Chapter 74: The Scheming Green Tea Stepsister

What on earth had Lu Chaohuan been watching all day?

Whispers kept drifting into Jiang Li’s ears, one after another, turning the tips of her ears bright red as if blood might drip from them at any moment. Her heartbeat raced so fast that it sent her blood surging wildly.

It felt like steam was about to burst from the top of her head, fogging everything up.

Jiang Li took back her earlier assumption. The situation she was in now far surpassed the embarrassment of that first night when Lu Chaohuan had deliberately played that video for her.

Back then, it had only been the sounds playing in her ears, and Jiang Li hadn’t dared to glance at the visuals even once. She’d spent the entire time huddled under the covers.

But now, she wasn’t just hearing Lu Chaohuan’s moans that seeped into her very bones. The tiny phone screen laid out every blush-inducing scene right in front of her.

There was no avoiding it—and deep down, she didn’t want to.

The low, husky voice filtered through the thin membrane of her Bluetooth earbuds and straight into her ear canal.

The sound was so close it felt like it was caressing the sensitive earlobe that Lu Chaohuan usually nibbled so tenderly. Jiang Li trembled unconsciously, a series of tingling electric currents shooting through her.

Once she’d opened Pandora’s box of desire—and the giver was Lu Chaohuan—Jiang Li willingly offered up her pounding heart, surrendering completely to the haze of lust.

Lu Chaohuan had Jiang Li’s thoughts firmly in her grasp, understanding her perfectly, down to the tiniest detail.

Just moments ago, when Jiang Li had shakily forced out her second sentence, her voice still laced with reluctance, Lu Chaohuan had seamlessly shifted her focus.

“Sister, do you remember our first night living together, when I played that video for you?”

Of course she remembered. How could she not?

The unbearable restlessness and flushing shame of that night, the sweat soaking through her clothes, the sounds echoing in her ears all night long.

She’d thought it was finally over when Lu Chaohuan seemed to realize what she’d done. But when Jiang Li returned from her shower, she faced an upgraded version complete with visuals.

That night, she had desperately wanted to storm into Lu Chaohuan’s room, drag her back to her own bed, make her experience the same torment, and teach her exactly how to use the devices in the room.

The surround sound in her ears… wait a minute!

“That time—was it on purpose?!”

Before the answer even reached her, Jiang Li heard Lu Chaohuan’s soft chuckle, as if mocking how slow her reaction was, only realizing it now.

“Once might be an accident, but twice? That’s definitely on purpose.” Lu Chaohuan’s voice was husky, her breaths spilling out Jiang Li’s innermost feelings right into her ear. “Silly Sister.”

Jiang Li fell silent. She averted her gaze to the time in the upper right corner of her phone screen, seriously contemplating the possibility of heading back right now—maybe even taking an overnight bus tonight.

She had zero interest in continuing this boring conference. She just wanted to grab Lu Chaohuan and give her a good scolding.

On their very first night living together, Lu Chaohuan had given her such a “surprise.” Jiang Li gritted her teeth.

The breathing in her ear grew heavier, as expected. Lu Chaohuan’s eyes narrowed with pleasure, excitement bubbling up inside her. Sister’s finally angry now that she knows what I did.

Her fingertips danced wildly. Though Lu Chaohuan was the one boldly confessing, she wasn’t faring much better herself.

The air conditioner hummed steadily in the room, blanketing every reachable surface with cool air and creating a comfortably chilly space.

But the scorching heat rising from within, fueled by the churning desire in her heart, wouldn’t stop.

So before Jiang Li could react, Lu Chaohuan switched the phone’s camera angle to her flushed cheek—the first glimpse Jiang Li had of her face that night.

If the earlier white waves cresting around her fingertips had been a slow, seductive sway drawing her in gradually, then this blushing face was like a blazing sunrise slamming straight into her, making her heart plummet in an instant.

“Sister.”

Jiang Li’s heart skipped a beat.

Just two short words, a simple address, wrapped around her tongue a few times before being whispered out. The beautiful face, pitiful in its allure, grew larger with each breath, tightening Jiang Li’s chest.

Her misty eyes brimmed with hazy affection, drifting aimlessly, but her dark pupils always fixed on Jiang Li. Her cheeks, flushed like maple leaves, had soft little indents from the pillow.

The person on the screen was a mischievous little siren, propping up her cheeks and tracing her fingertips delicately along them, her words blatantly announcing her intent to devour Jiang Li.

But Jiang Li stared wide-eyed—perhaps a bit dazed—as the pad of that finger brushed her own cheek in her mind, feeling soft and warm.

