Song Nanyin felt mortified. Only now did she realize that when it came to self-control, she had no capital to be proud of. Look at her: after just a few licks like that, she had already eagerly cast aside her armor and surrendered…

Song Nanyin kept her eyes closed, not daring to see what expression that damn woman Liu Zhaoran wore. In the silent air, a light laugh came from above; she didn’t have to guess who it came from.

“What are you laughing at?” Song Nanyin kept her eyes shut, her face turned to the side, unwilling to face her, yet she still asked with forced toughness. Liu Zhaoran watched her with unhurried composure, her gaze falling on the reddened corners of Song Nanyin’s eyes.

The Little Lion trying so hard to look calm was adorable. She was always so contrary in her words; she really did need help being more honest.

“Because I’m very happy that Team Leader Song said the truth I wanted to hear, so I can touch Team Leader Song now, right?” Liu Zhaoran asked deliberately, her hands roaming in different directions.

One went up to stroke Song Nanyin’s swollen, protruding nipple, and the other went down, arriving at that wet hidden valley.

Liu Zhaoran’s knowledge of female Alphas wasn’t deep. All she had was what she’d learned in school health class. But she had been a minor back then, so of course the school wouldn’t have taught anything too adult.

Now that she had the chance to touch an Alpha and claim her, Liu Zhaoran wasn’t going to let it pass.

Because of the newly grown little part, her genitals had shrunk a little, seeming regressed yet not fully regressed. And because Song Nanyin was so out of the ordinary, Liu Zhaoran couldn’t judge her by the standard of an ordinary female Alpha.

It was precisely for that reason that she found Song Nanyin even more interesting, and even more worth studying.

That place was warm and eager; when her fingers drew near, it clung on with plump softness. Liu Zhaoran had touched her own before, but she always felt that Song Nanyin’s place seemed better to the touch.

Tentatively, she pressed her fingers against the opening, and the soft flesh around it instantly wrapped around her in slick wetness, sucking and kissing, unwilling to let her go.

“Mmm… mmm…” Song Nanyin turned her head away, unable to hold back the sound in her throat. She was certain she hadn’t been moaning in bed, hadn’t let out any terribly shameful cries. But… the panting right now was her own voice, and it sounded so lewd…

Song Nanyin thought helplessly. She truly couldn’t understand how she could hold in all sound while masturbating, yet now had lost every latch. Turning it over in her mind, she pinned the blame for the sounds she was making on Liu Zhaoran.

If it weren’t for this Black-Hearted Lotus making such a request and touching her like that, she would never have made such shameless sounds. What’s more, when she masturbated, the rhythm, fast or slow, was controlled by her. Now, however, her body was beyond her command.

“Is Team Leader Song comfortable?” Just as Song Nanyin’s thoughts were running wild, Liu Zhaoran’s voice came again. As if she had long been used to how slyly wicked this woman was when alone with her, Song Nanyin knew without guessing that she was about to say something shameless again.

If only she had a pot in hand, Song Nanyin would unhesitatingly clap it onto Liu Zhaoran’s head.

Seeing that Song Nanyin kept her eyes closed and didn’t answer, Liu Zhaoran wasn’t annoyed. She drew back her right hand, bringing a little slick wetness, and gently spread it around Song Nanyin’s nipple. Touched by the clear fluid, the nipple glistened with a watery sheen.

It was luminous, like a glass marble placed in clear water. So light that it floated and sank in the water, the shattered glass blossoms within casting traces of petals beneath the ripples.

Very pleased with her masterpiece, Liu Zhaoran reached out with both hands, pinching the nipple, tugging and playing with it wantonly, while kneading Song Nanyin’s plump fullness with richly lustful squeezes.

Before this, Liu Zhaoran hadn’t had a very clear idea of what “big” meant, and a figure like Song Nanyin’s wasn’t something everyone had.

