Chapter 43.1

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“What I meant is… I haven’t showered yet.”

The words left Qiao Ziman’s lips, and she immediately buried her head in embarrassment, unable to meet Chi Yin’s gaze. Her face burned as if it were on fire.

Chi Yin’s fingers, which had frozen mid-air, slowly curled into a fist as she turned back to Qiao Ziman, her expression incredulous. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

Qiao Ziman, mustering her courage, gently tugged on Chi Yin’s wrist and brought her closer. Her voice was soft but steady. “I know.”

Chi Yin’s heart wavered at the sincerity in her tone, but before she could say anything, Qiao Ziman took a deep breath, her next words bold and unflinchingly direct.

“Let’s… go to bed.”

Chi Yin stood rooted in place, utterly stunned by the raw, unabashed honesty of Qiao Ziman’s words. For a long moment, she couldn’t find her voice, unable to process what she had just heard.

But Qiao Ziman wasn’t done. Her next words were barely above a whisper, but the determination behind them was unmistakable.

“Yinyin, I want you.”

A buzzing sound seemed to echo in Chi Yin’s mind as her thoughts went blank, her reason swept away entirely by an overwhelming tide of desire. Without hesitation, she grabbed Qiao Ziman’s hand, her grip firm as she slipped her arm around Ziman’s waist, lifting her effortlessly into the air.

Qiao Ziman gasped, her arms instinctively wrapping around Chi Yin’s neck for balance. Their faces drew closer, lips brushing, and the warmth of Chi Yin’s slightly ragged breaths mingled with a fervent, urgent kiss that followed.

Still locked in their passionate embrace, they stumbled their way toward the bathroom. Chi Yin’s shoulder slammed against the door, pushing it open, her hand fumbling to turn on the shower. Warm water cascaded down, soaking through their clothes as steam filled the room, adding a rosy flush to their already burning cheeks.

Chi Yin’s lips claimed Qiao Ziman’s again, this time more deeply, more possessively. Her teeth lightly grazed Ziman’s lips before her tongue followed, gentle yet assertive, capturing every shaky breath and muffled sound that tried to escape.

Qiao Ziman’s face felt as though it were on fire. Her hands found their way to Chi Yin’s shoulders, gripping them tightly as if to ground herself. Though Chi Yin’s actions were not rough, the urgency behind them was unmistakable, each movement charged with raw, unspoken intensity.

The warm water hit their backs, cascading over them in steady streams, as they were completely consumed by the moment.

Chi Yin pressed closer, her heated breath brushing against Qiao Ziman’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. She felt her tightly clenched hands gently pried open as the straps of her attire were deftly pulled away, the fabric slipping from her skin.

Though the bathroom was filled with swirling steam, it couldn’t compare to the misty, shimmering tears in Qiao Ziman’s eyes. The fabric was peeled away layer by layer, leaving her leaning against Chi Yin. Her back met the soft, damp touch of the tiles, a sensation heightened by the heat radiating from Chi Yin’s presence.

The lace was teased, then pulled aside entirely. The scant material, already sparse, was soon gone. Qiao Ziman’s ears turned crimson, the blush spreading to her neck, which bore faint red marks from Chi Yin’s earlier bites.

She panted softly, her breaths unsteady, her heart racing as her legs trembled. She clung to Chi Yin for support, barely able to stand on her own. Noticing this, Chi Yin leaned back slightly, allowing her a moment to catch her breath. Her voice was husky, tinged with restraint. “Shall we continue?”

Their gazes met. Qiao Ziman found herself staring into eyes that burned with a fire so intense it left her breathless. Her body heated as though set ablaze, and she instinctively moved to nod.

But just as she was about to, her eyes inadvertently caught sight of the full-length mirror behind them. The reflection froze her in place. Two bodies intertwined, their forms painted with desire, the scene almost unbearably intimate.

Her face flushed even deeper as she hurriedly turned her head away, pressing her face into Chi Yin’s shoulder. In a small, shaky voice, she whispered, “Let’s go back to the bedroom.”

The soft, murmured permission in Qiao Ziman’s words only served to ignite Chi Yin’s desire further. She leaned in once again, their lips meeting as they kissed fervently, making their way out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of water behind them.

Moments later, they tumbled onto the soft bed, the atmosphere charged with heat and intensity. Chi Yin gently brushed aside the damp strands of hair that clung to Qiao Ziman’s face, revealing eyes that were usually clear and bright but now shimmered with a hazy allure, as though stirred by a spring breeze. Her gaze was soft and inviting, her vulnerability laid bare.

Chi Yin’s expression softened, her fiery intensity ebbing into something tender. Her kisses slowed, turning gentle, each one deliberate and filled with care. Her lips trailed from Qiao Ziman’s, skimming along the edges of her mouth before brushing her long lashes. She continued downward, her touch featherlight.

