My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 115

Chapter 115

The dormitory curtains were half-drawn, partially obscuring the lush green mountains looming just beyond the window.

Sunlight streamed through the gap, casting a luminous, lantern-like beam across the room. Dust motes danced silently within the radiant column, swirling in ethereal patterns.

Yi Shanshan and Ying Yuan sat in the shadowed corner, their figures softened by the dim light like a scene from a grainy, low-lit film.

One sat, the other half-knelt.

One arched her neck back like a graceful swan, while the other bowed her head, her long, dark hair cascading down like flames, radiating scorching heat.

The walls were paper-thin, allowing every footstep and whisper from the hallway to be clearly heard.

Conversely, any unusual sounds from within the room would be equally audible outside.

Cramming a group of young lives into a single building was akin to creating a resonant chamber of youth.

Ying Yuan had never imagined doing something like this in the dormitory. For her, the classroom and study hall had always represented restraint and rules.

Now, the rules were shattered, and restraint was no longer possible.

Consumed by Yi Shanshan’s fiery passion, Ying Yuan felt no desire to retreat, only an urge to dive in and merge completely with her.

The soft lapping of water was the only sound, a gentle, undulating rhythm.

Yi Shanshan closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip. She leaned back against the chair, her throat moving with a soft swallow.

Her fingers gripped the railing, the tips sinking into the metal.

The air filled with a sweet, intimate scent—unmistakably theirs: familiar, comforting, intense, yet tinged with danger.

A sliver of golden sunlight slanted across the floor, pooling at their feet like the unspoken intimacy that hung between them.

Mao Mao and Xiaohan returned early, their chatter echoing through the hallway as they stepped inside.

“After rushing us so urgently, they only gave us these two books? What a joke!”

“They even said everyone had to go. Some people dragged suitcases, only to find the books weighed less than the luggage!”

“We were smart to leave Yuan to keep Shanshan company.”

“Exactly! If I’d known, I wouldn’t have bothered going at all. You could have handled it alone.”

“If I’d gone alone, I’d have left you as…” Xiaohan paused, then lightly slapped her cheek. “No shipping! Control yourself, control yourself.”

Mao Mao: “They don’t mind! Why are you holding back? It’s seriously good shipping material. I totally get you now…”

Xiaohan: “I’m a second-year now. I’m worried about actually interfering with their relationship…”

Mao Mao: “Shanshan could start dating anytime, but our Yuan… she’s like a heartless robot. I can’t even imagine what she’d be like in love…”

As she spoke, Mao Mao reached for the door.

She pushed, but the door didn’t budge, a puzzled look crossing her face.

“Huh? Why’s the door locked? Did they both go out?”

Xiaohan: “Don’t worry, I have a key in my pocket. Go ahead and get it.”

Just as Mao Mao reached for her pocket, the dorm door clicked open.

The two girls stared in surprise at Ying Yuan, her hair disheveled.

No, it wasn’t just her hair; her entire demeanor had shifted.

Her gaze was no longer steady; a flicker of emotion hid behind her lowered lashes. Her cheeks seemed… flushed? Her skin looked as if it had been caressed, rubbed raw…

And her lips—yes, her lips were the strangest part. Usually pale and understated, they now bloomed with a rich, full color, glistening with a soft, dewy sheen…

Mao Mao and Xiaohan froze, speechless.

Unbidden thoughts surfaced in their minds, but they immediately dismissed them, blaming the lingering heat of their earlier conversation for frying their brains.

Ying Yuan didn’t linger on them. She took the book from Xiaohan’s hand and said, “Thank you for your hard work.”

Her voice was slightly hoarse, a subtle rasp that made it strangely alluring.

Mao Mao: “……”

Xiaohan: “……”

They avoided each other’s eyes.

Ying Yuan turned and walked back to the dormitory, the door swinging wide open.

A breeze swept through, carrying a sweet fragrance. Mao Mao sniffed the air, shaking off her dazed thoughts. She grinned foolishly and said, “Shanshan’s perfume always smells so good!”

Ying Yuan: “……”

Mao Mao grabbed Xiaohan’s hand and pulled her inside. “And Shanshan’s lipstick is so pretty! Even when she’s not wearing makeup, just a touch of lip gloss, I always want to ask her for the link…”

By then, they were already inside the room.

There, sitting in Ying Yuan’s chair, was Yi Shanshan.

