Chapter 72: The Green Tea Scheming Stepsister

Red and swollen, with a clear bite mark…

Sister, would you like to take a look?

Lu Chaohuan’s suggestive words and invitation carried an irresistible tone amid the steam-filled bathroom. Jiang Li’s lower back pressed against the edge of the bathtub, her body rigid.

Her mind was a complete blank, devoid of any memory.

Before she could even process Lu Chaohuan’s brazen remark, a pair of damp eyes lifted upward.

There was no escaping it—her gaze landed right there.

Lu Chaohuan, who had been watching her intently, didn’t miss the motion. Seeing Jiang Li frozen in place, she let out a delighted low chuckle from her throat.

“Is Sister sneaking a peek?”

Her fingertip reached out without hesitation, landing gently on the top of Jiang Li’s head. There was no resistance at all, and Lu Chaohuan loved how obediently her sister stared at her like this.

So, she generously parted her legs. As her fair fingertips threaded through the soft strands of hair, she gently tugged them back, kindly guiding Jiang Li on how to get a better view.

“You have to look like this to really appreciate the results Sister left behind.”

The girl smiled as she spoke, her hair being pulled back slightly by the motion. Jiang Li’s gaze followed the force, lifting upward as she blinked, a captivated gleam flickering in her eyes.

What now filled her vision was not only Lu Chaohuan’s hanging, angelic face—so delicate and exquisite—but also the “results” she had mentioned.

Jiang Li thought to herself that it was an utterly decadent sight.

Yet she couldn’t deny that even as her mind repeatedly condemned the person who had left it in such a “tragic” state, its current beauty was undeniably captivating.

The last shreds of rationality in her brain struggled on, urging her to look away, telling her she shouldn’t stare any longer, that this was a place she had no right to gaze upon.

But like a soul lost, Jiang Li fixed her eyes on it unblinkingly.

It was the girl’s most private secret, one she would never allow outsiders to glimpse.

Yet now, it seemed to coquettishly whine to the person who had returned, reddened from rubbing and dripping slightly under the scorching gaze.

Covered in a glistening sheen, it looked as if the bathroom lights were bathing the obedient cheeks, making it appear even more beautiful.

Connected inseparably to its owner, it now quivered faintly with her excitement under Jiang Li’s stare, shadows playing over it.

The uncontrollable tension made it tremble, and Lu Chaohuan’s hand on the back of Jiang Li’s head gripped tighter. The flush that had faded earlier crept back onto her cheeks.

The hot steam in the bathroom cascaded down reluctantly, filling the enclosed space with swirling clouds of mist that danced in pretty circles, lingering without dissipating.

“Mm…! Sister?”

Her round eyes, which had been half-closed, snapped open. A haze of moisture still lingered in them, but now a ripple of shock disturbed their calm. Her raised neck lowered as she looked down at the silent Jiang Li who had been staring at her.

The hand that had been resting on the edge of the bathtub was no longer there.

Damp with moisture from the tub’s rim, her fingertips extended without hesitation to push it away. Shadowed and indistinct, Jiang Li hadn’t been able to see it clearly before.

Only now did she truly examine the marks there—reddened from constant friction, with one shocking bite mark that made her heart clench. Jiang Li instinctively bit her lip, as if confirming it.

“So… did I do this?” Her voice, cutting through the steam, sounded slightly hoarse. Lu Chaohuan caught the flash of distress in Jiang Li’s eyes, clear as day.

Of course, Lu Chaohuan knew exactly why she looked like that.

In fact, when she had checked it in the mirror earlier, even she had been surprised by how rough Jiang Li had been with her.

What had started as just a slight mark now pulsed decadently, almost instinctively welcoming this uninvited guest.

Not only that, amid the flushed red, there was a distinct bite mark. A light touch from her fingertip still brought a faint sting. Lu Chaohuan could sense just how furious Jiang Li must have been with that “her” at the time.

A brief recollection was enough for Lu Chaohuan to admit that the “her” in question had an intimate understanding of Jiang Li—knowing precisely what mattered to her and what kind of behavior would captivate her most.

Just like Lu Chaohuan herself.

So, aware of exactly how to elicit Jiang Li’s sympathy, Lu Chaohuan subtly shifted closer as Jiang Li’s gaze remained fixed.

Her lowered voice carried a hint of grievance. “Yeah, even though I kept telling Sister no at the time, you didn’t hold back at all.”

