The climax came strange and swift, a far cry from her usual self-sufficiency. Every inch of it was steeped in the satisfaction of having had too much taken from her. For her first time having sex with another person, she never would have imagined that her partner would be the Black-Hearted Lotus she despised.

But no matter how much her heart recoiled, her body confessed with hateful honesty. By now, Song Nanyin could no longer criticize the feeling of having sex with Liu Zhaoran the way she had criticized her terrible kissing technique a moment ago.

Because she was thoroughly pleased. Whether it was the pussy Liu Zhaoran had invaded and pierced through, or the extra part she had, both places felt incredible. It was ice-cold carbonation in summer, a pleasure that slammed into her brain.

Their heavy breaths intertwined. Liu Zhaoran recovered faster than Song Nanyin. After all, she hadn’t experienced an orgasm, so her gasping was a matter of exertion. But Song Nanyin was different. Perhaps because she felt double the pleasure, even her afterglow stretched especially long.

Liu Zhaoran lay on her side, propping her head on her hand, slowly drawing the fingers buried inside the other’s body out. The finger sleeve had become utterly drenched, stained with traces of translucent fluid, all of it brought out together.

Liu Zhaoran was in no hurry to take it off. She simply admired the trails of wetness flowing over it, and watched Song Nanyin the same way.

Her eyes were gently shut, without any effort, closed in an utterly natural state. If not for the slightly disordered rise and fall of her chest and the conspicuous flush on her cheeks, she might have seemed asleep.

Her pale belly was stained with a little white fluid, and Liu Zhaoran’s own abdomen was the same. Both bore the tender warmth of clear liquid. The little part at the junction of her thighs had gone half-soft after spilling, its tip still slowly dripping traces of pale white, presumably remnants that hadn’t been drained clean.

Song Nanyin’s clumsiness struck Liu Zhaoran as very amusing. She took the initiative, reaching over to catch the soft ball of flesh in her palm and stroke it gently.

“Mm… hnnh…” Song Nanyin was impossibly obedient at this moment. Touched so suddenly, she didn’t even complain, only burrowing into Liu Zhaoran’s embrace. Liu Zhaoran watched, unable to stop her lips from curving into a smile. The tamed little lion was unexpectedly a little adorable.

No particular technique was needed at a time like this. Liu Zhaoran merely made the gentlest up-and-down motion, and the little part, in its comfort, spat out all its remaining fluid.

Song Nanyin’s belly spasmed, as if she hadn’t expected anything so pleasant to be possible amid the afterglow. She let out satisfied breaths and sighs, her awareness gradually growing clearer.

The room’s exhaust fan hadn’t accomplished anything substantial. Liu Zhaoran’s scent was still distinct, more concentrated than any time she had smelled it before, almost completely covering the whole room.

Song Nanyin shifted her body, feeling it was about time to end. But at that moment, Liu Zhaoran gripped her, turned her over, and stuffed a pillow beneath her belly.

“What are you doing?” Song Nanyin’s face flushed slightly. It wasn’t that she didn’t know why Liu Zhaoran was doing this; quite the opposite.

She knew this was the prelude to a certain position. She just hadn’t expected that this Black-Hearted Lotus would still want to go on…

“Entering from behind is more convenient and feels better too. Team Leader Song’s appetite can’t be that small, can it? Just one time is enough?”

Liu Zhaoran held Song Nanyin’s waist and belly, lifting her up, and then, in the same motion, stuffed two pillows beneath her. With the height of the pillows, Song Nanyin had no choice but to raise her buttocks high, showing her private place to Liu Zhaoran without holding anything back.

Thus, it was a shameful position. Song Nanyin burned with mortification, but on the other hand, she surprisingly didn’t want to resist much.

Having tasted marrow, one craves the flavor. That was what anyone would think. It had indeed been very good just now, so good it made one sink into it.

Song Nanyin felt Liu Zhaoran’s hand was far more adept than her own, as if it understood her body’s structure and sensitive points better than she herself did. But this was no longer the fair game from before. This was… this was making love, wasn’t it?

Making love with Liu Zhaoran? The words surfaced in her mind, jolting Song Nanyin’s whole body stiff. She came back to her senses, thinking she couldn’t let this happen. She ought to resist a little.

But at the same time, Liu Zhaoran had already changed into a new finger sleeve and pushed her fingers back in. It hurt a little, and felt overfull. Two of them…

“Ah… Black-Hearted Lotus, wha… what are you doing?” Song Nanyin felt Liu Zhaoran was beyond excessive. Whether it was making her stick her ass out and keep doing this, or pushing two fingers inside, it was all too much.

“As Team Leader Song can feel, I’m entering Team Leader Song’s pussy. In literary terms, it’s flesh entwining and souls intermingling. In zoology, it’s called mating and reproduction. To be cruder, I’m fucking you.”

At this point, Liu Zhaoran seemed unwilling to keep up the facade from before, pouring all of this into Song Nanyin’s head at once. She was dazed, hugging the pillow beneath her tightly. Furious as she was, her body sank even deeper into indulgence.

So good… For the first time, her body was being filled so full. With her buttocks raised high, it was easy for Liu Zhaoran to enter, and even easier to go deeper.

Song Nanyin couldn’t see herself, didn’t know what her lower body looked like right now.

Would there be a lot of fluid? Or would those ambiguous liquids keep streaming out? Just the thought that Liu Zhaoran could see it all with perfect clarity made her feel deeply ashamed. But it also felt so good.

“Can’t… can’t you just shut your mouth?” Song Nanyin sucked in a breath and barely forced the words out. But Liu Zhaoran’s answer was both fingers thrusting in tandem, with even more force than before, fucking deeper.

