In many situations, threats work better than negotiation, and Liu Zhaoran was someone who exploited that calculus to the extreme. She lightly stroked Song Nanyin’s feverish cheeks, her soft lips pressed against the shell of her ear. It was a gentle gesture, yet the words that came out of her mouth were the exact opposite.

Song Nanyin hadn’t expected that this damned woman would bully her and then… then threaten her on top of that. And the phrase “just bear it a little longer” sounded way too lewd.

“Where am I lacking? I just… mm… I just don’t know how to use it yet. Black-Hearted Lotus, I… I can’t hold on. Go slower.”

Song Nanyin’s nose stung, and her waist ached terribly.

But compared to those aches, the pleasure between her legs was even more tormenting.

Never had she touched walls so warm, never explored an interior so tight. Song Nanyin couldn’t put into words the degree of pleasure her body was experiencing, nor could she sort out what was in her heart.

She liked Liu Zhaoran’s scent, and she didn’t reject what the two of them were doing right now. They had an ambiguous relationship, yet they were doing the most intimate thing of all.

But that damned woman still loved to bully her. How hateful. She really wanted to bite her.

“Then, Team Leader Song, won’t you tell me where exactly you can’t hold on? Is it really that comfortable inside my body, making you so eager to surrender to me?”

Liu Zhaoran’s voice was light and airy, her words curling up in a bewitching lilt. As mentioned before, she was an extreme egotist. Everything Liu Zhaoran did, she did for herself, and she especially disliked putting herself out.

Song Nanyin did look beautiful when she was coming, but… Liu Zhaoran herself hadn’t gotten off yet. How could things end this quickly?

With that thought, Liu Zhaoran slowed the rhythm of her rising and sinking, and instead began to move on top of Song Nanyin in a particularly tormenting way, rocking her hips slowly.

The little member inside her wasn’t large, but Liu Zhaoran felt it fit her perfectly. The proud, upturned tip, the slight forward curve, even the fullness of the head, everything seemed tailor-made for her.

Desire was satisfied in this moment, and for an Omega, the Alpha’s pheromones served as an excellent catalyst as well.

Song Nanyin liked her scent, and in the same way, Liu Zhaoran found Song Nanyin’s pheromones quite agreeable.

A sweet orange fragrance, refreshing and bracing. Liu Zhaoran had never enjoyed such satisfying compatibility in bed, and it drove her desire to an unprecedented peak.

But right when she needed it this much, the Little Lion said she couldn’t hold on? Wanted to wrap things up hastily? That was something Liu Zhaoran would never allow.

She raised her body, lifting her buttocks a little higher, and in a rocking motion that tilted forward and back, she swallowed the little member back inside her. This was not a simple back-and-forth rhythm; it mixed in constant up-and-down taking as well.

She would tighten her core, thrust her hips upward to sink down, clench her buttocks, and squeeze the ball of flesh inside her. Then she would release her breath and relax her belly, slowly sitting down to take the little fellow deep into her once more.

With movements like these, every single take reached the extreme, and each time they made Song Nanyin grind against every inch of her seductive flesh and every sensitive spot within, the scraping and rubbing stirring up wave upon wave of intense passion.

Every rise and fall was pure enjoyment for Liu Zhaoran, but that slow rhythm was pure torment for Song Nanyin. Her inexperienced little member was wantonly gripped by the other woman, squeezed tight and loosened in turn, the tip constantly drawn into the depths, just barely scraping against the opening of her cervix.

It was forced open into a fine little mouth, the most natural of suckers, repeatedly drawing at her tip. But every time Song Nanyin felt she was about to come, Liu Zhaoran would mercilessly push it back out, refusing to let her release.

Over and over, the pleasure of impending climax was worn away completely, held back by sheer endurance. This misery and unbearable frustration finally made Song Nanyin cry.

“Black-Hearted Lotus, you… stop torturing me. It really hurts. Let me pull out.” Song Nanyin twisted her hips, trying to reclaim the little thing that Liu Zhaoran had “eaten.” But she was pinned underneath, that place gripped tightly by Liu Zhaoran. How could it be so easy to get away?