Though she occupied the same spot as before, though she was the same person, the aura around Yi Shanshan had changed dramatically.

Her naturally fair skin now glowed with a rosy flush. Her eyes, already bright, seemed to brim with tears, shimmering with a watery sheen.

She was wearing a knitted short-sleeved top and a knee-length skirt. The skirt hadn’t seemed particularly short before, but now, with the hem flipped up against her thigh, her luminous skin seemed to bear the faint red imprint of a hand’s grasp.

Mao Mao couldn’t tear her gaze away, captivated by the vibrant, sensual scene.

Xiaohan glanced left and right, her heart pounding, suddenly overwhelmed by an inexplicable nervousness.

Yi Shanshan’s gaze drifted over, first lingering briefly on Ying Yuan before settling on the two of them.

Smiling sweetly, she said, “You’re back already? That was quick~”

Her voice was soft, almost coquettish.

Goosebumps prickled Mao Mao’s arms. Clearing her throat, she steered the conversation back to their earlier topic, hoping to break the suddenly awkward atmosphere.

“Shanshan, the color of your lipstick is so pretty this time too!” Mao Mao turned to Ying Yuan. “Did you let Yuan use it? It even made our straight girl look gorgeous!”

“Pfft.” Yi Shanshan burst into laughter.

Her eyes curved like rippling spring water, the corners of her eyes darting playfully toward Ying Yuan as she continued in that soft, heart-fluttering tone: “You’ll have to ask Ying Yuan about that~”

Ying Yuan turned to look back.

Yi Shanshan: “Did you sneak some of my lipstick, you mega-straight girl?”

A gentle breeze stirred the tranquil air. Ying Yuan’s lips barely parted as she replied, “I’m not straight, I’m gay. My lips are this color from kissing Shanshan just now.”

Mao Mao: “??????”

Xiaohan: “!!!!”

Mao Mao: “!!!!”

Xiaohan: “??????”

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—”

The two of them erupted into shouts.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh What did she just say? Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…”

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh Did I hear that right? Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…”

“Who’s straight? Who’s gay? What even is ‘straight’! What’s ‘gay’! Is it like mops? Bed frames? Clotheslines?!”

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh Straight or gay doesn’t matter! Kissing! Kissing! Lips! Lips!”

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh Kissing! Kissing! Did you two kiss?! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…”

They descended into a frenzy, completely losing control.

Dropping their books, they spun around the room like tops, clutching their heads and whirling in every direction.

The shouting was so intense that a classmate passing by immediately poked their head in, asking, “What’s going on? What’s going on? Who’s kissing who?”

Xiaohan reacted instantly. She leaped up, strode to the door, grabbed the handle, and shoved the nosy classmate out, slamming the door shut behind them. “Nothing, nothing! We’re just discussing the play, discussing the play…”

The door slammed shut again.

Mao Mao quieted down as well.

Their faces flushed crimson from shouting, they could only cover their mouths and scream silently now.

Xiaohan swallowed hard several times before finally meeting the gazes of the two girls in the room. She stared at Ying Yuan and Yi Shanshan, raising her hands defensively. “You guys… don’t mess with us. Don’t joke around. First of all, Yuan doesn’t even seem like a queer girl. Second, Shanshan, you’ve already kissed Yuan before—that night before the exam, when you were having fun, you…”

Before Yi Shanshan could answer, Ying Yuan seized the moment.

Yi Shanshan had already emphasized that words were meaningless; action was the only proof.

Ying Yuan stepped forward, leaned down, and cradled the back of Yi Shanshan’s neck, her fingertips tilting her head into the perfect angle—a practiced kiss between them.

Ying Yuan leaned down and kissed her without hesitation, right on the lips. One kiss led to another, and she couldn’t resist deepening the kiss with the tip of her tongue.

Mao Mao: “……”

Xiaohan: “……”

Everything that had seemed strange in the scene suddenly made sense. All the flushed color and sensual tension had been leading to this.

As for the dorm—that old, familiar space—bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, it had always been destined to serve as the backdrop for these two.

Ying Yuan and Yi Shanshan kissed for a while longer. Mao Mao and Xiaohan, observing from close range, stared with their mouths agape, circles of disbelief that never closed.

When the two finally parted, their lips were vividly red and glistening.

