Chapter 4 (Revised)

In July, a southern city like Jialin was a steamer wrapped in heat and humidity. The air was soaked through with sticky heat, as if it had just been scooped out of a jar of honey; even one breath tasted sweet and scalding.

The men on the street were all fixated on some sight. Under the blazing noon sun, they paused in the middle of their work and turned their gazes toward a flashy, teasingly sexy girl on the road.

The women looked on with a mix of displeasure and envy, and those with male companions gave their partners a vicious pinch at the waist.

The woman had honey-colored skin, like warm jade kneaded with molten gold, her body shimmering with a glossy, wanton sheen in the brilliant sunlight.

Her blond hair was styled into two lively twin tails, the tips tinged with a vivid pink, as if two strands of evening glow had been pinned there.

At either side of her crown were emerald-green hair ribbons, accented with white, adding another touch of playful charm.

Gold hoop earrings hung by her ears, catching the light as they swayed. Around her neck was a narrow black velvet choker layered with a thin gold chain that just brushed her collarbones. Her exaggerated, milk-heavy breasts bounced with every step, making it impossible not to imagine how soft they would feel to the touch.

On top, she wore a short white satin-like blouse cut so briefly that a strip of her slender waist showed. Pink cursive letters were embroidered across the fabric, and over it she had thrown on a pale-blue denim short jacket, the material soft and draping, the cuffs casually rolled up, lending her a lazy, spoiled swagger.

On the bottom, she wore faded denim shorts with rough-edged distressing. A gold chain hung at one hip, its links clipped to the belt loop, flashing in tiny sparks as her hips swayed.

On her feet were white satin shoes traced with pink-and-blue patterns, matched with black ankle socks and large-check fishnet stockings. The shoes had puffy uppers, which only made her ankles look even more delicate.

Her fingertips were painted with pink nail polish. With both hands clenched into fists, the anger spoiled some of that original coyness, but it also made her seem wilder. Dressed like that, blending street vitality with neon glamour, she looked like a fairy maiden stepping out of the city lights, yet with a touch of untamed flirtation.

But soon something strange happened. The men all looked a little puzzled, as if they had just been staring at something and had already forgotten what it was. The women were still sulking, but the doubt in their hearts had slipped out through their eyes, or else they simply decided it was their male companions who had caused the trouble and gave those waists another hard pinch.

Dongfang Yuying was long used to scenes like this. In order to better protect the secret identities of every Super Beast Warrior, Aunt Shiyin had spent a great deal of connections and money creating a perception-protection program for the members of the Super Beast Team.

Their clothes, bearing, figures, and even accents would only leave most ordinary people with a fleeting memory, like memories from before the age of three: even when the impression was strong, it remained only a blurry outline.

So Dongfang Yuying's everyday style had always been wild and daring; only at school did she obediently put on a loose uniform and play the well-behaved girl.

What was unexpected was that this perception filter had been designed so that, in order to avoid causing ordinary people too much trouble and to make daily communication among the Super Beast Warriors easier, as long as people knew their names, they would hardly be affected by the filter at all.

On the flip side, to better protect the Super Beast Warriors, if a Super Beast Warrior did not want someone to perceive them, then simply knowing the other person's name would make that person a primary target of the filter, and the level of protection could be adjusted according to the warrior's will.

But that was basically the same as exposing their own identity, so hardly any of the team ever used that final ability.

A somewhat short figure watched Dongfang Yuying, teeth clenched, as she walked into Black Cat Cafe. He took a deep breath, stepped forward, then hesitated and pulled back, his body trembling.

He lifted his phone, then put it down again. A message that had not yet been sent was deleted and rewritten over and over in the draft box. By the time his finger finally pressed the send button, the phone suddenly went black, and a soft but unmistakably male sigh lingered for a long time.

When Dongfang Yuying reached the agreed-upon spot on the cafe's second floor, she saw Ying Ni one-handedly pinning a pretty waitress against the wall, lowering his head to whisper something by her ear. The waitress had practically buried her face in her chest, blushing as red as a monkey's ass, both hands clutching a tray in front of her as she tried to keep a slight distance between herself and Ying Ni.

At first Dongfang Yuying had only been clenching her teeth in anger, but now her mouth was baring its teeth. The beautiful blond twin tails on her head, with their dyed streaks, stood straight up like a cat's bristling tail. Her beastlike eyes reflected the man's perfect, muscular build, and with her hands clenched at her sides, an inexplicably filthy heat rose in her mouth.

"You uncivilized, horny ape. Can't handle your filthy urges unless there's a woman around to deal with them for you?"

Dongfang Yuying took a deep breath, forcing herself to recover her usual loud, easygoing tone. Folding her arms across her chest, she walked over with a look of contempt.