Liu Zhaoran pressed down on her shoulders and sat once more, taking the flesh ball into her body. This time she didn’t hurry to rise, but instead swayed her hips, rotating clockwise and then counterclockwise, carrying Song Nanyin’s little member along with her in a wet, swaying, tightly sealed grind.

“What are you saying, Team Leader Song? Where am I torturing you? I just… I just want you to give me an orgasm too. I’m suffering as well. My pussy is burning and itching inside, and I want you to fuck into me hard.”

“But since you don’t have the strength to move, I have to do it myself. Ah… this way I feel wonderful. Team Leader Song, for my sake, for the sake of your own pride, can’t you bear it just a little longer?”

Liu Zhaoran spoke in a husky voice, and her words made Song Nanyin lift her head despite herself to look at her. By now, Liu Zhaoran was completely immersed in lust, her normally fair face flushed with the color of desire.

What color was it? A hue somewhere between pink and red, so lovely it was almost bewitching.

Fine beads of sweat clung to her forehead, the hair at her temples, and the delicate tip of her nose, glittering in the light like fragments of stardust fallen onto her skin. She was only a few centimeters away, her soft body hovering above Song Nanyin.

Song Nanyin had never thought she would feel her heart stir at the sight of a woman’s body, but right now, she was genuinely stunned by it. Liu Zhaoran’s body and temperament were the complete opposite of her own, and Song Nanyin had imagined that because she hated Liu Zhaoran, she would end up rejecting her body too.

But the reality was that she was captivated by her scent, immersed in the greenhouse Liu Zhaoran had built around her, filled with nothing but the grass-smoke scent of her body. Everything about her was beautiful: the protruding collarbones, the distinct, straight line of her throat, the blue veins hidden beneath her skin all exquisite, and that red mole that swayed wildly with every movement she made.

She was using a part of her own body to seek pleasure, saying she wanted Song Nanyin to give her an orgasm, saying it in a voice so aggrieved and pitiful, as if Song Nanyin were the one refusing her. Hmph. Black-Hearted Lotus, so she knew how to play the weak one now. Just a moment ago she had been so wicked, bullying her.

Song Nanyin was thinking in a daze when Liu Zhaoran picked up one of her hands and pressed it against her chest. This was actually something Song Nanyin had wanted to do earlier but hadn’t, her stubbornness making her too embarrassed to reach out and grab Liu Zhaoran’s breasts on her own.

So she had told herself they were smaller than hers and probably wouldn’t feel good to touch anyway. Belittling what she couldn’t have, the classic sour grapes.

But now, she had touched the grapes, and then she had tasted them too. What’s more, the grapes had come to her on their own, leaping into her mouth for her to eat.

“Team Leader Song, I feel so good.” Liu Zhaoran tilted her head back and let out a long, satisfied moan. Although she loved talking dirty, which didn’t match her goddess image in the least, Liu Zhaoran’s moans were tinged with restraint and reserve.

On ordinary days, Liu Zhaoran’s voice was refined and elegant, the kind that marked her at once as a well-bred young miss from a distinguished family with a first-rate education.

But Song Nanyin could never have guessed that this damned woman could reel off dirty talk one line after another, the true style of a black-hearted lotus.

At moments like this, no matter how much Song Nanyin didn’t want to admit it, Liu Zhaoran’s moans truly were beautiful, the kind of beautiful that, if such things were rated, would command premium ticket prices at the Vienna Opera.

Her voice was faint and airy, like the snow falling soundlessly outside, quiet yet profound. From that clear, noble throat emerged low, husky hums that called her Team Leader Song. Never once had the title Team Leader Song sounded so good.

Song Nanyin thought hazily, kneading the softness in her palm while her lips unconsciously sucked at the nipple in her mouth. It wasn’t the first time she had tasted it, but it was the first time she had squeezed it. Perhaps out of a desire for revenge, Song Nanyin pinched hard and sucked hard.

“Ah, Team Leader Song, gentler. It hurts a little.” Liu Zhaoran’s voice drifted over, already an intimate sentence that her single “Team Leader Song” made even more tantalizing.

