My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 101
Chapter 101
In the silent room, Ying Yuan held Yi Shanshan in her arms for a long time.
Their bodies were pressed together, the stark contrast in their sizes melting into a perfect fit.
Cradling the soft, warm body in her arms, it took Ying Yuan a long time to fully grasp what had just happened.
Waves of heat flushed her face. Afraid to move, she lowered her lashes, stealing glances at the person in her arms.
How could this have happened?
She had to admit, she’d been impulsive. She couldn’t control herself; she’d tossed her self-imposed boundaries to the wind.
Hiding behind her fake girlfriend status and claiming to satisfy Yi Shanshan, she had seized the chance to indulge herself.
She’d crossed the line. She’d kissed where she shouldn’t have.
But she’d only touched Yi Shanshan’s upper body. Yi Shanshan’s legs were entwined around her, yet she’d restrained herself from moving. Her palms and lips had been so careful, as if facing an abundant, tender spring of water, only just beginning to taste…
Was she so… sensitive?
Or was there another reason?
Was she uncomfortable? Yi Shanshan had cursed her earlier and told her to get lost.
Yet she had pulled her back.
So… did she like it, or not?
Ying Yuan blinked, desperately wanting to ask Yi Shanshan.
Yi Shanshan’s eyes remained tightly closed. The trembling that had gripped her body finally subsided completely, draining away like water.
She took a deep breath, her face flushed with embarrassment, resentment, and a wordless, overwhelming emotion.
She shifted, trying to turn over.
But Ying Yuan had her completely enveloped; any movement brought her into contact with Ying Yuan’s body, a touch that sent shivers of blissful yearning through her.
“Ugh…” Yi Shanshan reached out to push away this tormentor.
Her palm brushed against soft, warm skin, sending an electric-like tingle through her.
She didn’t exert much force, but Ying Yuan sensed her intention and immediately moved aside.
Completely clear of her. Yi Shanshan lay there, stark naked, the scraps of fabric beneath her utterly useless. A sudden chill swept over her, nearly making her shiver.
The blanket lay entirely beneath her, making it impossible to pull up.
The crushed flower petals, damp and cool, clung to her skin.
Yi Shanshan frowned, slapping her hands against the bed twice in frustration.
Ying Yuan’s voice immediately rang out. “Shanshan, what’s wrong? What do you want?”
Idiot, Yi Shanshan thought.
But Yi Shanshan herself didn’t know what she wanted. Being close to Ying Yuan made her tremble, but being away left her unsatisfied. She thought about it again and again, concluding that this wasn’t like her at all.
It’s just an orgasm! Who hasn’t had one before?
It was my first time, I was too nervous, I lacked experience. It’s perfectly normal! Nothing to make a fuss about, nothing to be ashamed of!!!
Besides, Ying Yuan was the only one who knew. Ying Yuan alone knew.
Ying Yuan wouldn’t dare say a word, would she?!
If she does, I’ll bite her!
Yi Shanshan’s eyes snapped open, widening sharply.
She stared at the ceiling for two seconds before turning her head to glare at Ying Yuan, cheeks puffed out.
“Shanshan…” Ying Yuan started to speak, but when their eyes met, she froze.
Looking at the huffy little cat, she felt nervous. Her heart raced, and her throat went dry again.
“That doesn’t count!” Yi Shanshan declared, her tone fierce, a hint of huskiness underlying its crispness.
“Ah…” Ying Yuan stammered, her mind racing to process the words. She quickly replied, “Okay, it doesn’t count. It’s all my fault. We were just pretending anyway…”
The word “pretending” struck Yi Shanshan like lightning.
She flipped herself up to sit on the bed, glaring at Ying Yuan. “What?! Are you trying to weasel out of responsibility?!”
Ying Yuan: “!!!”
Even more stunned.
Panic began to creep in.
“N-no, that’s not it. I didn’t mean…” she stammered, desperate to explain.
But Yi Shanshan wasn’t listening to her rambling excuses. She realized that she needed to be crystal clear, make it an order, for this clueless robot to understand.
Despite her burning cheeks and feverish body, a strange electric current surging through her, Yi Shanshan tilted her head back and struggled to make her order clear.
“I said my words don’t count, but yours do!”
Ying Yuan: “Huh?”
Yi Shanshan: “Just now… I wasn’t ready! It just… happened so suddenly! I didn’t mean for it to happen like that!”
