To Covet (GL) - Chapter 74

It’s a bit stifling, and I can feel my breathing getting heavier.

The two of us are competing for the oxygen in this small space.

I quietly lift the quilt and struggle to look up at the camera on top of the bookshelf. Its plug is hanging there, and the indicator light is off. The door is locked. But staring into the darkness, I still feel a faint, lurking unease.

Being in a passive position makes me feel as if I’ve lost autonomy—even the right to make decisions. I think it’s because, at this moment, I’ve been pulled into the same predicament as Yu Zhouwan, tied to the same cross, awaiting a judgment that could come at any time.

But there seems to be no way back.

I don’t want to see Yu Zhouwan’s secrets stripped bare for others to see, nor do I want to see her descend into self-destruction with no outlet for her desires. At the very least, I don’t want her consumed by someone else’s need for control.

She senses my wandering thoughts and tries to call back my attention—her hands wrap around my back, pulling me tighter and tighter. As our lips and tongues entwine, oxygen escapes amidst the wet sounds of our kiss.

The more difficult it is to breathe, the more I depend on her warmth. Through our clothes, I feel the texture of every inch of her skin. I feel like a piece of driftwood; even on the verge of rotting and breaking apart, she chooses to cling to me with all her might.

Even if we can’t survive, we will likely go down together.

She should probably be grateful for Yu Hanyang’s appearance; it briefly diverted her mother’s attention, allowing her a moment of respite from that suffocating, 360-degree scrutiny.

“Sister, did you really miss me…?”

“Were the flowers really for me? You told me to throw them away and said they were ugly,” I toy with her necklace, warmed by her body heat, and poke at her collarbone. “Elsa roses, for lovers in the ambiguous stage? Who is it?”

“I don’t like puppies who lie. You have to tell the truth.”

I rest my hand on her waist, trying to move lower, but Yu Zhouwan grabs both my arms and pins them above my head. She lifts my nightgown and pulls off my underwear, her movements much more aggressive than her earlier, pleading kisses.

Yu Zhouwan is always easily led by a few words of suspicion from me—wanting to prove something to me, seeking scraps of recognition and validation.

She pulls a pair of underwear from the bedside drawer and uses it to blindfold my eyes. The light, elastic touch of the cotton fabric blocks my vision; the thin light from the window vanishes completely.

“Sister…”

The scent of her body is at the tip of my nose, but my hands are empty; I can’t touch anything. Yu Zhouwan gives an “mhm” in response to my unease. Her fingers slide slowly up my wrist like a vine, eventually stopping in my palm, our fingers interlacing. In the darkness, my sense of touch is infinitely magnified; her hair falls down, tickling my skin.

“Yu Keyi.”

“How are you so thin?”

I feel her leaning in, her mouth closing over my nipple, sucking and swirling. Her tongue stirs and then releases; the alternating sensations of hot and cold make it sensitive and erect. She seems happy with my uncontrollable physiological response, and she deliberately nibbles on it, grinding her teeth with varying pressure.

I grit my teeth, refusing to make the sound she wants to hear. I only squeeze her fingers hard in time with her licking, my other hand gripping her shoulder to pull her body down further. This intensified toying doesn’t relieve the suppressed itch; it only makes it swell with a dull ache.

“Do you want it?”

Yu Zhouwan wraps her arms around my waist and has me straddle her thigh. Losing my balance suddenly, I instinctively cling to her. As my weight settles, the smooth skin of her thigh presses directly against my sensitive clitoris and the fragile soft flesh inside. It was already showing signs of wetness from her earlier teasing, and despite my best efforts, I can’t stop a gasp from escaping my throat.

“Little Sister’s fluid is getting Big Sister’s thigh wet.”

Leaning against her shoulder, I hear a crisp metallic click. Yu Zhouwan guides my hand to her neck, tracing down the smooth jawline and the prominent, fragile cartilage—a thick, leather sensation. My other hand instinctively pulls her waist tighter.

She places the leash of the collar into my palm.

“Do you not like it?” Yu Zhouwan holds my hand to feel the contour of the collar. “Separated for a few months, and you’ve forgotten how to make love with Sister.”

Yu Zhouwan stuffs my finger into the collar. With just one knuckle inside, the collar tightens to the extreme against her neck. Her breathing turns heavy; I can hear the leather stretching and creaking against her skin.

“Sister.”

I tighten the cord in my hand, winding it around our fingers—loosely, because it is quickly shaken off. I use my lips to trace her cheek until I find her mouth, prying open her slightly parted teeth. The weight of my upper body sinks further, and the deep contact breaks the rhythm of our breathing during the kiss, a warm exhale hitting the tip of her tongue.

“Sister.”

“I want it.”

“I want you…”

“I want you to fuck me to death.”

She signals for me to lie down and lifts my calves. I feel the leather collar trace a path from my ankles to my knees, then press against the inner thighs that I’m trying to keep shut.

“Then let Sister clean Keyi up first, okay?”

Her tongue slowly brushes over every inch, probing deep, teasing back and forth, but always pulling away just before going further. If she weren’t intentionally rubbing and kneading my clitoris, teasing it with her lips and tongue, and sucking on the sensitive flesh while licking away the discharge, it might almost seem like she was just “cleaning” me.

