Chapter 40
The room's windows hadn't been opened. Even the strongest air purifier had become a mere decoration at this point.
The house was steeped in an erotic scent. Thick pheromones mingled together: the lingering traces after three continuous days of heat. They were unmistakable evidence of the ceaseless, day and night efforts the two had sustained over those three days.
Gu Sijiu lay limp on the bed. Beside her mouth, remnants of Song Jinzhi's passionate fluids remained. Her hands were too sore, too drained of strength, and she hadn't yet had the chance to wipe it away. She felt the person beside her stir. Gu Sijiu lifted her eyes and saw Song Jinzhi casually grab an item of clothing discarded on the floor, drape it over herself, and get out of bed, heading for the door.
"It's over?" Gu Sijiu asked softly. Song Jinzhi clearly heard the question; her steps faltered momentarily before she quickly resumed walking, pushing the door open and leaving the room. Gu Sijiu watched her hurried departure and frowned slightly. Her muddled thoughts only began to clear in that moment. Though her body was extremely tired and weary, she couldn't fall asleep.
I had sex with Song Jinzhi.
Those few words slammed into her head. After three days of passion and heat, Gu Sijiu finally had a moment to carefully consider the matter. Before these three days, she had never imagined she would have a sexual relationship with Song Jinzhi. Such a thing would have seemed utterly preposterous.
Gu Sijiu had had lovers before, but her sexual experience, beyond self pleasure, was practically zero. In the past, if someone had told her she would go to bed with a woman, and not just for a single encounter but for three whole days, spending the entire time servicing someone else without experiencing any pleasure herself, Gu Sijiu would have slapped them and told them to keep their tall tales within reason.
But now, this was no story, no dream. It had truly happened. She had slept with that detestable Wooden Face. And she had been the one on the giving end. She had taken Song Jinzhi for three whole days and nights, using hands and mouth to satisfy her beyond measure, yet she herself... hadn't tasted an ounce of pleasure. Realizing this, the corner of Gu Sijiu's mouth twitched. She raised her hand to wipe away the remaining fluid by her mouth, then rubbed her aching head.
It wasn't that she regretted it. She was an adult, not old fashioned, and her attitude towards sex was very natural. Although she claimed to dislike Song Jinzhi, she didn't truly reject the woman deep down. This heat period had revealed a different side of Song Jinzhi.
That person had been excessively passionate in bed. Gu Sijiu wasn't exaggerating; the demeanor Song Jinzhi displayed was completely different from her usual self. Normally, Song Jinzhi wore a cold, expressionless face. Not exactly cold, perhaps, but her expressions were so faint they registered as a complete absence of expression.
Her gestures were elegant, her attire and small details all hinting at a hint of ascetic restraint. Gu Sijiu had truly categorized her as the ascetic type. Who knew that once in bed, she would be nothing short of a voracious wolf. Recalling the scenes from those three days, beyond the lingering soreness in her body, even her jaw ached and felt numb from all the exertion.
Song Jinzhi was beautiful when aroused. She shed her reserve and restraint, having nothing to do with asceticism or elegance. It felt like a goddess suddenly transforming into a seductive demoness. Her eyes glistened with moisture, her whole body exuding the fragrance of hibiscus flowers, richer and more alluring than usual. She had clung to her, begging to be taken, blooming beneath her again and again. She had even called out her name in a sobbing tone, sitting atop her, swallowing her fingers and pleading for her to go faster.
Thinking of Song Jinzhi's actions, Gu Sijiu's face flushed crimson. A faint sheen of moisture rose in her eyes from sheer embarrassment. Over those three days, she had lost count of the times Song Jinzhi's behavior had made her blush. Fortunately, Song Jinzhi, consumed by her heat, had been too focused on enjoyment to notice Gu Sijiu's awkwardness. Recalling it now, Gu Sijiu felt rather pathetic. She was 28 years old, yet she had been left blushing and flustered by Song Jinzhi, who was three years her junior.
Gu Sijiu turned over in bed. She wanted to sleep and catch up on rest, but the entire room smelled of Song Jinzhi. The moment she closed her eyes, images of that person's incredibly seductive figure filled her mind. How could she possibly sleep under these conditions? She gave up on trying to rest and instead turned her thoughts to what would come next.
Gu Sijiu admitted she didn't dislike the feeling of having sex with Song Jinzhi. The only regret was that over these three days, she hadn't experienced that pleasure herself. Gu Sijiu, who had always been self sufficient, had never been touched by another. Watching Song Jinzhi feel so good, she desperately wanted to be treated the same way, to know how wonderful it felt to be on the receiving end.
