Chapter 104 The Tension of Repressed Desire

Li Xin's fingers gently tilted Yan Ruozhe's chin, just enough to catch the flicker of unease in her eyes. Despite Yan Ruozhe's careful attempt to maintain a calm facade, that subtle tension betrayed her, sending a thrill through Li Xin. The thought of pinning her down, stripping away that composure until she was a trembling, tearful mess beneath her, sent a shiver of delight through Li Xin. She couldn't help the rush of joy at finally having this woman, the one she'd craved with every fiber of her being, here by her side. Even if their connection had always been something she'd forced into being.

"Take me as your mistress," Li Xin had once pleaded. "Between women, it's not cheating just a little indulgence. No consequences, no strings attached. We've already crossed that line once; what's the difference between one time and two? I won't ruin your marriage. All I ask is that when the pressure builds, you sneak away to me for release." That was the argument she'd used years ago to sway Yan Ruozhe into becoming her lover. It hadn't worked immediately Yan Ruozhe wasn't so easily convinced. Only after a twist of fate landed them in bed a second time did she reluctantly agree to let Li Xin stay. Back then, Li Xin had humbled herself completely just to hold onto this woman, so the cold shoulder and neglect that followed shouldn't have surprised her. She'd always known this was a connection she'd had to fight for.

Yan Ruozhe met Li Xin's gaze, watching as the playful glint in her eyes deepened into something more serious. In those intense eyes, Yan Ruozhe saw her own reflection, and as Li Xin's face drew closer, her resistance melted away. The moment their lips brushed, her eyes fluttered shut instinctively.

Sensing no resistance, Li Xin's heart leaped. She parted Yan Ruozhe's lips with ease, her tongue tangling with Yan Ruozhe's stiff and proper, just like its owner. The kiss was fervent, overwhelming, leaving Yan Ruozhe breathless. Li Xin always kissed with a possessive passion, a force Yan Ruozhe had long recognized as both exhilarating and almost unbearable. Then came Li Xin's wandering hands, slipping beneath her clothes, tracing over skin that tingled at every touch. Those fingers knew exactly where to linger every sensitive spot Yan Ruozhe couldn't hide. She had to admit, Li Xin was a master at this, a skill that had undoubtedly played a role in convincing her back then along with that sly argument about women together not counting as betrayal. Yan Ruozhe's body had no defenses against her; under Li Xin's relentless teasing, her legs weakened, and she clung to Li Xin for support, afraid she'd collapse.

With a swift tug, Li Xin undid Yan Ruozhe's tightly wound, old-fashioned bun. Her long hair tumbled free, cascading down her back, softening her usually stern demeanor into something softer, more alluring. Li Xin adored her like this less rigid, more enchanting. Yet Yan Ruozhe stubbornly refused to wear it down outside these intimate moments, always pinning it up with meticulous care, as if she were oblivious to her own charm.

Finally, just as Yan Ruozhe felt she might suffocate, Li Xin pulled back, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. Yan Ruozhe's lips, flushed from the kiss, glistened in the dim light.

Li Xin leaned in again, her tongue flicking lightly over Yan Ruozhe's delicate earlobe. Her hands didn't stop their exploration, deftly unfastening Yan Ruozhe's bra and slipping inside to caress her full breasts. A soft moan escaped Yan Ruozhe's lips, the sensation sharper than she remembered. Li Xin's other hand slid down to the hips hugged by her tight skirt, kneading briefly before tugging the zipper down. Plain white panties peeked out predictable as ever and Li Xin's fingers brushed between Yan Ruozhe's thighs, teasing through the fabric. Yan Ruozhe gasped, her legs instinctively clamping shut.

"Darling Ruobo, undress me," Li Xin purred, halting her movements. It had been too long since she'd touched her, and the urge to take her right then was almost unbearable. Yan Ruozhe's body had always held an irresistible pull for her, a magnetism that hadn't faded in the slightest. But tonight, Li Xin hadn't forgotten her goal: she wanted Yan Ruozhe to serve her.

In the past, Li Xin had always been the eager one, peeling off Yan Ruozhe's clothes with practiced ease whenever they met. Yan Ruozhe, however, had never taken the lead in undressing her, so now she fumbled awkwardly with the task. Back then, Li Xin had been impatient, even ravenous. This sudden pause threw Yan Ruozhe off balance, but then it clicked their roles had reversed. Li Xin was clearly reclaiming the attention she'd once lavished on her.

Yan Ruozhe's clumsy fingers worked at Li Xin's outer layers, struggling with even the simplest buttons. As the clothes fell away, Li Xin's stunning figure came into view, a breathtaking silhouette that hit Yan Ruozhe like a revelation. She'd always known Li Xin had a killer body those tight, revealing outfits she loved made it obvious but seeing her completely naked was something else entirely. As a woman herself, Yan Ruozhe couldn't help the flush creeping up her cheeks. That chest, full and perky, the natural curve between them, the flat stomach Li Xin was a vision, a temptress made for moments like this.

"Keep going…" Li Xin nudged, a smirk playing on her lips. Yan Ruozhe's hesitation amused her was she just out of practice, or was this the first time she'd truly noticed her figure? The thought made Li Xin puff out her chest with pride.

Yan Ruozhe reached for the clasp of Li Xin's bra, her hands inexplicably clumsy. The simple motion eluded her, and her fingertips grazed Li Xin's soft back, sending a shiver through her. Li Xin hadn't expected such a casual touch to spark so much her mind raced with vivid, forbidden images, and she felt a telltale warmth spreading. Was she really that desperate for Yan Ruozhe's touch?

At last, the bra came undone, the black lace slipping away to reveal Li Xin's pale, perfect curves. Yan Ruozhe tried to look away but couldn't the sight was too striking, too intimate. Her nerves flared; this was only the beginning.

"And the pants," Li Xin prompted, relishing Yan Ruozhe's flustered reaction. Good she wasn't indifferent. That was enough.

Yan Ruozhe's hands trembled as she tugged at Li Xin's trousers, a quiet premonition whispering that something was shifting between them. The shaking worsened as she slid off the matching black lace panties, her breath catching at the intimacy of it.

With the panties gone, Li Xin's most private self lay bare before her. They were both women, nothing unfamiliar, yet Yan Ruozhe felt a shy heat bloom inside her especially when she noticed the faint sheen of dampness on the fabric. She knew what it meant, and she hadn't even done anything beyond undressing her.

Li Xin, usually so brazen, caught Yan Ruozhe's gaze and felt her own cheeks warm. Yan Ruozhe looked up just in time to catch that rare blush, a flicker of surprise lighting her eyes. So the shameless Li Xin could blush after all it was like stumbling onto uncharted territory. Suddenly, the night ahead didn't feel so daunting; an odd, inexplicable anticipation took its place.

Meeting Yan Ruozhe's thoughtful stare, Li Xin's flush deepened, as if her secrets had been laid bare. To break the moment, she reached out and stripped Yan Ruozhe's remaining clothes off in a few quick motions. "Hmph," she huffed to herself, noticing Yan Ruozhe's own subtle signs of arousal. "Nothing strange about that." It was a flimsy excuse she'd been the one teasing, while Yan Ruozhe had only undressed her. The truth of who desired whom more was glaringly obvious.

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