42/Make a wish (H)
Every intimate moment together in the depths of the earth is agonizing.
He would catch any reaction. His hand slipped under her skirt, pulled open the edge of her panties, and reached into her softness. When his fingers sank in, Chen Mian subconsciously bit her lower lip. She heard him chuckle softly. His gaze at her was indifferent. Perhaps it was her birthday, or perhaps the scene and atmosphere truly pleased him.
Shen Yu's voice was filled with laughter as he said to her, "Are you already panting, little sister? I haven't even started yet."
Chen Mian knew that Shen Yu's friends would call her "Sister Chen," but it was all in jest. Shen Yu's use of the word "sister" was ambiguous and, when it reached her ears, became the most sophisticated form of flirting. The biggest drawback of being close is that while one can hide one's emotions on the surface with indifference, one's body language cannot hide them at all.
Fortunately, the two were in the bathtub, and the warm water flowed over them. The water that was being constantly stimulated by fingers blurred the source of the water, and Chen Mian was still able to stubbornly insist, "I wasn't panting."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Shen Yu inserted another finger. The person who had just said he wasn't out of breath grabbed his wrist, then immediately contradicted himself, uttering a soft "hmm" that seemed to leak from his chest.
Shen Yu chuckled and mimicked her, "Not panting? Hmm, what's going on?"
Eighteen-year-old Shen Yu seemed no different from sixteen- or seventeen-year-old Shen Yu. He still liked to tease her during sex, mimicking all her reactions in an attempt to make her admit that she was also addicted.
His gaze was fiery, and everything he looked at seemed chaotic. Chen Mian simply looked at the wall and saw the water droplets slowly rolling down. Her voice also became heated, "Yes, it's my response to you."
Chen Mian could never learn to be clever. It seemed to be her instinct to refute Shen Yu, but she forgot that she was the one who would suffer after each rebuttal. She had the upper hand in words, but in sex, he would always make her pay back.
Just then, as soon as she finished speaking, the other person's fingers intensified, the added fingers like two fish stirring up waves of desire within her.
She heard Shen Yu mimicking her breathing in her ear, his Adam's apple seemingly pressed against her earlobe, causing a ticklish sensation.
In that unbearable moment, he heard Shen Yu's muffled laughter again.
"What exactly are you trying to prove, Chen Mian?"
His body had given him the most enthusiastic response, from his soft breasts to his tight vagina, all welcoming him, but his mouth stubbornly refused to listen.
"You're quite like a newly hatched chick."
Chen Mian frowned, unable to communicate with her as calmly as Shen Yu could. Most of her consciousness was focused on her lower body being repeatedly poked, while the other half was enveloped in the sweet scent of strawberries, making her feel hazy.
She didn't understand the meaning behind Shen Yu's words, but instinctively felt that they weren't good things to say, so she grabbed his arm.
I feel like Shen Yu talks a lot, especially during sex. It's not any kind of dirty talk, but rather things that leave you completely baffled, yet somehow still pique your curiosity.
Her usual clarity and composure seemed to have been temporarily lost, and she couldn't help but ask, "What?"
Then they heard Shen Yu's answer, "Never heard of that saying? A newly hatched chick, tough on the outside but weak on the inside, isn't that just you?"
Chen Mian: "..."
So annoying, the Sinking Domain is super annoying.
She reached out to push him, but someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.
Chen Mian seemed to sense something and looked into Shen Yu's eyes.
His eyes were full of indulgence, and he smiled as he coaxed her, "It's my birthday, Chen Mian, touch me."
He was carefree and dissolute, his words and actions were both straightforward. He temporarily withdrew his fingers from her body, and her dilated vagina could not close completely for the time being. Just before the water was about to rush in, Shen Yu hooked the edge of her panties and put them back on.
He was still explaining to Chen Mian as if he were giving a science lesson, "If this water gets in, you'll be pickled in strawberry flavor and turn into a strawberry spirit."
