My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 120
Chapter 120
Deep into the night, there was no stillness.
Dim starlight flickered outside the window, while within the room, brilliant, shifting light played across the walls.
Ying Yuan’s body felt as hot as melting cream, soft and pliant. Her gaze was fixed solely on the triumphant Yi Shanshan. Fine sweat soaked her hair, clinging to her cheeks—itchy, yet she couldn’t lift a hand to touch it.
Yi Shanshan certainly had many questions. She asked her:
“Ying Yuan, is it too heavy?”
“Ying Yuan, does it hurt?”
“Ying Yuan, should I use a little more force?”
“Ying Yuan, is this position comfortable?”
“Ying Yuan, is it right here?”
“Ying Yuan, want a kiss?”
“Ying Yuan, why is your heart racing so fast?”
“So, Ying Yuan, should I go faster?”
“Ying Yuan, why aren’t you making any noise?”
Ying Yuan’s mouth hung open, panting for breath. The air felt thin, and her throat seemed constricted, unable to form words, only releasing muffled groans.
“Such a lovely sound, Ying Yuan,” Yi Shanshan murmured, leaning in to gaze at her.
The Little Fox Officer, with her wicked heart and arbitrary punishments, was already drenched in sweat. Her long hair cascaded down, swaying in Ying Yuan’s field of vision. Her cheeks glowed with a pearly radiance, and Ying Yuan’s handcuffed fingers curled inward, aching to brush against that soft skin.
“Hum a few more times,” Yi Shanshan commanded, leaning so close their lips nearly touched.
Ying Yuan, desperate for water, tried to rise, but Yi Shanshan’s riding crop pressed against her shoulder, easily knocking her back down.
“Being disobedient, huh? You want a reward without fulfilling your task.”
Ying Yuan’s lips moved soundlessly. Yi Shanshan froze, her beautiful fox eyes fixed on her, so close yet utterly inaccessible.
“I… can’t,” Ying Yuan finally managed to choke out, her voice fragmented.
“Oh, really~? Such an honest little Babe,” Yi Shanshan purred, bending closer to Ying Yuan’s ear. “If you can’t, you can learn. Listen closely, mmm~~”
That final sound, squeezed from her throat, was both tender and seductive. It was a tone Ying Yuan knew all too well. The moment that familiar cadence brushed her senses, memories surged forth, overlapping and churning within her.
When Yi Shanshan had just started… when Yi Shanshan couldn’t hold back any longer… when Yi Shanshan was about to climax…
Ying Yuan’s ears burned crimson, the color spreading downward. She had to admit that this entire scene was indeed Yi Shanshan’s unilateral manipulation, a suppression of her own desires offered as a gift to Yi Shanshan.
“Babe, try it.”
Yi Shanshan continued her torment and seduction, gently nipping Ying Yuan’s earlobe.
Then, the movements that had paused abruptly surged forward with renewed intensity.
“Mmm…” Ying Yuan finally let out a sound—entirely forced by the forceful thrusts.
Yi Shanshan resumed her gentle interrogation, calling Ying Yuan by her full name, as if branding her entirely with this perverse seduction, this absurd mark.
“Ying Yuan, doesn’t it feel better with sound? Hearing yourself makes it even more intense…”
“Ying Yuan, does the pain actually feel good? Are you frowning because you hate it? Or because you’re trying to endure?”
“Ying Yuan, which do you prefer: hands or mouth?”
“Ying Yuan… why haven’t you come yet? Am I not doing it right?”
Ying Yuan’s heart skipped a beat.
She and Yi Shanshan really were different.
Yi Shanshan could reach her peak quickly, take a short break, and then come again, which brought Ying Yuan’s nighttime life endless pleasure.
But Ying Yuan wasn’t so easily satisfied. Without even trying to hold back, she could stretch the moment out indefinitely, savoring the entire process, whether simmering gently or burning intensely.
They were like a sprinter’s explosive power versus a marathon runner’s endurance, each with their own unique strengths and advantages.
This worked perfectly for their usual dynamic, but now that the roles were reversed… it was becoming a little unbearable.
“No, you’re doing great…” Ying Yuan said, her voice raspy as if rubbed raw against coarse sandpaper.
