Chapter 17: Song Yu’s Trickling Waters
Chapter 17: Song Yu’s Trickling Waters
Song Yu’s living room was empty, her workout clothes and shorts from her run scattered across the messy sofa.
My heart suddenly raced. Was she in the shower?
I looked around, but there was still no sign of her.
That was the downside of these large flats; living alone in such a place felt far too vast and lonely.
"Sister Yu, are you there?"
I called out softly as I familiarized myself with her home.
As I approached the master bedroom door, I heard her voice faintly. "Is that Lin Yuan?"
"It’s me, Sister Yu."
Just as I suspected, she really was in the shower.
Her voice was crisp as it drifted through the crack in the bedroom door. "Lin Yuan, wait for me on the sofa. I’m almost finished."
Your foot is injured; don't you need my help in the shower?
The thought crossed my mind, but I wouldn't dare say it out loud.
I set the food I’d brought out on the dining table one by one and waited for her.
While waiting, I received a WeChat message: "I'm heading out now!"
"Okay," I replied and set the phone down.
"So perfunctory?" followed by a pouting emoji.
The corners of my mouth twitched upward. I typed back: "You’ll find out just how 'perfunctory' I am in a little bit..."
The other side immediately sent a selfie of long, slender, beautiful legs and a shy-looking animated emoji.
"This little girl..."
I felt a slight heat rise within me. She knew perfectly well I was a leg man, yet she deliberately sent photos of her legs to tease me.
Speaking of which, I suddenly realized that all the beauties around me—whether it was my mom, my beautiful aunt Chi Qingqiu, my sister Lin Xi, my teacher Chu Ning, or Song Yu—were all tall and stunning. Not a single one was under 170cm, and without exception, they all possessed a pair of perfect, long legs. It was a total feast for a leg man like me.
Why are men so obsessed with a woman's legs? Because hidden between them is their most beautiful place.
Thump, thump, thump...
While I was lost in thought, Song Yu came hopping toward me on one foot, wearing a one-piece nightdress.
The hem of the dress stopped mid-thigh, revealing a pair of fair, smooth legs. Her moderately sized "jade rabbits" bounced up and down with every hop, a dizzying sight.
The scene made me wonder: was she wearing nipple pasties this time, or was she going completely "vacuum"?
"Sister Yu, slow down."
I hurried forward and naturally draped her arm over my shoulder, while my other hand lightly gripped her smooth waist.
I had already touched her beautiful feet all over; what did a gesture like this matter now?
A flash of awkwardness crossed Song Yu’s face, but she didn't refuse. She let me support her as we walked to the dining table.
I pulled out a chair and helped her sit. "Did you get impatient waiting again? That’s twice today I’ve kept you waiting."
"A little."
Song Yu didn't stand on ceremony. Her tone held a hint of a pout. "You were gone for so long, and I was getting anxious waiting, so I figured I’d just shower first."
"Forgive me, Sister Yu..."
I "begged" for forgiveness as I sat down opposite her. "Consider this meal my apology."
The fact that she wasn't being politely distant meant our relationship had taken another big step forward.
"Then let me taste your handiwork!"
Song Yu smiled and opened the containers, picking up a piece of my braised chicken with her chopsticks.
"I used a pressure cooker, so it should be quite tender," I explained as I reached out to peel a shrimp and placed it on the plate in front of her.
Though I desperately wanted to pin her down right then and there, one must be mindful of boundaries when dealing with women.
I had already been intimate enough with her today; it was better to maintain a proper distance for now. That was why I didn't feed the peeled shrimp directly to her lips.
Song Yu chewed the chicken and then popped the shrimp I’d peeled into her greasy little mouth. She mumbled, "Quite the gentleman, aren't you? Knowing how to peel shrimp for a girl."
"I’ve always been a gentleman. Eat slowly, Sister Yu, no one’s going to snatch it from you."
I laughed helplessly and ladled a bowl of barley and mung bean porridge for her. "Have some porridge to wash it down. It’s so hot out; this is perfect for clearing the heat."
