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Shameless. This was all so shameful.
“Shh, you don't want people to see you like that, do you?”
Lan Qiren shivered.
The words, the tone, the bold fingers burning her skin, it all should rebuke her, create a deep sense of insecurity and disgust in her stomach. Instead, Lan Qiren could only squeeze her thighs tighter on Wen Ruohan's hand. A deft hand with elegant bones and searing hot flesh probing the sensitive skin of her groin through the fabric of her pants.
The humming excitement under her skin was intolerable. It was a relentless song of her body, a long, prolonged sigh that made her muscles melt like raw honey left on a stove. It was like her whole being, despite the thousands of rules that had forged it, was yielding to Wen Ruohan's hoarse voice, the gravellous rumbling of it, the thick warmth it awoke in her insides. But was she really yielding to Wen Ruohan's ministrations like a defeated woman? Did she not accept the other woman's invitation to work together knowing that something like that could happen? Hoping for it? But no, she was not shamelessly in need of promiscuity, of sex, like Wen Ruohan. She was a Lan. She was raised by her parents and the disciplinary legacy of all the ascetic scholars that came before her.
She actually wanted to study! It was Wen Ruohan who made it a lewd encounter.
Lan Qiren was innocent in this. Wen Ruohan was to blame, as per usual!
***
“How about we study together?” The woman had asked her the previous day. She looked genuine save for the mischievous grin that she had – at least it was not a snicker or a full-blown bark of laughter. “I could use your help for our Latin class.”
And Lan Qiren had believed her. Like an idiot. Like some rodent following the deceiving sound of a rattlesnake. She had believed that Wen Ruohan was actually asking for her help. She had taken out a few textbooks full of helpful diagrams from the highest shelf of her room specifically for this improvised tutoring session.
Yes, she might have checked herself longer than she usually would in front of her mirror and, yes, she had sent a barely coherent message to her older sister about blouses, and the seventy percents precipitation rate, and life failure, but that did not mean that she was fully prepared to board on whatever folly Wen Ruohan wanted her to lose her composure in.
That woman wanted nothing but a proof of Lan Qiren's imperfection. She could tell it. She had seen dogs on the hunt after all. The way they crouched low, the way their ears were pointed forward, the mobile eyes, rolling inside their pockets like oiled pebbles. Wen Ruohan watched her. She stalked after her even when she pretended not to. She was there when Lan Qiren entered the cafeteria, when she visited the school archives for some relegated papers, when she went to one of the many courtyards of the campus. She always sat next to her in class as though she could smell her discomfort and taste the salt of her anxious sweat on the tip of her tongue. She acted like she was a predator and like Lan Qiren was an interesting prey.
On one occasion, Lan Qiren forced herself not to arrive fifteen minutes early like she usually did, entering the classroom two minutes before the class started instead. Sure enough, Wen Ruohan was not seated, sitting on the corner of a table like it was some downgraded fauteuil Pomare, chatting with not-friends-but-interesting-contacts. Lan Qiren hurried to get to her usual seat – unoccupied, luckily –, striding in Wen Ruohan's back and ignoring her. When the professor arrived, Wen Ruohan was slumped on the chair next to her, elegantly displaying her limbs but not to the rest of the students, no. Just for Lan Qiren. Moving in a way that denuded her neck from her thick hair. Pressing her shoes against Lan Qiren's shins – leaving traces of dirt on her white socks. Constantly squirming on her chair, diffusing her expensive perfume and, near the end of the day, something like the unmarred scent of her body.
If it was not physically, it was mentally. Lan Qiren felt her presence everywhere from the outer gates of the campus to her own bedroom. Wen Ruohan always watched her, assessed her, smirked at her. Lan Qiren did not know what was so funny about herself but the other woman never stopped looking at her like she was a heap of dust with a weird colour. She made strange comments like “Your earrings match your outfit perfectly today.” Was it to say that her necktie was as crooked as one of the pendants was like Lan Qiren realised a few minutes later, in front of the bathroom mirror? “You look good in this dress.” Was it a remark about the absence of commitment that Lan Qiren generally showed for fashion except for that day, when she put some effort to look good on the last day of her second year? “Cute.” Why? Did she think that infantilising Lan Qiren would be the key element to get herself some of the reactions she oh so desired? Lan Qiren would not fall for this no matter how prideful she knew herself to be. Given her strange attitude towards Lan Qiren specifically, the idea that she could have lost a bet had crossed Lan Qiren's mind. However, she could not picture Wen Ruohan ever losing.
The brazen woman got what her changing heart and scheming brain asked. Lan Qiren's personal space, crucial information on everyone, and a tutoring session with the best classics student of their year. Of course, she was able to trail Lan Qiren to her secret studying spot and to coax her into giving her her time and attention when it suited her.
Truth be told, the little working space that Lan Qiren fancied so much for its peace and quiet was not so much as secret as it was abandoned. The library of the campus spread on multiple floors, each organised in sections of varying seize that each surrounded an island of tables and couches which was more or less furnished depending on the amount of students expected there. It went without saying that the shelves covered in outdated bilingual editions of Greek texts from the first century were not very popular. A fifth of those 'bilingual' texts were actually retranscriptions annotated in Latin. The rare persons who actually came here only knew of the On the Sublime by Pseudo-Longinus of which the library had ordered three copies to satisfy both classic and modern literature majors as well as philosophy majors. Lan Qiren had specifically chosen this spot for its isolation. She did it to distance herself from others. On purpose. She put a lot of thoughts in this decision. And still, Wen Ruohan had found her and had come to her the moment she wanted to. And Lan Qiren had agreed.
This fact alone testified of Lan Qiren's crumbling sanity. Worn out by Wen Ruohan's relentless remarks, her mental walls could as well be rice paper in a stormy night. A gust of wind and it was riped. A thunderclap and it was on fire. A smirk and she fumed, angry beyond reason. A misplaced compliment (?) and- and she said 'yes' to anything the other woman asked her. It was unfair.
However, Lans' words were sacred and she could not put more shame on her name by not keeping her promise.
So, she went to the library, knowing that she was throwing herself into an uncomfortable situation, an avid maw even.
