Compatibility - Chapter 52
Chapter 52
Hugging was such a comfortable act. To embrace, or to be embraced, never failed to satisfy both body and mind. Song Nanyin leaned into Liu Zhaoran's arms, her limp body held close, and even the afterglow of her climax felt deeply satisfying.
"Team Leader Song seemed to take a little longer this time. Were you deliberately holding back?" Liu Zhaoran stroked Song Nanyin's rising and falling belly, her voice laced with a smile.
Hearing her ribbing her again, Song Nanyin tried to pull away the hand that was making mischief, but Liu Zhaoran dodged on her own, then reversed their positions and pressed her against the stone pillar behind.
The marble pilaster was a little cool against her, the chill seeping through the fabric of her clothes to her spine, but to Song Nanyin, that coolness was rather pleasant.
"What are you doing? Shouldn't we be heading back?" Song Nanyin raised her eyes and met Liu Zhaoran's deep, quiet dark eyes. Compared to herself, whose clothes were rumpled and whose skirt was a complete mess, Liu Zhaoran was practically immaculate.
Song Nanyin felt a little aggrieved. She always felt that ever since she met Liu Zhaoran, she was always the one at a disadvantage.
"You've been holding back for so long. Is once really enough for Team Leader Song?"
"I think it's you who hasn't had enough. If you really want it, we can go back and do it. Just not here."
Song Nanyin knew, too, that it was her own avoidance lately that had left Liu Zhaoran neglected, but her heart ached. Whenever she faced Liu Zhaoran, she would think of that love of hers that had come to nothing. Naturally, she subconsciously avoided intimacy with Liu Zhaoran.
Song Nanyin suspected she had "starved" Liu Zhaoran again this time. Especially when she thought of that last session, the one that had gone on with her for days, she became more and more convinced that Liu Zhaoran's appetite in a certain regard was terrifyingly large.
"If Team Leader Song is willing, of course we can go back and continue. It's just that I still want to play a little longer right now. It's Team Leader Song who gets to enjoy it either way, so let me serve you. Isn't that good?"
Liu Zhaoran said this, deliberately lowering her posture. Even though Song Nanyin knew it was a deliberate tactic of retreating in order to advance, she still found it awkward to hear. What did she mean, serve? It was clearly bullying.
"It's a shame that mouth of yours never entered a debate competition. Black-Hearted Lotus, you really are... Mm!" Song Nanyin loved to rebut Liu Zhaoran, either needling her inwardly or, when she could no longer help it, voicing her complaints aloud. At moments like this, though, she forgot that her weak spot was in the other woman's hands.
The soft little bud was held in a slightly cool hand, its cotton-soft, springy flesh feeling wonderful to the touch. Like kneading a fluffy loaf of bread, pressing it flat with force, then letting it slowly puff back up.
In the past, Liu Zhaoran had no interest in such things. To her it was simply a tool for obtaining sexual pleasure, with only the difference between serviceable and not. But Song Nanyin's was adorable. The color, the shape, even the way it engorged with arousal was beautiful to look at.
This spot on the Alpha had only developed later in life, and it was exquisitely dainty. When she wasn't in heat, it wasn't even as big as a finger; it was entirely thanks to its fine shape that it could give her pleasure.
So yes, it was a rare and precious kind of adorable.
"If Team Leader Song thinks it's bullying, then let it be bullying." Liu Zhaoran went along with Song Nanyin's words, applying a little force with her hand as she tugged gently on the curled little bud. Song Nanyin let out a soft whimper, and clinging to Liu Zhaoran's shoulders with both hands, panted against her shoulder.
"Then what... what exactly do you want? Does it have to be here? Mm... be gentle... slower... don't... mmm..."
Song Nanyin's voice was hoarse, yet her tone was quite the opposite, as if a heat were steaming in her throat, leaving every word she breathed out sodden and wet. Liu Zhaoran had a particular fondness for her voice at times like this, so naturally she didn't comply with Song Nanyin's request.
When Liu Zhaoran knelt on the ground, Song Nanyin was stunned for an instant. Kneeling was something utterly foreign to the woman; the last time she'd seen it was on the night they watched some palace drama. So why had the Black-Hearted Lotus suddenly knelt down? Had her legs gone weak? Or was she tired?
Song Nanyin thought fuzzily, until her skirt was flipped all the way up and Liu Zhaoran's face and that little bud appeared in the same frame. Only then did she vaguely guess what the other woman was about to do.
The two of them had indeed used their mouths on each other, and their tongues had traveled to the depths of each other's bodies. But Song Nanyin had never imagined that Liu Zhaoran would take an interest in eating her little bud.
"Hey, you... what are you doing? Black-Hearted Lotus, have you lost your mind?" Song Nanyin's high-heeled foot trembled as she tried to shift backward. But for every step she retreated, Liu Zhaoran advanced a little, until her bottom was pressed against the stone wall and there was nowhere left to go.
"What's this? Isn't Team Leader Song willing to let me bully her? Didn't she say before that I could do whatever I wanted?"
