Compatibility - Chapter 58
Chapter 58
Liu Zhaoran's shameless outburst left Song Nanyin unable to respond. Even alone at home, she couldn't help glancing around her, her face burning hot.
"What nonsense are you spouting now? Who would show it to anyone else? Chai Yue is a straight woman, you know." Song Nanyin muttered under her breath, though her heart fluttered a little. She kicked the blanket and poked her feet out, finally cooling down a bit.
"But Team Leader Song didn't only show Chai Yue, did you? You posted it in your Moments, so your colleagues at the company could see it too. Don't you think that's rather inappropriate, Team Leader Song?" Liu Zhaoran spoke seriously, but because Song Nanyin had the phone pressed to her ear, she could hear even her breathing clearly.
Somehow, hearing Liu Zhaoran speak this way in such an atmosphere felt different.
"That's why I deleted it right away." Song Nanyin now truly understood what it meant to lift a rock only to drop it on her own foot.
She couldn't say the photo had been visible only to Liu Zhaoran, and she certainly couldn't confess the little schemes she'd been up to.
If anyone was to blame, it was Chai Yue. What a rotten trick to think of...
"But whenever I think that someone might see such a beautiful photo of Team Leader Song, I feel awful inside. I've turned it over and over, and I'm too upset to sleep. Could Team Leader Song coax me to sleep?"
Liu Zhaoran's voice was soft and slender, and coming through the phone, it hadn't lost the slightest clarity. Song Nanyin puffed out her cheeks, then couldn't help fetching the earbuds by her bedside and putting them on. Now the voice seemed even closer, right at her ear.
"And how would you like me to coax you?" Song Nanyin found Liu Zhaoran's rare childishness amusing and was glad to play along. After all, the two of them hadn't seen each other for more than ten days. Song Nanyin was glad the room light wasn't too bright, so the longing in her eyes could stay well hidden.
"While I've been away, has Team Leader Song masturbated? Touched her breasts, or fingered her cunt? Has she?" Liu Zhaoran shifted the topic and asked about such things as naturally as can be. Seeing that she had put on earbuds too, Song Nanyin felt her ears grow hot for some reason, and not only because of the question itself.
"You just have to talk about this kind of thing, don't you? I'm busy every day, you know. When would I have time for that?"
"But Team Leader Song wouldn't need very long, would she? Not even once? Does it feel uncomfortable down there?"
Liu Zhaoran spoke softly as she slowly lay down. Her face was small, and her exquisite bone structure left no flaw to be found from any angle. Even in a flat-on-her-back pose, she was beautiful, the kind of beautiful that bore repeated looking.
Song Nanyin turned onto her side and squeezed the blanket between her legs. Hm... her panties seemed a little off.
"It doesn't feel uncomfortable. It's not like my head is full of that kind of thing." As she spoke, Song Nanyin couldn't help hugging the blanket tight, as if she were holding Liu Zhaoran.
"Is that so? That's why I think Team Leader Song is adorable." Liu Zhaoran spoke the truth, because Song Nanyin really was out of the ordinary.
At her age, in this world of ordinary humans, she had suddenly differentiated into an Alpha. To this day Liu Zhaoran couldn't find the reason, but she loved Song Nanyin's personality, so different from most Alphas.
"I hardly think calling a mature twenty-nine-year-old woman adorable counts as a compliment."
"Fine. Then I won't say adorable. I think Team Leader Song is sexy."
"Your eyes are beautiful as you lie on your side, looking seriously at me through your phone. You're not wearing a bra, are you? Are your breasts perking up? Are your nipples hard too? And down there, your panties are wet, aren't they?"
Liu Zhaoran slowed her voice, letting every word drift featherlight, every syllable trailing half a beat behind. She was like a breathy voice calling gently to you from afar, or someone pressed close to your ear on a humid midnight, whispering softly.
Whichever it was, at this moment it sounded like the most seductive of spells. Like notes bearing a catalyzing magic, it set Song Nanyin's body changing in response.
"Liu Zhaoran, you..."
"Nanyin, let me see you, okay? I want to see your breasts, your belly, your cock, and your cunt."
Since meeting Liu Zhaoran, Song Nanyin felt that everything this woman did kept dragging her own bottom line lower. Coat it on, wipe it off; after enough rounds, there was no bottom line left.
Like now. Listening to Liu Zhaoran's words, aside from shyness, she had no thought of refusal.
The two of them had already done everything. Liu Zhaoran was far more familiar with her body than she was herself. So if she wanted to look, it should be all right, shouldn't it?
The darkness amplified every tiny sound, and the clearest of them were the breaths the two of them panted into each other's ears. Liu Zhaoran's was light and long; Song Nanyin's was heavy and urgent.
The hand holding the phone slowly rose and stopped at her chest. The nightgown was loose and thin, so it had become a sheer veil that covered nothing. At a time like this, half-revealed was all the more sexy.
The light gray gauze gown wrapped around the woman's shapely figure, her golden hair spread across the bed. Within the frame, the upper boundary was Song Nanyin's collarbone, and below it, her rising and falling belly.
Her full curves were impressive even lying flat; the two snow-white peaks, half-hidden, seemed ready to spill out at any moment.
Her nipples pushed two small round shapes against the fabric, tiny and cute. Liu Zhaoran remembered exactly what moans Song Nanyin would make every time she took them in her mouth or pinched them between her fingertips.
"Team Leader Song, a little lower. I want to see your cunt." Liu Zhaoran's voice came again. Song Nanyin's eyes burned, but she did as she was told. The night gave courage to the timid and painted every amorous act in the colors of the inevitable.
