Cynical Romantics - Chapter 18 Revealing And Releasing

Qian Mei’s eyes widened.

“Seduce him?” she asked.

Jinyi smiled, “Yes. Reveal your body a bit and don’t be afraid to tell them that you want them. They would go crazy for that stuff.”

Qian Meigui then asked her, “How do you know about stuff like that?”

Jinyi shook her head, “Chill out. I’m still a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know a thing or two about pleasuring a man,” she said determinely.

Qian Mei blushed. She was eighteen and she felt like she knew nothing. And she was receiving advice from a fifteen-year-old girl.

Song Ren nodded. “There are a few things you should know Mei, about your sexuality. We are all grown women and we can finally talk about this stuff. If you’re interested in a man, then I believe you should experiment with yourself. Discover the depths of your body, so that you know how to respond to that man and to know what you want.

Then you must let him know that you want him, and then proceed to tell him how you want him to touch you. He will submit. Then everything else goes on naturally. But if you don’t want to do him, then you can just pleasure him, with your hands or mouth. Men love that, but it is not particularly comfortable for us. But never go down on a man, if he will not go down on you.”

Qian Meigui glanced at Song Ren eye-widened. How she did not know all this stuff. Both Song Ren and Song Jinyi seem to have the experience she lacked.

Qian Meigui took a mental note of everything. She flushed at the sudden thought of doing those things with Song Sheng. She then shook her head vigorously and Ren and Jinyi laughed as if they knew what she was thinking.

After the girls were done their talk, they all went to their separate rooms to sleep. She felt hot on her cheeks as she imagined doing those things with Song Sheng.

As Qian Meigui walked down the hall, wanting to use the bathroom, Song Sheng got out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his bottom, revealing his hard-muscle chest and abdomen. His hair was soaking wet.

Qian Mei flushed as she glanced at his body. She thought of what she had spoken to the girls about and felt embarrassed. She then said, “Excuse me,” before bolting in.

She had forgotten the floor may have been slippery, and she fell.

“Are you okay?” Song Sheng asked.

At impact, she slid across the floor a bit, and the bottom of her nightgown pulled above her waist, revealing her white-lace panties, and her thin straps fell, revealing her cleavage. She quietly shrieked in pain.

Qian Mei flushed and pulled herself half-up in a daze covering herself immediately. She could not stand due to the pain she felt on her right leg. Her nightgown became transparent at the wetness, and since she was not wearing a brassiere, her nipples hardened through the gown due to how cold she was.

She instinctively covered them, and looked away from him.

Song Sheng then turned around and approached the door.

Qian Meigui thought he was leaving, when he suddenly closed the door and locked it when both of them still inside.

Puzzled she asked, “Sheng?”

Song Sheng stood at the door with his back facing her. He then turned around and approached her without looking at her. He bent down and picked her up and placed her over the sink counter. He then grabbed one of her legs and observed it.

Qian Meigui did not realize that a bruise had appeared so quickly. Without saying a word, he went to the compartment and grabbed ointment. He placed the cool cream on her leg. He then asked, “What were you going to do in the washroom?”

“I needed to pee,” she admitted shyly.

Song Sheng lifted her and placed her on the toilet. “Use it,” he said nonchalantly.

Song Sheng walked away, but he didn’t leave. He faced his back against her.

“Wait you’re not leaving?” she asked.

“No, you’re hurt. I will wait and take you to your room.”

Qian Meigui flushed. She was so embarrassed. “Fine.”

Qian Meigui stared at the fine muscles of his back, like an exquisite masterpiece, as she used the toilet.

What Qian Mei did not realize was that Song Sheng glanced side-eye at the mirror. It reflected her gaze at him. His heart sped up, but he maintained composure. He then kept his arms crossed.

When he heard her finish, he turned around and picked her up in one swoop as he brought her to her bedroom.

Qian Meigui wrapped her arms around him tightly, and looked away from him. So embarrassing!

When they got into the bedroom, Song Sheng slowly let her fall on the bed. He leaned in to tuck her in, and she stared at him under the dim-yellow lighting. His wet hair planted across his forehead making him look younger and attractive. She had the urge to pull him closer, but instead she caressed his cheek.

Song Sheng turned to her and met her gaze with darkened eyes. It was sharp with such an intensity that it pierced through her chest. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Nothing, your cheeks look soft.” Song Sheng chuckled and he leaned in to pull her cheeks outwardly. Qian Meigui laughed.

Her laughing expression gradually changed in to a saddened one. “Sometimes I wonder, if I weren’t a Song, would you treat me differently?” Qian Meigui asked.

Song Sheng shook his head, and did not meet her eyes, “I would still treat you the same, Xiao Mei.”

Qian Meigui smiled brightly, “Thank you Sheng, for always being so good to me,” she said while rolling over to her side and drifting away in her sleep.

Once Qian Mei closed her eyes, Song Sheng left her room and headed to his.

Qian Meigui’s expression and image lingered on his mind. She always made gestures that drove him crazy. She would say things that would give him hope, and then dismiss them as being careless or thinking of him as family.

Song Sheng remembered how she danced with him. Back then she revealed herself a bit, and tonight she revealed most of her body unintentionally. When he picked her up to place her on the counter, he had to hold himself back from exploring her legs, her thighs, and the rest of her body.

He got under the covers, and he could not sleep because of his burning lower half. He thought of how flushed she looked in her state in the bathroom. He then reached down to touch himself. The thoughts of her, flooded in his image, and it did not take long to reach his climax. He released himself and went to the bathroom quickly to wash his hands.

He washed his face once more and looked at himself in the mirror, getting a good look and wondering what he could do. Though his father’s words echoing in his mind: Keep a distance between you and Xiao Mei.