Xu'er's fingers, cool against Su Mu's warm, damp skin, continued their slow, tantalizing exploration along the edge of the towel.

"What's wrong, Missy?" Xu'er murmured, her voice a silken caress that seemed to bypass Su Mu's ears and vibrate deep in her chest. 

"Cat got your tongue? Or are you just enjoying the view from down there?" She tilted her head, her purplish eyes glinting with amusement as they flicked down to where Su Mu's gaze was still somewhat fixed on the alluring V of Xu'er's loosely tied robe.

Su Mu swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "I… you surprised me, that's all," she managed, though her voice was breathier than she intended. 

The Su Yang part of her mind was now a distant, muffled protest, drowned out by the roaring pulse in Su Mu's ears and the undeniable heat coiling in her belly.

"Surprised?" Xu'er chuckled, a low, throaty sound. 

"Oh, I plan on doing a lot more than just surprising you." Her fingers reached the corner of the towel Su Mu was clutching. 

"This is a very pretty towel," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I think what's underneath is even prettier. Don't you want to show me?"

Instead of pulling away, Su Mu found her grip on the towel loosening, ever so slightly. 

A wave of recklessness, of pure, unadulterated curiosity, washed over her. 

'What would it be like? This body was still so new, its responses so potent and unexplored.'

And Xu Er… Xue Er was like a living flame, daring her to get closer.

"Maybe," Su Mu found herself whispering back, the word a surrender and an invitation all in one.

Xu'er's eyes lit up, a flash of triumph and hunger in their depths. 

"Maybe… hahaaa… That's all I need..." With a slow, deliberate tug, she began to ease the towel from Su Mu's grasp. 

Su Mu let it go.

The towel fell to the damp tiles with a soft, forgotten sound.

For a moment, they just stood there, Xu'er's gaze devouring Su Mu's now fully revealed sexy figure, the high, full breasts with their rosy, puckered nipples still beaded with moisture, the gentle curve of her stomach, the soft silver curls at the apex of her thighs.

"Gods," Xu'er breathed, her voice thick with undisguised admiration. 

"You're even more perfect than I imagined. So soft… so inviting." Her own robe had slipped further open, revealing the swell of one of her own breasts, the dark areola a stark contrast to her pale skin.

"You're… not so bad yourself," Su Mu found herself saying, a newfound boldness, perhaps borrowed from Xu'er's own audacious energy, surfacing. 

Her eyes, now more accustomed to the sight, roamed over Xu'er's figure with an appreciation that was entirely new to her. "That robe… it doesn't hide much, does it?"

Xu'er laughed, a delighted, husky sound. 

"Why should it? What's the point of having delicious things if you don't tempt someone to taste them?" She stepped closer, until their bodies were almost touching, the warmth from her skin radiating onto Su Mu. "Are you tempted, Missy?"

Su Mu's hand, seemingly of its own accord, reached out. 

Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the edge of Xu'er's silk robe, then slid beneath it, her palm coming to rest on the surprisingly firm curve of Xu'er's hip. The skin was warm, smooth.

"What if I am?" Su Mu asked, her voice a low thrum. 

This was it. No more hesitation. She was in this new world, in this new body, and Xu Er was offering her a taste of desires she was only just beginning to understand.

Xu'er's breath hitched, a small, almost inaudible sound, but Su Mu felt it, felt the slight tensing of the body beneath her hand. 

"Then," Xu'er whispered, her purplish eyes locking onto Su Mu's, "I'd say… it's about damn time you stopped thinking and started doing."

And with that, Xu'er leaned in, but this time, Su Mu met her halfway. 

Their lips crashed together, not with the tentative exploration of before, but with a raw, hungry urgency. 

The steamy bathroom, the events of the day, everything faded into the background, leaving only the intoxicating press of skin against skin, the taste of desire, and the thrilling promise of the unexplored. 

The kiss was a spark, then a wildfire began. 

Su Mu's hands, initially tentative on Xu'er's hips, gained a surprising boldness. 

They slid upwards, tracing the silken fabric of the robe that did little to conceal the heat radiating from Xu'er's body. 

She pulled Xu'er impossibly closer, their wet skin pressing together, the last vestiges of clothing a forgotten barrier. 

Each movement sent fresh waves of sensation through Su Mu, the slide of skin on skin, the soft give of Xu'er's curves against her own.

Xu'er's hands were a wonder, a torment. "Mmmh… Xu Er…" Su Mu breathed against her lips, the name a sigh and a plea.

