Chapter 21: Song Yu, Like a Clear Spring's Melody
Chapter 21: Song Yu, Like a Clear Spring's Melody
After seeing Chen Xiao off, I grabbed a container of pork rib soup from an old, established shop by the roadside, hailed a ride-hailing car, and rushed home as fast as I could.
I took a hasty cold shower to wash away the scent of lust clinging to my body, changed into my second outfit of the day, and transferred the packed soup into one of my own bowls. Ignoring the water droplets still dripping from the tips of my hair, I hurriedly made my way to Song Yu's apartment.
Before entering, I sent Song Yu a message asking if it was convenient for me to come in. She replied almost instantly with a single character: "Good."
I keyed in the electronic lock password and pushed the door open. The spacious living room was empty.
I walked toward Song Yu's bedroom.
Knock, knock...
I rapped twice on the door. "Sister Yu, may I come in?"
"Come in," her voice called out.
I pushed the door open. Song Yu was lying on her large pink bed, still wearing the same nightdress she had on when I left home earlier, playing some nameless little game on her phone.
"Lin Yuan, come sit," Song Yu said, patting the bed beside her.
"Okay."
I sat down next to her, holding the bowl of pork rib soup.
Song Yu shook her phone at me. "Want to play a round?"
I rubbed my nose. "Forget it. I rarely play games."
Are you kidding? I thought. I'm waiting to deliver food to Mom; where would I find the time to play games with you?
Hearing this, Song Yu turned off her screen. "There are so few boys these days who don't play games."
I chuckled softly but didn't respond.
Song Yu stretched lazily. "From now on, you can come in and out of my place whenever you want. No need to message me ahead of time."
"How can I do that?"
Song Yu tilted her head, looking at me quizzically. "Why not? Otherwise, why would I give you the password to my electronic lock?"
"In that case," I said, "I won't stand on ceremony."
Song Yu reached up and touched my bangs, asking with curiosity, "Why is your hair wet?"
As she raised her arm, the neckline of her nightdress gaped open, suddenly presenting a breathtaking view before my eyes. One of her snow-white breasts, the one on the far side, was revealed completely.
That beautiful breast was like a snow-capped peak, like shattered jade—glowing white and creamy. Though not large in scale, it was remarkably perky. Especially with that crimson nipple tilting slightly upward, it was incredibly moving, stirring a primal urge in my heart to suckle it vigorously.
Damn it, I cursed internally. I just shot two loads, and my cock is already getting the urge to rise again.
Could it be that in a past life I was a male prostitute in a brothel, destined by fate to satisfy women?
I realized that Song Yu really didn't like wearing bras. I guessed that probably right after I left her place this morning, she had taken hers off.
Completely unaware that she was exposing herself, she ran her warm fingers through my hair. "There's a towel in the bathroom; go dry yourself quickly."
I quickly averted my gaze, afraid she'd notice my abnormal reaction. "It's so hot today; it doesn't matter."
"Did you just shower before coming here?"
"Yes," I answered lightly. "While stewing the pork rib soup earlier, I got a lot of spice scent on me. I was afraid you wouldn't be used to the smell, so I showered first. And since I was worried about making you wait, I didn't blow-dry my hair."
Hearing this, Song Yu's beautiful eyes shimmered, a strange color flowing within them. "You don't have to do that. If it delays your affairs, I can just order takeout in the future."
"It's fine; these are minor issues." I presented the bowl of soup. "Hurry and taste it; it was just finished stewing."
Song Yu took the bowl with both hands, took a deep whiff of the rich aroma, and praised, "It smells so good."
"Taste it quickly. I specially stewed these ribs; they should be good for your ankle."
Song Yu parted her moist lips, ready to take a bite, but suddenly stopped and asked me, "Have you eaten?"
I smiled lightly. "Yes, I have."
"That's good." Song Yu patted her full chest. "I was worried I'd end up eating your portion too."
Song Yu gently gnawed on the clean rib, her teeth like white jade cutting lightly, eating with great delight.
After a few bites, she suddenly looked around, as if searching for something.
I immediately extended my palm. "Spit the bones into my hand."
Her mouth full, Song Yu mumbled indistinctly, "It's very dirty..."
"It's fine," I said. "Where would a younger brother find it dirty to clean up after his older sister?"
Hearing this, the corners of Song Yu's eyes curved into a smile. Her red lips parted and closed as she spat bone after bone into my palm.