Chen Mian wanted to curse him, but when she saw Shen Yu taking off his pants, even though they had slept together so many times, seeing this scene still felt like being burned. She tried to cover it up by looking away and instead looked at the wall where water droplets were rolling down. Shen Yu smiled when he saw her like this and didn't say anything more. He took her hand and led her to his already hard lower body.
When he held it, Shen Yu felt good. Chen Mian's hand was small and soft, not very fleshy, but fair and tender. There were calluses on her index finger from writing. He moved it back and forth against his penis.
He saw that Chen Mian was turning her face away, stubbornly refusing to look at him. He stroked her back with his other hand, as if soothing a tantrum-throwing animal, and kept saying, "Chen Mian, look at me."
The simple name "Chen Mian" became more endearing than "baby" and more touching than "Mianmian" in his mouth.
The sound fell on her ears like a midnight lullaby radio program only open to her.
Chen Mian couldn't help but turn around and look at Shen Yu's Adam's apple, a sight she always couldn't help but glance at when she was caught in the mire of lust.
The hands that were being moved up and down were a little numb, as if they had become a ruler, forced to feel the temperature, hardness and size of Shen Yu's body again and again.
The circle wasn't tight; it moved up and down like stroking a thriving sapling, the lines of his palm revealing the prominent veins.
He was clearly being comforted, but Chen Mian himself was breathing rapidly and felt hot all over.
It felt like the hot water was being poured over their bodies again.
Chen Mian couldn't help but urge him, "Are you done yet?"
Shen Yu's voice trailed off: "Not so fast, let's do it a little longer."
It's never going to end.
It would be better to just do it directly; that would be less tedious than what we're going through now.
But Chen Yu was different. Tonight, You Huai's question about whether he ejaculated prematurely during his first time reminded him of his less-than-pleasant experience. As if he were competing with himself, he held Chen Mian's hand and asked, "Was it hard? Was it big?"
Men rarely say dirty talk in bed, but tonight it was as if some kind of shackle had been broken, and he kept asking Chen Mian these questions.
Chen Mian was a little annoyed, but seeing Shen Yu's upturned lips and raised eyebrows, she swallowed her words and gave a perfunctory "hmm".
This response clearly did not satisfy Shen Yu. Simply stroking back and forth could not relieve his desire. He looked at Chen Mian's soft lips, but looked away after just one glance. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his body felt hot. He had seen all the scenes of oral sex in those erotic films. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. Today was his birthday, and he could ask Chen Mian for this as a birthday wish. There was a chance that she would agree.
But Shen Yu didn't say that.
There are many erotic topics among male friends. Some have even had real experience with sex, treating it as a trophy and using the woman's reaction to demonstrate their prowess, as if it were a skill worth showing off. The content is detailed and specific.
At that moment, Shen Yu still had a cigarette in his mouth. When he heard this question, he thought of Chen Mian's slightly parted lips when she was in the throes of passion. She was more charming than a begonia, and the sound she made was more tender than a night rain. Even her simple moans were like an aphrodisiac, making people unable to resist.
They say that being held in someone's mouth is like being in heaven.
Shen Yu thought, "If Chen Mian is willing to spread his legs for me to fuck, I'm already a god."
Someone asked Shen Yu, "Have you ever been given oral sex?"
He stubbed out his cigarette, wrapped it in a tissue, threw it in the trash can, glanced at the person in the trash, and told them to get lost.
He never mentioned his romantic relationship with Chen Mian to anyone.
People around them find it hard to understand their way of getting along, and they think Chen Mian is cold. There are also many people like You Huai who directly advise him.
They felt he was at a disadvantage and easily manipulated, which made him seem unlike the Chen Yu they knew.
You Huai always called him a simp, but Shen Yu's rebuttals were genuinely heartfelt.
Feelings of attraction, liking, and love are simply a kind of feeling. Everyone's personality is different, and the way people get along is also different. Even family affection and friendship are difficult to define in a uniform way, let alone feelings, which are invisible and intangible.
Some people are passionate and express their feelings frankly and directly.
That also means allowing some people to have preferences that are difficult to express.
A howling gale is wind, and a elusive breeze is also wind.