"How come I don't remember ever saying that? You can just use your hands. I'm not used to this."
Song Nanyin was extremely embarrassed, not knowing where to look. She didn't want to see that picture of the little bud and Liu Zhaoran's face in the same frame; she felt the whole thing was utterly obscene and shameful.
"I've already held Team Leader Song's labia in my mouth, and licked her cunt." Liu Zhaoran said with a soft laugh. Whenever she used that tone, Song Nanyin could guess that this woman was about to "cast her spell" again, and that whatever came out next would surely be complete nonsense.
"So? What are you trying to say? This and that aren't the same..."
"You weren't shy when I licked your cunt. Now that I want to eat you here, you don't need to be shy either. Just take care not to come in my mouth. I probably wouldn't like the taste."
Liu Zhaoran said this seriously, and when she was done, she didn't forget to appraise the little bud, which her words had frightened into trembling. Timid and scared as it was, the little bud had still raised its head from the earlier stimulation. The corners of Song Nanyin's eyes burned with shame, as if tears would spill out the very next second.
"It's not shyness. I just think there's no need for it."
"But Team Leader Song has never experienced having her clitoris held in someone's mouth, has she?"
"That's... true... but this isn't a clitoris."
"Team Leader Song can just think of it as a slightly bigger clitoris. Hold your skirt up yourself, and don't let it down."
Liu Zhaoran raised an eyebrow, signaling Song Nanyin to lift her skirt. Under that gaze, Song Nanyin turned her head to the side and raised the hem with both hands. The moon was the best light source, always illuminating everything pale and distinct.
The fluid was the moon's best companion, gleaming in its reflected glow. It dripped from the cleft of her cunt, the remains of the climax from just now, or perhaps the product of desire stirring once more.
The fluid slid down Song Nanyin's fair inner thighs; perhaps in a little while it would follow her ankles and slip into her high heels. Soaked in fluid, her cunt was pink and soft, like a fragile lotus heart that would crack and release its nectar at the lightest touch.
It was beautiful. Truly lovely. But unfortunately, Liu Zhaoran's target at this moment was not here.
She raised her hand and lightly tapped the tip of the little bud. Some fluid had already seeped out there, somewhat sticky, with no particular smell.
Song Nanyin was the first person Liu Zhaoran had ever been willing to go down on. The Little Lion was clean from head to toe. Not just clean in the literal sense, but clean in a way that made Liu Zhaoran want to "devour" her from the bottom of her heart.
She wanted to please Song Nanyin in more ways, to see which method would make her climax faster. When she had her cunt in her mouth, Song Nanyin's face had been full of pleasure. So if this part were held in her mouth instead, would she feel even better?
There was no particular reason. Simply because she wanted to, Liu Zhaoran did it.
Her fingertip gently stroked the little bud's fragile body. Liu Zhaoran tucked her long hair behind her ear with one hand, tilted her head, opened her mouth, and slowly took it in, just like eating a lollipop.
Liu Zhaoran had no experience with this sort of thing. But she had watched relevant videos and knew what to do to give Song Nanyin the ultimate satisfaction.
"Mm... it's too hot... Black-Hearted Lotus, stop." Song Nanyin didn't dare open her eyes, nor turn her head back. It was too shameful. Even without seeing it, merely imagining that scene in her mind made the corners of her eyes blush crimson.
At first, Liu Zhaoran only tentatively held the tip in her mouth, planting light, shallow kisses. But Song Nanyin's reaction was too intense; afraid she couldn't take it, she spat the little bud out and switched to licking with the tip of her tongue. At that, it truly became eating candy.
Only by holding it in her mouth until it melted could she reach the filling inside.
"Why won't Team Leader Song look at me? I want you to watch me, see how I go down on you. If Team Leader Song won't look, I might just keep doing it forever."
Liu Zhaoran didn't want Song Nanyin to miss the sight before her; her aim was to make the Little Lion blush without end. Hearing her threat, Song Nanyin knew Liu Zhaoran was absolutely not joking, but that she really would carry it out.
A teardrop slid from the corner of her eye. Song Nanyin had no choice but to open her eyes and look down, watery-eyed.
Liu Zhaoran had applied light orange lipstick today. Her lip color was very light to begin with, and this pale shade made her skin look even whiter. Very pretty.
She held her face at an angle, her beautifully proportioned profile lit by the bright white moonlight. From cheekbone to jaw, the line that extended was like a river flowing quietly in the moonlight, lovely and serene.
She was exceptionally favored by nature in looks and bearing, with features that could not be faulted in any way. Even the moonlight chose the most fitting play of light and shadow to scatter upon her.
At some point she had undone the tightly fastened shirt. The beautiful line of her neck stood out, and that little red mole sat upon it, as if brought to life by the light.
Her dark eyes watched her. Under Song Nanyin's gaze, her thin lips parted gently, and she took her in, swallowed her.
"Zhaoran." Song Nanyin drew in a sharp breath. The moment she was completely taken in, she couldn't even manage to utter a whole word. And when she recovered the power of speech, the first thing she called out was Liu Zhaoran's name.