Wen Ruohan, as always, was sat as though she owned every chair in the building. Seeing her come before Lan Qiren herself was strange enough to be noticed. Their agreement was to meet at 3 PM. It was half past two. Did she do it on purpose? Did she want Lan Qiren to suffer? But why? She never did anything to her! Except, maybe, telling on her a couple of times at the beginning of the first year when Lan Qiren still believed that the administration would concern themselves with a student sneaking out of the dormitories after the curfew. Needless to say, she learnt her lesson quickly. She knew that Wen Ruohan knew that it was her. The other woman had commented on it, calling her a 'nice girl' and a 'cute, obedient bunny'. Those words still haunted Lan Qiren two years and a half later. How could she forget?
Could a man forget the song of a siren or the gaze of a gorgon? Obviously not.
She was a mere mortal and her mortal ears were certainly not meant to bear the drawling voice whispering to her several inches too close.
Why did she even think that meeting up with Wen Ruohan was a good idea? But no. It was a mistake to say that. She never ever thought that it was a good idea. She acted impulsively. Anything to get the other woman's voice out of her vicinity as quickly as possible. Could anyone blame her? Probably. Wen Ruohan did make countless heads turn in her wake. Even Lan Qiren could see it. And it was normal. She was truly beautiful. Like a subtle Medea or something like that.
“Renren. You came.”
“I said I would,” Lan Qiren retorted dryly.
“Why do you look so displeased? Isn't it a great occasion to spend some good time with your best friend?” Wen Ruohan asked, simpering.
“We are not friends,” Lan Qiren stated because it was true despite how familiarly Wen Ruohan sometimes acted with her. Maybe even because of that. A friend would certainly not lick the points of her ear even as a joke! Wen Ruohan had only laughed when Lan Qiren had instinctively grabbed her shoulder way too violently to push her away.
“How could you say that?” Wen Ruohan complained with fake pain in her voice. “Or maybe you meant something different?”
“I am here to tutor you about the Latin language.”
Angling her head back, Wen Ruohan cackled as though Lan Qiren had told her a joke.
“I don't need you to tutor me for anything. I can do it alone. Let's talk, sit,” she ordered, patting the chair next to her.
“I don't have the time to chat. I have to study,” Lan Qiren pointed out, gritting her teeth. Humiliation pierced the tender shell of her ego, stimulating an unwelcome pride. She did not backtrack. Wen Ruohan noticed it and smiled. Of course she would be happy. She had tried so hard to gain Lan Qiren's attention for whatever reason, provoking her with snarky remarks and shameless innuendos. And Lan Qiren constantly fed that cannibalistic hunger of hers, accidentally giving up parts of her pride because she could not simply ignore the blasing sun that taunted her.
“Oh, but you cleared your schedule for us, didn't you? I wouldn't want to waste that time.”
“I am wasting my time here if you do not require my presence,” she said coldly, reining her frustration.
“Fine. Let's get to work then. Can we work on the conditional system? Especially in subordinate clauses.”
That, Lan Qiren could do. She nodded and took place on the chair next to Wen Ruohan as asked to. As she retrieved one of her textbooks on Latin grammar, Wen Ruohan stared at her in silence, rocking her chair.
“To be honest, it is probably more efficient to learn a few examples by heart,” Lan Qiren confessed. “That way, you can write them on a corner of your paper and identify the forms you have to translate.”
“Of course, you would say that,” Wen Ruohan said smugly. “What about understanding the study materials?”
“It was just a piece of advice, we will work on the theory anyway,” Lan Qiren explained, already annoyed. Would Wen Ruohan contradict her on every point just for the sake of destabilising her? It looked like something she would be more than willing to do. “Do you know the different values that are in the hypothetical system?”
“Please, refresh my memory.”
“There are three main types: open conditional clauses, ideal conditional… clauses-, sorry, what are you doing?” She asked, bewildered, as Wen Ruohan leaned into her, making Lan Qiren's right side suddenly support Wen Ruohan's weight.
“Hm? I am simply paying attention to what you say. You speak in such a tiny voice, it's hard for me to hear you, Renren.”
Lan Qiren was positive that Wen Ruohan was playing her. She did not speak that quietly.
“We are in a library,” she hissed. “I won't raise my voice.”
“I know,” Wen Ruohan sighed. “That's why I'm not asking you to. I know you follow the rules down to the letter. I kinda like this about you. Such a perfect student, Renten. Just like a cute bunny!”
“I… I don't think bunnies have such concepts as rules,” Lan Qiren stammered instead of blowing up at Wen Ruohan for her shamelessness.
“Whatever. What were you saying? Three types, open, ideal, and…?”
“Unreal conditional clauses,” Lan Qiren finished for her, happily hopping back into familiar territory. “The first type can be found in causes in present, past and future tenses.”
She went on with growing enthusiasm as Wen Ruohan stared at her with unwavering attention. At least, she was paying attention?
Lan Qiren listed each of the most common values of the conditional system, detailing their meanings, the respective tenses in the protasis and in the apodosis and, of course, the different moods to use. She was reviewing the differences with English grammar for the open conditional clauses in the future tense when a wandering hand covering the top of her thigh made her voice falter as her mind came to a halt. For a few seconds, she was paralysed.
Wen Ruohan leaned into her, even closer, too close, her breath brushing against Lan Qiren's face.
“You explain this all so well, have you considered becoming a teacher?” She slurred right next to the shell of Lan Qiren's ear.
In her chest, Lan Qiren felt her heart fall into her stomach, dangling from a mess of arteries and veins.
“I just read what is on the textbook and explicit what is already explained,” she defended herself, suddenly out of breath. “It's nothing complex, really…”
“I'm not talking about the content. You just know how to make me listen to you,” Wen Ruohan continued, carelessly, her voice dropping low.
“Obviously, I don't,” Lan Qiren snapped back as the frustration of being played like a mouse by a cat settled in her. She was angry, and flustered, and angry for being flustered. But Wen Ruohan was beautiful. Her voice could drive anyone crazy. She had fantastic hands, impeccable taste in fashion, self-confidence and strong connections with influential families.
