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Zhu Yuan could tell you the exact sequence of events that led to her current predicament, but she couldn’t, for the life of her, tell you why.
It had started off as a joke, another jab at Zhu Yuan’s lack of experience from the two video store managers. She’d flushed red and ended up tossing Belle over her shoulder again, but that was a level of mortifying she could live with.
Out of nowhere, Qingyi had made a casual comment about being happy to teach her, much to Belle’s absolute delight. The teasing was absolutely merciless for a bit, but Wise eventually took pity on her and reigned in his little sister. The subject changed to that of Random Play’s newest tapes, and Zhu Yuan thought that was the end of that.
But it wasn’t.
“So, Zhu Yuan, have you considered my offer?”
She’d been confused at first, echoing, “Offer?”
“To teach you.”
The realization hit her like a bag of bricks, blood rising so rapidly to her head that she was surprised she didn’t pass out.
“You… you were being serious?”
“Whenever am I not?”
All the time, Zhu Yuan wanted to reply, but her brain was too busy short-circuiting to do something like that. Her thoughts ground to a halt as a strange sort of… pulling sensation (?) tugged at the pit of her stomach.
“Well, you know how my reflexes are,” she babbled, the words spilling out from her mouth thoughtlessly. “I don’t want to hurt you—”
Qingyi interrupted her, calm and confident. “I’m pretty tough to hurt, you know.”
“It’s fine, really! You don’t have to do this for me.”
“But I want to.”
There was an unreadable look in Qingyi’s eye, something dark and unwieldy. Zhu Yuan wanted to find out more, and so she’d said (or more accurately, squeaked) yes.
And that was the gist of how they got here, naked in Zhu Yuan’s bed, Qingyi straddling her hips and carding gentle fingers through her hair.
As mortifying as the entire situation was, Zhu Yuan had to admit that it felt… nice. Qingyi’s touch was comforting, the weight of her body grounding, the familiar scent of her skin relaxing.
From her limited knowledge, sex had always seemed scary, loud, messy. The sounds they made were like cries of pain, and the thought of having anything, even a single finger, stuck into her filled Zhu Yuan with trepidation. Yet, with Qingyi, it felt like it could be something else, something warm and fuzzy and dangerously intimate.
Seemingly aware of her hesitation, Qingyi was moving very slowly. She undid Zhu Yuan’s ponytail as if she were diffusing a bomb, every movement slow and smooth. With a hum, she ran her fingers through loose dark hair, the strokes rhythmic and predictable.
Zhu Yuan couldn’t help but sigh, the tension slowly bleeding out of her body. If she kept her eyes closed, she could almost trick herself into believing that this was just another night where she had fallen asleep at her desk, her consciousness returning just enough to allow her to feel Qingyi’s cool fingers against her scalp.
“Enjoying yourself?”
There was an edge of amusement to Qingyi’s voice that made her flush. Without the shield of her uniform, it was painfully obvious how far her blush spread, creeping down her neck and flowering across her collarbones.
“It… it feels nice…”
“Good. It’s supposed to.”
“It is?”
Soft lips brushed against her ear, sending a shudder down her spine.
“Zhu Yuan, what do you think sex is supposed to be like?”
It took her far too long to process the words being said, her head spinning as if she had been struck.
“I… I don’t know. Violent…?”
Qingyi wrinkled her nose. “What have you been watching?”
She flustered, heat spreading all the way to the tips of her ears. “I-I was just looking for evidence…!”
“Oh, those tapes, huh? You poor thing,” a gentle hand trailed along the curve of her jaw, gently tilting her head down. “There are many different ways to have sex, Zhu Yuan. Since this is your first time, I’ll keep things simple, alright?”
Before Zhu Yuan could respond, she found herself pulled down into a kiss. Qingyi’s lips were soft and warm, and moved slightly against her own. Stunned, Zhu Yuan could only sit there in silence, her heartbeat pounding frantically against her throat.
“Zhu Yuan,” Qingyi mumbled against her lips, the movement of every word like sparks of electricity down Zhu Yuan’s spine. “Open your mouth for me.”
