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“San Niang, ah, should we take a break? Your forms aren’t looking as sharp anymore,” Xie Lian frowns down at the calligraphy practice sheet in front of them. At the lack of answer, she looks back up at her student. “San Niang?”
Hua Cheng sits on the floor next to her in a lazy slouch, one leg outstretched with the other bent at the knee, serving as a perch for her to rest her chin and gaze at Xie Lian. Her expression is serene and relaxed; truly, the poster child for a lazy, pampered youth without a care in the world.
Xie Lian makes eye contact and Hua Cheng makes no move to avert her gaze or pretend like she hadn’t been intently staring at Xie Lian’s profile—like her good eye hasn’t gone dark with something Xie Lian can’t quite place. Xie Lian looks down, overwhelmed, severing their heavy eye contact. Hua Cheng clears her throat.
“Hm? Begging for jiejie’s forgiveness. What did you say?”
Xie Lian sighs. She honestly doesn’t know why Hua Cheng keeps paying for these calligraphy lessons if she never takes them seriously. They always make it through one practice sheet—two if Xie Lian promises to stay afterwards for dinner—before Hua Cheng will inevitably decide that she's had enough and would rather be entertained by Xie Lian for the remainder of their lesson.
Xie Lian doesn’t know how to feel about it.
It’s easy money, and good money at that—Hua Cheng is a quick learner who pays twice her hourly rate. She knows she’s lucky to have someone so dependable and generous, especially after a heavily publicized family scandal caused her to lose the rest of her clients, but sometimes she wonders if she’s taking advantage of Hua Cheng’s kindness—Hua Cheng is, despite her obvious wealth, still just a college student.
(Xie Lian truthfully can’t imagine anyone describing Hua Cheng as particularly kind, or anyone taking advantage of Hua Cheng in any way at all, but the guilt is still there all the same.)
Previously, her clients were spoiled, rich youths from well-to-do families, who, much like Xie Lian’s own family, hoped to raise respectable, sophisticated daughters. Hua Cheng is certainly a spoiled, rich youth, but she’s nothing like Xie Lian’s other students at all.
She’s extremely beautiful, openly arrogant, and seems content to worm her way into Xie Lian’s average, unassuming life. Xie Lian doesn’t know if her parents are involved, or where the money comes from, or why Hua Cheng took a special interest in her, but here she is—here they are.
Now, every Tuesday and Thursday, Xie Lian takes the bus from her small apartment to Hua Cheng’s gaudy, larger-than-life mansion to tutor her on calligraphy forms. Now, every time she rings the doorbell and waits for Hua Cheng’s lone housekeeper to let her in, she feels her stomach swoop nervously and her heart beat hummingbird-fast.
She knows it’s probably inappropriate for her to feel this way about a student of hers, but Hua Cheng certainly doesn’t make it easy on her. Xie Lian might have been out of the dating world for a while, but she knows when she’s being flirted with. And Hua Cheng can come on a bit… strong, at times.
For starters, she talks in a gentle, low croon whenever she’s addressing Xie Lian—a far cry from the aggressive bark she uses towards everyone else, if she even bothers to address them at all. She can’t help but shiver whenever they’re pressed close together, Xie Lian looking over Hua Cheng’s helpless characters, Hua Cheng’s low, smooth voice teasing her, asking how she did.
She’s also always complimenting and touching Xie Lian, too. While ultimately respectful, Hua Cheng steals cheeky touches here and there: rubbing their shoulders together while sitting side by side, running a hand down Xie Lian’s back while complimenting her dress, large hands lingering on Xie Lian’s waist after hugging her goodbye...
And while at first Xie Lian had chalked it up to Hua Cheng’s friendly, tactile nature, she has since learned how truly unfriendly Hua Cheng is to everyone—except her.
So really, Xie Lian privately thinks, it’s not her fault that she has a little bit of a crush on this student of hers. Who wouldn’t feel this way when treated like a priceless jewel by someone otherwise so rough? Who wouldn’t like the complete, sometimes intense, attention of a beautiful woman? Xie Lian would like to meet anyone who could withstand Hua Cheng’s charms, ah!
But—surprisingly—she has a blind date tonight, and she needs to tell Hua Cheng that she’ll have to cut their lesson short so she can make it on time. She honestly wishes she could stay the full time, maybe even later for what she knows will be a delicious dinner, but Mu Qing set her up with some supposedly charismatic, handsome man that she and Feng Xin work with, saying she needs to get out more, and Xie Lian can’t say she disagrees.
If she’s having inappropriate thoughts about her student… Well, that’s just a sign that she’s extremely sexually frustrated, right? It’s not that she’s never thought of women in a sexual way—not that she’s ever met a woman as beautiful and captivating as Hua Cheng—but she thinks that maybe what she needs is a night out with a nice, handsome stranger.
Right?
“Jiejie? I think you spaced out this time.” Hua Cheng teases.
“Oh!” Xie Lian blushes and comes back to herself. “Sorry, San Niang, I was trying to get my thoughts in order.”
Hua Cheng smiles and tilts her head from its perch on her knee. “Take your time, this one has nothing but,” she says cheerily.
“Well—unfortunately—I don’t,” Xie Lian starts. At Hua Cheng’s small frown and questioning look, she continues. “I’m afraid that I’ll have to cut our lesson short. I uh—well. I have a personal matter to attend to.”
She hopes to end the conversation there but Hua Cheng lifts her head and sits up straight, on alert. “Is everything alright?”
