My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 112
Chapter 112
The late-night traffic was light.
Before the lingering heat had fully dissipated, they arrived at their safe haven.
The familiar door swung open, and a passionate kiss should have followed. But as the lights flickered on, the comforting essence of home flooded Ying Yuan’s mind, and she suddenly felt overwhelmingly shy.
Home, in her heart, was a place of quiet stability, where everyone went about their business without disturbing one another.
Yet Yi Shanshan, curled up in her arms, was the complete opposite—vibrant, lively, impulsive, and mischievous.
She had no intention of leaving Ying Yuan undisturbed. Her affection compelled her to be close, her eyes fixed on her, her voice reaching her ears, her hands yearning to touch her.
After a brief pause, Ying Yuan said, “Let’s go to my room.”
“Okay~” Yi Shanshan nodded, bending down to retrieve guest slippers with practiced ease.
Ying Yuan set down her suitcase, her heart aching as she thought of their whirlwind return journey and how Yi Shanshan had stayed up late with her and Qi Hongyue to finish their work.
“Take a shower first,” she said. “I’ll cut some fruit.”
Yi Shanshan blinked her large eyes at her, obediently replying, “Okay.”
Unlike her days in H City, she no longer rushed into the bathroom without bringing anything and emerged naked. She now meticulously gathered her own things and had fewer demands, capable of managing her life independently.
Her bath times became normal. After showering, she dried her own hair.
When Ying Yuan emerged from the bathroom, Yi Shanshan was waiting in her room, clean and fresh-faced, her fair skin glowing. She sat upright, her face bare of makeup, radiating pure innocence.
She was a world apart from the woman who had uttered such scandalous remarks at the restaurant entrance earlier.
“What’s wrong?” Ying Yuan entered the room, closed the door, and couldn’t resist teasing her. “Feeling a bit restrained in my home?”
“Mmm~” Yi Shanshan admitted softly, seated primly in the chair at the desk. Her back was perfectly straight, her hands clasped demurely in her lap. She had barely touched the fruit platter Ying Yuan had prepared.
“Even though I’ve been here once before, it’s still your home~” Yi Shanshan continued, her gaze lowered, her cheeks flushed pink, her eyelashes trembling slightly. “When I do things, I always have to wonder if the master would mind…”
This was all an act, of course.
But her deliberate pretense was utterly endearing.
Ying Yuan wanted to see her act a bit longer, so she stifled her laughter and suppressed her urge to serve Yi Shanshan wholeheartedly. Adopting a cold demeanor, she slowly strolled over to Yi Shanshan.
Looking down at her, she gently stroked Yi Shanshan’s chin with her fingertip.
“Whether Master minds depends on what the guest intends to do.”
“Ugh…” Yi Shanshan pouted, letting out a soft whine. “I’m not a guest, I’m a puppy~~”
She shook her head, her loosely tied pigtails swaying like floppy dog ears.
“If you take me in~” Yi Shanshan blinked her large, innocent eyes, looking utterly pitiful and vulnerable. “Then I’ll be Master’s puppy~~”
Ying Yuan: “……”
She was just… too adorable…
So overwhelmingly adorable that it triggered an unbearable urge to tease her.
Ying Yuan cupped Yi Shanshan’s cheeks in her hands, the girl’s head immediately going limp, resting heavily in her palms.
Her plump cheeks squished against Ying Yuan’s skin.
Pressing harder with her fingertips, Ying Yuan kneaded the soft flesh, finding it smooth and yielding—the texture so delightful that she couldn’t resist applying more pressure.
Yi Shanshan’s features twisted under the pressure, her dewy lips puckering into a high, trumpet-like pout.
“Mmph…” Yi Shanshan protested, “Master is mean…”
Ying Yuan leaned closer, gazing into Yi Shanshan’s shimmering eyes. She gently kissed the trumpet-flower shape of her lips, her voice low and husky: “So, you’re not going to listen to your master now?”
Yi Shanshan: “…I’ll listen.”
Yi Shanshan: “One more kiss, and I’ll listen.”
Such a mischievous little puppy.
Ying Yuan pressed her fingertips firmly, parting Yi Shanshan’s lips like tender petals revealing a sweet, fragrant heart.
She kissed Yi Shanshan deeply, her tongue plunging in to capture Yi Shanshan’s own, silencing the girl’s half-formed words.
