Chapter 14: Accompanied by the Beautiful Song Yu
Chapter 14: Accompanied by the Beautiful Song Yu
The next morning, my biological clock woke me up right on time, just before six o'clock.
My little sister, who had originally been curled up in my arms, was now sprawled out on the other side of the bed, one of her long legs draped over my stomach.
The scene before me couldn't help but make me think of the warm sight of a husband and wife waking up together after a night of sound sleep.
As she slept, my sister’s mouth was slightly parted, her breathing steady and calm. She looked adorable, clearly lost in a very deep sleep. I propped my head up on my hand and watched her sleeping face for a while; the more I looked at her pretty face, the more I felt a surge of affection in my heart.
I glanced at the time—it was already six. I gently moved my sister’s long leg off me, then crept quietly to the bathroom to wash up.
On a summer morning, the sun rises very early. From outside the window, the pleasant sounds of birds chirping and cicadas buzzing drifted in.
I eased myself onto the toilet, my cock as hard as an iron rod. After washing up, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
As I crossed the long living room, I saw that my mom’s bedroom door was tightly shut. She probably wasn't awake yet.
I had the ingredients ready in the kitchen: a chopped and marinated old hen, and some fresh prawns left over from last night.
Even though it was still early morning, the temperature was already quite hot, so I abandoned the idea of slow-simmering the chicken soup over a low flame. Instead, I put the hen into the pressure cooker and started a pot of barley and mung bean porridge to help clear the summer heat.
Recalling how enthusiastically my sister had eaten the braised prawns last night, I took the remaining fresh shrimp and made another plate of them.
By the time I had the stewed chicken and prawns tucked away in the insulated containers and the porridge timer set, half an hour had passed.
My mom’s bedroom door remained closed. I walked up to it, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to disturb her.
I took the elevator downstairs. The streets of the residential complex were wide; many young people were out for a jog, and quite a few elderly early-risers were taking their morning walks. In this high-end neighborhood where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, most residents were well-bred and kept quiet while exercising, ensuring they didn't disturb others.
Just as I stepped out of the building entrance, I heard a magnetic, slightly husky voice: "Why so late today?"
I looked toward the young woman waiting nearby. She was about twenty-five or twenty-six, with a heart-shaped face and willow-leaf eyes. She was exceptionally beautiful, with fair, porcelain skin.
Standing about 1.7 meters tall, she wore a thin white tracksuit top and white athletic shorts that reached mid-thigh, revealing a pair of long, shapely, and beautiful legs.
"Did I keep you waiting, Sister Yu?"
I picked up my pace and ran toward the tall, gorgeous woman.
"Not at all. I only came down a few minutes ago myself."
Sister Yu smiled and lifted her wrist, showing off an expensive sports watch.
This twenty-something beauty was named Song Yu. Originally from Chongqing, she had returned from studying abroad six months ago and settled down to work here in Wanghai City.
Since we lived in the same building and both had a habit of morning runs, we had become acquainted after a few chance meetings and eventually agreed to run together every morning. Either she would wait for me, or I would wait for her.
From what I knew, her parents ran a company in Chongqing and were quite wealthy. I didn't know why she chose to stay in Wanghai, and I didn't pry.
I fell into step beside her. "I was stewing an old hen in the pressure cooker, so it took a bit longer than usual."
Song Yu’s breasts weren't massive, but based on her usual attire, they were full, perky, and perfectly shaped. Judging by their size, one would fit perfectly in the palm of a hand.
Song Yu handed me an earbud. "Every morning I hear about the different ways you're cooking. When do I get to taste your handiwork?"
As we ran side-by-side, I glanced sideways at her slender jade neck and smiled. "You're welcome to come over as a guest anytime."
"Then I won't be polite." Song Yu gave me a slight smile, a cute dimple appearing on her cheek. "I've been back for six months and haven't really sampled much good food yet."
"Surely there’s plenty of good food in the UK?"
Song Yu shook her head gently. "The UK is known as a food desert. Besides, I couldn't get used to the meals there, and I don't know how to cook myself. I really don't know how I survived those years."