Xie Lian waves her hands rapidly. Ah, she didn’t mean to worry her!
“Everything’s fine! I just have a—a date tonight and I’ll need to leave here early if I want to make it on time.”
Hua Cheng is quiet for a moment. Then, “I see. Jiejie, you didn’t tell me you were seeing someone.”
Xie Lian waves her hands again. “It’s nothing like that! My friends set us up and I want to be polite. They work with him and I’m afraid of making things awkward between them.”
Hua Cheng’s dark eye softens but her posture remains tense.
“Ah, who cares, then. Just cancel on him. Men are dogs, anyway.” She gently places a hand on Xie Lian’s bent knee. “Stay for dinner—have it with me, instead.”
Xie Lian feels completely and utterly torn. She would love to stay the full evening with Hua Cheng, but she really does feel a sense of obligation to her friends. She never backs out on promises, and she doesn’t want to start now...
...but she’s also never had a beautiful woman put her hands on her and ask her to stay for a luxurious meal in her mansion, either.
“I… I’ll text him that I’m going to be running late and I’ll stay the whole lesson—how does that sound?” Xie Lian offers.
Hua Cheng just pouts and squeezes Xie Lian’s knee harder. “Jiejie. Stay for dinner, too. I’ll have the cooks make your favorites,” she coaxes.
Xie Lian smiles and puts her hand on top of Hua Cheng’s. Really, this student of hers...
“Ah, I can stay over next time? We can even take E-Ming out on a walk?”
Hua Cheng pauses at the mention of her dog, tempted. But she ultimately shakes her head and readjusts herself so that she’s mirroring Xie Lian’s posture, both of them sitting back on their heels with their knees touching.
“Jiejie,” Hua Cheng huffs out again, cutely petulant. “I don’t think you should go out with anyo—with strange men. Honestly, it’s better and safer to stay in with me.”
Xie Lian smiles, touched and bemused. She knows that Hua Cheng liked to monopolize her attention, but she’s never been quite this pushy before. She reaches out to pat Hua Cheng’s knee.
“My friends know him. He’s safe,” she promises with a gentle smile.
“Just because they think they know him doesn’t mean anything. Really, jiejie, you should stay here. Text him and tell him you’re not coming.”
Xie Lian just watches, dazed, as Hua Cheng leans into her space. What is she—?
But she just slides Xie Lian’s phone out of her pocket with deft, expert hands. Ah, what was she expecting? She blushes.
“Here, what’s your password, jiejie; I’ll do it for you.” The younger woman looks up expectantly with Xie Lian’s phone in her hands.
“San Niang, don’t be silly. It’s just one dinner. Here—give it,” she finishes, removing her hand from Hua Cheng’s knee to reach for her phone.
To her surprise, however, Hua Cheng pulls the phone back and out of Xie Lian’s reach. “Sorry, but you have to let me call off the date,” she says solemnly.
Xie Lian just laughs. “Oh?” She fishes, rocking off of her heels and into Hua Cheng’s space to reach for her phone back.
Hua Cheng’s smile goes from pouty to predatory in a second. With her free hand she catches Xie Lian’s wrist and brings it to her sternum, out of the way. Xie Lian can feel the steady beat of Hua Cheng’s heart.
“I told you: it’s not safe.”
“And...?” Xie Lian plays along, heart rocketing at the close distance between her hand and Hua Cheng’s cleavage.
“‘And...?’ And I want you to stay here with me, instead,” Hua Cheng finishes before pulling sharply on Xie Lian’s arm, sending the other woman crashing forward into Hua Cheng’s embrace.
Before the two can collide, however, Hua Cheng flips Xie Lian onto the large pile of decorative pillows that surround them on the floor. Xie Lian, equally shocked and amused, can only giggle as Hua Cheng crawls up her body.
“Are you alright, jiejie?” Hua Cheng asks with a playful look in her eye.
“You’d rather fight than let me go early?” Xie Lian laughs under her.
“I don’t know about fight,” Hua Cheng hums.
She looks down at Xie Lian’s limp form like a satisfied hunter, like Xie Lian is exactly where she wants her to be. Xie Lian blushes because, this time, she knows it’s true. If pushed to admit it, she’s not quite sure there’s anywhere else she’d rather be, either.
“Then how are you going to keep me here?” Xie Lian breathes.
Hua Cheng’s smirks sharpens.
“I have a few ideas,” she murmurs lowly. “But first, we should let your date know you’re not coming.” She pauses, considers Xie Lian. Then, “I’m trying to be courteous. You won’t be thinking about him later.”
“Oh?” She Xie Lian whispers. “And why’s that?” She finds the strength to tease back.
“Because you’re going to be busy with me for the rest of the night,” Hua Cheng says next to her ear.
Xie Lian shivers and feels Hua Cheng’s answering grin against her skin.
“And—ah—and what are we going to be doing?” Xie Lian’s heart has never beat faster in her life.
“Well, this San Niang was planning on showing jiejie that she doesn’t need anyone else.” She nips at the sensitive skin below her ear. “Especially not not some man.”
Xie Lian gasps and Hua Cheng leans back to look heavily at her.
“What do you say, jiejie?” Hua Cheng whispers.
Xie Lian feels like her entire body is alight with electricity.
“...Okay.” She whispers back. “I’ll stay for dinner.”
I’ll stay with you.
Hua Cheng surges forward and captures her lips in a heated kiss—slower than what Xie Lian initially expected but no less passionate.
