My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 108
Chapter 108
Outside, the ocean surged in rhythmic waves.
Inside, a similar tempest raged.
In the darkness, Yi Shanshan’s eyes were wide open, yet she seemed to see flashes of white light—streaking across her vision, flooding her senses.
She couldn’t process what she was feeling; she could only surrender to instinct.
Soft.
Wet.
Weightless yet clinging.
Inseparable.
That easily aroused zone was gently enveloped, then released.
Her breath and heartbeat followed suit—racing, then slowing.
Yi Shanshan exhaled, pouring all her focus into opening herself, preventing the surging current from reaching its peak too quickly.
Like guiding a raging river, she channeled it into countless trickling streams, directing the flow from her abdomen through her limbs, until it reached the tips of her fingers and toes.
Her toes went numb, curling involuntarily.
But Ying Yuan had only just begun.
Tongue tip touching.
Tongue gliding.
Lips and teeth nipping lightly.
It was like drinking water so sugary it never quenched her thirst, even as she gulped greedily.
Her swelling desire ballooned, growing larger and lighter, rising relentlessly.
Ying Yuan’s lips and tongue slid up and down, buried so deep that the tip of her nose and chin became slick with moisture.
Yi Shanshan’s fingers gripped the fabric beneath her, kneading the soft cotton into wrinkles that resembled cracked porcelain.
Her breaths grew deeper, her lips parting wider with each gasp. She strained every muscle, but only managed to prolong the moment by a fraction.
Though every second was pure, exquisite pleasure.
She felt herself approaching climax again, yet it remained far from her goal.
Twisting her body, she tried to pull away from the touch. Her thighs brushed against Ying Yuan’s cheek and the loose strands of her hair.
Ying Yuan seized her knee.
Her fiery palm turned upward, like tender shoots of grass emerging in spring.
It burned and tickled, even stung.
Arrival.
Internal.
Her thumb sank in.
Yi Shanshan was pinned in place, unable to escape.
All she could do was open herself wider.
As if increasing her surface area would allow external air to rush in.
But what rushed in wasn’t air.
A soft, searching tongue traced her edges.
Penetration.
Yi Shanshan’s breath was stolen completely.
She could no longer control her surging sensations, any more than she could control the moonlight outside the window or the ocean’s tides.
She surrendered.
She pushed herself down, 58 spirit remained, death danced at zero five
closer still.
Pressed so tightly together, as if flesh could meld into one.
Ying Yuan’s tongue swirled gently.
Then suddenly tightened its grip.
Yi Shanshan’s palm landed on Ying Yuan’s head, her fingertips digging into her hair, clenching hard.
A slow, rustling sound echoed within her skull.
Yi Shanshan lifted herself, then collapsed back down.
She began to tremble again.
Her opened body began to retract.
Ying Yuan couldn’t resist leaning in for a kiss.
Wet and sticky.
Yi Shanshan nearly yanked Ying Yuan up by her hair, forcing her to surface.
Once she’d pulled Ying Yuan up, Yi Shanshan, through her blurred vision, could only make out those bright, sparkling eyes and that… sparkling…
The thought of what that was sent another shiver through Yi Shanshan.
Ying Yuan hovered over her, but didn’t embrace her.
Instead, she maintained a deliberate distance, observing and admiring Yi Shanshan from afar.
Yi Shanshan felt Ying Yuan’s gaze like a caress.
A thin sheen of sweat formed on her lower back, yet her chest felt chilled.
Yi Shanshan frowned and closed her eyes. Moments later, Ying Yuan lowered herself, gently embracing her, enveloping her in warmth.
Yi Shanshan’s nostrils filled with Ying Yuan’s scent: lemon-scented body wash, jasmine-scented laundry detergent, a warm, grassy aroma emanating from her skin, and… a special, captivating fragrance.
Yi Shanshan inhaled deeply, her nostrils twitching as she followed the scent from Ying Yuan’s chest to her jawline, then to the edge of her lips.
Most noticeable between her lips and teeth, Ying Yuan took a deep breath, her lips moving slightly as she murmured, “Shanshan, this is your scent.”
Yi Shanshan froze, her breath catching in her throat, warmth instantly flooding her cheeks.
Ying Yuan leaned closer, her nose brushing against Yi Shanshan’s, her lips hovering just beside hers, barely touching.
“It’s so fragrant,” Ying Yuan murmured. “Want to taste it?”