It was a work title, a form of address between colleagues, but at a moment like this, it sounded several times filthier than calling her by name.

Song Nanyin thought that if Liu Zhaoran weren’t the director but one of her own subordinates instead, she would definitely teach this Black-Hearted Lotus a proper lesson and see if she still dared to play sly little tricks on her.

“Didn’t you… didn’t you tell me to squeeze them? Since you did, you’ll have to bear the pain.” Having said that, Song Nanyin took the nipple back into her mouth and nipped at it. Hearing this, Liu Zhaoran marveled at how the Little Lion bit wherever she pleased, and then sank down in bliss, taking the burning little flesh ball back into her body.

“If Team Leader Song says so, then so be it. Actually… you can come in on your own initiative. Hold my waist, use that thing of yours, and push it into my body.” Liu Zhaoran guided Song Nanyin’s other idle hand onto her hip, leading her to rock her waist in time with her rhythm.

After all, if Song Nanyin never moved, no matter how hard Liu Zhaoran worked at her bobbing, she would eventually tire. She gradually quickened her pace, enticing Song Nanyin to match her.

The pleasure that had only just ebbed piled on several times over. Song Nanyin breathed out a few light gasps and quickly sealed her lips around the nipple offered before her face once more.

Sucking on it, her lower body began to rise and fall of its own accord, following Liu Zhaoran’s teasing. This was the first time Song Nanyin had ever made such a motion, and the first time she tried to take with her little member.

Within her, it grew hotter still, growing ever tighter with the violent contractions. Song Nanyin’s scalp prickled, every sense in her body seeming to gather between her legs. She panted with a burning thirst, like a traveler crossing the desert who hadn’t had water in a long time.

So she kept sucking at the only nipple she could feed on, circling it with her tongue, as if suckling at the breast could slake her thirst.

Their panting fell into complete disarray, and only now did Song Nanyin realize that moving was even harder to endure than lying still. After just a few thrusts, her little member was trembling uncontrollably, her lower belly aching and weak. She was about to come again.

“Team Leader Song, you’d better hold on. You can’t abandon me before I’ve come.” Sensing the change in the thing inside her, Liu Zhaoran pinched Song Nanyin’s nipple and threatened her in a gentle tone.

Song Nanyin struggled to stay alert, enduring the desperate urge to let go, forcing her aching, nearly numb waist to keep thrusting.

“Black-Hearted Lotus, why is it taking so long… you still haven’t… I… ah…” Song Nanyin’s eyes were rimmed red, tears long since soaking the pillow. Looking up at the woman above her, she noticed that Liu Zhaoran was sweating even more than before, her cheeks flushed with an abnormal blush, her passage grown even tighter.

“Ah… ah…” Suddenly, Liu Zhaoran tilted her head back slightly, her full breasts quivering. Sensing the passage gripping her begin to contract violently, Song Nanyin felt wave after wave of thick, hot fluid pour down over her.

Song Nanyin finally relaxed her body. She gave one slow, deep thrust and, in a daze, pushed herself into the depths as well.

“Liu Zhaoran, I… I came too.” Song Nanyin held Liu Zhaoran tightly, their bodies trembling violently, their heartbeats pressing against each other’s chests. A sudden warmth bloomed in the cavity as a flood of scalding fluid splashed within it.

Scalded by it, Liu Zhaoran trembled all over. She gave a long, contented moan and went completely limp in Song Nanyin’s arms.

Neither of them wanted to move now. They clung together, pressed flush against each other with their softness and sweat.

The softened little member slipped out slowly, pulling with it traces of white fluid and clear liquid. It began as a thin trickle, then grew and grew, streaming out of her pussy and sliding down onto Song Nanyin’s belly.

“Mm… we can rest now, right?” Song Nanyin felt as though all the strength in her body had been drained away, nothing left under her control. She thought that after this long, surely it was time to stop.

At that moment, Liu Zhaoran sat up and took the little ball, now gone soft, in her hand.

“I haven’t been satisfied yet. Team Leader Song can’t possibly rest this early, can she?”