Chapter 68: Tangled Touches and Stormy Desires

Her tone was light, as always, but Jiang Yule sensed a hidden depth in Su Yubai’s gaze.

Shadowy, elusive.

Staring, she offered the half-full glass, “Sister, drink.”

Su Yubai stared back, not taking it.

Unflinching, thinking: Good thing she’s looking at my face, not my medicated skin.

Otherwise, too shameful.

Her hand lingered, arm tiring, “If you don’t…”

Withdrawing, caught by Su Yubai—palm against fingers holding glass.

Warm, soft touch, fingers trembling, pulled toward her.

Too far, arms too short, body leaning closer.

One hand on sheet, barely steadying.

Unfazed, staring into eyes, guiding hand to pour water into mouth.

Just drinking, yet their joined hands wove an ambiguous air.

Fingers itching, unable to flee—too embarrassing.

“Gulp, gulp.” Attention shifting, watching throat move.

Nothing special, yet why so… suggestive?

Her gaze too intense, unavoidable, eyes dropping to hand.

Her fingers grazed, up and down, tickling.

Swallowing, not thirsty for water, but… something.

Calmed feelings reignited, pores screaming.

“Thirsty too?” Soft question.

Looking up, then down, “I… drank already.”

“But I heard you… swallow.” Faint tease.

Careful, yet caught.

Too shameful.

Eyeing glass, switching topic, “Done, Sister?”

Shaking head, no move to drink.

Confused, fingers released.

Soft, firm touch gone, a pang of loss.

Pouting, setting glass on nightstand.

Turning, her face close—one fist apart, a lean to kiss.

“You seemed disappointed.”

“I…”

Eyes dodging, mind racing—when did she notice?

Admitting, she craved touch—hand-holding, soft hugs.

Silence hung.

No reply, pulling back, gazing down, lifting her right hand.

Sniffing near nose.

Hot breath on fingers, trembling.

Under sight and touch, throat moving, “Sister?”

Lips near fingers, gazing.

“Didn’t you feel disappointed when I let go?”

Lips grazing hand, tone cool, no huskiness.

Seductive action clashed with rational voice.

Heart pounding, blurting, “Yes.”

Breath on hand, fingers shaking.

Her low laugh, heart racing, then—

Lips on hand, inching to fingers, not just lips—wet, soft tongue.

Damp trail, goosebumps rising.

Itchy, fingers curling, “Sis~ter~”

Her husky emotion real.

Another laugh.

“So good.”

Shy, looking away.

Sensation stronger, breath quickening.

Fingers entering wet warmth.

Looking back, fingers in mouth, teeth, tongue grazing.

Her burning gaze, heavy breaths, unable to resist meeting eyes.

Her look different—clear yet murky, hungry, like she’d devour her.

Familiar, strange, looking away, breath labored.

Shameful, mind conjuring thoughts.

Cheeks, fingers burning, deep desire stirring, hooking tongue lightly.

Soft, slick.

Her tongue’s feel, throat moving.

Unprepared for her move, tongue pausing.

Cheeks hotter, “Sister, I…”

Words cut, knuckle bitten, teeth grazing.

Itchy, yet… pleasant.

Soon, teeth released, tongue hooking.

Trembling, testing, returning hook.

Her breath quickening—she liked it.

Happy, wanting more sounds, fingers and tongue playing hide-and-seek.

Desire surging, suppressing shyness, “Sis~ter~”

“Hm?”

No words ready, wrist pulled—fingers slipping out, trailing silver thread.

Stunned, her tongue licking finger.

Breath catching, visual, tactile shock, wrist pulled to lips.

“Good Girl.” Husky.

“You do it.”

Her saliva there, wanting to taste, but too shameful.

Her expectant gaze.

Unable, opening mouth, tasting fingers.

Her boneless fingers slid to hand, guiding, stirring.

Childhood finger-sucking, why so shameful now?

Guiding fingers up, down, throat moving, avoiding eyes.

“Tasty?”

Lips moving, voiceless.

“Hm?” Realizing, withdrawing fingers.

Not looking at damp tips, coughing, “Not tasty.”

Then, “But… feels weird.”

Looking down, her laugh.

Wanting to see, her face closer.

Breath from fingers now on nose.

Itchy, hot.

Her thin lips, leaning, kissing.

Hands on nape, tilting neck, kiss deepening.

Breath, heart chaotic, wanting embrace.

Sensing, or driven, arm pulling her close.

Returning hug, tighter.

Intimate embrace, sounds like temple bells, deafening in quiet night.

Falling, clutching desperately.

“Good Girl.” Lips against hers, muffled.

Clear enough.

Breathing, calming, “Turn off light?”

Catching hint, turning, fumbling, switching off.

Darkness, sounds sharper.

Air sticky, sweet.

Wind outside.

Lips empty, kiss on neck, trembling.

Feather-like, tickling, medicated spots itching again.

Mind blank, focused on her.

Breath, heart racing, attention shifting—here, there.

How’s she so skilled? A master?

Patience waning, pinching shoulder, “Sis~ter~”

Tasting dampness, swallowing, casual, “What?”

Shifting, hurricane enveloping.

Itch easing, tingling, pleasure-pain surging.

Throat voicing truth, “Love Sister…”

Gift-giver impatient, lips meeting, her tongue seeking favor.

New realm, calling out, true feelings.

Partner to new world, heavier breaths, light-heavy touches, dancing.

Wind louder, rain falling.

Her mind thrilled, restraint holding back hands.

Not moving there, seeking hand, finding blanket clutched.

Touching, letting her grasp.

Interlocked fingers, unprecedented.

Feeling breath, softness, like on clouds, floating, sinking.

Melding with clouds.

Wind rising, leaves rustling, rain gathering.

Droplets on ground, splashed, boxed.

Rare city rain, sweet relief.

No one caught it.

Mind chaotic, wondering who’d romantically catch rain.

Darkness hid them.

Whimpering, gripping hand, “Sis~ter~”

Pain pulling her back, swallowing, licking, husky, “What else, Sister?”

“Sister does what you want.”