"Hey, clerk, what's that noise in the fitting room? Should we check it out?" Lu Ziyang had heard something crash inside earlier and was growing anxious that the two might actually be up to something. He had no choice but to turn to the clerk to ease his mounting panic.
The sound at the door made Yaxi's core clench tight, but it only fueled Chen Ling's excitement further.
Yaxi was regretting it now. As an inexperienced, innocent girl, she shouldn't have picked a place like this to mess around with Chen Ling. He was, after all, far more seasoned than she was. She needed to go home, study up slowly, and then take him on again when she was ready.
After being teased by her crush for so long, her arousal had spiked too fast, leaving her weak and drained. She tried to speak in a commanding tone, but her voice came out soft and tender, almost like she was teasing him on purpose: "That's enough. Let's stop here and head home."
"Enough?" Chen Ling nuzzled her neck with his nose, catching the faint, pleasant scent of her shower gel. "You're soaking wet—how could that be enough?"
In the mirror, Chen Ling's hand slid to the damp spot on her panties and pressed down hard.
"Ah! Chen Ling!" the girl gasped softly.
Chen Ling, entirely self-taught, licked her earlobe with raw desire, his four fingers pressing against her soft, wet entrance, rubbing it eagerly.
He'd never read any sex manuals—he had to learn by watching her up close.
"Have you ever touched yourself?"
"Mm… stop, Chen Ling, not there. Chen Ling, ugh…" His strength overwhelmed her, and Yaxi twisted her hips to escape, only then noticing the hard bulge beneath her, pressing into her, slipping into the crevice of her ass after her faint plea to stop.
Her whimpering pants quickened Chen Ling's rhythm. He glanced into the mirror—Yaxi's legs were long and slender, trembling faintly because of him. His large hand roamed for its own pleasure, brushing her thigh, which was unexpectedly plush. He squeezed it, then couldn't resist giving it a light slap. The flesh jiggled, the lingering ripple sparking something wild in his chest.
The inside of her thigh was smooth and flawless, as silky as the inner edge of a petal. His breathing grew heavy as his hand slid along the tender skin, slipping inside. Her white lace panties were already half-drenched at the bottom, the curve of her pubic bone and thigh forming a hollow where his hand circled.
Then, with a quick flick, he tugged her panties aside.
Why did she love wearing white so much—and lace, no less?
Finally, his fingers met her slick, dripping heat. He bit down on Yaxi's ear. "When you touch yourself, do you get this wet?"
"Wet—way wetter than this. You're nothing special," Yaxi shot back. She knew she couldn't overpower him, and in her frustration, she could only try to provoke him with words.
"Hmm." Chen Ling didn't take the bait. Instead, his eyes curved into a gentle smile. "Yaxi, you've never put anything inside, have you? Because you're scared of the pain."
"…"
"I know. Last night, you bumped your arm on the cabinet corner and cried from it."
Yaxi had no comeback.
She'd only ever rubbed her clit while fantasizing about him until she came—never daring to slide anything into herself. Every time she brushed the edge and felt a sting, she'd pull back.
"Don't be scared." Chen Ling rubbed his head against her neck. "I'll teach you."
In the mirror, their intertwined necks made them look like sweet, loving partners, but the word "teach" sent a chill through Yaxi's heart.
She'd dragged him here thinking she could humiliate him. But Chen Ling and Xu Xiaoyi might have been just as reckless out there together.
Chen Ling's fingers didn't let her drift off in thought.
Pulling her panty aside, her dark, intimate flesh unfurled before him. He studied it carefully in the mirror.
"…The outer lips wrapping around the inner ones…"
His palm ground against the plump, wet mound, her sparse hairs parting under his touch. At the top, he spotted the swollen, red nub, already teased to arousal through her clothes earlier. A single brush of his fingertip made it quiver, forcing a moan from her lips that nearly pushed him over the edge.
"This is Yaxi's little clit—tiny, begging to be rubbed."
Chen Ling whispered filthy words into her ear, all the dirty talk lovers share. Yaxi almost fell for it, nearly drowning in the haze he created.
It felt so good—his fingers teasing her clit, long and pale, dancing around her entrance. She clung to a shred of clarity, convincing herself she'd pulled the pure Chen Ling into this filthy game, that she still held the upper hand.
But in the next second, Chen Ling parted her dripping slit with two fingers and taunted her: "Your top mouth's shut tight, but this little one's wide open. Look at that soft, red flesh inside—it's breathing. I wonder if it'll pant when it swallows my finger."