Compatibility - Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Soaking in the hot spring was both relaxation and exertion, and with these "physical" activities added into the process, the energy consumed naturally doubled as well.

The sky gradually darkened, the sun fell, replaced by a bright white moon. The light that landed on them no longer carried a generous warmth; in its place came the chill unique to the end of December. Yet this chill didn't reach the core, because the hot spring around them was still extremely hot.

This chill was more like a cup of hot water wrapped in ice. The surroundings were cold, yet the cold couldn't blow through the warmth within.

After reaching their peak, Song Nanyin and Liu Zhaoran didn't separate right away. In that same position, they held each other, a bath towel spread beneath them, and lay there on the ground.

At this moment, neither had any heart for playfulness. They simply embraced, listening to each other's satisfied breaths in the afterglow, with the occasional chatter of passing travelers as background.

Mountain springs, small paths, clinging vines, noise.

This feeling brought a comfort the city lacked, and it was truly reflected in their limp, post-climax bodies.

Song Nanyin came back to her senses. Without moving her body much, she only lifted her head to look at the person nestled in her arms. Liu Zhaoran still had her eyes closed. Her unfurrowed brows and the blush on her cheeks made her look alluringly sated.

Her hand lay casually on Song Nanyin's shoulder, their legs loosely intertwined, their private parts still pressed together. Equally moist, equally soft. Just pressed together without any extra physiological reaction, like a warm, tender fusion.

This wasn't the first time the two of them had embraced after making love, yet at this moment, Song Nanyin felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. This satisfaction didn't come from the sex itself, but from the person beside her.

Song Nanyin had always been vague about how to define herself and Liu Zhaoran. To outsiders, they were a mismatched superior and subordinate. As for their real relationship, the broad word "friends" was the best way to describe it.

But friends didn't have sex, didn't blend together so intensely. Liu Zhaoran possessed a secret unique to herself, which meant their relationship could no longer be defined by friendship.

Song Nanyin, you've really gone and done it now.

That was what Song Nanyin thought after sorting through her chaotic thoughts a little. She had always been a straight woman. In Chai Yue's words, she looked like the type who had never had any untoward thoughts about women, as straight as an iron rod. Even if a lesbian wanted to randomly bend one, she was the type they'd have a hard time choosing.

How to put it... after having all kinds of things happen with Liu Zhaoran, in order to enrich her technique, Song Nanyin had also looked into matters between women a little.

The first few key points she encountered were: lesbians on average all love "older sisters," and you never know the gold value of "older sister" and "auntie" in a lesbian's heart.

Along with that famous saying: never touch straight women, stay far away from straight women.

Song Nanyin thought it over. She was 28, still young, looked like she was in her early twenties. She shouldn't count as the "auntie" type, right? Besides, she herself was a straight woman. Hadn't she stepped on every single one of a lesbian's red flags?

But wasn't Liu Zhaoran, that Black-Hearted Lotus, also a straight woman?

Between the two of them, straight crashing into straight, there was no way to argue who bent whom.

The reason she thought of all this was that Song Nanyin's tsundere mentality was gradually receding. As an adult, there was nothing wrong with being honest, because no matter how much you avoided it, some things still had to be faced.

She seemed to have fallen for Liu Zhaoran, fallen for this woman she kept calling Black-Hearted Lotus. How to put it... Liu Zhaoran was beautiful, capable at work, had outstanding presence, and had a pretty good temper too?

Liking her wasn't shameful.

Song Nanyin was lost in wild thoughts, and at that moment, Liu Zhaoran finally emerged from the afterglow. She shifted her body, raised her head, and met Song Nanyin's earnest, grim, deeply aggrieved expression.

The Little Lion had striking features, with features and contours that were deeply defined. To the point that even her current bare-faced state was overwhelmingly beautiful. Just opening her eyes and seeing a face like that turned toward her made Liu Zhaoran feel like she had done something to provoke the Little Lion again.

"Why is Team Leader Song looking at me like that?"

"Who was looking at you? I was just thinking about something. You weren't even in my eyes."

