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Getting picked on wasn’t new for Luo Binghe.
Whether it was the strange birthmark on her forehead, her lack of a father, or her tattered clothes, there was always a reason for the other kids to push her around.
What was new was a girl with shoulder-length straight hair stepping between Binghe and her bullies. Luo Binghe looked at the girl’s back, protectively spreading out her arms in front of Binghe, as she pushed herself off the ground and tried to rub the dirt off her face.
Luo Binghe knew the uniform the girl was wearing - it was the rich kid’s middle school in the nearby neighbourhood. The same school Ming Fan went to.
“Ming Fan,” the mystery girl said with perfect clarity, “your family imports tea leaves, does it not? Must I tell my father to never do business with a family of bullies?”
Ming Fan practically tripped over herself bowing for forgiveness. “Sh-Shen Yuan! Please don’t!”
“Scram.” Shen Yuan said calmly. Ming Fan and her lackeys ran at the command.
Shen Yuan… Luo Binghe would never forget the name of her saviour. Tears burned at the corner of her eyes.
“H-hey!” Young lady Shen cried out. Before Binghe could come to her senses, she’d already been pulled into a gentle pair of arms. “Crying at your age…”
Was she crying? Binghe sniffled and dug deeper into the embrace. Shen Yuan smelled so good…
Luo Binghe almost whined as the other girl pulled away.
“My house is right around the corner,” Shen Yuan sighed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Luo Binghe had no idea that meeting would change her life. When Binghe’s mother came to pick her up after work, Mr. Shen remarked his darling daughter couldn’t have a friend whose mother worked so late. Upon hearing about her arduous work and declining health, they offered her a job immediately with much better pay.
After years of holding her mother back, Luo Binghe had finally helped her in some way.
While Binghe’s mother worked at the Shen estate, Binghe would play with Shen Yuan. As two girls close in age, they became best friends.
“Okay, I'll read this chapter and you read the next,” Shen Yuan said. The two of them were laying on their stomachs on Shen Yuan’s bed with a large hardcover book open in front of them.
If it were up to Binghe, her new friend would be the one reading everything. Shen Yuan had the loveliest voice Luo Binghe had ever heard.
They spent every day together until the dreaded day came: Mrs. Shen announced she was pregnant.
“Yuan-jie, let’s read together.” Luo Binghe pulled at Shen Yuan’s shirt.
“Shh, not now,” Shen Yuan dismissed. She was too busy pressing her palm against her mother’s belly, where her sister was kicking.
Binghe crossed her arms. “I hate that baby,” Binghe grouched.
Shen Yuan’s brother sipped his drink. “At least wait for her to be born first.”
Shen Tang was born, and all of a sudden, Yuan-jie wanted to do everything with her dumb baby sister.
Where they spent all their days together, now it was all “my meimei is so cute, Binghe” or “did you see her laugh?”
Luo Binghe was cute! Luo Binghe could laugh!
A year into the babypocalypse ruining Binghe’s life, she’d had enough. “You are a nuisance,” Binghe spat while Shen Yuan was out of the room. “I hate you. Things were so much better without you around.”
“Wubba,” the baby replied.
“You can’t take Yuan-jie away from me.”
The baby answered Binghe’s accusations by sticking her tongue out and drooling all over her face. Disgusting.
“Thanks for looking after her,” Shen Yuan said as she returned.
“Yuan-jie, I think she wants to sleep,” Binghe lied. “Let’s do something else.”
“Alright, I’ll just-”
“Yuan!”
Both of them froze.
“Yuan!” Shen Tang repeated.
Oh no. Shen Tang’s first word and it was Shen Yuan’s name. Shen Yuan was near tears beside her. “Did you just say…”
“Yawn-jay!”
“Oh, Binghe!” Shen Yuan grinned. “She’s trying to say Yuan-jie - she learned it from you!”
That little-!
More than any other person in the Shen Estate, Shen Yuan was the most popular– with Binghe at least. Everytime Shen Yuan played with Shen Mei, Luo Binghe was with her, wailing ‘Jie! Yuan-jie! Jiejie!’
“How can I leave her alone when she’s calling for me like this?” Shen Yuan cooed, picking her sister up again.
Shen Mei was at the ripe age of eleven months when she had her first victory over Luo Binghe – the first of many to come.