The slight pain triggers an even more violent surge of pleasure. I don’t dare to moan out loud, so I can only breathe with my mouth wide open, letting the erotic bliss dissolve into heavy gasps.

“It won’t get clean…”

She kisses the root of my soaking wet thigh, her tone rising.

“Keyi, why do you get more sensitive the more times we make love?”

“It wasn’t this easy to get you wet before; Sister had to tease you for a long time to get a reaction,” she says while pulling my hand down, forcing me to touch the large, warm, wet patch beneath me. “Why does a little licking from Sister make you flow so much now?”

“Because… because… I like Sister.”

Blushing, I try to pull my hand back, but she holds it and uses it to wipe away the fluid, leaving the back of my hand and all my fingers sticky.

“Does Sister’s licking feel good, hmm?”

“Mhm… I like it…” I respond in a small voice.

“And compared to others?” She presses down gently with her finger pad. It’s a simple movement, but I feel the receding tide surge out again.

“No… there are no… I don’t want anyone else,” I’ve been completely led by her suggestive words, giving up all restraint. “I only make love with Sister, only let Sister fuck me. I only want you.”

These are words I’ve said many times in the heat of passion, but a shred of residual sanity makes me reach out to touch her hand, placing it gently against my lips:

“Sister will only belong to me, too, right?”

“You’re only allowed to be Little Sister’s puppy.”

Yu Zhouwan kisses my lips and gives a husky, sticky “okay” in response. She rests her head against my thigh, her thumb kneading the sensitive spot in front, while her other fingers slowly enter my pussy.

“Hiss…” The sensation of intrusion makes me flinch.

Perhaps I’m just too tired today, or perhaps I want to know what her initiative looks like in bed without a command, so I let her knead and manipulate me.

“We haven’t done it for months, it seems… a bit…” She ignores my resistance and pushes deeper. “Little Sister’s pussy is a bit tight. Have you never been thinking of Sister while masturbating? Do you never use it?”

Regarding my suspicion of the puppy’s “infidelity,” Yu Zhouwan belatedly senses something is wrong, and her previously tender lovemaking turns into a vengeful fingering.

“Keyi came back so suddenly, were you suspecting Sister was with someone else? Did you want to catch me in the act, hmm?”

I lie beneath her, enduring her “humiliation.” The sugar-coated bullets of the foreplay had blinded me; I hadn’t expected her to actually be angry at my provocation.

She enters quickly, almost forcefully stretching open a body that has seen its desires dormant for months. Her other finger presses and rubs hard against the clitoris outside. Pleasure and pain entwine; I grip the sheets beneath me.

“It hurts, it hurts so much… Sister, slow down…”

“Don’t go in anymore, don’t penetrate…”

She pretends not to hear my pleas. Her fingers rapidly insert and withdraw, going to the maximum depth every time. Her toying with my clitoris changes from gentle soothing to aggressive thumping, no longer caring about my pleasure.

“Yu Zhouwan… wuu wuu… gen… gentle, it hurts.”

“Please… don’t go in…”

“Sister… Sister, be gentle, wuu… it really feels bad…”

Hot tears soak the fabric over my eyes. When I speak, I have an uncontrollable sob in my voice.

The only way my body can respond to such crude sex is by flowing even more fluid for lubrication. She stops cleaning it, letting it flow everywhere. Slowly, I am stretched enough for her to enter smoothly. Before I can recover from the ache, she inserts a second finger.

My pussy feels… full. The body’s pleasure and compliance slowly replace the discomfort of the fingers entering.

“Keyi seems to be very afraid of pain.”

“How did I not notice before? After doing it with Sister so many times, your pussy has become more and more sensitive.”

She gives me no chance to rest, intent on finishing the sex with an invasive posture. Every time she enters, I feel my body being violently thumped. I have completely lost the strength to hold the leash of her collar. The fluid gushing from beneath me doesn’t stop. Tears won’t come anymore; the underwear over my eyes is soaked.

I want to cover my mouth to keep from making a sound, but when I open it, I realize I’ve lost clear consciousness. I can only slur out, “Sister.”

“Sister… good Sister… no more…”

After an uncountable number of climaxes, I finally manage a complete sentence. I hurriedly hug Yu Zhouwan’s body, rubbing my head against her chest to try and appease her.

“Wuu… I have to go back to class tomorrow, we can’t do it anymore…”

Yu Zhouwan ignores me and pins me back to the bed. Just as I think we’re going to continue, she suddenly stops, unties the fabric, and kisses my blurred eyes. I respond to her sticky, wet kiss, reaching up to touch her face as a gesture of peace.

Yu Zhouwan stares at me, falling into a brief daze.

“Sister?” I tap her nose, trying to prop myself up to fix her wet, messy hair, but the ache in my waist pins me back down.

“Yu Keyi…” She picks up the quilt that had been on the floor all night and wraps both arms around me.

“Mhm?”

The scent of her body is as soothing as a sedative. I’m getting sleepy.

“You won’t leave me, right?” she whispers cautiously into my ear. “Don’t leave me.”

I want to change positions, but every part of me is truly aching. Every movement makes me wince. Yu Zhouwan seems a bit hurt by my hesitation to respond; she curls her body up and lowers her head, no longer looking at me.

I take her finger and draw a circle near her heart:

“I won’t leave Sister.”