Chapter 54: Taking a Step Further with Song Yu
Chapter 54: Taking a Step Further with Song Yu
After leaving Jinyue Building, I took a car straight back home.
Opening the front door, I looked at the empty living room. With my little sister back at school, a sense of emptiness lingered in my heart as well.
I checked the time; it would likely be a while before Mom returned from the Group headquarters.
Mom’s palate actually leaned toward the lighter side. Because my sister had been home the past few days, I had been catering more to her tastes when I cooked.
After taking a shower, I went to the supermarket downstairs. I picked up some greens at random, and seeing the groupers splashing energetically in the water tank, I bought two of them.
Mom quite liked fish, and since Song Yu had a sprained ankle, the fish would provide her with some much-needed nutrition.
Groupers were a common variety and weren't expensive. After having the boss clean the fish, I headed back home with the vegetables and the groupers in hand.
I prepared a dish of stir-fried bean sprouts and some cauliflower, then placed the grouper into the steamer. By the time the millet pumpkin porridge was finished simmering, the steamed fish was ready to come out of the pot, cooked to perfection.
Estimating that Mom would be back soon, I took the smaller grouper and a bowl of millet pumpkin porridge over to Song Yu’s place.
Song Yu was fast asleep in bed. There was no scene of "disheveled clothing," though whether she was properly dressed under that silk duvet remained a mystery.
Sitting by her bedside, I took a moment to admire her exquisite sleeping face. She was sleeping quite deeply; I stayed in her bedroom for nearly ten minutes, and she didn't show any sign of waking.
I gently shook her shoulder. "Sister Yu, wake up."
Song Yu rubbed her bleary eyes, her pretty face still clouded with drowsiness. "Xiao Yuan? What time is it?"
"Almost six in the evening."
Song Yu patted her small mouth as she yawned, then stretched her limbs. She smiled at me. "You’re certainly punctual. You show up right at mealtime every single time."
I gave a soft laugh. "I wouldn't dare be negligent when it comes to taking care of you, Sister Yu."
Song Yu’s eyes swept over the steamed grouper garnished with shredded ginger and scallions, a hint of surprise flickering in her gaze. "You made this?"
"I did. Give it a taste."
Song Yu leaned against the headboard. She was wearing only a bra on her upper body; her arms and fragrant shoulders were bare, revealing a vast expanse of snow-white skin.
I admired the view privately. Perhaps because I had already vented enough on my sister and Chen Xiao today, there was no desire or malice in my heart. I simply felt that the beautiful scenery before me was a rare treat.
Seeing how Song Yu didn't seem to care at all about her state of undress, I was both confused by her behavior and slightly thrilled. "Sister Yu, aren't you... going to put some clothes on?"
Song Yu lightly brushed her long hair back, gathering the dark tresses behind her head. She took the chopsticks I handed her, her expression indifferent. "I'm too lazy to put anything on. It's not like I'm exposed, anyway. Besides, you're not an outsider."
Not an outsider...
Hearing those words, my throat tightened slightly. Song Yu was gradually lowering her guard against me. It seemed my journey to conquer her had taken another major step forward.
Song Yu took a sip of the porridge and smiled at me again. "And besides, it's not like this little lecher hasn't seen me completely bare up top before."
I felt a bit embarrassed as the scene of Song Yu completely topless flashed through my mind—that upper body as white as jade, those twin peaks standing tall and proud like snowy mountains, and those two points of crimson...
Song Yu put a piece of fish in her mouth and savored it, nodding in approval. "Delicious, not bad at all! It seems you're a master of all sorts of culinary skills."
"I wouldn't call it mastery. I'm just following recipes."
As we chatted, my hand reached out over the duvet and found Song Yu’s beautiful feet, gently kneading them.
Song Yu shot me a brief glance but said nothing, which I took as silent permission.
After all, after several encounters where I had played with her beautiful feet, it had become second nature!
After about five or six minutes of this, my movements grew bolder. I even pulled her small feet out from under the covers and cradled them in my arms, stroking and kneading them back and forth.