Ignoring the pressure Yi Shanshan was exerting, Ying Yuan said gently, “Are you tired? Rest a while.”
“No! I’m not tired!” This struck a nerve with Yi Shanshan, who retorted immediately, “I’m not tired at all!”
From then on, Yi Shanshan’s actions became increasingly frantic, throwing in everything she could think of, all in an attempt to make Ying Yuan lose control.
This chaotic approach wasn’t entirely ineffective.
Ying Yuan’s heart felt like it was on a rollercoaster, surging up, suddenly stalling, then plummeting down.
Yet, at such moments, her body resisted even more fiercely, as if locked in a fierce struggle to determine a winner.
“Shanshan, Shanshan…” Ying Yuan called out her name.
“What is it?!” Yi Shanshan, clearly a bit frustrated, kept her hands moving while glancing up, her eyes red, whether from exertion or annoyance, Ying Yuan couldn’t tell.
“You’re really amazing, and I… I really like it too,” Ying Yuan said, her cheeks flushing. “I really enjoy it… It’s just that our bodies are different…”
The words like and enjoy swiftly soothed Yi Shanshan.
Her movements slowed as she leaned closer to Ying Yuan, asking earnestly, “Is it just that I haven’t quite found the right spot yet? Is that why you don’t feel it properly?”
Ying Yuan: “No, you’ve found it perfectly. It’s just… I’m more difficult…”
Yi Shanshan: “You’re difficult for yourself too?”
Ying Yuan: “…”
The sudden question caught her off guard, leaving her unsure how to respond.
Yi Shanshan: “When we’re together, you seem to enjoy it too, right? Have you ever… secretly taken care of yourself afterward?”
Ying Yuan: “…No need.”
She gazed at the person before her, whom she found endlessly endearing. “If you’re satisfied, then… I’m satisfied too.”
Yi Shanshan: “That’s emotional, not physical.”
Ying Yuan: “It’s physical too…”
Ying Yuan struggled to describe the feeling. “I feel incredibly happy, like… water finally boiling over… like solving a difficult problem or climbing a mountain with a breathtaking view… the feeling of success. The endorphins I get are no less than yours…”
As Yi Shanshan listened to this description, it was like hearing someone describe an incredibly delicious fruit. Her mouth watered, but she couldn’t taste the flavor at all.
“I’ll work harder,” Yi Shanshan said. “I know I can.”
Ying Yuan: “Shanshan, you don’t have to. I’m already very…”
Yi Shanshan had already buried her face against Ying Yuan, as she always did—stubbornly determined to get what she wanted.
Ying Yuan took a deep breath. To make Yi Shanshan happy, she needed to try harder.
As she thought this, her body tensed, her mind no longer wandering. She focused all her attention inward, feeling every change within her body.
The moonlight climbed higher, and the waves surged.
Finally, Ying Yuan felt a tremor through her body and soul. She frowned, raising her manacled hands to shield her face.
Yi Shanshan collapsed onto Ying Yuan, panting heavily.
Scalded by the boiling water, she felt as if she were buried in a heatwave, her entire body drenched.
Staring at Ying Yuan, she seemed to grasp the joy of success Ying Yuan had spoken of.
She lunged forward, tearing away Ying Yuan’s shielding hands. She wouldn’t allow her triumph to be hidden.
Hard-earned and precious, she intended to savor every moment.
Ying Yuan’s eyes remained tightly shut, her lashes trembling slightly.
An unnatural flush stained her cheeks, yet her lips were pale, as if all her blood had drained elsewhere, neglecting her long-unused lips.
Yi Shanshan watched quietly, her throat parched.
She wanted to kiss Ying Yuan, but she felt that a kiss wouldn’t be enough.
“Ying Yuan…” she murmured, her voice a soft accusation. “You lied to me.”
“This isn’t enough…”
Ying Yuan’s heart still trembled as she opened her eyes to meet Yi Shanshan’s gaze.
Her girlfriend, her eyes wide and innocent like a fawn’s, lips barely touching, whispered, “It’s never enough for me…”
Ying Yuan smiled silently.
People’s bodies are truly different, she thought.
Some always crave more, while others always want to give.