"Delicious, delicious!"
Song Yu ate with great relish, full of praise.
She gave me a thumbs-up before tossing another small piece of chicken into her mouth.
"Slow down."
I unhurriedly peeled the shrimp for her, lining them up on her plate.
"You’ve got skills, Lin Yuan!" Song Yu continued to compliment me. "You could go apply to be a chef at a five-star hotel."
I held the last shrimp to her lips. Song Yu instinctively opened her red lips to take it.
As her lips lightly brushed against the edge of my finger, a tingling sensation surged through my entire body.
Song Yu also realized the impropriety of the moment. Her mouth closed around my finger for a split second before she quickly let go.
"Mmm, not bad, not bad at all!"
She deliberately chewed the shrimp with gusto, but her eyes didn't dare meet mine, glancing shyly elsewhere.
Having achieved my goal, I changed the subject to dispel the awkwardness. "I’m just an amateur. How could I compare to a professional chef?"
Song Yu took a sip of the mung bean porridge. "At the very least, you’d crush the chefs in the UK without any problem."
"Mmm, good, good! Another bowl!"
Song Yu wiped her mouth and handed the porcelain bowl back to me.
I chuckled inwardly. I’d brought enough for two, but Song Yu had polished it all off by herself.
After drinking half of the second bowl, she suddenly let out a short burp.
"Urgh..."
I looked at her.
I had to admit, even a beauty’s burp was a pleasant sight—actually quite cute.
Noticing my surprised gaze, her face flushed. Her tone was shy. "I’m full. I don’t think I’ve ever been this stuffed."
"As long as you’re full. It means my cooking passed the test."
Song Yu rubbed her belly, looking utterly satisfied. "This meal is the best I’ve had since I went abroad to study and even since I came back."
I smiled. "The best meal should be the one your mother makes."
Well, excluding the meals made by Ms. Chi Qinglan.
Hearing this, Song Yu’s expression turned unnatural as she smoothed her bangs. "I haven't been home since I returned to the country."
I was tactful enough not to pry and instead began clearing the trash from the table.
Once finished, I picked up the remaining half-bowl of porridge in front of Song Yu and started drinking it.
"What are you doing?"
Song Yu’s beautiful eyes widened, filled with shock and confusion.
"Eating."
I winked at her and finished the porridge she had left behind.
Song Yu stammered, "But... that... those are my leftovers..."
"I know."
I nodded, looking serious. "But I haven't eaten yet. Don't worry, Sister Yu, I don't find you gross."
"Huh?"
Song Yu looked at the table in shock, only then realizing I had brought a double portion.
Realizing she had eaten my share as well, her face turned bright red, and her stammering worsened.
She waved her hands frantically, trying to explain. "That... I didn't notice... I... I didn't think you hadn't eaten. It’s... it’s mostly because your cooking was too good. Oh, how embarrassing!"
Song Yu let out a soft groan of despair, covering her flushed face with her hands, overwhelmed by shame.
"It’s fine. The fact that you liked it so much just shows I’m a good cook."
It took a long while for the blush on Song Yu’s face to fade. "How about I transfer you some money so you can order some takeout?"
"No need."
I tossed the containers into the trash bag. "I had a big breakfast anyway."
"Okay then..."
Song Yu fidgeted with her fingers, still looking a bit sheepish.
"Sister Yu, how’s your ankle feeling?"
Song Yu gave a bitter smile. "It won't be better anytime soon. Based on my years of experience with sprains, it shouldn't be a major issue, but it’s going to hurt a lot."
I said worriedly, "I suggest going to the hospital to get it checked."
"No, no." Song Yu shook her head and beckoned me over, signaling for me to help her to the sofa.
"It’ll be fine after some rest."
I once again lightly supported her slender waist, half-embracing her as we walked to the sofa.
"Why don't you take some time off from your boss?"
"I already did."
