Chapter 63: Toying
The vast office was empty, the weak sunlight from outside only illuminating half of Shen Yuhe’s face.
The other half was shrouded in shadow, obscuring her expression, only her dark, mist-filled eyes, framed by long, thick lashes, visible.
Suddenly, her finger pressed against Xiang Er’s lips, and Xiang Er, who should have shyly averted her gaze, couldn’t. She stared into those eyes, as if gazing into the depths of a bottomless abyss.
A distinct sense of fear gripped her heart, different from the usual flustered feeling of being cornered by Shen Yuhe, its source unknown, yet persistent.
She firmly turned her head away, dodging Shen Yuhe’s finger, pushing her away, shaking her head frantically:
“No! Don’t! Don’t!”
She didn’t even know what she was refusing, driven by pure instinct, her hands pushing blindly, then suddenly encountering the rough texture of the bandage on Shen Yuhe’s shoulder, making her freeze.
Her mind cleared, and she realized… what was she doing?
Trying to push away her savior, the object of her affection, the only woman she had ever felt this way about, her potential first love… was she losing her mind?
Xiang Er quickly withdrew her hand, her gaze filled with apology:
“Ah… I didn’t hurt you, did I? I’m so sorry…”
But Shen Yuhe caught her hand, her gaze fixed on Xiang Er’s, and placed Xiang Er’s hand against her cheek.
Then… she extended her tongue and gently licked Xiang Er’s palm.
“Ah…”
In the familiar office, filled with desks, chairs, and computers, Xiang Er’s freedom was completely taken away, Shen Yuhe’s presence overwhelming, their breaths mingling…
This was already incredibly embarrassing, if any of her colleagues saw this, she would die of shame!
And now, her hand was being licked by a warm, wet tongue.
Xiang Er was about to explode.
An unbearable tingling sensation spread through her palm, a sweet, almost painful pleasure, like sinking into quicksand, the more she struggled, the deeper she sank…
Shen Yuhe’s grip on her wrist was firm, inescapable, her long, red tongue, like a serpent’s, tracing the lines of Xiang Er’s palm, from the center to the base of her fingers…
“Let go… ah…”
Xiang Er barely dared to make a sound, her voice high-pitched and strained, unnatural, even her whispered plea echoing through the empty office, she was going to lose it!
And yet, at this excruciating moment, her senses were heightened, and she heard footsteps approaching… from the direction of the meeting room.
She endured the wet, slimy sensation and glanced towards the sound.
It was… Officer An… A wave of shame washed over Xiang Er, and she quickly averted her gaze, biting her lip, turning her face away from Shen Yuhe as well. This was… too much… she wanted to bury her head in the sand and never come out!
And so, she didn’t see…
An Yue walking slowly, mechanically, towards them, her eyes vacant, as if her soul had been taken.
But deep within her eyes, a flicker of fire occasionally flared, a spark of resistance, a sign that she wasn’t completely under control.
And the moment she appeared, Shen Yuhe stopped, turning to look at An Yue, her gaze sweeping over her face and eyes, noticing the small sparks of defiance within them.
Shen Yuhe raised an eyebrow, and, right in front of An Yue, extended her tongue, red as blood, and continued, provocatively, to lick, to caress, to savor, one of Xiang Er’s fingers.
It was a blatant challenge. An Yue couldn’t save the girl trapped in Shen Yuhe’s grasp, she couldn’t even save herself, she couldn’t save anyone, she could only watch, helplessly, as it all unfolded.
This was the best way to break a warrior, like slow-cooking a chicken in a simmering broth, until the skin and flesh melted away, leaving only bones, the soul extinguished. It was a simple trick for a Evil God, a common form of amusement.
An Yue’s steps faltered, her face contorted, her limbs twitching. She was still trying to resist, how interesting.
Shen Yuhe removed her tongue from Xiang Er’s finger, but the torment didn’t end.
She took Xiang Er’s wet, glistening finger and put it in her mouth!
Xiang Er gasped, turning her head, her face a mask of fear and shame, staring at Shen Yuhe in shock!
Bright red lips engulfed the pale, almost translucent finger, Shen Yuhe’s throat moving slightly, as if she had bitten it off, swallowed it whole, absorbing it into her very being!
This horrifying, almost mesmerizing scene made An Yue’s eyes widen, her body instinctively lunging forward!
But her body wavered, and she could only stand there, her gaze lowered, her voice flat and lifeless:
“Ms. Shen, I’ll go attend to my other duties. Please excuse me.”
Shen Yuhe slowly released Xiang Er’s finger, a slow, wicked smile curving her lips:
“Very well, Officer An. I’ll be in charge of matters here from now on, you can request a transfer.”
