To Covet (GL) - Chapter 52

The words that came out of my mouth—transferred directly from my skeletal structure to my auditory nerves—were so distorted that they sounded warped. I almost suspected I was possessed to be so easily tempted, so openly stating my need for sexual satisfaction with just a little provocation.

Yu Zhouwan did not answer. Assuming she hadn’t heard clearly over her panting, I arched my back and wrapped my arms around her neck, moving closer to her ear.

My tense muscles ached, and the movement affected my whole body, causing my insteps, pressed against the bed cover, to also strain.

Perhaps the sluggish blood suddenly found its direction, or perhaps she increased the intensity of her thrusting. Faster than the ascent of pleasure was the onset of pain, like chewing a piece of raw dough while savoring a melt-in-your-mouth sweet cream puff.

My arm pressed into her scattered hair. Yu Zhouwan frowned and let out a painful sound. I tried to push her away and get up, but she pulled me back.

“You like her style?” Yu Zhouwan closed her eyes briefly. “Your ideal type… leaning towards sapiosexual?”

I was already annoyed that my desire had been cut off. She insisted on leaving me a little mental space to ponder impractical questions. I couldn’t be bothered to humor her, and even though my clothes were a mess, I still managed to pretend to be calm.

“Yu Keyi?”

A fleeting look of panic crossed Yu Zhouwan’s face. Her hair was matted with sweat. Habitually, she tried to smooth it back, but her fingers got tangled, forcing her to withdraw her hand.

“I’ve said it a second time, Sister, I don’t want to think about that kind of question right now,” I separated her strands of hair one by one. “I haven’t figured out what exactly constitutes a suitable romantic partner, or if I’m just looking for a partner with shared interests. Maybe I’ll end up with nothing. Who knows.”

Yu Zhouwan listened in silence, resting her head on my lower abdomen, her fingertips slowly sweeping downward across my skin.

“What about me?”

She finally asked the question she wanted to ask, having beaten around the bush in conversation to disguise these simple three words. Unfortunately, she hadn’t gotten the desired answer in any of her probing questions.

Her tongue pressed against my clitoris through the thin fabric. The sexual desire, not yet fully cooled, was re-ignited, bringing with it the frustration of the previous unfulfilled urge. Yu Zhouwan pushed my legs apart, pulling my underwear down to my ankles. Her wet, soft tongue tangled stickily with the nerve-dense folds of flesh, the saliva she introduced, and the discharge flowing from below. She was breathing slowly. I could feel a warm current of air hit my body and then dissolve.

“Yu Zhouwan…”

When I called her full name, her licking motion went deeper, as if my name were a signal of “permission.”

My mind went briefly blank. A surge of heat gushed out. The sucking sound was magnified. She didn’t stop there. Her tongue swept from the swollen clit to the slick, wet vaginal opening, and went deeper. Her two lips, though soft, felt slightly dry against the engorged, hot, and incredibly sensitive spot compared to her tongue.

I increasingly felt the urge to wet them with my own discharge, to ease the friction—even though this subtle, almost invisible roughness captivated me so much that I wanted to lift my upper body and hold her head to encourage her to go deeper.

I gripped the sheets tightly to keep from seeming overly compliant and wanton, even though I knew the constant heaving of my chest and the ceaseless gushing of fluid between my clenched legs had already exposed my self-abandonment.

“Sister, if I find someone else later, can I still do it with you?” I heard her faint gulping sound. It seemed that licking my lower body satisfied her too, causing her to let out a comfortable sigh. “Sister, hmm… you’re really good at sucking. Even if I cheat on my partner, I’d still want to have sex with you.”

Yu Zhouwan forcefully pried open the hand I was clenching on the sheet, yet she neither actively held it nor touched it. She did nothing. When I couldn’t resist the itch of the orgasm and clenched my fist again, my fingernail dug into an object that was soft on the surface but hard underneath. I realized her palm was pressed against mine.

I clasped her hand.

“What if you don’t agree? Then I’ll send your nude photos to your partner at that time, hmm?”

“I won’t be involved with anyone else,” Yu Zhouwan promised sincerely. “You shouldn’t look for anyone else either, Keyi. No one.”

She lovingly tried to use her tongue to clean up the aftermath of the climax, but only ended up smearing the wetness.

My thighs and lower stomach were covered in shimmering fluid, but I had no strength left to clean it up. The wet wipe Yu Zhouwan held in her hand had warmed up to body temperature, but I still felt it was a little cold. I drew in my limbs and roughly wiped myself on the bedding.

“Why?”

She undid the middle two buttons of my pajama top, slipped her hand through the gap, and pinched and kneaded my nipple, circling it playfully.

“I’m different from others.” Yu Zhouwan leaned down and sucked the swollen bud through the fabric, gently holding it between her teeth, her lips and tongue rubbing back and forth.

“Yu Keyi, we are blood relatives.”

“I can satisfy you more than anyone else.”

When Gao Rui came to tell me the result of the winter camp admission after the last weekend tutoring session, I wasn’t particularly surprised. Most of the questions were identical to the “confidential paper” she had given me, and the rest weren’t difficult either.

“Don’t want to go?”

“No, I just don’t know what preparations to make.”

I knew Gao Rui had continuously participated in many group activities since junior high, so I naturally led the conversation to allow her to share her experienced advice.

“Besides your daily luggage, you should prepare more of your own practice problems.” She dusted the surface of the desk. “There are many discussion sessions in the winter camp. You can learn a lot by chatting with the top students from other schools.”

There were only two of us in the classroom. As I was packing up, I noticed Gao Rui watching me. I suddenly thought of Yu Zhouwan’s question about “soulmate” a few days ago. Feeling a bit apologetic for using her as a “shield,” I voluntarily asked, “Do you have any plans later? How about we go out to eat something? My treat.”

“No need. A cup of milk tea will do.”

It was rare for Gao Rui to proactively suggest such a “girly” request. I was a little surprised, but in the end, I ordered a full-sugar hot drink according to her preference.

“Your sister,” Gao Rui tapped my shoulder, holding the milk tea in one hand. “She’s waiting for you.”

Yu Zhouwan was bundled in a thick camel-colored coat. Her hat and sweater were pure white cashmere knitwear. She hadn’t been painting lately, so her cuffs were clean and new.

“Class is over. Aren’t you going home?”

Her tone carried a trace of top-down reproach. I guessed she had been standing in the cold wind for a while, which was why she was a little unhappy, and it just happened that she saw Gao Rui and me walking over together.

“We stopped to get a drink. It delayed us a bit.”

I knew that she wouldn’t like Gao Rui regardless of the preceding “soulmate” discussion, so I couldn’t be bothered to ease the stiff atmosphere. After saying goodbye to Gao Rui, I walked back with Yu Zhouwan.

I raised my hand and touched Yu Zhouwan’s face. It was ice-cold. I picked up the steaming paper cup in my hand and pressed it against her cheek.

She was distracted and spaced out. The milk tea scalded her face, and she flinched her neck back.