“I know, Babe… I know,” Ying Yuan murmured.
She shook her wrist. “Untie me. I’ll take care of the rest…”
Yi Shanshan blinked, unmoving.
Ying Yuan hummed softly. “Hm?”
Yi Shanshan replied calmly, though with an air of defiant righteousness, “I forgot where the key is.”
Ying Yuan laughed genuinely this time, coaxing her darling, “Then get up for a moment. I’ll find the key myself.”
“Can you still walk?” Yi Shanshan asked.
Ying Yuan tried moving her legs. Although the earlier struggle had been intense, it hadn’t been enough to completely rob her of control over her limbs.
“I can,” Ying Yuan replied.
Yi Shanshan frowned, her nose wrinkling in displeasure.
She had no intention of letting Ying Yuan get up to find the keys.
“No,” Yi Shanshan insisted. “Stay like this.”
Ying Yuan’s fingertips curled helplessly. Bound by the handcuffs, her range of movement was severely restricted.
Based on past experience, Yi Shanshan preferred stimulation and comfort from all angles. In their current position, Ying Yuan found it difficult to fully satisfy her.
Moreover, Yi Shanshan was pressing her down, refusing to let her rise. She couldn’t even shift her posture.
“Shanshan…” Ying Yuan called her name.
“Hmm?” Yi Shanshan blinked innocently, playing coy.
Ying Yuan’s gaze swept down from her eyes, slowly, deliberately, like sultry air caressing smooth skin.
Yi Shanshan’s throat bobbed. She was still wearing her full-length pajamas, with only the top two buttons of her collar undone.
The soft cotton fabric draped in gentle folds over the curves of her body. Ying Yuan knew what lay beneath those folds—the contours and textures she longed to touch.
“You don’t have to untie it,” Ying Yuan said, her heart pounding fiercely with each word. “Shanshan, move up a little more.”
Yi Shanshan hesitated before inching forward.
Warmth and softness pressed against her lower abdomen, rising and falling with each breath.
“Further,” Ying Yuan urged.
Yi Shanshan grew increasingly puzzled. “Won’t this… press too hard?”
“Not there. Further up.”
Yi Shanshan gazed at Ying Yuan’s face, understanding dawning.
In that instant of comprehension, a fresh wave of heat surged through her body, forcing her to part her lips and draw in a deep breath.
“Is this… what I think it is?” she asked, her eyes fixed on Ying Yuan’s.
Ying Yuan confirmed their shared understanding: “Yes, it is.”
Yi Shanshan felt a mix of shyness and apprehension. “Will it… make it hard for you to breathe?”
“That’s why we need to work together,” Ying Yuan replied.
Yi Shanshan fell silent.
The scenario began to unfold in her mind: how to lift herself up, how to brace her hands on the sofa arms to prevent falling. These scenarios unfolded rapidly in her imagination.
Surprisingly, she found the position… quite pleasing.
It wasn’t as if she’d lost control or was giving up this rare chance to tease Ying Yuan tonight.
“Good, creative,” Yi Shanshan praised Ying Yuan, stubbornly maintaining her persona. “I’ll make you happy.”
Ying Yuan curled her lips into a smile. “Thank you, Officer Yi.”
Yi Shanshan nodded in satisfaction, straightened up, and began to undress.
With each garment she removed, the changes in Ying Yuan’s expression brought her increasing pleasure.
Finally, they stood bare before each other.
Yi Shanshan moved forward until she could no longer see Ying Yuan’s face.
She leaned forward, bracing herself with her arms.
She sat down.
“Mmm…”
The sound came from Yi Shanshan.
Ying Yuan offered no verbal response. Instead, she replied with lips and tongue.
So good.
These two words filled Yi Shanshan’s mind, looping endlessly, layering and intensifying.
She closed her eyes, then couldn’t resist opening them again.
Her gaze drifted down to her own shadowy body, to her long hair cascading down, the tips dancing lightly.
The thought that she herself was the one who had brought them to this point.
The realization that every rise and fall, every sway and undulation, was entirely under her control.
It added another layer to the electric sensation coursing through her.
“Ah…”
Yi Shanshan bit her lip, a stifled groan escaping.