“Mmm… uhn…”
Only faint, broken gasps escaped.
By the time Yi Shanshan’s cheeks flushed and her body went limp, her limbs wrapping bonelessly around Ying Yuan, Ying Yuan withdrew her lips and tongue, watching her. “Now are you going to be good?”
Yi Shanshan nodded.
Ying Yuan: “Puppies don’t nod.”
Yi Shanshan’s lips parted. “Woof!”
Ying Yuan’s name could now be added to the list of those who had flushed her with warmth.
Yi Shanshan’s eyes, clear and watery, shimmered with moisture. She raised her hand and let it fall lightly onto Ying Yuan’s chest, her fingertips lacking any strength—truly like a puppy’s paws, unable to grasp, only pawing.
Shanshan pawed at her, her collar slipping off her shoulder and a button popping open on her chest.
Yi Shanshan stared at Ying Yuan’s chest as if she were eyeing a delicious dog treat, her mouth watering.
“Woof! Woof!” she barked twice more.
Ying Yuan: “……”
Ying Yuan leaned down and scooped the puppy off the chair.
With a few swift steps, she carried the puppy to the bed.
When Ying Yuan set the puppy down, it still lay on its back, squirming.
But as Ying Yuan leaned closer, the puppy suddenly flipped over and pounced on her.
The positions reversed. Ying Yuan found herself flat on the bed, the puppy now perched atop her.
Its four paws planted firmly on her chest, its tail wagged furiously as it sniffed her chest, its rear end raised high in the air.
“Woof! Woof!” the puppy barked again.
Then she bit down—first on Ying Yuan’s chin, then her shoulder, and finally her chest.
The puppy’s teeth sank deep, grinding as if trying to tear out her heart.
Those teeth are sharp, Ying Yuan thought. The puppy’s bite wasn’t strong, but it was far from gentle.
The puppy’s tongue, warm and wet, glided softly across her skin, leaving a faint sting in its wake.
A faint electrical tingle surged through Ying Yuan’s body as she let the puppy frolic over her. The current intensified, enveloping her limbs until her fingertips went numb.
“Shanshan…” she murmured.
In moments like these, she realized with startling clarity that she wasn’t the only one addicted to intimacy—Yi Shanshan was too.
She couldn’t control the impulses within her, or perhaps they were genuine desires of the heart.
Ying Yuan reached out, grabbed Yi Shanshan’s arm, and pulled her up, forcing those beautiful eyes to meet hers. “Be a good girl, Shanshan,” she said.
Be a good girl, Shanshan.
Give me everything.
Be a good girl, Shanshan.
Satisfy me with all you have.
“Mmm…” Yi Shanshan readily agreed.
Ying Yuan wrapped one arm around her waist. The other trailed downward.
The sweltering summer heat made them sweat easily, their skin and breath sticky and humid.
Yi Shanshan’s face hovered just above Ying Yuan’s, perfectly visible.
A delicate blush tinted her cheeks like a fading sunset. Her half-closed eyes fluttered, lashes trembling like butterfly wings with each breath.
Her braided hair hung loose, the tips brushing against Ying Yuan’s chest, swaying rhythmically with their bodies.
Ying Yuan couldn’t bear to tear her gaze away.
She watched intently, etching every fleeting moment into her memory.
The scene rippled through her mind like endless waves, churning endlessly without pause.
Ying Yuan added another finger.
Yi Shanshan struggled to support herself, determined not to collapse.
She had improved rapidly at this, now able to savor the experience rather than collapsing helplessly towards the finish line.
When Ying Yuan didn’t go deep enough—or, rather, when she deliberately held back—
Yi Shanshan would reach for it herself.
Rising and falling like waves, Yi Shanshan closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. She truly felt like a little dog,
satisfying herself against her beloved Master’s body.
“Ugh…”
The little dog finally collapsed, unable to hold on any longer.
In her descent, she didn’t notice the angle,
and in that instant,
it went deeper.
“Mmm.”
Yi Shanshan scrunched up her nose, tears forced from the corners of her eyes.
Sensing the unusual sensation at her fingertips, Ying Yuan’s heart leaped.
She dared not move again, her other hand wrapping tightly around the person beneath her, gently stroking her back.
“Does it hurt?” Ying Yuan whispered.