“Good,” Hua Cheng smiles into Xie Lian’s mouth before initiating another series of deep kisses.
Xie Lian feels starry-eyed and alight with electricity. It’s been a while since she’s kissed anyone, admittedly, but never has she kissed someone so… intense, she thinks, as Hua Cheng brings her hands up to Xie Lian’s jaw, encouraging her mouth to open wider, before she slips her tongue inside.
Xie Lian whimpers at the warm, slick slide of their tongues together. Hua Cheng moans her response into Xie Lian’s mouth and starts to lower her body down onto the older woman’s.
“Is this okay?” She breaks away to ask.
Xie Lian nods her head and leans up for another kiss. Hua Cheng sighs into it, breathy and pleased. Xie Lian, distantly, thinks she can see a look of relief on Hua Cheng’s beautiful features and wonders why such a captivating woman would ever think that someone wouldn’t want her. She tries to convey her want—her need—into their next few kisses, which have started to grow sloppy and wet on her end.
“San Niang,” she breathes into the other woman’s mouth.
She brings her hands up to cup Hua Cheng’s face; Hua Cheng cups one of them with her own and nuzzles into it. She places a chaste kiss on Xie Lian’s palm.
“Jiejie feels so good under me,” she says before kissing her hand again. “Safe and sound.”
Xie Lian blushes. She feels incredibly shy under the younger woman’s intense stare, but finds the strength to reply once she registers the look of pure want she sees in Hua Cheng’s dark eye.
“San Niang feels good on top of me,” she mumbles.
“Mm, San Niang is glad that she’s pleasing to jiejie,” Hua Cheng hums back.
Xie Lian can feel her face heat even further. It’s not untrue, but it’s embarrassing to hear it said like that, ah! She turns her face away bashfully.
Hua Cheng murmurs, “Ah, none of that,” before dipping down to kiss her again. “I want jiejie more than anything.”
They kiss again, hot and wet and passionate, giving Xie Lian a reprieve from replying to such a confession. Hua Cheng’s fingers thread through Xie Lian’s hair, her weight held mostly by her forearms that frame Xie Lian’s face. Xie Lian feels absolutely covered by her and surges forward to press their bodies that much closer together. Hua Cheng all but purrs into the kiss, a deep rumble that Xie Lian feels as it travels all the way down her body.
Suddenly, Xie Lian is all too aware of the way their bodies are not-so-subtly rocking against each other—not offering any relief, but stroking the fire between her legs further. When did she start to feel so overheated? She’s also, admittedly, overwhelmed in the best way. She’s never been with a woman like this, but she finds she wants to dive in head first with her student, with Hua Cheng.
“San Niang,” Xie Lian breathes.
“Jiejie calls out for me so sweetly,” Hua Cheng says into their shared space with a look of satisfaction.
So Xie Lian calls out for her again and again between messy kisses.
The two of them break away and take a moment to just breathe each other’s air and look into each other’s eyes. Despite the obvious hunger Xie Lian sees in Hua Cheng’s, she can also make out something she registers as fondness. She smiles and pecks Hua Cheng’s lips sweetly.
“Will San Niang take her jiejie to bed?” She asks coyly. She feels like her face is seconds from catching fire, but it’s worth it to see the way Hua Cheng’s good eye narrows and darkens further.
“I would like nothing more,” Hua Cheng says lowly, and Xie Lian knows she means it.
Hua Cheng lifts herself off of her forearms and into a seated position. She hops up and before Xie Lian can think about getting up herself, Hua Cheng has scooped her up in a bridal carry and is smugly marching through her mansion with Xie Lian nestled securely in her arms.
Xie Lian squeaks—she’s never been held like this before, and she had no idea that her small, little San Niang was quite so strong!—before laughing in genuine delight. She presses a lingering kiss on the side of Hua Cheng’s throat and hides her smile into the spot when she’s done.
She knows what she would be seeing if she were to look up right now, and she also knows that she doesn’t have the face to acknowledge the mansion’s staff while she’s being shamelessly carried away by their boss. She resigns herself to tucking her face farther into the crook of Hua Cheng’s neck and leaves fluttering little kisses wherever she can reach while Hua Cheng sighs out sweet little ahs and jiejies.
Eventually Hua Cheng comes to a stop and rearranges Xie Lian in her arms. Curious, Xie Lian peaks out and is immediately hit with the overwhelming presence of red: rich, red beads; gauzy, light red curtains; patterned, deep red wallpapers… Xie Lian thinks she can feel the red in the itch under her skin, in the way her heartbeat has picked up in excitement when she registers that she’s looking at Hua Cheng’s very elaborate bedroom door.
“San Niang,” she murmurs coyly. “You should open it.”
Hua Cheng looks down at Xie Lian, tucked neatly into the crooks of her arms. She looks pleased and hesitant, all at once.
“Would you like me to?” She asks.
Xie Lian shyly nods and, as an afterthought, places a quick kiss to the underside of Hua Cheng’s jaw.
Hua Cheng’s smile widens in an instant and she starts the process of unlocking the door as Xie Lian peppers fleeting little kisses into Hua Cheng’s perfumed skin. Xie Lian is, frankly, unconcerned with whatever lock mechanism is on Hua Cheng’s door or why it’s there in the first place—she’s eagerly awaiting what’s behind said door.
Finally, there’s the unmistakable sound of a door being unlocked and the large piece of ebony wood in front of them swings open with a heavy creak—not that Xie Lian can really hear it over the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.
