My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 116
Chapter 116
Yi Shanshan and Ying Yuan generously shared their story, delighting Mao Mao and Xiaohan.
They not only provided intimate and heartwarming photos that delighted CP fans but also had Yi Shanshan vividly narrate the tale of their romance.
She began with that fateful night at the bar during summer vacation—the pivotal turning point after which their feelings transformed, spiraling into the passionate relationship they shared today.
Ying Yuan sat quietly, watching and listening intently. Yi Shanshan would alternate between snuggling in her lap, leaping to the floor to act out scenes, and pulling her into affectionate embraces to demonstrate poses from their memories.
Not only were Mao Mao and Xiaohan utterly captivated, but even the two women themselves seemed lost in a dazzling, unbelievable dream—listening to a love story reserved for the protagonists of novels favored by the gods of fortune.
Amidst a chorus of “Wows,” Ying Yuan met Yi Shanshan’s gaze and saw in those eyes a tenderness meant only for her, once again feeling an unparalleled happiness.
The group chatted for hours, leaving the table strewn with food and drinks.
As the sun set, the dormitory lights flickered on, bathing the room in a familiar, cozy glow.
In the blink of an eye, it was late.
Xiaohan glanced at her phone, then looked up at Yi Shanshan and Ying Yuan. Now that they were officially a couple, she spoke with newfound boldness.
“Shanshan, why don’t you… sleep here tonight? You can share a bed with Ying Yuan—you’re both so slender, you’ll fit comfortably.”
“Oh, yeah! Shanshan stayed in our dorm once before and slept in Ying Yuan’s bed,” Mao Mao chimed in, glancing at the empty bunk. “But Ying Yuan was being so stubborn that time—she slept in the empty bed wearing her down jacket.”
Hearing this, Yi Shanshan recalled the incident. A hint of playful resentment crept into her voice as she shot Ying Yuan a sidelong glance. “Maybe you just weren’t interested in me back then~ Avoiding me, were you~?”
“No,” Ying Yuan replied. “I was interested. That’s why I avoided you.”
Yi Shanshan’s eyes lit up instantly. She pounced on Ying Yuan, grabbing her by the collar and teasingly demanding, “Really? You had a crush on me even then? Why didn’t you pursue me sooner? If you had, we could have been together ages ago!”
Ying Yuan gazed at her, pressing her lips together.
Ying Yuan didn’t quite agree with Yi Shanshan’s statement. No one who fell for Yi Shanshan would ever think they could win her over simply by chasing her.
“I’m not that confident,” Ying Yuan said. “You’re just too perfect.”
Though her answer lacked detail, it made Yi Shanshan’s smile widen uncontrollably. It stretched across her entire face, her eyes and eyebrows curving upward, her cheeks aching from the intensity of her grin.
“Heh heh heh…” She leaned her head against Ying Yuan’s, tilting her head to whisper to Mao Mao and Xiaohan, “My girlfriend says I’m perfect~”
Mao Mao and Xiaohan stood up and applauded.
Yi Shanshan pressed further, “But what about the earliest time, Ying Yuan? When did you first start liking me? Tell me!”
Ying Yuan opened her mouth, then hesitated, finding it difficult to articulate such private thoughts publicly. Even sharing them with Yi Shanshan felt like a struggle.
“Babe…” She wrapped her arm around Yi Shanshan’s waist, her fingertips pressing meaningfully to shift her attention. “If we tell the whole story now, there’ll be nothing left for next time. Besides, there are more important things to discuss right now.”
“Oh!” Yi Shanshan caught her hint instantly. They had developed an uncanny understanding on such matters.
Yi Shanshan turned to Mao Mao and Xiaohan. “Staying in the dorm… it’s not exactly convenient…”
Mao Mao: “Huh? What’s not conveni—”
Xiaohan nudged her with her elbow. “Yeah, it kinda is.”
Xiaohan’s cheeks flushed pink. “Though I don’t really mind, it’s more about… what makes you comfortable.”
Ying Yuan’s face also turned red.
Mao Mao belatedly flushed.
Only Yi Shanshan cackled with laughter, declaring that Ying Yuan had the world’s most adorable and understanding roommates.
Mao Mao waved a hand. “Then… go back to your love nest. It’s way more comfortable there.”
Xiaohan’s fingers tapped furiously on her phone. “I’ve got insider info—no room checks tonight. You’re clear to sneak out.”
Yi Shanshan: “Aww~ You guys are the best!”
Yi Shanshan wrapped her arms tightly around Ying Yuan’s waist. “Babe, your worries are over! Mao Mao and Xiaohan are watching our backs. We can elope without a care!”
“Mm,” Ying Yuan replied, “Thank you, everyone.”
Actually, her hesitation hadn’t been about losing a few points. At that time, she was still worried about making their relationship public.
But now that she’d clarified things with Yi Shanshan, seeing her girlfriend’s unwavering courage, how could she possibly not stand by her side?