“What do you get from this?” Lan Qiren managed to ask in a tired voice before uneasiness striped her bare of her means.
“A good time,” Wen Ruohan whispered. Lan Qiren could only see half a quarter of her smirk but she knew it was here, she knew how wide it was, how triumphantly it displayed Wen Ruohan's pearl white teeth. “And maybe a girlfriend.”
She nipped at the tip of Lan Qiren's ear.
Startled, Lan Qiren let out a high-pitched squeak. “What!?” Instinctively, she bit hard on her lips to refrene from making loud noises. Thankfully, Wen Ruohan leaned back a little, looking at her expectantly. It gave Lan Qiren the opportunity to take a deep breath in to try and stabilise her racing mind. Not that it helped in any way the hideous mess of her thoughts.
Was Wen Ruohan taking her bullying a step further? Did it amuse her? It sure looked like it did.
She was observing Lan Qiren's every minute expression with ravenous intensity. One of her hand was gripping the leg of Lan Qiren's pants. The corners of her mouth were twitching.
“Shameless,” Lan Qiren managed to breathe out.
Wen Ruohan smirked.
“It's only the beginning if you allow it,” she whispered.
“The beginning of what? What do you want from me?” Lan Qiren asked while the urge to get away from the most awkward situation of her life bubbled up in her stomach. She was feeling sick and desoriented. She needed to run and to hide somewhere, and preferably never meet this woman ever again. But her feet were grounded to the plastic tiles of the library. Her heart was beating as though she was running a marathon. Adrenaline had overwhelmed her body with an unfamiliar sensation. Or was it really adrenaline? She could not tell. She should not worry about this detail right now. Her mind was in shambles. She hated it. She hated the pang that hit her chest when Wen Ruohan brought a hand to her face.
“I already said what I wanted. Didn't I make my intents clear over the past two years, Renren?”
Lan Qiren could only stare at her. The tingling sensation became a wildfire ravaging the underside of her skin as a bold hand followed the curve of her thigh, sliding inwards.
“…”
After a few seconds of silence, Wen Ruohan brought her eyes back to her face from where she was surveilling the progression of her touch on Lan Qiren's leg. What she saw made her stop her caressing motion.
“Renren? … Are you in shock?”
She almost looked worried. Although she still had a smile plastered on her face. Or maybe Lan Qiren was just that bad at understanding people.
“Don't be ridiculous!” She suddenly found back her voice. “Don't think you have such influence that you could shock me! You have displayed your savage habits for years right under my nose. Nothing you do could shock me, you beast!”
The hand on her rose by a few inches as Wen Ruohan stared at her with a slightly agape mouth. However, it was only a short reprieve before she grabbed the taut muscle and intruded Lan Qiren's vicinity again.
“So you're just playing hard-to-get, huh? And already giving me little cute surnames? You spoil me, Bunny. Would you let my filthy hands soil you right here where anyone could see you? Is that something you want? Is that something that could get you off at night, all alone under your covers, spreading your pretty legs and touching yourself in the dark because it would be too shameful to do so in broad daylight? Tell me, Renren. Could you let yourself be tempted to do some fun activities by my gorgeous face and my lovely voice? Do I get under your skin? You are frozen. You won't look at me, but why? Didn't you want to fuck me to make me shut up? I'm giving you the occasion to do so right now on a silver plate!”
Heat was rising on Lan Qiren's face at each of the sinful words until she could feel the sweaty warmth of humiliation course through her whole body. The warm sensation centralised between her legs giving her the urge to rub them together. She did not give in that desire as she was certain it would sign the death of her dignity not that much of it subsisted after Wen Ruohan's… words. Speculations. Fantasies? Lies, all lies. Some lines of dialogue directly stolen from pornographic media to destabilise Lan Qiren.
If that woman knew her as well as she pretended to, she would know that none of those thoughts came to Lan Qiren's mind, that she did not let them linger in there. She was a Lan…
She was wet.
“You don't answer anymore? I'm getting kinda worried here, honey girl. Bunny. Bun-bun. Renren. Sweetie. Dar-”
“Shut up,” Lan Qiren eventually hissed, redder than ever. Humiliated to the point that she could feel tears poke holes through her eyes. “… Get on with it.”
“Wow, such enthusiasm. At least, the other girls showed some good will,” Wen Ruohan sighed.
“The other girls?”
It hurt. But why? Was Lan Qiren's heart and her damned cursed blood really considering Wen Ruohan as a potential lover? Could she look at the other girl and see a soulmate in here? No! Of course not! She could never fall in love with such a person, it was unthinkable no matter how blinded by love Lans could get! What was wrong with her? What was wrong with love? Why was she not getting up and storming out of the library? Did she really wish for this woman to put her hands on her virgin skin? Was it fear? What fear? Lan Qiren could break her arm, she knew she could do it. She knew she would not be in the wrong in doing so – probably.
“Don't get me wrong, I didn't go after anyone else for these last three years. I saved myself for you. Am I not great? Would I not make a good partner?” Wen Ruohan asked with a thrilled tone.
Lan Qiren raised her head to look at her in disbelief. Only then did Wen Ruohan's smirk drop.
She hurriedly brought Lan Qiren's face closer.
“Is that tears? Renren, are you scared of me? Is that not something you wanted to do?”
“How would I know? I don't even understand what you are trying to do.” Lan Qiren grumbled, swatting her hands away.
“I am seducing you, of course. We flirted with eachother those last years. And when I asked you to see me outside of class, you said yes, so I thought you were finally ready to get in a relationship with me? Do you still need time to think about it?”
The other woman had the audacity to look confused.
“I said yes to a Latin tutoring session, what are you on!?”
“But wouldn't you consider it? I'm just so horny right now. Have been for the last months. God, Renren, your ass in those pants are to die for.”
Lan Qiren hit her in the head. Not with all ber strength of course.
“You-, you-!”
“'Shameless beast', I know, Renren, but can't you forgive me? I've been fending off people just to keep your attention on me. That's a lot of work! If you didn't look and act like a goddess I wouldn't have gone that far, you know. I wanna worship you so bad. You just fucked me up for anyone else. I can't even look at pornstars, now, you know? It's like you are in my head commenting on it and lecturing me. It's funny but it definitely kills the mood. Plus, it feels like cheating.”
