Chapter 57: Trying It Out Early Part 2

Meng Chuning smiled faintly at the person beside her. “Tomorrow’s PE class is in your hands then, Teacher Xu.”

“No need to stand on ceremony. It’s an honor to work with the program crew,” Teacher Xu replied, leading the way ahead. “The stir-fries here are a big hit with the students. Care to try some, Teacher Meng?”

“No, thank you.” Meng Chuning’s gaze swept over the cameramen and landed on Jiang Xiaoyi, who was laughing amid the cluster of girls.

“…”

Meng Chuning realized Jiang Xiaoyi was way too popular. A spark of jealousy flickered in her—ever since the variety show started, they hadn’t had a single moment to stick together.

Teacher Xu handed her a bottle of water. “What do you have planned next, Teacher Meng?”

Meng Chuning and Teacher Xu were standing not far from Jiang Xiaoyi’s table. Jiang Xiaoyi suddenly lost her appetite, her ears straining to catch their conversation.

Teacher Xu kept peppering Meng Chuning with questions and even offered to walk her back to her office.

The office was right next door. What was there to walk her to?

“I’m full,” Jiang Xiaoyi said, setting down her chopsticks. “I’ll step out for a bit to walk it off.”

Lunch break meant no cameramen trailing her. The campus stretched empty and quiet.

Jiang Xiaoyi walked briskly. She didn’t slow until she saw Meng Chuning and Teacher Xu parting ways at the door to the variety show office. Then she hurried up.

Meng Chuning was just unlocking the door.

“Teacher Meng.” Jiang Xiaoyi called from behind her. Before Meng Chuning could turn, strong arms wrapped around her waist, ushering her inside.

Meng Chuning caught the faint, familiar fragrance and finally registered what was happening. “Xiaoyi, what are you doing here?”

“Lunch break,” Jiang Xiaoyi murmured. Her warm palm pressed against Meng Chuning’s abdomen. “Teacher Meng, your top’s a little short.”

“Why call me Teacher Meng when it’s just us…?” Meng Chuning suddenly found the title odd, like they were role-playing or something.

Jiang Xiaoyi stayed pressed against her back, hands gripping the dip of her waist. “Teacher Xu calls you that. Why can’t I?”

“That’s different…” The tight short-sleeved top rode up easily, leaving Meng Chuning’s waist bare to Jiang Xiaoyi’s touch.

Meng Chuning’s waist was slender, her skin so smooth it was addictive to the touch. Jiang Xiaoyi leaned down and nipped her soft earlobe. “I’m different from her. But sister, you really are popular.”

“Where do you get that from? Mm…” Meng Chuning’s earlobe was caught between Jiang Xiaoyi’s teeth, sending waves of heat and tingling pleasure through her. She tried to pull away but was held firmly in place. “Sister, don’t you have other clothes?”

Meng Chuning bit her lip, teasing. “What’s wrong with this one?”

“You’ll have to change it later anyway, sister.” Jiang Xiaoyi released her and sauntered over to perch on the desk. “Two hours for lunch break should be plenty.”

Meng Chuning’s breath hitched. “Plenty for what?”

The office was utterly quiet. Jiang Xiaoyi lounged casually in the chair, her ponytail full and rounded at the nape, delicate baby hairs framing her hairline in an endearing way. She turned her face, tilting her head. “What do you think, sister?”

Sunlight streamed in through the window, dancing motes of dust in the air. Jiang Xiaoyi’s eyes sparkled as she smiled. “This morning, you soaked right through your clothes.”

With that innocent expression while saying something so provocative, Meng Chuning felt like she was going insane.

“I can’t keep you company tonight, sister,” Jiang Xiaoyi said, eyeing Meng Chuning frozen in place. “Do you want it or not?”

Meng Chuning walked over slowly, staring at Jiang Xiaoyi’s face. “I want it…”

That brief touch from the morning wasn’t nearly enough. Holding out until evening might be impossible.

