Yuri (Part 2)

The next morning, Lingjing opened her eyes and took in the scene around her, instantly flushing bright red again.

After last night's roughhousing, the entire big bed was a mess of scattered items—pillows, condoms, videotapes, and both of their pajamas. The two girls were now bare from the waist up, wearing only plain white panties below, clinging together like an octopus. Lingjing's barely developed little chest was gripped by Huaisha, while one of Lingjing's own hands had mischievously slipped inside Shasha's panties, lightly trapped between her thighs.

Oh no, this... what exactly happened last night...

In this position, there was no way to slip free. All she could remember from last night was watching those videotapes, then the two girls messing around restlessly. Shasha had pinned her to the bed, and she'd fought back, imitating what they'd seen on the screen—touching and squeezing each other. It had all felt embarrassing and ticklish, and after a bout of giggling, they'd drifted off to sleep in a daze...

Her heart was a tangled mess. The young girl bit her lower lip, trying to silently break free from Shasha's embrace, but a moment later, she still woke the other girl from their shared sleep. With a soft "mm," Shasha opened her eyes, and they stared at each other, silent for a long while.

"Ah... Lingjing, you..."

"I... I..."

Their bodies sprang apart like coiled springs, faces red as if drenched in tomato juice. It was a long moment before Shasha regained her composure first, pulling the blanket around herself as she scooted closer to Lingjing.

"We... nothing happened last night..."

"Nothing happened... nothing happened..." Lingjing shook her little head like a rattle-drum in agreement.

"We're... both girls, so..."

"It's fine... we... didn't do anything..."

They traded words of comfort back and forth, each reaching for their pajamas to put back on, when Lingjing suddenly spoke with a tearful voice: "Oh... oh no, Shasha, could it be... could it be that we're not virgins anymore?"

"Huh?" Shasha swallowed hard. "No... no way..."

"But... we watched that kind of movie last night, and... and did that kind of thing..."

"But... but..."

Back then, schools had no sex education classes, and society was still pure and simple. Two girls who knew nothing at all were both flushed red, on the verge of wailing, when Lingjing suddenly remembered something: "Oh, right, I once saw one of Mom's books that said virgins have... have a hymen, maybe... maybe we can see it..."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I've heard that too. Then... Lingjing, do you know how to check?"

"I... I put the book down as soon as I saw that kind of stuff, so how would I know? But... but we could try looking, maybe it's easy to recognize... I'll check you first, then you check me..."

"Okay, okay..." Blushing and thinking for a long time, Shasha finally sat on the nightstand like a martyr, shyly slipping off her panties, then gritting her teeth, closing her eyes, and spreading her legs in front of Lingjing.

"I... I don't really know how to look, but..." Lingjing blushed, her hands trembling as she reached out.

"You... don't say it... don't, don't touch randomly, uh... no, no fingers inside... uh..." Her voice choked with tears, the usually dominant Shasha now spoke with breathy gasps—a rare sight indeed. But the sole witness was equally flustered, one step away from bursting into tears herself.

"I... I'm not putting them inside... I'm being very careful... but I'm afraid to use too much force, in case I break something... uh, I can't see inside, I... I need a flashlight..." After studying for a while, Lingjing lifted her head from between Shasha's legs. Shasha had thought it would be over quickly, like cutting off the head and letting the wound bleed, but now she had to endure another round of torment. As she opened the nightstand drawer to find a flashlight, tears were already welling up in her eyes. Suddenly, she remembered something: "Oh, right, I... I heard that a girl's first time bleeds and hurts a lot. We didn't hurt last night, so let's check if there's blood!"

At her reminder, the two girls started searching the bed for any traces of blood. After a long while, they finally confirmed it was all a false alarm. By then, Lingjing was only wearing her panties, while Shasha was completely naked. The two fair-skinned girls hugged each other on the bed and cheered. After a moment, a mischievous grin spread across Shasha's face: "Hey, you just looked at mine... now... now I get to look at yours too..."

"Haha, no way!"

"Yes, you can't run!"

"Ah—help—!"

They tussled on the bed a few times. Though Lingjing had some martial arts training, she was no match for Shasha in strength. Under a barrage of pouncing, tickling, and biting, Lingjing was quickly pinned to the bed. She was in high spirits too, laughing and struggling, but within moments, Shasha had stripped off her panties, leaving her like a little white lamb.

"Haha, stop it, help—!"

"Who are you calling for help? Jiaming? I'm going to look, I'm going to look..."

"Nooo..."

Lingjing lay on her side, one leg hoisted high over Shasha's shoulder, while Shasha's head was held down by Lingjing's hands, preventing her from leaning in. The standoff was at a stalemate when—bang—the door swung open.

"What are you two doing in here? Breakfast is..."

Pure-hearted Jiaming appeared at the doorway with a glass of milk, and then came a splat as he, mid-sip, sprayed the milk everywhere, splattering himself head to toe with the white liquid.

He was truly shocked—this was by far the most astonishing scene he'd witnessed since his rebirth.

Drip, drop...

In the room, the two girls were tangled together in an incredibly alluring pose. Lingjing's right leg was hoisted high, leaving nothing between her legs hidden. Shasha was completely naked, her head held in place by Lingjing's hands. Though neither girl was fully developed, their chests already showed enticing, natural curves. Now, they both stared at the door with equally awkward expressions.

As for Jiaming at the door, he stood frozen for a long moment before snapping out of it first. With the milk glass still pressed to his lips, he closed the door, unable to suppress a low chuckle.

"Ah—!"

"Get out—!"

The two girls screamed loudly, hurling pillows, videotapes, pajamas, and panties at the door. From outside, Jiaming's uncontrollable laughter echoed in.

After they'd thrown everything within reach, the two girls gradually calmed down. They exchanged a red-faced glance, then silently dressed themselves. Shasha put on a pair of purely masculine, sharp-looking suit pants, paired with a shirt and vest, looking every bit a clean-cut cowgirl. Lingjing slipped back into the light blue floral-print dress she'd worn yesterday, but sat on the edge of the bed, covering her face as she sobbed softly.