She obeyed.
Qingyi hummed in delight, her tongue tracing the softness of Zhu Yuan’s upper lip before dipping into her mouth. The sensation of their tongues brushing was so foreign that Zhu Yuan could not help but whine, her hands digging into the dip of Qingyi’s waist in an attempt to anchor herself.
Nervously, she tried to replicate the motions of Qingyi’s tongue. It was an awkward attempt, but from the sound Qingyi made in response, it seemed to be a welcome one. Emboldened, Zhu Yuan pressed forward, pushing Qingyi’s tongue back as she licked eagerly into her mouth.
Snatching breaths where she could, Zhu Yuan tried her best to keep the kiss going. It felt strangely nice, warm, sending a kind of twitchy, tingly sensation across her lower abdomen. With her eyes closed, Zhu Yuan felt like she was drowning in Qingyi - the softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath, the scent of her skin. It was a lovely sort of intimacy, one that gripped her by the chest and refused to let go.
Qingyi’s hands trailed over her shoulders, fingertips brushing against her collarbones as she made her way further down. Zhu Yuan could feel goosebumps spreading across her skin as the touch stopped short of the curve of her breasts. It felt as if a serrated knife were being scraped along her spine, anticipation setting her teeth on edge.
But anticipation for what?
She had no idea. The muscles in her lower abdomen were twitching and pulling at random intervals, her hips trembling as they sought to jerk up into Qingyi’s body. She could feel her own heartbeat throbbing between her legs, so intense that it almost hurt. Her thighs were uncomfortably sticky, and she was pretty sure there’d be a damp spot on the bedsheet when she got up.
In the end, it was Qingyi who broke the kiss, a faint blush dusting over her cheeks.
“I should’ve known you were a quick study.”
Zhu Yuan averted her eyes, painfully shy.
“T-thank you?”
Qingyi laughed, shifting a little so that she could bury her face in Zhu Yuan’s neck. The tickle of her breath felt strangely good, sending little jolts of electricity up to Zhu Yuan’s brain.
The soft brush of lips against the side of her neck made her jump. Qingyi pulled back, waited, and when no complaint came, did it again. She lingered longer the second time around, the brief sweep of her tongue the only warning before she started to suck.
Zhu Yuan gasped, one hand instinctively going to the back of Qingyi’s head. Thankfully, the touch was gentle, her fingers just barely resting against Qingyi’s scalp as she continued sucking and kissing every inch of skin she could reach.
The tension in her shoulders seemed to melt away with every passing moment, causing her to sag forward noticeably. Qingyi didn’t seem to mind, continuing to lavish her neck with heated attention.
Slowly, Qingyi’s hands began ascending the curve of her breast once more, the touch startlingly hot. Zhu Yuan couldn’t help but mewl in anticipation, so eager to be touched that it almost hurt.
“Cute,” Qingyi smiled, and there was a fondness to it that Zhu Yuan didn’t quite know how to take.
Qingyi didn’t give her much time to think about it, anyway, her fingers brushing over swollen nipples. The pressure was light but steady, a rhythmic back and forth that promised no surprises. It was as reassuring as it was arousing, solid proof of just how much Qingyi cared about her.
Something twisted in her chest, warm and dangerous. Pressing into those steady hands, Zhu Yuan let out a needy whimper, a wordless plea for more.
“Zhu Yuan, may I use my mouth?”
Just hearing those words alone were enough to make Zhu Yuan shiver. She had a rough idea of what Qingyi meant, and while she had no idea how it would feel… the mental image of Qingyi’s mouth on her breast was a lot more arousing than it should be considering the nature of their relationship.
“Yes.”
She could barely recognize her own voice, husky and weak and desperate with need. It was embarrassing, how quickly she’d folded, but surely Qingyi would cut her some slack since it was her first time.
Right?
In her lap, Qingyi’s eyes were blown wide, her cheeks dyed a very obvious dark pink. Her voice was shaky, breathy, as she practically whined, “Zhu Yuan…”
Oh.
