist, heavy breath, into soft, moaning murmurs that escaped her body and circulated between them.
“Ying Yuan… hot…” When she couldn’t take it anymore, Yi Shanshan turned her head slightly, whispering softly.
Ying Yuan’s kisses landed on the corner of Yi Shanshan’s lips, her chin, and lower still… As Yi Shanshan’s breath passed through her throat, it felt as if Ying Yuan were swallowing it whole.
Yi Shanshan began panting, her body burning hot.
She felt like she was about to melt.
Ying Yuan’s fingers climbed up her neck, confirming the abnormal heat. Her movements finally paused, and she pulled back slightly, studying the face of the person in her arms.
Yi Shanshan’s eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her eyelashes half-closed, trembling like butterfly wings.
Ying Yuan was burning too, her heat more intense, as if it wanted to burst through her skin in a frenzy of movement.
With great effort, she shifted her body, creating more space between them.
Now the breeze could slip in, carrying away the heat, and the air wouldn’t feel so suffocating, making her dizzy.
But Yi Shanshan wasn’t satisfied.
As soon as Ying Yuan pulled away, Yi Shanshan clung to her again, draping her arms over Ying Yuan’s shoulders, her fingers locking tightly behind her neck, pressing her body closer, desperate to fuse with her.
“Then what should we do…” Ying Yuan couldn’t resist Shanshan’s closeness, her hand gripping her waist. That soft, supple waist felt so right in her palm, each twist and rub a silent invitation.
“You won’t leave, yet you complain about the heat,” Ying Yuan murmured, her voice slightly hoarse. “Then what should we do…”
Yi Shanshan had burrowed completely into her arms, her upper body clad only in a thin tank top. The hem of the tank top was already curled around Ying Yuan’s fingertips.
“When you’re hot, you take off clothes,” Yi Shanshan purred, her voice syrupy. “Such a simple rule, girlfriend, don’t you understand?”
I understand.
In the sweltering summer heat, the most comfortable thing was to strip off those sticky, sweat-soaked clothes the moment you got home. To let your skin breathe freely in the air.
Ying Yuan lowered her gaze to Yi Shanshan, who tilted her head back to look up at her, her eyes glistening like pools and her lips shining like polished gems.
She winked at Ying Yuan, who suddenly felt a fierce sense of responsibility. Her girlfriend’s flirtatious wink shouldn’t be wasted on blind eyes.
It’s just taking off a shirt, Yi Shanshan thought. If she’s too lazy to do it herself, I’ll help her.
Ying Yuan’s fingertips gently lifted the soft tank top upward.
The cool air brushed against Yi Shanshan’s bare waist, and she let out a contented sigh.
Ying Yuan’s movements were light and tender. As she pulled the tank top over Yi Shanshan’s head, she carefully widened the fabric with both hands, avoiding brushing against her face or snagging her hair.
The tank top was tossed aside.
Yi Shanshan’s skin lay exposed over a vast expanse. She was dazzlingly pale, like shimmering snow, like soft, flowing spring water.
She was pressed against Ying Yuan, yet Ying Yuan’s hands froze in mid-air, unable to touch her.
Any touch felt like a desecration.
Ying Yuan took a deep breath, her gaze wavering.
Yi Shanshan tried to step on the hem of her long skirt but missed, her nose wrinkling in annoyance. “And the skirt…”
Ying Yuan averted her eyes, unable to bear the mounting tension. Driven by a desperate desire to end the ordeal quickly, she steeled herself for decisive action.
She wrapped an arm around Yi Shanshan’s waist, pulling her tightly against her body. In the next instant, the world spun as Ying Yuan swept Yi Shanshan onto the flower-petal-strewn bed.
The skirt slipped off with a single tug, dropping to the floor.
In an instant, Yi Shanshan was left wearing only her delicate lingerie. The white fabric, pieced together with sheer lace, featured subtle floral patterns that seemed to melt into her fair skin.
Ying Yuan glanced at her briefly, then quickly averted her eyes.
Hovering above Yi Shanshan, Ying Yuan tried to shift her body slightly, but Yi Shanshan grabbed her arm.
Pulling at Ying Yuan’s short sleeve, Yi Shanshan asked, “Aren’t you hot?”
The next moment, Yi Shanshan had yanked the sleeve most of the way off, leaving only a scrap clinging to Ying Yuan’s shoulder.
Ying Yuan’s flushed skin recoiled from the sudden chill of the air, her body tightening reflexively.
Ignoring the discarded fabric, Yi Shanshan’s fingertips traced a slow, deliberate path down Ying Yuan’s chest, starting from the center and gliding downward.
Ying Yuan’s abdomen clenched tighter, the discarded sleeve obscuring her view of Yi Shanshan.
Yi Shanshan sighed. “Ying Yuan~ what are you so insecure about? Don’t you know you have a gorgeous body?”
Ying Yuan said nothing.
Her face flushed crimson, Ying Yuan raised her hand and yanked off the remaining scrap of fabric.
They faced each other, utterly bare.
One, her snow-white skin veiled in white lace that seemed to melt into her flesh, the other, her wheat-toned complexion, broad shoulders tapering to a slender waist, her muscles lean and defined.
Soft curves and sharp lines, a gaze lost in admiration and touches she couldn’t evade.
“Your shoulder blades are so beautiful…” Yi Shanshan murmured, tracing each curve as she spoke. “Even your neck is stunning…”
“This simple black style suits you perfectly… mmm… and this curve of your lower abdomen…”
Yi Shanshan’s palms pressed firmly against Ying Yuan’s skin, kneading and caressing.
“You’re my girlfriend,” she said, her gaze fixed on Ying Yuan’s body, barely sparing a glance at her face. “This isn’t too much, is it?”
