031｜(Thirty) The tide ebbs
Xie Qingyan was on the verge of tears, "I'm calling for my master, the kitten is meowing..." The moment she uttered the words, the slapping motion on her clitoris stopped, her body convulsed, her buttocks trembled violently, and an intense, electric-like pleasure surged through her entire body.
"Good boy." In a daze, I heard him praise, "The kitten is so wonderful."
She was panting heavily, sobbing, her words completely incoherent and unable to form coherent sentences. She could only sniffle and gasp for breath, her face streaked with tears of shame and indignation.
She was only a year and a half older than her, a high school student of similar age, yet she possessed a maturity and authority beyond her years. The barriers Xie Qingyan had built for herself, the tortoise shell she used to gain a sense of security, were shattered one by one by Su Xingmao with her words.
He's so mean and despicable! Why did he have to force her to say it?!
"The kitten's orgasm soaked my hands."
"That's amazing."
Su Xingmao spoke softly and gently, scooping up Xie Qingyan, who was limp as a board, and holding her in his arms. He patted her curled-up back with one hand and gently stroked her wet eyelashes with the other. He lowered his head and gently picked up her tears with his lips, the slightly astringent saltiness of bitter lotus seeds rolling into his mouth.
He gently wiped away her tears with his lips.
Xie Qingyan's nerves were numbed by the pleasure, and his mind was sluggish and dizzy. He was in a daze, feeling sticky and uncomfortable as if his body was covered in cream, and he whimpered that he needed to take a shower.
"I'll go run the water." As he said, Su Xingmao turned and went to the bathroom. Then, the sound of running water came. He wrung out a hot towel, picked up Xie Qingyan, brushed aside the strands of wet hair, and carefully wiped her face with the towel, including her slightly swollen eyes.
He kept patting her back.
Xie Qingyan was too weak to move, so she let him do as he pleased.
She leaned against Su Xingmao's chest, and the boy's clear heartbeat came through her eardrums in waves. His body became a huge amplifier, and each sound traveled from her ears to her heart, echoing and resonating with her heartbeat.
Like two particles intertwined to form a string, the aftershocks are loud and lingering.
Xie Qingyan enjoyed the comforting pat on the back. Her heart softened, turning into a feather and floating in the air, while her body slowly relaxed.
I remember many years ago, when I first returned to Jincheng, Ms. Xie Jinyu was worried that Xie Qingyan would be unfamiliar with the bed and not be used to sleeping in it. So she would come to coax her at night, and she would half-embrace her waist, gently pat her shoulders and back, and hum an old tune.
At that time, we had just bought a sea-blue starry sky lamp for the house. When it was lit, half of the white wall rippled like the waves of the sea, undulating like water, and there were stars twinkling in the sea. My mother's hands were like the waves of the sea, gentle and tender, patting her body. She lay in the small boat and gradually fell asleep, surrounded by the waves, going to a distant dreamland.
After many years, she returned to that small boat, amidst the sound of waves and the ebb and flow of the tide.
The towel was put down, and Su Xingmao kissed her. Xie Qingyan's eyes were half closed, and she could feel the two snow-white lips, a series of continuous coolness, from her eyebrows, across her slightly deep eye sockets, the tip of her small nose, and then to her slightly pouting lips. The smooth and delicate touch of his tongue licked her lips.
Rather than a passionate kiss fueled by desire, it's more like two lonely little animals snuggling together in a secluded place, grooming each other.
"Does the kitten like me to kiss you?" he asked softly.
Xie Qingyan remained silent and did not push him. Too lazy to move, she simply shook her eyelashes as an answer.
"Lift your head up a little higher and look at me?" he coaxed patiently.
"You're so annoying..." Xie Qingyan said sullenly, raising her head slightly to face him, refusing to open her eyes: "You have so many demands."
"...Do you like me kissing you?" Su Xingmao asked again.
"dislike."
"Just one kiss on the lips and the kitten's heart beats so fast." His hand crept up her waist without her noticing, landing on the lower edge of her rounded waist, and above that, a soft, snow-white mound of flesh.
Su Xingmao bit her lips and kissed her, a smile leaking from between his teeth: "Look, it's gotten faster again."
He lifted the soft, fleshy mass with his fingers and held it gently.
Xie Qingyan's chest was grabbed by him, and he hissed coldly: "Don't touch me like that!"
He actually listened and regretfully withdrew his hand: "The kitten really likes to be kissed, doesn't it?"
"..." Absolutely impossible!
Why isn't the kitten talking? Is it shy?
Xie Qingyan opened her mouth and then closed it again, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She lifted her eyelids and glanced around vaguely. Unusually frank, she let out a soft "hmm" and nestled her face into his chest, her butterfly-shaped shoulder blades trembling slightly under his palm.
My face is burning hot, even redder than when I'm naked and getting my acupoints slapped.
She is so beautiful.
The girl's tearful face seemed to depend on him as she nestled into his chest, their skin touching. The lingering moisture also dampened him. Even though he knew it was just a fleeting moment of tenderness, his heart felt genuinely soothed.
