Maybe My Soulmate! (GL)

"you're right, zhao," she said, her voice light. "it takes real talent to build something lasting. my wife, for instance, built a global fanbase of billions through sheer, undeniable skill. i built a multi-billion dollar company from scratch with my own two hands. tell me, what have you built lately, besides a reputation for buggy software and missed deadlines?"

it was a verbal execution, delivered with a smile. a few people nearby who had been eavesdropping suddenly found their champagne glasses very interesting. zhao wei's face went from pale to mottled red.

before he could sputter a response, yubing stepped in, her voice as smooth as honey. "mr. zhao, it was a pleasure. but i'm afraid my wife promised me a dance." and with that, she tugged a very smug mo yuxin towards the dance floor.

"that was uncharacteristically brutish of you," yubing murmured as yuxin pulled her close.

"he implied you were my sugar mama," yuxin grumbled, her hand sliding down yubing's back, coming to rest on the curve of her ass. she gave it a little squeeze. "an insult of that magnitude cannot go unanswered."

"my hero," yubing said, her tone dry. they swayed to the music, a slow, boring waltz. yuxin buried her face in yubing's neck, inhaling her scent.

"i'm bored," she whispered. "and i'm calling in my debt."

yubing tilted her head. "and where do you propose we do that? the stage is over there. the bathrooms have a line."

yuxin's eyes scanned the room, her brain, which usually processed market analytics and investment strategies, now dedicated to a far more important logistical problem. her gaze landed on a small, unassuming door near the catering entrance, marked 'private.'

"there," she said. "curiosity is a powerful aphrodisiac."

"that's probably a broom closet."

"even better. it'll be cozy."

with the confidence of someone who regularly stared down boards of directors, yuxin led yubing off the dance floor, weaving through the crowd with purpose. no one stopped them. no one dared. they looked like they owned the place, which, in a way, they did.

the door was unlocked. it was, as yubing predicted, a storage closet. it was filled with boxes of champagne flutes and stacks of linen. it was small, cramped, and smelled faintly of dust and bleach. it was perfect.

the moment the door clicked shut, yuxin had yubing pressed against it. she kissed her hard, a kiss full of pent-up frustration from the evening and the thrill of the forbidden.

"i knew you were trouble," yubing breathed when they broke for air.

"you have no idea," yuxin growled. her hands went to the back of yubing's dress, searching for the zipper. her fingers, usually so nimble on a keyboard, fumbled for a moment.

yubing laughed softly. "allow me." she reached back, and with a practiced motion, the zipper slid down with a quiet zzzzzip.

the sound was the most exciting thing yuxin had heard all night. the dress wasn't designed to come off easily, but yuxin was a problem-solver. she pushed the sapphire fabric down, bunching it at yubing's waist. underneath, she was wearing a simple, strapless black bra.

"finally," yuxin sighed, as if she'd just cracked a difficult algorithm. she unhooked the bra with the ease of long practice and tossed it onto a box of napkins. and there they were. her treasures. her twin peaks of perfection. she didn't waste a second, lowering her head and taking a nipple into her mouth, her other hand cradling the other breast, squeezing and kneading.

yubing gasped, her head falling back against the door. her hands came up to grip yuxin's shoulders. "yuxin… someone could hear…"

"let them," yuxin mumbled, her voice thick. she suckled harder, her tongue laving the peak until it was hard as a diamond. she loved the little noises yubing made, the soft whimpers that were for her alone. this was the real music, the melody no one else would ever get to hear.

her hand slid down, over the silk of yubing's panties, finding her already damp. the cramped space, the risk of being discovered, it was all a potent aphrodisiac. yuxin worked her magic, her mouth on yubing's breast, her fingers bringing her wife to a silent, shuddering climax against a storage closet door at the most tedious charity event of the year.

yubing sagged against her, breathless. yuxin held her, pressing kisses to her throat, her shoulder, her still-flushed chest.

"debt paid?" yubing whispered, her voice shaky.

yuxin grinned, a flash of white in the dim light. "that was just the down payment. the interest is going to be a bitch."

they straightened their clothes, yubing's dress zipped back up, yuxin's tuxedo unruffled. they looked composed, elegant, untouchable. they opened the door and slipped back into the party. no one was the wiser.

as yubing went to prepare for her performance, yuxin leaned against a pillar, nursing a glass of whiskey. zhao wei, looking like he'd swallowed a lemon, was watching her from across the room. yuxin caught his eye, raised her glass in a mock toast, and gave him a slow, self-satisfied smirk.

he had no idea what a real victory felt like.