Hua Cheng stands at the door for a moment too long and Xie Lian decides she’s tired of waiting. She nips the spot under Hua Cheng’s jaw and preens at Hua Cheng’s warning rumble. Then, finally, she’s carried past the threshold of Hua Cheng’s room.
She admittedly doesn’t pay much attention to the decor—she registers that it’s all a deep red and assumes it matches the lavish theme that carries through rest of the manor—and instead feels her world narrow down to the outrageously large bed in the middle of the room. It’s a four-poster giant with gauzy, red fabric draped elegantly around the top—red and lavish like the rest of the house—that Hua Cheng gently deposits her onto. Then, to Xie Lian’s surprise, she just—looks.
“Ah, San Niang?” She calls out uncertainly.
She’s never been in a situation as charged as this one and thinks that Hua Cheng should guide the both of them in this little game they’re playing. She doesn’t want to stop, but she doesn’t think that she has the face to take the lead, either. She’s relying on the younger woman to take care of everything, she realizes with a pang of dissatisfaction.
She also realizes, deep inside, that she doesn’t want Hua Cheng to take the lead. She internally frowns in confusion at that realization.
Her tentative call seems to snap Hua Cheng out of her daze, however. “Sorry, jiejie, I can’t—I can’t believe you’re here,” she says with a small smile.
Xie Lian feels herself pink at Hua Cheng’s intensity.
“Jiejie looks so lovely in my bed,” she praises. “This one is very lucky to have her here.”
“I’m the lucky one,” Xie Lian mumbles, reaching out towards the other woman.
“Oh?” She says as she lets herself be pulled towards the bed.
Their thighs come together—Xie Lian feels electricity zap through her body—and then slowly, slowly, Hua Cheng is laying down on top of her, mirroring their position from earlier. Xie Lian can feel her own heartbeat everywhere, both nervous and excited.
She expects Hua Cheng to lean down and ravish her but, instead, the younger woman just holds onto her and breathes into the side of her neck for a few moments.
“Finally,” she murmurs. “I have jiejie right where I want her.”
She pulls back and—there—that’s the look of desire that Xie Lian expected to see in her dark eye. Xie Lian’s whole face feels as red as Hua Cheng’s bedroom.
“Ah—I’m not going anywhere,” she says, bringing her hand up to cup Hua Cheng’s face again.
Hua Cheng’s eye widens before she dives down to kiss Xie Lian. Ah—there it is. Hua Cheng’s regular intensity that Xie Lian was waiting for. She meets Hua Cheng head-on and does her best to express how much she wants to be under the other woman.
She sighs, content, when she feels Hua Cheng’s tongue expertly lick into her mouth. She moans her approval outright—face heating moments later—and Hua Cheng’s tongue grows more bold, licking and twirling against hers.
After a few minutes, Xie Lian thinks she’s grown addicted to kissing. After this, there’s no way she’s going to be able to see her mischievous little student again and not want to immediately lock their lips together and lose herself in the slick slide of their tongues. That’s what she does now, eyes closed and throat making pathetic, pleased little noises that only serve to spur Hua Cheng on further.
Hua Cheng pauses to let Xie Lian catch her breath—she herself always seems frustratingly put together while Xie Lian has never felt more out of control. She looks down at the woman under her with a dark eye scrunched up in happiness.
“Can’t believe jiejie’s here,” she murmurs into the shared air between them.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Xie Lian challenges gently.
She brings her hand up to cup Hua Cheng’s face and is momentarily surprised by how struck the other woman looks to be touched so gently.
Hua Cheng shakes her head and says wryly, “I had to fight for jiejie’s affections tonight, did I not? You’ve been… difficult to seduce. I was worried that I was too young or too unattractive for jiejie.”
Xie Lian distantly remembers the date Hua Cheng talked her out of going on tonight, and all the times Hua Cheng had poured her a glass of fragrant wine with dinner before offering her a place to sleep for the night. She blushes and looks away, feeling caught.
Hua Cheng chuckles, playful but wry.
“I think San Niang deserves a reward, don’t you, jiejie? She’s been so patient.”
Xie Lian giggles, breathy. Hua Cheng’s eye darkens that much more.
“And I think this naughty jiejie deserves to be punished for making her San Niang wait so long,” she continues.
“I’m—” She cuts herself off, embarrassed.
“Hm?” Hua Cheng hums.
“I’m—I’m all San Niang’s,” she mumbles.
Hua Cheng smiles, pleased. “Jiejie should be careful what she says. This San Niang is greedy; she might just take everything offered to her.”
“Maybe San Niang needs to be taught a lesson,” Xie Lian challenges gently.
Hua Cheng’s smile grows that much sharper and she leans down to kiss Xie Lian’s neck. She peppers kiss after kiss across her throat, stopping when she gets to the sensitive underside of Xie Lian’s jaw. There, she bites, working a hickey into her skin and drawing a shocked gasp out of the older woman.
“San Niang!” She cries out.
“Mn~”
Xie Lian brings her hand up to cradle the back of Hua Cheng’s head, holding her close and encouraging her to leave more biting kisses down the column of her neck. Xie Lian, distantly, realizes that she’s going to be quite marked up now—she’s really just lying there, letting Hua Cheng have her way with her. She feels her nerves sing and can’t find it in herself to care that Hua Cheng is so obviously laying claim to her right now.
“San Niang,” she pants out eventually. “Let me touch you.”