"Long time no see, little Yuying~" The waitress saw a tawny-skinned sexy girl staring at her with furrowed brows, the other girl's breasts even bigger than her own, and she fled the scene like a startled deer. "I'm happy to see you, but why did you scare off the fleshlight I just managed to line up after arriving at 98?"

Ying Ni smiled lazily and walked into the booth, waving for Dongfang Yuying to come sit in his lap.

"If it weren't absolutely necessary, I wouldn't have come to see you, but I still underestimated how shameless you are." The smell unique to Ying Ni drifted into Yuying's mind, mixed with a faint splash of cologne. The female instinct in her instantly stirred a faint itch deep in her womb, but she only frowned harder. Taking a deep breath, she stood a meter away from Ying Ni and looked down at him from above.

"Heh~ Miss Dongfang really is sharp-tongued. I really want to see whether that little mouth can still talk so smoothly when it's wrapped around my cock."

As he spoke, Ying Ni actually unzipped his pants in public and released the cock that had begun to lift its head.

"Eek?! Are you insane?! This is a cafe! There are other people here!"

Dongfang Yuying's face immediately flushed crimson as she backed up several steps in a panic, frantically scanning the surroundings, but her eyes kept locking onto the huge thing under him that had already bullied her before. Cute little gasps kept leaking from her mouth.

"It's lunch break now, and it's exactly the hottest time of day. We're on the second floor, and there are only a few front-desk staff in the shop. I already talked to that waitress and had her help cover for me."

He waved at Dongfang Yuying again. She moved forward a little, crossing her arms in front of her chest, baring her teeth as she glared at his flesh-purple glans steaming with heat.

"I was going to have that fleshlight blow me, but since you scared her away, you'll take her place. You need to do a good job sucking me off, too~"

Ying Ni stared shamelessly at her full red lips, the smell in the air growing a little richer. The half-soft cock had now started to rise, clearly because its owner was imagining the pleasure of being wrapped in Yuying's lips, painted with crimson gloss.

"...At least hold out until we get to a nearby hotel... What if someone sees us? Mm~!"

Dongfang Yuying used her body to block Ying Ni's front, covering that lewd and frightening thing.

"No, no~ This is a booth, and there aren't any students here. Or do you want to break the deal, Miss Dongfang?"

Ying Ni tugged the frowning Dongfang Yuying into his arms and kissed her on the mouth before she could keep ruining the mood.

She closed her eyes, no longer resisting or refusing as she had before. Instead, she shut them and felt her first kiss with all her heart.

His practiced tongue invaded her mouth without restraint, plundering the sweetness there. Her nimble little tongue, struggling in resistance, became his captive, responding clumsily under his guidance. Her eyes half-lidded, endless pink mist seemed unable to dissolve in Yuying's gaze.

"Hurry up~ little Yuying. If more people start showing up in a moment, I really will get angry."

Ying Ni kissed her cheek with a soft laugh, watching her gasp for breath like a fish out of water.

"...Do you... mm... really still have any reason left?...Using your mouth should be enough, right!"

Dongfang Yuying still wore the same shamefaced, gritted-teeth expression, but her legs had unconsciously drawn a little closer together. Drops of sticky, fishy liquid slowly flowed from the insides of her thighs, impossible to tell whether it was sweat or something else.

"Mm-hm~ Just using your mouth is fine~ I can't wait to properly taste Miss Dongfang's tiny little mouth—ah, it's hard already."

Seeing the shameless look on the man's face, Dongfang Yuying bit down on his shoulder: "...You crazy bastard."

Ying Ni laughed and reached out a hand, pressing it against the back of Dongfang Yuying's head. Following the pressure of his hand, she bared her teeth and frowned as she slowly sank down between his thighs.

Half of her body crouched down, her head right beside Ying Ni's already engorged shaft. Ying Ni flexed his waist slightly, and the hard cock slapped against Dongfang Yuying's mature, alluring face.

"! You pervert, all you do is humiliate women!"

But her eyes kept sneaking toward that big cock as it kept being mischievous. The soft flesh of her cheek was used as a cushion for it as it rubbed back and forth, and a few drops of foul pre-cum shot from the urethral opening in excitement, staining her face with Ying Ni's scent.

"Start already~ My cock's hard enough to hurt~!"

Dongfang Yuying gave him a sultry sidelong glance, her five fingers lightly gripping the rough shaft, feeling the veins pulse beneath her palm.

Her lips puckered slightly, then pressed gently against Ying Ni's sensitive glans.

"Hiss~ As expected, you're a top-grade semen-sucking slutty pair of lips~!"

Seeing how much he liked it, Dongfang Yuying copied the way she had seen in porn anime, her fingers exerting a bit of force as they pumped up and down. Her lips sealed around the entire glans, and she used her rosy little tongue as a cushion for the cock, circling around it.

