Intimate with Lingxi (R-18)

Lingxi stood frozen for a second longer than necessary, her face a deep shade of red, her breath coming quicker than usual. 

She tried her best to look composed, but the slight shake in her hands and the way her eyes refused to meet Su Mu's told a different story.

Even though she spoke calmly, the way her voice carried an edge of nervous energy when she spoke was different. "Miss, I'll clean up here. Please… go wash up."

Su Mu nodded quickly, unable to hold Lingxi's gaze.

 "P-Please…" she mumbled, retreating back into the bathroom like she was escaping a battlefield. 

Her face burned with embarrassment, and her thoughts were a jumbled mess.

Once inside, she closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. The silence was almost loud.

"That… That was too much…" she thought, groaning into her hands. "What must she think of me now?"

"But to be honest, if I were still a man and was in that situation before, I couldn't help but get an erection." 

She splashed cold water on her face, trying to cool the heat from her cheeks, but it did little to calm the thoughts racing through her mind. 

"Lingxi's seen me like that… My childhood friend. She must be so confused. I would be, too, if the roles were reversed."

A strange mix of guilt and something else stirred inside her. 

 "However, now, strangely, my nipples are getting hard." Her chest still felt tingly, and she noticed her nipples had hardened again. 

The mere thought of being seen in such an intimate moment was enough to make her body react.

"Seriously… even thinking about it is making me feel weird again. This body is way too sensitive."

She held her hands over her chest, as if trying to calm her own heartbeat. "I can't go back out there like this. Lingxi must be mortified… I might've given her some kind of trauma."

And yet, despite the shame curling in her stomach, there was a strange sense of curiosity, too. Lingxi had looked shocked—but also flustered. "Was that… maybe not just embarrassment, does she like doing it?"

Su Mu shook her head. "No, no. Don't go there. She was just surprised. That's all."

Still, the memory wouldn't leave her. The way Lingxi had stood there, flushed and wide-eyed, caught in a moment neither of them was prepared for. 

Su Mu sighed heavily, brushing a hand through her long silver-white hair.

"I need to apologize. But how do I even bring that up?"

Another sigh. "I messed up, didn't I?"

But deep down, beneath the awkwardness and the panic, a small part of her wondered what it meant—that a moment of vulnerability could stir not only her own emotions… but maybe Lingxi's too.

"This pleasure isn't going away, I have to relieve myself again." Inside the bathroom, she made her decision and poured hot water from the bathtub over herself. 

The warmth enveloped her as she rubbed gently, still thinking, "Lingiii… Lingxiiiii!"

Suddenly, the door swung open once more, and to Su Mu's surprise, Lingxi stood there, her face as red as a boiled octopus.

Su Mu couldn't help but think that these interruptions were oddly well-timed, but she knew she had to say something.

The words tumbled out of her mouth impulsively, "O... Oh? Lingxi? Would you like to wash my back?"

As Lingxi nodded, she also undressed and approached Su Mu.

"Oops! I hope this doesn't turn her off! However, turning back now is impossible." Su Mu contemplated the situation.

Appearing in her dressing room before without being discovered, Su Mu can handle it slowly. However, now, Lingxi wants to wash her back; she can't.

It might not be unusual before, but now, in the body of Su Mu, there lies the soul of a man, Su Yang.

How can he resist, even as a woman, her body involuntarily began to become hot and sensitive.

"I'll wash your back." After pouring hot water over Su Mu's back, Lingxi used a frothy sponge.

The warm water cascaded down Su Mu's back as Lingxi gently rubbed her skin with the sponge. 

The motion was slow, almost careful, as if she were afraid to hurt her, yet firm enough to ease away the tension.

"Does it feel good?" Lingxi asked again, her voice soft, barely above a whisper.

"Ee, eeeee…" Su Mu let out a soft sound as her back was washed, feeling the soap being rinsed away.

Su Mu nodded, "Yeah… it feels nice," she murmured, biting her lip slightly. The gentle touch, the closeness of their bodies, made it hard to control herself.

"It's fine alrea....dy!" Su Mu exclaimed, eager to conclude the bath.

She peeked over her shoulder, her gaze catching Lingxi's for a brief moment. Lingxi's face was still flushed, her hands hesitating just above Su Mu's waist now. 

The awkwardness lingered between them, but it was no longer uncomfortable. It felt electric.

