During a heat cycle, an Omega with insufficient stamina would often feel exhausted. But a high-rank Omega naturally possessed a certain amount of mental power and physical stamina, and Liu Zhaoran kept up a year-round fitness regimen on top of that. She wouldn’t suffer excessive loss of strength; on the contrary, that single satisfaction had eased the parched craving of her heat, and her body gradually regained some strength.

The aftershocks were drawn out by slow, gentle licks, and the tears gathered in her eyes formed a blurred, watery haze. Liu Zhaoran lay on top of Song Nanyin, savoring the afterglow, one hand lightly stroking the little appendage that stood stiff because it had yet to be released.

She admitted that she had done it on purpose. Liu Zhaoran knew very well that during her heat cycle, a single orgasm could never satisfy her, and Song Nanyin’s stamina didn’t reach the standard of a true Alpha. Too many orgasms would therefore leave Song Nanyin exhausted, and Liu Zhaoran didn’t want that; to satisfy herself, she could only make the Little Lion suffer. Liu Zhaoran had it all figured out, except for one thing she’d forgotten: most of the time, pheromones are beyond anyone’s control, and an Alpha is likewise a being that easily slips beyond control.

Her body was suddenly scooped up, the force so great that Liu Zhaoran couldn’t react for a moment. Before she could even figure out what had happened, she was pressed against the tree in the hot spring pool.

The somewhat rough tree bark scraped against her skin, and her nipples hurt badly from the friction. Liu Zhaoran let out a soft whimper, and before she could grow used to the pain, her body was suddenly and forcefully penetrated from behind.

The thing that pushed into her was hot and scalding, and along with it came a spray of hot breath at her ear and a satisfied sigh. Only then did Liu Zhaoran notice that the orange scent in the air had grown very thick, almost to the point of wrapping around and absorbing her own pheromones.

Those were Song Nanyin’s pheromones. At such a concentration, it was the amount released only during a heat cycle.

“Team Leader Song? You… ah… mm…” Liu Zhaoran hadn’t figured out what was happening as the person behind her hugged her around the waist. One hand pressed at her side, and the other locked tight around her lower belly.

What followed was fierce, rapid penetration and pounding.

“You bullied me, Black-Hearted Lotus, you… mm… serve you right, you… ah…” Song Nanyin spoke in a daze, her awareness adrift far away. She didn’t even know what she was saying herself.

Her body was driven by desire. Her brain clearly thought that what she was doing at this moment was shameful and crude, yet Song Nanyin couldn’t stop. So hot. Everything inside her body was hot, as if someone were holding a torch, walking back and forth inside her, burning everywhere.

Her brain was covered in a layer of mist, her wits wrapped inside it, leaving her unable to think. Bully Liu Zhaoran. Take back every orgasm she had refused to give her. Her clitoris felt so good; the sensation of thrusting inside Liu Zhaoran was unexpectedly delightful.

At this moment, Song Nanyin seemed to have forgotten the change in her own body, only thinking it was her clitoris rubbing, pushed into a wet, soft cavity and wrapped tightly on all sides by Liu Zhaoran’s body.

With only a shred of reason left, she couldn’t think about how such a small clitoris could be pushing into a vagina; the pleasure her body felt was no different from rubbing her clitoris.

It was the ultimate pleasure of eight thousand nerve endings roused all at once, sliding tingling and numb up her spine into her brain. Her whole body trembled.

“Black-Hearted Lotus, your… your scent smells so good… mm, my clitoris feels so good squeezed by you.” Song Nanyin murmured, skirting around the thing that shamed her. In her subconscious, imagining the little appendage as her clitoris let her chase pleasure even more wantonly.

She didn’t know what Liu Zhaoran had used, why she smelled so sweet, why her neck smelled so wonderful. She wanted to…

She wanted to take a bite.

Song Nanyin thought dazedly, unable to understand the reason, unaware that she was being driven by Alpha instinct. She pressed Liu Zhaoran down hard, brushed her long hair aside, and poked out the tip of her tongue to lick the spot where the scent was richest.

She found it.

