My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 68
Chapter 68
Ying Yuan’s throat tightened, heat and thirst flooding her body.
Warm, amber light spilled from the bathroom, bathing Yi Shanshan’s back in a tender, intimate glow.
How could she not have such thoughts? She’s only human.
She felt hunger, thirst, and impulsive desires. She longed, swallowed poison-laced candied fruit, tasted bitterness in sweetness, and found sweetness in bitterness.
She simply lacked the courage to act.
But since Yi Shanshan had asked, she would.
“Alright,” Ying Yuan said.
She reached out and wrapped her arm around Yi Shanshan’s waist, the fabric rustling softly.
Yi Shanshan’s waist… so slender and delicate, barely filling a hand. Ying Yuan could encircle it with one arm and pull her completely into her embrace.
Their bodies collided firmly, finally transforming the intangible distance between them into solid comfort.
Yi Shanshan let out a soft, muffled groan, the sound tickling the tip of Ying Yuan’s heart like a feather.
Ying Yuan hadn’t forgotten the two guests nearby.
Nothing separated them. A mere two steps forward, a quick peek around the corner, and they could witness the scene unfolding before them.
Yet it was precisely because of their presence that this scene was happening at all.
Fueled by irrational jealousy, they were indulging in equally irrational acts of punishment.
Ying Yuan continued her punishment with due intensity, determined to keep their secret.
Her other hand cradled Yi Shanshan’s nape, gripping firmly as she pressed Yi Shanshan’s head against her body.
“No noise,” Ying Yuan commanded, her lips brushing against Yi Shanshan’s hair as she ordered near her ear, “Not a sound.”
“Mmm…” All of Yi Shanshan’s words could only escape as a soft whimper.
She had so much she wanted to say, so many questions she wanted to ask, and even a few requests she wanted to make. But Ying Yuan had issued a ban, so she could only press her lips together, bury her face in the familiar and coveted skin, and breathe deeply.
The humid warmth was like the wisps of smoke from a flame that hadn’t fully burned.
Yi Shanshan leaned her full weight against Ying Yuan, forcing her to exert more strength to keep them both upright.
She even gently rubbed the back of her neck against Ying Yuan’s palm, hoping Ying Yuan would understand how much she enjoyed the pressure and wanted more.
The flush that had started on Ying Yuan’s earlobes had already spread across her cheeks.
She was relieved that their tight embrace hid her face from Yi Shanshan’s view. She hadn’t expected Yi Shanshan to be so obedient—she gave an order, and Yi Shanshan followed without hesitation.
At that moment, Yi Shanshan seemed to have truly transformed into a soft, vulnerable creature belonging solely to Ying Yuan.
Ying Yuan, ever attuned to this creature’s emotions and needs, tightened her embrace, drawing Yi Shanshan closer for greater comfort. Instinctively, she began kneading Yi Shanshan’s nape with her thumb, gently easing the stiffness in her muscles.
“Mmm~” Yi Shanshan murmured softly.
Ying Yuan’s skin felt the opening and closing of her mouth, her lips, even the tips of her teeth…
An uncontrollable tidal wave of electricity surged through Ying Yuan’s lower abdomen. The bright overhead lights offered no refuge in the secret safety of darkness.
Ying Yuan closed her eyes briefly, but she couldn’t keep them shut forever.
Yi Shanshan had abandoned all restraint, recklessly disregarding boundaries, leaving Ying Yuan to desperately maintain their precarious balance.
Was this a punishment for Yi Shanshan?
Or for herself?
Each second stretched unbearably, each moment felt like teetering on the edge of a cliff.
Suddenly, a thunderous knock echoed through the house, exploding like a bombshell in Ying Yuan’s senses.
Movement erupted in the living room as someone stood up and walked over. “Ying Yuan, is that the delivery?”
Ying Yuan flinched violently and pushed Yi Shanshan away.
Yi Shanshan suddenly pulled away from the warm body, her expression dazed, her thoughts scattered.
The hair at the nape of her neck, tousled from Ying Yuan’s caresses, now lay in disarray.
Ying Yuan stepped forward, past Yi Shanshan, and continued walking. She blocked Mao Mao’s line of sight and answered her question, “It should be. I’ll get it.”
Her voice was dry and hoarse, as if she had a cold.
Yi Shanshan remained frozen in place. Mao Mao, spotting her silhouette, called out, “Shanshan, haven’t you showered yet? The food’s here. Why don’t you eat first and shower later?”
Yi Shanshan stared blankly. After a long moment, by the time Ying Yuan had already brought the takeout inside, she finally lifted her gaze and murmured softly, “I still want to shower first…”
Ying Yuan felt she understood Yi Shanshan; she, too, wanted to take a shower right now.
But the next instant, she chided herself for presuming to understand Yi Shanshan. Yi Shanshan was different from her; she wouldn’t feel this itching restlessness, this bodily weakness that Ying Yuan was experiencing.