Her shoulders and waist were slim, her buttocks round and pert. Her breasts, for all their fullness, weren’t overly soft; instead, they were full of cottony spring. Squeezing them felt like a rubber ball inflated to 85 percent, neither too hard to press nor too soft and sagging.

Liu Zhaoran kneaded until she was hooked. She pinched the nipple and twisted it over and over, watching the blossom of breast bloom between her fingers. She heard the feedback Song Nanyin gave her: tormented, disordered gasps, and a moan lodged in her throat that seemed about to crack at any moment.

In her view, Song Nanyin should be someone who was very good at moaning in bed. Her voice was delicate and alluring, not quite practiced, tinged with a hint of greenness, in extreme contrast to the impression she gave.

“Team Leader Song, it feels very good, doesn’t it?” Liu Zhaoran asked again, only this time her voice was even softer. Pinching Song Nanyin’s swollen nipple, she murmured gently by her ear.

Like a call at your ear in a haze. Song Nanyin panted and nodded in a daze, which counted as an answer.

“Just having your nipple pinched feels this good?” The question seemed to be an inquiry, but it was more of an inducement. Her warm breath blew across the shell of Song Nanyin’s ear, into her eardrum, and she couldn’t help shrinking her shoulders.

Did it feel good? Of course it did. Or rather, Song Nanyin had never felt this good before.

She didn’t understand what was wrong with her. They were both women, and Liu Zhaoran’s hand was no different from her own. Yet when she touched her, it was as though her body had been wired to electricity; one touch and she couldn’t stop trembling.

Song Nanyin thought, if there were a mirror right now, reflecting her and Liu Zhaoran, she would be able to see how wanton she was at this moment, pressed down by this Black-Hearted Lotus, her breasts squeezed by her, and yet that very place felt so good it was maddening.

“Mmm… n-no… it’s not…” Even at a time like this, she still tried to quibble.

“It’s not? Then it must have been a long time since you’ve done it, right? When was the last time you masturbated?”

Liu Zhaoran didn’t argue; she simply followed along with Song Nanyin’s words. She led her on step by step, like a master hypnotist. Listening, Song Nanyin half-closed her eyes, her gaze unfocused.

“A few months… ago. Mmm… gentler.” Song Nanyin said, foggy-headed. She moved her hands, wanting to stop Liu Zhaoran from tormenting her nipple any more, but she forgot she didn’t have that freedom.

The nipple had been pinched red and swollen, tingling and numb. Precisely because it was swollen, it felt even more intense.

“How should I put it… I’ve always thought Team Leader Song was someone with lots of experience in that area. I never imagined you’d be this abstinent. You only masturbated a few months ago. No wonder you’re this sensitive.”

Liu Zhaoran kept playing with the nipple, then slid her hand down. She touched Song Nanyin’s taut lower abdomen, pressing and rubbing gently around her belly and pubic bone.

It was an extremely provocative caress, and Song Nanyin’s breathing grew even more disordered. Feeling her twist her waist, the little part standing pert in front swayed along with her.

So sensitive, Liu Zhaoran thought.

“You’re very wet. I’m going in.” Liu Zhaoran parted the opening with her fingers, meaning to push two inside. But no sooner had she tried to probe in than she sensed an unusual tightness within.

Liu Zhaoran was a little puzzled. She raised her head to look at Song Nanyin and saw her eyes tightly shut, both hands clenching the bedsheet. That was nervousness made visible, and it gave rise to a thought in Liu Zhaoran’s mind that even she found hard to believe.

She knew Song Nanyin had dated a boyfriend in college and her sexual orientation had always been perfectly normal. As Liu Zhaoran considered this, she probed tentatively deeper, and the woman beneath her immediately knit her brows, turning those wet eyes toward her.

The golden wisps at her forehead were damp, and her emerald eyes held a pool of water, like a clear, tranquil lake.

“Black-Hearted Lotus, you’re hurting me.” Her voice was sweetly petulant, turning her into a baby lion.