Song Yu picked up an Orah Mandarin and handed it to me. "Try it, it’s very sweet."
I peeled the fruit and handed a glistening, plump segment to her. "I haven't asked yet—what do you do for a living, Sister Yu?"
Song Yu took the segment and popped it into her mouth. "I recently got hired as a fashion designer at a company."
"A fashion designer?" I was a bit surprised. "Isn't being a fashion designer a bit of a waste for a returnee like you?"
"Aren't you narrow-minded?" Song Yu explained with a light laugh. "When it comes to international luxury fashion, China is still a bit behind those Western countries. They have things worth learning."
"Fair enough." I peeled another segment and handed it to her. "I’ll be responsible for bringing you food from now on."
"How could I let you do that?"
Song Yu reached out to take it. Her beautiful eyes flickered, but she didn't refuse my offer. Clearly, my cooking suited her palate perfectly.
I stood up. "You rest, Sister Yu. I’ll help you clean up a bit."
Song Yu quickly grabbed my hand. "No, no, you should rest too."
"I’m the one who got you injured; this is the least I can do." I pulled my hand away from her small one and started tidying up.
Song Yu couldn't win against me and reluctantly agreed.
She watched me. "You’re quite skilled at housework, aren't you?"
"I have no choice. My mom is a busy person, and my sister is a total lazybones. The housework falls to me."
"Giggle..." Song Yu covered her mouth and laughed. "Would your sister be angry if she heard that?"
"Angry?" I laughed helplessly. "She’d probably just create more trash on purpose to mess with me."
Song Yu’s home was quite tidy, so I finished cleaning up quickly.
Seeing the clothes scattered on the sofa next to her, I picked them up. "Sister Yu, where’s your washing machine?"
Song Yu pointed toward the master bedroom door. "It’s on my bedroom balcony. Just toss them in."
"The master bedroom balcony?"
"Uh..." Song Yu explained, "I thought if I installed it there, I could just toss my clothes in as soon as I take them off. It’s convenient."
I carried her discarded workout clothes and shorts toward her bedroom, asking as I walked, "Doesn't the machine bother you when you’re resting?"
"Not really..."
I entered her bedroom. It was also very tidy, featuring a large pink bed. I hadn't expected the twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old Song Yu to be so girly at heart.
A laptop sat on a desk next to the bed, along with several fashion design sketches.
I glanced at them but wasn't very interested. What did interest me were the two petal-shaped nipple pasties, about the size of bottle caps, in the trash can by the corner of the desk.
Hoo...
My breathing suddenly tightened. My guess from this morning was right; she really was using nipple pasties.
The two small pasties lay quietly in the trash, having been heartlessly discarded by their owner.
Recalling the sight of Song Yu’s perfectly sized, perky breasts, my heart felt itchy. I desperately wanted to hold them in my hands and play with them.
I didn't linger, not wanting to stay in her bedroom too long and make her uncomfortable. I walked quickly to the balcony.
To my surprise, an even bigger "gift" was waiting for me: sitting quietly on the lid of the washing machine was a pair of delicate, silver-grey ice silk panties.
Song Yu must have just taken them off; they likely still carried her body heat and scent.
Looking at the panties, I didn't feel much malice or raw lust; instead, I felt a sudden hesitation.
Even though I’d known her for six months and our relationship had progressed significantly today, we clearly hadn't reached the point where I could just handle her underwear.
Just then, a hurried thump-thump-thump came from outside. Song Yu was hopping toward me, supporting herself against the wall.
"Sister Yu, slow down."
I instinctively stepped forward and put my arm around her waist.
After doing it a few times, holding her slender waist had almost become a habit.
Song Yu was panting, a faint pink flush appearing on the fair skin exposed by her nightdress.
She leaned against me, looking very uncomfortable. "I... I’ll do it."
She took the clothes from my hand and picked up the ice silk panties from the machine lid, preparing to toss them in.