"If there's a chance, I'll take you out to eat," I said, my gaze surreptitiously drifting to her breasts, which bounced enticingly with every stride.
Song Yu’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as her lips curled upward. "Anytime. But since I'm coming to your place as a guest first, I should be the one to treat you later."
"No problem. It’s a privilege to eat with a great beauty like Sister Yu."
Spending time with a beautiful woman in her twenties was always a pleasure. Moreover, she wasn't just any beauty; her face and figure were on par with young women like my maternal aunt or Teacher Chu Ning. She was easily one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.
More than once, I had fantasized about having a "wild combat" session outdoors with Song Yu during our morning runs.
Just imagine: Song Yu leaning against a tree trunk, her beautiful ass thrust out, her panties hanging around her ankles, her skirt hiked up to her waist, while I gripped her slender waist and fucked her beautiful pussy wildly from behind. With the risk of someone passing by at any second, the mere thought of it was exhilarating.
Song Yu noticed my gaze and asked with a light laugh, "What are you looking at?"
"Sister Yu, you're so beautiful it's hard not to look."
Song Yu gave a mock-scolding pout. "Smooth talker."
However, the corners of her mouth turned up; she clearly enjoyed the compliment. This sort of thing probably depended on the person—if an older man had complimented her like that, she might have found it greasy or repulsive. But since I was a clean-cut, handsome sixteen-year-old boy, I had a certain advantage over most men.
Listening to the song and the unfamiliar melody coming through the earbud, I asked, "Whose song is this? I don't think I've heard it before."
The ponytail tied at the back of her head swung back and forth. "Noah Kahan. He’s not exactly 'indie,' but he’s not mainstream either. It’s normal that you haven't heard of him."
Song Yu panted slightly as she ran, her soft breaths sounding quite seductive. "What do you think of the song?"
"I don't listen to music much, so I don't really know how to judge it. But it sounds very nice."
Song Yu chuckled. "You're quite humble. Sigh, people really are different."
"Why do you say that?"
She shook her head. "I have two cousins back home about your age. They’re incredibly arrogant and rebellious—so annoying. Compared to them, you're worlds apart."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Being praised like that by Sister Yu makes me feel a bit overwhelmed."
We chatted as we ran, and before we knew it, twenty minutes had passed. Our pace gradually slowed.
Song Yu wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Your stamina is amazing. Few people your age are this disciplined."
I turned around and started jogging backward, admiring her lovely face and the rise and fall of her chest. "It’s a habit I've had for years. I feel uncomfortable if I don't get a run in."
"Watch out!"
During our conversation, Song Yu’s expression suddenly changed, and she reached out to grab my collar.
I spun around hastily, but my foot caught on something, and I landed hard on my butt. Song Yu, having lunged for my clothes, ended up falling right into my lap.
I was fine, but Song Yu let out a groan of pain, her expression twisted in distress.
"Sister Yu, are you okay?" I asked urgently.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Sitting in my lap, she reached down to rub her ankle.
I followed her gaze. Her originally slender, white ankle was already swelling up, turning a bright red. My face fell; I regretted showing off by running backward.
"It’s... it’s nothing."
Song Yu’s red lips lost some of their color; she was clearly in significant pain. She tried to reassure me softly, "It shouldn't be a big deal."
She lightly touched the swollen ankle and hissed through her teeth, her face turning a shade paler.
"I'll take you to the hospital." I was worried she might have a fracture.
Song Yu’s round buttocks were resting right on my lap; the elasticity was incredible, and the posture between us was far too intimate.
She shook her head. "No need. Just help me up."
How could I be in the mood to enjoy the intimacy now? I quickly helped her to her feet.
She stood on one leg, one hand resting on my shoulder, her voice trembling as she spoke. "I'm used to twisting my ankle; it’s just a bit worse this time."
"Sister Yu..." I was filled with regret and self-reproach. "I really should take you to the hospital."
"I said it’s fine." Song Yu gave my shoulder a playful, light punch. "Why are you being so formal with me? If it were serious, I’d go to the hospital without you having to tell me."
