Compatibility - Chapter 50

Chapter 50

"Why did you call me up here?" On an otherwise unremarkable night of overtime, Song Nanyin walked over to Liu Zhaoran's floor, phone in hand, to ask her. Because a good deal of work had piled up, the two of them had been staying late every day to catch up, and today was no exception.

"I thought Team Leader Song had left me behind to go home alone again. I didn't expect you'd still be busy today."

Liu Zhaoran looked up from her documents at Song Nanyin. Seeing her bring up yesterday's matter again, Song Nanyin puffed out her cheeks. She had a feeling Liu Zhaoran would keep harping on that incident forever, as if Song Nanyin had done something terribly wrong to her.

But the truth was, Song Nanyin had done nothing at all. She had simply ended her overtime early and, thinking Liu Zhaoran was still busy, driven home by herself.

Who knew that a mature, twenty-eight-year-old "Director Liu" would feel so aggrieved over something like that? When she got home last night and saw her already showered and lying in bed, she had looked just like a little abandoned kitten.

So, since this morning, whenever the two of them talked, Liu Zhaoran never failed to bring up how Song Nanyin had "abandoned" her the day before. Having heard it so many times, Song Nanyin felt brainwashed, as if she really had been the one in the wrong.

"Come on, I already told you I'll wait for you from now on. Yesterday I was just too tired, so I left first and forgot to let you know." Song Nanyin explained guiltily. But part of the reason she had done that was also to get away from Liu Zhaoran.

"Is that so? I thought Team Leader Song was deliberately avoiding me." Liu Zhaoran gave Song Nanyin a meaningful look, then shifted her gaze away just as the other raised her head toward her.

"Why would I go out of my way to avoid you? Even if I avoid you at the office, I still have to see you once I get home."

Song Nanyin muttered under her breath. In truth, she wanted to move out but couldn't find a reason or an excuse. She always felt that once she raised it, Liu Zhaoran would definitely refuse, and so the idea of moving back to her own home had run aground.

"That's good, then. I ordered dinner. Let's eat a bit before getting back to work." Liu Zhaoran waved Song Nanyin over, and only then did she notice that dinner had already been laid out in the break room. It was from the restaurant Song Nanyin preferred, the one where the spicy dishes came out properly authentic.

Looking at the four dishes and a soup set out on the table, Song Nanyin meant to refuse, but Liu Zhaoran had already gotten up and taken her arm to lead her inside. Song Nanyin thought it over. She was indeed a little hungry, and besides, sharing a meal was no big deal. It wasn't as if eating with Liu Zhaoran would make her suffer heartbreak all over again.

The meal passed in silence, since neither of them was the type to talk much while eating. Song Nanyin finished first, and seeing Liu Zhaoran still drinking her soup, she thought about leaving ahead of her. Reading her intention, Liu Zhaoran set down her spoon.

"Team Leader Song, I still have some important things to discuss with you. Why don't you sit on the sofa for a while? I'll come over once I finish my soup." Liu Zhaoran's voice was very soft, as if the hot soup had smoothed her throat. It was pleasant to the ear.

Song Nanyin certainly wouldn't wait for her in there. She also felt that going to sit on the sofa and wait would be awkward.

"Then I'll wait for you out in the corridor. I can get some air at the same time. It's too stuffy in here." Having said that, Song Nanyin got up and left before Liu Zhaoran could say anything else. Seeing her deliberately avoid her again, a dark light gathered in Liu Zhaoran's eyes.

Because her relationship with Liu Zhaoran had "advanced by leaps and bounds," Song Nanyin was actually no stranger to Liu Zhaoran's floor. She had come up no small number of times during that earlier period.

By now, most of the company's employees had long since gone home, and the corridor lights hadn't been switched on. Her high heels clicked crisply, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. Song Nanyin stood at the balcony end of the corridor, elbows propped on the railing, looking out at the view beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Night permeated the air, neon blazing.

Many people said Jiahai City was more beautiful at night than by day, because in the daytime souls were all shackled to work, and only after clocking out in the evening did the true self find release. Song Nanyin didn't deny it, because right now she was one of the shackled.

The night view was lovely, but at this moment she had no mind to enjoy it.

"Has Team Leader Song run into something unhappy lately?" By this time, Liu Zhaoran had come out of the office. She had taken off her jacket and was wearing only a white blouse and dress pants, her black hair tied up, the whole look elegant and crisp.

Hearing this, Song Nanyin instinctively shook her head. It wasn't that something unhappy had happened recently; she had been unhappy for a very, very long time. And now the very culprit who made her unhappy had come over to ask her about it.

"Nothing. What could happen? It's just that work has been too tiring lately, overtime every day." Song Nanyin casually made up a lie. Such a lie might fool an ordinary person, but Liu Zhaoran didn't believe a word of it.