“Team Leader Song… lighter… it hurts… you’re hurting me.”

Liu Zhaoran hadn’t expected Song Nanyin to slip into her heat cycle, and even less had she expected that the ordinarily gentle Little Lion, once she rose in rebellion, would turn so ferocious.

Liu Zhaoran didn’t actually dislike Song Nanyin’s assertiveness at this moment, because the feeling of being fucked so hard wasn’t actually unpleasant.

Song Nanyin’s part fit her with a heaven-blessed compatibility, and an Alpha’s pheromones could bring her the most effective comfort. It could be said that Song Nanyin, now in her heat cycle, was the best antidote Liu Zhaoran could have asked for.

But an Alpha’s strength was really a bit too much. Pinned down by Song Nanyin, she couldn’t resist at all, and besides… her chest scraping against the bark hurt terribly; there was a good chance it had been scraped raw.

Liu Zhaoran frowned slightly. As her scent gland opening was licked by the Alpha, Omega instinct made her involuntarily shrink her neck back, trying to resist the other’s bite. Liu Zhaoran had thought about letting Song Nanyin inject her pheromones, but absolutely not at a moment when the other’s consciousness was this scattered.

As things stood now, both she and Song Nanyin were in their heat cycles, with no contraceptive measures of any kind. If Song Nanyin knotted and came inside her, it could very likely result in permanent marking.

That was an outcome Liu Zhaoran didn’t want to see.

“Team Leader Song, it hurts, I hurt so much… mm… don’t…” Liu Zhaoran twisted her body, straining to throw her head back and dodge Song Nanyin’s licking. She clenched her buttocks, clamping around the little appendage making mischief inside her, squeezing that fragile thing tightly.

“Mm… Black-Hearted Lotus, don’t… like this… my clitoris… my clitoris can’t take it anymore.” Song Nanyin trembled all over, even her knees buckling. It was too hot inside Liu Zhaoran, the surroundings like a net scorched hot by an electric current, binding that part of her body tightly on every side.

Inside there was so much wanton flesh quivering and sucking, and so many strange threadlike ridges contracting. They pressed in on her from every direction. Song Nanyin had never felt anything like it; it was more stimulating than touching her “clitoris” with any tool.

She couldn’t escape, couldn’t pull out, couldn’t dodge. Advancing slowly only left her numb and tingly from the suction. Only by thrusting quickly, driven by craving and instinct, could she gain a little relief.

The too-rapid thrusting drew out a drizzling of juice, and Liu Zhaoran could hear the squishy sounds of fluid and mucous membrane being squeezed.

In the open-air hot spring pool, it wasn’t exactly a quiet sound. Any adult who heard it could probably easily guess what was happening.

The little appendage’s size wasn’t anything special, but Liu Zhaoran adored its shape. It was soft with a cottony spring to it, no sharp angles; every part of it was rounded and full. Like a lollipop: a slender shaft with a plump, round candy of a head that made its presence very much known.

As someone who had tasted it firsthand, only Liu Zhaoran had the authority to speak. She knew that on an ordinary day, the little appendage was absolutely not as full as it was at this moment; during the heat cycle, it had actually swollen a whole size larger.

The little appendage stood stiff and triumphant, its protruding tip engorged with blood, its rim flared wide. The upward-curved tip was perfectly suited to grinding against the most sensitive flesh on Liu Zhaoran’s inner walls, and sensitive spot after sensitive spot was rubbed and swept over again and again, every inch of Earth Veins ground flat before reviving.

The back-and-forth became a simple, repeating motion, yet it was far from simple, because the rim ground over every inch of folds without missing a single one. The honeyed juice dripping from her little hole was carried out by the little appendage, spreading wet and sticky from the cleft of her buttocks down toward the tops of her thighs.

Obscene. Sticky. Wet. Scorching.

This heat gradually steamed upward from inside her depths.

“Team Leader Song, I… mm… ah… Team Leader Song.” Her usual ease could no longer be maintained at this moment. Liu Zhaoran reached one hand back, hooked it around Song Nanyin’s neck, and pulled her into a tight embrace.

