Song Nanyin had always felt that the word “romance” was an overly idealized kind of description, one that applied only to boys and girls who had not yet learned the ways of the world. And yet now, on an occasion like this, with romance brought up and tangled in the waves of desire, it had instead become something she could reach out and touch.

She half-closed her eyes and looked at Liu Zhaoran through the narrow slits. There the woman was, still neatly wrapped in her white bathrobe, and the contrast made her, who had been stripped entirely bare and penetrated, look somewhat wanton. She talked about romance with that mouth of hers, yet she was the one doing something so unfair. Song Nanyin was annoyed, so she raised her hand and yanked at Liu Zhaoran’s bathrobe, trying to tear away her coverings, to tear away her calm self-possession, all of it.

“What right do you have to still be wearing a bathrobe?” Song Nanyin asked between breaths. Liu Zhaoran had expected her to call out her name, but she never imagined that what came out of Song Nanyin’s mouth would be something so mood-destroying.

“Does Team Leader Song want to see my body too?” Liu Zhaoran asked with a smile. It wasn’t that she was unwilling to take it off; she simply wanted to tease Song Nanyin.

“Who wants to see you? Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve already taken everything off, so what right do you have to still be dressed? Is that what you call fair?” Song Nanyin said huffily, her hand still refusing to let go of Liu Zhaoran’s collar. Hearing how she demanded fairness in everything, Liu Zhaoran smiled. She didn’t dislike this stubbornness of hers.

“Fine, then. Why doesn’t Team Leader Song help me take it off? My fingers are still inside your body, so it’s not convenient.” Liu Zhaoran’s tone was a little smug, and even as she spoke, her fingers cooperatively hooked upward at the intimate spot. The spongy tissue inside her cavity was pressed and stirred, and Song Nanyin sucked in a sharp breath; even the hand gripping the collar trembled along with it.

“You… you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you.” The corners of Song Nanyin’s eyes were flushed with the red of seductive passion. In the throes of arousal, she was like a fiery maple leaf at the end of autumn, all her earlier greenness evaporated away, transformed into a fervent, dazzling crimson.

Liu Zhaoran watched the trail of sweat sliding down Song Nanyin’s temple and felt her throat go dry. She even began to wonder whether her own Heat Cycle had been drawn out by Song Nanyin’s pitifully faint pheromones; otherwise, why would she be so desperate to kiss?

If she could just kiss this Little Lion who knew nothing of romance, she wouldn’t be so thirsty anymore.

“If what Team Leader Song is asking about is the matter of making you feel good, then yes, I have been planning it for a long time, and I did it deliberately.” Liu Zhaoran laughed softly. Since the bathrobe still hadn’t come off, she simply lent Song Nanyin a hand. She squared her shoulders and, with her free hand, pulled the restraint from her body. Like her partner, she wore no underwear beneath. The two of them faced each other with nothing held back.

Liu Zhaoran’s body was beautiful, even exquisite. Song Nanyin had seen it long before and had even “tasted” it. There was a contradictory quality about her, a rule Song Nanyin had formulated after getting along with her.

In many people’s eyes, Liu Zhaoran was a presence like the White Moonlight. She was holy, ascetic, and elegant; white was the color that suited her best. When most people looked at her, the picture their minds conjured was a quiet corner of a café, a white shirt, and the traces of sunlight falling across the fabric through the blinds. Or the early mornings that came one after another, when the first beam of light had yet to slip into the room. On white sheets, a bare back, smooth and flawless, with a rumpled sheet draped over the waist.

Liu Zhaoran was far too deceptive. No one could ever imagine that beneath her appearance, beyond her temperament, in the very marrow of her bones, she was such a wicked, wanton, and deeply scheming black-hearted lotus.

Song Nanyin knew it was all premeditated; why else would there be finger cots in her bathrobe? Damn it, she was clever enough to make anyone angry.

“You… a perfectly fine person, and you just had to have a mouth.” Song Nanyin hummed softly, her body collapsing limply back onto the bed. Hearing this, Liu Zhaoran didn’t get angry. Instead, she laughed.

She leaned down, and at last their bodies could press together without a single gap. No bothersome bathrobe sash, no slightly rough cotton fabric. In the most primal and most comfortable state, they clung to each other.

“But if I didn’t have a mouth, how could I make Team Leader Song feel good? Having your nipple sucked feels wonderful, tongue kissing feels wonderful, and having my tongue lick you down there would feel wonderful too.” Liu Zhaoran’s words carried a pointed meaning. Song Nanyin knew what she was referring to, but she couldn’t be bothered to sort out a matching reply for each item at a time like this.

“Who wants to kiss you? You… mm!” Before Song Nanyin could finish, Liu Zhaoran had already used her mouth to stop that fierce mouth of hers. Their soft lips pressed together, eagerly attacking on all fronts, with the tip of her tongue as vanguard, the first to push deep into enemy camp.