It’s not too much.
If Yi Shanshan wants it, she can have it all.
Yet Ying Yuan’s heat showed no sign of waning, intensifying with each of Yi Shanshan’s movements.
“This elastic waistband will leave marks if you wear it all day…” Yi Shanshan grabbed the edge of Ying Yuan’s sweatpants and pulled them down. “See? It’s already red, but it looks like a tattoo… so beautiful…”
Her fingers continued their descent, drifting toward forbidden territories.
Ying Yuan felt parched, desperately thirsty. Her throat bobbed, her body burning as if about to combust, craving hydration.
Yi Shanshan was her water—a succulent fruit, peeled bare, radiating a luminous, refreshing fragrance.
Ying Yuan grasped Yi Shanshan’s fidgeting hand, enclosing it in her own.
“Do you really like me?” she asked, gazing into her eyes.
“Like, like, like~” Yi Shanshan chattered incessantly. Her free hand wrapped around Ying Yuan’s waist, tugging her closer. “Lean in closer, I’ll tell you how much I like you…”
No need to say more—Ying Yuan already knew.
In Yi Shanshan’s kitten-like eyes, there was only curiosity and joy, not a trace of any negative emotion.
Ying Yuan kicked her pants aside, joining Yi Shanshan in their shared nudity.
She leaned down and kissed Yi Shanshan’s lips, drinking deeply from this wellspring.
Yi Shanshan closed her eyes, her snow-white body twisting beneath Ying Yuan’s touch, undulating in rhythm with the kisses.
Whenever their skin brushed, she grew more restless, arching upward, craving more.
Ying Yuan lowered herself, pressing flush against her.
Skin against skin, a texture of unprecedented softness. Yi Shanshan’s eyes snapped open, her gaze fixed on Ying Yuan, her eyes swirling like ocean waves.
“What…”
Ying Yuan’s question was cut short as Yi Shanshan wrapped her arms around her back, pressing her fully against her own body.
She pressed herself against Ying Yuan, covering as much surface area as possible, her legs tangling with Ying Yuan’s in a desperate search for the perfect angle of entanglement.
“Mmm…”
Yi Shanshan felt a comfort she had never known before.
Her illness and her longing pushed the sensation of skin-to-skin contact to its absolute limit.
She let out a soft moan, but words failed her. She only tightened her arms, forming an unyielding barrier that refused to let Ying Yuan escape, even by a fraction.
Ying Yuan’s palm cupped Yi Shanshan’s cheek, stroking gently. The occasional rough patch of skin sent shivers of tingling pleasure through Yi Shanshan.
Yi Shanshan kissed Ying Yuan with chaotic fervor, her lips and tongue guided by primal instinct. She kissed the tip of her nose, her chin, her body writhing beneath hers. She wanted to kiss more, endlessly more.
Fire consumed Ying Yuan, melting her until the world dissolved into a swirling chaos.
Ying Yuan could no longer see them as separate entities. In this moment, they shared the same burning desire, the same yearning to merge into one.
Her palm followed her heart’s urging, gliding downward. With each inch of skin it traversed, she felt a tremor of longing ripple through Yi Shanshan.
As her hand brushed against Yi Shanshan’s ribs, the flimsy veil of fabric felt utterly inadequate against the warmth of her skin.
Both were drenched in sweat, the remaining fabric clinging stickily to their skin. Ying Yuan lowered her gaze, disrupting Yi Shanshan’s desperate clinging. I don’t need you to struggle anymore, she thought. I’ll give you more.
Her lips and tongue retraced the path her palm had taken, lingering.
She buried her face against the softness, filling her senses with the warm, sweet fragrance.
Endless kisses, her hand cupping Yi Shanshan’s waist.
A brief pause as she drew back slightly, then her tongue entwined again.
Savoring each moment, her teeth gently nipped.
Yi Shanshan writhed like a fish beached on the shore, her skin slick with moisture, breath coming in ragged gasps, her body twitching uncontrollably.
A blush bloomed across her skin, her eyes reddened, her long hair scattered across the sheets, a few damp strands clinging to her skin.
Her sweet, delicate voice caught in her throat, breaking free only when a sudden shudder shook her.
Ying Yuan had only gone this far, yet Yi Shanshan could no longer endure.
Her entire body coiled tight, her toes and fingers clenched. Though her nails were neatly trimmed, they still left faint marks on Ying Yuan’s back. Her mouth hung slightly open, panting. Her brow furrowed as she braced against each convulsion.
She curled into a ball, refusing Ying Yuan’s touch.
Ying Yuan snapped back to reality from that chaotic world, feeling utterly lost and disoriented.
She propped herself up, gazing anxiously at the person in her arms. Yi Shanshan had twisted onto her side, her pale, pink-tinged skin glowing like a peerless jade against the dark sheets.
“Shanshan…” Ying Yuan rasped, her voice shockingly hoarse.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to continue, “What’s wrong? …Are you in pain?”
“Ugh…” Yi Shanshan refused to answer Ying Yuan’s question.
Yi Shanshan, who had mocked Ying Yuan for not being able to handle it, was now far worse off herself.
Too fast… How could it have ended so quickly…?
“Get the hell out,” Yi Shanshan snarled.
But then, fearing Ying Yuan might actually leave, she reached out to pull her back, only to find there was no fabric left to grab.
Instead, her hand closed around Ying Yuan’s scorching skin. The moment their skin touched, Yi Shanshan trembled slightly.
“Ugh…” Yi Shanshan whimpered pitifully. She tugged Ying Yuan closer, draping herself over her. With her eyes closed, she commanded, “Don’t go too far.”