Clearing her throat subtly, Ying Yuan asked, “Shanshan, is there anything you particularly want to eat? I’ll save some for you.”
Yi Shanshan looked at her. “I’m not hungry…”
Their eyes met, and Ying Yuan’s heart began to tremble. “Then… shall I make you a bowl of noodles?”
Yi Shanshan suddenly smiled. “Maybe next time,” she said. “I need to watch my weight lately.”
“Alright,” Ying Yuan agreed.
She could make something for Yi Shanshan anytime.
They would have many, many, many more opportunities.
Yi Shanshan finally went into the bathroom, and Ying Yuan, Mao Mao, and Xiaohan gathered in the dining room for a late-night snack.
Yi Shanshan had bought foods that everyone generally liked, and Mao Mao and Xiaohan ate with gusto.
The two girls chatted softly as they ate.
Ying Yuan would occasionally interject a word or two, taking a bite of food here and there. She appeared to be sitting quietly, but her mind had already drifted far away.
It drifted toward the bathroom, listening to the faint sounds of running water.
Yi Shanshan has been working so hard lately, she thought. Could even taking a shower be exhausting for her now?
When she comes out later, she might not want to eat, but she should definitely drink something sweet.
The sound of water stopped, and Ying Yuan was the first to notice.
After that, every sound from the bathroom seemed amplified, playing out vividly in Ying Yuan’s mind.
As Yi Shanshan pushed open the bathroom door, Ying Yuan’s gaze snapped toward her instantly.
Their eyes met briefly. Yi Shanshan, clad in a long, loose nightgown, lifted her hand to tie a dry hair wrap. As her arm rose, the sleeve slid down along the curve of her arm, pooling around her shoulder like a rolling wave of fabric.
Her delicate, pale arm only accentuated the gown’s looseness, making her seem even more petite, as if she were adrift within its folds.
A kitten under a blanket, Ying Yuan thought, the absurd phrase popping into her head.
Then she abruptly snapped out of her reverie, realizing how rude it was to stare so openly.
Ying Yuan averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing.
Mao Mao and Xiaohan spotted Yi Shanshan and called out:
“Shanshan, Shanshan! Come over here!”
“This duck’s foot is so good! Mostly cartilage, you should try it!”
“Yuan’er said you like this drink. Must be thirsty after your bath? Have a sip!”
“But if you’re too tired, don’t worry about us! Just go to bed! We’ll be really, really quiet and won’t disturb you…”
Yi Shanshan finished tying her pink hair wrap and walked over with a smile.
“I’m not that tired yet. It’s not even bedtime yet.”
She walked over to the dining table and naturally sat down next to Ying Yuan.
Leaning slightly, her shoulder brushed against Ying Yuan’s arm.
This fleeting touch felt like a whispered secret in a crowded room.
Ying Yuan’s mind momentarily froze. The thirst she had barely managed to quell began to creep back, tendrils of longing wrapping around her heart.
Yi Shanshan, however, seemed completely oblivious. She didn’t even glance at Ying Yuan as she spoke to Mao Mao and Xiaohan across the table:
“You guys are so lucky! You’re done with exams tomorrow. I still have a few more days—it’s ridiculous! Our college scheduled our exams so late.
“So I should probably study a bit after dinner too… sigh… suffer with you guys.”
Mao Mao and Xiaohan wailed in unison, as if they wanted to bury their heads and cry.
Yi Shanshan: “Didn’t I tell you to bring your pajamas? Change after dinner and get comfortable.”
Mao Mao: “We brought them, but we felt awkward changing without you. Now that you’re out of the shower, we feel a bit self-conscious being dressed like this.”
Yi Shanshan chuckled, suddenly spreading her arms wide to show them. “Don’t be so formal! I don’t consider you outsiders at all. Look—my pajamas don’t have bra pads. I’m going commando under here.”
Ying Yuan: “!!!!”
When someone is shocked, they can’t control their eyes.
Yi Shanshan’s sudden, intimate revelation, coupled with her brazen display, drew the gazes of the three women at the table like magnets.
Hmm… the pajamas were loose, obscuring her figure.
But after her deliberate prompt, even the slightest hint of a curve could spark the imagination.
Like a tiny parrot peeking its head out from beneath her robe.
Ying Yuan’s face flushed crimson, as if she’d been steamed with boiling water, heat visibly radiating from her skin.
She raised her hands to cover her face, turning her head away, too mortified to look.
Mao Mao and Xiaohan, however, were much more composed. They stared at Yi Shanshan, exclaiming repeatedly in admiration.
“Wow!!!”
“Shanshan, you really don’t see us as outsiders!”
“It’s not about wearing a bra or not—it’s just that you’re so effortlessly cool about it.”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry! Our pajamas don’t have padding either. We’re all girls here—who would wear padded pajamas anyway? They’re so uncomfortable!”