“I was crying and begging Sister not to touch me, but you still shoved your hand into my mouth, pinched my tongue, and said—”

She leaned down from her position in front of Jiang Li, her snow-white skin like flawless jade. Jiang Li’s tense gaze didn’t dare shift, her heartbeat pounding louder and faster beneath her chest as she awaited Lu Chaohuan’s pronouncement of her “crime.”

The voice at her ear fell silent for a long moment. The bathroom grew so quiet it made her heart race with anxiety—especially for Jiang Li, who was waiting for the final verdict.

Finally, she lifted her head to see what Lu Chaohuan was thinking, her heart fluttering, her raised eyes trembling slightly.

A pair of eyes sparkling with mirth met hers, brighter than Jiang Li had ever seen. As she looked up, those crimson lips curved into a seductive arc.

Her already racing heart now thundered even louder, and Jiang Li’s ears flushed red. Unconsciously, her hand drifted to her chest.

Quiet down, don’t beat so fast. What if Lu Chaohuan hears it?

Lu Chaohuan took in her flustered expression and decided not to drag it out any longer. She brought her snow-white intimacy close to Jiang Li’s lips, under breaths that grew hotter and more urgent with each one, and whispered thunderously into her ear.

“Sister said, ‘You wiggle so eagerly… so you really like me that much, huh, little slut.'”

The final three words came as Lu Chaohuan’s hand fastened around Jiang Li’s neck, her pale fingers threading through the pure black hair in stark contrast. She enunciated them clearly by her ear, a mischievous gleam of delight in her eyes.

She had spoken clearly, yet in that moment, Jiang Li wished more than ever that she’d misheard.

First, her pale earlobe flushed crimson in an instant, followed by patches of red blooming across her cheeks. The hand pressed to her chest trembled as it lifted.

Staring at the earnest-looking Lu Chaohuan, the hand pointing at her shook even harder. In a quivering voice, Jiang Li repeated the question in disbelief.

“I-I-I really… said you were a little… s-slut…?”

She was just one word away from repeating the full name Lu Chaohuan had whispered in her ear, but looking at the innocent smile on Lu Chaohuan’s face, her lips trembled for a long time without being able to utter that nearly blasphemous term.

It was a word that made her cheeks burn; Jiang Li simply couldn’t say it.

But Lu Chaohuan understood perfectly what she meant and nodded in confirmation that Jiang Li hadn’t misheard.

“The Sister who couldn’t even bear to touch me at first ended up saying something like that to me later on.”

Seeing Jiang Li’s stunned expression, Lu Chaohuan’s lips curved lightly. Deeming her heavy blows sufficient, she pulled away from under Jiang Li’s hand without hesitation.

She grabbed a towel to dry the water droplets from her body. She could feel the gaze from behind following her as she turned, fixed on her back, yet no further words came.

Fine then, let it be.

Slipping into the bathrobe she’d prepared earlier, Lu Chaohuan turned back around. The belt at her waist wasn’t tied yet, and the robe draped loosely over her curves, revealing a glimpse of troubling marks on her snow-white chest.

As she tied the belt, she glanced toward Jiang Li, whose eyes still held that faint smile. But her thin lips parted to say something that made Jiang Li’s body stiffen.

“Anyway, sleeping with Sister was a nice experience, but next time it’ll have to be someone else. What a shame.”

Even as she said it was a shame, Lu Chaohuan’s expression gave no hint of regret to Jiang Li, and she opened the bathroom door without a backward glance.

She didn’t say another word to Jiang Li.

Left alone in the bathtub, still damp, Jiang Li stared blankly at Lu Chaohuan’s retreating back. The ambiguous atmosphere that had filled the bathroom earlier vanished completely.

It seemed everything had been Jiang Li’s wishful thinking.

Only now did Jiang Li lower her head belatedly, looking at her pruned fingertips. The wet heat she’d touched moments ago was gone. Compelled by some impulse, she rubbed those two fingers together.

A sticky thread stretched tremblingly between them.

It had left its shape on Jiang Li’s fingers, but its owner had ruthlessly abandoned her here.

Finding someone else to fool around with—such a thought was impossible to ignore.

Water splashed as veins bulged on the back of her hand. Her emotions unsteady, Jiang Li gripped the edge of the tub and stood. The usual gentleness in her demeanor was gone, her face now carrying a touch of cold aloofness.

Ignoring the moisture on her body, she threw on a bathrobe haphazardly, slipped into slippers, and went to find Lu Chaohuan.

Hearing the hurried footsteps approaching, Lu Chaohuan hid the upward curve of her lips and waited for her prey to deliver herself right to the door.

“Don’t go fooling around with just anyone.”