Hua Cheng stills and swears. “Fuck, of course, jiejie.”
She sits back with some difficulty and begins to strip her sheer red tunic off of her body in one smooth motion. She’s not wearing a bra—she never does, to Xie Lian’s growing insanity—and her small, perky tits look like fresh-steamed buns to Xie Lian. She has the stray thought to bite into one.
Her nipples are a fair, light pink, and cutely pebbled in the cool air of her bedroom. They contrast brilliantly with Xie Lian’s own, which are a deep, dark brown, and much larger than the younger woman’s. Once again, she has the thought that she needs to get her mouth on them.
She gives in, pulling Hua Cheng down until she can start to lave at her nipples, switching between suckling and giving sweet kitten licks. Hua Cheng sighs out sporadic praises and gaps of jiejie that embolden Xie Lian.
She brings her hands up and gently fondles Hua Cheng’s humble chest. Each of her tits is a small handful, something Xie Lian finds charming and cute. It goes well with her petite, lithe frame and contrasts even better with Xie Lian’s own ample chest. She suddenly wants to feel them pressed together.
“San Niang—wait,” she says when she pops her mouth off of a reddened nipple. “Let me—”
She sits back and leans up, stripping herself of her own white chiffon blouse. She’s wearing an ill-fitting push-up bra—one of the only ones she owns—and quickly reaches around to take it off, freeing her tits and exposing them to Hua Cheng’s incredibly pleased gaze.
“Jiejie,” she groans. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Xie Lian blushes and looks away. All she did was take off her top, ah! Surely a beautiful young woman like Hua Cheng has seen her fair share of pretty women; Xie Lian is having a hard time believing that she’s something special.
The way Hua Cheng is looking at her, however, says otherwise. She’s never felt so wanted and desired before. Hua Cheng looks down at her with a hungry eye and licks her lips.
“I’ve wanted to do this since—”
She cuts herself off and, face-first, flops down into Xie Lian’s cleavage.
That startles a laugh out of the older woman. “San Niang!”
“Let me have this, jiejie,” Hua Cheng groans. “I could die happy now.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Xie Lian gently scolds, hand coming back up to cradle the back of Hua Cheng’s head.
“Mn,” Hua Cheng agrees easily. “Okay, jiejie.”
“Good girl,” Xie Lian praises absentmindedly.
Hua Cheng stiffens before relaxing further into Xie Lian’s cleavage. She makes a noise that Xie Lian can’t identify, though it might have been a choked-off moan. Xie Lian smiles.
“San Niang likes being my good girl?” She teases.
Hua Cheng, however, doesn’t tease back but just nods her head weakly. Xie Lian hums, considering and digesting this new development. She decides to try something out.
“Good girls look up at their jiejies.”
Hua Cheng slowly but immediately lifts her face out of the older woman’s cleavage and Xie Lian is slightly shocked to see that her pupil is blown and her face has a deep blush sitting high on her cheekbones.
“San Niang was rather naughty today, wasn’t she?”
Hua Cheng shakes her head and pouts. “San Niang is always good to jiejie.”
“Hm, we only got through one practice sheet and San Niang stole my phone,” Xie Lian considers with an exaggerated, pensive look on her face.
“Jiejie! I’m good!” Hua Cheng argues.
Xie Lian doesn’t really know what to do in bed on the best of days, but this—this feels familiar. She slips into her tutor headspace and lets herself imagine all the scenarios with Hua Cheng that she’d previously suppressed for the sake of propriety. She smiles at her student.
“I know you are,” she soothes.
Hua Cheng huffs, but looks pleased at the praise. Interestingly, her good eye has started to go dark and a little glassy. She also looks… extremely sweet and bulliable right now, Xie Lian realizes with a jolt. She’s always charming but usually disobedient, and right now, as she looks up at Xie Lian with a worshipful expression…
“San Niang,” she starts. “Take off your underwear.”
She commands the younger woman gently but seriously, causing Hua Cheng’s eye to widen before dropping to half-mast. She sighs out a deep breath and murmurs,
“Yeah, okay, jiejie.”
She sits up and begins to work her black, lace panties down her legs until she’s completely naked in front of Xie Lian. She looks—a little dazed, a little out of it.
“What else?”
Xie Lian considers her, and the situation they’re in.
“Take off my skirt for me, please,” she gently commands. “And my—my underwear, too.”
Hua Cheng looks like there’s nothing in the world she’d rather be doing. She starts to reverently unzip the side of Xie Lian’s long maxi skirt, gently pulling it down her hips. When Xie Lian is down to her underwear, she feels herself start to blush, but she thickens her face and tries to dive deeper into this headspace that she’s found herself in.
“Be good—Undress all of me,” she says.
“I’m good,” Hua Cheng whispers. “Begging jiejie’s pardon.”
She dips her fingers under the waistline of Xie Lian’s plain white cotton panties and begins to slowly, slowly drag them down the older woman’s legs.
“Jiejie,” she breathes out once she’s gotten Xie Lian completely undressed.
Xie Lian fights the urge to cower away and retreat into herself, shy under Hua Cheng’s devotional stare. She steals herself, though, and pats her thigh.
“Come here,” she commands softly.
Hua Cheng scrambles, uncharacteristically inelegant in her movements, and comes to straddle one of Xie Lian’s thick, muscular thighs. One of Xie Lian’s is almost equal to both of Hua Cheng’s, lithe as the younger woman is. Xie Lian is finding that she quite likes the reminder that Hua Cheng is smaller than her in some ways, even if she does tower over Xie Lian height-wise.