"Tch! Such strong suction~! Miss Dongfang really likes men's cocks that much?~"

Dongfang Yuying's eyes turned cold. She glared up at that flippant piece of trash, but that only made Ying Ni even more excited, because a beauty who was deep in the business of sucking cock and throwing a sidelong glare of complaint was even more arousing.

The cock swelled under her mouth's service until it was nearly thirty centimeters long. Its smell drilled into Dongfang Yuying's mind through her mouth and nose together, violently stirring her thoughts.

"Sluuurp❤chu❤glub-chu❤."

The obscene sucking sounds bound the hormones between them together. In Ying Ni's view, the slightly pursed mouth became a ridiculous Peashooter face, to the point that even he started unconsciously thrusting his hips to match it.

"Hrrrllp❤chu-glub~~!"

Dongfang Yuying shot him an angry warning look, telling Ying Ni not to make any little moves. Then she loosened her mouth from that enormous purple-red glans, leaving strings of silver between the pre-cum and Yuying's saliva.

"You bastard~❤ Hurry up and cum for me, tsk, your cock stinks to high heaven❤~"

That spoiled, coaxing tone made a scumbag like Ying Ni enjoy it even more. She spat the foul moisture in her mouth onto the ferocious glans as lubricant, then used her other hand to wrap her palm around the head, her fingers loosely cupping it as she worked her wrist in small, grinding motions.

She puckered her mouth and stuck out her red tongue. From the earlier probing, Dongfang Yuying had discovered that Ying Ni's corona ridge was also extremely sensitive, so her little tongue now poked from that puckered little mouth and focused on that spot.

"Damn it, your slutty mouth and tongue are way too slutty~! Hammering the weak points nonstop is really unbearable!"

Ying Ni drew in a sharp breath, then let out a pleasurable sigh. The eight sharply defined abdominal muscles on his torso tensed. Dongfang Yuying, hearing his praise, curved her brows, as if quite proud of having pinned down this annoying bastard's weak spot.

"Your technique is brutal too. Are you fantasizing about my cock at home all the time, practicing on it?"

When Dongfang Yuying heard that, her expression changed. She glared at him. "Sluuurp❤ Hiss, so annoying❤. Hurry up and cum❤ glub-suck❤ you dead pervert❤ sluuurp❤."

As time slowly dragged on, the flesh in her mouth only grew larger and larger, with no sign of ejaculating at all.

Dongfang Yuying had no choice but to start roaming over the entire shaft with her tongue, trying to find a new sensitive spot.

Dongfang Yuying left countless lip marks of all sizes all over Ying Ni's cock, making it look especially eye-catching.

Meanwhile, several stray pubic hairs had gotten caught at the corner of Dongfang Yuying's mouth, stripping away some of her girlish liveliness and adding a depraved quality that was even harder to resist.

Fifteen minutes later...

"What's wrong?~❤ Hurry up and cum already, you libido ape~❤ glub-chu glub-chu~"

Dongfang Yuying's mouth was starting to ache a little, but Ying Ni's big cock was still rock-hard. Her mouth and tongue were far more practiced than they had been at the start, and a great deal of filthy, rancid juice leaked from the base of her thighs onto the cafe floor.

The clothes over her chest had also become somewhat disheveled. A little saliva and pre-cum had dripped onto her breast flesh, leaving her nipples and the pale-pink areolas faintly exposed.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. If you want me to surrender, you'll have to make it even hotter. For example, take it into the deep part of your mouth."

"............"

Dongfang Yuying used her little tongue to drag forcefully across the bulging vein on Ying Ni's cock, then aimed that bad thing toward her entrance and slowly took it into her mouth.

"Hoh❤~! Hah!!"

But Ying Ni's cock was just too big. The moment Dongfang Yuying took in only the glans, she felt there was no room left in her mouth for anything else.

She began sucking hard on the part she had taken in, stretching her lips into a ridiculous Peashooter face.

"Sluuurp❤ ho-glub❤ hoh-mm-chu❤ sluuurp-chu-hoh~!"

Just then, a waitress suddenly led over a somewhat short man. From a distance, one could already hear the waitress calling, "Miss Dongfang... Miss Dongfang~ Are you busy? There's a customer looking for you!"

"Ah, I can see her. She does seem to be busy. Please lead the way for me."

The voice was very soft, yet it sounded unmistakably male. Because Ying Ni was lying on the booth sofa with his body obscured by the partition, the very polite young man outside did not notice him.

"Mm~ Yuying, good afternoon. Are you busy right now?"

Ying Ni immediately recognized whose voice it was: the boy wrapped in love's embrace, Wang Chaoyang.