Song Nanyin had personally witnessed and experienced Liu Zhaoran’s annoying, clingy ways. As a “victim,” she knew exactly how wicked the other woman could be, especially in bed, where she would seize on anything and never stop running her mouth about it.

If she couldn’t shut that mouth, then the best counterattack was simply to let her be as fierce as she liked. Song Nanyin’s face flushed red. The shrunken version of herself in her mind popped out again, sneering at her own embarrassing physical reactions, wishing she could jump up and curse.

Indeed, whether it was her true self or the Song Nanyin in her head, she could only be angry with herself. Against that certain Black-Hearted Lotus, she was utterly helpless.

“Liu Zhaoran, if you say any more nonsense, then I’m not doing this anymore.” Song Nanyin forced down her shame and said fiercely. She hadn’t forgotten that right now, the one who “wanted” it more was Liu Zhaoran. If she was truly provoked, no one would come off well.

Song Nanyin’s tone carried her usual tsundere contrariness. Liu Zhaoran hadn’t really felt like teasing her anyway, because more than teasing, what she needed now was the relief of sex. She needed the only Alpha in the world who could smell her Pheromones to help her through her Heat Cycle.

“Team Leader Song knows how to threaten now, but I never meant to do anything anyway. Right now, my body is yours, at your mercy. What can I do?”

Liu Zhaoran said this with grievance. If not for the position the two of them were in, it might have sounded genuinely pitiful. But they were making love, so a conversation like this could only come across as obscene.

“You’d better be.” Song Nanyin muttered under her breath, unheard by Liu Zhaoran. She cast a glance down. In just the short while she’d left it alone, the flower valley had already seeped a great deal of hot spring water. They were like an inexhaustible spring, impatient to display their ardor.

The scattered passion was silent, but the surroundings were noisy. Song Nanyin could hear the cheers of a child playing with adults next door, and a family of three chatting together in warm, happy conversation.

Yet at this very moment, she was holding Liu Zhaoran’s buttocks, pulling her close, taking the woman’s wet, full labia into her mouth. So plump. In just this short while, it had grown even more swollen than before. And with no thicket to conceal it, every change was clearly magnified before her eyes.

Song Nanyin remembered that a few days earlier, when they had made love, Liu Zhaoran had still had hair there… So had she cleaned up specially for this trip to Japan? As Song Nanyin tasted the full crystal petals and the clitoris, a thought drifted through her mind.

Could this Black-Hearted Lotus, Liu Zhaoran, really have groomed herself especially for this lovemaking?

Obviously, asking such a question at a time like this would be inappropriate, and Song Nanyin wasn’t about to ruin the mood. She kept her eyes closed, but that beautiful vulva was already etched in her memory. It was a flower with a white-to-red gradient, the outer petals white, the inner a light red of dazzling intensity.

It was very good at producing honey. Whether anyone could see it or not, clear nectar seeped from the flower cave. The nectar had no special taste, not like anything Song Nanyin had ever imagined in her mind.

It was faint and subtle, with no taste worth describing in elaborate language. But the air was full of Liu Zhaoran’s Grass-Smoke Scent, and the nectar, too, seemed steeped in the same note.

And so it became delicious.

Song Nanyin kneaded Liu Zhaoran’s round buttocks, pulling her down toward herself again and again. During lovemaking, when the body’s pleasurable responses grew too intense, stimulation would trigger a person’s instinct to flinch away.

Song Nanyin had noticed that whenever she curled the tip of her tongue and repeatedly teased the clitoris among the crystal petals, Liu Zhaoran would give this reaction. Her lower belly tensed, and without knowing it, she twisted her hips to escape, only to be pulled back again and again, slick fluid smeared all over Song Nanyin’s face.

“Mmm… Team Leader Song… ah…” Liu Zhaoran didn’t know when Song Nanyin had suddenly caught on, learning to use the force of her tongue to claim pleasure. Many times, the pressure of her tongue tip was nearly a match for her fingers.

Song Nanyin traced upward along the cleft between the flower lips, then pressed down with force as she descended. Along the cleft she moved up and down, toying with something intensely erotic.

