Compatibility - Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Adults all have pasts, and in matters of the bedroom, there's really no need to dig too deeply. However, the "expertise" Liu Zhaoran often displayed always gave Song Nanyin the impression that she had "played around a lot" before.

Thinking that this person had done similar things with others in the past, Song Nanyin felt a sour ache in her heart. It wasn't that she minded, or that she was being overly sensitive. It was simply that there was a bowl filled with vinegar inside her, and at the slightest collision, the bitter liquid sloshed over the rim.

It was because she cared that she sought answers, wondering what sort of past that person had in the time before their paths had crossed.

Realizing she was having such thoughts, Song Nanyin felt her face grow hot with embarrassment. She didn't really want to admit that she seemed to care about Liu Zhaoran an awful lot. This wasn't good...

"What's wrong, Team Leader Song?" Liu Zhaoran turned around and smiled at Song Nanyin's dazed expression. The movement twisted her body to the side, her slender waist curving, and the faint outline of the muscle lines on her lower abdomen was visible.

Liu Zhaoran was by no means the voluptuous type. She was lean and slender, yet carried a sense of strength, and in clothes, such a figure came across as ascetic and elegant. But once the clothes came off, the protruding arch of her ribs and the half-hidden lines of her abdominal muscles became lethal weapons of seduction.

Song Nanyin suddenly felt that Liu Zhaoran's daily workouts weren't without reason. This kind of body really was beautiful to look at, and... it made her feel lustful.

"N-nothing... I just think... you know quite a lot of tricks." Song Nanyin muttered under her breath, but it didn't escape Liu Zhaoran's ears. Being a sharp one, Liu Zhaoran guessed what was on Song Nanyin's mind in an instant and let out a light laugh.

"Is Team Leader Song feeling jealous? Don't worry. I've never used this position with anyone else, and as for oral, you're the only one I've ever had in my mouth." Liu Zhaoran said it bluntly, her tone as serious as if she were reporting on work.

All her little thoughts had been seen through clearly. Song Nanyin's face flushed, and she stammered for a long moment without being able to form a coherent sentence. Her eyes felt scorching hot. She raised her gaze and saw Liu Zhaoran's beautiful breast in profile, a plump, fair teardrop tipped with a glistening little crimson berry.

At this, the temperature of her face traitorously climbed even higher.

So hot. She just wanted to soak herself in cold water to cool down.

"Don't talk nonsense. I... what could I possibly be jealous about?"

"Oh? Then I apologize. I was being presumptuous. I thought Team Leader Song cared about me a great deal. But I'm very happy that Team Leader Song's experiences in this regard have all been with me."

Liu Zhaoran smiled, her phoenix eyes narrowing into crescent moons and a small dimple forming at the corner of her mouth. She tilted her head, the beautiful line of her neck stretching taut, the two long vertical tendons straining, which brought the mole perched perfectly upon them to life.

Song Nanyin stared blankly at the red mole on Liu Zhaoran's neck, as if a flame had suddenly blazed up her throat, leaving her parched and dry.

She just... really wanted to lick it.

"Come on, weren't we... going to do it?" Song Nanyin turned her head away awkwardly and shifted her body, immediately feeling the wetness at her lower abdomen. Her body stiffened as she realized what part of Liu Zhaoran was pressed against her, and her gaze shifted at once from dry heat to damp heat.

She knew Liu Zhaoran was sensitive, but... today she seemed especially fervent. There was so much fluid, hot and plentiful, flowing down her stomach all the way to her waist...

"Why are you... so wet?" Song Nanyin wondered whether she had "starved" Liu Zhaoran. Otherwise, how could she already be this "thirsty" when they had only just begun?

Hearing this, Liu Zhaoran, uncharacteristically, failed to maintain her usual effortless composure. She checked her own condition for a moment, and after confirming her state, a faint blush crept across her face.

"Sorry. It might be because this position is too stimulating, so I'm rather sensitive. If Team Leader Song doesn't want to use her mouth, we can use a different position." Liu Zhaoran said seriously and began to rise. But Song Nanyin wrapped her arms around her hips and pulled her back.

"Stop being so scheming. Don't think I don't know you. Fine, I'm not disgusted by you, I just feel a little embarrassed."

Song Nanyin didn't want Liu Zhaoran to misunderstand that she had any reservations about this. After all, as Liu Zhaoran had pointed out, she had already used her mouth on Song Nanyin, and returning the favor was only fair.