“Good girl,” Xie Lian praises.
Hua Cheng shivers and puts her face into the crook of Xie Lian’s neck. She continues to lick and suck at the skin there, picking up from where she left off earlier. Now, however, she seems a little more subdued—though no less enthusiastic than she was earlier. It’s almost like her head has gone a little cloudy, and Xie Lian can tell that she’s more obedient than usual.
She hums into Xie Lian’s neck and kisses under her chin. Xie Lian giggles.
“Did I say you could mark me up?” She challenges, though she herself actually doesn’t mind.
Hua Cheng pauses what she’s doing and whines.
“Awfully assumptive of San Niang, hm?”
Hua Cheng whines again. “Begging jiejie for forgiveness.”
Xie Lian cradles the back of her head gently and makes a considering noise.
“San Niang should make it up to me,” Xie Lian suggests.
Her heart is beating out of her chest and she has no idea what she's doing right now, but she’s finding that she’s greatly enjoying this little game that the two of them are playing. It feels—natural and comfortable, like when they banter over dinner, or walk in peaceful silence with E-Ming.
“Anything,” San Niang promises after dropping an apologetic kiss to her shoulder.
“Come here,” Xie Lian hums before using her considerable arm strength to maneuver Hua Cheng until they’re both sitting back-to-front with Xie Lian spooning the younger woman.
She wraps her arms around Hua Cheng’s middle and drops a sweet kiss behind her ear.
“San Niang,” she starts, getting the other woman’s attention—she seems a little lost in her own head now.
Hua Cheng makes a noise of acknowledgement and slumps into Xie Lian’s hold.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Hua Cheng shivers and obediently does as told.
“That’s my good, good girl.”
She shivers again. “Jiejie!”
“Now: I’m going to touch you, okay? Be good for me. Remember, you were naughty and need to make it up to jiejie.”
Hua Cheng nods seriously and bucks her hips. Xie Lian smiles. Her enthusiasm is really cute.
It’s also precious how affected she is right now: her face is flushed and her usual cocksure, arrogant attitude is nowhere to be found. Now, she’s soft and obedient, malleable under Xie Lian’s commands and gentle hands.
Xie Lian hesitantly brings her fingers to the inside of Hua Cheng’s thigh. The younger woman inhales a shaky breath but stays still. Xie Lian begins to run her short nails up and down the sensitive skin of her inner-thigh, relishing in the choked-off whimpers that Hua Cheng is doing her best to stifle.
She brings her hand closer to the center of Hua Cheng’s legs, still a little hesitant to be touching another woman for the first time, but then the younger woman mewls and Xie Lian decides that she’s had enough of being coy. She starts to gently stimulate Hua Cheng’s folds with a light touch of her fingertips, smiling when the younger woman makes another cute, affected noise.
She uses this time to just map out Hua Cheng’s pussy, playing with her folds and only brushing over her clitoral hood. She brings another hand around to cup one of Hua Cheng’s small tits and play with her nipple; the result is a panting, whimpering Hua Cheng doing her best to sit still in Xie Lian’s embrace.
“Jiejie,” she pants out. “Jiejie, please touch me.”
“I am touching you,” Xie Lian hums. “Be good. Don’t be greedy and take what I give you.”
Hua Cheng nods stiffly and forces herself to relax further into Xie Lian’s arms. Xie Lian coos out genuine praise and tweaks her nipple at the same time, causing her to let out a raw, affected moan. Emboldened, Xie Lian cups Hua Cheng’s cunt with her palm.
“This is mine for tonight, understand?”
Hua Cheng nods eagerly. “Every part of me is for jiejie.”
“You’re going to use this to make it up to me, okay?”
“Yes, jiejie.”
“Good girl.”
She then starts to run her fingertips over Hua Cheng’s soaking pussy again, before finding her entrance and running a finger around it, never dipping inside but teasing around it. Hua Cheng squirms and mewls a little, but Xie Lian holds her by her midsection and doesn’t let her hump her hips at the sensation.
“Be good,” Xie Lian reminds. “This is for me to play with.”
“Yes, jiejie,” Hua Cheng whispers.
Xie Lian rewards her with a sweet kiss to the nape of her neck.
“I’m going to go inside now,” she warns.
“Please,” Hua Cheng begs.
Xie Lian smiles against the back of her neck and places another kiss there. Then she starts to gently work her middle finger into Hua Cheng’s tight, wet heat. There’s a little resistance from the tight ring of muscle around her, but the younger woman is really so wet that Xie Lian is able to slip the entirety of her finger inside in one smooth motion. Hua Cheng breathes out harshly and leans back into Xie Lian’s embrace.
“Jiejie—is inside me.” She sounds a little dazed.
“Mm,” Xie Lian confirms. Then, feeling playful, “San Niang is sucking me in—so greedy.”
“I—I Can’t help it, jiejie,” Hua Cheng murmurs pitifully.
“Shh,” Xie Lian soothes. “It’s okay. Just let me…”
She begins to move her finger around, not really focused on bringing Hua Cheng any sort of pleasure, but instead getting familiar with the tight, wet sensation around her finger.
“San Niang feels so good,” she praises. “So hot and soft.”
She starts to pet the top of Hua Cheng’s walls with her finger, gently stimulating the other woman the way she knows feels good when she touches herself—as rare as that may be. They have the same parts, sure, but Xie Lian wouldn’t exactly call herself an expert on the female anatomy. Still, she does her best to draw moans and mewls out of the younger woman in her arms. When Hua Cheng has loosened up and relaxed further, Xie Lian pets her nipple with her other hand.
