My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 107
Chapter 107
There was no time for a shower.
Even less time for studying.
Some things seemed to require no learning at all. When one’s senses were sufficiently aroused, everything unfolded naturally, like water finding its own level… no, more like a flood overflowing its banks.
The moment the door opened, Yi Shanshan seized Ying Yuan’s waist, pulling her close and kissing her fiercely.
Ying Yuan still held the groceries she’d just bought, her mouth occupied and her hands raised in a desperate attempt to keep the juice from spilling and staining Yi Shanshan’s clothes.
“Shanshan…” Ying Yuan managed to gasp during a rare break in the kiss, trying to ask for a moment to put down her things.
“Mmm…” Yi Shanshan responded with only a small, animal-like whimper, her lips sliding down Ying Yuan’s jawline to her neck.
Yi Shanshan tugged at the hem of Ying Yuan’s shirt, originally tucked into her skirt, creating a wide gap. Her warm, soft palms slipped inside, pressing against the skin of Ying Yuan’s waist.
Ying Yuan’s abdomen tightened. She abandoned all concern for where to put the groceries, dropping them haphazardly onto the nearest surface before letting her hands find their rightful place.
She wrapped her arms around Yi Shanshan’s waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
Yi Shanshan’s kisses continued their descent, tracing a path past Ying Yuan’s collarbone to the edge of her shirt collar. A gentle nip between her lips and teeth loosened a button, and it came undone.
Her tongue, hovering over Ying Yuan’s heart through the warm skin, vibrated in perfect synchronicity.
Ying Yuan arched her neck back, exhaling a long, drawn-out breath.
If lovemaking required a prelude, this was already more than enough.
It wasn’t just Yi Shanshan’s kisses; even a simple invitation from her, or that liquid, shimmering gaze in her eyes… that alone could ignite a fire in Ying Yuan’s body, softening her heart while tensing every muscle.
Ying Yuan’s clothing proved difficult to remove, thanks to her intricately laced corset.
The black leather straps bound her waist and back, pressing down on the upturned edges of her soft shirt.
Yi Shanshan stared at the corset, then abruptly reached out and tugged at the straps.
Leaning closer again, Ying Yuan lowered her gaze, meeting Yi Shanshan’s upward-slanting, fox-like eyes.
“This looks… good on you,” Yi Shanshan murmured. “Take off the shirt. Just wear this…”
A blush burned across Ying Yuan’s cheeks. This is only just beginning, and she’s already playing like this? she thought, disapproving.
Maybe it’s best to just shut Yi Shanshan up.
Ying Yuan silenced Yi Shanshan with a kiss, stealing her breath and scrambling her thoughts.
Yi Shanshan’s hands fluttered wildly, so Ying Yuan pinned them down. Her wrists were so slender that Ying Yuan could easily encircle both with one hand.
This simple restraint alone made Yi Shanshan’s body go limp. She wanted to press herself against Ying Yuan’s chest, her legs brushing lightly against Ying Yuan’s thighs in a tantalizing, almost accidental touch.
Ying Yuan released her wrists and abruptly scooped her up into her arms.
Startled by the sudden weightlessness, Yi Shanshan’s eyes grew hazy.
Ying Yuan lowered her head and kissed her again. Yi Shanshan abandoned all restraint, wrapping her arms around Ying Yuan’s neck and meeting the kiss eagerly.
Ying Yuan stepped forward, each step causing a soft collision of their lips and tongues.
Each kiss grew deeper, more intense.
Ying Yuan set Yi Shanshan down on the sofa.
As her body found solid support, Yi Shanshan collapsed against it.
Her long hair spilled across the cushions, the soft chestnut curls framing her delicate, ivory-white shoulders and neck, making them appear even smoother and more tender.
The gown, already held up by only two slender straps, now had one strap sliding off her shoulder. The wide, shimmering skirt cascaded to the floor like tumbling flower petals.
The scene was breathtakingly beautiful. Ying Yuan wanted to linger, but Yi Shanshan’s arms had already wound around her neck like eager vines, her palms pressing against the nape of Ying Yuan’s neck, pulling her closer.
Her lipstick was slightly smudged from their kisses, and her parted lips revealed the tip of her tongue, like a fish gasping for water.
Ying Yuan leaned in and captured it once more, offering moisture.
The sensation was slick and sweet, punctuated by the occasional soft moan of pleasure from Yi Shanshan.
That tender, fragile sound was their shared catalyst. Yi Shanshan’s body twisted, yearning to press closer to Ying Yuan. She bent one leg, lifting it, causing her skirt to slide down.
Her knee consciously rubbed against Ying Yuan’s palm until it was firmly gripped.
Those fingers, always carrying a faint rasp, slid upward.
