007 | (Six) The Kitten is So Wet
"kitten."
My wandering thoughts returned to normal.
When Xie Qingyan heard Su Xingmao speak in a deep voice, as if confirming that she couldn't answer, he changed the question and asked her again: "What are you thinking about when you're reading comics?"
What is she thinking... Su Xingmao has already spied on her comments and even clearly remembers what she said under which chapter, so why does he have to ask?
Xie Qingyan was in a very difficult position.
Unless he wants to hear her speak, to make her open her mouth, to dig out her hidden shame, to trample it underfoot, to truly strip her bare, not just her clothes, but her skin, and to peer into her heart.
Xie Qingyan suddenly realized that this person was utterly despicable, yet he pretended to be a kind and indifferent person.
Who knows if Su Xingmao watches erotic comics and porn in private? She might watch even more than Su Xingmao. She got into character so quickly, "forcing" Su Xingmao to take off layers of clothing as naturally as drinking water.
Someone who's never even been in a relationship...
Having clearly gleaned a lot of information from secret observations, Xie Qingyan decisively concluded that Su Xingmao was a master manipulator. At the same time, her face flushed uncontrollably. If… she was right, and Su Xingmao knew even more than she did, would he… be quite the player?
A subtle emotion, hard to define as either anticipation or fear, slowly took root and sprouted, stirring up small ripples in the lake of my heart.
She won't give up!
"Um?"
Xie Qingyan remained silent throughout.
Su Xingmao raised his hand and pulled her half-covering skirt all the way down.
…Don't.
Xie Qingyan didn't utter a sound, her voice barely audible.
The zipper had already slid down, and the fabric fell lightly to the ground.
Xie Qingyan clutched Su Xingmao's shirt tightly, crumpling it into a ball, and buried her face in his chest, utterly mortified.
Her dazzlingly white body was exposed to the humid air, slowly turning a shrimp-shell red from head to toe. Su Xingmao lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the most eye-catching spot: a slender figure with two small mounds of snowy flesh hanging from it. She was trembling, and so was that area, swaying softly, clustered with snow-white waves, tender and beautiful breasts.
Under his gaze, the most vibrant red buds at the tips of the flowers trembled and swayed as they bloomed, blossomed, and matured.
His gaze, though seemingly indifferent, ignited a small flame upon her. Two tender red berries sprouted from her nipples; if one were to pinch them, one wonders if sweet juice could be extracted.
Think it this way, and do it this way.
Su Xingmao's hands were beautiful, with clear bones and long fingers. He held a bright red fruit between his fingers.
Hands that have been holding pens and doing exercises for years have a thin layer of calluses on their fingertips. The slight roughness of the touch against the soft skin is like fine sand or thin pebbles, slowly grinding over the fruit. The skin of the jujube is broken, revealing the more vibrant flesh inside. The overly soft and smooth bright red flesh makes one want to put it in their mouth and taste it to see if it is sweet.
Her nipple was grasped and squeezed tightly by someone she disliked. At first, he was cautious, but once he made sure she didn't resist, he gradually became more brazen in playing with it, teasingly pulling it out between his fingers.
"No—" came the soft, meowing sound, like a cat's meow.
"And the answer?" Xie Qingyan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Su Xingmao wasn't laughing at all, but his voice rose at the end as he shamelessly played with her breasts while pressing her for the question he had just asked.
"What are you thinking about while reading comics?" Su Xingmao replied without changing his expression, "What are you thinking when I'm playing with your breasts?"
His tone was light and indifferent, almost like a sneer.
The blood was rushing to his face. What did Su Xingmao say?!
This is impossible... Is this really the person she's known for almost ten years? Such a proper, aloof, and polite student, rarely even smiling, cold and unapproachable—how could he possibly say the word "breasts"? That's too much.
Her understanding was constantly being challenged. Xie Qingyan couldn't believe it. Did she really understand Su Xingmao? Did she really know him?
"say."
Jian Guo'er pulled it out a little further, and Xie Qingyan exclaimed "Ah!" as her body arched like a shrimp.
It's a tingling, numb sensation; I can't tell if it's pain or a pleasant, tingling feeling.
My lower body shamefully became damp.
Xie Qingyan was lost in thought, as if in a fog, and blurted out, "Thinking...thinking..."
"That's all."
With a slight pinch of his finger bones, he gently kneaded the overflowing white flesh, applying just a tiny bit of force.
"Thinking of being...being..." His teeth dug into his lips, his words broken and incoherent: "...being played with."
He finished speaking in one breath, as if he had used all his strength, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
Xie Qingyan struggled to speak, her reason battling with desire. She recalled the days and nights she spent hiding under the covers reading erotic novels and comics, shamelessly spouting nonsense to her female fans in the comments section, wishing that heaven would grant her a "male lead" who was fierce, capable, witty, and virtuous—something that was perfectly normal for her.
During adolescence, having sexual fantasies and joking around with other girls about dirty jokes are perfectly normal. But after Su Xingmao reveals everything, it all becomes enchanting, subtle, ambiguous, and strange.
The stirrings of adolescence, the confusion, curiosity, shyness, hope and fear, anticipation and anxiety about the body, sexual desire, and the opposite sex—all these emotions are ultimately one's own little secret.
But they were laid bare and exposed to his eyes one by one.
She couldn't tell whether, when she was discovered, she hoped to continue or denied and tried to escape.
From the moment she failed to leave in time, the joke turned into a parable, and the storyline became a preview of the future.
She is also the female lead.
Su Xingmao asked unhurriedly, "Who played you?"
Who...? Should we call out the name of Su Xingmao? Now?
impossible.
Xie Qingyan accepts the nickname "Little Cat" because she doesn't have to confront herself or her true self through the name. She temporarily resides in the shell called "Little Cat" and can fully enjoy, release, and explore sexual desires that she doesn't understand.
After the revelry ends, she will emerge from her shell again; she is still Xie Qingyan, the Xie Qingyan who hates Su Xingmao.
The constellation Mao cannot be "constellation Mao".
Xie Qingyan pondered in her mind, then reluctantly switched to the phrase "the female protagonist" that she had read the most often: "being...played by her master."
He gave a nonchalant sneer: "Oh, how will your master play with you?"
"that's all--"
"What?"
"Smack!" A very light slap landed on the nipple, causing it to sway gently and the flesh to ripple. The force was gentle, and the tone was: "Is that so? Speak louder."
"...Ugh...Just play like this." Xie Qingyan was blushing and panting, almost too scared to continue.
"Is that all?" With her other hand on her thigh, she lingered on the inside, fiddling with the petals, her fingertips hooking onto a few wet droplets, glistening and dampening her knuckles. Su Xingmao said gently, "The kitten got all wet after being hit."
The statements are plain and simple, yet they are incredibly erotic.
Su Xingmao raised his hand and placed it in front of her eyes. He ruthlessly turned her face with two fingers, making her clearly see that the fluid flowing from her acupoints had wet his hand.
It was dripping, and my hands were covered in it.
Her hands were thin and bony, with fingers spread apart, and sticky water droplets stretched between her knuckles like thin, transparent threads.
Debauchery, vulgarity.
Is that all?
He tilted his head and repeated it.
"…no."
"Um?"
"Below... I also want to be played with."
"What's next?" Su Xingmao feigned ignorance, her brows relaxed, and she smiled innocently, as if troubled: "How am I supposed to know if the little cat doesn't tell me?"
"My little hole... I want it too, I want it too."
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