Up close, the tiny mole beneath Jiang Xiaoyi’s eye stood out more clearly. Her face was clean and translucent, the blue-and-white school uniform making her look vibrantly youthful.

Jiang Xiaoyi took her hand. “Lap or desk?”

Trading such suggestive words with Jiang Xiaoyi in her school uniform felt shamefully erotic, yet exhilarating. Just from talking, Meng Chuning could feel herself getting wet again.

“Either… works for me.” Meng Chuning leaned back against the desk, her legs trapped between Jiang Xiaoyi’s thighs.

Jiang Xiaoyi looked up at her flushed cheeks and smiled. “You look so shy, sister.”

“Don’t laugh, Xiaoyi.” Unable to resist, Meng Chuning swung a leg over to straddle her lap face-to-face. She leaned in for a kiss. “Open your mouth.”

Jiang Xiaoyi parted her lips slightly, her lashes lowering as she watched Meng Chuning crane her neck for deeper kisses. That usually cool, aloof face gradually flushed with desire. A soft tongue slipped between her lips, and Jiang Xiaoyi hooked it gently, giving it a nibble.

“Mm.” Meng Chuning pulled back, her eyes damp and reddened. “Xiaoyi… you bit me.”

Her tone was pitiful, laced with coquettish complaint. Jiang Xiaoyi cupped her face. “Sister, I didn’t bite that hard.”

“…” Meng Chuning poked out her reddened tongue. “See? It hurts.”

“You’re too good at acting cute, sister.” Jiang Xiaoyi leaned down to suckle it soothingly. Meng Chuning swallowed repeatedly.

Her tongue tip went a little numb. Meng Chuning turned her face and licked her lips. “Xiaoyi, if I had asked for your contact info back in high school, would you have given it to me?”

“Of course.” Jiang Xiaoyi released her, breathing a little ragged. “But if I could go back, I’d be the one chasing you, sister.”

Even though Su Jiuyue had said her memory wasn’t great—maybe even a bit face-blind—Jiang Xiaoyi at least remembered Meng Chuning as the senior she’d met. They’d only crossed paths twice, but if they’d met again, she definitely would have asked for her contact first.

Meng Chuning regretted it even more. She wrapped her arms around Jiang Xiaoyi. “There’s another outfit in the bag on the desk. I can’t wait anymore.”

“Sister…” Jiang Xiaoyi swallowed softly. “Don’t you think you’re changing the subject a bit fast?”

Meng Chuning shook her head, cheeks burning. “No…”

The wide-open curtains made her uneasy. Jiang Xiaoyi scooped her up onto the desk, then walked over to draw half of them closed. The room dimmed.

Meng Chuning’s gaze followed her. Jiang Xiaoyi’s arms were slender and long; as she reached up to pull the curtain, the fluid lines of her muscles spoke of quiet strength.

In the light, the school uniform fabric turned faintly sheer, revealing hints of her figure and the elegant lines of her waist.

Jiang Xiaoyi turned back, pulling a disinfectant wipe from her pocket. She tore it open and cleaned her hands.

“…” Meng Chuning’s face flamed. Why did Jiang Xiaoyi carry those in her uniform pocket? Did she think Meng Chuning was always horny?

“Sister, what’s this?” When Jiang Xiaoyi returned, she noticed the box in the bag besides the clothes.

The packaging showed a picture of something round like a little orange. As Jiang Xiaoyi reached for it, Meng Chuning quickly covered the bag. “Hold on, Xiaoyi. Don’t look.”

No wonder Meng Fanyu had hesitated when handing her the bag earlier. She must have seen it.

Meng Chuning’s cheeks burned hotter, her panic giving her away. Jiang Xiaoyi had a hunch. “Sister, did you use it on yourself again?”

“…” Meng Chuning hadn’t said a word, yet Jiang Xiaoyi had guessed right away. Was she that attuned to this stuff?

Jiang Xiaoyi’s gaze pinned her. “Sister?”

