13/Compartment (Licking, Slight H)
Chen Yin turned on the tap and slowly washed her hands, while Lin Lin next to her was still rambling on, "Actually, Chen Mian's personality is not like that of someone who would say such things in public. I really can't think of any other reason other than that she did it on purpose."
Chen Yin laughed, "Deliberately trying to attract Shen Yu's attention?"
Lin Lin nodded. That's exactly right. Young girls' minds are full of twists and turns. When boys in the class accidentally hit Chen Mian with notes, Chen Mian would pick them up and hand them back without getting angry. But what happened on the basketball court seemed a bit malicious.
She didn't like Chen Mian very much. Before, this dislike was just an unpleasant feeling of being overshadowed, but after that incident in the teacher's office, it turned into disgust.
Privately, people are saying that Lin Lin is Chen Yin's dog. She can't care about these rumors, but she is bothered by the fact that Chen Mian said it. In Lin Lin's opinion, Chen Mian, a poor student, is not even close to her. What is she putting on airs for? And what gives her the right?
"What else? Yinyin, don't be so naive. She did things for you before only for money. I often heard her talking to others about the Shenyu in private."
They didn't lower their voices, speaking with a kind of unbridled arrogance, as if they weren't afraid of being overheard.
The voice traveled into the narrow women's restroom stall and reached Chen Mian's ears, who was holding Chen Mian on his lap.
His fingers wandered restlessly across Chen Mian's back, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered with a laugh, "What are you talking about me in private?"
Chen Mian said expressionlessly, "I'm talking about how you play the field."
Shen Yu immediately laughed, his chest vibrating. He pressed his head against her chest, his Adam's apple against her shoulder and neck. As he rolled over, it felt like he was being tickled. The distance was so close that his voice was heard more through the veins of his body than through her ears.
It was rare for him to laugh so openly, and the youthful spirit that contrasted with his usual cold demeanor was now all over Chen Mian.
"It costs a lot? Like this?"
His hand skillfully slipped inside her bra, grasping her soft breasts, fitting perfectly against his palm. His outstretched fingers completely enveloped her flesh, the rosy nipples pressed against his palm, closely matching the forked paths of his fingerprints, like an insurmountable valley that had suddenly appeared in his life.
Soft, arousing desire, reason was swallowed up by the sound of her heartbeat.
Chen Mian's breathing became heavier, and her eyes became hazy.
Outside the restroom, Lin Lin's voice, chattering about other girls, drifted in slowly, echoing gently in the enclosed space.
They are the only ones here, yet because of this, they are no longer just the only ones.
Lin Lin was also standing here, watching as Shen Yu held her in his arms, her legs spread apart, her skirt covering his sweatpants, and her calves being held by his hands and wrapped around his lean waist.
A slow, tingling stimulus caused Chen Mian to whimper and call out Chen Yu's name in a soft voice.
"Shen Yu, please don't—"
"Don't do that, is it like this?"
Chen Mian was startled by the sudden feeling of being lifted into the air. She bit her lower lip, choking back the gasps that were escaping from her throat.
The girls' restrooms in Suizhong are clean and hygienic. Students are responsible for cleaning only within their own classrooms. For other areas, the school spares no expense in hiring people to clean them, especially the restrooms. The cleaning lady comes to clean them every few classes.
The floor was gleaming, and the air was filled with the scent of lemon-scented air freshener.
Chen Mian was held by Shen Yu and placed on the toilet seat.
Before she could react, she saw Shen Yu kneeling in front of her.
Kneel on both knees.
Red basketball shorts, white tiles, gray partition walls.
And then, Chen Yin's laughing voice came from outside the door, "Chen Mian, she doesn't even deserve it!"
Lin Lin was completely unaware of how obsequious her voice was, and subconsciously replied, "She's not worthy. How could Shen Yu possibly be interested in her?"
As if in response, Shen Yu, who was kneeling in front of her, reached out and lifted her skirt.
That hand had smooth muscle lines in the forearm, and the veins on the back of the hand were clearly visible when the fingers were flexed.
Chen Mian couldn't help but think of Chen Song, whose hands also had bulging veins when he hit people.
Shen Yu's lips landed on her knee, kissing her trembling body.
"Have you studied dance?"
His insistence on this issue seemed inexplicable. The two were physically close, but their conversations always went against each other's preferences. Just as Chen Mian could never say anything that Shen Yu found pleasant, Shen Yu could never learn to remain silent about topics she didn't want to discuss.
His stubbornness is like that of a child asking for candy.
The child asking for candy wouldn't squat between the girl's legs, his warm lips brushing against her knees and moving upwards, his breath lingering on her inner thighs.
Chen Mian's body was limp, but her mouth was stubborn. "I don't know."