The way Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan grew into their bodies couldn’t have been more different. Binghe shed tears inside her heart every time she paid an unreasonably high amount of money for a well-fitting bra. Yuan-jie, on the other hand, was small enough that she didn’t even bother wearing anything under her shirts.
With the help of Shen Yuan’s parents, Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan entered the same highschool. With her uniform custom tailored to accommodate her big bust, Binghe stared at Shen Yuan’s chest in envy.
Yeah, this feeling, it was… it was definitely envy…
Yuan-jie was so lucky. She could probably sleep on her stomach at night.
And when she had sex, she’s be able to ride someone without her breasts hurting-
Binghe’s face burned. Why was she imagining her jiejie in a scenario like that? That was… that was gross…
Luo Binghe wasn't insecure about her looks – but when she looked at Shen Yuan’s dainty wrists and pale neck, something uneasy unfurled in her stomach.
She didn't think she was ugly, but compared to Shen Yuan? Who could compare to the most beautiful woman in the world? Her jie's smile attracted people like bees to honey.
Though perhaps honey was too sweet a comparison to Shen Yuan's charms. In truth, she was more similar to sugar water laid out to aid the bees, but so irresistible that her well meaning intentions drowned the people she attracted.
Surely, Shen Yuan was incredibly popular. If Binghe was a boy, she would ask Shen Yuan to marry her in a second.
Hell, if Binghe was a boy, she would be the best boyfriend in the world. She would buy Yuan-jie flowers every week – no, Shen Yuan wouldn't care about flowers. Binghe would buy her jie vocaloid figurines every week!
If Binghe couldn't be with Shen Yuan, she could at least chase away second-rate men unworthy of laoshi's attention. If any boy came near her Yuan-jie, it only took a little flirting to lure them away. Binghe played around with them but dropped them soon enough. As if she could actually have a proper relationship with someone who’d once been interested in her best friend!
One day Binghe brought her homemade lunch to the cafeteria and found Shen Yuan sitting with another girl.
“Pff- haha!” Shen Yuan bumped her shoulder against Liu Qingge's. “Qingge is so funny!”
Liu Qingge’s ears were red.
From then on, the list of people she had to keep away from her jie had expanded from ‘men’ to ‘men and women, and all other genders just to be sure’.
Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe, like most young women did, went shopping together.
Yuan-jie always dressed so elegantly. Her tailored shirts fit her frame beautifully, showcasing her frail figure. Her knee length skirts suited her – modest, but would leave her admirers wishing for more.
They were at a high end boutique - one that Luo Binghe could never afford herself. Shen Yuan would insist on picking something out and paying for it later, for sure. Luo Binghe smiled to herself as she waited outside the changing room for her jie to finish trying on the dress she’d picked.
“Binghe?” Her voice came from the other side of the door. “Could you come in?”
Luo Binghe entered the large changing room.
Shen Yuan looked back over her shoulders, holding up her hair. “Can you unzip this?”
Binghe swallowed nervously and obliged.
Even catching sight of Yuan-jie’s neck was rare – her hair covered any skin on her back that her clothes didn’t.
Continuing down, Binghe just saw more and more of shizun’s bare skin, without any familiar straps. Yuan-jie didn’t wear bras, she remembered. Although she’d always known that in theory, she felt like her mind had gone blank considering this now. If she pulled the dress down and turned Shen Yuan around, she’d be able to see everything…!
With every inch of skin the lowering zipper revealed, Luo Binghe felt her heart pound faster.
The dress slipped off Shen Yuan's shoulders, falling off to show the woman in nothing but lacy black panties.
From behind, she could only see her jie’s slender shoulders and back.
Then, Shen Yuan bent over to pick the dress off the floor.
Binghe’s heart was about to jump out of her chest. She turned around.
Yuan-jie turned back to Binghe, but the multi-layered dress in her arms hid her bare chest. “Binghe? You alright?”
“I'm fine, jie,” Binghe whispered in a daze.
Binghe: I THINK IM GAY
Mobei: Not interested.
Binghe: NOT FOR YOU ???
Binghe: WTF
Binghe: meet me at the ice rink I need to beat the shit out of you to keep you in line
Binghe: you’ve been getting way too damn cocky recently
An hour later, Mobei-Jun hung her head with gritted teeth, both her ego and body severely bruised. “Luo Binghe has once again shown this lowly one the folly of overconfidence. Your power and strength is without question.”