***

a few days later, the gala was a distant memory, but su yubing was feeling mischievous. yuxin had been insufferable since their little closet adventure, walking around with the swagger of a conquering hero. it was endearing, mostly, but yubing felt it was time to turn the tables. the hunter was about to become the hunted.

her plan began in the afternoon. she sent yuxin a single text message: *'i have a surprise for you tonight. cancel your dinner meeting.'*

the reply was instantaneous. *'done. what is it?'*

yubing smiled. *'patience, my love. it's a performance. and you have a front-row seat.'*

the ensuing string of question marks from her ceo wife was deeply satisfying.

when yuxin arrived home that evening, the penthouse was different. the lights were dimmed, and a slow, sensual jazz track—one of the rare english-language albums yubing had recorded early in her career—was playing softly. a trail of rose petals led from the foyer towards the master bedroom.

yuxin stopped, her briefcase slipping from her hand and hitting the floor with a soft thud. a slow grin spread across her face. "oh, i like this game."

she followed the trail, her heart starting to beat a little faster. the bedroom door was slightly ajar. she pushed it open.

the room was lit only by dozens of candles, their flickering light dancing on the walls. and in the center of the room, su yubing was waiting.

she was wearing a piece of lingerie yuxin had bought her months ago, a ridiculously expensive black lace contraption that was more suggestion than substance. it was a corset-style teddy that pushed her breasts up and together, creating a truly magnificent cleavage that was practically an invitation. sheer stockings and heels completed the ensemble.

yuxin's mouth went dry. her cool, collected ceo persona evaporated into thin air. she was just a woman, staring at her wife, who looked like a sin she couldn't wait to commit.

"good evening, ceo mo," yubing said, her voice a low, seductive purr. she did a slow turn, letting yuxin take in the full view. "welcome to your private concert."

yuxin couldn't speak. she just leaned against the doorframe, her eyes devouring her wife. the lace did little to hide the pale globes of her breasts, the dusky areolas just visible through the delicate pattern. yuxin felt a familiar, primal urge.

"i was thinking," yubing continued, walking slowly towards her, her hips swaying with a practiced grace that drove crowds wild, "that you've been paying a lot of attention to my… assets… lately." she stopped just in front of yuxin, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from her skin. "i thought it was only fair to give them a proper showcase."

she reached out and took yuxin's hand, placing it directly on her lace-covered breast. the texture was a new kind of heaven—the delicate scratch of the lace, the soft, full weight underneath.

"what do you think of the stage dressing?" yubing whispered, her eyes locked on yuxin's.

yuxin finally found her voice, though it was hoarse. "i think… i'm going to die. this is it. this is how it ends for me. death by perfection."

yubing laughed, a throaty, sensual sound. "not yet. the show is just beginning."

she led yuxin to the bed and pushed her down, making her sit on the edge. then she straddled her lap, facing her. the view was… overwhelming. yuxin's gaze was fixed on the swell of yubing's breasts, spilling from the top of the lace.

"you're always the one who starts things," yubing said, her fingers tracing the line of yuxin's jaw. "always so demanding. so… grabby." she leaned in, her breasts pressing against yuxin's chest, right at eye level. "tonight, you just get to watch. and touch. but only when i say so."

yuxin swallowed hard. "i accept these terms."

yubing smiled. "good."

she began to move, a slow, grinding rhythm against yuxin's thighs. she didn't kiss her. she just held her gaze, her expression a mix of love and pure, unadulterated lust. she leaned forward, brushing her lips against yuxin's, a feather-light touch, before pulling back.

"you like these so much," yubing murmured, her hands going to her own chest. she adjusted the corset, pushing her breasts up even further. "tell me why."

yuxin's brain was short-circuiting. "they're… they're the center of the universe. they're my north and south pole. they're soft, and they fit my hands, and they taste like you, and when i see them i just… i lose my fucking mind."

the confession was raw, honest, and it made yubing's smile widen. "i know."

she leaned in again, this time capturing yuxin's mouth in a deep, searing kiss. her tongue plundered yuxin's mouth while her hips continued their intoxicating dance. yuxin's hands came up, wanting to grab, to hold, to possess, but she remembered the rules. her fingers twitched in the air, helpless.