Chapter 22: Conquering Song Yu +1
Chapter 22: Conquering Song Yu +1
The toilet flushed. About half a minute passed, but there was still no movement from inside.
At this very moment, was Song Yu arching her shapely, rounded buttocks, one slender hand bracing against the toilet lid while the other reached between her legs to gently wipe those tender, pink labia dampened by urine?
Would the thin tissue be soaked through by her warmth, staining her fingertips?
The more I thought about it, the heavier my breathing became, and my cock grew harder by the second. I shook my head repeatedly, trying to dispel the wicked thoughts clouding my mind.
Another half-minute passed before Song Yu finally emerged from the bathroom.
Her slender hands were wet, crystal droplets of water still clinging to her skin.
I helped her over to the bed and sat her down. Rubbing my nose, I asked, "Sister Yu, do you mind if I use your bathroom?"
Song Yu looked at me with a faint, mock-reproachful pout. "Why are you asking me about something so trivial? Just use it."
"The bathroom is a private space, after all. I had to ask for your permission first."
Song Yu’s expression shifted to one of slight displeasure. "If you’re going to keep being this polite, then don't bother bringing me food anymore."
I chuckled. "Since you put it that way, Sister Yu, I’ll treat this place like my own home from now on."
Hearing this, Song Yu replied with a playful lilt in her voice, "Why do you think I gave you the passcode to my door? It was so you’d treat this place like home. I don't have any family or friends here in Wanghai City; I have to rely on you for everything~"
"No problem..."
Seeing her joking mood, I patted my chest in a guarantee. "Whatever Sister Yu needs, I will satisfy it."
Song Yu didn't respond, only giving me a soft, lingering look with her beautiful eyes.
I closed the bathroom door behind me. The moment I stepped inside, the excitement I had been suppressing surged up, uncontrollable.
I walked quickly to the laundry basket and pulled out the pair of panties that had been waiting for me.
These panties were also made of ice silk, but the color and style were completely different from the ones I had hand-washed for her earlier today.
I used one hand to stretch out the thin fabric, inspecting it closely, while the other aimed my glans at the toilet bowl to start relieving myself.
Sure enough, right in the crotch of Song Yu’s panties, there was a dried love stain, quite conspicuous and enticing.
I murmured to myself, "So sensitive..."
When we finally get into bed, she’ll probably turn into a little nympho who can't get enough.
I took a light sniff of her panties. While they didn't possess that intoxicating aphrodisiac scent my mom had, they carried a faint, musky fragrance—the scent of hormones, a man's best aphrodisiac.
I intentionally tensed my waist and glutes, making the stream of urine more forceful, letting it splash loudly into the toilet.
Given the sound I had heard when Song Yu was relieving herself earlier, she should be able to hear me perfectly clearly right now.
I wasn't even sure why I was doing it. Was it to make her feel shy? Or was I trying to show off my masculine vigor through something as simple as peeing?
As the stream tapered off, my previously soft cock had become fully erect. My dick was incredibly hard, thick, and long, with the massive glans pointing proudly upward.
I gave my cock a shake to flick off the remaining droplets. After a moment's hesitation, I wrapped Song Yu’s panties tightly around my large, burning-hot glans.
The ice silk material slid over the sensitive head, and the tingling, numbing sensation forced a soft hiss from my lips.
The moment I wrapped them, the part of the panties touching my glans was dampened by the residual moisture from my tip.
However, I wasn't worried. In this sweltering weather, it wouldn't take long for her panties to air dry.
After flushing the toilet, I faced a new dilemma.
I glanced down at the stiff rod in my pants. I couldn't exactly walk out there with a massive hard-on, could I?
To keep Song Yu from overthinking things, I opened the door just enough to show half my body, standing at the sink to wash my hands while waiting for my cock to calm down.
I washed them for a long time, but the rod between my legs remained high and mighty.
Song Yu’s puzzled voice drifted in from outside. "Lin Yuan, what are you doing? Why are you taking so long to wash up?"
"Uh..." I replied awkwardly. "Just making sure my hands are extra clean."
After another moment, hearing the continuous sound of running water, Song Yu seemed to realize something. She suddenly called out urgently, "Lin Yuan, you don't need to wash my other pair of panties!"
At the same time, I heard a series of hurried "thump-thump" sounds outside the door. My expression tightened. I couldn't let her see the state of my crotch. I shouted back, "Sister Yu, don't come over! I'm not washing them!"
But my words were useless. Song Yu came hopping in on one leg, her pace so quick she didn't look at all like the person who had needed my help to get to the toilet earlier.
I panicked and pressed myself against the sink, trying to hide the prominent tent in my pants.
"What are you hiding for?"
Song Yu didn't understand what was going on. Thinking I was holding her panties, she grabbed me and pulled me around.
When she saw the massive tent propping up my trousers, her expression shifted instantly. Her already slightly flushed cheeks turned as red as a beet.
"You... you, you...!"
Song Yu couldn't get a word out for a long time. Finally, she let out a soft "Hmph" of embarrassment. "What are you doing in here?"
I looked at her with a rueful expression, still trying to shield my rock-hard cock. "Sister Yu, has no one ever told you that many guys... well, they get an erection when they pee?"
