The Days and Nights of Being Targeted by a Flirtatious Senior Sister - Chapter 24

Time, space, and everything in between seemed to be infinitely stretched and slowed down.

In her world, nothing remained except for the person before her and the extreme sensory impact that person brought—a feeling that left her both terrified and addicted.

Wen Yusheng sat astride her just like that.

This posture, in itself, was heavy with strong suggestion and a sense of oppression.

Su Yang could even clearly feel Wen Yusheng’s softness and warmth pressing tightly against her through the thin fabric of their clothes.

And that hand, currently wreaking havoc on her abdominal muscles, was like an igniter, instantly setting her entire bloodstream ablaze.

The fingertips were icy, the touch delicate, carrying a magic that made Su Yang’s scalp tingle.

It didn’t feel like a stroke; it felt more like a ruler patrolling her own territory.

It glided slowly over the firm abs, precisely tracing the contour of every muscle, and then, following that clear mermaid line, it slid downward with ambiguous intent.

Su Yang was stiff all over, not daring to move an inch.

She felt like a frog pinned down by a snake—unable to make any reaction other than trembling.

Her breathing became rapid and scalding.

Her heart beat so fast it felt as if it would leap out of her chest.

The dry heat brought by the alcohol, mixed with the heat rising from her current nervousness, made her feel as if her entire being was about to combust.

“Sen… Senior…”

Su Yang’s throat was agonizingly dry. She struggled to squeeze a few words out from her windpipe.

Because of the tension and the stirring of emotion, her voice carried a rasping tremor that even she didn’t notice.

“You… get up first… let’s talk properly…”

She wanted to push Wen Yusheng away, wanted to escape from this posture that made her feel as if she were suffocating.

But the moment her hand was lifted, it was easily pressed down by Wen Yusheng’s other hand.

Wen Yusheng’s strength wasn’t great, but her hand was like a pair of precision surgical pliers, steadily pinning Su Yang’s wrist and rendering her unable to move.

“Talk properly?”

Wen Yusheng leaned down, moving even closer.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. A few playful strands brushed lightly against Su Yang’s cheek, bringing waves of subtle itchiness.

Her eyes, in the dim light, were startlingly bright.

Those eyes, which were usually as gentle as water, were now like bottomless whirlpools, churning with dark, scorching emotions that Su Yang couldn’t understand.

“Talk about what?” Wen Yusheng’s voice was very light, very soft, like a lover’s whisper, yet carrying a dangerous, soul-bewitching flavor. “Talk about why you weren’t obedient and went to drink so much wine?”

“Or talk about… that new pursuer of yours named Chen Manni?”

“Or perhaps… we should discuss how many people besides me have touched these beautiful abs of yours?”

With every sentence Wen Yusheng spoke, that hand wreaking havoc on her abdomen slid down another fraction.

The icy, tingling sensation brought by those fingertips caused Su Yang’s body to tremble uncontrollably and lightly.

“I… I haven’t!” Su Yang grew anxious, hurrying to explain. “I haven’t let anyone else touch them! I don’t even know Chen Manni! The drinking… they forced me to drink!”

She felt like a young wife caught in bed by her husband, desperately trying to explain her innocence.

The feeling was absurd.

Yet she couldn’t control herself; she just wanted to explain everything clearly to Wen Yusheng.

She didn’t want Wen Yusheng to misunderstand her.

Not even a little bit.

“Is that so?”

Looking at Su Yang’s state—so anxious she looked ready to cry—a flash of satisfied amusement crossed Wen Yusheng’s eyes.

She liked seeing Su Yang get anxious for her, liked seeing her defend herself.

It gave her a powerful sense of being cared for and valued.

Her fingers finally stopped at the edge of the hem of Su Yang’s T-shirt.

Through that thin layer of fabric, she could clearly feel the young, power-filled body underneath becoming scalding and tense because of her touch.

Wen Yusheng’s eyes darkened.

She suddenly felt that touching her through a layer of cloth wasn’t quite satisfying enough.

She wanted to… feel it with her own hand.

The moment the thought emerged, it could no longer be suppressed.

Wen Yusheng’s courage had always been great.

If there was something she wanted to do, she would certainly do it.

And so, under Su Yang’s horrified gaze, Wen Yusheng’s icy hand, without any warning, slipped inside from the hem of the T-shirt.

The moment skin met skin.

Su Yang sharply inhaled a breath of cold air, her entire body tensing into a fully drawn bow.

It was… too stimulating.

Wen Yusheng’s hand was colder and softer than she had imagined.

When that icy, delicate palm truly and honestly pressed against her scalding, firm abs.

That extreme collision of ice and fire brought an indescribable pleasure that made Su Yang’s scalp go numb.

She felt all the blood in her body rush toward her lower abdomen at that moment.

“Sen… Senior…”

Su Yang’s voice already carried a hint of crying.

She felt like she was going crazy.

She was a straight girl!

How could she have such a strong, even shameful reaction to another girl’s touch?

This wasn’t normal!

This was absolutely not normal!

“Don’t move.”

Wen Yusheng’s voice rang in her ear once more.

This time, her voice carried a hint of an unquestionable command.

Her hand began to slowly wander and explore Su Yang’s abs, inch by inch.

She was like a curious explorer, investigating a brand new continent full of the unknown and temptation.

Using her fingertips, she carefully felt the shape and hardness of every muscle.

Using her palm, she felt the surging vitality and scalding temperature beneath that skin.

The texture… was even better than she had imagined.

Firm, smooth, and full of elasticity.