He lost his way in those half-open, hazy eyes that were looking at him.
"The kitten is so cute, I love kissing kittens too." Su Xingmao's voice had the cold quality of white porcelain glaze. When porcelain is struck, the sound is always icy, like ice springs breaking apart, which has nothing to do with warmth. But once the words "kitten" came out of his mouth, it felt like that cold quality had a crack, and the porcelain was no longer porcelain, but was put into the kiln and refined.
So indulgent.
The water was already running, and Xie Qingyan was carried into the bathroom by him.
As Su Xingmao carried her, her body suddenly lifted into the air. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck, her slender arms like two smooth white silk ribbons, tightly binding his throat and choking his breath, causing him to suddenly stop.
Su Xingmao stared at her, his heart fluttering.
Xie Qingyan glanced away in embarrassment.
"What? I'm just afraid of falling..."
Su Xingmao appeared thin, but his arm muscles were solid and scorching hot, which he transmitted to her as he walked.
Xie Qingyan blushed, unable to avoid it.
The bathtub was filled with her favorite milk bubbles, which Su Xingmao had already prepared for her. When he put her down, he even asked her seriously if she needed help taking a bath, and she refused without hesitation.
She's been treated like this, and you still want to help her bathe? Who knows, you might try to take advantage of her; she doesn't want that.
She hadn't even finished taking off her skirt before shrinking into the milky white bath gel, but Su Xingmao didn't move an inch, his gaze unwavering: "Then can I look at you?"
"...No." The word had barely been uttered when Su Xingmao whispered, "I feel terrible."
His voice was hoarse, his words slow and deliberate, and he tried his best to maintain a calm and restrained tone.
"I got hard when the kitten touched me."
Can I touch you again?
He stepped forward, his eyes lowered, and stood in front of the bathtub, looking up to gently rub her half-wet hair.
With one lying down and the other standing, the difference in perspective allowed Xie Qingyan to see the shadow of the black pants hidden by the V-line, where something was churning right in front of her.
Su Xingmao's genitals were hard, or rather, always erect, but he was holding back, letting her feel pleasure first.
Xie Qingyan has no conscience; once he's had his fun, he'll just forget about him.
He is not allowed to come any closer.
Just like now, she looked at him with wary and defensive eyes.
The constellation Mao (卯) never moves.
A pine tree grew in the bathroom, standing there quietly watching her. When she was little, she would bother Su Xingmao, and he would get angry but not say anything. He just liked to stare at people with his quiet eyes. She always thought he was a strange child.
At this moment, he was also looking at Xie Qingyan. His eyes were calm and indifferent, seemingly quiet, silent, and deep, yet they seemed to hide some emotions that she couldn't figure out. What was he thinking? Xie Qingyan couldn't tell.
Xie Qingyan had no way to deal with him and couldn't get rid of him.
She seriously underestimated the sexual desire of young boys experiencing sex for the first time; she had heard that a seventeen-year-old male high school student's penis was harder than a diamond.
I can't help but wonder, is Su Xing Mao also one of them? He's precocious.
Introverted, self-disciplined, calm, and self-possessed, he appeared to have no interest in or desire for anything during the adolescence that boys generally dislike.
Therefore, when Xie Qingyan saw that Su Xingmao had become aroused towards her, even though it was a normal physiological reaction, he was surprised. It seemed that only at this moment did he realize that he was a living human being, rather than a statue living outside the mortal world.
It was also very fulfilling. Imagine someone who was usually indifferent, just by looking at her and touching her, it seemed that as long as Xie Qingyan said something casually, he could get his penis erect in front of her.
A subtle sense of pleasure washed over her, and a smile quietly crept up her lips. If she had a tail, it would surely be beaming with pride right now.
But she had only seen the genitals of the constellation Mao, and had not yet... touched them with her hands.
But he, without restraint, kissed and touched her mouth, breasts, and vulva... even though her breasts and vulva weren't yet...
Compared to that, she was at a disadvantage! She only touched her abs a few times.
Is a man's penis really as hard as rumored when it's erect? What does it feel like to squeeze it? Would something that big fill her palm? Her thoughts drifted to the horizon, her gaze fixed on his lower body, constantly wandering around.
Even though curiosity filled her mind, Xie Qingyan remained stubborn, raising her head and raising her eyebrows with an arrogant expression, coldly saying, "What are you still doing here? I'm going to take a shower."
Since you're not leaving, take off your pants and let me touch you too.
"You should leave quickly."
Hurry up and take it off, or I'll have to say something!
"I'm going to get angry if you don't leave now."
If you don't take it off soon, I'm going to get angry...
Su Xingmao must have secretly studied mind-reading techniques to understand Xie Qingyan's gaze that kept lingering on him, and to discern her little thoughts. He then asked, "Does the kitten enjoy being played with?"
His voice was deep and resonant, unlike his previous clear and gentle tone: "Do you want to play with me?"
The porcelain surface, white as jade and warm as jade, has even larger ice cracks, revealing some more direct demands and desires.
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