The living arrangement was settled.
Whenever there was a risk of dorm inspections, Ying Yuan would return to her room, keeping her bed and desk looking lived-in. When the coast was clear, she’d seize every spare moment to be with her girlfriend, clinging together whenever possible, never wanting to be apart.
This intensity and lack of discretion soon made Ying Yuan the subject of gossip as the rumored love interest of school beauty Yi Shanshan.
Someone posted photos of them walking arm-in-arm, intimately, on campus to the school forum. Yi Shanshan clicked on the thread with delight, only to retreat with a dark expression.
Because many refused to believe it.
Despite the glaring, undeniable evidence before their eyes, many still refused to believe it.
They refused to believe Yi Shanshan was gay and had a girlfriend.
They refused to believe Yi Shanshan loved Ying Yuan, insisting they were just “besties.”
They refused to believe it was a genuine romance, instead conjuring complex webs of ulterior motives and power dynamics.
Some even speculated that Yi Shanshan and Ying Yuan’s closeness was because My Lady didn’t want to write her own papers and had found a homework helper.
Yi Shanshan: “……”
Ying Yuan: “……”
Every word felt like a personal insult to both of them.
Furious, Yi Shanshan grabbed Ying Yuan and planted a kiss on her lips right at the classroom door after class.
Surrounding students: “Ooh~”
Forum: “What’s wrong with girlfriends kissing? I kiss my girlfriend all the time too.”
Yi Shanshan: “……”
Yi Shanshan gripped Ying Yuan’s arm, seething.
“We can’t exactly line them up under our bed and make them watch, can we?!”
Ying Yuan: “Definitely not.”
She stroked Yi Shanshan’s back. “Calm down, Babe. Calm down.”
Yi Shanshan logged into her verified forum account under her real name and replied directly:
Yes, we are girlfriends. We love each other very much.
The next instant, the post was blocked, citing violations of personal privacy.
Yi Shanshan: “Wait, what the—”
Yi Shanshan: “Why didn’t they delete the photos of me? Why didn’t they delete all the gossip about me? So my privacy isn’t actually mine, huh? And my own words don’t even count, huh?”
Ying Yuan frowned. “The forum admins have always been uptight. I’ll check it out from the studio later.”
Before she could investigate, Yi Shanshan’s phone rang—a call from their Counselor.
The Counselor asked Yi Shanshan to come to her office. Yi Shanshan glanced at Ying Yuan and agreed.
The call ended.
“It’s definitely about this,” Yi Shanshan said.
“I’m coming with you,” Ying Yuan said, taking Yi Shanshan’s hand.
They arrived at the administration building and walked to the Counselor’s office.
Several teachers were in the office, the door was wide open. Yi Shanshan’s Counselor, impeccably styled and fashionably dressed, was sipping floral tea.
When she looked up and saw them, her gaze flickered to their clasped hands. She set down her teacup and stood up, abandoning her seat. She walked out to greet them.
Frowning, she addressed them in a gentle but reproving tone: “Why did you bring someone else? Shanshan, you’re really bold. Do you honestly think our school supports LGBTQ?”
Yi Shanshan retorted, “Teacher, more than half the students in our college are LGBTQ. It’s harder to find a heterosexual here, isn’t it?”
The Counselor fell silent.
The Counselor tugged at Yi Shanshan’s sleeve, pulling her into the empty corridor beside the office.
“Do you think you’re the same as everyone else? Don’t you know how highly Ms. Zheng values you? She just told me that with you in this year’s Folk Song Competition, there’s nothing to worry about. Have you been so busy having fun that you’ve forgotten about your studies?”
Yi Shanshan’s expression remained indifferent, while Ying Yuan was the one who looked genuinely surprised.
Until this moment, Ying Yuan had never imagined a counselor speaking so frankly with a student, nor had she truly grasped how many precious opportunities Yi Shanshan had sacrificed for this relationship.
“The Folk Song Competition doesn’t discriminate based on sexual orientation, Counselor,” Yi Shanshan retorted, her voice rising with anger. “And I’m not just ‘playing around’; I’m in a serious relationship. Why won’t anyone believe me? Everyone else can date—why can’t I?”
“Enough,” the Counselor interrupted, glancing at Ying Yuan dismissively. Taking a step closer, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “You can keep your relationship quiet, but don’t flaunt it publicly. It’s making things awkward for everyone.”
Yi Shanshan: “So you personally censored the post?”
Counselor: “Yes. That kind of news can’t spread. We need to protect your public image.”
Yi Shanshan laughed, a scornful scoff escaping her lips.
The counselor clearly didn’t want to face them either. Having said her piece, she took a step back, eager to return to her herbal tea.
Before leaving, she glanced again at their clasped hands. “You’re young,” she said, “play however you like. Just don’t let it interfere with what’s important.”
Yi Shanshan: “……”
Ying Yuan: “……”
The corridor fell silent and empty. A cool breeze drifted in through the window. Yi Shanshan tightened her grip on Ying Yuan’s hand. “Ying Yuan, do you feel it?”
