To Covet (GL) - Chapter 22

I never understood Yu Zhouwan’s thoughts.

I thought she and Feng Jia were madly in love, but she broke up with her without a moment’s hesitation. And towards me, someone who constantly took advantage of opportunities to humiliate her, she didn’t just forgive me, but also maintained a strangely ambiguous attitude.

I took a peach out of a plastic bag to wash it. Thinking of the slick, sticky feeling her clever tongue left between my legs, I stopped what I was doing and zoned out under the trickling water.

Outside the window, the light was starting to fade. I bit my bottom lip, looking at my reflection in the glass.

“There’s a special cleaner for washing fruit in the cabinet.” Perhaps she saw me standing there dumbfounded and spoke up to remind me.

I remembered the apple Feng Jia had given me was still on the coffee table. I sat on the sofa with a bowl of grapes, but I couldn’t find the apple anywhere. I asked the cleaning lady, who had just come back from grocery shopping, but she shook her head and said she hadn’t noticed it.

I let out a loud sneeze.

I bent down and searched the couch cushions, but there was nothing there. It was probably taken by Shi Yunya or Yu Hanyang. I rearranged the pillows and cushions.

I saw Yu Zhouwan with her Bluetooth headphones on, listening to a lecture. The screen showed a small video frame and a lot of notes. I sat cross-legged next to her, listening to the tapping of her pen for a while. Then I took out a new workbook from my backpack on the floor. I flipped through the pages and started doing the exercises, using the summary of key concepts from the study guide.

“Are you adjusting well?” she asked me without looking up. “I mean, to the courses.”

“It’s pretty good.”

The quality of teaching at Qizhong was much better than the old-fashioned teachers at my former school. My notes were always full after every new lesson.

I found it uncomfortable to write while sitting cross-legged, so I got up and went to the bedroom to use the desk.

“By the way, Yu Zhouwan, have you decided which school you want to apply to yet?”

Yu Zhouwan leaned over to look at my scratch paper and circled a calculation error with her pen.

“Everything’s still to be decided,” she said, gently tapping my shoulder with the end of her pen, signaling me to focus.

Yu Zhouwan’s handwriting was very small and looked fragile next to my frantic scribbles.

The summary of key points on the study guide wasn’t as clear as a one-on-one explanation. She drew a diagram with her pen while reciting the formula. I listened with my ears, but my eyes couldn’t help but study her micro-expressions. But since I couldn’t read her mind, I didn’t learn anything.

Before dinner, I ate some green grapes and didn’t have much of an appetite for the food. I told the cleaning lady not to save any dinner for me.

The clinking of dishes being washed ended, and a long time passed. It was so long that I had finished the next lesson’s homework. Yu Zhouwan finally reappeared at the door to the room.

“They’re not back?”

“No, there was something at the company today.”

I was buried in the papers, enjoying the smell of ink, and didn’t turn around. I heard her close the curtains.

“They canceled a lot of things yesterday, so they have to catch up today.”

I put down my pen and stretched to relieve the fatigue.

Yu Zhouwan suddenly took a step closer. “Yu Keyi?” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me onto the fluffy bed.

I heard my bones make a cracking sound.

“Keyi,” she said, sitting on top of me and holding my hand, our fingers intertwined. After a long pause, she spoke. “I want to do it.”

“I don’t,” I said, closing my eyes, refusing to think about her direct request. “Get off me.”

Yu Zhouwan’s actions proved how perfect the environment was for doing something intimate when we were the only two people at home. She took the initiative to kiss my forehead, take off my clothes, and draw circles on my lower abdomen with her finger.

The subject was her, and the main clause was her, but she was always in a passive, pleasing posture. It was as if if I raised my voice and said “no,” she would immediately stop and apologize.

My clothes were pushed to my armpits, and my pants were pulled down to my ankles. I thought about my current position, which looked like a stretched-out letter “H.” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Yu Keyi.”