At this moment, Liu Zhaoran felt like a snake in the act of mating, twining around Song Nanyin. She wanted more, and yet she feared she couldn’t withstand an even fiercer pounding.

“Black-Hearted Lotus, I’m about to come.” Song Nanyin murmured softly, not knowing whether she meant herself or Liu Zhaoran. Indeed, with their bodies so tightly joined, their pleasure had become a single cord. Pull one end, and the other end would feel the pull too, sharing the sensation.

The little appendage’s thrusts grew fiercer and fiercer. Song Nanyin had never known that merely rubbing her “clitoris” like this could bring such intense pleasure. It was as if something were about to come out of her body, a great deal of it, and burning hot.

The pleasure mounted higher and higher, gathering in the pit of both their bellies into a knot of fire, its scorching sparks raining down in a rush. Just then, a short knock suddenly sounded, and the voice of a third person came in, snapping both their drifting minds back in an instant.

Song Nanyin’s dazed eyes gradually regained clarity. She immediately realized the position she was in with Liu Zhaoran, and thinking of where the “clitoris” pleasure she had just felt had come from, her face turned red in an instant.

How… how could she… how could she have gone and fucked the Black-Hearted Lotus? And so eagerly, using that part of her?

Song Nanyin began to doubt herself, unable even to recall what she had been thinking when she did something so rash. There was a gap in her consciousness, and with the outsider’s arrival, Song Nanyin instinctively wanted to pull out.

Liu Zhaoran sensed her intention in advance, clamped down tight, and wouldn’t let her escape.

“Team Leader Song, do you have the heart to leave me here like this? Don’t go. At least… not now.” Liu Zhaoran’s breathing was ragged, as if she still hadn’t emerged from the quaking pleasure.

“A-Ran? Miss Song? What wine would you like with tonight’s sushi and sashimi?” Sakurano Jiyu received no reply from the two, so she raised her voice a little to ask. At her words, Song Nanyin startled and trembled, and the little appendage buried inside Liu Zhaoran actually began to soften.

She racked her brains for how she would explain what she and Liu Zhaoran were doing if Sakurano Jiyu pushed the door open. Friends with benefits? Or: they had suddenly felt the urge while soaking in the hot spring, so the two straight women were comforting each other?

No, no, that wasn’t it. No matter what, the excuse wasn’t the important thing. Wasn’t the important thing explaining why she had a little appendage at all?

Otherwise, should she say it was a sex toy? A high-tech Japanese gadget? But no matter what, a toy this realistic was just too absurd. Song Nanyin turned over countless excuses in her mind and, in the middle of thinking, cursed Liu Zhaoran countless times, feeling that if this Black-Hearted Lotus hadn’t lured her into doing it here, none of this awkwardness would have come up.

Perhaps sensing Song Nanyin’s panic, Liu Zhaoran tilted her head, kissed the corner of her mouth, and shamelessly clamped down harder. Song Nanyin glared at her. Of all times, couldn’t this damn woman be serious?

“Don’t worry, Team Leader Song. Miss Sakurano won’t come in. Besides, I locked the door. What are you afraid of?” Liu Zhaoran explained in a low voice, but because she was steeped in lust, her voice was very hoarse, carrying an air of allure. Like a windmill sprinkled with water, even the wind it blew came out damp.

“Miss Sakurano, sake will be fine. Also, my friend really likes salmon, so please prepare some extra.” Liu Zhaoran, the water-sprinkled windmill, cleared her throat, trying hard to make her voice sound normal. As Song Nanyin listened to her chatting so naturally with the person outside, she kept clenching her buttocks, squeezing that thing of hers.

Song Nanyin’s lower lip trembled. Barely able to hold back, she let out a light gasp, and afraid the person outside would hear, she could only take Liu Zhaoran’s earlobe between her lips and release a long breath through her nose.

Sakurano Jiyu finally left, but Song Nanyin still didn’t move. Liu Zhaoran knew that Song Nanyin had probably recovered some of her senses and was now busy feeling shy.

“Why isn’t Team Leader Song moving? Bring out the momentum you had when you were fucking me just now.” Adding fuel to the fire, pouring oil on the flames: when it came to teasing a lion, Liu Zhaoran was a true expert.