The fingertips pinched her soft cheeks, two fingers kneading them. Jiang Li’s rising anger quietly faded, her brows softening.

“Sister” was called out again and again, like a sigh or a lover’s involuntary murmur.

It was the siren’s song, the devil’s temptation plunging her into the depths, her little sister pulling her into this forbidden intimacy.

Jiang Li offered no resistance. She gave her body and soul, sacrificing her pure spirit and temporarily extinguishing her moral compass.

All because the Lu Chaohuan she loved wanted it that way.

“Sister.”

Her cheeks drunkenly red, brows slightly furrowed, a low moan blowing into her ear, eyes gazing with endless affection—Lu Chaohuan’s hand trembled harder holding the phone, blurring the parts Jiang Li could see.

Eventually, Lu Chaohuan gave up holding it and propped the phone against a pillow for support, giving a clear view of her upper body and profile.

It was like a voyeuristic angle, yet Jiang Li was undeniably part of it.

Jiang Li’s throat bobbed nervously as she shakily read a line from the document, still embarrassed but choosing one that wasn’t too explicit.

Lu Chaohuan followed her own earlier instructions and Jiang Li’s words, pressing her fingertip down.

Jiang Li’s pupils contracted slightly as she watched the finger make intimate contact, paling a little.

Lu Chaohuan yearned to heighten the shivers she’d already ignited, her brows knitting in discomfort.

“More… Sister, say it again, tell me… okay? Okay…?”

Jiang Li’s face exploded with red. She had no idea how Lu Chaohuan could say something so blush-inducing so calmly. Just repeating the words from Lu Chaohuan’s document was a struggle for her.

If she added endearments like “Baby” as Lu Chaohuan did, Jiang Li felt her blood surging everywhere, her breathing completely out of control.

Lu Chaohuan had just guided her: Speak from the heart, voice what you want.

From the heart, huh…

Snowy white waves rose, cresting tides more enchanting than a thousand charms.

“I want to… eat Baby’s…”

For the last word, Jiang Li hesitated for ages until Lu Chaohuan looked over with a smile, and it finally tumbled out.

Ah! The instant the words escaped, Jiang Li’s face burned brighter than the sunset sky by three degrees. Her gaze trembled on the screen but stayed glued there, clinging to her last shred of dignity.

A breathy laugh from the earbuds was ambiguously shameful, but Jiang Li was soon drawn to something approaching on the screen.

Lu Chaohuan often said she loved Jiang Li’s, but Jiang Li thought Lu Chaohuan’s were just right, perfectly proportioned.

It was a milky special cake topped with two plump cherries. Just looking at it conjured the sweet aroma, and pressing a fingertip into the soft cake made it bounce back enticingly.

Her fingertips swept over the creamy white surface, like sweet frosting that always drew people in.

“Sister… feed Sister… want Sister…”

Across the screen, it drew even closer.

Jiang Li’s mouth went dry, and she licked her lips. She wanted to find water in the room to soothe her throat—something ice-cold to quench her thirst.

The sounds swirling in the room seemed heavier. Lu Chaohuan heard them, her slender neck arching high, displaying the girl’s perfect curves fully to Jiang Li.

The phone was set aside against something, the camera faithfully capturing her shoulder, neck, and jawline.

Warm lighting bathed her skin, highlighting the stray hairs by Lu Chaohuan’s face. Jiang Li swallowed hard, her eyes under long lashes fixed on the delicate shoulder and neck quivering against the bed.

The continuous murmurs in her ears had already stirred Jiang Li’s dormant desires. Watching Lu Chaohuan tremble drunkenly red on the phone, her hand under the covers twitched slightly.

Lu Chaohuan wouldn’t notice.

Reassuring herself, Jiang Li moved stealthily.

Worried Lu Chaohuan might spot it on her face, she slowly raised her phone farther away—to a distance where she could see Lu Chaohuan clearly but Lu Chaohuan couldn’t make out her expression.

Perfect.

Her heart pounded drum-like, louder and more turbulent in her ears with each beat. The sounds from the earbuds grew clearer, stirring tremors deep in her soul.

The sensation at her fingertips was rare, a long-ignored plea surfacing after just two light strokes, her eyes darkening.

That captivating shoulder and neck still swayed in her view, skin dazzlingly white, lines sharp yet beautifully elegant.

Jiang Li had observed for a while now, easily deducing Lu Chaohuan’s rhythm from her focus on the neck. Leaning against the pillow with fluttering lashes, she listened to the soft calls in her earbuds, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Sister…”

Don’t call me Sister.

