Chapter 51: I Haven’t Had My Fill

The office was wrapped in perfect silence, broken only by the rhythmic sound of Jiang Xiaoyi’s continuous swallows.

Meng Chuning was nearly half-reclining on the desk, her gaze fixed on the ceiling lights. The harsh glare made her head spin.

Having just drunk her fill of hot water, Jiang Xiaoyi was slightly sweaty. Her high-bridged nose pressed into the soft flesh, and her scalding tongue tip extended to gently lick along the outline of the little butterfly.

“…” Meng Chuning’s toes tensed instantly as she tried to draw her legs back, but Jiang Xiaoyi gripped her waist even tighter, pulling her closer while burying her face deeper.

Meng Chuning’s mind flashed back to the backseat of the car in that dim parking spot last time—the “Butterfly Exploration” video that Jiang Xiaoyi had played for her.

She felt like she was on another expedition right now, drowning even deeper in the waters. The little butterfly fluttered desperately amid the wet, squelching sounds, gasping for air. Suddenly, a powerful suction drank every drop dry, enveloping it in a wave of warmth that made it cling close.

Jiang Xiaoyi’s tongue tip traced and teased out more, her lips sucking gently with just enough pressure to savor the full flavor.

Meng Chuning’s mouth parted slightly, her back pressed against the desk as her chin lifted repeatedly. Her waist and abdomen strained until they ached; her legs clamped shut, ankles hooked together, while her calves pressed firmly against the back of Jiang Xiaoyi’s neck. She could feel the searing heat grinding even deeper inside her.

“…” came Jiang Xiaoyi’s muffled response as her lips kissed, enveloped, and teased.

Sensing Meng Chuning’s legs beginning to give way and slip, Jiang Xiaoyi grazed her teeth slowly over the soft flesh. Meng Chuning shuddered violently and clamped her thighs tighter, her pale, slender fingers threading into Jiang Xiaoyi’s soft hair and pressing down hard.

Jiang Xiaoyi stood up, lowering her head even further.

“P-please, Xiaoyi…” Unable to hold back, Meng Chuning spoke, but her throat spilled out nothing but tuneless moans. She turned her face away, bit her lip, and arched her back. Her mind went blank amid waves of tingling electricity, each one stronger than the last.

She didn’t know how much time passed before Meng Chuning let out a whimper laced with tears. “Xiaoyi, enough…”

Jiang Xiaoyi turned her face sideways and nipped at the snow-white, tender flesh of Meng Chuning’s inner thigh before lifting her head to look at her.

“Sister?” Jiang Xiaoyi supported Meng Chuning’s lower back as she sat up, then cupped her flushed cheeks with both hands.

“…” Perched on the edge of the desk, Meng Chuning tilted her face upward in a daze, words failing her. Sweat trickled from her temples; glistening droplets clung to her slender neck, and her porcelain skin glowed with an alluring pink flush.

With one arm around Meng Chuning’s waist, Jiang Xiaoyi used her free hand to grab a tissue and dab at the damp sweat on her forehead.

Meng Chuning turned her face into her embrace to steady her breathing, her body utterly limp. Her curled lashes were adorned with teardrops, giving her a heartbreakingly pitiful look.

“Mm…” Meng Chuning nuzzled into the crook of Jiang Xiaoyi’s neck a few times, her voice soft and melting. “Xiaoyi… how are you so good at this…?”

From start to finish, Jiang Xiaoyi had latched on without letting go, her tongue tip alternating between soft caresses and firm probes. Meng Chuning could do nothing but gasp desperately, her mind numbed by overwhelming pleasure.

“Sister doesn’t like it?” Jiang Xiaoyi worried she’d gone too far and made her uncomfortable.

“I like it.” Meng Chuning lifted her flushed face, her eyes shimmering with damp light. “It’s just my first time trying. I couldn’t handle it.”

Jiang Xiaoyi looked down at her and couldn’t help curving her lips into a smile.

“What are you smiling at?” Meng Chuning wrapped her arms around Jiang Xiaoyi’s waist. Had she performed poorly just now?

“I just think…” Jiang Xiaoyi leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “I’m not full yet.”

“Wh-what?” Pink bloomed across Meng Chuning’s fair skin. Her earlobe, pressed against Jiang Xiaoyi’s lips as she spoke, burned bright red. After all that time, how could she still not be full? Jiang Xiaoyi had been sucking so intently.

Jiang Xiaoyi’s palm cradled the bend of Meng Chuning’s knee, hooking it around herself as she leaned down to nibble the soft earlobe. “Can Sister fill me up next time?”

“I…” Meng Chuning clung to Jiang Xiaoyi’s waist, her face and heart pounding from the provocative words. She’d known Jiang Xiaoyi would say things to fluster her before, but this time it felt direct and bewitching. Her earlobe tingled numbly from the bites.

Jiang Xiaoyi pressed forward, her body pinning Meng Chuning’s. “Can I, Sister?”

“Mm, yes…” Meng Chuning’s core rubbed against the decorative chain at Jiang Xiaoyi’s waist. As Jiang Xiaoyi shifted closer, it felt cool against her heated skin.

