Only our heavy breathing remained in the room. Her sobs and my growls gradually subsided, and the air was filled with an extremely ambiguous scent—a mixture of the strong, pungent smell of male semen and her faint, youthful fragrance.
I looked at her flushed, tear-streaked face, her lips that were swollen and moist from being manipulated, and her eyes that were filled with my reflection, devoid of any harshness or sarcasm, only filled with unreserved dependence and ardent love.
The initial smug satisfaction of successfully pulling off a prank somehow slowly subsided, transforming into a more complex and intense emotion. This label... isn't it a bit too much?
"Young..." My voice was a little dry. My penis felt so good from being licked that it was still tingling and had a lingering aftertaste.
She lowered her head shyly, her voice soft and hoarse with a hint of sobbing: "Brother... is it comfortable?" But her gaze couldn't help but drift towards my limp penis between my legs.
"...So good." To be honest, my voice was terribly hoarse, but damn, it felt amazing.
She immediately seemed to have received the highest reward, and the corners of her mouth quickly curved upwards, revealing a particularly sweet, satisfied, and even slightly shy and smug smile. The smile was so innocent that it formed a stark and lewd contrast with what she had just done.
We hurriedly cleaned up the "battlefield," our underwear was so wet in the crotch that it was unwearable, so we had to just put on our outer pants. The smell in the air wouldn't dissipate anytime soon, so we had to open the window for ventilation.
Like a kitten that had successfully stolen some fish but was afraid of being caught, Shen Youyi tiptoed back to her room to wash up and change clothes.
By the time I finally finished washing up, she was already sitting at the dining table, her little face still flushed, sipping her milk with her head down.
My mom, Zhou Huixin, was putting fried eggs on the table when she saw me. As usual, she started nagging, "Momo, you're sleeping in again! I asked Youyou to wake you up, why are you taking so long? Are you pretending not to hear me again?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Youyi quickly looked up at me, her eyes watery, filled with lingering desire and shyness. Two red clouds rose on her cheeks as she mumbled softly, "No...no, Mom. My brother...he's sleeping soundly. I called him for so long...I'm exhausted..." Her words were indistinct, yet they made my heart skip a beat.
My mom didn't pay much attention and gave me a few more words of advice about studying.
I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles while eating breakfast, constantly glancing at the person across from me.
Shen Youyi kept her head down the whole time, and the tips of her ears were red, as if they could drip blood. Although the marks on her neck were covered with powder, a closer look revealed a suspicious blush.
Occasionally, our eyes would meet, and she would immediately look away like a startled deer, but a sweet smile would secretly curve her lips.
After breakfast, we headed out to our tutoring class together. The morning sun was still dazzling, and the asphalt still smelled cloying. But the person walking beside me seemed... completely different.
Shen Youyi walked beside me, her little hand trying to reach out and hold mine several times, but then shyly withdrew.
Finally, she seemed to have mustered up her courage and quickly hooked her little finger around my index finger.
Her fingertips were cold and still smelled of milk, or maybe it was just my imagination.
I looked down at her.
She was looking up at me, sunlight falling on her long eyelashes. Through the gaps in those eyelashes, I no longer saw the arrogance and cunning of the past, but only pure, sparkling joy and affection. Her gaze was like that of a god looking at her, thick and inseparable.
"Brother..." she whispered to me, her voice sweet as honey, with a hint of lingering desire in its hoarseness.
I gripped that slender little finger tightly, and the complex emotions in my heart churned even more violently, like porridge boiling over.
System... isn't this thing a bit... too strong? It's practically turning people into nymphomaniacs.
The afternoon tutoring class was like a giant steamer, making it hard to breathe.
Knowledge points go in one ear and out the other, formulas spin in front of your eyes, making you dizzy and disoriented.
Finally, the bell rang, and Shen Youyi and I followed the crowd out of the building.
The air was still sweltering in late summer, and the ground reeked of asphalt. I was just thinking about getting home and chugging a large glass of ice water when my right hand was suddenly grabbed by a small, cool, and soft hand.
"Brother! This way!" Shen Youyi's voice was very low, with an urgent tone that left no room for argument. She pulled me towards a narrow alley next to the tutoring center.
This alley is sandwiched between two old residential buildings, piled with discarded cardboard boxes and miscellaneous items, and is rarely used by people.
The rays of the setting sun cut in at an angle, bathing everything in a warm gold, half in the light and half hidden in deep shadow.
Before I could even stand still, Shen Youyi pounced on me like a light butterfly!
She pushed off with her legs and jumped into the air, her arms naturally wrapping around my neck.