"Lingxi," Su Mu spoke softly, testing the name on her lips like it meant something more than just a servant or a childhood friend. "Why… didn't you leave the room earlier, even after seeing me like that?"

Lingxi's hands froze. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, Lingxi quietly answered,

"Because… I was worried about you. And…" She trailed off, unable to meet Su Mu's gaze. Her hands resumed their motion, a little slower this time. "I couldn't look away."

Su Mu's heart skipped. Her breath caught in her throat.

"You couldn't look away?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Lingxi gave a small nod.

"I think…" Su Mu began, turning slightly, just enough so she could see Lingxi's expression clearly. "I think I see you differently now. Not just as my attendant or my childhood friend."

Lingxi's eyes widened a little, her cheeks growing redder, but she didn't step back. "Su Mu…" she whispered.

"I know this is weird. Everything's been weird lately," Su Mu said, her voice shaking only a little. "But when you're near me, I feel… something else I can't explain."

Lingxi looked down at the water, then slowly brought her hand up to Su Mu's long hair, gently cleaning it. 

"Miss, you've changed," she said softly, "but… somehow, I feel like I've always wanted to see this side of you."

"Huh?" Su Mu was slightly startled, she didn't understand or expect Lingxi to say such words. 

Just as she tried to step out, Lingxi hugged Su Mu from behind, her left hand moving towards Su Mu's breasts.

Su Mu held her breath, feeling Lingxi's touch extending, and quietly, Lingxi grasped her bud with her other hand.

"T-t-t…this is also dirty!" Lingxi stammered, saying, while her hands moved up and down around her hole.

Lingxi held her tightly from behind, enveloping Su Mu in a warm embrace, with her bare boobs touching the back of Su Mu.

Su Mu could feel Lingxi's hot breath gently grazing her neck, each exhale warm and tantalizing. 

Her touch sent soft shivers racing down Su Mu's spine, the sensation both startling and addictive. 

Su Mu's heart began to pound in her chest, each beat louder than the last.

Behind her, Lingxi shifted slightly, and that's when Su Mu felt it—the unmistakable touch of Lingxi's chest pressing softly against her back. 

The warmth, the softness… it was overwhelming in the most delicate way. Each subtle contact between their skin made Su Mu's breath hitch, her body reacting to the intimacy without her permission.

"Lingxi…" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Lingxi didn't answer right away. Instead, her fingers moved gently along Su Mu's soft breasts, the sponge long forgotten. 

It was no longer about bathing—it was about presence, closeness, and something they had never spoken aloud before. "I never thought I'd see you like this…" Lingxi murmured, her lips almost brushing Su Mu's ear.

Su Mu leaned into her touch, her mind spinning, body humming with both vulnerability and excitement. 

"Like what?" she asked, even though she wasn't sure, she wanted the answer. Or maybe she just needed to hear it.

"Soft. Honest. Unafraid of what you want," Lingxi replied, her right hand fingers now resting just above Su Mu's pink flower, gently moving from skin to deep. "It's beautiful, Mu'er."

That word—Mu'er—spoken so gently, so reverently, sent another wave of warmth through Su Mu's chest.

Lost in the moment, Su Mu couldn't help but acknowledge the complex feelings that this encounter stirred within her.

The hot air against her neck, the softness of Lingxi's touch, and then she heard another soft voice in her ear.

Lingxi's voice trembled with emotion, her breath still warm against Su Mu's ear. "While growing up, like a childhood friend with Miss… you were like a younger sister to me. Cuter than anyone else. Always bright, always a little stubborn… but always shining."

Su Mu remained still, her heart fluttering at the words—so familiar, yet now filled with a different kind of weight.

"But, speaking honestly," Lingxi continued, her voice softening, "it was not only that. I was also falling in love with you, Miss… No, with you, Su Mu."

The air between them grew even heavier, but not with discomfort. "I knew that love would never bear fruit," Lingxi said. 

"You were… well, you were you. I was satisfied just being near you, seeing you from a distance… keeping that feeling quietly inside."

"It's usually me who's considered abnormal, but today, something unexpected happened." 

"I noticed that Miss seemed different since the morning, and today, after my breakfast, I heard a seductive voice coming from the room you were in." 

"Nnnnng! … Ahaaaa!" Hearing to sudden voice, Lingxi at time hurried to the door and peered through the keyhole. 

She continued speaking, "Well, what can I say? Who would have believed it? The dignified Miss was pleasuring herself, displaying an uninhibited expression while drooling."