Chapter 91: Extra · Waist
Zhong Yao had been very busy recently, often working until the curfew before she could return home. She naturally had no time to manage household affairs, so she asked Xie Min to help look after A'chu, a request to which Xie Min readily agreed.
After finally getting through that busy period and resting at home for a few days, she received a note from A'chu's schoolteacher, asking her to come in. She was completely bewildered. Only upon arriving did she learn that A'chu's schoolwork had been a complete mess lately. Furthermore, she had gotten into a fight with a classmate and had been harshly reprimanded by the teacher, but her behavior hadn't changed much. The teacher had no choice but to summon her to discuss the matter.
Knowing she was in the wrong, A'chu followed her home, trailing closely behind. Once they were back, Zhong Yao, having calmed down somewhat, asked A'chu, "Care to explain?"
"Mother... I was wrong..." A'chu stammered. "They were bullying me. They said I don't have a father..."
Zhong Yao's heart sank. "Do you... want a father?"
"No. Fathers are no good. Mother and Aunt are very good," A'chu answered decisively.
Zhong Yao hesitated for a moment. "Do you still remember your father?"
"Not really. I just remember he didn't come home often, and he was very fierce." As a child, A'chu had resembled Jiao Youchang somewhat, but the older she got, the more she looked like Zhong Yao. "I've heard people say that a father should be like a mountain, able to support me steadily. If that's the case, then Aunt is the one who's like a father."
Zhong Yao looked at her, a mix of emotions swirling within. After a long while, she finally said, "Then why did you hit them?"
A'chu was full of self-righteousness. "Just because I don't have one doesn't mean I'll let them talk nonsense."
Zhong Yao felt a headache coming on. "That's still no reason to hit people."
"Aunt said that if I think they deserve to be hit, I should just hit them back. People who bully the weak and fear the strong won't dare to bully me again after being hit once," A'chu said, clearly in full agreement with Xie Min's philosophy.
"...You are not to hit people casually in the future, do you understand? Go do your schoolwork."
It was late in the evening when Xie Min returned. Fresh from a bath, she saw Zhong Yao leaning against the couch reading a book and sidled up next to her.
The sight of her reminded Zhong Yao of A'chu. She said through gritted teeth, "Xie Min, you've really done it now. Teaching A'chu to fight?"
Xie Min wrapped her arms around her waist and asked in surprise, "Oh? Did she win?"
"You..." Zhong Yao was so exasperated she could have fallen over backward.
Seeing that she was angry, Xie Min quickly explained, "Don't underestimate children. Human nature is inherently malicious, and children are even better at picking on the weak. If you endure it once or twice, they'll think you're an easy target and will always come to bully you. Hit back, and they'll know they've run into someone tough. They won't dare to do it again."
Hearing this, Zhong Yao's anger subsided a little. She pinched Xie Min's ear and said, "That's still no reason to fight. The teacher called me in today and gave me a thorough scolding. Why didn't you, the instigator, go and take the tongue-lashing?"
"My dear A'yao, I was wrong. Punish me as you see fit, alright?" Xie Min said coaxingly, nuzzling her head against Zhong Yao's waist.
Zhong Yao's eyes darted about before she leaned in and whispered her request in Xie Min's ear.
Xie Min hesitated for a moment, then thought about it and agreed.
And so they went into the inner room. Xie Min dutifully undressed, revealing her naked body. No matter how many times she saw it, Zhong Yao was always mesmerized by her physique. She was never soft or fragile; every part of her was filled with strength. And she was willing to contain this strength within her body, to play along with her, to let her invade.
Xie Min got onto the bed and knelt, her hands clasped into fists and extended together before Zhong Yao—a posture of submission. Zhong Yao tied a coarse rope around her wrists, looped the other end over a beam in the bed canopy, and, after adjusting it to the right length, secured it to the bedpost. Xie Min's hands were thus raised high, her entire body stretched out.
Zhong Yao crawled forward on her knees and embraced her. Her hands traced the lines of Xie Min's narrow waist as her lips found hers in a kiss that was both gentle and urgent. Her tongue licked over soft lips, swept past teeth, and chased after the other's, stirring, sucking, and entangling. It was a game they never tired of. Their breaths mingled, becoming one, and from that moment, their souls began to touch and probe one another.
Zhong Yao released her and moved to her back. She shed her own clothes and embraced her again from behind. The body that had cooled slightly from her retreat was once again enveloped by an even greater heat.