Their relationship had three simple rules:
- Whoever could win in a fight was in charge.
- Mobei didn’t look at Shen Yuan.
- Luo Binghe didn’t look at Xiang Fei.
After beating up Mobei as promised, Luo Binghe sat on a chair, her legs crossed as she did her makeup. Yuan-jie always gushed about how cute and doll-like Binghe was, and well, she wasn't going to give up what was working for her.
“Do you think this eyeshadow looks good on me?” Binghe fluttered her lashes in the small mirror. “My skin has warm undertones so cool shades don't really suit me, but jie likes this colour.”
Mobei replied, “One day I will be strong enough to take revenge on my uncle for the pain he caused me as a child.”
“Oh my god, shut up about that!” Binghe sighed and shut her makeup pallet. “I'm talking about something actually important here!”
On Luo Binghe’s 18th birthday, the Shen family invited her and her mother to celebrate with them. They had a grand dinner before retiring to Shen Yuan’s room for a sleepover.
Were they too old for sleepovers? Who cared? The real question was, could Binghe’s heart handle sharing a bed with the love of her life?
As soon as the door to Shen Yuan’s bedroom closed, Shen Yuan gave Luo Binghe an excited smile that meant she was up to something. “Now that you’re an adult… I got you something.”
This wasn’t helping Luo Binghe stay in control.
Shen Yuan rummaged through her closet and brought out two bottles of wine.
She poured two glasses, handing one to Binghe. The other, she sipped herself before scrunching her face. “This tastes awful.”
“I think we have to drink a lot of it to get used to the taste,” Luo Binghe commented.
“Well, we have a lot,” Shen Yuan sat cross legged on the bed. “Come on.”
Luo Binghe joined her on the mattress, her back to the headboard, and took a sip from her own glass. It really did taste bad.
It took laughably little wine to get Shen Yuan drunk. After just one drink she crawled on all fours until she was sitting right next to Luo Binghe.
“Jie?”
“You know Binghe…” Shen Yuan's head rolled onto Binghe’s shoulder. “I'm really glad you don't have a boyfriend.”
Luo Binghe swallowed nervously. Shen Yuan was wearing nothing but her lacy nightdress. At this angle, Binghe could see down her chest.
“You're so pretty, and smart, and-and so good at cooking,” Shen Yuan sighed. “You're way out of these guys’ league, and I'm glad you know your worth.”
Luo Binghe placed a hand over the back of Shen Yuan’s.
Shen Yuan didn't move it away.
If it were anyone else doing this, Binghe might think she was being flirted with.
Luo Binghe turned her head until she was staring into Shen Yuan’s beautiful brown eyes.
“Yuan-jie…” Binghe breathed out. This close, she could feel Shen Yuan’s warmth, and she wanted nothing more than to sink into it.
Shen Yuan’s eyes flitted quickly from Luo Binghe’s eyes down to her lips and back up again.
Luo Binghe couldn’t take it anymore. She leaned over and captured Shen Yuan’s lips in a kiss. Her lips were soft, and more intoxicating than any she’d had before. Her Yuan-jie moaned and reciprocated the kiss, making Binghe’s heart soar. Her arms went around Shen Yuan’s waist, and her jie settled her hands on Binghe’s shoulders uncertainly.
It was a chaste kiss and the two pulled away quickly. “Did Yuan-jie… like it?”
Shen Yuan’s blush deepened. “I- I’m not gay.” Luo Binghe’s heart sank before Shen Yuan continued, “Kissing doesn't make you gay…” Yuan-jie answered. “Actually, did you know a lot of actresses in lesbian pornos are straight? It's not even gay to have sex with a woman.”
Luo Binghe’s jaw dropped at Shen Yuan’s reasoning, but she pushed it out of mind to focus on the opportunity that had just been presented to her.
“Then…” Binghe said hopefully, “we can kiss a lot, right?”
Their wine was long forgotten as Shen Yuan slipped an arm around Binghe’s neck and pulled her closer. Their breasts pressed together as they kissed, and Luo Binghe resisted the urge to rip off Shen Yuan's dress so she could feel them properly. Her hands wandered atop them, the mounds so small she could easily cup them in full.