“We’ll change right away! Right away!”
“Just like being in the dorms—like one big, loving family! Hahahahahahaha!”
As they spoke, they were already sliding off their chairs.
Before leaving, they called out to Ying Yuan: “Yuan’er, come with us!”
Ying Yuan, still twisting her head, switched from covering her face with both hands to using just one. “I’ll decide later, before bed. You guys can change in the guest bedroom or the walk-in closet…”
She trailed off, realizing she’d gotten ahead of herself. She was so anxious to prevent them from changing in front of her and Yi Shanshan that she’d started giving orders without asking permission from the host.
Her fingers shifted slightly, and she peered through the gaps at Yi Shanshan. “Shanshan, is that okay?”
Yi Shanshan turned to look at her. “Of course! The guest bedroom is yours anyway, and you’re welcome to explore the walk-in closet.”
Mao Mao and Xiaohan yelped with excitement and ran off, “We’re going to explore My Lady’s wardrobe!”
Yi Shanshan let them go.
Leaning back in her chair, she rested her arm casually on the backrest and watched Ying Yuan with an amused smile, her expression conveying leisurely curiosity.
“Getting shy?” she asked softly, her voice gentle.
It wouldn’t normally have affected Ying Yuan this way.
If this small scene had played out elsewhere, or with someone else, Ying Yuan would have averted her gaze for a few awkward seconds before quickly regaining her composure.
But today was different.
Yi Shanshan had just emerged from her bath, her skin radiating a lazy, intoxicating fragrance as she leaned casually against Ying Yuan’s shoulder.
They had just shared a secret embrace, an embrace that melted their bodies into water, water shimmering with crackling electric sparks. The mere thought of Yi Shanshan’s soft murmur against her chest made Ying Yuan’s ears burn.
She was already hot.
She was already flustered.
She dared not focus on any detail of Yi Shanshan’s appearance, yet she couldn’t stop her eyes from gravitating to every minute detail.
At that precise moment, Yi Shanshan suddenly urged everyone to admire her chest.
This caught Ying Yuan completely off guard, hammering a fantastical vision into her mind.
How could Ying Yuan possibly remain calm?
How could she not feel embarrassed?
Yet she desperately didn’t want to admit it.
It felt so shameful, so bizarre, so humiliating.
She’d carelessly fallen into the fox’s trap again, and now she was being scrutinized under that piercing, interrogative gaze.
Ying Yuan’s face burned like fire; she couldn’t lower her hands from covering it.
“Leave me alone,” Ying Yuan snapped, twisting her head away. Abandoning any pretense of justification, she retorted petulantly, “Go play with your own toys.”
“Aiya~”
Seeing Ying Yuan’s reaction only fueled Yi Shanshan’s excitement.
Her fingers, which had been resting on the back of the chair, drifted down to Ying Yuan’s back, gently poking her. “We’re all girls here, what’s there to be embarrassed about? I have what you have too~”
As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Ying Yuan, fixating on the familiar body she had just embraced.
Ying Yuan’s summer wardrobe was simple: mostly short-sleeved shirts paired with long pants.
Today’s short-sleeved shirt was fitted, hugging her curves in soft, gray cotton as muted as a milky coffee.
Its elegant, clean lines curved and dipped with a graceful rhythm.
Yi Shanshan blinked, momentarily lost in thought.
As always, she blurted out whatever came to mind.
“Ying Yuan, actually, I like your bust shape better.
“Not too big, but not so small they’re invisible either.
“You can hide them under loose clothes for a cool look, or wear something tight and…”
Yi Shanshan struggled to find the right word, frowning in frustration.
Ying Yuan couldn’t bear to listen any longer.
She raised a hand, precisely landing on Yi Shanshan’s face to cover her mouth, trying to lighten the awkwardness with humor.
“Little mouth, shut up.”
Yi Shanshan’s little mouth refused to stay closed.
Her lips pressed against Ying Yuan’s palm—soft, warm, and slightly damp.
Then, the entire warmth of her breath flooded into Ying Yuan’s hand.
“Ying Yuan! You’re burning up!” Yi Shanshan exclaimed, her eyes wide. “You’re going to turn into a boiled lobster!”
Even as she spoke, her gaze lingered on every minute detail of Ying Yuan’s body. “You have a callus on the side of your finger,” she noted. “It’s pricking my skin.”
Ying Yuan jerked her hand back with lightning speed, but Yi Shanshan had already anticipated her move.
The moment Ying Yuan’s fingers left her grasp, Yi Shanshan caught them in her palm.
Her soft palm, those delicate fingertips as tender as scallion whites, cradled Ying Yuan’s middle finger, stroking it repeatedly.
“How did I never notice this before? I’ve held your hand so many times!” Yi Shanshan’s eyes sparkled as she lowered her gaze, focusing intently. “These calluses… they’re from writing, aren’t they? They’re a bit rough, but they feel so good to touch…”