Just as I was savoring the delicate smoothness of her skin, Song Yu suddenly put down her bowl and chopsticks. She looked at me with a half-smile and asked, "Lin Yuan, do you have a foot fetish?"
"A foot fetish? Uh..."
While a beautiful woman’s jade-like feet were indeed lovely—especially when they looked particularly sexy in high heels—to be honest, I was a die-hard leg person.
Long legs had the greatest impact on me, which was why I especially liked tall women.
I squeezed Song Yu’s scallion-like toes one by one. "Sister Yu, why do you ask?"
There wasn't a trace of bashfulness on Song Yu’s face. "I can see you really like my feet."
"Ahem..."
I hadn't expected her to be so blunt. I immediately coughed twice in embarrassment. "Sister Yu, the truth isn't that I like your feet. It's just that I have to do this to massage your ankle."
"Is that so?"
Song Yu nodded as if she suddenly understood. She made a move to pull her legs back. "Then I won't trouble you. I can massage them myself."
"Wait, don't."
I quickly pulled her bare, beautiful feet back into my arms. "How could I let you go through the trouble yourself?"
Seeing her "I've seen right through you" expression, I laughed helplessly. "Sister Yu, to tell you the truth, I'm actually a leg person."
"A leg person?"
"Yes." I nodded, my fingers sliding gently from her ankle up her slender calf to her knee, then back down to the hollow of her leg.
Song Yu looked like she had known all along. "A leg fetish is a pretty normal preference."
"That's why I especially like tall girls. Especially someone like you, Sister Yu—tall with long legs, over 170 centimeters."
Song Yu’s beautiful eyes flickered toward my hands as they lightly caressed her calves. She covered her mouth and giggled. "Are you trying to imply something?"
"Ahem." I composed myself. "Sister Yu, can you consider what we talked about yesterday? After all, I'm quite keen on the idea of 'holding three gold bricks.'"
Song Yu rolled her eyes at me playfully. "What are you thinking, kid? I remember you're only sixteen, right? I'm nine years older than you."
I thought to myself: What's nine years? Chu Ning and my maternal aunt are fourteen years older than me!
"If you weren't nine years older, I wouldn't be able to 'hold three gold bricks,' would I?"
I grinned. "Besides, is age even a distance anymore? And you're so beautiful, Sister Yu. Even if you were twenty years older, I'd still be willing."
I was practically laying all my cards on the table now, my intentions completely exposed to the light of day.
Song Yu’s expression stiffened slightly upon hearing this. She didn't seem to have any major emotional reaction, but after three or four seconds, she used her feet to push against my chest, kicking me over onto the bed.
There was a hint of "disdain" in her voice. "You're just a kid. What do you know?"
I secretly observed her reaction and expression. I guessed that her attitude toward me was likely blurred and contradictory.
In her eyes, the age gap between us was indeed an issue.
I lay on Song Yu’s bed with my limbs spread wide, letting out a heavy sigh and putting on a sorrowful expression. "I wish to send my feelings to the bright moon, but alas, the moon remains shrouded in mist."
Song Yu couldn't help but laugh. "Oh? Look at the great poet, reciting verses now?"
I sat up from her bed. "Sister Yu, I'm heading back now. I'll come see you tomorrow."
"Go on, go on."
Song Yu waved me off, her slender brows furrowing slightly. "Every time you come over, this little lecher has to take some liberties."
I said solemnly, "Sister Yu, I only do it out of concern for your injury."
Song Yu retreated back under the duvet. "I can't be bothered with you."
I gave her sole a gentle squeeze through the blanket. Under the deterrent of her beautiful eyes, I gave a cheeky grin and left her home.
Behind me, I heard her muttering, "What a little lecher."
I hummed a little tune as I walked, feeling quite proud of myself. After all, the atmosphere between Song Yu and me was becoming increasingly ambiguous. The boundaries between us were lowering, and the level of intimacy was constantly being pushed. It was undoubtedly something worth being happy about.
However, when I reached my front door while humming that tune and saw the stunningly beautiful woman standing there, my expression froze instantly.