As soon as Xiang Han stepped into the house, she saw the woman who had been appearing frequently in front of her lately. With a smile on her face, the dining table was set with exquisite dishes. The auntie was nowhere to be found again, leaving only the two of them at home.
"Xiao Han, you're a bit late coming home from school today. Come and eat quickly." The woman turned to serve the rice, her perfectly shaped back in Xiang Han's sight. Xiang Han subtly glanced over her perky buttocks, complaining in her heart about why this woman dressed so provocatively even at home.
Although she had never accepted it, this seemingly dignified, young, and beautiful woman was her stepmother.
Her mother had passed away several years ago. While she didn't oppose her father remarrying, she truly couldn't accept him marrying a woman not much older than herself.
Since this woman named Yu Ning entered their home, she hadn't tried to build a relationship with her or make her accept her. Instead, she kept her distance as Xiang Han wished. Xiang Han never called her mom or auntie, mostly ignoring her, and Yu Ning rarely initiated conversations with her, only calling her by her full name when absolutely necessary.
Her father seemed like a winner in both career and love life, his company growing larger and recently preparing for an IPO. He was so busy every day, traveling everywhere to meet business partners, leaving only her, Yu Ning, and the auntie at home most of the time.
Everything was normal until a month ago when Yu Ning accidentally discovered her secret by barging into her room. Since then, the atmosphere between them changed. This woman began to approach her intentionally or unintentionally, always "accidentally" being caught by her while changing clothes or bathing.
"Try this sweet and sour pork ribs, I made them myself." Yu Ning picked up a shiny piece of ribs and placed it in her bowl.
Xiang Han glanced at her without saying a word, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating. Yu Ning sat beside her, resting her chin on her hand, watching her eat with a half-smile. Xiang Han paused her hand while picking up food, instinctively looking over to see the other tilting her head with a smile, looking innocent.
She slightly bit her lip, ignoring the foot gently rubbing against her calf, and buried her head in eating.
Last weekend was Xiang Han's birthday, and her father wasn't home either. She went out to celebrate with her classmates and friends, ending up being made to drink a bit too much. By the time she was brought home, she was already drunk.
It was already past one in the morning, and Yu Ning was surprisingly still awake. After taking her from her classmate's hands, she thoughtfully fetched a warm towel to wipe her face. Xiang Han couldn't quite remember how it all happened, but somehow they ended up rolling into each other.
The next day, she didn't go to school. Waking up in a messy bed with a slight hangover headache, she turned her head to see the woman lying on her arm and a bare, smooth shoulder. Her brain froze for half a minute before she abruptly pulled her arm back and hurriedly lifted the blanket.
The sight of their naked bodies and the lascivious scent that wafted out as the blanket was lifted clearly told her what had happened the night before.
The sudden movement of pulling her arm back woke the woman, who let out a sleepy moan and naturally snuggled up, resting her head on Xiang Han's chest, murmuring, 'I've asked for leave for you, let's sleep a bit more...'
After that, their relationship spiraled out of control like a derailed train.
The woman said nothing about the incident, and the flustered and bewildered Xiang Han breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it could be treated as if nothing had happened. However, after that night, Yu Ning's attitude towards Xiang Han became subtly different. She effortlessly transitioned into the role of a lover, showing no awareness of being a stepmother.
Her every gesture exuded charm, her deep and alluring gaze, the deliberate or unintentional teasing, the coquettishness of lingering in Xiang Han's bed at night...
Such high-level tactics were undoubtedly beyond what a high school student could handle. Xiang Han was led astray, her adolescent blood boiling, utterly unable to resist temptation. After several more encounters, the nature of their relationship completely changed.
'Do you have a lot of homework this weekend?' Yu Ning threw the dishes into the sink and left them there, returning to the living room to sit next to Xiang Han, asking as if making small talk.
'Not much.' Although the college entrance exam was approaching, Xiang Han, who had always been confident, never felt particularly stressed about her studies.
'Hmm.' Yu Ning responded casually, then turned to wrap her arms around Xiang Han's waist, resting her head on her shoulder, her eyes still fixed on the TV.
Xiang Han, now accustomed to her affection, showed no reaction, also appearing to focus on the TV.
'Your dad is coming back tomorrow.'
The sudden topic caught Xiang Han off guard. During this time, both had tacitly avoided mentioning him. Thinking of her father now left Xiang Han somewhat dazed.
Yu Ning's focus was clearly not on the man. Her fingers lightly traced Xiang Han's thigh, then she turned her head, their breaths mingling closely as she whispered in Xiang Han's ear, 'Let's stay here today.'