Jiang Xiaoyi’s gaze dropped, amusement dancing in her eyes. Only now did she realize how shy Meng Chuning truly was—those pink cheeks were begging to be bitten.

“Sister, does your office have cameras?” Jiang Xiaoyi craned her neck to look around. There was one in the corner behind her, positioned just right to capture the perfect angle.

Meng Chuning recovered a bit and nodded. “It does, but only I can access the footage in my office. No need to delete it.”

She assumed Jiang Xiaoyi was worried about leaks, but Jiang Xiaoyi asked seriously, “Sister, can I watch it?”

“Ah?” Meng Chuning’s face flushed again. “Watch what?”

Jiang Xiaoyi licked her lips, making the already glossy pair shimmer. Blushing, she pondered how to phrase it.

Meng Chuning’s breath hitched as she stared. Those lips had just ravaged her so thoroughly…

In the end, Jiang Xiaoyi murmured softly, “I… didn’t get to see Sister’s face while I was drinking the hot water. It’s a shame.”

“…Xiaoyi.” Meng Chuning covered her cheeks with both hands, her forehead resting on Jiang Xiaoyi’s shoulder. “No.”

It was fine making that face in front of Jiang Xiaoyi, but watching it as a video would be mortifying—especially since she’d been pinned down, nearly passing out, eyes squeezed shut as she panted and cried endlessly. Far too embarrassing.

“Sister…” Jiang Xiaoyi grasped Meng Chuning’s wrists and gently pulled her hands away. “But I want to see. Otherwise, redo that expression from before?”

Meng Chuning felt doomed. Before, she’d been the one kissing Jiang Xiaoyi breathless, but now two simple sentences from her had her breathing ragged.

Jiang Xiaoyi blinked her round puppy-dog eyes. “Okay, Sister?”

Unable to resist those pleading eyes, Meng Chuning tilted her chin up slightly, her teeth grazing her lip. Her gaze grew hazy as she looked at Jiang Xiaoyi. Soon, her pink tongue peeked from her mouth—the telltale expression of post-climax bliss.

Jiang Xiaoyi stared, transfixed, her cheeks burning. So this was the seductive look Sister had worn.

Meng Chuning withdrew her tongue and opened her mouth to speak, but Jiang Xiaoyi lunged into her arms, pleading pitifully. “Sister, now I want the surveillance video even more.”

“…” Pinned back onto the desk with Jiang Xiaoyi’s palm cushioning her head, Meng Chuning listened to the earnest coquetry whispered in her ear.

“Every time I drink hot water, I miss Sister’s expression. I’d regret it forever.”

“You make a good point.” Meng Chuning wasn’t opposed to sharing it; she just hadn’t been prepared this time, so her expressions were probably even lewder than before.

Meng Chuning licked her lips. “Xiaoyi… the video’s on the computer.”

Hearing her agreement, Jiang Xiaoyi grinned and released her, picking up the black lace panties that had fallen onto a book. “Sister, let me help you put them on.”

She grasped Meng Chuning’s slender ankle and slid them up, then helped her down from the desk.

Meng Chuning glanced back at the wooden surface. It was spotless—no cleaning needed. Jiang Xiaoyi had truly consumed every last drop.

“…” Seated in her chair, Meng Chuning’s cheeks burned. From now on, working here would always conjure today’s scene. What a torment.

Jiang Xiaoyi leaned close to connect the data cable. Meng Chuning’s hand trembled as she pulled up the surveillance footage; the whole process had lasted an hour and a half. Jiang Xiaoyi had nearly drained her dry yet still claimed she wasn’t full.

Once the video was dragged into a folder, Jiang Xiaoyi unplugged the cable. Meng Chuning gripped her wrist. “Xiaoyi, did you skip dinner?”

“I ate, but not much.” Just the meager crew box lunch on set to maintain her figure.

“Then you…” Meng Chuning meant to say it was dinner she hadn’t eaten enough of, not the “drink,” but Jiang Xiaoyi interrupted, as if reading her mind.

Jiang Xiaoyi shook her head. “Sister just didn’t fill me up.”

No need to be so literal about it. Moments later, Meng Chuning smiled reassuringly. “Next time, I definitely will.”

“Mm.” Jiang Xiaoyi chuckled softly. She found Sister utterly adorable like this—and realized her techniques from sucking snails, licking the star cup in circles, and tying tongue knots were surprisingly useful.

Meng Chuning stood on wobbly legs and leaned into her embrace. “Xiaoyi, come back to Lovers’ Water Bay with me?”

“I…” Jiang Xiaoyi hesitated. She’d stayed at Meng Chuning’s last night; was another night too much?

Meng Chuning tugged at the hem of her shirt. “If you go home, I’ll come with you.”

“No, Sister. It’s an hour’s drive from here—too far.” Jiang Xiaoyi refused, but Meng Chuning just gazed at her.

Jiang Xiaoyi relented. “Alright, I’ll go back to Lovers’ Water Bay with Sister.”