She never knew the sound of her name could have such a visceral effect on her, tugging fiercely at the pit of her stomach. Zhu Yuan would move mountains, traverse Hollows and fight thousands of Ethereals if it meant getting to hear Qingyi say her name like that again.
Eagerly, Qingyi surged forward to bury herself in Zhu Yuan’s breasts. For a long moment, she simply nuzzled into them, one hand tracing teasing circles into the underside. From her position, she could probably pick up the rapidfire hammering of Zhu Yuan’s heart, nervous and frantic beneath her ribs.
Qingyi licked a long, languid stripe up her breast, climbing up the curve and flicking over her nipple. Zhu Yuan could not help but moan at the feeling, her eyelids fluttering shut. It was weak and breathy and horribly embarrassing, but before she could attempt to clamp a hand over her mouth, Qingyi closed her lips around it and began to suck.
“Ah!”
It felt… itchy? No, itchy was not quite the right word for it, but it wasn’t exactly that far off, either. The more Qingyi touched her, the more she longed to be touched, just like an itch ached to be scratched the more you scratched it. Moaning, she arched her back in an attempt to press harder against that warm mouth, seeking out the pressure of that skilled tongue.
More, Zhu Yuan wanted, needed, more.
Qingyi nudged her gently, once, twice. Getting the message, Zhu Yuan slowly lay down, bringing the other woman with her. Once they’d both adjusted their positions, Zhu Yuan found herself melting into the mattress, tangling both hands into the other woman’s dark hair.
She closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the sensations. Qingyi’s tongue was tracing aimless patterns against her nipple, her fingers toying with the other. Once in a while, Zhu Yuan would feel the faintest hint of teeth, the scrape of a nail, an intentional hard pinch, enough to shock her but not quite enough to hurt.
For some reason, that made everything feel better.
Her heart was racing, the muscles in her stomach twisted into one massive knot. The throbbing between her legs had intensified into pain, her thighs so wet that they were stuck together. And yet Qingyi remained fixated on her breasts, stubbornly refusing to go anywhere else.
At last, Zhu Yuan’s patience snapped.
“Qingyi,” she whined, tugging gently at the other woman’s head.
Slowly, reluctantly, Qingyi pulled away. Zhu Yuan didn’t know that it was possible for an artificial body to look this aroused - Qingyi’s pupils were blown so wide, her eyes were almost entirely black, her expression dazed and unfocused.
“Please…” Need far outweighed her embarrassment, her voice pathetic as she rolled her hips. “I need… more…”
“I didn’t mean to make you beg,” Qingyi soothed, one hand sliding down the sculpted plane of Zhu Yuan’s stomach. “Relax, I’ll take care of you.”
Obediently, desperately, Zhu Yuan spread her legs. The sound of sticky skin separating was mortifying, but she was too aroused to let that stop her now.
The first touch of Qingyi’s fingers burned like fire.
Zhu Yuan bucked her hips instinctively, though she had no idea if she wanted to press herself into those fingers or to pull away. Her skin was tingling weirdly, the slightest of touches tearing through her entire body like lightning.
“How does it feel?”
Qingyi’s voice was lower than Zhu Yuan ever remembered it being, husky and thick and very obviously aroused.
The knowledge that she wasn’t the only one affected gave Zhu Yuan the courage to respond, her voice trailing off into a low moan as she replied, “Good, so good…”
Qingyi started off with lazy circles, wide and slow. Zhu Yuan’s hips squirmed, rolling impatiently into the touch, but Qingyi remained steadfast. The pace was almost agonizingly slow, but Zhu Yuan could understand why - as this was her first time being touched like this by another, being touched like this at all, Qingyi wanted to give her ample time to adjust. She wanted this to be a positive learning experience for Zhu Yuan, and from the way things were going, she was likely to succeed.
Zhu Yuan’s body was trembling, the knot in her stomach pulling tighter and tighter. Anticipation wrapped around her neck like a noose, her breathing desperate and uneven. Little whimpers spilled out of her in a broken, unsteady stream, the noises high-pitched and absolutely pathetic.