She remembered. Song Nanyin's low spirits hadn't started recently. She had seemed a little different back in Japan already. But at this moment, Liu Zhaoran chose not to call it out, instead leaning into her.

"If it's that work is too tiring, there's no harm in resting a little. Are your shoulders sore? Let me knead them for you." Liu Zhaoran squeezed in behind Song Nanyin, bracing herself against the stone pillar at her back so that Song Nanyin could lean on her.

The soft touch at her back made Song Nanyin a little uncomfortable. She wanted to say no need, but Liu Zhaoran had already set her hands on her shoulders and begun kneading gently.

"Team Leader Song, with the relationship the two of us have, you don't need to be so polite." Liu Zhaoran had drawn close at some point, and the hot breath of her words sprayed against the back of Song Nanyin's ear, making her shrink her neck in spite of herself.

Hot. Itchy.

"What nonsense are you talking? We're still at the company." Song Nanyin felt Liu Zhaoran's talent for spinning tall tales was about to start again. Even if there was no one around right now, the two of them were standing in the company corridor; it was hard to guarantee no one would walk past and overhear.

"Hm? Of course I know we're at the company. But it doesn't matter, does it? I just want Team Leader Song to feel a little more comfortable."

Liu Zhaoran's voice dropped low, as if she were speaking through breath alone. She deliberately released a little of her pheromones. A high-rank Omega's pheromones were highly concentrated, and within a few breaths they had spilled into the air all around.

"I already told you I'm not unhappy and I'm not uncomfortable. I'm just... just... mm..." Song Nanyin wanted to keep protesting, but Liu Zhaoran's next move gave her no way to speak.

The woman's lips were soft. She must have just had iced coffee, because her lips were a little cool against the back of Song Nanyin's neck, and it felt very pleasant. The space wasn't exactly sealed, yet across the whole vast corridor, Song Nanyin could still clearly smell Liu Zhaoran's scent.

Unlike any spice or perfume, it was a scent Song Nanyin had never smelled on anyone else, unique, belonging to Liu Zhaoran alone. It was hot and searing, always seeming to have a substance of its own. The moment she caught it, she was either standing in a raging flame or immersed in a hot spring.

Whichever it was, Liu Zhaoran's scent was a net, wrapping her up and binding her round and round. Song Nanyin felt a little defeated, angry at her own lack of backbone, angry that she was utterly helpless against Liu Zhaoran.

She had lost at love. They weren't lovers, but her body still responded to her.

She was the turtle in Liu Zhaoran's jar, and her own willing fish upon the hook.

"Team Leader Song, I want to make you comfortable, make you happy. From the day we came back from Japan until now, you've barely smiled." Liu Zhaoran's slow, soft voice drifted over. Just that one line made Song Nanyin's nose sting.

A person should be good to herself above all else, should love herself very much. But lately, she really couldn't manage to be happy. Her feelings for Liu Zhaoran were like ice that hadn't had time to freeze solid. The firm surface was only a disguise; it didn't even need a knock, a hard squeeze would crush it.

And then the sadness inside came pouring out in a rush.

It hadn't fully taken shape before it was forced to shatter.

"Black-Hearted Lotus, don't... not here. There are cameras." Song Nanyin realized Liu Zhaoran's hands were growing less and less well-behaved, one supporting her waist while the other circled at her collar. It was too obvious a hint, but hardly the kind of thing that should happen in a place like this.

"Team Leader Song has been to this floor many times, and you still haven't figured out the camera blind spots? The place you're standing isn't caught by the cameras. What's more, I don't plan to do anything excessive. I just want Team Leader Song to be a little happier."

Liu Zhaoran could smell the pheromones leaking from Song Nanyin, lively and restless, with a faint trace of sadness mixed in. The mouth could lie, but pheromones could not.

Song Nanyin had marked her; she was her Alpha. At least until the marking faded, her emotions were something she could sense.

"Undo them, okay?" Liu Zhaoran asked softly, but it was more like an announcement. She hooked her fingers at the buttons of Song Nanyin's blouse. As luck would have it, there had been a routine meeting this morning, so Song Nanyin had uncharacteristically worn formal attire.

A light gray suit and pencil skirt, a pale pink blouse underneath. It was very pretty, though the buttons were a bit of a hassle to undo. Liu Zhaoran popped them open one by one with her fingers, not undoing them all, just revealing her fair chest and the bra beneath.

The bra was pink too.

"Don't. Someone might see." Song Nanyin bit her lip and glanced at the cars and people passing below the floor-to-ceiling window. Liu Zhaoran smiled, leaned in to catch her earlobe between her lips and bite it gently, murmuring in her ear.

"No, they won't. We're this high up, and the lights are off. They can't see the two of us. At this hour, most of our colleagues have gotten off work, and no one is coming by either. Team Leader Song, your nipples are already hard. Are you still going to tough it out?"