Frowning, Jiang Li had never done anything like this before. She could only rely on her understanding of Lu Chaohuan to guide her own actions.

Her mind swirled in a haze. As she leaned back against the pillow, red-eyed, an untimely thought popped up—compared to pleasing herself, she seemed far better at pleasing Lu Chaohuan.

What a ridiculous realization.

But she only faltered once. Her flushed cheeks deepened, Jiang Li’s slender neck arching into a graceful curve, her chest heaving chaotically.

The surrounding sounds suddenly grew frantically urgent, like hyperventilation. Lu Chaohuan pulled her attention away, glancing at Jiang Li on the screen.

Her eyes blinked. Lu Chaohuan pressed her face into the pillow, her forehead strands thoroughly soaked.

The soft pillow fabric rubbed her cheek, but it was nowhere near as silky as Jiang Li’s skin. Her brows furrowed tighter, and she yearned more for the arms that always held her so securely.

Jiang Li loved holding her close, and Lu Chaohuan adored that gentle embrace, the perfect fit of shoulder and neck.

But right now…

As her gaze dropped, her breath hitched. She caught sight of Jiang Li’s neck flung back, slender and taut—a stunning visual line. But this reaction… Lu Chaohuan narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing closely.

After a moment, a smile curved her lips.

She relaxed her body slowly, rolling to face Jiang Li directly. Her unabashed gaze boldly roamed Jiang Li’s pale shoulder and neck, deepening as it lingered on the earbuds plugged into her ears.

She made no move, simply watching Jiang Li with parted lips.

“Ah… Sis… Sister…”

“Mmm… No, no more… Sister… Sis~ter…”

Ah… stop calling…

Tears of discomfort welled at the corners of her eyes. The low, husky, lingering sounds were achingly beautiful, a drug hooking her deeper, making it harder to endure the more she heard.

For Jiang Li, those words rippling through her ears dragged her already struggling body into even more dire straits.

The sounds filling the room grew more alluring. Lu Chaohuan continued, her eyes half-lidded as she breathed out soft words.

“Hah… Sis… Sister, I like Sister, like Sister so much, so so much.”

Her hand ached. Jiang Li pressed her back hard against the bed, gritting her teeth to look at Lu Chaohuan. Not sweet words like that, not now.

Their eyes met—hers sparkling with amusement.

Jiang Li’s heart clenched. Her hand stilled under the covers as she struggled to steady her breathing, but the heaving of her chest betrayed her mercilessly. She had no idea.

Lu Chaohuan’s eyes still held the remnants of her earlier ecstasy. Seeing the slight curve of her lips, Jiang Li’s heart raced in panic.

Her lips parted slightly, and Lu Chaohuan asked curiously, “What was Sister doing just now?”

Doing what you were just doing.

Jiang Li desperately wanted to say it, but she lacked Lu Chaohuan’s bold skin. To admit aloud what she’d been up to, right in front of her…

She couldn’t utter it. Even thinking about it made her response stutter.

“N-Nothing, just watching you.”

“Oh~~ Is that so.” Lu Chaohuan’s tone dipped disappointingly, tugging at the heartstrings, before rising brightly again.

“I insisted on playing with Sister tonight, keeping you up without any rest. You must be exhausted. Now that it’s over—”

“Goodnight, Sister.”

The muffled, pleased farewell left Jiang Li dazed, responding on instinct. In the second before the screen went dark, she caught a mischievous glint in Lu Chaohuan’s eyes.

Beep.

The tension hanging high, unobserved; the bubble cherished in careful hands; the lingering echoes of intimacy; her stunned reflection on the darkened phone—all seemed to whisper to Jiang Li:

This decadent bloom had been nothing but a mirage.

Like hell it was!

Lu Chaohuan!!

That final smile—you knew exactly what I was doing, didn’t you?

She’d reeled her in, then cut the video just like that. Jiang Li gritted her teeth, tempted to call back, but remembered her own words.

Calling back now would be slapping her own face.

Her fingertip hovered over the call button for ages before its furious owner flung it onto the pristine white sheets.

The night deepened in silence. It wasn’t until nearly midnight that the room’s occupant finally fell into deep sleep, her slender frame bundled thinly under the covers. Exhausted beyond measure, she hadn’t even bothered to clean up.

Guided solely by the voice message Lu Chaohuan had sent last night, she collapsed onto the bed, utterly limp everywhere.

Before fatigue sealed her eyes in sleep, Jiang Li’s final thought was:

You’d better behave and wait for me to deal with you when I get back.

Lu Chaohuan.