Her scorching lips landed on the nape of her neck, then moved to her back. The skin of the spine was exceptionally sensitive, and the feeling of her breath upon it made the intent of her aggression all the more palpable. It was as if a beast had pinned its prey from behind, licking it as it considered where to bite first, as if in the next moment its sharp fangs would begin to tear at the flesh of her back. Even Xie Min would feel a shiver at this.
Zhong Yao loved Xie Min at this moment. She adored starting from behind. The invincible, brave, and fearless Xie Min would tremble at her advance—a tremble born not of fear, but of restraint.
She wrapped one arm around Xie Min's waist and stomach and placed the other on her shoulder, applying slight pressure to signal her to soften her waist and lean forward. Xie Min complied, but the rope on her hands pulled her taut, preventing her from lying completely flat. She clenched the rope and leaned forward, putting her body weight onto it. Her body tilted, her waist dipped, and her hips rose, stretching her into an extremely fluid and beautiful curve.
Zhong Yao's hand landed on the undulating line of her waist, stroking it back and forth. Xie Min began to grow aroused, letting out soft pants. Zhong Yao pressed herself against her, her abdomen against Xie Min's soft buttocks, her breasts rubbing between her waist and back, the soft mounds pressing against the flesh and bone. Xie Min could almost imagine those mounds being squeezed until only a small, full edge was visible. Her breathing tightened.
Finally, Zhong Yao's lips, tongue, and teeth descended. They pressed against her shoulders and back, licking, sucking, and biting lightly. The pressure wasn't heavy, carrying a slight pain and itch, leaving marks scattered like stars in places no one could see beneath her collar.
Xie Min tensed, presenting her long, powerful curves to her completely. Zhong Yao's hand moved to her front and cupped a hanging breast. In this forward-leaning position, the heavy breast fell into her palm, its hard tip pressing against her center, rubbing until it itched. She lifted her hand slightly, and the soft breast was like water, kneaded into different shapes. Its plump edges were squeezed out, forming an even more alluring arc. Zhong Yao's palm caressed the edge of the breast, the sensation of the soft flesh against her skin utterly intoxicating.
Xie Min let out a soft hum, her voice laced with a trace of charm and seduction. Zhong Yao freed a hand and slid it down past her buttocks, her fingertips touching the warmth and wetness between her legs. Xie Min panted softly, actively moving her hips to rub against her fingertips. One moved back, the other advanced, and in one motion, she was at the deepest point.
"Ngh..." Xie Min let out a muffled groan. She felt herself suddenly filled, abruptly striking the most sensitive spot. A wave of pleasure shot through her entire body, making her limbs go weak.
Zhong Yao waited patiently for her to adjust before she began to move in and out. Her other hand moved down from her breast, sliding over her abdomen to press against the sensitive peak.
"Ah..." Suddenly assailed from within and without, Xie Min couldn't help but cry out.
But Zhong Yao's movements were not fast. They were rhythmic, unhurried. At first, it was satisfying enough, but gradually, the fire within Xie Min was ignited, and she began to grow discontent with such a languid pace.
"A'min, I'm tired. Why don't you move on your own?" Zhong Yao spoke against her back, the vibrations of her chest making Xie Min's mind race.
She knew Zhong Yao was doing it on purpose. She liked to be in control, but she also liked Xie Min to actively submit to her control. She sighed, lowered her waist a little more, and began to move her hips back and forth.
With each movement, the pads of her fingers at the front rubbed against the pearl, relieving the tingling itch, while inside, she was buffeted, the in-and-out motions stirring the flowing wetness. She moved faster and faster, her waist and hips swaying, a posture so beautiful it made Zhong Yao's heart burn. She added another finger, and the two of them worked together, chasing the ultimate pleasure. Zhong Yao used her hips to push against her hand, using the strength of her whole body to collide with Xie Min, knocking her until she could barely kneel, making her sway even more violently. They were both covered in sweat, like two female beasts toying with each other, full of wildness, yet perfectly natural.
In this position, she was thoroughly stimulated inside and out. Xie Min came quickly, every meridian suffused with the weariness of lovemaking. She suppressed a moan, her entire body hanging from the rope as she gasped for air. Zhong Yao was not overly demanding. She held her and untied the rope, letting her lie down. She then lay beside her, holding her and massaging her wrists.
Xie Min panted for a good while before she calmed down, complaining softly as she nestled in her arms, "It's a good thing my waist is strong. If it were you playing like this, you'd probably be stuck in bed for three days."
Zhong Yao smiled and kissed her cheek, coaxing, "Yes, A'min is the best, the most amazing."
Xie Min was exhausted. She mumbled a few barely audible words and then fell into a deep sleep. Zhong Yao held her, her heart settling into a state of peace. It's so good to have A'min here.
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