Do Not Approach

A 180-degree shift in dominance and submission.

Mu Xiaoxiao was clearly well-prepared, perfectly blending tenderness and assertiveness.

She pressed down on the young miss, preventing her from turning around, making Qin Yi experience the unease of losing control. Her slender hands were pinned behind her, unable to struggle.

The soft kisses were even more tormenting than not being able to see her, leaving a trail of heat across Qin Yi's smooth back, like blooming plum blossoms. She wriggled, trying to turn several times, but Xiaoxiao, watching her, warned, "Do you know? The more you resist, the more excited I get."

This was the darkest thought one could harbor toward a lover. And as a psychology student, Teacher Mu said it aloud. Qin Yi bit her lip, enduring in silence.

She called it punishment, said she wouldn't let her feel good... but it was clearly a reward-one that felt incredibly good.

However, this time, Mu Xiaoxiao abandoned all gentleness, pushing forward with a rough intensity that drew soft whimpers.

Xiaoxiao had once said she loved seeing the young miss drunk. A tipsy Qin Yi wasn't as distant and aloof as usual. She would act spoiled, smile at her, and reach out for a soft hug.

Though Xiaoxiao had never admitted it, deep down, she believed that was the truest version of Qin Yi, without any pretense or restraint.

Now, without needing alcohol, Xiaoxiao could tear away that mask herself and see the most unguarded version of Qin Yi.

Beads of sweat gathered on Xiaoxiao's forehead, her eyes glistening as if dampened too. Behind her were Qin Yi's pinned hands, in front of her were the photos of Qin Yi and Mag in close proximity.

This time, it was truly a punishment.

It didn't hurt the way it did the first time. Instead, the strange sensations only made the young miss even more flustered. She wanted to hug Xiaoxiao, but Xiaoxiao firmly denied her.

"Is she prettier than me?" At such a crucial moment, Xiaoxiao calmly asked this maddening question.

Qin Yi tried to turn over. "You-"

Before she could finish, Xiaoxiao pressed closer and advanced once again.

Don't want to answer? No problem.

The night was long, and Xiaoxiao had all the time in the world to make her submit.

This blend of tenderness and recklessness was a first in Qin Yi's life. She wanted to escape, but all resistance turned into shameful compliance. Sweat trickled down her cheeks, and by the end, the young miss curled up like a bullied kitten, whimpering softly. Tears slid down her face, blending with her sweat.

It still wasn't enough.

Xiaoxiao turned her over, kissed away her tears, and casually grabbed a discarded shirt to tie her hands.

Another descent into madness.

The waves weakly lapped against the rocks, each time battered by reefs and swallowed again. There was only so much a person could endure before the accumulated pressure erupted into a tsunami.

At last, Qin Yi trembled, softly calling out, "Xiaoxiao... Xiaoxiao..."

Only then did Xiaoxiao release her hands. She gently placed a hand on Qin Yi's wet lips. "I'm here."

She's here, but did she come just to bully me?

That was the young miss last thought before drifting off into sleep.