“I didn’t put on any lipstick today,” Yi Shanshan said, her eyes crinkling into crescents as she answered Mao Mao’s unspoken question. Her gaze, however, remained fixed on Ying Yuan’s lips. “It’s all from kissing.”

Mao Mao: “……”

Serves me right for opening my big mouth.

And yet, thank heavens I did.

Mao Mao turned to Xiaohan. Sister, our dream has come true!

Xiaohan: “As a devout believer, I’ve lived a life of integrity, kindness, relentless effort, and discerning judgment. I deserve this day.”

Xiaohan: “What’s your relationship now? Just physical? Or…?”

Ying Yuan immediately squeezed Yi Shanshan’s hand. “We’re together now. We’re a couple.”

Xiaohan’s cheekbones practically soared. “When did you two get together? How did it happen? Spill the details! Every single one! You’re not leaving this room until you’ve spilled the beans!”

Mao Mao: “Exactly! You kept this secret from us for so long, doing this right under our noses! If you’d told us you were together sooner, I wouldn’t have been so jealous of Shanshan’s friends!”

Xiaohan: “Bring out the peanuts, melon seeds, and bottled water!”

Mao Mao: “Now that you’re a couple, shouldn’t you treat us to dinner?”

Ying Yuan immediately offered, “Of course! I’ll treat.”

Ying Yuan pulled out her phone. “What do you guys want to eat? Takeout or going out?”

Yi Shanshan grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand down. “Are you crazy? It’s my treat this time. As your girlfriend, treating your roommates is the obvious thing to do.”

She pouted. “Otherwise, if you complain about me to them later, they’ll all yell ‘Break up! Break up! Don’t keep her around for the holidays!'”

Mao Mao: “Never!”

Xiaohan: “Give me 99!!! We’ll never break up!!!”

Mao Mao: “Ying Yuan, finding a girlfriend as beautiful and adorable as Shanshan is like winning the lottery eight lifetimes over! You’d better cherish her!”

Xiaohan: “A match made in heaven! A perfect pair! Destined for each other! A hundred years of happiness!”

Yi Shanshan burst out laughing.

Ying Yuan joined in, smiling widely.

Being showered with blessings felt overwhelmingly joyful—an uncontainable, genuine, and unapologetically happy feeling.

Yi Shanshan: “Anything you want to eat or have? Tell me! Don’t hold back! There’s no limit!”

Mao Mao and Xiaohan: “Awoo-awoo-awoo!!! Shanshan, you’re so generous!”

Yi Shanshan helped Ying Yuan stand up, supporting her arm.

That encounter earlier, suppressed and endured in this environment, had lasted even longer. Afterward, her legs felt even weaker.

Her toes and fingertips still tingled faintly.

And then Ying Yuan had suddenly come over and kissed her so brazenly in front of their friends, without a care in the world.

So satisfying.

Yi Shanshan pressed down on Ying Yuan’s arm, urging her to sit back down.

She was the kind of person who, once she tasted satisfaction, wanted more—never depriving herself.

“But I have one condition,” Yi Shanshan said.

Mao Mao: “Huh?”

Xiaohan: “Tell us.”

Yi Shanshan leaned sideways and settled herself on Ying Yuan’s lap, burrowing into her arms—her favorite, most comfortable spot.

“I want to stay like this,” Yi Shanshan declared, her voice dripping with willful whimsy. “From now on, I’m going to sit on Ying Yuan all the time. And whenever I come to your dorm, I want to be able to sit on her whenever and wherever I please.”

Mao Mao and Xiaohan exchanged shocked glances.

Yi Shanshan wrapped her arms around Ying Yuan’s neck and nuzzled her cheek against hers, rubbing affectionately. “I can’t help it—it’s just too comfortable. I can’t stay away from Ying Yuan. You guys will just have to put up with it.”

Mao Mao turned to Xiaohan. “Is this what dating is like? Is Ying Yuan really like this when she’s in love too?”

Xiaohan shrugged. “Who knows? Love’s like poison. Once you fall for it, you go wild, forget everything…”

Mao Mao groaned. “Ugh, annoying, but so sweet.”

Xiaohan pulled out her phone. “Can I take a picture of you two? You know I’ve been shipping you since forever. I need something to properly admire in the dead of night…”

“You’re such a pervert, Xiaohan~” Yi Shanshan teased, adjusting her position with lightning speed. “What pose do you want?”