There it was. The moment she opened her mouth, the act broke in a second, turning her from a cold, glamorous queen lion into a dazed Foolish Lion.

"Team Leader Song, let's go back. We've stayed here too long; it's a bit stuffy." Liu Zhaoran said softly. In truth, she also felt her next round of heat coming on. She was a High-Rank Omega, and heat cycles generally lasted about three days. Liu Zhaoran naturally didn't want to spend three days in the hot spring pool. The final battlefield should be back in the room.

"Mm, can you get up on your own?" Song Nanyin glanced at Liu Zhaoran's soft, limp appearance and felt that this person seemed much more fragile today. It wasn't an illusion; Liu Zhaoran really was somewhat weak.

She stood up, her full breasts gently swaying. Only then did Song Nanyin see that she really had hurt her. Her nipple tips were scraped raw and red by the tree bark, and her waist was flushed red all over from being squeezed hard.

Song Nanyin had no memory of it at the time, and hadn't thought she would use so much force that she'd hurt her. Seeing it now, she immediately felt it was too much. Of course, there was also some plainly excessive heartache.

So, liking and not liking really were different feelings.

"Does it hurt? I brought medicine. When we get back to the room, I'll apply some for you." Song Nanyin muttered quietly, the roots of her ears slightly red. She still couldn't naturally show concern, but Liu Zhaoran noticed.

"Team Leader Song feels sorry for me." Liu Zhaoran said with a smile, her tone very smug, to the point that Song Nanyin's thin skin was scraped off a good layer, and her whole face turned thoroughly red.

"You're not allowed to say another word." Song Nanyin felt that any rebuttal would be labeled tsundere by Liu Zhaoran. Besides, wasn't that most superficial kind of tsundere easily seen through now? She certainly didn't want to say that kind of thing.

Song Nanyin was keenly aware that being tsundere was easily exposed, so she simply didn't speak. She draped the bathrobe over Liu Zhaoran and, carrying both their things, walked back to the room. There weren't many people on the way anymore, but Song Nanyin still wasn't used to walking around in a bathrobe with nothing on underneath.

She thought about it. What if some bratty kid came running over and accidentally pulled off their bathrobes?

And so, imagination turned into fear. Every bratty kid became a dangerous individual, as if holding a cannon. Every time she passed one, Song Nanyin would grip tightly at the sashes of her own and Liu Zhaoran's bathrobes.

"What is Team Leader Song doing?" Liu Zhaoran was amused by Song Nanyin's strange behavior. She scratched Song Nanyin's palm, and Song Nanyin dodged, bumping Liu Zhaoran's shoulder with her head.

What are you doing? That tickles.

She had no free hands for anything else; she was busy "fighting."

"I'm afraid those bratty kids might accidentally pull off our bathrobes." Song Nanyin muttered quietly. Liu Zhaoran listened and nodded with slight understanding. Then, while no one was paying attention, her hand moved down and touched the little part between Song Nanyin's legs.

With no panties on, the little part naturally hung there, and it felt soft and pillowy to the touch. Excellent.

Song Nanyin could never have imagined that she'd be guarding against those bratty kids, yet fail to guard against Liu Zhaoran, that bratty woman. Her steps faltered, and she immediately raised her hand to smack Liu Zhaoran's hand away.

"Black-Hearted Lotus, if you don't want your hand, you don't need to use such a brave method."

"Sorry, but Team Leader Song looked so interesting just now. If I didn't create some sort of unexpected incident, I'd feel like I was letting down your full-scale vigilance. Hands are very important, so Team Leader Song had better not harbor any ill intentions toward my hand."

Liu Zhaoran's words carried layers of meaning. Especially when she spoke of hands, those phoenix eyes lit up, drifting mischievously.

Song Nanyin ignored her and simply grabbed her hand, leading her quickly back to the room. Miss Sakurano was thoughtful; she had already prepared food for the two of them and set it on the table, along with the wine that Liu Zhaoran, that fussy one, insisted on drinking.

She still remembered how, when Liu Zhaoran said the name of the wine, she had kept squeezing her with her body.