Jiang Li strode over quickly, not even bothering to sit. She squatted right in front of Lu Chaohuan and snatched away the book she seemed to be reading, dropping her declaration.

Ignoring the book Jiang Li had taken, Lu Chaohuan propped her hands behind her and leaned back on the sofa. Her long lashes lowered as she gazed at the squatting Jiang Li by her feet.

She propped her chin with a troubled look at Jiang Li’s somewhat stern command. Blinking her round eyes, she tilted her head and asked, “But last time I told Sister about it, you just took me shopping. You didn’t stop me.”

“Besides, even Sister can’t stop her little sister from pursuing her sex life.”

“Sister doesn’t know my troubles, so don’t make decisions for me on your own.”

One retort after another flew out, Jiang Li’s expression darkening with each word from Lu Chaohuan.

In just a few sentences, Lu Chaohuan had blocked every possible objection and even pinned the label of disrespecting her sister’s choices on her.

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Li reached out and gripped Lu Chaohuan’s playfully dangling ankle in her palm. Flames nearly shot from her eyes as she knelt forward on one knee, leaning close to her.

Her damp hair all spilled behind her, her brows and eyes taking on a sharpness rarely seen. Lu Chaohuan found herself holding her breath as the woman gazed at her over her knee.

Jiang Li said, word by word, “From now on, whenever you want it, come to me.”

She added a qualifier. “Only come to me.”

Her expression was deadly serious, and though she was talking about carnal needs, Lu Chaohuan’s mind wandered to how Jiang Li looked during class—so earnest.

Wait, weren’t she and Jiang Li still technically teacher and student? In a way, this was like real-life teacher-student roleplay? No, no, she didn’t count.

Her distraction was noticed. Her ankle gripped tighter, and Jiang Li, mistaking it for reluctance, furrowed her brows and thought of her leverage.

“You just said yourself it was… a nice experience. And we’re at home—it’s convenient.”

The renewed words in her ear snapped Lu Chaohuan back. The pressure on her ankle kept her from dangling it, so she simply nestled into Jiang Li’s embrace.

Deliberately bringing up the one she despised most, she said, “But Sister, don’t you have a girlfriend? Is it okay to say these things to me?”

Jiang Li seemed prepared for the question and answered swiftly. “We broke up.”

Seeing Lu Chaohuan about to press further, she cut her off. “Don’t ask how. Point is, I’m single now.”

Tapping her cheek with interest, Lu Chaohuan surprised her by dropping the topic. Instead, she circled her ankle in Jiang Li’s lap, subtly pulling her closer.

With her prey delivering herself so eagerly, even listing her own merits, how could Lu Chaohuan bear to refuse?

As her foot rubbed against the soft bosom once more, Jiang Li endured the ticklish sensations from the teasing motions in her arms and finally heard the answer she craved.

“Then Sister, you have to perform well, okay?”

Lu Chaohuan leaned against the sofa, grinning like a little fox.

Talk of performing well aside, a sudden work assignment disrupted Jiang Li’s plans.

The school had assigned her to attend a week-long exchange conference in S City, and as a newly hired teacher this semester, Jiang Li couldn’t refuse.

A week wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either. Upon hearing the news, Jiang Li quickly informed Lu Chaohuan.

After all, she was still in this so-called “observation period”—though Jiang Li suspected it was just Lu Chaohuan’s excuse to toy with her.

To her surprise, Lu Chaohuan agreed readily and even encouraged her to be active at the conference.

Jiang Li had worried she might use the opportunity to go wild while she was away, but Lu Chaohuan assured her she wouldn’t fool around.

Then, on the day Jiang Li left, she received an email from her—a document, to be opened the evening after her arrival.

This was Lu Chaohuan’s condition for behaving at home, and Jiang Li agreed, not touching the file until that second evening.

But Jiang Li never could have imagined the nonstop barrage of surprises Lu Chaohuan had in store for her that night.

First came a photo.

More precisely, a photo that made the one holding it tremble, one that set her blood boiling.

Lu Chaohuan had clearly taken it from multiple angles. This one captured the soft flesh under the home lights in vivid, tantalizing detail, its hungry tension leaping off the screen.

Before Jiang Li could process it, a video call from Lu Chaohuan caught her off guard, and in her fluster, she hit accept.

A field of brilliant red filled the screen, with those pretty, slender fingers appearing in a way she’d never imagined.

What made Jiang Li’s heart tremble most was the light, airy voice drifting from the video.

“Mm… Sister… S-Sister…”

So achingly familiar.