That was a lot. Lan Qiren started to worry that she was in a dream. A strange one. One that would leave a weird sensation in tha back of her mind come the morning. But not a nightmare. After that much rambling and pitiful words from the fierce, elegant, perfect Wen Ruohan, the discomfort had shrunk back.
“You didn't even ask me out, how could I have known?” She asked, failing to see the logic in Wen Ruohan's actions.
“Obviously, you would have said 'no' if I asked you out in front of everybody.”
“You don't have to do it in front of everybody.”
“Yes, I do! How would they know you are a no-touch zone in that case?”
“Nobody's touching me.” Except for Wen Ruohan.
“Yes they do! That Cangse girl touched your shoulder!”
“So, you decided to lure me in the library to… touch me here instead?”
“I wanted to test the water,” Wen Ruohan whined.
“I think you've tested the waters enough already,” Lan Qiren stated icily.
Wen Ruohan dropped her hands.
“Oh… So, it's a no?”
“I didn't say that,” Lan Qiren muttered, glancing sideways to the opposite wall. It was a good wall that did its job as a wall pretty well.
She started when hot palms found the sides of her face again and forced her to bear Wen Ruohan's triumphant gaze.
“Lan Qiren, would you go out with me?”
“… Yes…” She answered weakly, still unsure about the whole situation.
“Would you agree that this would be the perfect opportunity to make out?”
Lan Qiren did not know. From her limited experience, love confessions, or at least romantic interest confessions, were followed by kisses. However, demonstrations of affection were to be kept to the private life, in private place. They were in a library! But then again, they were in a withdrawn corner of the building where no one ever set foot.
“Maybe?” She answered tentatively.
“I bet your rules advice you against this type of audacious attitudes, don't they? But you still wanna try out, right? How shameless, you actually like breaking rules! But don't worry, I like it, too. We can even increase the intensity next time? How about doing it at the back of the classroom, in everyone's back but in front of the teacher? Exhilarating, isn't it?”
“Do what in the back of the classroom?”
“This,” Wen Ruohan answered, infuriatingly composed as she claimed Lan Qiren's lips. She made their mouths press gently against eachother, angling her face so that their noses did not bump. After a few seconds of simply breathing in the other's exhale and scent, she darted out her tongue, placing kitten licks on Lan Qiren's lips. The latter felt a bunch of shivers run up her back as the warmth in her lower stomach crystallised in a sharper sensation that briefly edged on pain. Clueless as to what to do, she mimicked the other woman's actions to the best of her ability.
She pulled back with an 'eep' sound when their tongues met. The wet contact retroactively made her whole mouth tingle as a renewed feeling of shame brought red to her cheeks. Lan Qiren mentally berated herself for being this easily flustered. In front of her, Wen Ruohan looked perfectly at ease, obviously not affected by a mere contact between two tongues. Lan Qiren had heard things about tongues going inside people's mouths and she was not even sure she could stand it without… without what exactly? She did not even know, she was experiencing too many new stimuli at once.
“How was it? Do you give us permission for a more thorough making out session?” Wen Ruohan asked with a snarky smile.
“I guess it's fine…”
“Oh, Renren. You're so adorable, I can't even be mad at you for playing hard-to-get! I would forgive you anything probably with how happy you make me feel.”
Although Lan Qiren found it hard to believe, Wen Ruohan looked genuine. What a wild misunderstanding it was that had distorted Lan Qiren's perception of their previous interactions. Was Wen Ruohan simply trying to get her attention by being the most annoying classmate ever? It seemed to be a popular seducing method now that Lan Qiren thought about it. Cangse Saren had been doing roughly the same to Wei Changze, and Lan Qiren had been the unwilling witness of this disheartening attempt at courting.
“You could have given me gifts like any suitor,” she commented.
“Suitor? Oh my, Renren, are you envisaging marriage? I'm absolutely on board with it. I'll get you a hundred roses bouquet. No, a thousand!”
Wen Ruohan effectively fell silent when Lan Qiren kissed her again. Her soft sigh laced with a throaty sound made goosebumps rise on Lan Qiren's body.
“Oh, you are playing mean with me,” she whispered against her mouth. “But it's okay, I can be mean, too.”
The next moment, her tongue found the opening to Lan Qiren's mouth and carved its way through the buccal muscles distended by surprise. Lan Qiren grabbed her shoulders for purchase as the deft muscle explored her mouth, revealing a sensitivity that Lan Qiren did not expect from her flesh in such context. She nervously swallowed the excess of saliva pooling between her jaws. As though in response, Wen Ruohan's hand found her throat, caressing it with gentle strokes that went up to her ears and down to the collar of her shirt. Now, shivers were assailing her body non-stop, developing into full tremors in her legs.
Still caressing her throat and chin, Wen Ruohan abruptly thrust her tongue forth as far as it could go into Lan Qiren's mouth. The latter had not the brain capacity to care about the leaking drool anymore and she felt a few warm droplets run down her chin. This was when Wen Ruohan eventually pulled back, her breathing slightly exerted though she smiled widely.
“Oh, Bun-bun, you're making such a mess of yourself…”
She wiped clean the gross liquid smeared on Lan Qiren's face, did not fix her own stains of saliva, and dove forth to nibble on Lan Qiren's ears, pressing her searing hot tongue on the inflamed skin.
“I'll make it worse,” she promised with a low chuckle.
Lan Qiren's insides twisted in their seat of bones but… not in a bad way. The opposite. In a very pleasurable way actually. She gripped Wen Ruohan's waist to anchor herself as she trembled under the wet touch. She jumped as a sneaky hand came back to grope her thigh, sharp nails digging into her flesh.
“Sh-shouldn't we do it elsewhere? In a more private place?” Lan Qiren asked shyly.
“Why bother? No one will see us here,” Wen Ruohan whispered in an enticing sigh.
“People could hear us!”
