Chapter 58: The Scheming Green Tea Stepsister

The moans echoed one after another through the room.

Jiang Li had never hated the expensive sound system in the room as much as she did now. Every comfortable or pained groan rang crystal-clear in her ears.

She could even make out the faint, wet squelching sounds.

A blush spread across her cheeks. Jiang Li was a normal adult, and with the voices moaning so enthusiastically right by her ear, it was impossible not to react.

Her calves rubbed restlessly against the smooth sheets.

This couldn’t go on any longer.

She reached for her phone to message Lu Chaohuan, but as she opened WeChat, it hit her—she hadn’t even added Lu Chaohuan’s contact yet, let alone saved her number.

With no way to reach her, that meant Jiang Li would have to get out of bed, knock on Lu Chaohuan’s door, and tell her face-to-face.

Help! Was she really supposed to look Lu Chaohuan in the eye and admit she’d overheard her watching porn?

They’d only met for the first time today—wasn’t that crossing a line way too fast?

Just imagining it had Jiang Li building a whole mansion of shame in her mind.

The sounds seemed to build to a crescendo, ending abruptly with one final high-pitched feminine cry.

Lu Chaohuan must have finally realized she’d queued up the wrong speakers.

It had finally stopped.

Jiang Li covered her cheeks, exhaling hot breaths as a sheen of sweat covered her body. The shower she’d just taken felt wasted now. She glanced at the time on her phone—it was still early—so she got up, grabbed a fresh change of clothes, and headed back to the bathroom.

Once Jiang Li’s figure vanished into the bathroom with not a drop of water to be heard, Lu Chaohuan tapped her chin thoughtfully. The soundproofing in this house was impressive.

Lu Chaohuan leaned against the headboard, fiddling with the device in her hand. If Jiang Li saw it, she’d jump out of her skin.

The screen showed the exact layout of her room, and with a swipe, Lu Chaohuan could clearly watch Jiang Li’s every move in high definition.

She’d planted it while Jiang Li was grabbing takeout, tweaking the angle during her shower.

It was a habit of Lu Chaohuan’s—to install cameras in every room wherever she went. Seeing people under her watchful eye gave her a secret thrill of security and control.

Tonight, she’d only meant to test the feed’s quality. But watching Jiang Li lounging casually on her phone, carefree as ever, stirred memories of her earlier eagerness.

Evil ideas bubbled up inside her.

The clip she’d grabbed online at random turned out better than expected.

The performers kept calling out “Sister” the whole time, and it seemed to get a quick rise out of Jiang Li—the sheets started shifting almost immediately.

Ah, Sister really is a pervert.

Lu Chaohuan sighed inwardly, her face impassive as the vivid moans filled the speakers. She swiped for a closer view of the flush blooming across Jiang Li’s face.

Ripples spread slowly over the lake’s surface.

Watching Jiang Li’s live reaction, Lu Chaohuan turned up the volume a notch and smiled in satisfaction as Jiang Li bolted upright, flinging off the covers and rolling over.

With leisurely precision, Lu Chaohuan adjusted the camera angle and propped her chin on her hand. Those pitiful doe eyes from earlier now gleamed with malice, and she even started timing how long it took Jiang Li to react.

Lu Chaohuan didn’t see anything wrong with blasting porn in her stepsister’s ear on their first night living together. She knew Jiang Li liked her, so she was just sharing something she enjoyed.

Shouldn’t Sister love this kind of initiative from her?

All those prying questions on the way here, digging into her love life; insisting back at the dorm on playing big sister and showing off those skinny arms; even at home, she hadn’t stopped trying to impress, ordering a special cake just to welcome her.

What stepsister went to those lengths? Lu Chaohuan’s expression stayed cool, her smirking lips pressed into a thin line, her heart filled with annoyance at being targeted yet again.

If Jiang Li just wanted to be a proper stepsister, Lu Chaohuan could play along, all sweet and harmonious—after all, her smile was disarmingly gentle.

But alas, from what she’d seen today, this so-called stepsister seemed keener on being her lover.

And Lu Chaohuan hated nothing more than people approaching her with that agenda.

Watching the woman finish her shower, change, and slip back into bed, Lu Chaohuan curved her lips and dosed this would-be seductress with a heavy shot.

Jiang Li had just settled in when a glowing blue light flickered to life in the darkness, accompanied by the projector humming on.

Again!?

Lu Chaohuan’s eyes arched in delight at Jiang Li’s startled expression, the screen’s glow reflecting the dark intensity in her pupils.

A low chuckle rippled through the dark room, bouncing off the walls.

Jiang Li’s lingering hope shattered as the wall lit up with clear visuals.

The familiar moans confirmed it—this was the same video as before, but now with the jarring full visuals added.

A half-unbuttoned shirt draped loosely as the moaning woman straddled her partner, both shuddering now and then. The viewer half-expected them to shake right off.

Jiang Li buried her head under the covers, too terrified to peek, let alone march next door and demand Lu Chaohuan turn it off.