Her fingertips, unable to resist, pressed deeper, exploring the gathered folds of her skirt and kneading them.
“Mmm…” Yi Shanshan moaned.
The muscle of her thigh, now firmly gripped, grew numb and tingling, the sensation spreading deeper like an electric current.
She parted her lips, surrendering to Ying Yuan’s invasion.
No longer concerned with what was happening above, all her senses were concentrated below.
The pressure Ying Yuan exerted was perfect—enough to tease her nerves without causing pain.
But after lingering at the edge for too long, Yi Shanshan couldn’t help but push her body downward, seeking deeper contact.
Ying Yuan gently bit the tip of Shanshan’s tongue, her palm finally covering Shanshan’s.
Even through the layer of fabric, the warmth radiated undiminished.
Yi Shanshan felt as if she had been suddenly immersed in hot water, languidly comfortable.
She continued to slide down, seeking even closer contact with that warmth.
The friction from her shifting body sent waves of endless sensation through her, no matter where she brushed against Ying Yuan.
Ying Yuan stopped her descent, cradling her with her palm. Her fingertips gently kneaded the slightly plump flesh beneath.
“Mmm~” Yi Shanshan’s voice rose in a wavy moan.
She closed her eyes, her delicate nostrils twitching as she tilted her head to the side.
Ying Yuan could only kiss the side of her neck now.
Her palm rose and fell in sync with the throbbing pulse.
Yi Shanshan bit her lower lip, her brow furrowing.
Her eyelashes fluttered—was she savoring the sensation or enduring it? It was impossible to tell.
Ying Yuan paused her kiss to study her expression.
She increased the pressure slightly, her fingertips hooking the edge of the fabric. Yi Shanshan’s brow furrowed even more tightly.
Ying Yuan stopped moving altogether. One second, two seconds… Then Yi Shanshan began to probe with her body again.
Ying Yuan suddenly withdrew her hand and sat up. The warmth that had clung so tightly vanished in an instant. Yi Shanshan’s eyes snapped open, glistening with tears and framed by flushed, bewildered edges.
Ying Yuan rose to her feet, turning to leave.
Yi Shanshan immediately reached out, grabbing her arm. Her lips parted, her voice trembling.
“What’s wrong…?” she whispered. “I… I’m fine…”
Ying Yuan’s heart melted. She couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her again, whispering against her lips, “I know. I just… need to wash my hands.”
Yi Shanshan’s face flushed crimson, her skin radiating heat that nearly scalded Ying Yuan’s. She pushed Ying Yuan away, pressed her lips into a thin line, and said nothing.
Ying Yuan couldn’t help but smile, knowing every second counted.
She hurried to the basin by the entryway and meticulously washed her hands.
It was then, under the light, that one could see her hands truly were as Yi Shanshan had described: slender, long-fingered, with distinct knuckles. The slight calluses on her right middle finger, worn smooth from years of writing, retained a subtly rough texture.
When Ying Yuan returned, she found Yi Shanshan watching her.
Yi Shanshan lay sprawled on the sofa, her head tilted sideways as she gazed at Ying Yuan—or rather… at her hands. Water dripped from her fingertips, glistening in the air.
Ying Yuan approached the sofa, pulled out a tissue, and gently wiped her hands dry.
Yi Shanshan didn’t need to say another word; her beautiful eyes had already revealed all her longing.
Ying Yuan kissed her, her cool fingertips causing Yi Shanshan to tremble slightly.
Yi Shanshan returned to her original position.
After continuing the gentle massage, Ying Yuan slipped off the thin fabric.
Her palm lightly covered Yi Shanshan’s skin.
Wet and slippery.
Yi Shanshan let out a fragmented moan.
Ying Yuan moved slowly.
Her fingertips gently parted the way, searching.
For that one spot, that one touch, that would make Yi Shanshan’s body shudder.
Ying Yuan focused on caressing that point, but after just a few strokes up and down, Yi Shanshan suddenly turned on her side, clamped her wrist, and stopped her hand.
Long hair covered Yi Shanshan’s profile as she closed her eyes, her body trembling.
Ying Yuan understood a little of what Yi Shanshan was feeling now, because her palm was still there, sensing the waves of tightening.
Even wetter.
She leaned in, wanting to kiss her girlfriend again.
Yi Shanshan wouldn’t let her. She raked her hair haphazardly, completely covering her face.
“You go… take a shower…” Her voice was hoarse, pausing before continuing.
“Hmm?” Ying Yuan murmured, questioning. More than wanting a shower, she wanted to stay with Yi Shanshan right now.
“Go…” Yi Shanshan arched her body upward, pulling herself away from Ying Yuan’s fingertips.
“Just… give me a minute… I’ll be okay…
“Let’s try something else… I can definitely… last longer…”
Her stubbornness was endearing.