Yi Shanshan slowly shook her head as Ying Yuan’s hand reached the back of her head—a fluffy, powerless puppy.
Contracting.
Another answer.
Relief washed over Ying Yuan, but she didn’t pull away. Yi Shanshan was pressed so tightly against her that even the slightest movement might trigger a more violent reaction.
They remained still, wrapped in silence.
Ying Yuan gazed up at the familiar ceiling and overhead light. She had spent countless sweltering summer nights in this room, haunted by fantastical and unsettling dreams.
But none of them had ever surpassed her wildest imaginings—not like this moment.
The trembling ceased. Yi Shanshan’s breathing gradually evened out.
Pressed against Ying Yuan’s chest, she listened to her steady heartbeat—thump-thump, thump-thump—deep and reassuring.
“Let’s talk for a while, Ying Yuan,” Yi Shanshan said.
“Mm-hmm.” Ying Yuan’s fingers slid to Yi Shanshan’s neck, gently kneading the tense muscles.
“When did you realize you liked girls? High school, middle school, or even earlier?”
“Middle school,” Ying Yuan replied. “I started to notice it around puberty.”
“How did you realize? Were you interested in girls in your class? Did you develop crushes on female celebrities and become a dream girl?” Yi Shanshan asked.
“No,” Ying Yuan said.
She found it difficult to summarize the matter, and no single person in her memory brought this realization into sharp focus.
It was during the dazed confusion of adolescence that she suddenly realized, Oh, I seem different from my classmates who are already dating. I have no interest in men.
Lost in thought, Yi Shanshan grew impatient.
“I thought you said you’ve never been in love before? You’re not lying to me, are you?”
She craned her neck, trying to prop herself up. With the movement, a sharp pop sounded.
Yi Shanshan: “!!!!”
Her face instantly burned crimson.
Ying Yuan: “……”
The fragile threads of her thoughts threatened to unravel completely.
But seeing Yi Shanshan’s lips tremble, poised between embarrassment and anger, she quickly said, “I’m not lying. I’ve never been in love before. You’re the first.”
Yi Shanshan’s parted lips closed, her large, watery eyes fixed on Ying Yuan.
“I’ve never loved anyone else either. You’re the first,” Ying Yuan added.
Yi Shanshan began to calm down.
“Theoretical verification requires practice, but the birth of a theory doesn’t necessarily need it. If you insist on finding an origin, you can just say it started on this bed.
“One night or afternoon, my body matured, and a primal desire surged within me—a desire directed toward women.”
Ying Yuan gazed at Yi Shanshan, captivated by every detail: the wisps of curled hair framing her cheeks, the shimmering light in her eyes, the glistening beads of sweat on her skin—each a source of longing, a spark of desire.
“Now… it’s been satisfied by you.”
Ying Yuan withdrew her hand, intending to gently caress Yi Shanshan’s cheek. But as her fingers rose before her eyes, their peculiar appearance caught her attention.
The skin at the tips of her index and middle fingers was wrinkled and shriveled.
Immersion reaction, Ying Yuan thought. So intense? So prolonged?
Yi Shanshan followed her gaze and froze. Then, her face flushed crimson, even deeper than before, so red it seemed incapable of returning to its normal color.
Seeing Ying Yuan’s astonished expression, she felt an overwhelming urge to bite off the tips of those raised fingers.
Driven by extreme embarrassment and frustration, she threw caution to the wind. Her usual stubbornness and audacity erupted as she shouted:
“What’s so strange about it?! I’m just naturally gifted, okay?!
“With a girlfriend like me, you should be thanking your lucky stars!”
Ying Yuan burst into laughter—not secret amusement, but open, unrestrained joy. She immediately pulled her girlfriend into a tight embrace, reassuring her: “I love you no matter what—your body type, your style, even if you turned into a little puppy…”
Yi Shanshan: “Hmph!”
Yi Shanshan: “Then I’m going to make you cum next!”
She pressed her palm against Ying Yuan’s chest, trying to push herself up, but as soon as her foot touched the bed, her leg buckled weakly, and she collapsed back down.
Yi Shanshan: “????”
A tingling numbness surged through her body, reaching her toes. All her strength seemed to have drained away, leaving her able only to endure.
With a choked “waaa,” Yi Shanshan felt tears welling up.