She raised her hand, brushing a few stray locks of hair away from her face. "Just take me home."
"Well... alright then."
Since she kept refusing, I couldn't insist on the hospital.
I draped one of her arms over my shoulder and put my other hand around her waist, slowly helping her shuffle toward the building.
As Song Yu hopped on one foot, her "jade rabbits" bounced up and down. It was a rare, beautiful sight, but I was in no mood to appreciate it.
Perhaps because she had already used up a lot of energy running, or because of the summer heat, she was out of breath after only a few steps. Beads of clear sweat covered her jade neck and collarbone.
"Sister Yu, can you make it?" The shirt where I was holding her waist was already soaked with sweat.
"Not really." Song Yu panted. She wasn't the type to be coy or artificial; she directly requested, "You'd better carry me up. Consider it compensation for making me fall."
"Huh?"
We had known each other for six months, and while we were quite familiar, we’d had almost no physical contact until this fall. I hadn't expected her to say that.
Seeing me dazed, Song Yu asked, "Is that not okay?"
"It’s okay, of course it’s okay."
I hadn't fully processed it; my brain was a bit foggy, and I didn't even notice she had used the word "carry" (on the back). In my dazed state, I simply reached out, hooked my arms under her knees, and lifted her into a princess carry.
Song Yu hadn't expected me to hold her this way either. Feeling the sudden loss of gravity, she let out a small cry and hurriedly wrapped her arms around my neck.
After walking a few steps, I realized she had probably meant for me to carry her on my back.
I also realized just how suggestive our current position was. Because of the run, her long legs were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. My forearm, hooked under her knees, kept rubbing against the back of her thighs. Our sweat mingled between our skin, making the contact point feel sticky and slippery. Even worse, the web of my other hand was pressed firmly against the edge of one of her snowy breasts, half-cupping the soft globe.
Even through her clothes, I could feel how delicate and soft that sphere was. From the feel of it, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. However, there were no visible "points" on her shirt, so she was likely using nipple pasties.
Once I realized this, an awkward atmosphere began to brew. Having Song Yu in my arms made my throat feel dry.
After a few more steps, I stole a glance down. Song Yu was biting her red lip, her flushed, lovely face covered in sweat.
"Ahem." I cleared my throat, not quite daring to look her in the eye. "Sister Yu, I'm sorry. My head was a bit muddled just now; I didn't realize you wanted me to carry you on my back."
About seven or eight seconds passed before Song Yu spoke softly. "I thought you were holding me like this on purpose."
Her words made the atmosphere even more awkward.
"Should I switch to carrying you on my back then?"
Song Yu tightened her grip around my neck. "Forget it, we're already at the building."
"Okay."
I imperceptibly moved my palm away from the edge of her breast and carried her toward the entrance.
Song Yu suddenly asked, "Am I heavy?"
"Ah? ...No, not at all." I adjusted her in my arms, bouncing her slightly. "How could I feel heavy while holding a great beauty like you?"
Thanks to my long-term training, my stamina was excellent. Song Yu was 1.7 meters tall, and she likely weighed less than my 1.73-meter-tall maternal aunt. I had once held my maternal aunt in mid-air and fucked her hundreds of times in one go, leaving her so weak that she collapsed onto her butt the moment her feet touched the ground, unable to even stand. Simply carrying Song Yu without any "positional requirements" was quite easy for me.
"Seeing so much sweat on your face, I thought I was heavy."
Song Yu took out her key card and swiped it. I carried her into the elevator. We were the only two inside, and it was very quiet. The heat, combined with the sweat on our bodies, created a steaming warmth around us. Our breathing was clearly audible.
The small, private space and the intimate posture made it impossible for my mind not to wander.
As the elevator rose, I couldn't help but look down at the beauty in my arms again. Song Yu’s watery eyes were staring right back at me. When our gazes met, for some reason, I felt a sudden pang of guilt and quickly looked away.
"Lin Yuan, your face is red." Song Yu laughed softly. "Are you shy?"
"No, I'm not."
