Chen Ling didn't ask Yaxi what it meant to be a dog or how to be one. Perhaps the mind of the top student in the grade was different from ordinary people, treating "being a dog" as a role-playing game, like playing house.
Their faces remained very close.
Yaxi asked, "You agreed without even knowing how to be a dog?"
Chen Ling lifted the blanket, draping it around her back to shield her from the cold, and said earnestly, "I know. It means to obey you completely. Whether it's favors, sex, or labor, I'll do whatever you say."
When Chen Ling said the word "sex," his expression didn't change; a fake smile still lingered in his eyes.
Yaxi pulled the blanket over herself, only then realizing how cold it had been.
Perhaps he had already had plenty of experiences with Xu Xiaoyi, and sex was nothing special to him. Even if Xu Xiaoyi was innocent, she wouldn't share such intimate details between lovers with Yaxi.
She had thought they hadn't reached that stage yet.
Suddenly, she felt a pang of grievance, tinged with anger.
Since the raw rice had entered her pot, she had to show some authority to let him know he couldn't escape.
"Don't just talk the talk; you need to do something to show me you understand."
She abruptly pushed Chen Ling onto the bed, spread the blanket, and straddled him with her right leg.
The blanket was heavy, pressing her down, and her face "plopped" onto Chen Ling's chest.
Chen Ling, who had been perfectly calm moments ago, had a tremor in his eyes, but Yaxi didn't notice.
She had prepared to be fierce and intimidating today, to scare him into submission. Now, with her legs clamping his waist and bent beside his thighs, and because she was lying down, her butt was slightly raised, her soft breasts pressing against his abdomen.
The position was very strange.
Meanwhile, Chen Ling's body was stiff—not just his bones, but his muscles, taut with tension. Yaxi suddenly realized that he only seemed slim usually because of his height and good proportions.
This made her feel less imposing.
To make matters worse, Chen Ling's hands were supporting her butt, lifting it slightly.
As a result, her lower part shifted upward a bit.
It pressed against something soft and large, and she instantly knew what it was.
Recalling dreams from her past, her private area itched, and soon a few drops of moisture seeped out.
A low, hoarse voice came from above: "What do you want me to do? Then I…"
"No!" Yaxi gasped, her voice panicked, cutting him off. "You don't need to do anything; I'll teach you."
With that, she sniffed the body near her face, closed her eyes, mustered her courage, and stuck out her tongue.
She licked a soft little fruit.
The person beneath her shuddered, and Yaxi immediately licked again.
Chen Ling stayed still, his body tensing even more.
Yaxi had no real experience, only having watched some adult films. But those films often showed ugly men mistreating beautiful women, which made her nauseous, so she hadn't learned any proper techniques from them.
She relied on instinct, feeling the little nub under her tongue harden, so she sucked on his "fruit" through his clothes, licking it up and down in circles.
While doing this, she felt the scene was too static, all her nerves focused solely on this one point of contact, which felt awkward. She wanted to make some noise. With that thought, her butt began to move on its own. Her lower part started rubbing against his, sliding up and down without rhythm.
But his part didn't get hard.
Yaxi grew a bit angry, so she rubbed her nose against Chen Ling's chest, shifted to the right, and began licking his other side.
Though Chen Ling was forced to obey her and couldn't get an erection without desire, she could clearly sense his arousal.
Because every time Yaxi rolled her tongue over his nipple and then bit down, Chen Ling let out a very soft whimper.
A low, vulnerable sound only she could hear.
Yaxi was glad her first real experience taught her that sex and love aren't necessarily linked. Chen Ling didn't love her, but he could still feel pleasure from her actions, and with her persistent rubbing, his initially soft part gradually grew more substantial.
She got excited, her head buzzing, and she spoke without restraint. Biting his nipple, she said, "Chen Ling, your tits smell so good."
There was a faint light under the blanket, but it felt darker than night. All sensations were concentrated on the few points where they touched, and vision took a backseat.
So Yaxi didn't see that after she spoke, Chen Ling's hands gripped the bedsheet tightly, the veins on his pale hands bulging.
Yaxi was on a roll, shaking her butt faster. To keep her from slipping off, Chen Ling switched from supporting her butt with one hand to grabbing it with both, his hold turning into a squeeze. Her butt flesh constantly pressed into his palms, and sweat beaded on his forehead. Finally, when Yaxi slipped her cold hand into his clothes, touching his hot abdominal muscles and trying to move lower, he said in a very low voice, "Enough, Yaxi. I understand now; you don't need to teach me anymore."
The girl on top of him froze instantly.
Yaxi lifted her head to look at him, her dark eyes filled with the heat of desire, which quickly cooled. Through her wide collar, the white lace edge framed two round, heavy breasts, looking very soft.
Chen Ling's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked away.
He had no experience and didn't know how far to go.
He had agreed to her because, after the past month, he felt like a lifeless shell, leaning toward death rather than life. No one needed him, but she did. So he offered his body and the pitiful remnants of his spirit and will to her.
Moreover, though they hadn't interacted much, in his memory, Yaxi—before throwing that snowball at Xu Xiaoyi—had always been quiet and well-behaved. She walked with her head down, avoiding everyone. She was lonely, humble, and aloof.
This loneliness and aloofness kept Chen Ling from ever associating her with the colors of desire in his mind.
So he thought she was just abandoned by her family, too lonely, and curious about her developing body during puberty, needing a male like him to accompany her.
In truth, any man would do, as long as she didn't reject him.
He hadn't expected her to be so direct and eager for intimacy so quickly.
Chen Ling knew better than anyone how to please others; he could give whatever was asked, and in that, he was confident.