Unfortunately, no matter how she hinted or implied, that wicked woman Song Jinzhi had only cared about her own pleasure, not even entertaining the thought of touching Gu Sijiu. A heavy sense of grievance simmered within her.
Gu Sijiu mused that since there had been a first time, perhaps there could be a next. She wanted Song Jinzhi to pleasure her, to know what it felt like to have that place held inside a mouth. With these thoughts, her complex feelings quickly sorted themselves out. Sex wasn't a big deal; she just had to make sure she enjoyed it next time.
Gu Sijiu didn't stay in bed any longer. She got up, took a comfortable shower, and activated the household AI robot, ordering a full house deep clean because the lingering scent in the room was simply too strong. After tidying up, she hummed a tune in good spirits, planning to go downstairs and make something to eat. During those three days of heat, she and Song Jinzhi had barely eaten properly.
Every time they managed a brief respite, they could only consume nutrient supplements before the heat returned and they tumbled back into endless entanglement.
Gu Sijiu knew Song Jinzhi was also utterly exhausted. Especially recalling how much she seemed to enjoy eating her out, Gu Sijiu, though tired, still had the energy to prepare a table of dishes Song Jinzhi loved. She took out the ingredients and quickly made five dishes and a soup. She used black bone chicken for the soup, figuring they both needed nourishment to replenish their strength.
Gu Sijiu had specifically prepared the dishes according to Song Jinzhi's preferences. After setting the table, she looked it over with satisfaction and went upstairs towards Song Jinzhi's room. As she approached, her steps unconsciously slowed. She couldn't quite describe her state of mind. Logically, before they had sex, their relationship barely qualified as friendship, right? The kind where they didn't get along particularly well but could manage as roommates sharing a living?
But after what they'd done, the dynamic had completely shifted. It wasn't that she felt awkward, exactly, but at the thought of facing Song Jinzhi, Gu Sijiu felt uncharacteristically shy. Her ears burned red, a faint pink blush coloring her cheeks. She subconsciously smoothed her dress and tidied her hair before giving the door a light knock.
"Wooden Face, I made lunch. Want to come out and have some?" Gu Sijiu tried to keep her voice steady. But after knocking, no response came from inside the room. Gu Sijiu, worried Song Jinzhi was suffering inside again, couldn't help but try the doorknob. She found it locked from the inside. By the sound of it, both locks were engaged.
Gu Sijiu froze. She pulled her hand back and knocked again. Only then did Song Jinzhi finally speak. "I need to rest." Song Jinzhi's voice was light and flat. Even through the door, Gu Sijiu could clearly detect the detachment and indifference in her words. Her good mood vanished instantly without a trace. Annoyed, Gu Sijiu didn't want to say another word to Song Jinzhi. She turned and left.
Although Gu Sijiu usually carried herself with a carefree, casual air, her capacity for nuanced perception ran far deeper than she let on. She could hear the distance in Song Jinzhi's voice, and it was precisely because she could hear it that she was angry. In her mind, Song Jinzhi was acting exactly like those scummy women who pretend nothing happened the moment they're out of bed. She was the one who had initiated this, who came asking Gu Sijiu to take her. Gu Sijiu had exhausted herself for three days and nights pleasuring her, servicing her so thoroughly, even using her mouth. And now that her heat was over, Song Jinzhi was treating her like she was invisible.
Thinking about this, Gu Sijiu felt incredibly wronged. Especially when she remembered she herself had received zero pleasure during those three days, that the ache down there was killing her and no one cared. Her anger intensified. Gu Sijiu sat stiffly at the table, staring at the dishes she'd made for Song Jinzhi. She was so angry she couldn't eat a bite. She simply went upstairs, tore open two nutrient supplements and downed them, then crawled into bed to sleep alone.
Inside the room, Song Jinzhi heard Gu Sijiu's movements. The tension in her breathing finally eased into a sigh of relief. She lay tangled on the bed. She had already showered, yet the lingering sensations remained, impossible to forget. Her fair skin was covered in traces left by Gu Sijiu. The marks weren't heavy; they were ones Song Jinzhi had cried out for, begging Gu Sijiu to leave them on her body.
Three days of heat. Song Jinzhi remembered those three days with crystal clarity. She knew exactly how wantonly she had behaved. Her relentless demands, her constant pleas for Gu Sijiu to take her, to go faster, harder. During that time, she had seemed like a different person, a stranger even to herself.
This was Song Jinzhi's first time spending a heat with someone else, her first experience with such intensely passionate and satisfying sex. She had thought that even the slightest physical contact with Gu Sijiu would be unbearable. Once they actually did it, however, she found Gu Sijiu's taste so sweet she couldn't get enough. The pleasure she brought far exceeded anything Song Jinzhi had imagined.