“It’s not…” Meng Chuning grew flustered under that stare. She’d planned to use it for a video call with Jiang Xiaoyi tonight if she was busy—just how had it gotten discovered like this? And misunderstood?

Jiang Xiaoyi lifted her hand, opened the box, and glanced inside. The little orange was still attached to its cord.

Meng Chuning looked away, mortified.

Jiang Xiaoyi felt a pang of frustration. “Sister, haven’t I been with you these past couple days? And you still…”

“No.” Meng Chuning leaned in, hugging her tight to explain. “It’s for video tonight. You might not have time to come over.”

“…” Jiang Xiaoyi’s neck flushed pink as Meng Chuning whispered in her ear, “You can guide me through it.”

Now it was Jiang Xiaoyi’s turn to blush. She could already picture herself in the dorm, sneaking glances at Meng Chuning—all flushed and needy—on the other side of the screen. But wouldn’t that be going a bit too far?

“Sister, this feels like a test,” Jiang Xiaoyi murmured, burying her heated face in the crook of Meng Chuning’s neck.

It was a little much, but Meng Chuning shook her head quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Still, Jiang Xiaoyi didn’t seem convinced. She tugged down Meng Chuning’s long pants and black lace panties, folding them neatly into the bag. Now Meng Chuning sat bare-legged on the desk, a sheen of transparency glistening between her thighs.

Jiang Xiaoyi looked down at her snow-white thighs. “Sister, I haven’t even done anything yet. How are you already…”

Meng Chuning clapped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t say it.”

“Mm.” Jiang Xiaoyi swallowed the rest. She picked up the little orange and offered it to Meng Chuning. “Sister, I think we should test it out early.”

Meng Chuning’s palm trembled. “No, Xiaoyi.”

On video, the distance would dial down the shame a notch—they could keep it to faces only. Doing this right in front of Jiang Xiaoyi was mortifying.

“Sister.” Jiang Xiaoyi leaned in for a kiss, her hands clutching the hem of Meng Chuning’s top. “If tonight I can only watch… it’ll be torture.”

Meng Chuning’s already short top was shoved all the way up, her seamless bra pushed upward along with it. Her soft, pale breasts bounced out eagerly, impatient to be free.

“Xiaoyi…” Meng Chuning was kissed into a daze, her senses overwhelmed. Jiang Xiaoyi whispered temptations right in her ear, one after another, until Meng Chuning’s eyes grew wet and red at the corners. She let out a soft hum.

Jiang Xiaoyi sat back in her chair, her gaze fixed on Meng Chuning’s waist and below. “Then you’ll have to put it in yourself, sister,” she said.

“Huh?!” Meng Chuning realized that Jiang Xiaoyi had truly turned wicked.

Jiang Xiaoyi slid her chair forward and grasped Meng Chuning’s ankle, guiding her foot to rest on Jiang Xiaoyi’s own thigh. Then she waited for Meng Chuning to make her move.

Under the intensity of Jiang Xiaoyi’s unwavering stare, Meng Chuning had no choice but to squeeze her eyes shut. Her hand drifted downward blindly, fumbling to position the device. She didn’t dare glance down—or meet Jiang Xiaoyi’s eyes.

Jiang Xiaoyi’s gaze trailed up the smooth, pale curves of Meng Chuning’s inner thighs. There was something irresistibly enticing about Meng Chuning’s pretty hand wrapped around the Little Orange, the cord dangling from it swaying distractingly and drawing the eye.

As Meng Chuning slowly eased it in, her fingers accidentally brushed the switch. The moment she felt the faint vibration start, her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. Then she arched her slender neck, thrusting her soft, pale breasts upward so they looked even rounder and fuller.

In her mounting panic, Meng Chuning’s knees started to press together. “Xiaoyi… help me out here,” she pleaded.

The sight hit Jiang Xiaoyi harder than she’d imagined. Her face grew hot, her breathing turning uneven. She reached out and smoothly pushed it the rest of the way in. “Spread your legs a little wider, sister,” she said. “I want to watch.”