Liu Zhaoran’s kissing technique was in fact not bad. Although this was Song Nanyin’s first kiss and she had nothing to compare it with, she could tell clearly from her own feelings. Liu Zhaoran’s breath was fragrant, and the scent of her body was all around. And her kiss was not only fragrant, but laced with a faint coolness of mint.

Soft lips ground against her own, the tip of a tongue flicking up again and again, playing wantonly inside her mouth. Along with the kiss came her moving fingers, slender knuckles sliding into her private place inch by inch, giving Song Nanyin a feeling both unfamiliar and familiar. It was so much more comfortable than when she did it herself.

Liu Zhaoran’s fingers were like nimble instruments, yet they possessed human intelligence and sensitivity. They pumped in and out of the narrow inner cavity one stroke at a time, now deep, now shallow, now fast, now slow.

To be sure, her angles were never limited to one. The pads of her fingers arched or sank, rotated or scraped sideways. She nearly bullied every bit of that narrow place of hers.

Song Nanyin had never experienced such fierce plundering. She whimpered, and now she actually felt a little grateful for the kiss. If Liu Zhaoran hadn’t been covering her mouth, she would probably have let out wanton moans she herself couldn’t even imagine.

“Ah… haa…” Suddenly, something slipped out in the silent room. Only belatedly did Song Nanyin realize it was her own moaning.

She pressed her lips together, a little unaccustomed, as if savoring the kiss that had left all too quickly. Song Nanyin opened her hazy eyes and met Liu Zhaoran’s gaze.

“Team Leader Song, is this how you usually masturbate too?” Liu Zhaoran asked. Hearing her bring this up again, Song Nanyin wasn’t all that embarrassed. The two of them were both adult women of twenty-eight; something like masturbation was perfectly normal.

“What?” Song Nanyin loosened her grip on the sheet slightly. Since Liu Zhaoran’s pace was slowing, she no longer needed somewhere to vent her pleasure.

“With your legs lying flat like this, Team Leader Song, I can’t reach deeper inside. Could you spread your legs a little more?” Liu Zhaoran asked with a smile, her tone as natural as if she were discussing business.

Song Nanyin was momentarily stumped. It was true. When she masturbated, she spread her legs very wide. After all, she was the only one there; she did whatever felt comfortable. But now, with Liu Zhaoran asking her to spread her legs wide open, she felt a little embarrassed.

“You… your fingers aren’t that long anyway. This is enough.” Song Nanyin muttered quietly, never expecting Liu Zhaoran to hear every word loud and clear.

She raised an eyebrow and simply did it herself, lifting one of Song Nanyin’s legs and propping it against her side. Naturally, the room to maneuver became much larger.

“For a question like that, if I answered that they were long, Team Leader Song would definitely think this Black-Hearted Lotus was bragging again. So my suggestion is to let Team Leader Song find out for herself.”

When she finished speaking, Liu Zhaoran fell silent. As if she were about to bury her head in some great undertaking, she pressed her cheek against Song Nanyin’s chest. She extended the tip of her tongue like a young serpent darting its forked tongue, sweeping lightly back and forth over the pebble before her. Only, what Liu Zhaoran was licking was a nipple that was soft and hard by turns.

“Black-Hearted Lotus… you… mm… mm ah…” Song Nanyin hadn’t expected Liu Zhaoran to stop kissing her, but the movements of her hand were even fiercer than before. With her legs spread wider, Song Nanyin could clearly feel that Liu Zhaoran’s strokes and force were faster and heavier.

The wet mucous membranes and fluids made crisp sounds under the squeezing and impact. Her private place bore the first blows and invasion. Song Nanyin didn’t know what Liu Zhaoran was touching inside her, and she would never have imagined that doing this kind of thing with another person could feel so intense and so good.

The soft, wet, alluring flesh within the passage revived under the grinding of her fingertips, throbbing with rapid pulses, then defeated by delight beneath the friction, sinking into a drunken daze. Like people who had drunk too much, they swayed this way and that, yet still strained with all their might to wrap around that finger bullying them, sucking it and refusing to let go.

“Team Leader Song is so tight inside, squeezing my fingers so hard I can barely move. Otherwise, I could go even faster.” Liu Zhaoran’s voice came from above, as if wrapped in a layer of mist, turning it wet and sultry.

Song Nanyin had no attention to spare for what she was saying. Instead, she keenly understood what the other woman had meant by “deeper” just now. Liu Zhaoran’s fingers thrust in again and again, every time insisting on reaching the very deepest spot. Her cervix was overwhelmed by the unfamiliar impact, and that subtle sensation, never felt before, nearly drove Song Nanyin mad.

So good… I want… I want to hold Liu Zhaoran, I want to moan.

“No… mm… slower, Liu Zhaoran… Liu Zhaoran.” Song Nanyin gripped the sheet tightly, pulling the already rumpled fabric into even more suggestive folds.

