“Mn… so hot…” Song Nanyin furrowed her brows slightly; the golden wisps of hair at her forehead were soaked with sweat. She panted softly, her chest rising and falling unevenly. She had been roused from sleep in the midst of a fiery campaign.

She thought the heater had been turned up too high, but the heater wasn’t about to take the blame. The moment Song Nanyin opened her eyes, it shoved the blame onto the true culprit.

At the sight of Liu Zhaoran rising and falling on top of her, Song Nanyin was stunned and dazed for a moment.

Her body had only just woken and was still numb. As sight, smell, and bodily sensation returned one by one, the tight, burning grip around her lower body became unmistakably clear. A part of her was being swallowed up by Liu Zhaoran.

“Black-Hearted Lotus, you… mn… what are you doing… why all of a sudden…” Song Nanyin’s body was sensitive; even though she had only just woken, it was quickly pulled into the rhythm. She tipped her head back, pressing the back of her skull into the soft pillow to brace herself against the pleasure flooding her body.

“It’s fine, it’s still early. If Team Leader is sleepy, you can go back to sleep.” Song Nanyin’s sudden awakening caused Liu Zhaoran no embarrassment or discomfort. She spoke of casually using someone else’s “parts” as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and Song Nanyin was struck speechless, straining to keep her expression calm under the stimulation of physical pleasure.

“What nonsense are you talking? How could I possibly sleep while you’re doing this? What time is it even? And you’re already going into heat.” Song Nanyin spoke quickly, eager to needle Liu Zhaoran, afraid that if she talked too long, she wouldn’t be able to hold back the indecent sounds rising in her throat.

“Sorry… it was my fault for waking you, Team Leader. I’m in my ovulation period lately, and my libido is especially strong in the early morning. Also, it’s been over half a month, and I really need it.” The excuse had been pulled from thin air; the ovulation period was a lie. The Heightened-Sensitivity Phase, however, was real.

Liu Zhaoran rolled her hips, and with the rise and fall of her movements, her voice drifted, as if water had been plucked along a lute string, every syllable curling and wet.

Song Nanyin knew Liu Zhaoran’s body well; it was perhaps the body she knew best in the world besides her own. Liu Zhaoran made time to work out every day, so her figure was exceptional.

At the office, Liu Zhaoran was always wrapped up tight, in tailored trousers or a narrow skirt. Her shirt buttons and blazer were always fastened to the very top, radiating an elegant, ascetic restraint.

But here, with her, Liu Zhaoran “always preferred” to be completely naked. Her flat stomach showed beautiful ridged lines of muscle that appeared and vanished with the rise and fall of her twisting waist. A ring of sweat beads gathered around her round navel, and more sweat slid down the lovely collarbones at the base of her neck.

The visual impact made Song Nanyin’s breathing ragged and heavy, and Liu Zhaoran’s voice was the perfect catalyst, stoking desire and stirring a tide of heat.

“But… you could at least have told me. You just… ah… slower… mn!” Song Nanyin trembled, unable to hold out under Liu Zhaoran’s squeezing grip. She let out soft moans; barely two minutes after regaining full consciousness, her little part had already surrendered.

Song Nanyin closed her eyes and gently arched her hips, savoring the climax that had come so suddenly. Liu Zhaoran felt the flood at her cervix, her pussy twitching as she, too, rode into a small orgasm.

“But I didn’t want to wake you, Team Leader. It just so happened that you were already up, and I know you don’t like doing this with me, so I thought I’d take care of it myself.” Liu Zhaoran spoke softly, the grievance in her voice unmistakable.

Song Nanyin was struck speechless. Fine, she had indeed been deliberately avoiding Liu Zhaoran lately, not wanting to do it. She’d thought she was hiding it well, but the other woman had noticed anyway.