They roamed Su Mu's body with an expert, almost reverent touch, mapping her rain-slicked curves as if discovering a new world. 

Her fingers danced over Su Mu's ribs, dipped into the curve of her waist, then splayed across her stomach, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the cooling air of the bathroom. 

Their mouths were still locked, tongues tangling in a desperate, deepening rhythm. 

Kisses that were by turns hard and demanding, soft and searching, each one punctuated by soft moans and hitched breaths that mingled with the steam.

Sometimes, caught in the rising tide, Su Mu would subtly shift, her body arching into Xu'er's touch, a silent indication of what felt good, what she craved more of. 

A jolt shot through Su Mu at the intimate pressure. "Fuck, you feel… incredible," Xu'er gasped, her lips leaving Su Mu's to trail a line of fire down her throat. "So responsive… so ready."

"You too…" Su Mu whispered, her head falling back as Xu'er's mouth found the sensitive curve of her neck. 

When Xu'er's fingers brushed against the soft curls between Su Mu's legs, a sharp, involuntary moan escaped Su Mu's lips. "Ah! Xue Er… there…"

It wasn't a protest, but a breathless direction. She guided Xu'er's hand, a silent indication of what she wanted, what her body was suddenly, fiercely craving.

Xu'er chuckled, a low, satisfied sound against Su Mu's skin. "Impatient, are we, Missy? I like that." Her fingers began a slow, rhythmic dance, and Su Mu's legs threatened to buckle. 

She clung to Xu'er. Her own fingers would tighten on Xu'er's shoulders, exploring the surprisingly firm muscles of Xu'er's back, the inviting swell of her breasts beneath the gaping robe, or her hips would instinctively press closer. 

Then, at other moments, she would surrender completely, her head falling back, allowing Xu'er to take the lead, eager to discover every new sensation this shared intimacy could offer. 

Xu'er seemed to understand this silent dance, her touch both a question and a command, guiding Su Mu to new peaks of pleasure.

A particularly deep kiss left Su Mu breathless, her mind reeling. 

In that haze of passion, Su Mu felt a surge of something primal, fueled by a strength she didn't know she possessed and an urge she couldn't define. Su Mu found herself moving. 

Perhaps it was the slickness of the floor, the intoxicating press of their bodies, or just pure, unadulterated desire, but she lifted Xu'er with a sudden, surprising ease. 

Xu'er let out a startled gasp against Su Mu's mouth, her legs instinctively wrapping around Su Mu's waist for balance.

Before either of them could fully process the shift, Su Mu had turned and gently, but firmly, settled Xu Er onto the cool porcelain edge of the bathroom sink. 

The movement was fluid, almost primal.

Now they were chest to chest, heart to pounding heart, the change in elevation bringing their faces even closer. 

Xu'er's dark hair, damp with steam, framed her flushed face, her purplish eyes blazing with an intensity that mirrored Su Mu's own. 

They were both panting, the small bathroom filled with the sound of their ragged breaths.

And then, Su Mu's gaze shifted slightly, past Xu'er's shoulder, to the large, steam-streaked mirror on the wall behind the sink.

On it, she could see their reflection: two women, entwined in the steamy intimacy of the small room. 

Su Mu's silver hair contrasted sharply with Xu'er's dark locks. Their bodies, glistening with moisture, were pressed close, Xu'er's legs still wrapped around Su Mu's waist, Su Mu's hands supporting her, their faces flushed and their lips swollen from fierce kisses. 

The image was raw, beautiful, and utterly, shockingly new. 

Seeing herself like this, so intimately entangled with another woman, a woman as captivating as Xu'er, sent a fresh jolt of awareness, a potent mix of disbelief and undeniable, thrilling arousal, through Su Mu.

"Oh, wow..." Su Mu breathed, her gaze momentarily captivated by the erotic image they presented. 

The sight was intensely arousing, a visual confirmation of the hedonistic journey she had just embarked upon.

Xu'er, following her gaze, let out a throaty laugh. 

"Like what you see, Missy?" she purred, her hands now tangling in Su Mu's wet hair, pulling her face closer. 

"Because I'm definitely liking my view." Her eyes dropped meaningfully to Su Mu's mouth, then lower. "Now… where were we?"

"Where were we?" Su Mu echoed Xu'er's words, her voice a husky whisper that barely sounded like her own. 

Her hands, which had been gripping Xu'er's thighs to keep her steady on the sink, now slid upwards, tracing the curve of Xu'er's hips, her thumbs brushing against the soft skin of her inner thighs. "I think… we were just getting started."