Song Nanyin finally understood. Liu Zhaoran’s gentleness just now had been completely fake; the current her was the one showing her true nature. The two fingers buried in her body moved in and out unreasonably and tyrannically, pressing deep, grinding against her cervical opening.

For some reason, Song Nanyin actually thought of what Liu Zhaoran had said at the very beginning. Her fingers… really did seem very long. Otherwise, how could they reach such deep territory?

“I just think that doing it in silence would be too dull. Team Leader Song is squeezing me so tight down there.”

As she said it, Liu Zhaoran even sounded wronged. Why was she wronged? Over her mischief-making fingers? Clearly she had taken it upon herself to use two fingers and filled that place completely. The excessive fullness stretched her delicate pussy open, pressing both labia apart.

“If… if you think it’s tight, then pull one out. Mm… too… too full.” Song Nanyin tilted her head back and let out a long moan. Just as she said “too full,” Liu Zhaoran deliberately pressed both fingers deeper.

Like a clip that drew itself together on entry, feigning slenderness, but once inside her body, sprang back open with arrogance, churning her insides into disarray.

“But I think Team Leader Song prefers this feeling of being filled. Those little beads of flesh inside you keep clinging to my fingers and won’t let go.”

Liu Zhaoran had spoken a truth, and at the same time pressed her body down, taking Song Nanyin’s earlobe, bathed in warm light, into her mouth.

Refusing to be idle, utterly audacious, her free hand circled to Song Nanyin’s front. As if out of kindness, she rubbed her belly, then slid down to grasp the little part that had perked up at some point.

“Hard again? Team Leader Song is really that into me?” Liu Zhaoran’s tone and inflection carried laughter, a perfect picture of petty triumph. Song Nanyin’s ears burned red, and she didn’t know what to say.

She thought, let that damned woman Liu Zhaoran run her mouth all she wanted. The one feeling good right now was her, anyway…

“Ignoring me, huh.” Seeing that Song Nanyin wouldn’t speak, Liu Zhaoran didn’t press, nor was she annoyed, because she clearly had plenty more ways to handle Song Nanyin.

Her fingers moved a little faster than before. In truth, what Liu Zhaoran had been doing earlier was restraint. After all, it was Song Nanyin’s first time; she couldn’t be too rough. But now, the pussy that had already climaxed once was thoroughly wet, seemingly used to her stretching.

Song Nanyin was white all over, even this place that often hid in the dark. Her full, round buttocks were raised, just the right size, very firm and perky. She wasn’t someone who liked to exercise, which meant this pair of perky buttocks was a natural gift.

Liu Zhaoran looked, and an idea rose in her heart. If she gave this pair of pale, tender buttocks a hard slap, red finger marks would surely appear within seconds, wouldn’t they? She thought about it, but Liu Zhaoran couldn’t very well do it outright. What if she really angered the little lion and ruined things?

Her left hand toyed with the little part growing stiffer in her palm, her fingers threading through layer after layer of slick flesh and folds, feeling the vaginal wall of an Alpha, completely different from her own.

After being played with for a while, that place of Song Nanyin’s swelled even more, the skin around it flushing red across a wide patch. That vivid red amid pale, tender buttocks was like bright cinnabar set in white jade, extremely eye-catching.

By now, it glistened with moisture, clear fluid streaming endlessly from the soft, wet entrance. And beneath it was her little part, nestled in Liu Zhaoran’s palm.

The soft ball of flesh stood erect and hot, its scorching tip pressed against her palm, pulsing, as if impatient to give her what it held inside.

Liu Zhaoran smiled, as if a thought had occurred to her, and suddenly squeezed the tip of the little part hard. Song Nanyin flinched at the pain, her whole body trembling, but the pussy clasping her fingers dripped out even more honeyed fluid.

“Ow… be gentle. Don’t touch me anymore.” Song Nanyin hugged the pillow and clutched its corner tightly with her fingers. She wanted to snatch that place back, but she couldn’t bear to give up the comfort of Liu Zhaoran’s grip.

Song Nanyin felt she was broken. In just a few hours, she had been polluted along with this lewd, filthy woman Liu Zhaoran. Otherwise, why would she find this so good?

“But if I don’t, Team Leader Song will come again. I want to keep going. I don’t want it to end so soon.” The wickedness in Liu Zhaoran’s bones was hard to root out, and she happened to love bullying Song Nanyin.

At this moment, she took from the woman beneath her, all of Song Nanyin’s senses under her control. She loved watching her eyes grow hazy with tears when she felt good, loved watching her helplessness and enjoyment when her sex organ was held in her grip. And she loved when Song Nanyin was fucked to the point of being unable to speak, only able to cry out for her to hold her.

Why hadn’t she ever noticed how delicious Song Nanyin was?

Liu Zhaoran thought, her eyes darkening, her fingers moving faster and faster, the hand around the little part’s tip gradually tightening. She didn’t want that part of Song Nanyin’s to peak, but she wasn’t stingy about giving the pussy its climaxes. After all, this place had no refractory period.

Song Nanyin hadn’t expected Liu Zhaoran to suddenly speed up. She felt her whole body bobbing up and down with the other’s thrusts. Her pussy made squelching sounds as it was fucked, fluid streaming down endlessly, dripping into the cleft of her buttocks, then sliding down her thighs.

“Mm… I’m… mm… I’m there.” Song Nanyin didn’t know what sound one should make at a climax to sound good, but she remembered a comedy bit she’d once seen. Western films always liked to say “I’m coming” at the peak, while Japanese ones said “I’m going.”

And so, orgasm became a matter of coming and going. But Song Nanyin chose another phrase: she was there. Her body verged on collapse, her mind drifting away and growing hazy.

She climaxed again, her pussy and belly spasming together like a flower bud, spitting out the nectar wrapped inside, pulse by pulse.