After several hours of exertion, Song Nanyin’s stamina was somewhat depleted. After this climax, she lay limp on the bed, unmoving, like a young lion cub that had eaten too much and only wanted to rest. No one was going to make her move again.

Liu Zhaoran lay by her side, eyes half-closed, drawing in Song Nanyin’s pheromones from the air, resting her hand on her full breast and kneading it gently. The restless gesture made Song Nanyin unable to stop herself from shooting her a look, then raising her hand and slapping hers away.

“What are you doing? I’m so tired.” Song Nanyin muttered softly, hoping Liu Zhaoran would pay attention to the time. The two had been at it since five in the afternoon, and it was now eleven at night, nearly six hours of effort.

Even if two women had no refractory period, overindulging was still not a good thing, right? They were twenty-eight at the very most, not yet at that “thirty like wolves, forty like tigers” age…

“But I’m not satisfied yet. Won’t Team Leader Song help me anymore?”

Liu Zhaoran spoke softly, the pitiful words delivered in her usual tone. Clear and gentle, like a mature older sister coaxing you, landing at the ear and making even the eardrum tremble with itch.

It wasn’t that Song Nanyin didn’t want to; after all, Liu Zhaoran really did look beautiful when she climaxed. In the past, making love had been purely about physical desire. Now that she had sensed those unclear feelings she harbored toward Liu Zhaoran, making love was no longer simple.

It had risen from carnal desire to a longing of the heart.

“Can’t you rest for a bit and do it tomorrow? Doing it too much isn’t good either.” Song Nanyin couldn’t bear to refuse Liu Zhaoran, but she was truly too tired, so she could only raise her hand and hug the woman.

Song Nanyin’s rare initiative in intimacy made Liu Zhaoran freeze for a moment, her body softening in her arms. For an Omega in heat, the brief retreat of the hot surge was rest time, and at the next flare-up, all the cravings would regroup and charge again.

Because of their innate physical superiority, Alphas tended to have greater strength and endurance during heat cycles, whereas Omegas were exactly the opposite, often needing large amounts of nutritional supplements to replenish their strength.

But now, Liu Zhaoran felt that her situation and Song Nanyin’s were exactly reversed. She herself was full of energy, while Song Nanyin, the Alpha, lay in bed crying that she had no strength left.

Could stamina also be related to pheromone rank? If so, then it was understandable.

“In that case, I won’t force Team Leader Song.” Liu Zhaoran said, suddenly getting off the bed. Her tone was very calm, which at a time like this sounded somewhat displeased.

Song Nanyin thought she was angry and hurriedly looked up. Liu Zhaoran had simply gone to the side of the suitcase and taken a sterile box out of the side pocket before coming back.

After the box was opened, a pink soft object lay inside.

It was a soft cylinder, somewhat full at the front end. And in the middle section, there was also a small round opening like a suction cup.

As a mature woman herself, Song Nanyin recognized at a glance that this was probably something for self-pleasure. She stared at Liu Zhaoran with her mouth agape, as if she had never imagined this person would bring such a thing…

“You… where did you get this?” For a moment, Song Nanyin didn’t know how she ought to feel. She was Liu Zhaoran’s bed partner, and the other woman had come traveling with her, ah no, on a business trip, and had even brought this kind of thing.

As if she had guessed in advance that Song Nanyin wouldn’t be up to it?

But she had worked hard for six hours; she wasn’t exactly weak, was she?

This was the first time Song Nanyin doubted her abilities in certain areas.

She stared blankly at the toy, unable to speak.

The irises on the balcony drooped their branches and leaves; the night wind shook a leaf loose and it fell onto the floor tiles. Then it was blown up, leaving behind the rich soil and roots that had once let it flourish so luxuriantly, floating as it slowly descended from the seventh floor.

Because it was too far from the sea, it probably couldn’t drift into the water. Therefore, the romantic picture was greatly diminished.

“Team Leader Song, I bought this after I got here; I didn’t bring it specially.” As if she could see the doubt in Song Nanyin’s eyes, Liu Zhaoran explained. Song Nanyin only then had a sudden realization… so earlier, when Liu Zhaoran had stopped in front of some machine, it wasn’t to buy water, but to buy this kind of thing.

Good grief, what a one… the first thing she bought after arriving in Japan turned out to be a sex toy…

“Then, you want to… use this now?”

“Because Team Leader Song is tired, I’ll have to do it myself. But I want Team Leader Song to control the pace for me. Not too fast, I won’t be able to take it.”

Saying this, Liu Zhaoran handed the remote control for the little toy to Song Nanyin, then lay down beside her, draping one leg over hers. Liu Zhaoran’s body temperature was scorching, even more so than before in the hot spring pool.

In fact, Song Nanyin had long noticed that Liu Zhaoran’s body temperature was unusual today, always so hot.

“Team Leader Song, I’ve put it in. Mmm… this toy is a bit thick. Luckily it’s very wet inside, and there’s still what you shot in there. You can press the switch now.”

Song Nanyin lay flat on her back, offering her ear. Liu Zhaoran turned sideways, holding her like that, whispering at her ear, saying utterly filthy words.

They were truly embarrassing words, but at a time like this, Song Nanyin was too lazy to investigate or think. What she could feel with her body was Liu Zhaoran’s warmth pressed against her, her suddenly dense scent, and the hot breath she exhaled as it landed on her ear.

Her hand slid gently, her fingertip moving over the remote’s button with a faint rough friction, and then she pressed it lightly, gear one.