The look Liu Zhaoran gave Song Nanyin softened, and even the High-Rank Omega Pheromones in the air turned much more tender. She sat up, unlocked the handcuffs, and finally returned Song Nanyin her freedom.

Her wrists ached a little, and her shoulders had gone sore from holding the same position all along. Song Nanyin glanced at Liu Zhaoran and met her meaningful gaze, feeling a little ill at ease.

Especially since the other woman was still wearing her bathrobe… it made herself, stark naked, look rather wanton by comparison.

“What are you looking at me for?” Song Nanyin knitted her brows and asked, longing to raise her hand and block that gaze. Annoying. Why did she keep looking at her?

“I was just curious… is this Team Leader Song’s first time?” Liu Zhaoran toyed with her opening, probing in with a single finger.

A female Alpha’s vagina was narrower and shallower than an ordinary woman’s; it wrapped around her finger so tightly that she could barely move an inch. No wonder Song Nanyin had cried out in pain with two fingers a moment ago.

“None of your business. Just do what you’re doing.” Her secret discovered, Song Nanyin bristled. She glared indignantly at Liu Zhaoran, feeling as though she had become unsold goods in the other woman’s eyes.

What? It wasn’t that no one wanted her. She had simply disdained those others before.

“In that case, I should give Team Leader Song a perfect first experience all the more. Trust me, you’ll feel very good.” Liu Zhaoran lowered her eyes, her gaze sweeping over Song Nanyin’s evasive look.

She rose and took the finger cot she had prepared from her pocket, putting it on her hand. At the sight of her move, Song Nanyin was at once ashamed and annoyed. She knew it: this damn woman had come prepared. Look, she’d even prepared a finger cot.

Song Nanyin thought: she could move now. Should she push Liu Zhaoran away, escape, then quit her job outright and take a plane to run off? But… it probably didn’t have to come to that, did it?

Song Nanyin hesitated, yet there was a bit of anticipation and reluctance in her heart. To be sure, Liu Zhaoran was right. What had just happened felt genuinely good, and Liu Zhaoran’s hands and lips brought a delight far stronger than she had imagined.

But… was she really going to make love with this woman? Song Nanyin was torn, and Liu Zhaoran seemed to see her entanglement, letting out a light laugh.

“I don’t like forcing people. After all, what happened between us can be considered settled. But… does Team Leader Song really not want to try? It will feel very good. You were quite entranced just now too, weren’t you?”

Liu Zhaoran had already put on the finger cot. She didn’t use her middle finger; with her smooth index finger, she lightly tapped the tip of the little part. That place had never been touched before, and now it was scalding and hard.

Song Nanyin tipped her head back, letting out an unbearable gasp. She still wanted to say something, but Liu Zhaoran lowered her head and licked below her navel.

“Team Leader Song can understand what I’m doing now as service. We’re both women, so what does this kind of thing matter, right? I pleasure you, and you’re the one who gets the pleasure. It’s no different from a massage, only more intimate and more comfortable.”

Liu Zhaoran spoke with unassailable conviction, and as Song Nanyin listened, her gaze grew hazy again. Right… she would just treat Liu Zhaoran as a little maid she could order about freely. It was Liu Zhaoran who was pleasuring her, serving her. This definitely wasn’t making love…

With that thought, Song Nanyin immediately found herself a way out. Eyes closed, she clutched the bedsheet with both hands, looking nervous and expectant. Watching her, Liu Zhaoran found it amusing, yet her eyes softened a little more.

A Little Lion this easy to fool deserved to be given pleasure, or else her reputation would be ruined.

Liu Zhaoran propped herself up and sent the cotted finger inside. It was narrow and shallow, reaching the deepest spot in a single stroke.

“Ah… Black-Hearted Lotus… slower…” Song Nanyin curled her toes in torment, kicking the bedsheet and quilt into a mess. Hearing her soft calls, Liu Zhaoran kissed the corner of her lips.

“At a time like this, Team Leader Song can change how she addresses me. Calling me by my name directly might be more romantic.”