I instinctively reached out to catch it, and my hand landed perfectly on her round, perky buttocks.
The touch was soft and elastic even through the thin skirt.
Her two slender legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, like a koala hanging from a tree.
"Brother..." She tilted her small face up, very close, her breath brushing against my nose, carrying a faint sweet scent of candy, as well as the clean scent of a young girl.
Those big eyes, which always had a touch of mischievousness, were now like they were soaking in spring water, wet and glistening, churning with an intense, unyielding emotion, shining brightly as they stared intently at my lips.
Without needing a single word, without giving me even a moment to react, those delicate, pink lips awkwardly and eagerly pressed against mine, precisely sealing my lips.
The impact was quite forceful; my teeth almost hit her soft lips.
Her lips were warm, dry, and trembling slightly.
Clumsy and disorganized.
She was like a child who had just received a new toy, completely clueless about how to use this intimate tool.
Driven only by instinct, she pressed her soft lips tightly and stubbornly against mine, sucking and rubbing them. I could even feel the tiny breaths exhaled from her small nose as she breathed rapidly.
She tentatively stuck out her little tongue, cautiously and shyly licking my lips, again and again. Her movements were as innocent as a kitten licking water.
Yet it was precisely this extremely awkward kiss that carried a raw, pure beauty that struck straight to the heart. Like a flower blooming for the first time, glistening with morning dew, clumsy yet possessing a power to move the soul.
That unreserved intimacy and dependence, mixed with her refreshing girlish scent and the soft, warm touch in my arms, was simply the most powerful aphrodisiac.
This feels damn awesome!
It made my heart flutter even more than that sneaky morning exercise session this morning!
I immediately took the initiative, opening my mouth to accept her timid little tongue, using my own tongue to guide it as it clumsily intertwined and danced together, deepening the kiss.
The alley was quiet, with only our heavy breathing and the wet sounds of our lips and tongues entwined, which were particularly clear and alluring in the silence.
After a long time, so long that my arms, which were wrapped around her buttocks, started to ache, Shen Youyi finally sobbed and pushed me away a little bit with slight force.
Her body was still trembling slightly, and she hung limply on me, as if her bones had been removed.
She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving rapidly. The soft fabric beneath her shirt pressed against my chest, and I could feel the violent pounding of her heartbeat.
Her cheeks were as red as the sunset, her eyes were filled with moisture, and her lips were red and swollen from my kisses, slightly parted, glistening with an alluring sheen.
"Ha...ha..." She gasped, her eyes misty and unfocused as she stared at me, her voice soft and sweet like melted syrup, tinged with an indescribable grievance and lingering fear, "Brother...you really, really love you...before...before it was all my fault...I deliberately made you angry, I deliberately said those things...I was afraid...afraid that you would hate me..."
Her small hands gripped the fabric of my shirt tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white, as if she were clutching some lost and found treasure, afraid it would fly away if she let go.
Seeing her honest yet somewhat humble and foolish demeanor at this moment, and recalling her past "vicious" verbal attacks, the contrast almost made me burst out laughing.
I forced down the corners of my mouth that were turning up, adjusted my expression, and tried my best to make my eyes look tolerant and doting.
"Silly girl," I lowered my head, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, my voice low and soft, "How could I hate you? Whether it was the Youyou of the past or the Youyou of now..."
I paused, then deliberately added in a lower, more seductive voice to her ear, with a hint of mischievous teasing: "...They are all my little darlings, all the most...cutest."
I whispered the word "cute," but it struck her like an electric current. I could feel the legs wrapped around my waist tighten suddenly, and my body trembled slightly.
She let out a muffled whimper, like a kitten whose fur had been stroked.
She buried her flushed cheeks in the crook of my neck and nuzzled against me, then suddenly lifted her head, her eyes burning even hotter, with a reckless persistence, and kissed me again.
This time, it seemed to have gained a little more "insight." Its tongue no longer licked aimlessly; instead, it showed more signs of imitation, sucking hard on my lower lip.
The midday sun shone on our tightly embracing figures, casting an ambiguous and entangled image on the mottled wall.
No one paid any more attention to the test papers and homework in their schoolbags; all that remained in the alley was the increasingly intense and passionate kissing.
It wasn't until the temperature rose that I finally carried the reluctant Shen Youyi out of the alley.
Her small hand slid into my palm, her five cool, slender fingers intertwining tightly with mine, unwilling to let go.
We strolled hand in hand, silently, all the way to our doorstep. She kept glancing at me from the side, a sweet, silly smile playing on her lips.