Chapter 14. Night by the Lake and Return to the Alley
After leaving the alley in Soto City, Ye Chen and Ning Rongrong walked in silence for several minutes, the night air cool against their heated skin. Their hands remained clasped — a quiet anchor amid the storm of emotions that had just passed. When they reached the familiar path leading back to the lake, Ning Rongrong gently tugged him toward the water's edge rather than toward the dormitories.
They settled on the grass once more. The moon hung full and bright, turning the lake into a sheet of liquid silver. Willow branches swayed softly overhead. Ning Rongrong leaned back on her elbows, then slowly parted her legs, the hem of her dress riding up to reveal smooth, pale thighs and the damp pink fabric of her panties.
She looked at him with half-lidded eyes, voice low and inviting.
"Come here," she whispered. "Taste me. Right now. Under the moonlight."
Ye Chen moved without hesitation. He knelt between her thighs, gently pushing the dress higher. He kissed the inside of her knee first, then trailed upward — slow, deliberate kisses along the sensitive skin until he reached the damp center. He hooked a finger under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside, exposing her glistening folds.
His tongue made first contact — a long, slow lick from bottom to top. Ning Rongrong gasped, her hips lifting slightly off the grass. She tasted sweet, warm, intoxicating — the flavor of her arousal mingling with the faint salt of sweat from the earlier encounter. Ye Chen circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing, then flattened it to lap broadly over her entrance.
She moaned openly now — soft at first, then louder, unrestrained. Her fingers threaded through his hair, guiding him closer.
"Yes… like that… deeper…"
He obeyed. His tongue pressed inside her, thrusting in slow, firm strokes while his thumb rubbed gentle circles over her swollen clit. Ning Rongrong's breathing turned ragged; her thighs trembled around his head. She arched her back, hips rolling against his mouth as pleasure built rapidly.
When she came, it was sudden and powerful — a sharp cry escaped her lips, her body convulsing as waves of release rolled through her. Her juices coated his tongue, his chin; he continued licking softly through the aftershocks until she finally relaxed, panting, legs falling open in complete surrender.
She pulled him up and kissed him deeply — tasting herself on his lips, moaning into his mouth.
"Thank you," she breathed against him. "That was… perfect."
They lingered by the lake a while longer, simply holding each other, letting the night calm around them. Eventually they rose, adjusted their clothing, and walked back toward the dormitories. At the fork in the path, Ning Rongrong kissed him once more — slow, lingering — then whispered:
"Tomorrow… let us go back to the city."
Ye Chen nodded.
"If you wish it."
"I do."
The next day passed in routine training — lighter than usual, as though the instructors sensed the group needed recovery. When evening came, Ye Chen and Ning Rongrong slipped away once more, heading straight for the same narrow alley in Soto City.
The homeless man was there again — sitting in the same shadowed corner, wrapped in his ragged cloak. He looked up as they approached, recognition lighting his tired eyes.
"You came back," he rasped, a crooked grin spreading across his face.
Ning Rongrong stepped forward without hesitation. Her voice was soft but steady.
"We did."
She lowered herself onto his lap as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Her dress rode up immediately, exposing the full length of her snow-white thighs. The man's rough, calloused hands wrapped around her narrow waist at once. He began stroking her legs — slow, appreciative slides from ankle to inner thigh, savoring the flawless smoothness of her skin.
Ning Rongrong sighed softly, leaning back against his chest. Her head rested on his shoulder as his fingers climbed higher, brushing the edge of her panties. They were already damp — noticeably so. He slipped a finger beneath the fabric and found her bare, hairless slit — pink, swollen, glistening with arousal.
He pushed one thick finger inside her. She gasped, hips rocking slightly to meet the intrusion. He began thrusting — slow at first, then faster, deeper. Ning Rongrong's moans filled the quiet alley — lewd, unrestrained, filled with pleasure.
After a few minutes, the man tugged the top of her dress down to her waist. Her full, third-size breasts spilled free — round, firm, nipples already hard and pink. He cupped them in both hands, squeezing gently, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. Ning Rongrong arched into his touch, biting her lip.
"May I… suck them?" he asked hoarsely.
She glanced at Ye Chen — who stood in the shadows, eyes dark with arousal — and received his slow nod.
"Yes," she breathed. "You may."
The man leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth — sucking greedily, tongue swirling around the peak, teeth grazing lightly. Ning Rongrong moaned louder, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his finger continued thrusting inside her — now joined by a second, stretching her, filling her.
"May I… lick your pussy?" he asked, voice thick with lust.
Ning Rongrong looked at Ye Chen again. Another slow nod.
"Yes," she whispered. "Please."
The man carefully lifted her and laid her down on the old crate beside him. He spread her legs wide, pushed her dress up to her waist, and lowered his head between her thighs. His tongue made first contact — a broad, slow lick along her slit. Ning Rongrong cried out softly, hips jerking upward.
He devoured her — tongue circling her clit, then plunging deep inside, thrusting in and out in firm, rapid strokes. He sucked her folds, lapped at her entrance, flicked her clit relentlessly. Ning Rongrong writhed beneath him, moans turning into desperate cries. She came once — hard, shuddering, flooding his mouth. He did not stop. He kept licking, sucking, fucking her with his tongue until she climaxed again — and again — each orgasm stronger than the last. Her juices coated his face, ran down his chin; her thighs clamped around his head as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
When she finally collapsed, spent and trembling, her face was a vision of pure debauchery: lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with satisfaction, mouth open in lingering moans.
The man pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand, grinning.
Ning Rongrong sat up slowly, adjusted her panties and dress with shaking fingers. She leaned forward and kissed Ye Chen — a scorching, open-mouthed kiss, pouring all her lingering heat into him, letting him taste what the other man had just savored.
"Let us go," she whispered against his lips. "I need you inside me. Now."
They left the alley hand in hand. The night wrapped around them, warm and silent.
And within Ye Chen, the Nephrite Hat throbbed with greater intensity than ever — drinking deeply from every pulse of humiliation, jealousy, lust, and raw power they had woven together tonight.