Hearing this, Liu Zhaoran smiled and nodded, finally turning back around. Song Nanyin watched her bend low at the waist, lifting her buttocks slightly, that fair, tender flesh hanging right before her eyes, and mere centimeters from her lips lay that glistening, honeyed place.

They had done intimate things many times, but this was genuinely the first time Song Nanyin had seen Liu Zhaoran there in such detail. It was beautiful. That was her first thought.

Liu Zhaoran was very clean there. She had removed the hair, leaving the area completely unobstructed. Above her pubic bone lay a fine, dense down, incredibly soft. The colors on her body were vivid, a red in sharp contrast to her cool-toned fair skin. And this pinkness showed here as well.

Fair, glistening petals wrapped around two fresh, tender buds within, all of it slick with moisture, blooming outward, wet and delicate. Yet this blooming had not yet reached its most magnificent moment, so it remained somewhat restrained, carrying a hint of shyness.

Before doing this, Song Nanyin had wondered whether she would feel uncomfortable. But when the moment truly arrived, she discovered she didn't need to "adapt" to the process at all. Everything felt natural, as if it were simply meant to be.

Her palm slid along Liu Zhaoran's hip, and Song Nanyin touched the ribs she had been longing for. She traced her fingertips over them lightly and slowly, silently counting them in her mind. In the air, Liu Zhaoran's scent gradually thickened.

Song Nanyin was certain this was not her imagination. Liu Zhaoran's scent was growing stronger and stronger, as if it had taken on a physical form, condensing in the air and swirling around her.

"Team Leader Song, you... mm..." A gentle press on her lower abdomen cut off the words Liu Zhaoran was about to say. She lowered herself, and her soft, glistening petals met lips that were just as soft.

Admittedly, Song Nanyin's technique wasn't very good. To be perfectly honest, her technique was no technique at all. Yet even such inexperienced advances sent a shuddering pleasure through Liu Zhaoran, a feeling she had never known before.

The lips kissing and enclosing her private place were soft and hot. Though only her genitals were held within Song Nanyin's mouth, Liu Zhaoran felt as though her entire being were inside it. Her limbs, her bones, her veins, all swayed precariously under that intense heat, as if they would collapse and melt the very next second.

Her labia were held fully within that mouth, not a single inch left exposed to the air. Lips pressed against the wet, soft flesh while a nimble little tongue stirred up chaos inside.

Song Nanyin had no idea what she was doing, and she certainly couldn't match Liu Zhaoran's oral skill, the kind that could drive her to the brink of life and death with just a few casual strokes. Liu Zhaoran was scorching hot there, as if she had just stepped out of a hot spring pool, though they had already spent plenty of time out here.

The plump outer lips were scalding, the small, fragile inner labia burned against the tongue, not to mention the vagina inside the opening, which kept clenching and contracting without pause.

Song Nanyin probed a little deeper. The mere invasion of her tongue tip made Liu Zhaoran's breathing turn several times more rapid, and the surrounding air became steeped in her scent.

"Team Leader Song, mm..." Liu Zhaoran called her name, soft and sweet, her voice seductive and stirring. Song Nanyin felt that this might be the first time the Black-Hearted Lotus had appeared so vulnerable like this, giving her the sensation of finally being in control, of having the other person in her grasp.

Thanks to the brief probing and invasion just now, the tightly closed cleft gradually began to show signs of loosening and parting. It trickled like a stream, like a thirsty mouth, wanting to swallow something to relieve its emptiness.

Liu Zhaoran let out a weak, gasping breath, putting as much strength as she could into her knees and arching her buttocks higher to keep herself from going completely limp.

"Black-Hearted Lotus, you're so hot there, and so wet." Song Nanyin said quietly, with a hint of mischievous intent. Who told Liu Zhaoran to tease her so mercilessly on a daily basis? Since she rarely had this chance, Song Nanyin wanted to get some payback.

But she had forgotten that Liu Zhaoran rarely felt shame in such matters and valued pleasure far more than her own dignity.

"So why is Team Leader Song wasting her breath instead of putting her mouth to better use? I'm very stimulated. Could Team Leader Song help me a little faster?"