“Not if we keep quiet. I think you kinda like this, Renren. I know you are strong, you could have flung me through the room anytime,” Wen Ruohan pointed out with a smug face.
“I can still do it,” Lan Qiren muttered through gritted teeth.
Her fists were tightly clenched on the hem of her blouse while she resisted the urge to squirm. Bringing attention to their risky situation actually lit up a weird sensation in her groin. She absolutely refused to cross gazes with Wen Ruohan as she came to terms with the dawning realisation that she might, in fact, be into it, like a pervert.
“You're so cute when you blush, Renren,” the other woman breathed out, shattering away each of Lan Qiren's attempts to calm herself. Her whole body shivered and she turned her face away, shame heating up the nape of her neck. As her heartbeat sped up, her breathing grew more shallow to the point where Wen Ruohan could not not hear it, the collection of embarrassing shards of voice that fell out of her mouth at each exhale.
A prickling sensation, like hundreds of nerves had been stimulated at once, invaded her skin while Wen Ruohan nudged the sensitive part behind her ear. She yelped when Wen Ruohan's tongue tasted her skin again. The wet sound sent a sharp blade of arousal in her stomach. She was panting by now.
“Good girl,” the insufferable snarky voice of Wen Ruohan created a new wave of shivers running down Lan Qiren's backbone. It threatened to strip her from her sanity.
She could only produce an unbecoming sound in response, rubbing her thighs together, Wen Ruohan's beautiful hand still trapped between them. She outright whimpered when her most sensitive place bumped into the invasive hand through layers of fabric.
“I'm repeating myself, but I really love those sounds you make. But you know we're still in the library, right? Everyone's working in silence, we can't make you disturb their efforts, right?”
It was as though Lan Qiren's body was divided between two instictive, very strong impulses, between the urge to flee and the need to make the thread becoming more and more taut at each passing seconds snap to find her release. She merely had the common sense to muffle her heavy breathing with a hand clasped on her mouth.
“That's right, good job, Bun,” Wen Ruohan praised her, a little out of breath.
Lan Qiren did not know such little words could have such a strong impact on her. They made her keen and wriggle more as she wished to get closer to Wen Ruohan, maybe sit into her lap. However, the many steps needed to get out of her own chair to straddle the other woman's legs discouraged her. There were way too many occasions for an accidental loud noise to be caused for her to risk it. Instead, she snuggled closer to the warm body next to her, dislodging Wen Ruohan's face from where it was licking the column of her neck.
“You are so warm between your legs,” Wen Ruohan continued teasing her with the clear intention to make it hard for her to stay quiet. “I bet your pussy is soaking wet inside your pants, isn't it? I bet you dreamt of this. You're such a good girl, coming from such an uptight family, I wonder if you've ever touched yourself there. Or was it against your rules? Do you ever explore your body? Give a little attention to your lovely breasts?”
Even though she fought to keep her attention on Wen Ruohan's rambling, Lan Qiren found herself start in surprise when a wandering palm glided over her stomach, creating temporary creases to her blouse and going higher. She bit her lip when the large hand cupped one of her breasts. The feeling in itself was not particularly pleasurable – unlike the fingers rubbing against her crotch –, but the sensation of Wen Ruohan's hot skin coming to contact with another private part of her body made her squirm a little, pushing her chest into the gentle contact.
“Yeah, that's it, arch your back a little. You look like a pornstar but way prettier and better. You look like you're having so much pleasure. So, not like a pornstar at all.”
In her right mind, Lan Qiren would have slapped her for that horrid comparison. Instead, she did push her chest forward and try to give a more pronounced curve to her body.
To her mitigated displeasure, Wen Ruohan slipped her hand free from the tight grip of Lan Qiren's thighs. It stroke her arched spine, throwing away any pretense that she was not appreciating Lan Qiren's body. She pushed on the upper part of the back, pressing Lan Qiren lower until she had her forehead on her forearm, presenting her whole backside to Wen Ruohan's eyes. There was no way someone walking in on them would not understand what was happening. The thought made her breathing waver.
As she was reconsidering stopping things there and taking them to a more appropriate place, Wen Ruohan's hand suddenly moved over her chest again, groping the firm mounds of fat and tracing circles over them with her fingers. Eventually, one of her nails caught a hardened nipple.
“Ah-!” Lan Qiren let out a surprised noise before hiding her face into her elbow, chewing on the sleeve of her blouse to keep any sound from alerting other students, or worse, the libraey staff who definitely had the power to forbid her the access to their books forever.
The hand on her breast instantly got more adventurous and energetic, massaging the soft flesh and pressing the rigid nub. The feeling alone but also the audacity of the act sent a myriad of little stars shooting along Lan Qiren's nerves. She arched her back more, giving herself to the pleasant touch, still very much aware of the moans bubbling inside her throat. She was panting against her arm, soaking her sleeve wet with saliva. She hummed in pleasure when the smart fingers went to tease her other nipple.
Taking advantage of her vulnerable state, Wen Ruohan leaned to nibble and lick on her ear, creating the lewdest sounds ever picked by Lan Qiren's auditive system. Wen Ruohan's other hand crawled on her stomach, tracing the edge of her pants. As Lan Qiren panted wetly, her deft fingers played with the fabric, slipping under it and back over it as the flesh under them swoll with each of Lan Qiren's desperate intakes of air. Every bit of flesh they touched grew hotter and more reactive to the rougher texture of the fabric.
“Ruohan…” She penibly grunted, trying to get the fingers to stay stuck in her pants by pressing her hips forward. “Stop that.”
“Stop?”
“Not like that,” Lan Qiren interrupted her even before Wen Ruohan moved, raising her head and grabbing Wen Ruohan's wrist to keep her hand where it was. “Stop playing and put it inside.”
The burning area between her legs was missing the solid presence of her hand rubbing against the most sensitive part of Lan Qiren's body.
“You're so bossy,” Wen Ruohan whined as though she was not the one tourmenting Lan Qiren by refusing to satisfy her need to be touched where it felt good. “You can't just demand things and hope to be obeyed. I'm your girlfriend. Your darling. Your honey pot. Your one and only. Show some consideration.”