Yu Zhouwan’s hand rested on my shoulder blade. She was calling me by my full name. She was expecting a permission, or a command, just like last night when I held the collar and gave commands like I was talking to a dog—

Lick me.

I realized that when she gave her body to another person, the obedient skin that was willing to be controlled and dominated hid an impatient desire to take.

When did it all start? I kept trying to trace it back. I felt like many of our conversations had been a sign, but I couldn’t pinpoint a specific event.

It seemed that the moment I pushed open her door that night, and left humiliating words and marks on her body, was a scene that had been scripted long ago.

I got up. I heard the wind rustle the pages of the book. The desk lamp was still on, and the water was still steaming. It was as if only my nerve cells were running on overload for a brief, unnoticeable period of time.

The action of pressing her shoulders and kissing her seemed so comical. I first had to suck on the soft flesh of her cheek, then bite it, then move to her lips. I sucked and bit back and forth so many times before I knew how much pressure to use.

I wrapped my legs around Yu Zhouwan’s waist and kissed her, my arms roughly holding her so she couldn’t move.

The tip of her tongue beckoned me to go deeper. I awkwardly tried to trace letters in her mouth, based on some advice I had heard somewhere.

Yu Zhouwan was laughing, her eyes crinkled. She pushed me, her lower lip separated from mine, and then stuck back together. “Mmm…” I heard a hissing sound, and realized I was biting too hard. In my panic, I broke free from the hand on the back of my neck.

“Yu Zhouwan,” I said, putting my hand inside her clothes and touching her nipples through her bra. The smooth fabric instantly became raised and hard. “Are you wet?”

Yu Zhouwan’s ears were a shiny red. She bit my lower lip with a smile, as if she was an electrical current. I was already a little short of breath and almost passed out on top of her.

I took off her clothes, then my own. I took her hand and guided it to the crevice between my legs, which she had been hesitant to explore. Her cool fingers touched my precarious wetness, and I suddenly became sober, realizing how shameless my actions were.

There was still a faint pink mark on my shoulder. I leaned in and kissed it.

Yu Zhouwan caressed my chest. I felt like my whole upper body was being tickled by a feather. I couldn’t help but squirm like a fish.

Her fingers quickly warmed up in the moist environment. The feeling of a foreign object faded.

But she always seemed to miss the switch that would make the itching go away, lightly brushing past the outside. I didn’t know if she was hesitating or if she was doing it on purpose. I moved with some effort, letting her take my fingers deeper.

I knew that desire was flowing up my spine and nerves, trying to take over my remaining ability to think.

“Sister…” I realized what my voice sounded like when I spoke in a whisper. “Deeper.”

I bent my open legs, hugged her neck, and buried her head between my legs. Her earring brushed against my hot inner thigh, and I almost shuddered and fell.

Her soft, warm tongue covered me broadly, touching every sensitive spot. This awakened even more signals. Before I could blush, the pleasure of her rubbing and thrusting won over. She moved back and forth and then licked me again, making a circle around my clitoris, and then looked at me with her wet eyes.

“Yu Zhouwan?”

“Mmm?” Her voice was sticky and a little hoarse.

“You’re fucking me, your own… sister,” I said, wrapping my arms around her messy hair and propping up my upper body. I bit her hot earlobe and asked, “Do you want to come in?”

She tried to find a way in with one finger. I bit my bottom lip hard. It didn’t hurt, but neither masturbation nor our previous encounter had taught me how to handle the feeling of something going inside.

As if she realized my nervousness was getting in the way of the loving atmosphere, Yu Zhouwan pulled her finger out and started licking me again. The glistening fluid on her fingertip gradually soaked into the bedsheet.

I took a blanket and quickly covered the cold, wet area on the bed.

Yu Zhouwan’s face was slightly flushed. I stared at her eyes, which held an unknown smile, and bit her lips hard until my mouth was filled with the taste of iron.

“Good girl,” I said, wrapping my finger around a lock of her hair. “You did a good job.”

Yu Zhouwan obediently pressed her cheek against my palm.