Shi Yang finally pulled free from Xiu Mei's trembling form, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. She whimpered softly at the sudden emptiness, a hand still pressed to her slickened thighs as if to hold him inside. His gaze lingered on her flushed face and glistening skin for a long moment, savoring the aftermath of their union.
Then, with a faint smirk, he stepped back. "Rest for now, Xiu Mei," he said in a low, steady voice, brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead. "You've earned it."
Xiu Mei let out a soft protest, pouting. "Already leaving me, Uncle Shi?"
He chuckled, the sound dark and amused. "I haven't run out yet," he replied, letting his eyes drift across the room.
On the opposite side of the converted bedroom, Han Jie watched from her mattress, her bangles jingling with every subtle movement. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she lay propped on her elbow, making room for him under the covers—her eyes gleaming as he opened her side of the partition. Shi Yang's gaze swept toward her, and a faint, predatory smile curved his mouth.
"Well," he said smoothly, stepping over, "it's finally your turn, Han Jie."
Her laugh was soft and teasing, yet there was a tremor of anticipation beneath it. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten me," she murmured, stretching languidly on her mattress. "But I knew you'd come."
Shi Yang climbed onto her bed, his weight pressing gently against the mattress. The scent of her skin and perfume rose to meet him, warm and enticing. He leaned close, letting his hand drift over her sheets, peeling them off her and touching her abdomen.
"I promised you'd get your share, didn't I?" he said, voice low and commanding. "I always keep my promises."
Han Jie arched, offering herself as if to confirm his words. "Then take me, Brother Shi," she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. "Show me that Xiu Mei isn't the only one in your heart."
Shi Yang pressed his body against hers, letting his hands explore the delicate curves of her form. Her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer as he pinned her down, wrists gently pulling her blanket above their heads.
"Hmm," he murmured near her ear. "How do you want me to show you that exactly?"
Her laughter was breathless, playful, and eager. "I don't know, maybe by making it difficult for me to walk," she challenged, her bangles chiming with each tiny movement.
Shi Yang's lips curved as he lowered his head, brushing a kiss against her collarbone before trailing down, feeling her shiver under his touch. The two of them sank into a rhythm that was both measured and feral, each touch, each glide of flesh against flesh, a conversation in its own right.
The room was alive with the soft sounds of their coupling—the shifting of mattresses, the rustle of silk, and the shared moans that blended into a steady symphony of desire. Shi Yang moved deliberately, savoring the subtle differences in Han Jie's body from Xiu Mei's, letting his hands explore her dancer's strength and suppleness.
"Ah… Brother Shi…" Han Jie gasped, nails tracing faint lines along his back as her breaths grew uneven.
He chuckled, pressing a palm to her hip and steadying her as he deepened their connection. "Han Jie," he whispered against her, his fingers moving in the dark, holding his shaft and lining it with her lips. "This feeling never gets old."
He played up the misty atmosphere of still being tricked by her "illusions," but he didn't know how long it would last, as Han Jie herself was slowly forgetting to put up pretenses.
"I wonder how long it'll be before she admits to being a woman," he thought, kissing her enhanced breast. I've already made her look like this, and eventually she'll think about me having a look below.
So I doubt she thinks she won't be caught in her lies sooner or later.
Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parted in anticipation, as Shi Yang took his time, claiming her body with the same precision and dominance he had lavished on Xiu Mei, letting each thrust, each caress, build the tension until they were both caught in the intensity of the moment.
Maybe I should just break the silence and call her out on her side, he thought, amused, pulling off her peak. His hands molded her flesh. "So… my dear Han Jie…"
"When were you going to tell me your little secret~?"
Her breath hitched as Shi Yang's fingers traced idle patterns along her inner thigh, the bangles at her wrist chiming with every tremble. "So you've finally figured it out," she murmured, lips curling in amusement despite the heat flooding her cheeks.