Properly dumbfounded by her audacity, Lan Qiren refused to answer to her, instead moving her lower body in a way that still brought Wen Ruohan's skin to contact with hers. Visibly intent on making everything hard for her, Wen Ruohan clamped down her fingers on her nipple, pinching and twisting it in a way that was hardly arousing to watch but sent a wave of spasms shake Lan Qiren's insides. She let out a muffled sound, regretting the arm that she was previously biting to silence herself.
“Please,” the writhing woman eventually gritted through her clenched jaws. “Han-er, please.”
Wen Ruohan bit down on her ear.
“Ah-!”
Lan Qiren scrambled to place back her arm down on the table and hide her face in its crook. Her hips swayed forward on instinct, her vulva meeting nothing but air despite her most ardent wishes.
“Han-er,” she whined in her elbow, “whyy?”
“Silence, stop talking if you want to have a turn with me right after. Otherwise, you'll have to work me through to arousal all over again. Your girl has a refractory period, you know?”
“You think that's arousing?” Lan Qiren asked in return, lifting her head to glance at what little she could catch of Wen Ruohan in their tangled position.
“Don't ask stupid questions,” the other woman answered with something like irritation. “You know you are pretty.”
Before Lan Qiren could protest, she shoved her hand inside the large pants, feeling the hot flesh under it, only an underwear away from her touch.
Lan Qiren's whole body froze as her heartbeat accelerated even more. It was the first time that someone was this close to touching her. The waiting was intolerable. She was so aroused, she could feel how the lower part of her panties was wet with the fluid oozing from her own body, a clear, undeniable indicator of her pleasure.
Wen Ruohan's fingers felt her engorged labia over the cotton and patted the fat mound just to see Lan Qiren jumps on her chair, squirming to present her pussy to Wen Ruohan's contact. Without fully thinking about it, Lan Qiren grounded her feet on the tiles, lightly rocking her hips back and forth to chase the rubbing sensation that elicited sparks of pleasure amidst the heavy coat of frustration and throbbing, until she felt a firm contact against her clitoris.
“Mn-, ah!”
Wen Ruohan's other hand suddenly left her arched chest to plaster itself on her mouth, effectively silencing her.
“Shh, Renren. If you are not careful, we will get caught in an embarrassing position. Think about it, you won't ever want to have sex with me again if that happens and we will both be very miserable because of it.”
Lan Qiren shot her daggers through her eyes, now regretting to agree to this whole mess. How was she supposed to enjoy her first time if she could not make as many sounds as she wanted? It felt like an endless pressure in her lungs, all the confined sounds reaching for the outside and, more precisely, for Wen Ruohan's ears.
Well, in theory, Lan Qiren could. She could moan and thrash around, making the furniture creak under her weight. Someone would eventually come this way and see them.
Perhaps they would not know what was happening at first. They would only see Wen Ruohan's broad shoulders and the elegant expanse of her back turned towards them. Right after that, they would notice the second person, kicking her legs and panting so violently it sounded like sobs. Walking further into this working corner, skirting around the strange display, they would get an unobstructed view of Lan Qiren's blotchy red face, her heaving chest and Wen Ruohan's hand barely containing the sound emerging from her throat. The intention behind Wen Ruohan's arm moving back and forth would be very clear to any witness. Lan Qiren was certainly enjoying this, maybe even more than Wen Ruohan for whom she could not care right now, overwhelmed as she was.
Her thighs tightly pressed together as Wen Ruohan traced the outline of her labia over the fabric of her panties, almost tickling the flesh lush with blood. Lan Qiren distinctly felt more of her bodily slick trickle out of her hole in response.
“Han-er, ah-, aah,” she moaned, her hips bucking uncontrollably.
“Yes, my love? What is it? Can you articulate it for me, Bun-bun?”
The nice words were doing something to her, playing with a knotted part of herself, originally discarded into a dusty corner of her mind. A small fraction of herself buzzed in horror as she realised that she was quite literally preening,
“C'mon, pretty please, tell me what you want. I wanna make you feel good,” Wen Ruohan whispered directly to her ear.
Lan Qiren took a quick breath in to strengthen her resolution before her cowardice got the better of her.
“I-I want you to touch me. Touch me more that is… Inside me… Please?”
Wen Ruohan was silent for a few heartbeats but then a satisfied smile nearly split her face in two. “Of course, Princess. You could ask me anything with that tone of voice, you freaking siren.”
Before Lan Qiren could protest and defend herself from the comparison with a man-eating monster, Wen Ruohan's finger hooked the edge of her underwear, pulling on it.
“Raise your butt, Renren,” she asked. “We have to make it work, you know.”
“Here!?” Lan Qiren whispered louder, in panic.
Was it not dangerous to undress in the library? How could Wen Ruohan not see it? If anyone caught them, they were in for some severe punishment or at the very least a humiliating episode.
“Quiet,” Wen Ruohan hushed her. “I'm not asking you to get butt-naked. Just slide down your panties so I can touch your pussy like you asked me.”
“Don't use fool words!” Lan Qiren hissed, feeling like she might faint from the crude vocabulary that Wen Ruohan was using. What a misery it would be if they were caught.
“I wanna touch your cave of pleasure,” Wen Ruohan rephrased, looking unfazed by the nonsense she was spewing.
Groaning, Lan Qiren covered her face with her hands and lifted her hips to allow Wen Ruohan the access to her groin. The other woman did not waste a second to pull down both her pants and underwear, exposing her most private part to the fresh air. She muffled a squeak when Wen Ruohan's hand fully cupped her vulva. There was no way for Lan Qiren to hide how much she was aroused by the situation.
“Ooh, you are all nice and wet for me,” Wen Ruohan commented with a mirthful smile. “That's good. Spread your legs.”