Ying Yuan: “Ah…”
Yi Shanshan: “I don’t care! Do it again!”
Ying Yuan: “Hmm?”
The flush on Yi Shanshan’s face began to spread down her body. She stretched out her arms toward Ying Yuan. “Do it again! It’s so hot! Let’s shower first!”
“Ah.” Ying Yuan seemed to understand.
Whether she truly understood or not, Yi Shanshan’s outstretched arms and demand to shower were enough. Ying Yuan could always serve her perfectly.
She leaned forward. “Do you want me to carry you there?”
Yi Shanshan narrowed her eyes and glared at her.
For some reason, Ying Yuan suddenly burst out laughing.
Yi Shanshan: “Aaaah! What are you laughing at?!”
Her outstretched arms swung at Ying Yuan, but Ying Yuan didn’t flinch. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Yi Shanshan’s back and the backs of her knees, lifting her into a horizontal carry.
The furious, haughty little kitten in her arms was now just a small, soft bundle.
Even when Yi Shanshan’s palm struck her, it landed softly, devoid of force, like a gentle caress.
“I wasn’t laughing at you,” Ying Yuan said, her gaze softening as she looked down at the woman in her arms. “I just think you’re… incredibly cute.”
Yi Shanshan froze, turning her head away. “Hmph.”
Ying Yuan carried her toward the bathroom. “Do you want a bath or a shower? If it’s a bath, I’ll start running the water—it’ll take a while.”
Yi Shanshan: “Shower.”
Ying Yuan: “Okay~ Then after we’re inside, I’ll get you some fresh clothes…”
Yi Shanshan wrapped her arms around Ying Yuan’s neck. “I don’t want to wash myself!”
Ying Yuan: “…Ah.”
Yi Shanshan: “Who washes themselves at a time like this?!”
This plunged Ying Yuan into uncharted territory.
A time like this—what exactly did she mean by that?
Yi Shanshan: “That’s not how it’s written in the novels!”
Ying Yuan: “Hmm… How does it go in novels, then?”
Yi Shanshan: “You wash me.”
Yi Shanshan fixed her gaze on Ying Yuan again. “You help me wash.”
Ying Yuan’s steps faltered, her cheeks flushing crimson.
The mere thought of that scene sent a wave of heat through her body.
Yi Shanshan: “Besides, this will help us start over.”
When Ying Yuan finally stepped into the bathroom, she nearly stumbled.
The environment transformed, blue-and-white mosaic tiles forming an ocean-like bathroom.
Ying Yuan entered, only to realize she had nowhere to put Yi Shanshan down while still holding her. She glanced around, trying to figure out how to free her hands.
Yi Shanshan, however, had already found her spot. “The vanity,” she suggested.
The bathroom was large, and so was the vanity. In front of the brightly lit mirror, dark marble gleamed like polished obsidian.
Ying Yuan carefully set Yi Shanshan down. When the back of her hand brushed against the icy countertop, a chill ran through her. “Isn’t this a bit… too cold?”
Yi Shanshan hissed.
The word “cold” lingered unspoken on her tongue, the answer obvious.
But Yi Shanshan didn’t seem to mind. She scooted back, settling herself comfortably. Her snow-white limbs swung idly, long hair cascading down, partly covering her chest and partly draping over her back.
The large, bright mirror behind her reflected everything clearly in Ying Yuan’s vision.
Front and back, both Yi Shanshan and Ying Yuan herself—the entire scene was vividly mirrored, impossible to ignore.
A wave of heat surged through Ying Yuan. She lowered her gaze.
Turning sideways, she quickly turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. Then she bent down to put slippers on Yi Shanshan’s feet.
Yi Shanshan’s feet were white and tinged with pink.
Her toes, like ripe red berries, wriggled playfully. Despite Ying Yuan’s repeated attempts to slip on the slippers, she deftly evaded them.
“Shanshan…” Ying Yuan said, her face flushed, “be good.”
Yi Shanshan’s voice, so close it echoed clearly in the bathroom, rang out, “Everyone else washes their girlfriends’ feet while standing on them.”
Ying Yuan: “……”
Is that even reasonable?
Ying Yuan looked up helplessly. A hint of triumph played on Yi Shanshan’s face as she said, “I’ve watched so many videos. This time, I’m definitely going to get it right.”