“Do you hear what you’re saying? You really are shameless.” Song Nanyin muttered under her breath, thinking Liu Zhaoran truly had the thickest skin.

“But I think Team Leader Song looked very charming just now. Without a word, you pressed me hard against the tree and used that thing of yours to bully me ruthlessly. My chest was scraped raw just now, and it hurts terribly at the moment. If Team Leader Song doesn’t give me my release, all I’ll have left is the pain.”

“I… I don’t remember.” At Liu Zhaoran’s words, Song Nanyin felt embarrassed at once. She half-wondered if she had a split personality, because otherwise, why did she have no memory at all of the “rough” self Liu Zhaoran was talking about?

“Then let me have Team Leader Song feel. Touch and see, and you’ll know whether I’m lying. Here, scraped raw. And here, broken too. It all hurts.” Liu Zhaoran took Song Nanyin’s hand, slid it up across her belly, and pressed it against the scraped nipple.

It wasn’t fake. The rough tree bark really had hurt Liu Zhaoran there. It didn’t feel serious to the touch, but the actual wounds were somewhat shocking; Song Nanyin just couldn’t see them at the moment.

“Then why don’t you go put some medicine on it? There’s no medicine on my hands.”

“But… I haven’t come yet. Team Leader Song pushed into me without even wearing a condom, treated me so roughly, and in the end won’t even give me my release.”

Liu Zhaoran sounded extremely wronged as she said this, in a tone that made it seem that if Song Nanyin didn’t feel like a heinous, unforgivable criminal after hearing it, she would be the one being terribly unreasonable. Song Nanyin had no way to deal with her, so she could only shift awkwardly.

“Then… then hurry up.”

“Alright. Then Team Leader Song can hold my breasts and thrust in from behind. They’re soft here; you’ll get more sensation if you touch them while you do it. Though mine aren’t as big as yours, they should feel pretty good in your hands.”

Liu Zhaoran stated her advantages in all seriousness, then arched her buttocks up of her own accord, bracing her arms on the tree trunk. Her waist was slender, which made the pretty butterfly dimples at the small of her back stand out sharply, and the groove of her spine was deep and sensual.

Song Nanyin looked down and saw her own pubic bone pressed against Liu Zhaoran’s buttocks, saw the little appendage faintly peeking out from where they joined. Only at this moment did she have the real sensation that a part of her body was inside Liu Zhaoran.

So good. So warm. She wanted so much more.

Her brain and her reason were both rejecting this. A voice in her heart told her that she was a woman, that she shouldn’t use this part to do this kind of thing, that it was always a little strange.

But the pleasure of her body and the scent all around kept persuading her to continue, to drive this part into Liu Zhaoran’s body again and again, so that both of them could obtain the ultimate delight.

Song Nanyin stared blankly at the hot spring to one side. The spring water reflected the two of them in their current pose. Bodies joined, they were like beasts in heat, coupling out in the open.

Song Nanyin drove her hips forward, fulfilling Liu Zhaoran’s wish.

Desire was ignited once more, and the accumulated itch finally found relief. Liu Zhaoran tilted her head back and let out a dense stream of soft moans. Song Nanyin’s eyes were red, tears forced out again and again by the physical pleasure.

This wasn’t the first time they had been so intimate, but no other time had been fiercer or more sensitive than this.

Song Nanyin trembled harder and harder. At the place where the two of them joined, more and more fluid splashed out, love juice streaked with a pale, scalding white.

“Liu Zhaoran… Zhaoran… mm… I’m… I’m… I’m about to…” Song Nanyin couldn’t hold on. She bent over Liu Zhaoran and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tight. The little appendage buried in her vagina pulsed and swelled, finally pressing deep against her cervix, reaching a depth never reached before.

“Team Leader Song, you may… stay inside me.” Liu Zhaoran panted urgently and, at the very end, clenched her buttocks and refused to let go. A hot tear fell on Liu Zhaoran’s shoulder, and an even hotter liquid spilled inside her.

Hot.