Letting her thoughts wander, Lan Qiren could almost pretend to live a completely different scenario, one where Wen Ruohan did not stop earlier to talk with her and make sure that she was on board with this. Another timeline where she simply took what she wanted, bending a helpless Lan Qiren over her open textbook and intruding her intimacy like she owned it. Would the other Lan Qiren let her? Would she keep quiet because of shame? Would she feel the same guilty pleasure rack her guts as she was caressed in a way that she had never been ever before? Why did the only thought of being forced by Wen Ruohan bring a sharp edge to the arousal stirring between her legs? Was there something weird with her? But thinking about how Wen Ruohan would taunt her, maybe even coat her fingers in the slimy proof of Lan Qiren's pleasure and bring them to her face to mock her, the fantasy made her squirm more. She huffed in frustration as the pressure in her lower belly only grew stronger.
Her train of thoughts was cut off by a dull pain in her scalp. Wen Ruohan had pulled on her hair. She shot her an offended glare.
“Wha-”
"You weren't listening to me, Renren. I said spread these lovely legs for me, and here, you keep them closed like you were some kind of virgin maiden in distress. No, show me how much you want me, Qiren."
Lan Qiren's face was burning hot as she clumsily transfered her weight from a foot to the other to adjust the position of her feet despite the upper half of her body being basically splayed on top of the table.
“That's good. Make that nice ass jiggle for me. Or rather, make your derriere bounce for this lowly one's pleasure.”
“Shh,” Lan Qiren hushed, scared by the fact that Wen Ruohan's voice was getting louder with her growing confidence.
“Hm? Oh, was I too loud for you, my dear? How about you help me keep my voice down? Having you like that makes me lose control over myself, you know?” Wen Ruohan cajoled her, successfully making Lan Qiren squirm.
Her new girlfriend understood her badly masked want and pulled her closer still to seal her mouth with hers, tasting the abundant flow of saliva that Wen Ruohan's amygdalae had produced. Lan Qiren was no better, almost drooling with lust since the moment when Wen Ruohan's touch had gotten bolder.
Changing her kissing strategy, Wen Ruohan was somehow more aggressive with her tongue if that was a thing and resumed her exploration of Lan Qiren's mouth with a voracity that even stole her breath.
When she eventually let go of Lan Qiren's head, the latter panted heavily, her chest swelling with its heaving. From this close, she could see how Wen Ruohan was equally affected, perspiration sticking her dark hair to her forehead and a few stark lines on her features betraying how much she was focused on pleasing Lan Qiren.
“You are doing a great job, I like this,” Lan Qiren praised her awkwardly.
Wen Ruohan looked taken aback before her devilish grin resurfaced.
“Oh, you flatter me, Renren. But if you can still articulate clear sentences, I am not putting in enough effort. I'm going in,” she teased and warned in the same breath.
Before Lan Qiren's most intimate muscles could instinctively clench up, a slender finger breached her slit, covering itself in the thick slick seeping out of her hole as it poked and pierced through the first ring of muscles before sliding out and getting ready to dive back for a few milimeters inside Lan Qiren. She proceded to rub the finger over the pulsing entrance in a sawing motion, occasionally dipping the tip of a finger inside. Lan Qiren took the gentle preliminary as docilely as she could until she could not anymore, and started to push back her hips, trying to get more of the agile phalanxes inside.
“Greedy,” Wen Ruohan snickered, patting her flank.
“I am not,” Lan Qiren mumbled. “If only you hurried up.”
“That's what I'm talking about.”
Her index finger abruptly slid all the way in, causing Lan Qiren's dripping canal to contract around it.
“Greedy,” Wen Ruohan repeated, oozing smugness from every pore. “But you're right actually, you look ready to me.”
Lan Qiren could not ask her what she meant by that before a second finger was thrust inside her. All precautions seemingly forgotten, Wen Ruohan started an unforgiving pace, slamming her fingers deep inside Lan Qiren who could only cant her hips and take it, moaning despite herself and hiccuping when Wen Ruohan used extra force. She bit on her arm, blushing redder at the sounds that her body was producing. Each time Wen Ruohan's palm hit her cheeks, a squelching sound could be heard. Were these wanton sounds only loud to her ears? Or could everyone else on the floor hear what was happening and how much she enjoyed it? Could these noises be mistaken for something else? Would someone come to check and see her slumped over the table, her behind bare and pinker each time her girlfriend slapped it?
She was a drooling, whimpering mess, miles away from her usual composed herself, all because of a few words and touches from Wen Ruohan. Her past self from barely half an hour ago could not even fathom herself being in a relationship and much less participating to sexual intercourse. It was thrilling. But it was also scary to see how much power Wen Ruohan's smug smile and enticing voice held over her.
She gasped as Wen Ruohan's other hand found its way under her stomach, creeping downward to reach her clitoris. She rubbed its sides with her fingers open in a V-shape, pinching it in synchronization with her fingers reaching the deepest part of Lan Qiren. The onslaught of stimulations on Lan Qiren's senses was driving here closer to madness than any of Wen Ruohan's previous antics had ever. Her thighs were twitching wildly from her effort to keep them spread as her most sensitive parts were mercilessly rubbed.
Something was building up inside of her, something big, a shapeless feeling that did not seem to be anchored anywhere in particular in her body but instead possessed her entirely. The pressure grew and grew as Wen Ruohan's hands went on working her to completion. Breathing was hard now as well as keeping her eyes open. The urge to release her sleeve and moan was getting stronger as well.
A third finger penetrated her, Wen Ruohan slowing down her motion to take some seconds stretching wider Lan Qiren's hole.
“I can't wait to dick you down with my strap next time,” she mused with a voice buzzing with excitement.
Lan Qiren nodded in agreement even though she was not entirely sure what this was about. All she could focus on right now was the fading edge of the pleasure heating up her insides. She needed Wen Ruohan to resume the coupling or she would have to do it herself.
“Han-er, harder, please,” she whined.
“Of course, Renren.”
Getting fucked with three fingers was definitely something else. She felt so open under Wen Ruohan's gaze and the slick covering her thighs did not belied her impression.
“Look how much you're gushing,” the other woman taunted her, “you're so wet now, you want this so much.”
Lan Qiren could hardly contradict her. The hand on her clitoris slid up, roughly stimulating the erect organ and drawing sparks after sparks of pleasure as the fingers playing with her hole resumed their previous rhythm, overwhelming her.