“Would San Niang like another?”
“Ah, have I—Have I earned it?”
That gets Xie Lian to pause. Usually her student is quick to accept any scrap of affection from her, regardless of if she’s earned it or not. In fact, she’s usually quite shameless about asking for unearned rewards from Xie Lian, coaxing the other woman into getting her way.
Now, she’s demure and almost pitiful in her obedience. Xie Lian feels herself swell with fondness and—shamefully—she feels herself give a violent twitch between her legs at the thought of having so much power over such a confident, dynamic woman. It makes her want to do right by her, to treat her right, the way her San Niang always treats her. Her face thickens instantly and she throws herself deeper into this dominant headspace, ready to guide both of them through this.
“My San Niang,” she coos. “My good girl. You’ve earned it.”
Hua Cheng lets out something close to a sob at Xie Lian’s words and at the way Xie Lian fucks her ring finger in alongside her middle finger. Like this, she thinks she can imitate what she’s—embarrassingly—seen in porn before. She starts to rock her hand, fucking Hua Cheng with her two fingers. The motions are shallow, but she’s buried deep in the younger woman.
She doesn’t look for Hua Cheng’s sweet spot yet, sating her curiosity by feeling around inside of her. She experiments with rough, rocking motions and dragging the pads of her fingers against Hua Cheng’s fluttering walls. It’s hard to tell what gives the younger woman the most pleasure, however, as she’s already a mess of whines and whimpers, so Xie Lian just shifts her position and searches for what she knows will make Hua Cheng fall apart in her arms.
Like this, she can feel the tell-tale sensation of Hua Cheng’s sweet spot. She focuses her fingers there, using her lack of leverage to her advantage and fluttering her fingertips. Hua Cheng reacts explosively.
“Jiejie! There!”
She reaches down to grab Xie Lian’s wrist, Xie Lian imagines to anchor herself.
“There you go,” Xie Lian coos. “My good girl.”
Hua Cheng starts to shake in her arms and chants, jiejie, jiejie.
“There you go,” Xie Lian repeats. “So good, letting me use you like this.”
“All for jiejie,” Hua Cheng sobs out.
Xie Lian coos at her again and increases the pressure of her fingertips on Hua Cheng’s sweet spot as a reward.
“So sweet for me,” she praises, just to feel Hua Cheng fall apart further in her embrace.
The younger woman doesn’t disappoint, back arching and head coming to rest against Xie Lian’s. She lets out a loud moan, too, that Xie Lian can feel resonate all the way between her own legs.
“San Niang is always so good to me,” she acknowledges. “I’m so thankful towards her.”
Hua Cheng sobs. “Jiejie!”
“I’m so lucky she wanted me, that she’s letting me—letting me fuck her like this.”
“Anything,” the younger woman promises roughly.
Xie Lian kisses her neck and gently hushes her. “Shh, I’ve got you now. Jiejie has you.”
She starts to feel her wrist cramp but ignores the discomfort, wholly focused on the beautifully undone woman in her arms and the wet heat surrounding her fingers. She increases the pressure of her fingertips again and starts to flutter them faster to hear Hua Cheng sob out her name again.
“Jiejie, jiejie, can I—?”
Xie Lian hums. “Can you…?”
“Can I cum—please!”
Xie Lian makes a show of humming again, considering, even as her fingers speed up. “I suppose you have been good…”
“Did I—” She cuts herself off with a pitiful hiccup. “Did I make it up to you?”
“Oh, my sweet San Niang. You did. Now let go for me,” she coaxes. “Let go for jiejie.”
Hua Cheng kicks her hips and whimpers. Then, seconds later, she lets out a wail of pleasure and of Xie Lian’s name. Xie Lian feels it as she cums around her fingers, tightening up impossibly farther and then twitching sporadically with decreasing frequency and intensity as she whimpers and whines through her orgasm.
Xie Lian continues to fuck her through it, rocking her wrist rather than fluttering her fingers. She draws the younger woman’s orgasm out further, only stopping when Hua Cheng’s whines start to sound a little too overstimulated. She then leaves her fingers inside, just to keep them inside that tight, warm heat, and begins to press kiss after kiss into whatever patch of skin she can reach as Hua Cheng comes down and catches her breath.
She coos out genuine praise, softly in the gentle silence of the room. She brings her free hand down from where it had been massaging Hua Cheng’s tits, bringing it around to soothingly pet at Hua Cheng’s soaked inner-thigh.
“Jiejie, wow,” she sighs out dreamily. “Thanking—Thanking jiejie.”
“San Niang is more than welcome,” she says gently, feeling strangely tender and affectionate playing such an intense game with the younger woman. “You deserve to feel good.”
Hua Cheng lets out one last choked-off sob. She starts to twist in Xie Lian’s arms, dislodging her fingers from her pussy in the process.
“Hold me?” She asks.
Xie Lian looks at her face and feels her heart give a weak lurch. Hua Cheng looks completely undone, all her barriers stripped away, leaving a vulnerable young woman who just wants to be wanted back.
“Oh, San Niang, come here,” Xie Lian coos, opening her arms and accepting Hua Cheng into them.
Hua Cheng wastes no time, immediately crawling up to Xie Lian and lying sideways against her, curled up in the older woman’s strong arms. She sighs and puts her face in the crook of Xie Lian’s neck again.