Perhaps driven by desire, my head grew hot. Without thinking, I directly grabbed her wrist. "Sister Yu, it’s better to hand-wash intimate items like these. It’s better for a woman’s health."
I don't know what I was thinking as I gently took the panties from her hand. "Your foot is injured. Let me wash them."
Song Yu’s mouth hung open in an 'O' shape. She looked dazed, her brain clearly failing to process the situation.
I suddenly felt a pang of regret, cursing my own abruptness and audacity.
If Song Yu flipped out now, everything I’d done would go down the drain, and she’d be left with nothing but disgust for me.
"No, no."
Song Yu snapped out of it. Her face was beet red as she shook her head in refusal.
Seeing her reaction, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Good, she didn't flip out. Since she wasn't disgusted, my favorability with her was about to skyrocket.
"You really shouldn't use a washing machine for underwear; they harbor bacteria."
I gritted my teeth. Since I’d already gone this far, I might as well go all the way.
I asked directly, "Sister Yu, which basin do you usually use for your underwear?"
Song Yu went back and forth with me for a while, but seeing my persistence, she eventually stopped refusing.
She bit her red lip and silently pointed to a small basin in the master bathroom.
Damn, the master bathroom in this flat was huge! The bathtub was big enough for two or three people to soak in together.
To be honest, the tub in my mom’s room was about the same size, but unfortunately, since my sister and I had our own bathroom with a tub, I never had a reason to soak in my mom’s private one.
I walked into the bathroom, filled the basin with water, and soaked the panties—which were already damp with sweat—before adding some detergent and gently scrubbing. "Sister Yu, your foot is injured, and since I’m the culprit, doing this is only right."
After a long silence, Song Yu finally spoke. "Having a man do this... it’s quite embarrassing."
"What’s the big deal?"
I poured a few extra drops of detergent on the area that covered her mound and crack, scrubbing firmly. "I basically wash all of my sister’s underwear."
Song Yu watched my hands move back and forth. She quietly pressed her legs together. "How old is your sister? You take such good care of her?"
Song Yu’s subtle leg-pressing didn't escape my notice. I felt a surge of joy but kept a straight face. "She’s sixteen. We’re twins."
"Sixteen?" Song Yu looked surprised. She clearly hadn't expected the sister I cared for so well to be the same age as me.
Leaning against the doorframe, she laughed softly. "No wonder you’re so skilled at laundry. It seems you’ve gained plenty of experience from your sister."
"I have no choice."
The weather was stifling. I used my arm to wipe the sweat from my brow. "Aren't sisters meant to be pampered?"
Seeing this, Song Yu hopped forward on one leg. She pulled out a facial tissue and gently wiped the sweat from my face. "I wish I had a brother like you. Unfortunately, my younger brother is just as much of a brat and a failure as my two cousins."
"You can think of me as your brother, Sister Yu."
I said it in a joking tone. "Just treat me like your own brother and order me around."
Song Yu let out a charming laugh, the last of her restraint seemingly gone. "Since you put it that way—and since I don't have many friends or family in Wanghai City—I might just take you seriously."
I feigned hurt. "I’ve been calling you Sister Yu and treating you like my own sister this whole time. You mean you never thought of me as a brother?"
Song Yu lightly tapped my forehead. "Smooth talker."
I rinsed her panties and deliberately asked, "Sister Yu, where’s your bra? Let me wash that too while I’m at it."
Hearing this, Song Yu fidgeted for a long time before saying in a voice thick with shame, "I rarely wear bras..."
"Oh..." I acted oblivious. "If you don't wear bras, what do you wear?"
"You...!"
Song Yu didn't realize I was doing it on purpose. She was both embarrassed and annoyed, reaching out to pinch my ear. "Don't ask girls such private questions, okay?"
I begged for mercy in a low voice. "Are you still a 'girl,' Sister Yu?"
Song Yu raised an eyebrow. "What? Who says a twenty-five-year-old can't be a girl? I’ve been single since the day I was born. Why wouldn't I be a girl?"