The memories were vivid. Song Jinzhi also remembered how earnestly Gu Sijiu had focused on satisfying her, her movements gentle, her gaze utterly devoid of sarcasm. She had been like a tender, attentive Alpha pleasing her wife, radiating an irresistible charm. Song Jinzhi's feelings were complicated. Not only had she had a sexual relationship with an Alpha she deeply detested, but she also found it... immensely gratifying. She even wanted to do it again.
Realizing this, Song Jinzhi let out a helpless sigh. She knew what was done could not be undone. Since it had happened, pretending nothing had occurred was impossible. Lying in bed, Song Jinzhi sorted through the entire affair. She discovered that spending her heat with Gu Sijiu had been profoundly pleasant, far better than enduring it alone, gritting her teeth until it passed. Combined with the fact that they were engaged and would eventually marry, after just half an hour, Song Jinzhi had straightened out her thoughts and formed a new resolve.
They spent the afternoon catching up on sleep. Only when hunger became unbearable did they finally emerge from their rooms. The table of food Gu Sijiu had prepared at noon still sat there, perfectly laid out. She certainly wasn't going to throw it away and cook again. She simply reheated the dishes, intending to make a casual meal of it.
At the top of the stairs, Song Jinzhi caught the aroma of the food. After their time living together, she only needed a single whiff to know what dishes Gu Sijiu had made and imagine how delicious they would taste.
Her mouth automatically watered in anticipation, and she couldn't help but swallow. She sauntered downstairs with feigned nonchalance. Seeing only a single set of bowl and chopsticks laid out at Gu Sijiu's place, a pang of disappointment hit her. She knew Gu Sijiu was still upset about being ignored at noon. But back then, Song Jinzhi had been grappling with her own confusion and naturally hadn't wanted to face her.
Too embarrassed to directly ask for food, Song Jinzhi settled for making a cup of coffee at the opposite end of the dining table. She sat there sipping it slowly while sneaking glances towards the kitchen, her eyes wide, furtively peering inside.
Gu Sijiu noticed her gaze and snorted inwardly. She was still angry, angry that Song Jinzhi had ignored her at noon and only came downstairs now because she was hungry. She had originally planned to give her absolutely nothing to eat. But when she looked up and saw Song Jinzhi nursing that coffee, her resolve crumbled in an instant.
Drinking coffee on an empty stomach was terrible for the digestive system. Why didn't this idiot Song Jinzhi understand that? Then she'd get sick, and Gu Sijiu would have to take care of her. What a nuisance. Gu Sijiu cursed Song Jinzhi in her heart, but in the end, she couldn't help but fetch her a bowl and chopsticks. She piled the bowl high with rice, forming a little mountain, and set it down in front of her. Gu Sijiu told herself she was only doing this so Song Jinzhi wouldn't get sick and become a burden, not because she cared. Song Jinzhi looked at the food that had suddenly appeared before her, and a warmth spread through her heart. She had things she wanted to say to Gu Sijiu. But for now, eating came first. Anything else could wait until their stomachs were full.
Song Jinzhi ate in small, delicate bites. Yet despite each bite being so tiny, the amount she ultimately consumed was considerable. Watching the rice in her bowl diminish at a visible rate, Gu Sijiu stole a glance her way, the corner of her mouth curving into a faint smile. After they finished eating, Gu Sijiu rose to return to her room. Song Jinzhi suddenly grabbed her arm.
"Gu Sijiu, I want to talk to you. About us. Is that okay?" Song Jinzhi rarely showed such active vulnerability. Gu Sijiu had intended to coldly refuse, just to spite Song Jinzhi in return. But when she turned and met those dark, watery eyes, which seemed to hold a pitiful, almost pleading look, her heart softened immediately. Fine, I'll listen for a bit, she told herself. Only because Wooden Face is deliberately acting cute.
"What do you want to say?" Gu Sijiu put on a haughty air. Song Jinzhi noted the upward tilt of her eye tails and the slight curve of her lips. Gu Sijiu had certain little habits, Song Jinzhi had only recently realized. When this person was in a good mood, her eyebrows would always quirk up, and the corner of her mouth would involuntarily lift. The expression reminded Song Jinzhi of a hamster kept by Jing Yu. Song Jinzhi detested rodents. Yet sometimes, Gu Sijiu looked just like one of those hamsters, brimming with smug satisfaction after nabbing a large pine nut.
Extremely annoying, but admittedly... a little cute.
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