Yi Shanshan’s body was already trembling; now, even her heart began to flutter uncontrollably.
Her face flushed crimson, Yi Shanshan didn’t voice any objection. Ying Yuan’s throat bobbed as she yielded to instinct, pressing her lips to Shanshan’s.
A gentle touch, Yi Shanshan’s warm, sweet breath ghosting across Ying Yuan’s lips.
Ying Yuan deepened the kiss, mingling the sweetness and fragrance, intertwining them more intensely before swallowing it all whole.
They kissed for a long time, their passion reigniting just as it seemed to fade.
Yi Shanshan grew increasingly frustrated that Ying Yuan was still fully dressed. She raised her hand, unbuttoning the silk pajamas one by one, slowly stripping away every barrier between them.
Only then did she realize that pressing her body fully against Ying Yuan’s meant suffering even more herself.
“This time, I’ll take the lead,” Yi Shanshan declared.
She strained to make the words sound powerful, seductive, and assertive, but her mouth seemed to have lost its strength. The last syllable curled softly and tenderly on her tongue.
“Take the lead in what?” Ying Yuan chuckled softly.
The laughter spoke volumes, mocking Yi Shanshan’s restraint.
Yi Shanshan fell silent, pressing her lips tightly together and pulling away slightly, denying Ying Yuan any kisses or touches.
Instead, she focused solely on wreaking havoc on Ying Yuan’s body with her hands, exploring every inch relentlessly.
She had been practicing this diligently these past few days.
She believed she had improved significantly, just as she had proven earlier—her second attempt was far more effective than her first.
Truthfully, once she started touching Ying Yuan, she longed to kiss her. But to truly reach the climax, she sacrificed the pleasures of lips and tongue.
This was her strategy.
Her throat went dry, and she swallowed repeatedly.
Yi Shanshan could feel Ying Yuan’s body gradually heating up beneath her touch.
Normally as still as a clear spring, unmoved by the world, Ying Yuan now burned hotter than even Yi Shanshan herself.
Yi Shanshan’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Sensing the prelude had reached its crescendo, she tentatively shifted forward.
Her eyes, long accustomed to the darkness, registered the faint moonlight casting sharp silhouettes.
Yi Shanshan lowered her gaze to their bodies, now only inches apart—dark against pale, curves against straight lines, perfectly aligned height and angles… Suddenly, the distance felt unbearably obstructive.
This is completely backward, a waste of nature’s gifts.
The thought flickered through her mind, and her body had already pressed against Ying Yuan’s.
Pressed against her, burning as if she’d fallen into a molten furnace.
Her arms wrapped around Ying Yuan’s waist and back, her leg draped across Ying Yuan’s body as she had countless times before with her blanket.
Lying on her side, Yi Shanshan curled her toes.
She wanted to pull them closer, but the moment she touched Ying Yuan, her strength seemed to drain away.
Her fingers still wanted to slide lower, but Ying Yuan, ever perceptive, sensed her unspoken desire. Suddenly, Ying Yuan’s hand reached out, gripping Yi Shanshan’s lower back.
And pulled her abruptly closer.
They nearly collided.
Ying Yuan’s palm continued its downward descent.
“Mmm…” Yi Shanshan let out a short, startled cry.
They became entangled.
So smooth…
So hot…
The sudden stimulation sent Yi Shanshan’s heart racing, while Ying Yuan’s hand, relentless in its pursuit, pressed harder.
“Mmm…”
Yi Shanshan groaned softly, the pressure bruising her.
Ying Yuan’s leg began to move—
up and down.
Yi Shanshan flooded again.
Like an eternally surging sea.
Their bodies swayed,
skin against skin.
Yi Shanshan’s thoughts shattered, impossible to piece back together.
She knew her plan had failed again. Her defiant words had only fueled her girlfriend’s arousal.
Giving in, she bit down on Ying Yuan’s shoulder, reveling in the sensation.
Then, whispering seductively into her ear:
“You’re not even going in…
“What a waste of your hand~”
Not wasted at all.
Soon enough, Yi Shanshan got her wish.
But by then, her body had melted into a puddle of mud. For the third time that night, she couldn’t hold out for long.
Ying Yuan only inserted her finger after Yi Shanshan had climaxed.
In.
But she didn’t move it.
Yi Shanshan could feel herself clenching,
Contracting.
She trembled around Ying Yuan’s fingertip.
Ying Yuan must be loving this, she thought.