Thinking it over, the contract the two of them had signed at the very start was that kind of bedmate arrangement. She’d eaten and lived at Liu Zhaoran’s place for free all this time, yet for the better part of a month she hadn’t taken care of the other woman’s physical needs. Now, hearing Liu Zhaoran’s veiled complaint, Song Nanyin felt she really had been quite awful.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“So you’re not going back to sleep, Team Leader?”

“I told you, no one could possibly sleep through that.”

“Then… how about you use your hand to help me once more, Team Leader?”

Liu Zhaoran said with a smile, pulling a pack of finger cots out from under the head of the bed. Song Nanyin hadn’t expected Liu Zhaoran to keep such things under her pillow, and suddenly thought… how lewd.

“Do you keep finger cots under your pillow because you’re ready to do it every day?”

“Not exactly. I just thought it would be a bit of a mood killer to have to get out of bed and look for one if the urge struck. This way is more convenient. But I do very much want to use them with you.”

Liu Zhaoran leaned down, holding the pack of finger cots she’d just retrieved between her teeth, and brought it close to Song Nanyin’s face. With their closeness, her scent grew denser, like grass drenched by rain, like thin mist rising slowly over distant blue mountains.

Liu Zhaoran said nothing; her eyes did the talking, signaling Song Nanyin to take the pack. Song Nanyin’s gaze swept over the packaging. The cots were made specifically for use between women, in the slender, long model.

Song Nanyin couldn’t refuse, nor could she find a reason to. She simply raised her hand to take the pack. But Liu Zhaoran didn’t let go; as Song Nanyin took hold of a corner, she tilted her head slightly and, using the pull, tore the pack open.

A strand of hair slid across Song Nanyin’s fingers, so ticklish it was maddening, as if the itch had traveled along her fingertips and into her heart.

As Liu Zhaoran turned her head, her hips rolled, squeezing the soft little part inside her, and both of them let out a short, breathy moan.

“Use two fingers, Team Leader. Enter me with your hand, pierce through me.” After all this time together, Song Nanyin thought she’d grown used to Liu Zhaoran’s frankness. But hearing it again now, her face burned hot.

She gave a quiet “oh” in response, then took another cot from under the pillow and slipped it over her finger. Watching her put it on with practiced ease, Liu Zhaoran smiled.

“Do you wear finger cots when you masturbate, Team Leader?”

“I do. Why do you suddenly ask?”

“No reason. I just think Team Leader’s fingers must be quite nimble. I’m looking forward to it.”

Liu Zhaoran smiled again, this time showing her white, even teeth. Song Nanyin watched her push herself upright once more and lift her hips of her own accord. Her gaze traveled downward, her sharp eyesight letting her clearly see the lingering moisture on Liu Zhaoran’s buttocks.

And… the faint trickle of white fluid seeping slowly from her pink, tender opening. That must be hers, her own. At the thought, Song Nanyin was a little embarrassed, yet she found the scene so erotic she couldn’t bear to look away.

The color of Liu Zhaoran’s flesh there was lovely, a fresh, tender red, just like her nipples. It was precisely that vivid redness that made the streak of white stand out all the more, like cream spilling from the heart of a strawberry, the color of something delicious.

“You can go in now, Team Leader.”

When Song Nanyin pressed her finger past the opening and slowly pushed inside, Liu Zhaoran tipped her head back and let out a pleased moan.

Liu Zhaoran loved this feeling. In truth, she wasn’t someone who orgasmed easily from internal stimulation; the number of times she’d come from that alone was nearly zero.

In all her past affairs, no partner had ever given her such intense desire and sensitivity the way Song Nanyin did. And Song Nanyin’s fingers were even more comfortable and satisfying than she’d imagined.

Liu Zhaoran wouldn’t attribute the reason simply to the Heightened-Sensitivity Phase or to some special connection between herself and Song Nanyin. She was an Omega and Song Nanyin was an Alpha, true, but the more important reason was that they were both women.

