Chapter 70: The Sly Green Tea Stepsister

By some inscrutable impulse, in the brief moment it took Lu Chaohuan to catch her breath, her body was gently laid flat on the bed, released from Jiang Li’s tight embrace.

A pleased curve tugged at the corners of her lips. Lu Chaohuan knew this was Jiang Li’s way of agreeing.

Perhaps because she’d already let those sounds escape, Jiang Li no longer hid her true desires. The words that reached Lu Chaohuan’s ears were a low, husky murmur.

“If you’re uncomfortable, just tell me.”

Lu Chaohuan gave a soft hum in response. She could clearly feel a pair of scorching hands settling slowly on her legs. Jiang Li was trembling, yet with unwavering determination, she lifted them.

The heat building wasn’t just on the small patch of skin where they touched, but also in Jiang Li’s gaze as it fixed on her.

That stare burned fiercely, never wavering, focused entirely on her most sensitive spot. Under that intense scrutiny, it felt scorched, twitching involuntarily.

The beautiful flower still bore the dew left by its recent admirer, glistening droplets clinging to it. As the core tightened, the beads on the petals slipped free, sliding down its curves.

They left their mark on the plain sheets below.

Jiang Li watched the scene before her without blinking, her eyes following the path of one droplet. It was the fruit of her diligent efforts, now finding its rightful place.

The flower was so delicate—the petals closest to the center curled with faint creases, standing out starkly against the pale pink flush. The sight stirred a pang of guilt in Jiang Li.

It had to be her fault. Her fingertips and pads were cautious, but inevitably, with increasing rhythm and pressure, some harm was done.

Look, now they were wrinkled.

“Sorry.”

Laced with tender remorse, Jiang Li offered her soft apology to the dew-kissed flower, enveloping it in warm, wet heat.

So unfair.

Saying sorry while lavishing such gentle care—Jiang Li was playing dirty.

This was the moment Lu Chaohuan had dreamed of endlessly: Jiang Li’s lips taking her in. Her waist arched sharply off the bed, her calves twitching uncontrollably against Jiang Li’s slender shoulders.

Fireworks exploded in her mind the instant those lips and tongue descended, obliterating the last shreds of her reason.

Screw reason. Screw hiding that Jiang Li wasn’t the mission target.

Lu Chaohuan reached up and yanked off the silk blindfold covering her eyes, flinging it far onto the floor. She didn’t care anymore.

“Baby, yes, just like that—lick it harder.”

Her smooth, pale length sprang up high. Lu Chaohuan thrust herself toward Jiang Li with all her might, brazenly painting a slick circle around her lips.

The move was sudden. She nearly smothered Jiang Li’s face completely, feeding her endless streams without restraint. Jiang Li’s throat bobbed frantically, choked by the generous host shoving her guest too eagerly.

Cough… cough cough cough…

She hacked again and again. Jiang Li tried to pull back a little, but Lu Chaohuan clung to her relentlessly. Watching the wild twists, Jiang Li feared she’d hurt her back and could only steady her with both hands.

“Do you love touching it that much? Can’t even stand a moment apart before hugging it again.” Lu Chaohuan’s muffled teasing drifted from the headboard.

Originally, it was Lu Chaohuan shamelessly offering herself up. But now, with Jiang Li’s hands drawing her close, it looked like Jiang Li couldn’t bear to let go.

What the hell?!

Those words flipped the script entirely, leaving Jiang Li annoyed enough to lean in and nip sharply. Only the pained yelp in her ear brought satisfaction as she pulled back.

But Lu Chaohuan was never one to stay still—especially not when it came to provoking Jiang Li.

The moment she was released, she reached out and grabbed Jiang Li’s retreating hair. “Clutching it so desperately, biting and licking… So Sister likes being a desperate lapdog, huh?”

Lu! Chao! Huan!

“I really want to seal that mouth of yours.”

The dew-drenched petals trembled delicately before her, radiating erotic allure that locked Jiang Li’s gaze in place, refusing to let it stray.

You’re the one who seduced me first.

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Li dove in without hesitation, devouring the offered petals and dew. Delivered right to her, and she dared call Jiang Li desperate?

Her lips and tongue hooked firmly. Lacking finesse, Jiang Li simply followed the heavy, breathless instructions whispered hotly in her ear, leaning down to grind and caress as directed.

“Mm… Sister wants to seal my mouth? Ha… Th-there are, so many w-ways… Nngh…”

The wet, sloppy sounds filled the air. Jiang Li didn’t respond to Lu Chaohuan, devoting herself instead to the shrinking petals before her—a familiar prelude.

The lash of her tongue against the petals drew Lu Chaohuan deeper into bliss. Ignoring whether Jiang Li answered, she voiced her ideas amid the suggestions.

Amid the soft press of Jiang Li’s lips and tongue, the low hum of the air conditioner, and the endless lewd symphony in the room, her voice spilled out in ragged, alternating bursts—urgent and languid.

“K-kiss me… mm, kiss me until my tongue can’t speak… Nngh, make it so every word needs a kiss from Sister first…”

Daze her lips and tongue completely—for Jiang Li alone, trembling only for her.