The clitoris trembled wildly from the rubbing, and the sensitive little opening beneath it was ground against again and again. Her slightly rough tongue held firm as her lips kissed and sucked at the outer flesh petals. Her upper lip occasionally brushed the clitoris, and her lower lip kept knocking at the entrance.

Song Nanyin had learned without a teacher, self-taught and accomplished. Of course, it was also because Liu Zhaoran was too sensitive at this moment that any slight touch was enough to drown her in desire.

“Team Leader Song has gotten so good… I… mmm… right there, that’s it.” Liu Zhaoran let out a satisfied moan. At last she stopped thinking about verbal teasing and sank deeply into lust.

Of course, she hadn’t forgotten the matter of returning the favor. Even while her body was enjoying itself, her hands didn’t pause. She gently grasped the erect little bud, rubbing it in her palm, using the web of her thumb to soothe the folds along its edges.

Liu Zhaoran was already familiar with this spot, and she knew how sensitive the touch of this gland was for Song Nanyin, this newborn Alpha.

Liu Zhaoran didn’t pump it, nor did she use much strength. Her purpose wasn’t to make this place release, but merely to serve as a seasoning, bringing a measure of comfort and relief.

Her right hand let go of the dripping vulva, and her lips took its place.

Having climaxed once just now, this place was extremely sensitive. The little bud stood engorged, and her whole vulva was in an equally swollen state, its color flushing a faint pink.

A single light touch, and the numbing pleasure was plain to see. Song Nanyin’s trembling couldn’t escape Liu Zhaoran, pressed tightly against her.

She tensed, pressing against the belly she had been tormenting, sweat-soaked and sticky. Their long hair lay scattered over their bodies, strands piling together, black and gold entwined, tickling the skin they touched.

They were equally scorching and parched, matching each other in sensitivity, each sucking to make the other feel better, and in silent accord, both slid fingers into the other’s narrow, snug opening, joined and connected in this posture.

“Mmm… Black-Hearted Lotus… you… hurry… hurry up.” Song Nanyin rested her head on the cobblestones, her whole face flushed with arousal. Because her eyes could see nothing, her body’s sense of touch had become extremely acute.

She could feel Liu Zhaoran rubbing the tip of her little bud with her palm, at a very slow pace, stroking it again and again, gently clasping it in her hand and working it.

It felt like lying alone in bed, the curtains not fully drawn, a gap of light left shining through. A woman could spread her legs wide and freely, stroking her clitoris with her own hand or any kind of toy.

No need to cater to a lover, no concern about being seen, no need to mind when the climax came. It was an indulgent self-pleasuring, so lazy she might fall asleep at any moment.

It was pleasant, and it felt wonderful, but…

Song Nanyin wanted it faster. After all, they were in the middle of fierce lovemaking, not masturbation.

“But my other hand is still inside Team Leader Song. If this one goes faster, then that one will have to slow down. After all, I’m not that skilled yet, and I can’t manage both at once.”

Hearing Song Nanyin’s urging, Liu Zhaoran suppressed a smile and explained. Then she remembered that Song Nanyin couldn’t see her expression, and let a calculating smile show without the slightest pretense.

She knew Song Nanyin well. The Little Lion was extremely prickly; saying the words “hurry up” was already her limit.

“But… the way you’re doing that… I… I can’t… hmph…” Song Nanyin wanted to express her longing, but on reflection, she felt that saying such things would be far too Liu Zhaoran-like. Shamelessness was Liu Zhaoran’s nature, not hers.

She couldn’t very well say that her womanly place felt so good, so… her extra little bud wanted the same pleasure too, right? That really did seem a bit excessive, didn’t it?

“Team Leader Song only cares about her own enjoyment. I’m suffering so much from holding back.” Liu Zhaoran spoke again, her tone full of grievance.

At her prompting, Song Nanyin then remembered that… yes, she had indeed only been enjoying herself just now, forgetting to give in return.

It was like they’d agreed to feed each other water, but Song Nanyin had drunk her fill, never minding whether Liu Zhaoran might die of thirst… That really was a bit unkind of her.

“I… I forgot, okay? Who told you to make it feel so good.”