Liu Zhaoran took in Song Nanyin’s dazed, wanton appearance, and her heart stirred to a far from normal beat. And even more conspicuous than her heartbeat was her burning Scent Gland Opening. The most private place of an Omega had parted slightly, releasing the pheromones unique to this world in the heat of arousal.

A secret known only to herself, and one that only Song Nanyin, of all people, could smell. In this one-of-a-kind little world, the two of them shared the same secret.

Liu Zhaoran discovered that she very much liked watching Song Nanyin lose herself in passion. She quickened her hand. Because of the angle, her arm kept bumping into that upright little part. Because it had never been doted on, the little thing was swollen taut, its tip, in its endurance, turning from pink to red, looking extremely pitiful.

Under Liu Zhaoran’s movements, it was knocked back and forth. How to put it… it was a little funny, and a little in the way. Song Nanyin noticed as well. While feeling embarrassed, she cautiously reached out a hand to cover it, not wanting Liu Zhaoran to laugh at her.

“Is Team Leader Song masturbating?” Liu Zhaoran asked with a smile. At that, Song Nanyin’s body stiffened. Her face was flushed red, burning with the heat of being steeped in desire. Her eyes looked over, glazed and dazed, utterly unlike her usual high-and-mighty manner.

“No… mm… I… ah…” Song Nanyin didn’t want to talk about this with Liu Zhaoran, because at this moment she truly had no spare attention to respond. The impact below felt amazing. Her little hole was pierced through stroke after stroke, each one grinding the alluring flesh and ramming into her cervix.

This was the first time Song Nanyin had experienced such comfortable lovemaking. She couldn’t even open her eyes; she only wanted to close them and enjoy it properly. But, of course, Liu Zhaoran simply refused to let her have her way.

“But… doesn’t it feel uncomfortable down there for Team Leader Song too? You can touch it yourself. Once you come, you’ll feel better.” Liu Zhaoran coaxed her with patient guidance, also to confirm another suspicion in her heart. In her world, most Alphas held the dominant power, and this “authority” was also displayed to the fullest in bed. Even though their primary sex was female, quite a few female Alphas still did not want their Secondary Sex Organs touched, namely the labia and vagina. But Song Nanyin was different. Her body ought to be able to climax all at once.

Her body was at the critical point, yet Liu Zhaoran insisted on disturbing her. Song Nanyin wanted to cover her mouth, to make her serve her properly without saying anything unnecessary.

“No… don’t… I don’t know how.” Song Nanyin was muddle-headed. To be honest, ever since this thing had grown in, she had hardly touched it. She wouldn’t even look at it, let alone pleasure it.

“I didn’t expect Team Leader Song to be this obedient. Generally speaking, anyone who grows this thing would be curious, wouldn’t they? So Team Leader Song has never masturbated there. No wonder you always come so fast in my hand.”

“Liu Zhaoran… you… can you stop… mm ah…” Song Nanyin wanted to make Liu Zhaoran shut up, but what silenced her in the end was the other woman’s sudden deep thrust.

“Team Leader Song doesn’t need to do much. Just rub the tip the way you’d rub your clitoris, and you’ll come soon enough.”

“No… mm… I don’t want to… I don’t know how… you… you help me.” Song Nanyin didn’t know what she was saying. She had actually only wanted Liu Zhaoran to focus on pleasuring her little hole, but spoken at a moment like this, the words took on a different meaning.

“But I don’t have any extra hands. This hand is inside Team Leader Song’s little hole, and this hand has to help rub Team Leader Song’s chest and pinch her nipples. Why doesn’t Team Leader Song rub it herself? It’ll feel very good.”

Liu Zhaoran continued her coaxing, even pinching Song Nanyin’s nipple hard, like a painful urge. Song Nanyin half-closed her tearful eyes and looked at Liu Zhaoran through the wetness. As if bewitched, she rubbed that hot, stiff place with her hand.

The sensation was very pleasant. The tip… there was so much sticky fluid. Song Nanyin thought, her red lips slightly parted, panting mixed with moans. She felt that Liu Zhaoran had not deceived her; everything she had said was true.

So good… touching there feels just like the clitoris, and… it seems… something is about to come out.

“Black-Hearted Lotus, I… I’m almost… I’m about to…” Song Nanyin propped herself up slightly, then sank back down in weakness. She quickly rubbed the tip of the little part, just as she did every time she pleased her clitoris, grinding against the scalding tip.

A tingling, numbing itch spread from her lower body through her entire frame. At this moment, Song Nanyin found herself yearning to be embraced. It felt too good. She closed her eyes, as if only like this could she control that pleasure and keep from crying.

“Liu Zhaoran… hold me… hold me.” Song Nanyin tentatively lifted her body once more, and she got the embrace she had wished for. At the same moment, a deep thrust drove in, and a gushing pleasure swept over her all at once.

Scalding liquid shot onto her belly, then dripped down from there.

Liu Zhaoran felt that trace of warmth and roughly counted the time. She had come this fast… it really must have felt good.