ORCBRB – Chapter 58
Chapter 58
Sang Shi'an dared to say this because she was counting on Jian Cenyu's mother being at home.
Luo Wei's health was poor, and she had come to Australia to recuperate. No matter what Jian Cenyu had in mind for her, she would never do anything right under Luo Wei's nose.
But that was what Sang Shi'an had thought twenty minutes ago.
—Until Jian Cenyu led her into a hotel.
While Jian Cenyu was checking in at the front desk, Sang Shi'an lowered her head and tapped through every app on her phone, then swiped them all away, pretending to be very busy to hide her unease.
It was just after eight in the evening back home, and no matter which social media app she opened, it was filled with New Year's Eve messages—wishes to find love in the coming year, wishes to get rich, and so on.
Sang Shi'an felt completely unbothered. After all, she had just received a large sum of money from her family, held a significant amount of high-quality stocks and funds, and was now successfully with the person she liked. No one could be happier than her.
She couldn't help but want to show off, but her rationality held her back.
“An'an.”
Hearing Jian Cenyu call her, Sang Shi'an put down her phone and looked up.
Jian Cenyu was holding a room key card and a receipt, beckoning to her. “Come with me.”
Sang Shi'an's gaze first stuck to the black and gold-stamped key card before drifting elsewhere.
The hotel lobby was magnificently decorated, somewhat resembling those back home and not at all like typical Australian architecture. The elevator ascended quickly, and they didn't encounter any other passengers cutting in line. When the elevator doors opened, a cleaning lady…
Before she could get a clear look at the cleaning lady's face, Sang Shi'an lost the privilege of letting her mind wander as Jian Cenyu pulled her straight into the room.
The door shut quickly and locked.
Neither of them spoke. In the quiet room, Sang Shi'an could hear her own heart beating faster and faster.
It wasn't until Jian Cenyu's fingers gently caressed her chin and their eyes met that Sang Shi'an's face flushed crimson. She let out a subconscious, soft gasp, her mind going blank. “I… you…”
“I've said it before, I want to do many excessive things to you.”
A smile played on Jian Cenyu's lips. When her clear and beautiful voice lowered, it was just like her deep gaze, exceptionally tender and lingering. “I'm not a good older sister.”
Her voice traveled clearly along the contours of Sang Shi'an's ear to somewhere deeper, making her entire body burn and tremble, her legs gradually growing unsteady.
From the moment Jian Cenyu started navigating, she hadn't hidden it from Sang Shi'an. Along the way, Sang Shi'an had actually had many opportunities to call a halt.
But even now, being teased to the point of her eyes welling up, Sang Shi'an still didn't make any excuses. She could even manage to answer Jian Cenyu, “You… you're very good.”
At that, the good older sister let out a very, very soft laugh. Her kiss descended, lips and tongue meeting, tangling with practiced force. The day's makeup had blended perfectly with her skin, and her fresh, creamy complexion glowed with a lustrous sheen.
Jian Cenyu's hand tightened on Sang Shi'an's shoulder, and Sang Shi'an didn't dare to move an inch. Her clenched palms were scorching hot and damp. Her lips were being licked and sucked deeper and tighter, a mix of pain and numbness.
Sang Shi'an really wanted to cry.
She tried her best to relax, hoping Jian Cenyu would be gentler.
But a Sang Shi'an like this was just too obedient.
Just like the ever-compliant Kitty from before.
It made one want to bully her even more fiercely.
Sang Shi'an's softening didn't elicit any pity. Instead, Jian Cenyu's hand slid down, mischievously tracing light circles on the sensitive soft flesh of Sang Shi'an's waist.
Sang Shi'an trembled even more violently. Her mouth couldn't close completely, and her scorching body was like a fish in a hot pan as the water gradually came to a boil, about to be devoured by Jian Cenyu. It was only in this moment that she realized just how gentle Jian Cenyu had been with her before, and also how intense Jian Cenyu's physical desire for her was.
Sang Shi'an had denied it too soon.
Jian Cenyu was right. She really wasn't a good older sister.