How exactly are you going to get it right? Ying Yuan wanted to ask.
With a flick of her foot, Yi Shanshan kicked away the slippers Ying Yuan held. She leaned in, wrapped her arms around Ying Yuan’s neck, and pulled her closer.
Steam filled the air. Forehead pressed against forehead, Yi Shanshan’s eyelashes fluttered, and her lips glistened.
A sweet, intoxicating scent hung in the air. The question Ying Yuan had been keeping to herself was now voiced by Yi Shanshan:
“Ying Yuan, did you… like it just now?”
Ying Yuan’s throat bobbed. She couldn’t deny it, so she could only murmur, “Mhm.”
“Then you should do what you love more often.” Yi Shanshan gently kissed her on the tip of her nose. “It’s time for a shower. Could you take off my last bit of clothing?”
Ying Yuan’s rationality was about to shatter once again.
She hadn’t had enough. This was only the beginning. She was like a wild beast that had tasted bone marrow, now craving more.
She moved closer to Yi Shanshan, her body pressing even closer.
In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her dark hand resting against Yi Shanshan’s snow-white back in the mirror.
An electric current surged through her. Ying Yuan pressed her lips to Yi Shanshan’s, kissing her deeply. She pulled back slightly, still needing to ask, “What about you? Do you like it?”
Yi Shanshan wrapped her legs around Ying Yuan, clinging to her tightly.
“I don’t like it,” Yi Shanshan said. “Because it’s not enough.”
She pressed her body against Ying Yuan’s. “The important parts… weren’t touched.”
Ying Yuan took a deep breath and captured her lips again.
Her hands gripped Yi Shanshan’s waist, but mindful of the cold marble, they slid lower, creating a barrier between Yi Shanshan and the surface.
Holding her up.
The fiery warmth of Ying Yuan’s palms quickly warmed Yi Shanshan’s skin.
Yi Shanshan’s lips and tongue were completely claimed.
Now she could completely surrender her weight to Ying Yuan. Yi Shanshan knew that no matter what position they were in, Ying Yuan would never let her get hurt.
They kissed passionately, their body heat rising in tandem with the water’s temperature.
As Ying Yuan’s kisses drifted downward again, she felt the damp heat of sweat seeping from Yi Shanshan’s skin.
Her ripe, succulent fruit was about to be drained dry by this heat.
Ying Yuan wrapped her arms around Yi Shanshan’s back, lifted her into her arms, and carried her into the water.
So it seems I really don’t need her feet to touch the ground to help her bathe.
A fine mist of water settled over their bodies, dissolving all boundaries.
The clasp of Yi Shanshan’s bra came undone effortlessly and fell away.
Ying Yuan needed both hands to keep Yi Shanshan steady, leaving her only her lips and tongue.
Yi Shanshan tilted her head back, letting the mist shower her face. Countless droplets gathered and streamed down her cheeks.
She reveled in the sensation, knowing this time would be more intense, more drawn-out than before.
But then a sharp cramp seized her lower abdomen, and something warm and liquid flowed out.
A wave of heat washed over her—a familiar sensation.
“Huh?” Yi Shanshan’s eyes fluttered open, and she glanced down.
Amid the torrential downpour, she saw Ying Yuan savoring her like a gourmet delicacy.
The sight reignited her arousal, confirming something deep within her.
Yi Shanshan wanted to cry.
She cradled Ying Yuan’s head, signaling her to pause.
Yi Shanshan met Ying Yuan’s eyes—those ocean-like, churning eyes. Yi Shanshan pursed her lips, her voice soft and pitiful, drowned out by the cascading water, barely a whisper.
“I think…”
“What is it?” Ying Yuan’s lips barely moved.
Yi Shanshan trailed off, her gaze dropping lower. Between their tightly pressed bodies, bright red blood was indeed seeping out.
“Aaaahhhh…” Yi Shanshan cried out, tears streaming down her face.
She hugged Ying Yuan tightly, shielding her eyes. Refusing to admit her own inability to finish, she bit Ying Yuan’s ear and whined irrationally, “It’s all your fault, all your fault…”
Ying Yuan, abruptly yanked back from a world of pure sensation, blinked in confusion. “Huh?”
Yi Shanshan: “My period isn’t supposed to start for days! Aaaah! It’s all your fault, all your fault! You made it come early!”