That wine instantly took on a slightly lewd meaning.

"Does Team Leader Song want to eat first?" Back in the room, Liu Zhaoran stopped pretending. She directly took off the uncomfortable bathrobe and stood bare before her. Song Nanyin glanced at her body, then at the food on the table.

She was actually a bit hungry, but Song Nanyin felt that this meal wouldn't be eaten. At least, not now.

"Has Team Leader Song smelled the special scent on me? I remember that every time you smelled it before, you would feel something." Liu Zhaoran said softly, not turning back to look at Song Nanyin, but boldly walking over to the balcony edge.

The curtains weren't drawn. The room was on the 7th floor, facing the sea and the beach. If someone looked over from that direction, they might be able to see the unique "scenery" here.

Song Nanyin thought this, yet felt that the scent in the air belonging to Liu Zhaoran had indeed grown stronger. She hadn't noticed it just now, but at this moment, in the relatively enclosed space, she suddenly realized with a start that in just a few minutes, the room had overflowed with Liu Zhaoran's scent.

It should have been a faint grass-smoke scent, but because it was so thick, it had become overwhelmingly present.

The watered iris branches on the balcony hung with water droplets. Plop. They fell onto the floor tiles. The falling liquid seemed also steeped in Liu Zhaoran's breath.

The familiar feeling came. Song Nanyin felt her nape swell, as if something buried inside was throbbing and leaping. She found the heat and pain unbearable. Her nape was like that, and so were the extra part below and her cunt.

So hot, so burning. But as long as she was close to Liu Zhaoran, the feeling eased a little.

Song Nanyin forgot how she had walked to the balcony edge, at what speed, with what expression. How had she pressed the person against the balcony glass and entered her body?

When she came back to her senses, Liu Zhaoran was already held in her arms, their private parts tightly connected, the heat steaming up like a small ring of a barrier around the boundary between them.

"Team Leader Song, not eating dinner anymore?" Liu Zhaoran panted softly. She was clearly already eating, yet she was still talking about a different dinner.

So greedy. Bad.

Don't think I don't know what she's thinking.

"We'll eat after we do it." Song Nanyin muttered quietly. Liu Zhaoran smiled and deliberately contracted her buttocks, squeezing the little part tight.

"Alright then. It seems that in Team Leader Song's heart, I'm more delicious than dinner. I'm very happy." Liu Zhaoran leaned her body forward, her breasts rubbing against the clear glass, making squish-squish sounds.

Song Nanyin didn't like that sound, so she held Liu Zhaoran, both hands gripping her fair, tender breasts, and with a thrust of her waist, buried herself deep from behind again.

"Mm... Team Leader Song is... especially... proactive today. Do you like doing this to me that much? The condoms we brought haven't been used, but... there's no need, right? I've already been creampied by Team Leader Song. You... ah... mmm..."

Liu Zhaoran had a beautiful voice. When doing this kind of thing, her voice not only held its usual noble clarity, but also mingled with hoarseness and arousal. Extremely sexy.

Song Nanyin wouldn't allow her to speak, wouldn't allow her voice to bewitch her. She extended her tongue and repeatedly licked Liu Zhaoran's nape, where her scent was the strongest.

She felt like something was wrong with her. Why did she find Liu Zhaoran's nape so especially fragrant, and why did she very much want to bite it?

Perhaps her intention was too obvious and had given too much away. Liu Zhaoran noticed, and she was willing to satisfy her.

"Team Leader Song keeps rubbing there with her nose. It's so itchy. Do you want to take a bite? If Team Leader Song wants to, you can bite down. Just like a vampire. Team Leader Song, bite me."

Liu Zhaoran proactively lowered her head, offering an invitation to an Alpha who was completely unaware of the truth. It was the most blatant seduction.

A vampire, no.

This was an Omega's invitation to an Alpha.

She needed Song Nanyin's shallow marking, so that the heat cycle would make her more satisfied and more joyful.

Liu Zhaoran curled her lips and released more pheromones. She arched her buttocks high, tempting Song Nanyin to bury herself inside her.

Deep.

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