To Covet (GL) - Chapter 38

I stepped onto the bathroom tile and pushed the frosted glass door all the way open.

The warm air from the ceiling fan blew gently, chasing away the damp steam, and the scent of air freshener greeted me.

Yu Zhouwan moved to stand behind me, her hands at her sides. I couldn’t tell where her gaze was focused, but she implicitly conveyed a sense of waiting.

I turned on the hot water tap to wash my hands. I hadn’t understood what “unsightly” thing in the bathroom she needed to hide until I saw the bathtub full of warm water in the mirror.

Yu Zhouwan followed my gaze. A small knife was placed in the recessed niche used for soap, pressing down on a tangle of red rope that trailed into the water. It lay still like a snake in hibernation. The neat, dense nylon fibers uniformly reflected the bright yellow light, creating a sharp contrast with the keen glint of the blade. For a moment, it was hard to tell which was more dangerous.

Yu Zhouwan leaned over the tub, retrieved the small knife, retracted its blade, and set it on the sink’s edge. Then she coiled the rope, circle after circle, finishing it with a beautiful knot.

“Did she leave these things?”

A fantasy of what had happened flashed before my eyes—she let the other person wrap rope after rope around her body until she was utterly helpless. Her hair rubbing against the condensation on the tub and walls must have been what left it in its current unevenly damp state.

Yu Zhouwan didn’t deny it.

“Will you look for her again next time?”

“I don’t know.”

“So she was the one who always contacted you?”

I glanced at her hand. There were no knife wounds, proving it hadn’t been used as an actual weapon.

Yu Zhouwan leaned her waist against the marble edge of the sink. Noticing I was staring at her arms, she raised the other hand in a conspicuous attempt to cover them.

I was used to her intentional evasion. She stepped forward and clung to me, kissing me stickily, regardless of whether I responded.

Her skin, smooth and elastic, made a faint brushing sound against the fabric as my hand moved over her clothes.

“Sister, you’re not allowed to find her again.” I tightened the arm wrapped around her waist. “She doesn’t care about hurting you at all.”

As I spoke, I squeezed her buttock. She let out a low “mm,” the trailing sound like a ripple. I couldn’t tell if it was a groan caused by an unconscious physical reaction or a solemn agreement.

From the bathroom until we were lying on the bed, Yu Zhouwan held my hand the entire time.

She eagerly anticipated my initiation. When I removed her virtually useless clothes and pinned her against the bolster, covering her nipple with my mouth, the restless desire hidden beneath her outward obedience instantly poured out.

“I want…” Her eyes narrowed, and she unconsciously bit her lip again. “Keyi, you… mm… you’re kissing me and it feels so itchy. I want to do it with you.”

The frankness of her vocabulary warred with the hesitant conviction in her voice. I only managed to catch the last few words as they were spoken directly into my mouth, caught up in the entanglement of our tongues.

Under the surging lust, her body’s change was subtle—perhaps a nerve suddenly relaxing, causing tense muscles to fully unwind. I touched her knee and traced the line of her leg down to her foot. She actively parted her legs, eager for my fingers to touch her flesh, but I ignored her open invitation, only stroking her waist.

“Sister, was it only bondage with her?”

There was almost no gap between her waist and the bolster; I could clearly feel the subtle curves of her body.

“Mm…”

Noticing that my gaze kept lingering on the dark bruises on her limbs, Yu Zhouwan’s previous confidence instantly evaporated. If my body weren’t covering her, she probably would have burrowed under the blanket to completely hide herself.

“Do you still think I look ugly like this?”

My hand traced down her waistline, sliding between her buttocks into her soaking cunt. A slight stirring made her gaze further unfocus, and trembling moans leaked from her lips.

“Sister looks the most beautiful like this.”

As I said this, my bent knuckle instantly drove deep, pressing into that soft, watery spot. It felt as if a little more force could break through some imaginary restraint in front of me.

She couldn’t help but tremble. Her fingernails dug into my back, bringing a slight sting. Warm fluid slid down the back of my hand.

“Has Keyi done it with anyone else before?”

Yu Zhouwan gave a soft laugh, as if she were facing an adult who could handle the measure of their own lust, not the sixteen-year-old me.

“No.”

The alternating rhythm of penetrating inside and rubbing back and forth began again. Desperate for something to cling to, she raised her freed arms to embrace me, but her hands trembled with each thrust, barely resting on my shoulders.

“What about other… ah… partners, like for bondage?”

“No,” I gazed into her eyes, rubbing her clitoris between my fingers. “Sister is the first.”

“So will Sister be angry if I don’t do it well?”

“I won’t be, how could I…” The flush on her face had nowhere to go, building up as her body desperately sought release. “I’ve always liked… being tied up by you and ordered around.”

“Then do you get wet when I order you to lick me?”

Yu Zhouwan grabbed my hand, seemingly wanting to prove her answer with action. She propped herself up on my shoulder, sitting straight, her cunt swallowing my fingers whole. Feeling unsatisfied at the entrance, she lay on top of me and squeezed her legs tightly, the opened folds of pink flesh compressed by her body weight. Compared to her hands and arms, which were constantly exposed, this area was overly sensitive and fragile. A slight movement brought a rush of release, enough to cover the pain caused by the rough movements.

“Sister, you must be obedient.” Her hips moved with increasing vigor. I suddenly withdrew my hand. “No.”

“Keyi…”

She was forced to draw a thread of clear consciousness out of the sexual immersion. She had believed she no longer needed to endure her desire to obey me as usual, freely laying out all her thoughts of needing satisfaction, but she didn’t expect me to suddenly stop her.

“Sister is not allowed to climax alone without my command.” I leaned in and kissed her lips. “Not even by masturbating with your hand.”

Yu Zhouwan looked around blankly, the flesh on her cheeks trembling slightly from her clenched jaw. She propped up on her arms, trying to lean down to lick me, but I grabbed her wrist and took the rope I had pocketed from the bathroom.

“Untie it.” Her mouth slightly parted. I placed one end of the knot into her mouth.

Yu Zhouwan’s body trembled involuntarily again. I pinched her cheek, raised my hand, and slapped her rapidly contracting pussy.

“Ah!”

The sudden pain made Yu Zhouwan cry out. Even though the slap was meant to restrain her, it forcefully pushed her, who was already on the brink of total collapse, one step further.

“Good girl, teach me,” I held one end of the rope in her hand, lightly sweeping the other end between her parted legs. “Teach me how to play with the rope, hmm?”

Yu Zhouwan was fully concentrating on suppressing the climax that was about to break the dam. She clenched the sheet, her fingertips white with tension, her waist abruptly tensing.

She reached for the rope, but couldn’t exert any strength. Her already exhausted body had tightened every available muscle to obey the command to suppress the climax.

“Sister, can you or can’t you?” I retracted the hand that was cupping her chin, and her electrically trembling clit received another slap.

Her voice, begging for mercy, was choked with tears, but I pretended not to see her body’s change.

“If you can’t, then I’ll just have to ask the Dom you arranged to teach me. After all, Sister would rather trust her, who hurts you so much, than let your own sister satisfy you.”

“Keyi… Keyi…” Yu Zhouwan could no longer fiercely hold back the tide that should have broken long ago. In a panic, she grabbed my hand.

The clothes beneath her were completely soaked. The only clean item I had found from the bathroom was now unwearable.

“It was me.” She used up all her strength, resting her head on my knee. The rope segment slipped from her palm, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz. “I didn’t meet anyone else. I tied myself up.”