But just then, an urgent ringtone shattered the moment, its sharp sound cutting through the charged atmosphere. Chi Yin froze for a moment, her first instinct to ignore the intrusive noise. However, the persistent ringing continued, relentless and demanding attention.

With a small sigh of frustration, Qiao Ziman’s focus returned, her dazed gaze sharpening. She wriggled out of Chi Yin’s embrace and reached for the phone on the bedside table.

The screen lit up with a name: Ji Yun.

Qiao Ziman answered the call, her breathing still unsteady. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Ji Yun’s worried voice came through. “Qiaoqiao, are you home yet? I just called Boss Chi to pick you up—did she find you?”

Qiao Ziman froze. !!! So that’s why Chi Yin had shown up at the bar—it was all because of this troublemaker! Before she could respond, Chi Yin snatched the phone from her hand, her expression impatient. “She’s home. Do you have something important to say? Maybe check the time before you call next time?”

Ji Yun was momentarily stunned. Huh? Something doesn’t sound right here. Her instincts kicking in, she hesitated before cautiously testing the waters. “Wait… am I interrupting something?”

Chi Yin’s voice turned icy, each word laced with unmistakable menace. “What do you think?”

Oh. Ohhhhhh. Ji Yun’s eyes widened in realization as the pieces clicked into place. She suddenly burst into excitement, spinning around her living room like she’d hit the jackpot. Finally! It’s happening! My friend Qiaoqiao is finally going to be—

She pumped a fist in the air, her grin stretching ear to ear. “Nice! Great job, Boss Chi!” she muttered to herself, thrilled beyond belief. Her bestie was finally about to be dominated!

Lying under the covers, Yu Shuyan grabbed a pillow and hurled it with precision, hitting Ji Yun squarely on the back of the head.

“Ow!” Ji Yun yelped, rubbing the sore spot as she spun around, glaring. “You’ve still got energy left to throw things?”

Propping herself up on the bed, Yu Shuyan rolled her eyes and smirked. “What, are you worn out already? Big Butch One?” She spat the last three words with deliberate emphasis, each syllable dripping with mockery.

Ji Yun’s temper flared instantly, her face reddening as she pointed a finger at Yu Shuyan, gritting through clenched teeth. “Fine, you said it. Let’s see if you’ll be begging for mercy later.” With that, she ended the call with a sharp press of a button.

Hearing the abrupt busy tone from the phone, Chi Yin and Qiao Ziman exchanged bewildered glances. Chi Yin frowned. “Did I just hear Yu Shuyan’s voice?”

Qiao Ziman, equally stunned, struggled to process what she’d just heard. So Ji Yun is really a Big Butch One? It turned out she wasn’t so different from herself—both were, well, on top in their relationships. Who would’ve thought?

Chi Yin broke the silence, her confusion deepening. “How did she end up with Ji Yun?”

Qiao Ziman considered the question for a moment before replying, “It’s… a bit complicated.”

Chi Yin raised an eyebrow as if expecting more, but before she could press further, the atmosphere shifted as they both grappled with the implications of the unexpected revelation.

The atmosphere, abruptly interrupted, became tinged with a subtle awkwardness. Qiao Ziman hesitated, wondering, Do we continue? She lifted her gaze and immediately met Chi Yin’s still-burning eyes. The intensity of her stare, paired with her soft and lingering voice, broke through her thoughts. “Qiao Ziman, you’re not focused.”

Qiao Ziman felt her heart skip a beat. Remembering her role as the instigator this time, she mustered her courage, leaned forward, and pressed Chi Yin back down onto the bed, resuming their earlier kiss. As their lips parted briefly, Chi Yin tilted her head slightly and asked, “The other day, you said you were on your period and stained three pairs of underwear. But… you weren’t.”

Her voice lowered, but the words carried a sharp edge. “So, how exactly did those three pairs get dirty?”

Qiao Ziman froze. Her mind raced as the memory resurfaced, and in an instant, her face flushed a deep, fiery red. She bit her lip hard, unable to respond, embarrassment tying her tongue.

Chi Yin noticed her reaction and reached down without hesitation.

The soft, damp sensation confirmed her suspicions. Qiao Ziman’s entire body tensed as if struck by lightning, a shudder coursing through her as she stammered, “W-what are you doing?”

Chi Yin calmly withdrew her hand, a faint, glistening silver thread clinging to her fingertips. Holding her hand up for Qiao Ziman to see, she asked with a faint smirk, “Is it because of this?”

Mortified beyond belief, Qiao Ziman’s voice trembled as she tried to protest, her cheeks burning hotter than ever. “You…!”

“And what about me?” Chi Yin murmured as she flipped their positions, pinning Qiao Ziman’s wrists above her head with practiced ease.

“Let me go!” Qiao Ziman protested, still unwilling to give in. “I’m the teacher here!”

But her defiance was cut short as Chi Yin’s warm lips silenced her, capturing her words and turning them into nothing more than soft, muffled murmurs. The kisses deepened and traveled lower, each one more deliberate than the last.