To my surprise, Song Yu reached out and pinched my cheek. "It’s as red as a monkey’s butt, and you say you're not?"
My interactions with Song Yu today had certainly progressed a lot; some of our actions were becoming excessively intimate. I looked at my reflection in the elevator door—my cheeks were indeed terrifyingly red.
Feeling her body slip slightly, I adjusted my grip again. Song Yu asked, "Are you tired? Do you want to put me down?"
"I'm fine." I joked, "I could carry you for ten more laps around the building without a problem."
Song Yu chuckled. "That reminds me of a joke. A fat man tried to lose weight by riding a horse; the horse lost dozens of pounds, but the fat man stayed fat."
"Are you saying I'm the horse, Sister Yu?"
"I think you're implying that I'm fat!"
I shook my head with a wry smile. "Sister Yu, I can't win an argument with you."
Song Yu huffed triumphantly. "Do you have a girlfriend at school?"
"No. Do you want to introduce me to one?"
I did have a girlfriend, but in front of other women, it was impossible to admit.
"I find that hard to believe." Song Yu looked skeptical. "Someone as handsome as you doesn't have a girlfriend?"
"You have a good eye, Sister Yu. You're the 8,027,437,953rd person to tell me I'm handsome."
"Hahaha..." Song Yu laughed so hard her shoulders shook. "You mean everyone in the world has told you you're handsome?"
"Exactly!"
Song Yu’s eyes twinkled as she said playfully, "I could introduce you to someone, but my friends are all my age. You wouldn't think they're too old?"
"They say a wife three years older is like a gold brick. I’d be holding three gold bricks then."
Song Yu was twenty-five and I was sixteen—exactly nine years apart. I adjusted her in my arms again. "I'm holding a priceless gold brick right now."
Song Yu couldn't stop laughing at my antics. Finally, she rolled her eyes at me. "Glib-tongued."
Looking at her bright, beautiful face, I bolstered my courage and tested the waters. "Why bother introducing your friends? I think you'd be a perfect fit, Sister Yu."
She gave me another light roll of her eyes. "Not a shred of seriousness in you, actually setting your sights on me."
My heart skipped a beat. She hadn't explicitly rejected the idea, which meant there was a chance. It seemed that reaching the "Witch’s Mountain" with this great beauty wasn't an impossibility in the future.
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and I carried her out. Song Yu opened the electronic lock, and I carried her inside.
Her home had the same layout as mine, but the decor was vastly different. There was very little furniture, and with hundreds of square meters of space, it felt a bit sparse and empty. However, it was very neat and clean, with no "cliché" scenes of bras or panties lying around.
I placed her gently on the sofa. "Where’s the medicine?"
"In that cabinet." Song Yu pointed with a slender hand.
I brought the first-aid kit to her side. Looking at her swollen ankle, I hesitated. "Sister Yu, do you mind?"
The corner of her mouth quirked up. "You've been holding me all this time, and now you're asking if I mind?"
"Uh..."
Her sharp wit left me defenseless. I wasn't an indecisive person, so I immediately took hold of her lower leg and carefully removed her sneaker and white sock.
Song Yu’s foot lived up to her name—it was a true "jade foot." Her small foot had a beautiful arch, delicate skin, and dainty, translucent toes with crystalline nails. A fine layer of sweat covered the top of her foot, adding to its allure. The only flaw was the red, swollen ankle.
"I'll go find an ice pack."
I swallowed hard, a surge of sexual desire rising within me.
The parts of a woman that attract men most are the waist, hips, and long legs, because these areas hide a woman's beautiful pussy. They are the most seductive and charming parts, the ones most likely to trigger a sexual impulse. High heels and stockings are key tools for a woman to enhance her charm—weapons that never fail to capture a man. And that enhancement depends on the woman’s inherent "charm"—having a pair of perfect long legs and jade feet.
When a beauty’s long legs and jade feet are paired with high heels and stockings, few men can resist.