Embarrassed, Song Yu turned her lovely face away, her eyes landing on the panties she had taken off this morning still sitting in the laundry basket.
She realized immediately that she had misunderstood me, and she began to stammer. "I... I've never had a boyfriend, how was I supposed to know?"
I acted shy. "Sister Yu, could you please step out first?"
Seeing me like this, Song Yu suddenly let out a "pfft" and laughed. Her awkwardness vanished, and she reached out to playfully punch my shoulder. "You're a big man, what's there to be shy about?"
With that, she covered her red lips, let out a string of bell-like laughter, and leaned against the wall as she backed out of the bathroom.
Watching her leave, the smile in my heart grew wider.
Choosing to have Chen Xiao deliver the pork ribs soup for Song Yu today was definitely the right move. I had just taken another giant step toward conquering her.
I slowly massaged my cock a few times and checked my watch. It was nearly 1:30 PM.
I gave a bitter mental smile. My mom had almost certainly finished lunch by now. Oh well, since I was already late, there was no point in rushing.
Still, I had upset Mom today, so I’d have to be extra attentive later. Only by doing that could the bond between mother and son grow deeper...
Once things had calmed down below, I finally walked out of the bathroom.
Song Yu was lying on the bed playing games again. Her two smooth, bare, beautiful legs were stretched out from under her nightdress, crossed over each other, with her injured foot swaying slightly in the air.
Without looking up, she said in a casual tone, "Finished your business?"
I gave a wry smile. "Sister Yu, the way you say that sounds a bit suggestive, don't you think?"
The tips of her ears turned red, but she didn't say anything else. I sat down beside her, leaning halfway against the headboard.
I was testing her reaction by getting this close to her in such an intimate space.
Song Yu’s expression didn't change; she kept fiddling with her phone.
Feeling a surge of excitement, I glanced at her screen and burst out laughing. "Sister Yu, your character is already dead. What are you still tapping for?"
"Ah?! ...Really?"
Song Yu gripped her phone in a panic, her face losing the calm she had been faking.
I chuckled inwardly. Her acting was truly terrible.
Her beautiful feet traced tempting arcs in the air. My heart stirred, and I boldly reached out again to catch her injured foot. "Let me see how your ankle is doing."
Song Yu’s body visibly stiffened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she said with a hint of resistance, "It's only been half a day. How much better could it be?"
I pressed my palm against the sole of her foot, using my other hand to slowly massage the area around her injured ankle. "A little massage always helps."
Song Yu stared at my profile with her bright eyes, silently allowing me to continue the gentle massage.
After rubbing it for a while, my fingers began to stray, grazing over her sole and the top of her foot.
Seeing that she still didn't have much of a reaction, I tentatively began to stroke her cute, pale toes. She still didn't refuse.
Seeing this, my movements became bolder. It was called a massage, but in reality, I was playing with her beautiful feet.
Once I had satisfied my craving, I finally let go of her delicate, white jade foot.
Lying on the bed, Song Yu was biting her lip, her flushed face as beautiful as a blooming flower.
She suddenly spoke up. "You little pervert. Have you felt enough?"
"Uh..."
I hadn't expected Song Yu to be the one to break the tension and address the ambiguity directly. After a moment of being stunned, I said with mock righteousness, "Sister Yu, you've got me all wrong. My conscience is clear."
Song Yu snapped, "Like hell I'll believe you. You've been up to no good since this morning."
"Hehe..."
Since she had poked a hole through the paper window, I stopped hiding. I gave a mischievous grin. "I can't help it if Sister Yu is too beautiful. I just lost control of myself."
I immediately held up two fingers as if taking an oath. "But don't worry, Sister Yu. Everything I did was out of concern for you!"
Song Yu rolled her eyes at me. "I've known you for six months, and I'm only just realizing how silver-tongued you are. I guess I'm finally seeing your true colors today."
I boldly took her foot back into my hand, gently playing with it. "Sister Yu, that's not fair. I'm doing this so your injury heals faster."
Song Yu gave me a light kick, the movement carrying a flirtatious vibe. "Still trying to take advantage of me??"
"I'm not taking advantage. I'm giving you a massage to help you recover."
Song Yu gave a mischievous smile. "Then why are you holding my uninjured foot?"
"Uh... am I?"
I feigned ignorance, my fingers lightly caressing the smooth surface of her foot.
How could I not know I was holding her healthy foot?
Song Yu tucked her feet back under the silk duvet. "Alright, you little brat. You've taken enough advantage of me for one day. Go on home."
"Well... alright then."
I reluctantly got up from her bed. "Sister Yu, call me if you need anything."
"Call you so you can come over and tease me some more?"
"That's a very shallow way of looking at it. Am I really that kind of person?"
We continued joking around as I bagged up her trash and headed downstairs.
As I reached the bottom of the building, I couldn't help but start imagining what kind of positions I’d have Song Yu try in bed.
Actually, an outdoor session with her might be even more thrilling.
After all, usually, I’m either fucking gorgeous thirty-year-old MILFs like my maternal aunt and Chu Ning, or a raw, sixteen-year-old minor like Chen Xiao.
I’ve never truly experienced a woman like Song Yu—someone whose youthful innocence hasn't fully faded but who already possesses a mature charm. When the time comes, I’ll have to savor the flavor of a woman her age very carefully.