The benefit of a high-end toy was that it was truly silent, able to block out those embarrassing sounds. It made this self-pleasuring process one in which only her own voice could really be heard, rather than some buzzing hum.

Song Nanyin blushed, holding the remote in her hand as if she were gripping a medal, and Liu Zhaoran was a prize more important than any medal.

“Team Leader Song, ah… Team Leader Song.” Liu Zhaoran hummed softly, turning such an ordinary form of address into something infinitely alluring. She twisted her body, actively rubbing over.

The heat pressed against every pore, and the skin she touched broke out in a layer of fine goosebumps. As if her skin tissue itself had been conquered by her as well, becoming a doll at her beck and call.

“Team Leader Song, I don’t want this. I prefer… mmm… I prefer being entered by you. Whether it’s your fingers or that part of you, I like both. But there’s no way… ah… Team Leader Song, I’m sorry.”

Liu Zhaoran’s words came in fragments, as if every sentence had to be split into several parts to be spoken. Those words were laced with soft moans and panting; in very vulgar terms, they were sexy and full of charm. It was a lure that no one with a normal sex drive could resist.

Song Nanyin was one of them, so much so that she was too timid to even turn her head for a look.

“Nanyin.” Suddenly, a faint whisper came at her ear. Song Nanyin had never known that her name could be called out in such a beautiful way. She suddenly understood the charm of a voice, and understood why Liu Zhaoran was the White Moonlight in so many people’s hearts.

And now, she lay by her side, having become hers.

Song Nanyin turned over to face Liu Zhaoran, holding her soft body in her arms, their long legs intertwined. Liu Zhaoran was covered in sweat, but Song Nanyin didn’t mind at all; she actually liked it.

Only now did she finally see how beautiful this person looked.

Immersed in lust, her eyes half-closed, she looked at her with a dazed, yearning gaze. From time to time, she would gently lift her hips, grinding against the little toy inside her.

Somehow, even though she herself was the one who had given up the initiative, at this moment Song Nanyin was actually a little jealous of this lifeless object.

The wind that had bullied the irises blew in through the balcony, cooling the sweat on Song Nanyin’s back, which was rather pleasant. She slid her hand along Liu Zhaoran’s spine, counting her bones and meridians.

She tilted her head up, black hair in disarray, cheeks flushed, coated in a thin layer of sweat. Song Nanyin watched, entranced, until Liu Zhaoran leaned over gently and rubbed her forehead against her cheek.

So docile and so soft. Song Nanyin had never imagined that one day Liu Zhaoran would fall into her arms like this, letting out soft moans of pleasure.

Her heart pounded wildly, and even her exhausted body revived at this moment. Song Nanyin kneaded Liu Zhaoran’s small yet lovely breasts with her hand, stroking the chafed red marks on them, pinching and pulling at her nipples.

“Team Leader Song… mmm…” With her sensitive spot suddenly toyed with, Liu Zhaoran panted finely, her voice rising at the end, like a fish tail swaying wantonly in the water. Her body trembled too, especially when Song Nanyin turned the gear up to the highest; the trembling became even more obvious.

“Call me what?” Song Nanyin rarely had a chance to tease. One hand passed under Liu Zhaoran’s neck, stroking her sweat-soaked back. The other hand wantonly kneaded her breasts, drawing out more vivid marks.

“Nanyin, Nanyin… it’s too much, slower, like this, I’m about to…” Liu Zhaoran tightly wrapped her legs around Song Nanyin’s, clearly somewhat unable to resist the stimulation brought by the little toy.

It had no life, knew no restraint, only obeyed the power switch, emitting strong and powerful vibrations. The small round opening crazily sucked at the badly swollen clitoris, while the silicone buried in her vaginal cavity also swayed, repeatedly twisting and rubbing against the tender flesh and earth veins inside, all the way to the fragile, sensitive cervical opening.

The sound of fluids churning was very distinct, rippling through the room.

“But you’re about to come.” Song Nanyin didn’t want to stop, because she thought Liu Zhaoran looked beautiful right now. She held her, letting her release her pleasure in her arms.

“I want to do it with Team Leader Song on the floor, feeling my bones knocking against the floorboards. And I want to do it with Team Leader Song in the bathroom. There are so many mirrors in there; we can see what we look like when we climax.”

“And I want to do it with Team Leader Song on the beach, where we’d be startled by passersby and be worried the whole time about being discovered. And I also want… to do it with Team Leader Song in… ah… mmm ah…”

Liu Zhaoran suddenly raised her voice, and the little toy buried inside her was yanked out abruptly, replaced by Song Nanyin’s fingers.

The fingers buried themselves deep inside. Worthy of being the body’s most nimble part, they scraped against the earth veins and tender flesh, while the thumb left outside rubbed her clitoris.

Liu Zhaoran hugged Song Nanyin tightly, savoring an intensity she had never experienced, her body nearly crushed to pieces by the excessive force of Song Nanyin’s embrace.

The climax came fast and fierce. Liu Zhaoran hugged Song Nanyin tightly, letting out satisfied sighs and moans. Then, her body soft, she was pulled off the bed by Song Nanyin.

Kneeling on the hard solid-wood floor, she was held by Song Nanyin and fiercely penetrated from behind.

Liu Zhaoran suddenly understood. So what she had just said was what Song Nanyin had wanted too. Look, she was already rushing to make it come true so quickly.