“Yuan-jie,” Binghe breathed out against her lips.
“Binghe is so good at this,” Shen Yuan whispered. Luo Binghe shivered. That’s right, Shen Yuan was still a virgin.
“I’ll show Yuan-jie what to do next,” Binghe promised.
She hitched up Shen Yuan’s skirt, leaving the fabric to pool around her waist. She could see the bulge of Shen Yuan’s lower abdomen, and the pretty panties a little lower. Binghe slipped her fingers inside them, and was met with fluid.
“Yuan-jie, are you wet already?” Binghe teased.
“Binghe!” Shen Yuan’s voice came out more as whiny than stern. Binghe grinned and kissed Shen Yuan again, this time licking at her lips with her tongue. Shen Yuan opened her mouth to allow Luo Binghe inside, and she intertwined their tongues together.
Luo Binghe’s drenched middle finger locked onto Shen Yuan’s clitoris, rubbing there as Shen Yuan moaned.
“Oh, Binghe…!” Shen Yuan began rocking in place, grinding against Luo Binghe’s hand. “Binghe, Binghe!”
Binghe’s name sounded so sweet coming from Yuan-jie’s voice…
“Has jie ever touched herself here?” Binghe whispered into her ear. She pulled back her hand, enjoying Shen Yuan’s disappointed groan, and took the panties off. “Don’t worry, your Binghe is here for you. Lay on your back.”
Shen Yuan shuffled down until she was laying on the bed, her cheeks burning. Binghe removed her own pajamas, lifted up Shen Yuan’s thigh, and lined her pussy against Shen Yuan’s. Both of them moaned as their two wet spots met each other and they began to grind into each other’s vaginas.
With every nudge of her clitoris against Shen Yuan’s wet pussy, the two of them moaned. They were rubbing together perfectly in sync where they were most sensitive. Binghe pulled Shen Yuan’s nightdress up further until her breasts were visible, and attached her mouth to a nipple, sucking gently.
Shen Yuan gasped. “Binghe! I’m gonna cum!”
Binghe was close herself as she ground down harder on Shen Yuan. “Hah, me too, Yuan-jie. Let’s, ah, let’s cum together…”
Shen Yuan threw her head back on the mattress as she came with a loud groan. Binghe kept thrusting into Shen Yuan’s pussy until she followed moments later. It was the best orgasm she’d ever had in her life - there was no way she could go back to anything else now that she’d had a taste of Shen Yuan.
They were drenched in each others’ fluids and sweaty, but they didn’t move to clean themselves off. Without a word, they cuddled against each other.
“Jie?” Binghe called out softly.
Shen Yuan was already asleep, curled into Binghe’s side like a sleepy kitten. As soon as the thought entered her head, it refused to leave: Shen Yuan wearing cat ears and a tail, and nothing else.
Luo Binghe closed her eyes with the promise of going to a toy shop the next day to find the items she’d need to make that dream a reality. After all, she was an adult now.
Everyone knew Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe were dating – everyone except Shen Yuan.
Whether Binghe held her hand, kissed her, or ate her out, the woman insisted she was straight. So Binghe thought: why not go along with it?
Marriage? Jiejie, think about the tax benefits!
Honeymoon? Jiejie, capitalism wins when vacation days go to waste!
Leasing a house together? Jiejie, in this economy, there's no other way for young adults to move out!
Shen Yuan responded to every half-assed excuse with unconditional support. On their wedding night Yuan-jie wore bridal lingerie that Binghe matched with red ropes. While she tied her wife up, Shen Yuan said, “You were right about inviting so many people. Did you see all the gifts we got?”
Their wedding night was bliss.
Now to sit back, relax, and grow old with her beloved…
Shen Yuan gently extracted herself from Luo Binghe’s arms, pushing a pillow towards the woman to hold instead. Luo Binghe whined softly in her sleep, but didn't wake. Shen Yuan slipped out of bed quietly, her bare feet against the cold wooden floor.
Entering the living room, she opened up her laptop and typed out a post. She hesitated before hitting submit.
peerlesscucumber posted: I think my friend has a crush on me, but I'm too scared to ask her.
My longtime friend is always telling me she loves me, and I've always thought she meant love as friends, but I'm not sure anymore. For context, we are married-