Qingyi’s mouth returned to her neck, sucking and nibbling at her as if she were a delicious snack. Slowly, Qingyi began to tighten her circles, fingertips sliding easily (and audibly) over slick skin.
Her heart felt like it was going to explode, her breath catching in her throat. It felt good, but for some reason, her body wanted it to feel better, seemed to know it could feel better, hips rolling impatiently into Qingyi’s hand.
There was something her body was preparing itself for, something that made even the tips of her toes tingle in anticipation, and Zhu Yuan wanted to know what it was sooner rather than later.
“Qingyi…” she moaned, “Please, Qingyi, more…!”
Her begging seemed to do the trick. With a choked out moan, Qingyi moved her hand, and for a moment, Zhu Yuan swore that she saw stars.
She was pretty sure she screamed, her entire body shaking from the aftermath of that single touch. It didn’t just tingle, it was like… like actually being shocked by electricity, down to the panicked muscle spasms in her legs and back.
Again and again, Qingyi returned to that spot. She circled it erratically, rolling her thumb over it or pinching it between two fingers without warning, sending surprise spikes of heat and lightning through Zhu Yuan’s body.
Direct contact was almost painful, the sensation raw and heady and overwhelming. Noticing, Qingyi changed her movements to rub around it instead, the sensation leveling off into something a lot more enjoyable.
Throwing her head back, Zhu Yuan moaned, long and low and tortured. The pressure in her stomach was building to unbearable levels, and she could feel her muscles clenching and seizing for no reason at all.
“Zhu Yuan, can I put my finger in?”
The question took a moment to register in her pleasure-addled mind. Right, in those tapes, the act was all about sticking something in there…
“Okay.”
Qingyi was cautious, brushing her finger across the entrance a few times before gently pressing in. Zhu Yuan gasped, her eyes going wide as the strange sensation of being penetrated spread through her body.
It burned just a little, her body straining against the intrusion. To keep her distracted, Qingyi peppered her neck and jaw with short, fluttery kisses, rubbing gentle circles around that sensitive spot with her thumb.
“Relax for me, Zhu Yuan. It’s alright, good girl.”
Zhu Yuan moaned, her insides clenching around Qingyi’s finger.
Qingyi laughed softly at that. “It seems that I chose my words poorly.”
She whined in confusion, unspoken question clear in her eyes. Qingyi simply shook her head with another laugh, brushing a brief but affectionate kiss against the corner of her lips.
“It’s nothing. How do you feel?”
“I’m alright,” she reassured, leaning forward to press a kiss of her own to Qingyi’s jaw. “Keep going, please.”
Something about that response seemed to short circuit poor Qingyi, who stared at her with wide, glazed eyes. For far too many moments, Qingyi didn’t breathe - though Zhu Yuan supposed she didn’t have to, so it wasn’t really all that bad.
And then she started moving.
The initial movements felt strange, a distinct something pressing into her body. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either, just… a sort of pressure…?
Qingyi adjusted her angle a few times, curling her finger as she pulled out and straightening it again when she pushed in. The sound was absolutely mortifying, a loud squelch that practically echoed throughout the room, but what really felt good was the continued circling of Qingyi’s thumb around that painfully tender spot.
This time, when she pulled out, Qingyi’s finger brushed against a spot that quite literally knocked the air out of Zhu Yuan’s lungs. The sound she made was less of a moan and more of a panicked wheeze, a myriad of stars exploding to life behind closed eyelids.
Qingyi froze immediately, which had the unfortunate consequence of her finger continuing to press up against that spot. Zhu Yuan’s legs trembled violently, her hips arching and twisting off the bed as she whined pathetically.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes,” Zhu Yuan gasped, “Don’t stop, Qingyi, please…!”
The sound that Qingyi made was delightful, sending little shivers up Zhu Yuan’s spine. The hand between her legs started moving again, the pace brutal and unrelenting.
