22/Butterfly (Light H Foreplay)
When her chin was lifted, Chen Mian was calm. She thought Shen Yu would kiss her, but he didn't.
He only forced her to look directly at him, almost forcing her to.
“Your eyes are calm when you say these words.”
It's like a vast ocean, where nothing can stir up any waves.
He deliberately pretended to be happy to oblige whatever he wanted.
He gripped her chin with a bit more force, his posture appearing superior, yet he let her hold him without pushing her away.
He leaned back lazily, and after saying those words, there was no follow-up. It was as if he was simply stating a fact. He loosened his grip on her and instead stroked the back of her neck. His fingertips were cool. They stopped there, pressing against her cervical vertebrae, and gradually moved down, being restricted by the collar of her school uniform.
Chen Mian felt she shouldn't stop him, so she reached out and unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time.
Her fingers were beautiful, with long, slender knuckles and a faint pinkish tinge to her finger bones.
Underneath her shirt was a white bra, revealing her beautiful, round, and full breasts, which were rising and falling with her rapid breathing, like waves rippling on the surface of a rising tide. She asked Chen Yu, "Is that so? Your eyes are calm, but what about your body? Is it calm?"
Her clothes were undone, but Chen Yu was still fully dressed. He leaned there without moving, his fingers acting like a detector held by a teacher in school, tracing from the back of her neck, across her shoulder blades, and down her delicate neck. He chuckled, "Why are you shaking?"
With ill intentions, his lewd fingers contrasted sharply with his composed gentlemanly demeanor. Seeing that Chen Mian remained silent, he even offered a rather understanding answer, "Did you enjoy it?"
His fingers roamed between Chen Mian's breasts, his index finger moving up and down, the bow in the middle of her bra resting on his fingertip. He hooked his finger around the edge of the underwire, gently lifted it, and pulled it upwards, revealing two soft mounds of flesh. The nipples were red, the areolas were pink, and then, circle by circle, they turned into creamy white.
Shen Yu rarely indulged in such debauchery; he pinched the red tip with his fingers, stroking it until it gradually hardened from its softness.
Physiologically speaking, being touched or kneaded in one's private parts can cause the body to tremble, followed by a misconception of wanting to depend on and have more of it.
The body is governed by the soul, yet it is far more honest than the soul.
Shen Yu held her left breast, his palm pressed against her heartbeat, each beat feeling like a kiss on the lines of his palm.
It's like a deep-sea fish finally mustering the courage to leap out of the water and kiss a low-flying seagull.
Chen Mian was panting, and when she looked down, she could see the alluring sight of his fingers gripping her breasts, but she stubbornly asked, "Didn't you enjoy it?"
As she spoke, she looked down at him with a defiant expression, glancing past his hand and down to his crotch.
The middle of the school trousers is bulging.
Then she smiled at him, her eyes conveying only one message: How much better are you?
The battle was about to erupt, their lips were only a finger's width apart, yet no kiss fell; their eye contact at such close range felt like a clash of weapons.
Breathing was their fuel, and their collision was a burst of sparks; neither of them looked away.
The lights outside the window were shattered and scattered all over the floor, the colorful light seemed to transport the room from Earth to a galaxy visitor, the ground swayed amidst the turbulent clouds, and they gazed at each other silently in the earthquake.
After a long while, Chen Mian heard Shen Yu say to her, "Chen Mian, the situation is a bit bad."
Chen Mian: "What's wrong?"
Shen Yu smiled and leaned closer, his breath falling on her face, his voice very soft, "I have butterflies in my stomach."
What?
Before Chen Mian could react to the meaning behind his words, Shen Yu kissed her.
Chen Mian felt the butterfly fly from Shen Yu to her, fluttering along their lips as they touched.
In stark contrast to the gentle kiss, Shen Yu's hands moved in different ways. One hand held her chest, and the other gripped her waist, leading her step by step backward until her back pressed against the shoe cabinet, her back aching from the handle.
"The Sinking Domain..."
"Um."
The fighting stopped, he released his hands from her, bent down and picked her up in his arms.
The clasp on her bra had been undone at some point, and it hung loosely on her shoulders, swaying slightly with her steps. The night temperature in Suibei was much lower than during the day. She snuggled closer to him, and he glanced down at her, asking, "Want to see the night view of Suibei?"
Chen Mian was in a daze, clutching the clothes around his waist. Before she could answer, she was carried to the French windows.
Outside the window, cars streamed endlessly, and the lights cast dappled shadows, revealing the bustling prosperity of Suibei at night.
Separated only by a floor-to-ceiling window, Chen Mian braced her hands on the glass, bent over, and her skirt rode up, vaguely revealing her light pink underwear and the white and sensual pink between her legs.
This position made Chen Mian feel uneasy. She felt that people outside the window were watching them. Even though it was a tall building, she still felt that countless eyes were spying on their intimate actions.
Her fingers were curled up, and her breathing was trembling with nervousness.
“Sinking… Domain…”
But the person behind her didn't answer her; instead, he hugged her from behind, pinching her breasts with his fingers.
"I told you to look at the scenery, why are you calling my name?"