As Jian Cenyu's hand roamed to the edge of her belt, her kisses also moved to Sang Shi'an's ear. The moist breath was intensely humid. Sang Shi'an used the last bit of her strength to press down on Jian Cenyu's hand. “Wait…”
Not stop, but wait.
Jian Cenyu paused, and when she looked up, her eyes held undisguised possessiveness and desire.
That gaze seared Sang Shi'an, making her suddenly forget what she was going to say.
Jian Cenyu's voice was no longer as clear and cool as before, now laced with a rich desire. “Want to take a shower?”
Sang Shi'an nodded hastily. “Yes, yes, I want to take a shower.”
Jian Cenyu's fingertips suggestively brushed over the right side of Sang Shi'an's chest. “Together?”
“Ah…” Sang Shi'an's little red face scrunched up. “I'm not used to it.”
Jian Cenyu withdrew her hand, ruffled her hair, and said, “I'll give you ten minutes. If you're not out when the time is up—”
Sang Shi'an cut in, “I'll definitely be out on time!”
Jian Cenyu closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath. “Go on.”
Sang Shi'an carefully extricated herself from Jian Cenyu's embrace. Worried that Jian Cenyu might change her mind, she glanced at her a few more times. From the side, her long, dark hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders, revealing slender, fair arms. The lipstick on her lips was smudged, and a moist sheen lingered as they parted and closed, exuding a captivating color.
Perhaps her gaze was too obvious, as Jian Cenyu turned her head. “Changed your mind?”
Sang Shi'an's back stiffened, and she fled into the bathroom, locking the door and calling out loudly, “Ten minutes!”
Jian Cenyu's voice drawled slowly, “Nine minutes now.”
A long, aggrieved cry came from within the bathroom.
Removing her makeup took up more than half the time. Sang Shi'an decided to give up on her hair, only managing to quickly apply shower gel and rinse it off.
Most importantly, she carefully washed her private areas.
Her mind uncontrollably recalled the penetrative acts in the videos she had watched before. She bit her lip, a troubled expression on her face.
Such a small place, wouldn't it hurt like hell?
A few seconds before the ten minutes were up, Sang Shi'an wrapped herself in a bath towel and pushed open the bathroom door.
The billowing steam obscured Jian Cenyu's vision. Jian Cenyu brushed past her and entered the bathroom.
Standing by the bed, Sang Shi'an suddenly found that waiting outside was even more nerve-wracking. She picked up both their phones and quietly flipped the silent switch down.
—To prevent their families from calling again.
Otherwise, she would really be scared to death.
When the bathroom door opened again, Jian Cenyu came over and wrapped her arms around her, lifting her up like a child and sitting her on the bed. Sang Shi'an subconsciously squeezed her legs together, not daring to move.
“I put our phones on silent. Do you want to let Auntie Luo know?”
Jian Cenyu brushed Sang Shi'an's hair aside and said, “No need. I already told her on the way here that we'd be back a little later.”
Sang Shi'an said again, “What about the research institute? What if there's an emergency and they need to find you? Why don't you just turn your ringer—”
Jian Cenyu's lips pressed against hers, giving Sang Shi'an no more chances to escape. “They won't.”
Her voice disappeared between their touching lips and teeth. The humidity in the air grew heavier. Sang Shi'an gradually lost her balance and was laid down on the bed.
The moment her back touched the silk sheets, her bathrobe loosened. Her skin, directly touching the silk fabric, felt cool for a moment before being quickly covered by a scorching body heat.
Jian Cenyu pressed one hand on the nape of Sang Shi'an's neck as she kissed her, while her other hand slowly slid down. Her fingers didn't spare her either, tracing circles over her heart, kneading slowly and deliberately, then brushing past teasingly, making it incredibly hard to bear.
Before they had confirmed their relationship, Sang Shi'an was the one with some experience, having been taught by Jian Cenyu for over half an hour.
Whether the teacher hadn't been professional enough or the student had been distracted, Sang Shi'an now found herself completely powerless to fight back. She could only bite her lip tightly, trying hard not to fall into a more flustered state.
The white bathrobe was swept to the floor. Sang Shi'an's eyes were moist, and her makeup-free face was filled with raw, innocent emotions, completely exposed.