Choking on a sob, Zhu Yuan rolled her hips to meet each thrust. As the pressure in her stomach continued to build, the rest of the world started to blur out, leaving her floating in a hazy realm where only their intertwined bodies existed.
“Qingyi,” she gasped, “Qingyi, Qingyi, Qingyi…!”
They were pressed so close together that she could feel the moan that rumbled through Qingyi’s chest. The scrape of teeth just under her ear made her whimper, tilting her head slightly to give Qingyi better access. With a pleased hum, Qingyi eagerly accepted the invitation, ravishing her neck with great enthusiasm.
Why did that feel so good? Zhu Yuan couldn’t understand it - the neck wasn’t a particularly erogenous zone, now was it? Yet the warmth of Qingyi’s mouth, the scrape of her teeth and the brush of her tongue, were sending explosive sparks up her spine.
A second finger brushed against her entrance, a silent question. Zhu Yuan raised her hips in response, a wordless answer. This time, there was no pain at all, just an even louder squelch as it sank into her. Qingyi slowed down for the first few thrusts, giving Zhu Yuan the time to catch her breath, before resuming the same merciless pace from before.
Zhu Yuan had no idea why she was being so loud, her voice escaping in sharp, high-pitched whimpers between each trembling breath. She tried biting the inside of her cheek to muffle them, but a particularly ruthless curl of Qingyi’s fingers left her slack-jawed and gasping.
The pressure in the pit of her stomach was almost suffocating, her muscles pulled so tight that she feared they might snap.
“Qing… yi…!”
“It’s okay,” she understood immediately, her voice gentle and soothing. “I’ve got you, Zhu Yuan. Just let go.”
Just… let go? Zhu Yuan hesitated for a moment, unsure of what that meant. But she trusted Qingyi, knew the other woman wouldn’t lead her astray, and so she allowed herself to relax completely.
Qingyi picked up the pace, slamming into her so hard that it should probably have hurt, but all Zhu Yuan could feel was the white-hot burn of pleasure. Whimpering between ragged breaths, she clutched at Qingyi like a lifeline, her nails biting into artificial skin.
Finally, the knot in her stomach came undone.
An even more intense pleasure washed over her, and Zhu Yuan was vaguely aware of herself screaming. Her mind went blank, her muscles rigid, as powerful waves of emotion rolled over her. Pleasure was the main one, yes, but there was also affection, happiness, trust. Zhu Yuan knew that they were dangerous feelings, feeding into a stupid crush she couldn’t afford to entertain, but… there was no harm in indulging them for now, right?
Warmth and security, pleasure and exhaustion. For an unknown amount of time, Zhu Yuan floated in a sea of fuzzy emotion, more relaxed than she had ever been before.
When her senses fully returned, she was a boneless heap upon her bed. Gentle fingers were being threaded through her hair - Qingyi, she quickly realized, smiling at her in a way that made her stomach twist.
Qingyi looked so impossibly fond that hope stirred in the bottom of Zhu Yuan’s heart.
“Welcome back.”
Why were those words so warm?
Swallowing back her useless delusions, Zhu Yuan mumbled, “What was that?”
Qingyi’s smile took on a smug edge, heavy with self-satisfaction. “An orgasm, my dear Zhu Yuan. Have you never had one before?”
She flushed, still embarrassed despite what they’d just done. “I haven’t been with anyone else before this.”
Surprise flickered across Qingyi’s face. “Have you never touched yourself?”
“Touched myself?”
“Never mind,” Qingyi curled up beside her, seemingly unbothered by how gross and sticky she was. “So, how was the experience?”
Zhu Yuan was blushing so hard, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was glowing.
“It was… nice…”
“Just nice?”
Turning away, she mumbled, “I mean… I understand why people like it so much now…”
Qingyi laughed.
“Would you like to learn some other ways to do it?”
“W-we’re not done?”
“With stamina like yours, Zhu Yuan, we should be able to go all night.”
Anticipation shivered through her body, settling solidly between her legs.
“P-please.”