Coincidentally, the women around me, including Song Yu, all met these criteria. Perhaps it wasn't just that they met the criteria, but that my own background, looks, ability, and family status met the requirements of these one-in-a-thousand beauties. Without my background, I wouldn't have access to my mom, sister, or aunt; without my looks and ability, I wouldn't have met Chu Ning; and without my family status, I certainly wouldn't be in contact with Song Yu, who lived in this incredibly expensive neighborhood.
All of these factors were indispensable.
"There are no ice packs in the fridge. Use popsicles instead."
I did as she said, taking out two popsicles, wrapping them in a face towel, and placing them against her swollen ankle.
"Sss..." Song Yu took a sharp breath. Her expression relaxed significantly, and her eyes narrowed slightly. "The cold compress feels much better."
Her other leg had a minor scrape. I used a cotton swab with iodine to disinfect it and then applied a bear-patterned band-aid.
"Thank you so much. It’s getting late; you should head back."
"Thank me for what? This was my fault to begin with. No rush, it’s the weekend anyway."
Hearing that, Song Yu didn't press me to leave, and we chatted idly.
I sat on the sofa, looking around at the decor. "Sister Yu, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"
"No. I was planning to order takeout. Do you want to stay and eat?"
"No need for takeout. I'll bring you some of the breakfast I made in a bit."
Song Yu didn't refuse.
After another ten minutes or so, I removed the ice pack. After a moment's hesitation, I gently cradled her small foot, sprayed it with Yunnan Baiyao, and began to massage it lightly to help the medicine absorb. At first, her foot jerked back instinctively, but she didn't resist after that, quietly leaving her jade foot on my thigh and letting me massage it.
As I gently stroked the soft, white jade foot in my hands, my mind began to drift.
To be honest, the moment before I touched her foot, I was testing her, trying to gauge her true attitude toward me. Now, it seemed she had quite a bit of goodwill toward me.
Her jade foot was soft and tender, a delight to hold. The slight dampness from the sweat made it feel even smoother. The excellent tactile sensation made me want to play with it shamelessly.
A woman's foot is a very private part of her body, yet Song Yu was letting me massage and caress hers. As time passed, I could clearly feel the atmosphere becoming increasingly thick with tension. Song Yu must have felt it too; she seemed a bit uneasy, leaning back against the sofa with heavy breathing and a slightly nervous expression.
However, she didn't pull her foot away. Clearly, my testing hadn't hit her limit yet.
As if to break the awkward silence, Song Yu closed her eyes and spoke up. "I didn't realize your massage technique was so good."
I chuckled inwardly. What technique? I was just rubbing randomly.
Taking her lead, I started boasting. "Of course. I'm the 1,888th generation descendant of a Chinese massage master."
Hearing me brag, Song Yu laughed until her shoulders shook, her face blooming like a flower. Her low threshold for humor surprised me.
Seeing her so happy, I grew bolder and shifted my focus, lightly squeezing the sole of her foot to test her boundaries again.
Song Yu’s laughter stopped abruptly. I noticed her nervously gripping the sofa cushion beneath her. My intent was now very obvious; my movements had completely moved beyond the realm of a simple massage.
But she still didn't refuse. There was definitely a chance!
My fingers lightly brushed against the tender skin of her jade foot, lingering there until I gently pinched one of her jade toes in a subtle, teasing gesture.
Song Yu’s chest rose and fell; her expression was becoming hard to contain.
After about half a minute, her lips parted as if she were about to speak.
I beat her to it, releasing her foot. "Sister Yu, you rest for a bit. I'll go bring some breakfast back."
The words she was about to say were swallowed back down. Her face was slightly flushed, and she stammered for a moment before finally saying, "Okay."
"Then I'll head back now and bring the food over in a bit." I handed her one of the used popsicles. "Can't let these go to waste. One for you, one for me."
She looked away, embarrassed. "There are new ones in the fridge. Just throw those two away."
"What's the big deal?" I took a bite of the popsicle. "It’s not dirty."
This move was another bold, blatant hint, practically laying my cards on the table with her. After all, this popsicle had just been in intimate contact with her jade foot.
Song Yu looked elsewhere. "Whatever you want..."