Indeed, as Liu Zhaoran had said, this was her first time doing such a thing, and she wasn't skilled at it. But Song Nanyin was equally inexperienced; even the most casual touch was enough to make her tremble endlessly.
The unbearably sensitive little bud was immersed in the scalding mouth, like a soft candy thrown into a molten cavern, the sugary syrup on its surface melted in an instant.
Song Nanyin's hands trembled, her high-heeled feet shaking without pause, a heel scraping across the floor with a sharp sound.
"Black-Hearted Lotus... Liu Zhaoran... mm... mm..." Song Nanyin was beside herself, almost forgetting that humans were capable of free speech at all. Aside from moans and gasps, or calling Liu Zhaoran's name, she could produce no other syllables.
And such sounds pleased Liu Zhaoran. When she took this little bud into her mouth, she had been prepared. Perhaps it would be hard to bear; perhaps it wouldn't feel very pleasant. But after she truly took it in, she found it far more delicious than she had imagined.
The little bud, true to its name, was small and cute, and having it in her mouth really was no different from a lollipop. It was soft all over; though perky and erect, its texture was delicate and yielding.
It had no extraneous flavor; only the orange fragrance filling the air became its taste. Her slightly rough tongue gently licked its body, her palate scraping against its edges, and the friction bred a tingling, numbing itch.
Liu Zhaoran swirled the tip of her tongue around the little bud's head, pressing again and again against the tiny opening at its tip. Thanks to these motions, she got what she wanted, the soft moans and calls of Song Nanyin.
Look at that. Just a few simple strokes, and the Little Lion couldn't take it anymore.
"No... don't... Liu Zhaoran, I don't want any more... I don't want any more..." Song Nanyin couldn't bear Liu Zhaoran doing this to her. Her body trembled in extreme pleasure, and she realized that her endurance was just about at its limit.
She wanted to come, wanted it deeper, wanted... to press in.
Song Nanyin tilted her head back, fine sweat running from her neck into her collar. She lowered her eyes and saw the fluid dripping from the corner of Liu Zhaoran's mouth. She didn't know if it was saliva, or... her own fluid...
But whichever it was, at this moment it looked utterly lewd.
"I... I can't hold on. Let me out." Song Nanyin braced herself against Liu Zhaoran's shoulders, wanting to flee, but the other woman wouldn't give her the chance to escape. Just then, footsteps came from not far down the corridor. Liu Zhaoran's eyes carried a hint of a smile, while Song Nanyin went pale with fright.
The newcomer wasn't a colleague but a security guard on patrol. He held a flashlight in his hand; as long as he shone it at the two of them, he would see exactly what they were doing.
Song Nanyin was terrified, shifting backward without stop to hide, but the more she did, the deeper Liu Zhaoran took her.
"Mmph... mmph..." Song Nanyin didn't dare make a sound. She could only bite her lip hard, turning every moan into a muffled whimper. The bud's head was drawn into the depths of Liu Zhaoran's throat, the absurdly sensitive tip enveloped and massaged by the contractions of her throat.
Song Nanyin clutched her dress tightly, the back of her hand beaded with sweat.
"Director Liu, have you left? Director Liu, are you still there?" The security guard had already reached Liu Zhaoran's door and asked in a soft voice. At his voice, Song Nanyin held her breath.
But Liu Zhaoran simply refused to behave, and even now began to take her in and out rapidly, rubbing the fragile little bud in her mouth. Tears filled Song Nanyin's eyes as she looked at Liu Zhaoran through a blur.
She watched the woman close her eyes, wearing an expression of enjoyment, as if savoring a candy. Even while doing such a thing, she still looked so noble and untouchable.
Song Nanyin's body went completely soft. She couldn't hold on. Even if they might be discovered, she could no longer endure.
The security guard received no answer and prepared to leave, and the path by the little balcony where they hid was the only way out.
The security guard's footsteps drew closer step by step, each one like a blow to Song Nanyin's heart.
The rough tongue scraped against the fragile little bud as the tip of her tongue curled around its head again and again, rubbing over the tiny opening without cease. Song Nanyin finally couldn't hold back. She abruptly threw her arms around Liu Zhaoran's shoulders and head, letting her skirt fall loose over the woman's head.
Her lower belly convulsed fiercely, beginning to twitch visibly.
Liu Zhaoran knew Song Nanyin was about to come. At the last moment, she spat the little bud out and caught it in her hand.
Her palm closed around it and rubbed quickly.
The security guard didn't notice them and walked straight past.
Scalding fluid splashed onto the fallen skirt, staining the gray dress with a large wet patch, then ran along the hem and dripped onto the floor with soft patters, mingling with the white fluid from before.
Song Nanyin was completely spent. After confirming that the security guard was standing at the elevator and wouldn't come over, her legs gave way and she, too, knelt on the ground.
Just moments ago, she and Liu Zhaoran had hidden in the company corridor, making love and even climaxing while a security guard patrolled...
How lewd. Song Nanyin thought, speechless, and no longer wanted to pay any attention to Liu Zhaoran.
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