He felt her heartbeat, while his other hand roamed freely between her legs, reaching deep into her skirt to touch the delicate skin between her thighs. With each movement, he could see her fingers working so hard that her knuckles turned white. Her breath fogged up the French windows, blurring everything outside, and their silhouettes were vaguely reflected on them.
In Shen Yu's eyes, this scene was the final, decisive blow that shattered his reason.
Chen Mian heard the sound of a zipper coming from behind her. Their previous lovemaking had always been straightforward. Shen Yu was like a wolf that could never get enough to eat, unable to pretend to be a gentleman. He wanted to start thrusting rapidly from the moment they were on the bed. Foreplay was at most just fingers. The time he licked her in the women's restroom was also a first.
But on those nights, the lights were off, and Chen Mian could only see Shen Yu's clear eyes. Sweat dripped onto her face and was covered by his kisses. His thrusting was intense, but his movements were gentle.
I wanted to destroy her, but at the same time I felt sorry for her.
That was the feeling Shen Yu had given her every time they made love before.
This time was different. This time, Shen Yu was gentle, so gentle that even her movements when she came close were very careful.
He only unzipped his school trousers, but didn't take them off. He pressed himself close to her, kissing her neck with fine, dense kisses, like the misty rain of northern Suiyuan, seemingly there yet lingering, making the air thick with affection.
Overwhelmed by passion, Shen Yu leaned closer, kissed her damp hair, and called her, "Chen Mian."
Chen Mian felt as if she were in a dream, her consciousness hazy as she was pushed upwards by the waves. The places he had kissed felt like they had been drenched in snow, and when their lips parted, the wind made them feel as wet and cool as melting snow.
"Can you feel it?"
"A butterfly has landed on you."
As his voice fell, her chest was grasped again, her heart was kneaded lightly or heavily, and the frequency of its beating seemed to be controlled by Shen Yu. She was picked up again.
The room was spotless after being cleaned. A long plush blanket, like a pile of snow, was spread on the snow-white sofa. She was placed on the snow pile with her legs spread apart. Shen Yu knelt on one knee between them, his knee pressing against her thighs, which she was trying to close. The fabric of her school trousers clashed against her light pink underwear.
Chen Mian's breathing seemed to be paused, her fingers sinking into the downy hairs, wanting to clench them tightly but unable to control them.
She opened her eyes and saw that Shen Yu had unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, then pulled his phone, which was constantly flashing due to messages, from his pocket and tossed it aside. Music started flowing from the speaker.
The male voice sang in French with an ambiguous tone.
Chen Mian suddenly felt very thirsty. She reached out to grab the glass on the coffee table, but someone stopped her wrist.
Shen Yu chuckled, almost helplessly. "I want to make love to you, but you want to drink water. Fine, I'll serve you."
The glass was empty, and he didn't even change his posture. Chen Mian heard the sound of ice cubes falling into the glass, and then someone put their arm around her waist and brought the glass to her lips.
Small ice cubes floating on the water's surface were bitten between the teeth, and water rippled out ambiguously.
Shen Yu's eyes were deep and unfathomable. Seeing that she had finished drinking, he casually put the cup on the table, and the glass made a crisp sound as it clattered against the glass.
The phone lying to the side, in each ambiguous sentence, ambiguously uttered the same word: L'amour.
The ice cube that Chen Mian was biting into felt like a wake-up call.
He asked Shen Yu vaguely, "Is it in French?"
Shen Yu leaned in and kissed her; the ice cubes lingered on their lips, the coldness melting away with the warmth.
Spring arrives between the lips, and the melting winter flows away through the gap between them.
He gently touched her lips and answered her with his breath, "Mmm."
"W-What do you mean?"
"love."
The distance closed again, and he lowered his head to kiss her chest, capturing each tremor in her mouth.
"It's a good time."
I know nothing about love.
"Je le cherche encore."
—I am still searching
As he spoke the last sentence, he took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue sweeping over it, his voice muffled.
"L'amour c'est toi peut-être."
—Maybe love is you
The boy's voice in French was gentle and melodious, like a wind chime swaying in a spring breeze.
It's like the morning bell ringing after each wish is made in an ancient mountain temple.
Chen Mian clearly didn't understand the meaning of the lyrics, but her heart was inexplicably pounding. She subconsciously wanted to clench her hands together and pinch her palms to resist the surging emotions that were even more intense than the tide of love.
But they were entangled together, their fingers intertwined.
Chen Mian bit her lower lip.
Even though there was no ice left, I felt like there was ice everywhere, and my body was trembling.
Upon hearing this, Chen Mian heard Shen Yu chuckle, seemingly quite pleased with his victory.
She released her lips in an instant, her palms pressed together, feeling each other's warmth.
She heard her own voice, clearly tinged with resentment, uttered, only to be shattered by his kiss.
"—Then, then...where are the butterflies?"
Shen Yu looked up and saw the girl's flushed face and her lips, which were bitten so tightly they turned into a begonia color.
He took Chen Mian's hand and covered it with his heart.
Those beautiful peach blossom eyes looked at her and answered her.
"butterflies in one's stomach."
butterflies in one's stomach.
He felt nervous and uneasy because of her approach.
It's like there are butterflies flying inside my stomach.
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Ha, ha, ha ha ha.
Who would have thought that all three thousand words were foreplay?
If you think our Xiao Shen is very gentle, remember to feed him some pearls!
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