The identical citrus-scented shower gel fragrances mingled. The air conditioning in the room seemed to have failed; it was getting hotter and hotter. Just as she was about to run out of breath, she realized Jian Cenyu had suddenly stopped kissing her.
Jian Cenyu lowered her head and saw the side of her waist where her fingers had been lingering. She realized Sang Shi'an wasn't wearing anything underneath, completely bare.
Sang Shi'an's fluttering eyelashes were like dancing butterflies, and a fire ignited on her face once more. “I accidentally got them wet when I was showering just now. That's why I couldn't wear them.”
Jian Cenyu's gaze deepened, and her voice grew a little heavy. “I know.”
“Then…” Sang Shi'an bit her lip lightly. “Can you turn off the lights?”
Jian Cenyu agreed, got up from the bed, and then quickly covered her again. Before Sang Shi'an could react, something was placed over her eyes.
—It was the red belt from Sang Shi'an's dress.
Her vision turned into a blurry, red light. Perhaps the room's lights were too bright, or perhaps Jian Cenyu's gaze was too scorching.
It was even harder to bear than before.
But she had no chance to change her mind. Her lips were rubbed until they were bright red, yet it felt very comfortable.
When a warm breath lingered at the hollow of her neck, Sang Shi'an found this slow torment unbearable and urged in as calm a tone as she could manage, “Just get on with it.”
Jian Cenyu paused for a moment, remembering the messy films Sang Shi'an had watched, and let out an almost imperceptible laugh. “An'an is so enthusiastic, huh?”
Sang Shi'an felt like she was being led to the execution ground, her breathing trembling with fear.
“None of that. I was originally planning to help you with my hand.” Jian Cenyu caressed the side of Sang Shi'an's waist, her voice close. “But since you took a shower, how about I give you a reward?”
Sang Shi'an pursed her lips and gave a hesitant, questioning hum. Then she felt Jian Cenyu's kiss land on her chest, before traveling all the way down.
The depression in the mattress shifted outwards. Just as Sang Shi'an thought Jian Cenyu was getting off the bed, she stopped. The blurry figure bent down, and when those incredibly familiar lips and tongue kissed her, Sang Shi'an kicked her leg in surprise.
It seemed she had kicked Jian Cenyu's shoulder.
Jian Cenyu's teasing voice came through. “An'an, don't bite the hand that feeds you.”
Sang Shi'an immediately froze. Her eyes were already covered, her vision obstructed, and now the most vulnerable part of her was being held captive. Both her voice and body shattered, utterly defeated.
So hot, she could barely breathe. Sang Shi'an bit her lip hard as a thin layer of sweat beaded on her forehead.
Tears were continuously absorbed by the belt over her eyes, spreading into a large, pitifully damp patch. A pink flush quickly spread over her entire body.
Jian Cenyu took in Sang Shi'an's state, yet still felt it wasn't enough. She kissed her more and more tenderly, reaching out to take Sang Shi'an's hand and pressing it under her palm, applying gentle pressure with each kiss.
Sang Shi'an's fingertips curled uncontrollably, gradually turning from pink to a deep red. Even though she had never experienced it before, Sang Shi'an could sense that unfamiliar reaction was about to arrive.
Just then, Jian Cenyu stopped.
“Spread your legs a little, An'an.”
Hearing this dangerous-sounding phrase, Sang Shi'an panicked and tried to shrink back, but Jian Cenyu pressed her back down.
Then, Jian Cenyu's voice grew noticeably deeper, carrying a tone that was both forceful and out of patience. “Spread your legs. Do you want a spanking?”
Sang Shi'an was caught completely off guard. The memory awakened in that instant.
—This was what Jian Cenyu had said to her when she was playing the role of Kitty.
Back then, it was enough to make her feel helpless through a phone screen. Now, in Jian Cenyu's arms, with all her arousal displayed before Jian Cenyu's eyes, the feeling of shame reached its absolute peak.
“No…”
Before the word was out, she was forcefully pushed down. Jian Cenyu's kiss approached again, so hot it made Sang Shi'an tremble uncontrollably. Her neck arched back, and she couldn't stop the broken whimpers from escaping, even as she tried to defy Jian Cenyu's command.