…

Back home, Meng Chuning was exhausted and collapsed onto the bed, ready for sleep.

“Sister, you rest first. I’ll shower.” Jiang Xiaoyi tucked her in, then grabbed her pajamas from the closet with practiced ease and headed to the bathroom.

As hot water cascaded over her, Jiang Xiaoyi realized she hadn’t heard System PP’s completion chime after finishing the task.

She recalled that when System PP issued the celebratory task, it hadn’t specified the Lie-Flat Reward Points. Had she unbound herself?

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than System PP popped up quietly: 【Can I come out now?】

Jiang Xiaoyi: 【……】

She’d been wrong again.

System PP tsked: 【The Host doesn’t seem to welcome me.】

Jiang Xiaoyi was bursting with curiosity: 【What space do you exist in? Do you bind to others? Why are you so fixated on me and Meng Chuning? When do you disappear?】

She was already with Meng Chuning; she didn’t need System PP dictating these naughty tasks anymore.

System PP hadn’t expected so many questions: 【In short, I’m from a parallel world. I don’t bind anyone else—just you and Meng Chuning. And I want a vacation too, ahhhh.】

Jiang Xiaoyi’s eyes widened: 【Parallel worlds really exist?】

System PP hummed affirmatively: 【So if someone asks, did you really have prosopagnosia in high school?】

Jiang Xiaoyi denied it instantly: 【No.】

System PP despaired: 【Bad memory then? Why didn’t you recognize Meng Chuning after she appeared in front of you so many times?】

Jiang Xiaoyi already blamed herself for that—she never imagined she wouldn’t know Meng Chuning. But Sister had never asked, so why was System PP bringing it up?

System PP sighed: 【You two wasted so much time—together only after six years. What were you even thinking before, Host?】

System PP: 【Hey, Host, you there?】

Jiang Xiaoyi: 【Nothing else? Then get lost. I’m going to sleep.】

Why on earth was she getting lectured by a damn system while she was in the bath?

System PP choked for a moment, clearly pissed: 【Punishment task: Get your nose bridge sat on by Meng Chuning…】

Jiang Xiaoyi cut in frantically: 【Stop!】

She had to wonder if System PP was being serious. Sure, her nose bridge was nice and high, but it wasn’t indestructible.

System PP was just trying to spook her: 【A high nose like yours? You’ve gotta put it to good use.】

Jiang Xiaoyi: 【Not. Like. That.】

Without System PP around, she’d never have dreamed up something so depraved as using her nose bridge that way.

【Fine, whatever.】 System PP feigned disappointment and backed off: 【Reward task: Spend one night role-playing all eight of Meng Chuning’s identities. Reward: 100,000 lie-flat points upon completion. No time limit—take it at your own pace and have fun.】

Jiang Xiaoyi felt like she was losing her mind: 【Who the hell sent you?!】

She’d never have come up with a kinky play like that in a million years without System PP egging her on. It would wear her sister out completely.

By the time she finished her bath and stepped out, it was already one in the morning. Jiang Xiaoyi crept quietly to the bed, lifting the covers with care before slipping underneath.

Meng Chuning must have been exhausted. She didn’t even open her eyes when she sensed someone beside her, just mumbled sleepily and snuggled into Jiang Xiaoyi’s arms.

Jiang Xiaoyi leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Good night, sis.”

Her phone on the bedside table blinked a few times. At this hour, the only person who might message her was Su Jiuyue.

Jiang Xiaoyi unlocked WeChat and saw that Su Jiuyue had sent over a story from Flower Market.

Su Jiuyue: 【Xiaoyi, get this—I actually wrote this one back in the day. Have you read it?】

Xiao Yi: 【Whoa, that title’s bold as hell. Doesn’t ring a bell.】

Nearly all of Su Jiuyue’s novels were sweet 1v1 romances, so a title like 《Want to Marry Eight Sisters》 felt totally off-brand.

Jiang Xiaoyi tapped it open and skimmed the first chapter. Turns out the heroine had eight distinct personalities.

Xiao Yi: 【When did you write this? The prose feels super raw.】

Su Jiuyue: 【Right after the college entrance exams, I think.】

Su Jiuyue: 【Heh heh heh. I’d just finished testing and had all this pent-up stress with nowhere to blow it off, so I hammered out this story. I figured switching between all eight of the heroine’s personalities in one night would be next-level hot.】

Xiao Yi: 【Wait, this is high school-era you?】

Jiang Xiaoyi stared at her screen. “???”

Eight identities… now that sounded familiar.

After a moment’s thought, she decided to test the waters with a probing message.

Xiao Yi: 【So, how exactly do you make good use of a high nose bridge?】

Su Jiuyue: 【Don’t ask—my brain’s in the gutter now.】

A few seconds later, another message popped up.

Su Jiuyue: 【I remember telling you about it back in high school.】

Jiang Xiaoyi sucked in a sharp breath. How the hell didn’t she remember that?

Xiao Yi: 【What the fuck were you thinking about all day in high school?!】

Su Jiuyue: 【……】

Su Jiuyue: 【You used to say the exact same thing about me back then.】