Liu Zhaoran didn't restrain herself in the least. Instead, she slipped her hand in under the hem of the blouse and kneaded Song Nanyin's full, aroused breasts hard.

In bed, Liu Zhaoran never denied her fondness for Song Nanyin's breasts. They were so full and springy; whether lightly rubbed or firmly squeezed, they made for an excellent feel in her hand.

And every time her breasts were kneaded, every time her nipples were pinched, Song Nanyin's reactions were lovely to watch. Which made Liu Zhaoran want to pinch them even more.

Her restless fingertips slid slowly up along the underside of the breast. The bra came undone and hung loosely in place. Her fingers crossed the areola, caught the upraised nipple, and tugged.

"Ah... haa..." Song Nanyin leaned on Liu Zhaoran, or rather, nestled in her arms. Her trembling intensified, and her legs in their high heels shook as well.

Granted, as Liu Zhaoran said, the people downstairs really couldn't see them. But the glass reflected so well it was like a mirror, clearly showing the two of them as they were in that very moment.

The hem of her blouse was a mess, yet the suit jacket's buttons were still properly fastened. Her panties were wet through, and another part of her had responded too.

"Is Team Leader Song comfortable? Setting aside all your worries, I only want to know, are you comfortable right now?" Liu Zhaoran hadn't let go of the earlobe between her lips, so her voice carried straight into Song Nanyin's ear.

Comfortable? Naturally she was. Song Nanyin had never denied the pleasure Liu Zhaoran gave her in bed, the rocking passion, the countless thrills.

"Just... if you're going to do it, hurry up." At this point, Song Nanyin gave up resisting entirely. She simply handed the weight of her body over to Liu Zhaoran and leaned against her shoulder with her eyes closed.

"Then please lick them clean for me, Team Leader Song. I washed my hands, but licking them is safer. Sorry, the finger cots in my bag were used up for masturbating, and I haven't had time to buy new ones."

Liu Zhaoran explained quietly, her too-polite tone completely at odds with her words. Tears seeped from the corners of Song Nanyin's eyes. She tilted her head up gently, and Liu Zhaoran had already pushed her fingers into her mouth, stirring them lightly.

"Team Leader Song, lick both fingers clean." Liu Zhaoran said softly, her eyes looking straight at the scene reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window. When was a woman at her most beautiful? Or rather, when did Song Nanyin make Liu Zhaoran's heart race the most?

As an ABO human, Liu Zhaoran wasn't originally from this world. The line she drew between men and women wasn't that defined, since in her world, ABO was the primary way people were distinguished.

But Song Nanyin was a little different. In Liu Zhaoran's heart, she could never see Song Nanyin as an ordinary Alpha. She was a woman, a woman who made her feel deeply, who made her heart flutter in every way.

The way she looked at climax was beautiful. She was always so ready to bristle in everyday life, but when desire peaked, all Song Nanyin showed Liu Zhaoran was sexiness and allure.

Sweat always beaded heavily under her jaw. The corners of her eyes would cry red, her cheeks flushing a captivating pink.

It was the same now. Her lips parted, she held and kissed Liu Zhaoran's fingers, her not-so-agile tongue licking along the gaps between them.

Too shy to open her eyes, and yet her face was thick with seduction all the same. Her striking features hit hard, and with those perfect looks, such a little lion, and yet here she was, being tormented by her.

It itched a little, both body and heart.

"Team Leader Song, I'm going in." Liu Zhaoran said softly, pressing her fingers gently against Song Nanyin's tongue, rubbing them there a few times. She heard Song Nanyin's throat catch. She didn't push harder; instead, she used her other hand to lift the skirt.

The pencil skirt hugged tightly, and with Song Nanyin's pert bottom, pulling it up met with some difficulty. Liu Zhaoran simply unzipped the side zipper a little, and only then managed to tug the skirt up, revealing the panties inside, also pink.

The color was on the cute side, but the lace trim and the cutout design were quite sexy. At least it wasn't the sort a middle or high school girl would wear.

The little part was wrapped within, straining to stand, which showed it had not been easy to endure. Liu Zhaoran didn't take the panties off; she just pulled them to one side, exposing the tender, delicate opening. It was already drenched, wetness spreading over the tops of her thighs.

"Team Leader Song is really feeling it. It seems I made you wait too long. Now I'm really going in." With that, Liu Zhaoran pushed her fingers in and buried them deep.

An Alpha's cavity was narrow and shallow. She could easily reach the deepest point, touching the cervix with her fingers. The pleasure of being filled made Song Nanyin tremble all over. She reached back and clutched tightly at the hem of Liu Zhaoran's clothes.

"Black-Hearted Lotus, you... just... move. It's too full."

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