But as soon as she moved, Jian Cenyu's cruel and deep voice came through. “Don't move. Do you really want a spanking?”
Sang Shi'an instinctively trembled again, shrinking back continuously. As she brushed against Jian Cenyu's lips, it was more like she was offering herself up.
“Just bear with it.”
Sang Shi'an's hand was once again held by Jian Cenyu, their fingers intertwined and tense. Her defenses crumbled bit by bit, giving her no time to react. Her whimpering sounds were soft and tender, compelling Jian Cenyu to want to bully her even more.
Until she was utterly defeated.
Outside the window, thousands of fireworks burst into the sky all at once, the loud crackling heralding the arrival of the new year.
At Sang Shi'an's most dazed moment, Jian Cenyu's voice slipped into her ear.
“Happy New Year, girlfriend.”
Sang Shi'an cried even harder, unable to even stammer out a broken "Happy New Year." In an instant, a sensation shot from her scalp to her toes.
She never knew her body could have such a terrifying feeling—uncontrolled and intensely pleasurable.
Those brief dozen seconds felt like soaring through the clouds, a tremor that reached her very soul.
Jian Cenyu realized it too, her voice by Sang Shi'an's ear even lower. “An'an, your body is well-suited for pleasure…”
The last few words were even softer. Sang Shi'an could barely hear them but could guess what they were.
Sang Shi'an bit down on Jian Cenyu's shoulder. Her tense body only began to slowly relax after a few minutes, letting out a small sob.
Jian Cenyu gathered her into her arms, and after ten minutes, finally kissed her lips again.
She tasted a strange, salty flavor in her mouth. Realizing what it was, Sang Shi'an turned her head away in shock. “Jian Cenyu, you're so dirty!”
Jian Cenyu's movements paused slightly. She cupped Sang Shi'an's chin and kissed her heavily. “Why are you disgusted with yourself now?”
Sang Shi'an felt incredibly wronged. “You bullied me.”
Jian Cenyu went to untie the belt covering Sang Shi'an's eyes.
Her tear-filled eyes were a little sensitive to the sudden light, until they met Jian Cenyu's pale irises.
Then, she saw those eyes curve into a smile. “Sang Shi'an, are you being unreasonable? You were the one enjoying it just now. How did I bully you?”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Did I make you bleed?”
“Or did I use any of those strange props from the videos?”
With each question from Jian Cenyu, Sang Shi'an's eyelashes lowered a fraction.
She awkwardly wrapped her arms around Jian Cenyu and initiated a kiss.
Sang Shi'an had lost too much strength and was now completely limp. Jian Cenyu's lips also seemed to be sore, so she kissed very lightly, yet lingeringly.
It didn't feel like they were in a hotel, but more like middle school students in the first flush of love, secretly learning how to kiss on campus.
When the kiss ended, Sang Shi'an asked, dazed and uncertain, “Is that… it?”
Her wet eyes gazed at her pitifully, both innocent and alluring. If not for the consideration that this was Sang Shi'an's first time, Jian Cenyu would have wanted to continue.
“You can think of it as foreplay, or you can think of it as making love.” Jian Cenyu deliberately used the English words, but Sang Shi'an still found it a bit much.
Sang Shi'an asked vaguely, “Then what would count as the complete thing?”
“When both people reach a state of pleasure.” Jian Cenyu suddenly felt that explaining these things to Sang Shi'an was also a mistake. Every glance, every word from Sang Shi'an was treading on her taut nerves.
Her rationality was on the verge of snapping.
“So I have to help you too?” Sang Shi'an finally understood. Her hand quietly reached for Jian Cenyu's waist. When she saw the large, dark patch that had soaked through the fabric, she suddenly lost the courage to pull it down.
“Let's skip it for tonight.” Jian Cenyu was genuinely afraid that Sang Shi'an would hurt her, whether with her hands or her mouth.
Two seconds later, Jian Cenyu leaned close to Sang Shi'an's ear and whispered something. Under Sang Shi'an's shocked gaze, she pressed their palms together and rubbed them lightly twice.