She arched into his touch, nails scraping lightly against his shoulders. "And here I thought you were just playing along for fun." A soft laugh escaped her as she met his gaze head-on. "Tell me—when did you know? Was it when my 'illusions' got a little too... convincing?"
"Does that matter~?" he asked, pulling out of her. He closed her legs and positioned them to the side, his sculpture lighting golden lines on her smooth backside. "I just wanted to stop prioritizing playing without a view."
He licked his fingers, spreading her cheeks to set sights on her dripping slit for the first time. His fingers curled as he inserted them inside. "Ah," she moaned, looking at his face. "I was expecting more of a reaction when you found out who I was~."
He smiled and kissed her. "Why did you think this is any less of a reaction?" Shi Yang asked, his fingers going knuckle-deep, slowly moving in and out of her tight hole. "I began making this clinic for multiple reasons, and one of those was keeping you safe if ever your identity was found out."
So he knew all along…
Her breath hitched as his fingers curled deeper, drawing out another moan. "You—ah!—built this clinic for me?" She arched against the sheets, bangles chiming with each shaky exhale.
Shi Yang's smirk was audible in his voice. "Surprised?"
"Annoyed," she lied, twisting to glare over her shoulder. "All that effort pretending, and you were just humoring me."
His laugh rumbled against her skin as he added a third finger. "Admit it—you enjoyed the game."
Han Jie bit her lip hard enough to dent flesh. "...Maybe." The word cracked between gasps when his thumb found her clit. "Mmm~." Pleasure coiled tighter; she couldn't decide if she wanted to shove him away or beg for more.
The gold bangles at her hips trembled as Shi Yang leaned close, lips brushing her ear:
"And now? Still want to keep playing?"
She laughed. "What do you mean?" She tilted her head, her fingers finding his base. "The great doctor Yin Yang Shi not only crafted me a feminine chest and figure, but he was able to make me a woman with his hands alone," she mused, trailing one arm to her chest, through her bosom, down to her abdomen, and then her folds.
"You've truly become an excellent surgeon," she said, smiling as her legs parted for a better view. "Crafted me into your desired image, and all that's left is to feel how it compares to the real thing."
He chuckled, playing along. "Is that what we're doing now?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said. "All I know is that your new Dao worked wonders on me." Han Jie continued to stroke him in time with his fingers.
Aren't you something else… he thought. Fine, let's continue the fun.
"You have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face during those sessions," Shi Yang vaguely admitted with a chuckle. His fingers continued their slow dance inside Han Jie's warmth as he leaned in close. "Watching you learn to walk in heels for the first time? Priceless."
He nipped at the curve of her neck before soothing the bite with a lick. "But now," he purred against her skin as he began thrusting his fingers deeper and faster, "now I get to experience firsthand how real compares to my craft."
Shi Yang pulled back just enough to meet Han Jie's gaze over her shoulder once more. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable—hungry for more than just physical pleasure.
"So tell me," he whispered hotly in her ear. "How does it feel to be touched by someone who knows every inch of you?"
"It feels… overwhelming," Han Jie admitted, her voice trembling as Shi Yang's fingers curled and thrust within her. The sensation of his knowing touch was both thrilling and unnerving—like being stripped bare under his gaze.
Her breath hitched again as he nipped at her neck and licked away the sting. She arched into him instinctively, craving more of that electric contact.
When Shi Yang pulled back to meet her gaze once more, she felt pleasure in a way she'd never experienced before.
"It's like… having my deepest secrets laid bare," she whispered shakily. "Knowing he sees everything—every curve and crevice he sculpted onto my body."
Her fingers tightened around his base as she ground back against him. The friction sent sparks dancing along her nerves.
"But it also feels…" Han Jie trailed off, struggling to find the right words. "Intimate. Like he truly understands me."
She glanced down at their joined hands—his fingers moving within her slick heat—and felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through her chest.
"In a way," Han Jie continued softly after another pause filled with heavy breathing, "I suppose it does feel good being touched by someone who knows every inch… every secret."