“Stuff… Sister’s fingers in my mouth, hm, nngh… stir my little tongue until it can’t spout filth anymore… Haa… Higher, Sister, slide them up a bit more, ah…”

Tears welled in her eyes, some from the slick fluids splashing her eyelids and trickling down her cheeks, others flushed from Jiang Li’s own rising excitement.

A tender mercy warred fiercely in Jiang Li’s heart with a crazed urge to punish—one voice urging gentleness for Lu Chaohuan, the other demanding a harsh lesson for this disobedient girl.

Her throat worked convulsively; excess spilled from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her elegant jaw to splatter like tiny waves.

Hot.

So hot that Lu Chaohuan wanted to draw her legs back from Jiang Li’s shoulders. She kicked lightly twice by accident, her legs aching, craving a new position.

Smack.

A slick hand clamped down hard, refusing to release her.

“Done using it and already trying to kick Sister away?”

Buffeted by the relentless flow, Jiang Li’s words came out glossy and edged with discontent, her voice pitched low in displeasure.

She lifted her head. Without one hand holding her up, Lu Chaohuan’s waist sank naturally onto her thighs. Jiang Li only needed to flick up her eyelids, and her gaze pierced those watery reds, pinning Lu Chaohuan.

Sister had misunderstood.

But Lu Chaohuan didn’t mind deepening the misconception. Her long, curled lashes cast shadows on her eyelids, her lips curving just right—a picture of perfect innocence.

“Hm? Does Sister want to sleep with me too?”

Sleep—as in rest, or sleep with her? Lu Chaohuan left it ambiguous, her tongue rolling teasingly over the key syllable as she spoke.

She wanted Jiang Li to imagine the worst.

Jiang Li’s lips pressed tight, then parted slightly. Lu Chaohuan met her stare, seeing twin flickers of anger smoldering there. But she wasn’t afraid.

She was ready to push further.

“Sister can’t stay silent forever, you know.”

“If Sister won’t say it, then I’ll do things my way.”

She tried to pull her ankle free, but Jiang Li’s grip tightened subtly. Using that leverage, Lu Chaohuan eased her body back against the headboard.

Tch, Sister had stripped her bare, yet she herself was fully clothed.

Frowning in dissatisfaction, Lu Chaohuan boldly shoved her foot into Jiang Li’s lap, slipping it under her T-shirt. The brief graze over her waist elicited the desired reaction; Lu Chaohuan smirked in satisfaction.

Jiang Li’s waist was exquisitely sensitive—even a light brush provoked a big response.

“Sister’s all talk. Last time I said I wanted to make love, didn’t you take me shopping for toys? How could you forget just now?”

Water droplets splattered Jiang Li’s eyes, now misting with fragrant steam from Lu Chaohuan’s words. Jiang Li had no idea how to reply.

She was the one who’d taken Lu Chaohuan shopping. She was the one whose lips still glistened with Lu Chaohuan’s taste. Proof of their frenzy marked Jiang Li’s face, neck, fingertips, collarbone—everywhere.

Even pursing her lips in tension brushed against another drop.

Watching Jiang Li squeeze her eyes shut, avoiding her gaze, Lu Chaohuan giggled. Leaning back without a care, she displayed every mark shamelessly for Jiang Li.

“Does Sister know how I treat my bedmates?”

With mock curiosity, she tallied the traces on her body—one, two, three. When she glanced back at Jiang Li, it was Jiang Li who sought her eyes first.

“Bedmate” was a foreign concept to Jiang Li.

Her only knowledge of bedroom intimacies was rooted in mutual affection—and that’s why she’d assumed Lu Chaohuan’s behavior meant a new romance.

But Lu Chaohuan invoked the term so casually now, treating it like a mundane outlet for lust, no love involved.

So, how did she handle them?

“I’ll turn cold once it’s over. Just like trying to kick Sister away earlier.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement, her exquisite face beaming a radiant smile that clashed with her heartless words, her lips parting and closing playfully. “Just scratching an itch, nothing more.”

Turn cold. Kick Sister away. Just scratching an itch…

Each phrase struck Jiang Li like a bullet. Staring at the beaming Lu Chaohuan, her gaze darkened with displeasure, emotions coiling in her depths, ready to erupt.

What they’d done was merely to satisfy Lu Chaohuan’s urges—and the kick came because she was finished.

Once sated, going cold was natural.

But that was for bedmates.

Jiang Li was her close sister, someone she’d once harbored feelings for—was she just another summon-and-dismiss toy in Lu Chaohuan’s eyes?

Her stare deepened. Jiang Li pressed a fingertip gently into one of the red marks she’d left earlier. “So, me?”

Lu Chaohuan had been waiting for that question.

She hooked her ankle around Jiang Li and pushed off into her arms, caught securely.

Nuzzling her cheek against Jiang Li’s soft face—still slick with her essence—Lu Chaohuan lapped up a bead, then planted a tender kiss on her earlobe, watching it quiver.

Lazily settling into Jiang Li’s lap, her slender arms like lotus stems looped around her neck, fingertips teasing the nape. Her eyes curved seductively.

She asked softly.

“Does Sister want to keep going with her little sister?”

“Did you like hearing me call out ‘Sister’ over and over, voice shaking?”

“Fucking your own little sister—does that get you off, Sister?”