Liu Zhaoran's breathing was ragged, and when she spoke, her words were laced with ambiguous, soft moans. Song Nanyin felt a dull ache in her lower abdomen upon hearing it, and she pressed her legs together restlessly. But she forgot that Liu Zhaoran could see clearly. A moment later, she heard the other woman's soft laugh.

"So Team Leader Song was dawdling because I hadn't given you attention? Actually, this position was designed so we could both feel good. You should have said so earlier."

Liu Zhaoran's meaning was obvious. Song Nanyin had had no such intention, but Liu Zhaoran's confident tone made it sound as if she had truly been stalling on purpose.

"Hey, Black-Hearted Lotus, what nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever... mm!" Before Song Nanyin could finish, Liu Zhaoran spread her legs apart, pinched her wet, soft labia between her fingers, and pressed down with her palm, squeezing a damp mark out of the entire flower.

She released hot nectar, her arousal laid bare, turning every explanation Song Nanyin might have offered into nothing but a flimsy excuse.

"It's my fault for not thinking it through. Clearly Team Leader Song wants it just as much, yet I haven't been satisfying you. Given that, it's only understandable that Team Leader Song doesn't feel like properly pleasuring me with her mouth. Now, shall we be fair?"

Liu Zhaoran's tone was serious, but her voice carried the huskiness of arousal. A pebble stirred into clear water: it cannot change the liquid's original clarity, yet it adds a fine, grinding friction. It sounded beautiful, so beautiful that Song Nanyin couldn't help curling her toes.

Desire burned fiercely. With the excuse of mutual reciprocity, it felt easier to satisfy each other in such a shameless way.

In truth, sex was merely a product catalyzed by desire. Most of the time, it didn't even require reason or justification.

Wanting the other to go mad for you became the most primal ambition.

Song Nanyin cupped Liu Zhaoran's buttocks and, with a little force, slapped the snow-white flesh. This was something she had long wanted to do, and now she finally had the chance. She slapped firmly, the crisp sound ringing in her ears.

Liu Zhaoran didn't mind, nor did she resist. With her eyes half-lidded, she twisted her waist freely in cooperation, lowering her hips until nearly her entire labia were pressed against Song Nanyin's face, juices soaking the whole of it.

Liu Zhaoran knew that her body was in a state of extreme sensitivity and hunger. Her heat cycle and heightened-sensitivity phase had arrived at the same time, and this time she had taken no heat suppressants whatsoever, fully intending to run completely wild.

The fluid seemed endless. Even though Song Nanyin had only just taken her into her mouth, she was like a flower bud impatient to bloom and give everything away, even the nectar hidden deepest within spilling forth.

It felt so good that Liu Zhaoran was losing her reason. She understood that this was not an illusion. An Omega in heat genuinely was influenced by sexual desire, to the point of losing reason, and even consciousness.

Moans and gasps intertwined. Liu Zhaoran tilted her head back and let out a sigh. Then, as if to ease the pleasure surging through her body, she finally remembered the matter of mutual aid. She took the wet flesh she had been rubbing in her palm into her mouth, licking over it in slow drags and taking small sucks, as if savoring an ice cream.

Song Nanyin's abdomen tightened, but she unconsciously spread her legs wide, making it even easier for Liu Zhaoran to move.

Liu Zhaoran was very satisfied with Song Nanyin's reaction. It showed that the Little Lion was being tamed by her, growing considerably more honest.

At that moment, a burning hot, springy thing suddenly slapped against the side of her ear. Liu Zhaoran paused, lifted her head, and looked at the little part standing erect toward her. She could feel that Song Nanyin had frozen in her movements as well.

Liu Zhaoran didn't need to turn around to know that Song Nanyin must currently be wearing an expression of both exasperation and extreme embarrassment. Come to think of it, it was strange. The two of them had made love so many times, yet whenever Song Nanyin took the initiative, she always used her fingers, and for receiving pleasure, it was the female part of her that was more sensitive.

All of this was vastly different from the native Alphas of her own world. Liu Zhaoran could understand. Song Nanyin was, after all, a woman, and suddenly differentiating into an Alpha wouldn't be easy to get used to.

But a little lion who felt embarrassed about getting erect was truly adorable. Liu Zhaoran felt it was necessary to make Song Nanyin less averse to that little part, because over the next three days of her heat cycle, it would most likely come into play.

"Team Leader Song wants it here too, doesn't she? Let me take you in my mouth and make you feel very good."

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