The willows swaying by the river are a sign of spring, and the wildflowers growing by the roadside are also a sign of spring.
Does liking someone that others can't see mean it's not liking them at all?
Shen Yu believes that people can maintain a long-term relationship mostly because they care about each other.
If someone truly had no heart at all, then why was it only him and not someone else?
Chen Mian is just not very good at expressing herself.
At this moment, she clearly wanted it, but she was holding back. Her toes were curled up, her knuckles were white as she gripped the hem of his clothes, and her tightly clenched lips and red eyes revealed that she too had fallen into this abyss of desire.
So, Shen Yu hooked his arm around her waist, tore off her coverings, and grasped his hard penis as he slowly penetrated her wet door.
It was like unlocking the door to her with a key.
The moment of complete penetration, Shen Yu suddenly remembered something else.
He reached out and covered Chen Mian's eyes. Her wet eyelashes trembled in his palm, like a butterfly that was wet in the rainy season but still wanted to take flight.
Chen Mian's voice seemed to be muffled, veiled by a layer of mist, and carried a hint of warmth as she asked, "Chen Yu... what are you doing?"
Then she heard Shen Yu say to her, "I forgot something earlier, it's quite important."
Chen Mian was somewhat confused. "W-what?"
Shen Yu nudged her again. Chen Mian's vision was dark, and the water stirred up by the movement splashed like rain on banana leaves, landing on her arms and neck.
His lower body movements were intense, but Shen Yu's voice sounded inexplicably aggrieved, "I forgot to make a wish."
Chen Mian was momentarily speechless.
Her memories of birthdays were actually quite vague. The only memorable one was when she was six years old, when Ruan Yanmei bought her a cake. The lights in the room were off, and only the candlelight flickered.
Ruan Yanmei clapped her hands and sang "Happy Birthday" to her, urging her to close her eyes and make a wish. At that time, Chen Mian put her hands together and wished that her mother would stop urging her to go to dance class every day.
Her six-year-old wish was fulfilled at the age of twelve, but the wishes she made alone at twelve—that her father would stop gambling and drinking and that her mother would come back to her side—were selectively ignored by the gods.
At that time, Chen Mian knew that other people's coins would turn into two sides when tossed, but no matter how she tossed her coin, the side that faced the toss always pointed to misfortune.
So she stopped making wishes and stopped celebrating her birthday.
Even if that day is Children's Day, a day when all children would be happy.
But Chen Mian was not happy.
A kiss landed on her brow.
The hand covering the eyes did not fall.
Chen Mian heard Shen Yu say to her in a casual tone, "But I don't lack anything, so I really can't think of any wishes to make. So Chen Mian, my eighteenth birthday wish is for you."
No one will hear it, and no one will make it happen.
Wishes are no different from daydreams; they are simply beautiful expectations that one cannot fulfill, which are then entrusted to the gods.
It's better not to place any hope in the first place than to have expectations that are destined to fail.
But at this moment, nothing can be seen, everything seems like an illusion, even the fullness of the body seems like a hallucination.
Only the kiss on the forehead felt real, its sound like a candle flame lit in the darkness.
The sixth birthday cake reappeared before my eyes.
However, the person standing next to the cake was not Ruan Yanmei, but eighteen-year-old Shen Yu.
He told her, "Make a wish, Chen Mian."
She has always been unlucky, doesn't believe in gods, and doesn't believe in the idea of good deeds being rewarded and evil deeds being punished. She stubbornly believes that things are up to people, and that the wheel of cause and effect can only be turned by oneself, not by some vague and illusory cycle of reincarnation.
However, in a space filled with the scent of strawberries, in a bathtub where water envelops the body.
Chen Mian closed her eyes, her eyelashes brushing against Chen Yu's palm.
Clutching the wish that Shen Yu had given her, she felt like a person walking in the dark who had suddenly been given a lamp, and in the dim light, she believed in the idea of wishes once again.
If God truly exists.
If the wish that Shen Yu gave her could really come true.
Then, Chen Mian hopes.
All darkness that never sees the sun will eventually see the light of day.
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