“Jiejie,” she calls dreamily. “Jiejie, jiejie…”
“I’m right here,” Xie Lian soothes.
The arousal between her own legs takes a backseat to comforting Hua Cheng and making sure the other woman is coming back to herself alright. As time ticks by and she starts to smirk and smugly demand kisses, however, Xie Lian sees that she had nothing to worry about. Hua Cheng does stay in a little bit of a sweet, dreamy headspace, though her bratty tendencies are starting to come out again.
“Don’t you want to touch me a little more?” She slurs, bringing Xie Lian’s hand up to her tits.
“San Niang is being greedy now,” Xie Lian admonishes playfully.
“En~ This San Niang will always be greedy when jiejie is involved.”
“Too shameless,” Xie Lian huffs out in a laugh.
Hua Cheng just leans down with a sharp smile and initiates a kiss. Surprisingly, Hua Cheng keeps it relatively chaste, focusing on groping her tits with Xie Lian’s hands and sighing pleasantly into the older woman’s mouth.
“I feel no shame at all when it comes to jiejie,” she boasts happily.
“San Niang…” She says, gently exasperated, as she shifts her position.
“Jiejie didn’t—!” The younger woman suddenly realizes as she moves her hips and feels the wetness that has dripped down to Xie Lian’s inner-thighs. “Jiejie! Please forgive this useless one!”
Xie Lian chuckles. “Tonight was about San Niang.”
“No! Jiejie!” Hua Cheng wails. “I failed you!”
“Hush, you did no such thing. I was more than happy to—to fuck you.” She only stutters a little.
Hua Cheng huffs and pouts, but she looks a little pleased at hearing Xie Lian curse.
“Next time, it’s jiejie’s turn. This San Niang will treat you so good,” she promises earnestly.
Xie Lian doesn’t doubt it. She pets Hua Cheng’s long, black hair and says as much. Hua Cheng looks pacified, but is still obviously disappointed in herself for not making Xie Lian cum. Xie Lian privately finds it cute, how dedicated to her pleasure Hua Cheng is. It makes her heart swell again and she draws the younger woman in closer, holding her against her front and pressing sweet kisses onto her cheekbone.
“San Niang makes me feel good without—without doing that,” she placates, embarrassingly genuine.
Hua Cheng smiles and her good eye crinkles with happiness. “Jiejie always makes me feel good, too. I’m so lucky to have gotten her first…”
The two of them giggle into each other’s space and whisper sweet-nothings until Xie Lian’s phone—still in Hua Cheng’s tunic pocket on the floor—starts to vibrate and ring noisily.
Xie Lian startles. “Ah… that’ll probably be my date…”
Hua Cheng bites the underside of her jaw, petulant and childish, and growls softly.
“Pay attention to me,” she whines. “I’m your date.”
Xie Lian laughs and brings her attention back to Hua Cheng.
“Who am I with right now?” She says patiently.
Hua Cheng suddenly looks smug. “Jiejie is with me.”
“En.”
“Jiejie isn’t with—with that man,” she says with distaste. “Jiejie chose me.”
“En,” Xie Lian confirms with pink cheeks.
“Jiejie wants me,” Hua Cheng says, steadily growing more enthusiastic. “Jiejie is here, naked, in my bed.”
“En…”
Hua Cheng laughs and adjusts her head until she can easily capture Xie Lian’s lips.
“Please? Let me make it up to you?” Hua Cheng weedles.
“There’s nothing to make up for,” Xie Lian reminds gently.
The younger woman just smiles as a mischievous look spreads across her beautiful features and Xie Lian knows that she’s in trouble now. She uses her hands and mouth to entice, groping and petting with reverence and whispering all sorts of filth into Xie Lian’s burning ears as she’s seated in the older woman’s lap.
Xie Lian’s phone goes off again, this time likely Mu Qing or Feng Xin calling to yell at her for no-showing, but she can’t find herself to care. Hua Cheng has slipped her hands down in between Xie Lian’s legs and begins to coax Xie Lian into giving her what she wants—very in character of her, Xie Lian thinks wryly.
Gone is her simpering, sobbing San Niang, sweetly held in her arms. Now, Hua Cheng entices her with sweet touches and dirty words, slowly breaking down Xie Lian’s defenses. She knows that they need to talk, but she reasons that they can do that later—especially when Hua Cheng starts to moan and suck kisses into her throat again.
She’s content to stay in Hua Cheng’s bed, cut off from the outside world, as the two of them lose themselves in each other. Her phone rings and rings and rings, but neither woman pays it any mind, too wrapped up in each other.
Xie Lian distantly thinks she’ll have to send this mystery guy—this Pei Ming—a gift basket for indirectly getting them together. That, and maybe a note that says “sorry for standing you up”... Although she doesn’t feel sorry at all as Hua Cheng kisses her lips and fucks a finger into her twitching heat, her world narrowing back down to the two of them and the pleasure they can show each other.
Hua Cheng smiles and leans in.
“I like you, jiejie,” she admits in a playful whisper.
Xie Lian smiles back. “I like you, too.”
And this is all Xie Lian needs—all she’s wanted. Who would’ve guessed she would’ve found it in her mischievous, university-aged calligraphy student? Bratty and arrogant or soft and obedient, Xie Lian feels lucky to have this beautiful woman in her arms and in her life.
Hua Cheng kisses her and she can’t help but smile into their kiss.
And it really is all she needs.