Ying Yuan’s mind was in turmoil, yet she seemed to understand what Yi Shanshan meant.
Yi Shanshan led her out of the office building and into the bright sunlight.
The sweltering summer had finally passed. The lush green foliage was beginning to turn golden-brown as autumn arrived.
A season of both harvest and decay.
“It’s like a lump of mud,” Yi Shanshan said. “You can’t sink into it, nor can you escape. Everything around you is tainted.”
“In their web of self-interest, I’m just a character, a role they need me to play. They care about these manufactured images, not about me as a person.”
“Ying Yuan, I told you long ago not to worry too much.”
“In our circle of second-generation elites, it doesn’t matter if a young master or princess is dating a man or a woman, or juggling three, four, or even five relationships at once.”
“Because it’s only temporary. They’ll play their fill and always come back.”
“My dad and brother… they’ve known all along, Ying Yuan. They agreed willingly.”
“But they didn’t care. They didn’t believe I’d actually leave, didn’t believe it would last.”
“Maybe… no one believes me.” Yi Shanshan looked up at Ying Yuan, a cold glint in her slender, fox-like eyes. “Not even you, Ying Yuan.”
Ying Yuan’s heart trembled.
Yet Yi Shanshan didn’t release her hand; instead, she gripped it tighter.
“Then let’s wait and see.”
The Little Fox gritted her teeth, her voice fierce.
Author’s Note:
Don’t worry, our Little Fox and Capybara can handle anything! ❤️ This story is nearing its conclusion, but Great Author Liang Pi Ya’s new work has already begun! I highly recommend How to Raise a Madly Beautiful Serpent Demon! A cool and aloof Senior Sister x a madly beautiful true serpent demon, dual yuri protagonists, incredibly thrilling! You all have new delicious meals to devour! 🌸
Synopsis:
Ji Qingwu transmigrated into a dark, female-lead novel and became the villainous supporting character.
The female lead, Zhu Jiuyin, was a serpent demon captured by Ji Qingwu and imprisoned in the Myriad Demon Tower, where she suffered endless torment. After escaping, Zhu Jiuyin slaughtered the entire Jade Clarity Sect, then imprisoned and tortured Ji Qingwu for centuries until the latter finally died, her essence extinguished. Zhu Jiuyin ultimately became a Demon God.
Ji Qingwu: Oh ho! Protecting wildlife starts with me!
When Ji Qingwu first encountered the serpent demon, it lay deep in a pit, its body covered in wounds, curled into a small, luminous white ball. Its bloodshot eyes glared at her with bone-deep venom.
As Ji Qingwu reached out to touch it, the demon ferociously bit through her palm, drawing gushing blood.
Yet that very night, the serpent demon was overcome by a love toxin. Amidst rippling water, it entwined desperately with Ji Qingwu…
From then on, Ji Qingwu meticulously cared for the serpent, feeding it spiritual fruits and elixirs, bandaging its wounds, and taking it on excursions to clear its mind.
Yet the serpent demon Zhu Jiuyin seized every opportunity—biting, coiling, lunging, or pouncing—always seeking to kill her.
One day, when Ji Qingwu returned from an outing, she saw a vaguely humanoid figure lying coiled on the bed, its jade-white, naked feet entangled in a light gauze.
A rare thunderstorm raged outside the window. The woman, her long silver-white hair cascading down her back, raised her slender neck from the couch and smiled seductively at Ji Qingwu.
“Come here, human… I want to bite you, right now.”
One fateful day, Zhu Jiuyin’s treachery was exposed. The Sect hunted her relentlessly, cornering her at the edge of a cliff.
Ji Qingwu, her cold figure standing at the vanguard, spoke with unwavering resolve, her gaze steady as she thundered:
“Demon! Prepare to meet your end!”
Zhu Jiuyin stared at the face that had haunted her days and nights. With a chilling laugh, she deliberately plunged into the Myriad Demon Tower, leaving only a single, venomous remark:
“So, you were always… a liar.”
That very night, Ji Qingwu suddenly descended into madness, seizing the Master Sect’s supreme treasure—the Myriad Demon Tower—and fleeing beyond the Infinite Heavens to the Mortal Realm.
Her divine powers severely restricted in the Mortal Realm, Ji Qingwu fell victim to a treacherous plot and was forced into an arranged marriage.
On her wedding night, an ominous black miasma suddenly erupted from the bridal chamber. A colossal serpent’s shadow enveloped the entire city. The serpent demon had reappeared, its Demon God power shaking the Three Realms!
Slender, alabaster fingers lifted Ji Qingwu’s crimson bridal veil. Zhu Jiuyin’s blood-red eyes once again locked onto hers, their gaze piercing deep into her soul.
“You can only marry me,” she hissed.
“We will hate each other, kill each other, deceive each other, and entangle each other… until we die together.”