But when she thought about revealing herself to the boy she'd been secretly watching, her feelings changed completely. Nervousness and shyness bloomed, intertwined with a burning curiosity about his reaction. Heat flooded through her. Curled up on her bed, face buried in her knees, a blush warming her cheeks, Xia Yao hovered her finger over the send button on Zhou Ye's chat window. 

Finally, she sent the picture. The moment it went through, she completely hid her face, overwhelmed with anticipation of his response. He was probably still walking home, she thought, about to be unexpectedly bombarded with a topless photo of her.

A short while later, the sound in her headphones shifted, a strange urgency in his breathing. She could faintly hear him panting, laced with a subtle, undeniable lvst. "I saw the picture… good girl." 

His voice, filtered through the phone, felt distant, lacking the usual intimacy of his whispers against her ear. Yet, this subtle remove only intensified the shivers down her spine. "I've been wanting to tell you all night… your br3asts are so beautiful. Full and perky, I can't even get my whole hand around them, they spill out between my fingers."

Zhou Ye leaned against a wall, the rough brick pressing against his back, blue veins prominent on his long, bony fingers. The dim light obscured his expression, but the streetlamp illuminated the sharp angles of his jaw and the clean lines of his neck. One hand pumped rhythmically against his gr0in, while the thumb of his other hand grazed the screen, tracing the outline of her pale br3asts.

Her n1pples were a perfect shade of pink, the areolas just the right size. Zhou Ye remembered their sweet taste, the way they felt against his tongue. Even now, taking a deep breath, he could almost smell the sweet, fruity scent that clung to her, like a ripe peach.

Her voice trembled slightly, a hint of shyness coloring her words as she softly complained, “You were a little rough with me tonight.”

“I’m sorry… It’s just that your b3asts are so soft, so perfect. Just looking at them makes me want to touch you.”

Zhou Ye licked his dry lips, his thumb pressing hard against the head of his c0ck, almost cruelly. His index and middle fingers rubbed against the frenvlum, back and forth. Clear precvm oozed from the deep pink tip, slicking the shaft as he stroked himself. It was a sure sign of how aroused he was.

“I love kneading your bre4sts like that. Just thinking about it is turning me on… Will you touch yourself for me? Rub your left one, the one I kissed until it was all red and swollen.”

A delicate blush, like the soft glow of sunset, crept across Xia Yao's face. Compelled by an unseen force, she brought her hand to her left br3ast and began to caress it.

“Are you touching it?” he asked.

“Mmm… I’m touching it.”

“Baby, what does it feel like when you touch yourself?”

Xia Yao lowered her head, one hand still kneading her left br3ast. Unable to resist, her other hand drifted down between her legs. She pressed three fingers together and began to stroke the already damp folds of her s3x.

“It feels heavy…and soft.”

“Do you want me to svck on it?”

“....” 

Her neck flushed a deeper crimson, the corners of her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Heat bloomed across her skin, painting the delicate curve of her nape a vibrant pink. Soft tendrils of hair, damp with perspiration, cascaded over her shoulders and back, partially veiling the quiet flutter of her thick lashes. The mere thought of her boyfriend’s mouth on her bre4sts, drawing and suckling, sent a shiver through her, leaving her unsure where to even put her hands. Should she rest them on his shoulders?

Light streamed into the girl's room, but she seemed lost in another world entirely—a world of er0tic fantasies. 

"Baby, I want to show you something." 

"What is it?" She avoided answering Zhou Ye’s provocative question, opting instead to respond to something a little less suggestive. "I'm sending you a video. Answer it."