Ying Yuan desperately wanted to tell her, You don’t need to be so competitive about this. Just focus on what feels good.
But she quickly realized: Maybe it’s precisely because it feels so good that she wants it to last longer.
That made perfect sense.
If it was something Yi Shanshan enjoyed, it shouldn’t end so quickly.
Look at them now—still fully clothed. Ying Yuan had only unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt, while Yi Shanshan… had only been stripped of the smallest scrap of fabric.
Her long, flowing dress, like a blossom in full bloom, still enveloped her, its fragrance intoxicating.
Obediently, Ying Yuan withdrew her hand and replied, “Okay, let’s try again.”
Yi Shanshan remained curled up on the sofa, recovering. Ying Yuan gathered her clothes and went into the bathroom.
Though she was also thoroughly aroused, she didn’t want to waste any time. She showered quickly, taking only about ten minutes before emerging clean and refreshed.
To her surprise, Yi Shanshan had already gotten up.
Yi Shanshan’s elaborate makeup required meticulous removal. Now, a layer of cleansing balm covered her face, obscuring her complexion and expression, leaving only her large, fluttering eyes visible.
Seeing Ying Yuan emerge from the bathroom, Yi Shanshan hurried over and yanked open the door. Ying Yuan tried to remind her that she hadn’t brought her change of clothes, but the door slammed shut with a thud before she could finish.
It’s fine, Ying Yuan thought. I’ll grab them for her later.
The sound of running water filled the air. Ying Yuan found herself with a moment of unexpected downtime, unsure what to do.
She couldn’t help but replay the earlier events in her mind. Had she done the right thing? Had she done enough? Did Yi Shanshan like it?
They had only taken one step forward this time. Should they push further next time?
When Yi Shanshan said she wanted to try something “different,” did she mean… a different location? A different position? Or something else entirely?
Ying Yuan took a deep breath, feeling both hot and parched, her throat burning.
Maybe I really should find some tutorials and cram a bit, she thought. It’s better to know too much than too little.
She reached for her phone.
The sound of running water in the bathroom didn’t last long. When it suddenly stopped, Ying Yuan’s heart skipped a beat. She hastily tossed aside her phone and rose to fetch Yi Shanshan’s clothes.
She reached the bathroom door, and it swung open.
Yi Shanshan stood completely naked, her bare skin glowing like polished jade, her long, loose hair her only adornment.
Ying Yuan realized then that while Yi Shanshan appeared slender, it was merely because of her petite frame. She lacked nothing in the right places, her undulating curves moving across her body like a swaying melody.
Ying Yuan blinked, recognizing her girlfriend, and refrained from hurriedly retreating. Her face flushed as she wordlessly extended the items she held.
“Why bother dressing?” Yi Shanshan glanced sidelong at the clothes, stepped forward, and pressed her body against Ying Yuan’s. She draped her arms around Ying Yuan’s shoulders, her legs wrapping tightly around her waist. “We’ll just have to take them off again later…”
Ying Yuan’s heart pounded. With such a soft, yielding body nestled against her, her breath grew heavy.
Yi Shanshan twisted her waist, dislodging the clothes from Ying Yuan’s hand. “I don’t want to walk,” she purred. “Carry me.”
Ying Yuan was more than happy to oblige.
The position they had abandoned in the bathroom last time resumed.
Wherever her hands landed, they sank into silk-smooth satin, into clouds as soft as feathers.
Yi Shanshan lowered her gaze to meet Ying Yuan’s, her hair cascading over her neck.
They didn’t rush to kiss, as if their eyes alone could convey their affection.
Reaching the bed, Ying Yuan finally kissed Yi Shanshan’s shoulder before gently lowering her onto the sheets.
Yi Shanshan lay on the quilt. No matter what color the fabric beneath her, her skin always glowed with the most beautiful hue.
Ying Yuan couldn’t get enough of just looking. Her gaze roamed inch by inch. Yi Shanshan felt a cool draft in the air, but deep within her, she burned.
She rarely felt shy, but Ying Yuan’s unwavering gaze, as if it would never be satisfied, made her blush.
A familiar stirring in her lower abdomen urged her to start again.
“Ying Yuan, come here…” Yi Shanshan murmured. “Turn off the light. Stop looking.”
“Mm,” Ying Yuan replied, a sound barely escaping her throat. She obeyed, switching off the light before leaning down to envelop Yi Shanshan in warmth.
Darkness stripped away their vision, but amplified their senses of touch, scent, and sound.
Where Ying Yuan’s eyes had roamed, her lips and tongue now explored in meticulous detail.
Not an inch was left untouched.
Accompanied by the tender caress of fingertips.
Gradually retreating downward,
Until, head bowed,
Kissing the heat source.
Lingering for ages,
Grinding ceaselessly.