Shen Yuhe’s tone was official, but her actions were far from proper, her hand still gripping Xiang Er’s wrist, her body pressing Xiang Er against the wall, the warmth of their bodies almost heating the wall itself.
Xiang Er, still unable to move, her face burning with shame, raised her other hand to cover her face, wishing her hand were larger, wishing she could disappear.
An Yue, standing a few feet away, nodded, her voice respectful and submissive:
“Thank you for your consideration.”
She said, walking towards them without meeting their eyes.
As she passed by Shen Yuhe, she nodded politely, completely ignoring Xiang Er, trapped and helpless in Shen Yuhe’s grasp.
Her tall, broad figure walked out of the office, disappearing quickly. And Xiang Er, watching her leave, felt a strange, unsettling pang of despair.
She seemed… to be carrying a heavy burden, each step a struggle.
Perhaps being an investigator was a truly stressful job… but!
Xiang Er turned her head, she had no time to worry about other people’s pain, she had just been utterly humiliated in front of Officer An! It was all Shen Yuhe’s fault, doing such things here!
She glared at Shen Yuhe, her voice low and angry:
“Let go of me!”
Shen Yuhe looked at her, a smile playing on her lips, as if amused by a grumpy little animal, not threatened at all, just… finding her cute.
She released Xiang Er’s hand, pinching her nose playfully, her voice low and husky:
“Are you that angry? Were you… uncomfortable just now?”
Xiang Er was momentarily speechless. This… how to put it… comfortable or not… she retorted defensively:
“What comfortable or not, you’re being ridiculous! We’re at the company, how could you…”
Shen Yuhe stepped back slightly, giving her some space, and chuckled:
“So you mean, it’s okay if we’re not at the company?”
Xiang Er, walking back to her workstation, almost stumbled, and she turned, glaring at Shen Yuhe:
“It’s not okay anywhere!”
Shen Yuhe, with a mock-pitiful expression, leaned closer:
“Then when is it okay?”
Xiang Er:
“…”
She grabbed a tissue and tried to wipe her hand, but it only made it feel stickier, and she threw the tissue away, heading to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Shen Yuhe followed her to the bathroom, leaning against the wall, watching her.
The sound of running water, the cold water against her skin, calmed Xiang Er’s nerves, her breathing returning to normal, the anger towards Shen Yuhe fading.
Shen Yuhe’s voice, mingling with the sound of water, asked:
“Do you like Officer An?”
Xiang Er:
“I don’t really know her, we just met, why?”
She turned to look at Shen Yuhe, her expression serious, almost sullen, and a sudden realization made Xiang Er’s eyes widen:
“Are you… are you jealous?!”
Shen Yuhe stared at her intently:
“You’re just realizing this now?”
Xiang Er’s face, which had just returned to its normal paleness, instantly flushed crimson. So… so she had been acting like this because she was jealous… she really did like her that much…
Xiang Er quickly lowered her head, continuing to wash her hands, her skin burning from the icy water, unable to respond, just continuing to wash her hands. “You idiot. I’m afraid… afraid that someone will steal you away…”
Shen Yuhe suddenly leaned closer, her words a mixture of sigh and confession, whispered against Xiang Er’s ear.
The words ended in a sigh of regret, tenderness and affection woven into her low, magnetic voice, like a melody from another world, intoxicating.
Shen Yuhe stepped closer and gently pulled Xiang Er into an embrace.
The water continued to flow, but Xiang Er’s mind was elsewhere, her soul soaring, looking at Shen Yuhe’s beautiful face, a wave of joy washing over her, her reason fading.
…
When Xiang Er finally came back to her senses, she was leaning against Shen Yuhe, her body limp, her forehead, eyes, nose… all kissed, Shen Yuhe’s lips almost touching hers.
Her eyes were hazy, she could barely see what Shen Yuhe was doing, but… just as those red lips were about to touch hers, their breaths mingling…
“No!”
Xiang Er abruptly pulled away and stood up straight, looking at her flushed face in the mirror, her voice filled with disbelief:
“You, you! You’re… you’re terrifying!”
Shen Yuhe’s arms were suddenly empty, and she looked at Xiang Er’s reflection in the mirror, her face puzzled:
“What’s wrong?”
Xiang Er, suddenly angry, said:
“You’re asking me what’s wrong! Don’t you realize where we are? We’re in a bathroom!”
Shen Yuhe’s confusion deepened, a hint of grievance appearing on her beautiful face:
“What’s wrong with the bathroom?”
Xiang Er, looking at that innocent face in the mirror, was even more exasperated, her anger turning into laughter:
“Whose first kiss happens in a bathroom! A first kiss! In a bathroom! How am I supposed to remember this fondly?!”
Shen Yuhe:
“…”
My apologies, she was just a newly arrived Evil God, unfamiliar with human customs, a clear miscalculation.
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