Chapter 135: Something to Protect
Shen Yifei lay unconscious. Not dead — just broken. Soft. Flushed. Spent.
Her body was curled slightly on her side, chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Damp strands of hair stuck to her cheeks. Sweat glistened faintly along her collarbone.
Between her thighs, the mess we’d made continued to leak out, thick and heavy, pooling beneath her hips and soaking the sheets. Her breasts lifted with every breath, the tips still stiff and red. A slow twitch passed through one thigh, then the other.
She looked at peace.
The basin nearby held a stack of clean towels. One was pulled free, soaked in warm water, then wrung out until damp enough. The first stroke along her stomach was slow, with a soft cloth dragging across flushed skin, careful not to startle her.
She didn’t wake.
One leg was lifted gently, parted further. The inner thighs were worse — still sticky with dried cum and sweat, her lips red and swollen. The towel moved through carefully, soaking, wiping, and cleaning. Her pussy clenched once, twitching as the cloth passed between. A small moan escaped her lips — faint, breathy — but her eyes stayed shut.
Every part of her had been used. Now she was being cared for.
The towel grew heavier as it absorbed the trail down her thighs. Another passed across her calves, her ankles, the tops of her feet. Once more up her legs — slower now. Reverent.
A second towel was used to pat her dry.