“If you still have the energy, you can help me like this.”
“I… I don't think I have any energy left.” Sang Shi'an's eyes darted around wildly, moving from Jian Cenyu's face to the ceiling, then to the lights, and finally turning her head to look at the fireworks outside the window.
Jian Cenyu poked her forehead. “I knew you were useless.”
For once, Sang Shi'an didn't retort. Perhaps certain that this was it for the night, she grew bolder. Her gaze shifted downward, landing on Jian Cenyu's chest.
So red, it looked even more beautiful than before. It must feel nice to touch.
She swallowed.
Jian Cenyu covered Sang Shi'an's eyes, her voice tight. “You better behave yourself.”
Jian Cenyu got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water could be heard.
Sang Shi'an remembered Jian Cenyu's final glance and collapsed onto the bed, laughing.
The damp feeling lingered on the silk sheets. Sang Shi'an bunched up the duvet, as if doing so could make it seem like nothing had happened.
It was already 12:30 AM. Her WeChat was filled with early New Year's greetings. In a good mood, Sang Shi'an patiently replied to each one.
When she saw a message from Su Ningyue asking to spend New Year's Eve together, she sent a cute sticker with the text: [I'm in Australia with Jian Cenyu]
Su Ningyue immediately sent a video call request.
Sang Shi'an wasn't even dressed, just wrapped in a bath towel, so it was naturally inconvenient.
She declined the call and replied: [Not convenient]
At this hour, and with Jian Cenyu, even if they were out shopping or watching a movie, she could still take a video call. Su Ningyue immediately sent a string of exclamation marks: [Are you up to no good? How's Senior Jian's technique?]
[Was it good? Did she initiate or did you?]
[No, you didn't even know your own sexuality before, she must have initiated]
Sang Shi'an blinked. Her eyes, having just cried, were brighter than the fireworks outside.
She slowly typed: [Can you be a little more civilized?]
Since there was no denial, Su Ningyue immediately sent a row of yellow heart emojis.
The sound of water from the bathroom paused, and Sang Shi'an suddenly became as alert as a mouse seeing a cat.
Fortunately, the sound of running water started again a few seconds later. Sang Shi'an didn't dare to chat for long, afraid of being caught red-handed when Jian Cenyu came out. So she said to Su Ningyue: [Gotta go, there are fireworks here. I'll bring you back a gift]
[Wait, wait! I called you for something else!] Su Ningyue quickly sent another message.
Before Sang Shi'an could send a question mark, a photo was sent over: [There's a confession thread on the school forum tonight. I saw Senior Jian's WeChat ID in it. I don't know if it's real, but if it was leaked, you should have Senior Jian enable some account protection recently]
Sang Shi'an searched for the WeChat ID. It brought up a blank profile picture with a string of English letters as the nickname, which clearly didn't match the account in her contact list.
Sang Shi'an: [That's not Jian Cenyu's. They probably just posted a random one. Don't take it seriously]
Su Ningyue: [Really? But I saw a senior from the finance department claim it below, saying they were leaking personal privacy and demanding the admin delete the post]
Sang Shi'an's heart skipped a beat. She felt something was off about this. She saved the WeChat account to her notes, planning to ask Jian Cenyu about it when she had the chance.
Just then, the sound of water from the bathroom stopped, and Jian Cenyu's voice came through. “An'an, help me find the hairdryer.”
Sang Shi'an put down her phone and called out, “Isn't it in there?”
Jian Cenyu: “No.”
Sang Shi'an had no choice but to get out of bed to help her look. The hairdryer was indeed in the cabinet near the door. She had no idea what kind of habits Australians had.
When she knocked on the bathroom door, Jian Cenyu's hand reached out, not for the hairdryer, but for Sang Shi'an's wrist.
The steam that hit her face made Sang Shi'an's ears burn again. Her nervous tone was like an invisible form of seduction. “…Are, are you asking me to help?”
Jian Cenyu suddenly felt like the shower she just took was for nothing. Forcibly suppressing the urge to kiss her, she pulled Sang Shi'an in and pushed her into the shower stall.
Then she firmly closed the transparent shower door.
As if caging the beast within her heart.
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