Song Nanyin moved her hand down, the camera following. Then Liu Zhaoran saw a sight that satisfied her.
Beneath the gown, a faint contour rose into view, the patterned edge of pale white lace panties peeking out. Her legs were crossed, as if guarding some secret, wrapping her most private place between them.
"Wet panties must feel awful. And that part, let it out too, okay?" Liu Zhaoran's voice wasn't a command, yet it carried a magic Song Nanyin couldn't resist.
Her throat was hot, as if she had swallowed a ton of dry sand. Her body was hot too; the sweat streaming from her back had long soaked the nightgown, sticking it to her skin, clammy and uncomfortable.
Song Nanyin's jaw trembled slightly. She was suddenly grateful the nightgown she wore was easy to take off; with just one hand, she could pull it from her body.
With the covering gone, her body found a moment of cool release. As Song Nanyin breathed in relief, she heard Liu Zhaoran's laughter through the earbuds.
"Team Leader Song is so eager." There was some teasing in it, and a hint of condescension.
Song Nanyin rolled her eyes inwardly at that. And whose fault was it that she was so eager?
Perhaps afraid that too many words would spoil the mood, Liu Zhaoran said no more and simply savored the scenery she couldn't touch. Just thinking that Song Nanyin's reactions at this moment were all because of her, her possessiveness was satisfied a step ahead of her desire.
"Take the panties off too."
"Okay."
Just one word; no more was needed. They both knew what they were doing and were willing to try it with each other.
The tight, damp panties were pulled down to her knees, then tossed into a corner by the bed in the same motion. The wet stain in the middle told of what they had been through.
The heating in the room was strong, and the humidifier ran quietly, casting a diffuse haze beside the curtains. Stay in it long enough and it seemed your body caught that watery mist too, turning damp all over.
That water ran across her temples, through the hair at her cheeks, circled once in Song Nanyin's wave-green eyes. Then it dripped down, over her jawline and the line of her neck, gathering at last in her most private place, becoming a hotbed of restless desire.
This body was beautiful, and only Liu Zhaoran knew its wonders. Her nipples were sensitive; her breasts loved to be kneaded hard.
Her cunt was tight; no matter how the alluring flesh inside was scraped, it pressed up eagerly in welcome.
"Does Team Leader Song want me to pinch your nipples? Or would you rather I fuck your cunt with my fingers? Or shall I stroke this for you?"
Liu Zhaoran asked softly, as if giving her a multiple-choice question while not allowing her to pick all of the above. Song Nanyin's eyes were half-lidded as she saw that Liu Zhaoran had somehow taken off her nightgown too.
The woman lay in her own camera frame, one hand gently stroking her fair, tender fullness, her expression carrying her usual quiet softness.
The sight was lovely. Song Nanyin let out a soft moan; her cunt clenched and released, spilling a pool of hot, wet arousal.
"Zhaoran... I want... I want you." Perhaps because they were separated by distance, even Song Nanyin, who was never candid, was willing to speak her longing plainly. Watching her flushed face and slightly parted lips, Liu Zhaoran couldn't help pressing her thighs together.
Little Lion, you really do tempt one into crime.
"I'm kneading Team Leader Song's breasts, pinching your nipples, with the pressure and speed you like best. As I knead, I move counterclockwise. My pinches on your nipples are a little hard, but Team Leader Song doesn't dislike the pain."
Liu Zhaoran's voice came through the earbuds, so vivid it felt like a whisper right at her ear. Song Nanyin's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Following Liu Zhaoran's words, she kneaded her full breasts wantonly, squeezing them into any shape before the camera.
But this wasn't enough. She wanted... she wanted more.
Song Nanyin fixed the phone on the stand at the head of the bed, giving both hands full command. She tilted her head back slightly and kneaded them wantonly. They wouldn't hurt, and they wouldn't break; she could play with them as she pleased.
"Your cunt is already very wet, and that part has gone very hard. My fingertips scrape along your labia, gliding gently through its slit. My other hand pinches the tip of that little part, pressing and rubbing hard."
"No... too hard, it hurts." Song Nanyin moaned softly as her hands moved down between her legs. For ease of movement, she spread her legs wide, letting Liu Zhaoran see her motions, her pressure, and the changes in both of her sex organs.
Her cunt was fully open now, the nectar it spilled leaving the sheets beneath her a complete mess. It was at its fullest; even sinking two fingers in would pose no problem at all.
Above her full labia, a small, engorged bud stood erect and proud. A shallow bead of nectar had already seeped from the tiny opening at its tip; it lingered, drawing a transparent thread through the air before dripping onto Song Nanyin's belly.
"Team Leader Song looks so lewd right now. It makes me want to fuck you even harder." Liu Zhaoran's eyes sparkled. She kicked off the blanket and rubbed her achingly sensitive clitoris with her fingers.
Because she had masturbated earlier, there was still lingering warmth there. At the touch, Liu Zhaoran let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
"Team Leader Song, I'm going in now. Two fingers, thrusting deep into your cunt." Liu Zhaoran described her own actions while also relaying what she was doing to Song Nanyin in her heart.
The seductive voice echoed in her eardrums. Song Nanyin likewise pushed her fingers into herself. Two of them, filling the narrow, snug cavity.
The little part trembled beneath the thrusting, spilling cloudy fluid.
Desire catalyzed countless sparks that fell upon their bodies and hearts, burning what little reason remained into a heap of charcoal.
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