The moon would rise higher and higher, then slowly descend.
A single night wasn’t terribly long, but it wasn’t as fleeting as Yi Shanshan had imagined either.
Before the night ran out, her strength would give out first.
She was completely limp, too exhausted to even pretend to be strong.
Wearily, she closed her eyes, wanting to sleep. Ying Yuan gently scooped her into her arms and pulled the blanket over her.
Snugly tucked into the covers, and even more securely nestled in Ying Yuan’s embrace.
So comfortable, Yi Shanshan thought.
Like being ground into powder and sprinkled into a warm bed.
She rolled over, turning away from Ying Yuan. Her daily dose of Ying Yuan had been more than satisfied. She arched back, pressing only her entire back against her.
Ying Yuan’s breath hitched.
This position felt even more intimate.
Restraining her hands, she simply rested them lightly on Yi Shanshan. She listened to the rhythmic crashing of waves outside the window, her eyes wide open.
Her lungs were filled with the fragrance of Yi Shanshan’s hair.
She held a peeled lychee in her hand, afraid to squeeze too hard.
For a long while, until Yi Shanshan had completely relaxed, her breathing becoming long and even.
Ying Yuan lowered her gaze and gently kissed Yi Shanshan’s shoulder.
“Mmm~” Yi Shanshan murmured.
Even in her sleep, she didn’t find this a disturbance. Instead, she instinctively shifted her body in the direction of her beloved, drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
Don’t sleep, Ying Yuan thought.
She placed her palm over Yi Shanshan’s, but before she could even move, Shanshan had already pressed back against her.
Sliding in.
It was so easy, she didn’t even need to make a sound.
Ying Yuan moved gently.
The sound of water, unusually clear in the quiet night.
Yi Shanshan’s breathing grew heavier, but she didn’t flinch.
Instead, she leaned back further, until she was completely engulfed.
“Ah…”
“Mmm…”
“Hmm…”
Fragmented moans, like whispers in a dream.
That night, Yi Shanshan drifted between sleep and wakefulness, again and again.
By all logic, such restless sleep shouldn’t be restful.
Yet she felt deeply comfortable, as if she had slept for ages, her energy fully restored.
When she woke in the morning, she had no trace of morning grumpiness.
She even felt like smiling before she opened her eyes.
After hugging her blanket and giggling for a while, Yi Shanshan lifted her eyelids to find her girlfriend.
How diligent she is, Shanshan thought. After working hard all night, she was already standing fresh and alert in front of the closet, helping pack Shanshan’s suitcase.
Yi Shanshan blinked, staring at her girlfriend. She found her pleasing in every way.
Tall and long-legged, with sharply defined shoulder blades, she looked stunning even in the simplest shirts and T-shirts.
Her nose was high and straight. When they kissed, the tip of her nose would brush against Shanshan’s face, and sometimes… other places…
Her lips were thin. I used to think they made her look cold. Now… hmph, let her be cold to everyone else. As long as she’s fiery with me.
Heh heh.
Her arms… her hands…
Yi Shanshan lifted the hem of Ying Yuan’s shirt, gave it a gentle flick, and smoothed it out—as if she could smooth her out too, make her soft and pliant…
Yi Shanshan’s throat bobbed; she felt parched even this early in the morning.
“Ying Yuan…” she murmured, her voice a little hoarse.
Though her voice was soft, Ying Yuan turned around immediately. The moment their eyes met, the corners of her lips curved upward.
Yi Shanshan smiled back, her lashes fluttering. The once bold and audacious Yi Shanshan now felt shy just making eye contact with her girlfriend.
Ying Yuan hurried to the bedside and leaned down to look at her.
Her eyes, like still, deep pools, rippled gently with tenderness. Without a word, Yi Shanshan knew that whatever she asked for, her girlfriend would grant it.
“Carry me out of bed~” Yi Shanshan pleaded, her voice full of playful coquetry, without even lifting a finger.
“Aren’t you going to sleep a little longer?” Ying Yuan asked, her palm lifting to rest lightly on Yi Shanshan’s forehead, stroking it tenderly.
“No more sleep~” Yi Shanshan twisted her head from side to side, rubbing her skin against Ying Yuan’s palm with a faint, ticklish sensation.
“I’ve had enough sleep~” she declared.
Her eyes twinkled as a thought sparked in her mind. “But that kind of sleep… wasn’t enough, you know~”