Xiang Han looked down at her. The woman's usual moist gaze hooked her, eyes misty yet seemingly full of unspoken words, irresistibly drawing one in.
Her throat tightened, her breathing involuntarily grew heavier as she grabbed Yu Ning's chin and kissed her fiercely. The intense kiss pleased Yu Ning greatly. Amidst their tangled tongues, she effortlessly unbuttoned the girl's school skirt, pushed aside the underwear, and a hot, hard object sprang out, lively and bouncing into her palm.
A faint smile flickered in her eyes as Yu Ning extended her tongue, which was immediately and eagerly sucked by the other.
She gave it a light flick, the erect flesh rod swaying slightly before she grasped it, stroking from root to tip. Xiang Han's low moan escaped her throat as Yu Ning pulled back, equally breathless. Playing with the object in her hand, she chuckled lightly, 'Do you still need me to teach you now?'
Provoked by her teasing question, the girl's face flushed red, a competitive spirit suddenly surging. She pounced, pinning Yu Ning against the sofa back, kissing down the woman's beautifully curved neck to her chest, just as the clothes were undone, revealing, as expected, no bra underneath.
Stimulated by this wanton realization, Xiang Han's breathing accelerated sharply. She seized one of the breasts, licking, sucking, and biting, pouring all her unreleased heat onto this small fruit.
Yu Ning moaned softly, helplessly holding her head. Teenagers are so easily carried away by passion, leaving marks of her ravages on her breasts every time they made love.
The sofa was too narrow for comfortable maneuvering. Xiang Han laid the naked woman down on the soft carpet, pressing down on her. The extremely hard flesh beneath her pressed noticeably against Yu Ning's thigh. Yu Ning reached down to adjust it, the wet, slick rod pressing against the soaked flower, the sticky juices flowing down the shaft, mixing with the pre-cum oozing from the tip, dampening the carpet.
Before she could fully feel the scorching temperature of their intimate parts, Xiang Han impatiently adjusted her angle and thrust in, the pleasure of being tightly wrapped making her gasp softly as she pushed recklessly to the deepest point.
"Ah... slower..." Yu Ning spread her legs to wrap around her waist, letting out a soft cry at the slightly reckless movements.
At first, Xiang Han would feel at a loss because of her words, but now, she clearly knew whether the other was comfortable or in discomfort, naturally ignoring her words as she moved on her own.
The pure wool carpet insulated them from the hard, cold floor, softly supporting the two. Kneeling on the carpet, Xiang Han was as eager as ever, thrusting repeatedly, making the woman beneath her moan incessantly. Her head was spinning, blank except for the overwhelming desire that had been stirred.
"Mmm... Xiao Han... don't be so... hasty... ah..." Yu Ning arched her neck, her delicate curve more pronounced as she gasped for breath, her collarbones becoming more visible.
"Weren't you the one in a hurry?" Xiang Han grumbled, suddenly mentioning her father's return tomorrow, implying their intimate time was running out and hinting she should cherish the night.
"I'll let you have your fill tonight." No sooner had the words left her mouth than the assault grew fiercer.
The girl wasn't even as tall as Yu Ning, appearing gentle and frail. Who would have thought she possessed such a formidable presence between her legs, and when making love, her energy seemed boundless—urgent, reckless, lacking finesse, driven purely by instinct. The overly intense lovemaking always left Yu Ning unable to control herself, climaxing all over the bed each time. Xiang Han was quite satisfied with this, her youthful, inexplicable desire for conquest and victory greatly fulfilled, driving her to torment Yu Ning even more vigorously.
"Ah, no... I can't... anymore... wu..." The woman sobbed, clinging tightly to her, her body trembling in waves, her legs squeezing her waist forcefully as she plunged into a violent climax.
The girl laughed joyfully, lowering her head to kiss her, gently moving her hips to prolong her pleasure.
After rolling around on the carpet, they returned to Xiang Han's bedroom. Yu Ning had already climaxed three times in the living room and was pressed onto the bed for two more intense sessions before finally begging for mercy, unable to take anymore. Only then did the girl, satisfied, let her go, allowing herself to release.
Yu Ning woke up suddenly for no apparent reason. The moonlight outside the window seeped in, casting a hazy glow in the room. Xiang Han was already deep in sleep. She gazed at the girl's sleeping face, her delicate features still carrying a hint of youthful innocence, like a fruit on the verge of ripening, giving the impression that if one didn't pick it now, someone else would.
She couldn't help but smile, lightly tapping the girl on the nose.