"You don't have a boyfriend?"
I held her wet panties, grinning wickedly. "Then would you consider my suggestion from this morning? This 'younger brother' really wants to marry an older woman."
Song Yu laughed and let go of my ear. "In your dreams. I don't like younger guys."
I pouted. "What’s wrong with younger guys?"
"They don't know how to be considerate or take care of people, and they lack 'boyfriend power.'"
"Am I not considerate enough?"
"Hmm..."
Song Yu tapped her finger against the dimple on her cheek. "You’re an exception."
Joking with her, I hung her panties on the drying rack. The bright sunlight filtered through the ice silk fabric and hit my face, making me squint.
When I was holding them earlier, the part that covered her beautiful slit was noticeably wetter than the parts dampened by sweat.
"Let’s go. Let’s go rest in the living room."
Song Yu beckoned me to help her back.
Feeling playful, I suddenly scooped her up in a princess carry, one arm around her waist and the other under her legs.
Song Yu let out a startled cry and quickly wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.
I carried her into the living room and spun around twice, asking pointedly, "Who says younger guys lack boyfriend power?"
Song Yu couldn't stop laughing, her eyes crinkling into crescents. "You’re going to be the death of me! A surprise attack?"
"That’s for saying I lack boyfriend power."
I bounced her in my arms like a child and caught her securely. "Is this enough boyfriend power?"
"Enough, enough!"
Song Yu kept squealing. What started as a princess carry ended with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, clinging to me like a koala.
Her face was flushed, her expression a mix of joy and excitement. She tapped my forehead hard. "Put me down, quickly!"
Though her tone was reproachful, anyone could tell she was having the time of her life.
I tightened my grip on her waist, trying to soothe the cock in my pants so it wouldn't offend her, as I carried her to the sofa.
Song Yu’s body slid down slightly without warning. In a panic, I reached down to support her two full, soft butt cheeks.
Her ass felt incredible. Even through the thin nightdress, I could feel the softness and smoothness of her flesh.
Song Yu’s body trembled slightly. She gave me a sharp look, but knowing it wasn't intentional, she didn't say anything.
I gave an apologetic smile and gently placed her on the sofa.
After the excitement came a rare moment of peace. We sat on the sofa together, silent for a long time.
After a while, I couldn't help but steal a glance at her lovely face.
The blush hadn't left her cheeks. Our eyes met. "What are you looking at, you little pervert?"
I gave a helpless, bitter smile. Great. In a single day, both my sister and Song Yu had labeled me a pervert.
"Didn't I say? You’re so beautiful, Sister Yu, I can't help but look."
Song Yu acted disgusted. "So greasy, so greasy."
Just then, my phone chimed. I checked it, and Song Yu, sensing I needed to leave, said understandingly, "If you have things to do, go ahead. I’ll be fine here."
As expected of an older woman—so much more considerate and sensible than my sister.
"Okay." I said, still worried. "Call me if you need anything. I’ll come back as soon as I’m done."
"I know, I know. Go on, get going." Song Yu waved me off.
I took the trash with me, said goodbye, and stepped out the door.
Phew...
Once the door clicked shut, Song Yu let out a long breath on the sofa. She lightly patted her cheeks. "That little pervert with his bad intentions... he’s finally gone."
She whispered to herself, "It’s been so many years... I can't believe I let a young boy make me feel this ashamed."
She sighed again. "What’s the point of him washing one pair? I still have to wash the ones I’m wearing..."
As she spoke, Song Yu felt a wave of heat and arousal wash over her.
She slid her rounded bottom to the edge of the sofa, lifted her plump hips slightly, and pulled off the panties from under her nightdress.
Between the center of the panties and the deep, hidden slit between her legs, a long, incredibly sticky, and messy string of arousal fluid stretched out.
Looking at the lewd mark on her underwear, Song Yu felt a massive surge of shame.
"Song Yu, how can you be so pathetic? Just seeing a boy wash a pair of your panties was enough to make you leak like this..."