Her oily, red lips occasionally brushed against my palm, sending slight tremors of excitement through both our hearts.
Song Yu chewed slowly and deliberately; she didn't eat fast.
My heart, however, was burning with anxiety. In a little while, Mom would probably be finishing her lunch.
Fortunately, Song Yu's appetite wasn't large. After eating about half the portion of ribs, she let out a burp. "Burp... I'm full." Suddenly realizing I was still there, a shy blush touched her eyes, and her expression became slightly embarrassed.
"It was delicious." Song Yu rubbed her small belly. "But I haven't moved all morning, and the food I ate for breakfast hasn't digested yet. I can't eat any more."
"It's okay." I tossed the bones in my hand into the trash can and walked toward the bathroom. "Eat as much as you can; why force yourself to finish it all?"
I had just pumped some hand soap when my attention was caught by the laundry basket in the bathroom.
Inside that basket lay another exquisite, small pair of panties.
My expression stalled slightly. Didn't I just wash Song Yu's panties this morning? Why was there another pair here?
Images of Song Yu leaning against the doorframe this morning, subtly clamping her legs together, floated into my mind.
Could it be? I wondered. Is Song Yu also this sensitive?
Time didn't allow me to think too much; washing my hands took only moments, leaving no time to carefully inspect the traces on Song Yu's panties.
Restoring a calm expression, I walked out of Song Yu's master ensuite bathroom. "Sister Yu, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook for you."
Song Yu shook her head repeatedly. "No need; I never eat dinner."
"How can you not eat dinner? It will hurt your stomach."
"If I get hungry, I can just heat up the pork ribs you brought."
I hesitated slightly, then stopped insisting. "Alright, but if you get hungry, you must tell me."
Song Yu laughed coquettishly. "Okay, okay, I know, number one little warm guy in the world."
As she finished speaking, she beckoned me over, signaling for me to help her up from the bed.
My mind stirred slightly. It was such a simple action she could clearly do herself, yet she insisted I help.
It seemed Song Yu had already developed a certain psychological dependence on me.
I slipped slippers onto her small, jade-like feet, then wrapped an arm around her soft waist, supporting her as she slowly stood up from the bed.
Leaning half her body against me, Song Yu reached up with her slender fingers to tidy the messy strands of hair by her ear. "I've been lying in bed all morning; I need to go to the toilet."
"Okay, I'll help you in."
Maintaining the posture of one arm around her shoulder and the other supporting her waist, I guided Song Yu slowly into the bathroom.
Reaching the toilet, I didn't wait for Song Yu to speak before voluntarily stepping out.
Closing the bathroom door, not long after, the sound of "trickling" water came from within. At first, there were only a few sparse drops, like stones falling into a lake, causing slight ripples on the surface.
Then the sound of water gradually became urgent, followed by a gushing noise that lasted for quite a long time.
That was the sound of Song Yu's urine hitting the toilet bowl. Listening to the increasingly urgent sound of her peeing, it seemed Song Yu had been holding it for quite a while...
I listened quietly to the sound of the water, unable to help but imagine the scene of Song Yu urinating:
Standing by the toilet, Song Yu lifts her thin nightdress, revealing her round, jade-like plump buttocks. As she spreads her long legs on either side of the toilet, her two full buttock cheeks also part slightly.
Is Song Yu wearing panties? I wondered. Most likely not. After all, she doesn't like wearing bras; by the same logic, she probably doesn't like wearing panties either.
Song Yu's plump buttocks slowly descend, and a mysterious pink fleshy slit and a tender anal hole bloom accordingly.
I let out a heavy breath. If only she weren't sitting on the toilet, but rather lowering herself onto my waist, how good would that be?
I would definitely use my cock to fill her until she couldn't possibly hold any more.
As Song Yu exerted slight pressure, a crystal-clear arrow of water broke through the obstruction of her two tender fleshy petals, shooting out from the narrow pink urethral opening and splashing into the water pool in the toilet. As time passed, the surging water arrow gradually turned into a murmuring stream, continuous and fine, until finally becoming sparse, crystal-clear urine droplets. One by one, they fell into the toilet, striking up slightly rippling waves.
As I thought about this, the scene of Chen Xiao being licked by me until she became incontinent appeared in my mind again. I have to say, the sight of a woman losing control from pleasure is truly seductive, adding so much charm and stimulation to sexual affairs.