The hand is the most dexterous part of the human body, and intimacy between women put that dexterity to its ultimate use. Every sensitive spot along her inner walls had fully awakened from the small climax of a moment ago, and her tightly packed flesh eagerly welcomed Song Nanyin’s fingers.

They were made ecstatic by the rubbing of her fingertips, each crowding up eagerly, while more clear fluid seeped from her depths.

“It feels wonderful, Team Leader. My sensitive spot is right at the entrance. There’s a raised bead of flesh there. Press it.”

Liu Zhaoran shared her most sensitive spots without stinting. She liked a rhythm that went fast or slow, liked how Song Nanyin went shallow or deep inside her, told her where she liked to be pressed, where she liked to be ground, and where she liked to be hooked and scraped.

Song Nanyin flushed scarlet at the words. She looked up at Liu Zhaoran slowly undulating on top of her, her gaze settling again on the taut lines of her stomach.

Liu Zhaoran’s stomach was so beautiful. Thinking this, Song Nanyin couldn’t help reaching out and laying her hand on it. She didn’t know it was one of Liu Zhaoran’s sensitive spots, and before she touched it, she hadn’t expected such a strong reaction.

The woman above her gave a visible shudder, then looked at her through half-lidded eyes, alluring and soft.

“I like it when you touch me like that, Team Leader. Touch me a little more. Would you press my clitoris with your thumb? That would make me feel even better.” Liu Zhaoran was frank, saying the most obscene things with complete composure, and oddly polite on top of it.

Song Nanyin didn’t even dare meet her eyes; she could only gaze dazedly at the muscles of her stomach, at her breasts swaying gently. Then, as requested, she used the thumb still outside to rub her clitoris.

Under the peak of physical arousal, it was already hard, swollen and full, the sensation of it unmistakable beneath her touch. Song Nanyin circled her thumb, rubbing her folds and working her clitoris.

Shyness kept Song Nanyin’s motions somewhat restrained, but Liu Zhaoran felt her body’s sensitivity reach an unprecedented peak. It was broad daylight, and in another hour they would have to leave for the office.

But in this moment, Liu Zhaoran was giving herself over wholly, reaping a thoroughly satisfying round of lovemaking. Song Nanyin’s fingers seemed to hold some magic, delivering every pleasure she had never known before.

Her clitoris grew numb and tingly under the rubbing, her waist and back going soft with it, and her pussy, repeatedly worked by those fingers, kept seeping fluid that slid out to wet Song Nanyin’s lower belly.

Liu Zhaoran no longer had the strength to keep riding. Her body went soft as she collapsed into Song Nanyin’s arms, her nipple slipping naturally into the other woman’s mouth. Liu Zhaoran lowered her gaze, watching Song Nanyin, face flushed crimson, take her breast in her mouth.

Sucking, gentle bites, the scrape of a tongue tip. After only a few strokes, Liu Zhaoran felt as if an electric current ran through her entire body.

The tingling current spread from her lower body to every part of her, like winding vines, coiling and recoiling inside her.

It itched. It itched deep inside her, and her clitoris itched too. And this excess of itching was exactly the sign that pleasure was about to crest.

“I’m about to come, Team Leader. Mn… faster… faster, give it to me.” Liu Zhaoran cupped Song Nanyin’s head and rolled her hips, grinding against her fingertips of her own accord. Her clitoris, teased until it budded, quivered and throbbed without stop, and so did the passage within.

“Mn…” Liu Zhaoran pressed her mouth to Song Nanyin’s earlobe and, as if offering a gift, gave her the whole of the gasp she released at her climax. Her hot breath fanned across Song Nanyin’s ear; at the sound, Song Nanyin trembled all over, her pussy clenching and opening again, spilling out a wealth of wanting fluid.

Liu Zhaoran’s voice was so beautiful. Hearing it made her want it too…

Song Nanyin thought, dazed. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Liu Zhaoran, who had just climaxed, and gently stroked her shoulder.

Just like lovers.