Twice connecting porn to her stepsister’s Bluetooth—this level of cringe would make Jiang Li never want to face her again if roles were reversed.

Her little sister was a young, hot-blooded college girl—watching stuff like this was normal.

Jiang Li kept telling herself that, building up her defenses amid the relentless moans. The room was otherwise dead silent, drawing her in despite herself.

She’d never watched porn before, but in her private judgment, Lu Chaohuan had good taste. It leaned artistic and beautiful.

Though she seemed especially fond of one segment.

The little sister asked: “Does Sister like me moaning like this? Does Sister like me being so slutty?”

When big sister didn’t answer, the moans grew even wilder, teasing bolder questions to rile her up.

Until, as desired, big sister pinned her down hard, sending her crashing over the peak.

Jiang Li hadn’t kept exact count, but Lu Chaohuan had looped that little sister’s line at least six times. By the end, Jiang Li knew the rhythm of those moans inside out—which parts sounded like pure bliss.

That night, Jiang Li didn’t fall asleep until midnight, and it was utterly unlike her usual routine—with a woman’s moans lulling her off.

Goodnight, Sister.

Lu Chaohuan gazed at her soundly sleeping sister, lips quirking in a small arc. Her eyes sparkled innocently, obediently—nothing like the predatory glint from moments before.

The next morning, Jiang Li wanted nothing more than to bury that shameful memory. But Lu Chaohuan brought it up first.

“Sister, you look a bit off-color. Did you not sleep well last night?”

Seeing the genuine concern in Lu Chaohuan’s eyes, Jiang Li paused mid-rub at her own, corner still damp from a yawn’s tears. She looked utterly drained.

It wasn’t great, but not terrible either—just a late night.

“Yeah, I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Jiang Li figured that vague dodge would suffice, but Lu Chaohuan’s next words made her tense up, eyes widening in alarm.

“Was it the movie I was watching that disturbed you, Sister?”

Lu Chaohuan’s sincerity shone through, her casual mention of “movie” leaving Jiang Li flustered. Even the soft flesh of her cheeks tightened.

Jiang Li had wondered if Lu Chaohuan might probe whether she’d heard anything. She’d never imagined she’d come right out and ask about it so bluntly.

As her mind tangled over how to respond, Jiang Li caught sight of those pitiful, fluttering eyes—brimming with fear—and the hands hanging rigidly at her sides, feigning composure.

Jiang Li’s resolve melted instantly, her earlier shock easing away.

Lu Chaohuan must be mortified about embarrassing herself in front of her new big sister, scared she’d get scolded for watching porn. It wasn’t exactly a “normal” movie, after all.

Spotting the flicker of complex emotions in Jiang Li’s eyes, Lu Chaohuan amped up her pitiful act and watched satisfaction as Jiang Li’s expression hardened into resolve.

Jiang Li dropped her hand from her eyes, face the picture of appropriate confusion. “Were you watching a movie last night? I had music on in my room and was worried it might bother you.”

The doubt and concern on her face looked utterly real. If Lu Chaohuan weren’t the one who’d played the “music,” she’d have bought it completely.

What a considerate sister.

Jiang Li noted the relaxation washing over Lu Chaohuan’s features and inwardly cheered herself on. See? Another successful day drawing closer to the task target.

Seizing the moment, Jiang Li rolled up her sleeves to head to the kitchen and make breakfast for Lu Chaohuan—anything to escape the awkward vibe.

“Chaohuan, I’ll make you breakfast. You go wash up!”

Cooking for the task target—she’d love that, right?

Breakfast?

Lu Chaohuan’s gaze on Jiang Li darkened further. On just the second day of her moving in, she was already offering to cook?

Jiang Li’s actions were starting to mirror those past sycophants who’d fawned over her. Irritation flashed in Lu Chaohuan’s eyes; the tactics felt stale and nauseating.

But Lu Chaohuan decided to wait a bit longer.

She wanted to see how far Jiang Li would go under the guise of “big sister.”

Meanwhile, Jiang Li stepped into the kitchen only to discover the cupboards bare—no rice, no veggies.

If she wanted to make breakfast for Lu Chaohuan, all she could offer was a gust of cold wind.

Her bold promise crumbled before the empty shelves. Then Lu Chaohuan slipped in silently, standing quietly at her side.

“Sister, what’s wrong?” Lu Chaohuan positioned herself considerately beside Jiang Li, mindful not to startle her.

Jiang Li’s lips parted slightly as she scratched the back of her head, embarrassed. “Sorry about that, Chaohuan. I haven’t bought any groceries yet. We’ll have to eat out.”

Lu Chaohuan’s gaze lingered on her, shadowy. She’d never encountered this before—her ready to hop into bed, only for the other to claim she hadn’t brought a condom.

Even so, Lu Chaohuan kept up her obedient facade, shaking her head to show it was fine. “Then I’ll wait while you change, Sister. We can go out to eat.”

Wait…

Watching Jiang Li dash off happily, Lu Chaohuan suddenly wondered—

Wasn’t this just a ploy to win her favor without actually cooking?