“Anh…”
Lan Qiren's eyes rolled back as her body grew rigid because of the pleasure washing over her. All tension seeped out of her body the moment Wen Ruohan's hands left her skin, leaving her to sag on her chair with a heaving chest. A few moments later, she heard a strained grunt besides herself and, opening an eye, she watched as Wen Ruohan pleasured herself with the same hands that had wrecked her. Her girlfriend climaxed with barely a sound, all her lineaments relaxing at once.
Some time passed before a worrying thought crossed Lan Qiren's mind.
“Do you think… Anyone heard us?”
“How can you start a discussion right after your first orgasm with someone is beyond me,” Wen Ruohan grumbled. “But don't worry, I don't think anyone is here. It's not really the time people favour to come working. And I may have asked the Cangse girl to plaster fake maintenance notes on the doors leading to this floor saying that there was a deep cleening being made and not to disturb. I knew you wouldn't be able to hold that cute voice in.”
She looked particularly proud of herself as she explained the situation to Lan Qiren.
“Had you planned everything?” Lan Qiren asked in a sigh, somehow not surprised. She started to dress back herself properly, fishing out a handkerchief to clean herself to the best of her ability. Her lower lips, still hot from all the attention which they had gotten, were still sensitive and twitched under her careless touch.
“Well, not everything. It's not like I could have predicted with certainty that you would accept to do it. At the very least, I wanted to be rejected by the prettiest girl of our promotion without any witnesses to my humiliation.”
“I see that you have gone to great lengths for this… encounter.”
“Hm. I'd do anything and everything for you, Renren. Also, I guess you wanna talk about this so I'll go ahead. I said I wanted to be your girlfriend but I know it was kinda rushed. If you want this to be an isolated occurrence, I can understand it.”
Lan Qiren blinked at her.
“Why would I… want that?”
“We didn't even have a date before?” Wen Ruohan asked tentatively. “And we discussed nothing before all of this.”
“We had a date before. A tutoring session-date. Is that not something people do?”
Wen Ruohan smirked, all coyness forgotten.
“You might be onto something, actually. Are you done dressing yourself up? We still have to retrieve the fake warning notes and wash our hands. Then, we can go back to the dormitories.”
Lan Qiren grimaced, reminded of their peculiar situation. A simple wipe with the paper tissue was not enough to clean her fingers from the traces of their previous activities.
“Our bags…”
“We'll come back to take them. No-one will steal our stuff, I think. Do you have your phone and wallet on you?”
“Yes.”
“Then, let's go.”
Following Wen Ruohan's guidance, Lan Qiren took time to scrub her hands clean in the restroom of the building, wrinkling her nose as she felt a thin thread of something slimy come off. Wen Ruohan mimicked her motions in the sink next to hers.
“I was wondering,” Lan Qiren started, “when did you start taking an interest in me? And why did you never tell me anything instead of awkwardly scooting over and ambushing me in the corridors to comment on my outfits?”
“Interest? I was interested in you since the beginning!”
Wen Ruohan went silent as she dried her hands under the airblow.
“But I figured that I liked you when you genuinely, one hundred percents seriously, offered me your jacket the day I told you I had run out of clean clothes and was wearing clothes that had not dried yet. That was adorable. Made me feel all gooey inside, you know? On top of that, you're really smart. Plus, your family is also pretty rich so it's not like an union between the two of us could be that frown upon. As to why I didn't bring it up earlier… You're kinda familiar with the concept of shyness, aren't you?”
“I am pretty sure that I am more familiar with it than you will ever be…” Lan Qiren sighed, faking irritation.
“It gets the best of us,” Wen Ruohan shrugged. “Especially when a pretty Lan girl is involved.”
They went back to the second floor for Wen Ruohan to take off the fake announcements that Cangse Saren had taped on the doors.
“I cannot believe you did something so audacious and transgressive just because you could not handle a potential rejection,” Lan Qiren commented, frowning as she watched her girlfriend neatly fold the papers before putting them in her large pockets.
“Well, it's public humiliation that I cannot handle. To say the truth, it wasn't even that bad and you took profit from it, right?”
“You lied and impersonated the library staff. That looks severe enough for me.” Lan Qiren muttered. “I hope I won't see such behaviours in the future.”
“You're so tyrannical. It's like eighty percents of my charm. The other twenty are my face,” Wen Ruohan whined. “Though, I'm rather surprised you're letting it slide that easily. Thought you would lecture me about this.”
“Lectures only benefit people who are willing to listen. You are not one of them, obviously,” Lan Qiren retorted.
“I'd listen to anything you have to say. Especially if that pretty voice of yours moaned-”
“You-, shameless!” She protested, scarlet red. “Don't say this kind of things in public! This is improper! What if someone hears us!?”
“I know something else you did in public that was very improper,” the woman said with an infuriating, smug smile, catching her arm to intertwine their hands.
“Whatever, it does not matter because we are not ever doing it again in such a degenerate way,” Lan Qiren grumbled.
She could not even believe that it had happened once. What would her family think? Well, she would certainly not tell them, obviously, but still, how was she supposed to explain it to herself? It was so unlikely of her to simply go along with any crazy, transgressive ideas presented by anyone. Did Wen Ruohan's attempts at seduction actually work against her morals? Did it really matter now?
Probably not. Plus, Lan Qiren was complicit as well. In the end, no one had been harmed and that was all that mattered, probably.
They tidied their studying materials and got ready to leave.
“We should plan another date soon. A real one,” Wen Ruohan offered.
“Do you still need to work on Latin grammar?” Lan Qiren inquired as they climbed down the stairs.
“That was just a pretext, Renren. I know my conditional system.”
“What?”
“You know, all the 'if gods exist, they are good', 'if you came, I was happy' and 'if you were to come tomorrow, I would be happy'.”
“You tricked me! You-!”
Before Lan Qiren could try and reignite a sense of shame into Wen Ruohan, her girlfriend leaned into her and kissed her outraged face.
“Now let's go have our first lazy, romantic afternoon as new girlfriends! We worked enough for today.”
Wen Ruohan laughed at her stunned expression and pulled her by the hand, urging her to follow after her as they cut through the campus grass patches to reach the dormitories faster.