They just don't want to talk about it, they can't even be bothered to give a perfunctory answer.
Shen Yu chuckled. The person in his line of sight had a disheveled shirt, the hem of which had been pulled out from under the skirt, and several buttons had come undone, revealing a flat stomach.
Her legs were very slender, and the school uniform skirt was bought by Shen Yu, who liked to see Chen Mian wearing it.
His possessiveness towards her was categorized in different ways. He disliked her looking at others, but liked others to be fascinated by her, as if he had kept a beautiful bird in captivity. What he suppressed was a desire to show off that was visible only to himself.
Just like her body, every inch of her skin made him want to worship her.
Chen Mian is an indifferent god.
He was an arrogant believer.
"If you don't want to say anything, then can I touch you?"
Shen Yu has this ability: he can always say things full of lust in the most indifferent tone.
Questions are always declarative sentences; they are more like notifications than inquiries.
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved close between her legs, his panties still covered, and pressed his lips against her through the thin fabric.
Through the warm opening of her vulva, wisps of heat escaped, moistening her lips and tongue.
Chen Mian gripped the edge of the toilet seat tightly with her fingers, not daring to look down at the lewd scene unfolding before her.
Her upper teeth were tightly biting her lower lip, as if she could smell the scent of her own body being pressed down like an air freshener under Shen Yu's licking.
It seemed like the message was about to reach outside the door. Even though I knew it was impossible, I was still so nervous that my breathing became rapid.
Shen Yu's fingers were hard, gripping her thighs painfully, but his lips and tongue were soft, the tip of his tongue pressing against her clitoris, moving in and out.
Chen Mian's voice broke out, "Ugh—"
It was soft and sticky, and then a breath pressed down on it, turning into a "Mmm..."
Shen Yu looked up and saw that Chen Mian's eyes were moist, her lower lip was bitten tightly and looked as delicate as a newly blooming rose, and her fair face was tinged with a rosy glow.
"Chen Mian—" As he spoke, his parted lips pressed against her moist vulva, the smile in his voice carrying a warm breath that penetrated through the white fabric.
The feeling was indescribable, like being gently brushed with a feather at the entrance of the vagina, with the toes tense to resist the surging tide of passion.
Chen Mian is wet—
The water is flowing out!
Her underwear got all wet and smeared on his lips—
Physiological tears were forced out, and Chen Mian's eyes were wet. At Shen Yu's low, hoarse call, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed his hand that was placed between her legs. She couldn't help but want to touch it, to get closer, to have every inch of her body pressed tightly together.
"Sinking Domain".
She took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and said with an uncontrollable tremor, "...Kiss me."
A commanding tone, yet a coquettish one.
Strands of hair hanging down, a pitiful expression, slightly red eyes, moist eyelashes, and rosy lips.
Each one of them was sending seductive signals to Shen Yu.
Shen Yu's fingers parted the fabric that was already soaked, his fingertips hooking the thin edge. The pink petals trembled slightly under his gaze, and the vaginal fluid flowed out little by little from the middle, which Shen Yu caught on his fingertips.
A lewd touch, stretching out a thin, long silver thread.
Shen Yu placed it to his lips, and with a flick of his tongue, it licked into his lips.
He smiled and gently touched her vulva, correcting her in a coaxing tone, "Baby, it's not a kiss."
"—It's licking."
The words had barely left his mouth.
He moved closer.
Without the fabric to cover them.
His acupoint was completely exposed to him.
He lowered his head, his slightly stiff hair clinging to her lower abdomen. The moisture traveled from his hair to her skin, then from her skin back into her vagina, where his lips and tongue drew it out and brought it back into his mouth.
The tongue is flexible, licking and teasing the clitoris.
Outside the door.
Chen Yin turned off the tap, her tone dismissive.
"Of course, Shen Yu looks down on Chen Mian."
As she walked away with light steps, she was unaware that just a few steps away was the first stall in the enclosed women's restroom.
Shen Yu knelt between Chen Mian's legs, devoutly licking her vulva.
Glistening, sticky water droplets overflowed from the valley, flowing down the tip of his tongue across his thin lips and lingering on his chin.
Finally, it gathered into a droplet, stretched out into a thin silver thread, and dripped onto the white porcelain floor.
After the climax, Chen Mian was held in Shen Yu's arms.
"In the end, it still has to be given to me."
His voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a languid quality after the passion had subsided.
Chen Mian was stunned for a moment, and after a series of tingling sensations, she slowly understood what Shen Yu meant.
It was the bottle of water she was holding in the gymnasium, the one she had opened and drunk from.
It wasn't given to Shen Yu, but in the end it was given to Shen Yu.
In this way.
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