Like a piece of high-quality warm jade, one couldn’t bear to let go.

Wen Yusheng felt her own mouth and tongue becoming dry.

Looking at the girl beneath her—trembling all over because of her touch, eyes glazed, face written with endurance and struggle—a powerful impulse surged in her heart to completely devour her.

She wanted to see this beautiful body lose control entirely under her hand.

She wanted to hear this girl, who always called her “Senior,” make different, broken, and beautiful sounds.

Wen Yusheng’s breathing also became somewhat hurried.

She leaned down and buried her face in the hollow of Su Yang’s neck.

She could smell that intense scent on Su Yang—a mix of alcohol and sweat, full of female pheromones… no, it was a scent unique to Su Yang.

That scent made her somewhat obsessed.

“Su Yang.”

She opened her mouth and lightly bit Su Yang’s Adam’s apple with her teeth.

Su Yang’s whole body jolted, letting out a suppressed, muffled groan.

“Do you know…”

While Wen Yusheng lightly ground her teeth against that protruding piece of cartilage, she spoke into her ear syllable by syllable in a breathy voice.

“The way you look right now is very enticing.”

“Like a ripened fruit, waiting for someone to come and pluck it.”

Su Yang felt as if she were about to explode.

Every word Wen Yusheng said, every action she took, was challenging that fragile nerve named “reason.”

She felt like a small boat tossing in a storm, liable to be swallowed by this massive, strange wave at any moment.

No.

It couldn’t go on like this.

If it continued, she would really do something irreversible.

“Senior!”

Su Yang, not knowing where the strength came from, suddenly grabbed Wen Yusheng’s hand that was still causing trouble on her abdomen.

Her voice was extremely raspy due to her stirred emotions, but her tone carried a hint of pleading.

“Don’t… don’t do this…”

“This is… this is the locker room…”

Her brain was completely scrambled; she couldn’t even clearly distinguish where she was.

Hearing this, Wen Yusheng was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, she couldn’t help but let out a low laugh.

The locker room?

How much fake wine had this puppy drunk to make herself this stupid?

This was clearly her own apartment.

But…

The setting of a locker room seemed… not bad at all.

A flash of cunning light passed through Wen Yusheng’s eyes.

She lifted her head, looking into Su Yang’s eyes which were shimmering with moisture due to confusion and emotion, and deliberately followed her lead.

“I know.”

Her voice was very light, very soft, as if she were soothing a startled small animal.

“I know this is the locker room.”

“So…”

She leaned into Su Yang’s ear and, in a near-bewitching, breathy tone, whispered:

“Yangyang has to be obedient.”

“Otherwise, if we are discovered by someone, it won’t be good.”

Hearing those words, the blood in Su Yang’s body nearly froze.

Discovered by someone?

Doing this kind of thing in a locker room and being discovered?

Just thinking about that scene made Su Yang feel as if she would die of shame on the spot.

She looked at Wen Yusheng, her eyes full of terror and entreaty.

She wanted Wen Yusheng to stop.

But she didn’t dare.

She was afraid that if she resisted, Wen Yusheng would deliberately make some noise to draw people in from outside.

Right now, she was like a prey being toyed with in the palm of a hunter’s hand; she had no choice but to obey.

Wen Yusheng was very satisfied with Su Yang’s current reaction.

She liked seeing her like this—clearly scared to death, yet not daring to resist, pitiful and lovely.

She decided to add more fuel to the fire.

She released the hand pinning Su Yang’s wrist and instead raised her hand to lightly stroke Su Yang’s cheek.

Her thumb slowly rubbed against Su Yang’s lips, which were tightly pursed due to tension.

“Yangyang.”

Her voice was like honey laced with poison.

“Relax a little.”

“You’re so tense, your muscles are all tight.”

“Like this… the texture isn’t as good.”

As she spoke, the hand remaining on Su Yang’s abdomen gave a neither-light-nor-heavy pinch to her tensed abdominal muscles.

Su Yang’s whole body jolted, letting out a suppressed whimper.

She felt like she was about to cry.

She wanted to beg for mercy.

But she didn’t know how to speak.

She could only look at Wen Yusheng with a pair of watery, helpless eyes, like those of a fawn.

Hoping she would show great mercy and let her go.

However, Wen Yusheng seemed to have completely failed to receive her distress signal.

She looked at Su Yang’s eyelashes, which were trembling slightly because of nervousness. Her fingertips pressed down with moderate pressure on the lines of the other’s firm abdominal muscles, feeling the violent thumping of a young life beneath that thin layer of skin.

She hooked her lips slightly, her eyes full of a possessiveness that meant to win. Her voice was as light as a breeze, yet carried a weight that couldn’t be ignored:

“Yangyang, do you know? Like this, you make one want to… take you for their own the most.”

She leaned down once more, her nose almost touching the side of Su Yang’s burning neck, feeling the pulse there becoming chaotic because of her proximity.

“I want to see these beautiful lines of yours, only in front of me, bit by bit, having nowhere to hide because of me. That must be…”

Wen Yusheng gave a light laugh, the end of her sentence carrying a trace of tenderness that made one’s legs go weak:

“…the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen.”

Su Yang only felt a “buzz” in her head as all reason officially surrendered at this moment. Looking at the usually dignified and elegant senior above her—who was now full of aggression—she realized for the first time that her pride in her physical strength had no power to strike back against the other’s gentle trap.

Watching the puppy’s eyes turn completely bewildered and submissive, Wen Yusheng narrowed her eyes with satisfaction.

This was only the beginning.

What she wanted was much more than just a touch.