Song Nanyin’s voice came out weak. She lifted her eyes and looked at Liu Zhaoran’s pert, tender buttocks. At some point a good deal of clear fluid had been smeared over them, and now, struck by the sunlight, they shimmered with rippling points of light.

Between her buttocks, that lovely petal gleamed with wetness. It looked as though it had been bullied in a thousand ways and ravaged ten thousand times, swollen and red, still dripping somewhat pitiful tears.

Song Nanyin felt that she really must have made Liu Zhaoran suffer, or that place wouldn’t be convulsing in spasm after spasm. That was what desire looked like when left unsatisfied after desperate craving.

Song Nanyin stopped letting her mind wander and focused on devouring it. It felt like being hungry with only a piece of jelly for food. The jelly was soft, tender, and very fragile; Song Nanyin wasn’t skilled enough yet and feared that a little too much force would ruin the jelly.

She kissed gently, sucked with a little more force, doing her best to follow two sucks with a kiss. Because the jelly had too much sweet juice, a single suck wasn’t enough.

From between the seams, more water spilled from the jelly, soaking the delicate, soft flesh petals and wetting the clitoris at the very top. Too aroused, the little flesh bead grew plump, becoming the most substantial morsel in the jelly.

Song Nanyin pursed her lips, pressing and grinding the little fruit bead again and again, then sucking hard. She heard Liu Zhaoran’s breathing grow ever more rapid and disordered, until she couldn’t even call out the three words “Team Leader Song” that usually carried such a teasing tone.

So even the Black-Hearted Lotus had moments like this.

Liu Zhaoran truly hadn’t expected to be so directly undone by lust and pleasure. Song Nanyin’s advances, too, had transformed from the initial awkwardness into delightful surprise. Because it was the first time, she had no idea at all what rhythm or what force Song Nanyin would use to devour her.

The sudden suckling, the occasional bite with force, even the pattern of her tongue sliding through the cleft, all of it was unknown. Pleasure poured in ceaselessly from below, traveling from that private place through her whole body.

The numbing pleasure was like solid stones, one after another, striking her marrow, fusing into her bones, piercing her blood vessels, seeping into her blood. Every most sensitive nerve ending of her clitoris was roused, and her whole body seemed to open up, pleasure pouring through her unimpeded.

The High-Rank Omega’s Heat Cycle finally erupted fully at this moment, reaching a peak unprecedented in ten years, almost breaking through the fixed limits of this world.

Liu Zhaoran could feel the back of her neck throbbing, its hidden Scent Gland Opening fully open, releasing the purest Pheromones.

She took the initiative, seducing her Alpha. She coerced, making her Alpha submit to her, bestowing the most blazing madness.

Song Nanyin drifted in a haze, aware only that the channel where her fingers lay was clenching tighter and tighter, the soft flesh inside seeming to come alive, clinging tightly to every knuckle. Faintly, raised threadlike ridges pulsed inside, coiled and tangled like Earth Veins.

Liu Zhaoran was about to come; Song Nanyin could sense it. She held her buttocks and lifted her head to suck the scorching clitoris. Caught in the surge of lust, she unconsciously raised her lower body slightly to meet the movement of Liu Zhaoran’s lips.

Each tugged at the other’s senses and pleasure. Liu Zhaoran knew Song Nanyin was close too. She applied a little force, pinching the tip of the little bud, hard enough to hurt. Song Nanyin’s body jolted, her entrance contracting, clamping tight around the fingers buried deep inside her.

“Mmm…” Dazed, Song Nanyin clenched her teeth. Whether unintentional or in retaliation, the clitoris held between her lips was bitten hard and pulled outward. Liu Zhaoran threw her head back, her neck drawn into a long line, the butterfly valley of her back arching out, like a butterfly about to spread its wings.

The wind stirred, and a buzz rang in her ears.

Pheromones that no outsider could ever detect merged and interwove at this moment, twining together into a sweet fragrance.

Liu Zhaoran’s legs went weak; the climax brought her body a feeling of losing control.

Her high-arched buttocks slowly lowered, still being kissed and held in Song Nanyin’s mouth.

The sound of swallowing fluids was not loud, yet amid the noise, it became the only sound the two of them could clearly hear.