Chapter 28: The Chaebol Heir’s Canary — “Little Yu, Let Me Mark You, Okay?” Part 1

Comfort? Right. All she really wanted was to bully her.

Shi Yu saw through it completely and arched into her embrace, kissing back with enthusiastic cooperation, exchanging breaths.

Their essences gradually merged, growing hot and sticky. The floral scent filled the entire room, intertwining with the scent of pine and cypress, saturating the humid air.

Smelling the rich pheromones on Shi Yu, Jiang Qiuyan’s gaze darkened. She pressed the back of Shi Yu’s head and nuzzled against her neck.

The little cat seemed especially aroused. Her pheromones were different from before.

Beyond expressing emotions, pheromones served another vital function: conveying feelings. From what the little cat was releasing, Jiang Qiuyan could sense a great deal.

“Little Yu, do you want me?”

Shi Yu looked up at her. Her round, almond eyes were veiled in mist, dark pupils bright and gleaming, like eternal, unextinguishable stars.

Something struck Jiang Qiuyan’s heart. It lurched violently, and even her pheromones grew intense and scorching, carrying a faint but unmistakable dominance.

Shi Yu whimpered uncomfortably and grabbed her arm. “…I don’t like this.”

Jiang Qiuyan froze, quickly retracting her pheromones. She pecked at Shi Yu’s soft pink lips to soothe her. “Sorry. I lost control for a moment. Does it hurt?”

Shi Yu gazed at her with dewy eyes, her thick lashes fluttering. “Not really… just… hurry up…”

Rarely, she was more impatient than Jiang Qiuyan.

Jiang Qiuyan naturally loved her initiative. As the kiss deepened, the pheromones she released carried a seductive pull, muddling the little cat’s mind and softening her entire body. She could only lean against her, barely standing on borrowed strength.

The school uniform jacket fell to the floor. The sweater and blouse underneath were loose, making the girl look slender and petite, small and endearing.

Jiang Qiuyan leaned down and caught the ribbon tied on the blouse between her teeth. The little cat in her arms gasped sharply, her breathing pattern completely thrown off.

Jiang Qiuyan looked up at her, gaze landing on the lips in her eyes, darkening to the extreme.

She reached up and removed the ribbon, bit open the top two buttons, and buried her face inside.

Unclasping a bra one-handed was one of her most unremarkable skills, but today she hit a wall.

The first time, she wrote it off as an accident. The next few attempts also failed. Just as she was about to try again, the little cat stopped her.

“I’ll do it myself.”

Shi Yu reached back to undo it, blushing and not daring to look at Jiang Qiuyan. Seeing the crimson tips of her ears, a flash of insight struck Jiang Qiuyan.

“Your bra is too small?”

She reached over and felt. The elastic had left marks all across her back. Jiang Qiuyan confirmed her theory.

“I don’t know why, but it… suddenly got smaller.”

With every word, Shi Yu’s face grew redder. By the end, she was a little tomato with steam rising from her head.

She lowered her head. Thick, crow-black lashes trembled, and a flush bloomed across her cheeks. The warmth made her skin glow luminously, and with the fine beads of sweat on her nose, she looked like a peach blossom in bud.

Charming and radiant, breathtaking and alluring.

Jiang Qiuyan looked down at her and found her impossibly cute. Her heart hammered out of control. Something was about to overflow.

Before her brain could react, her body had already moved.

Shi Yu’s lips were captured. Large hands circled her back, fingertips gently tracing the marks left by the elastic, ticklish and tingling.

The alpha’s pheromones seemed to grow even thicker, sparking restlessness in Shi Yu’s heart, every inch of skin hypersensitive beyond endurance. Even breath on her skin was too much.

The air in Shi Yu’s mouth was plundered clean. Deprived of oxygen, her mind went hazy, her reason barely clinging. The last shred of clarity urged her to press closer to the alpha.

Noticing the restless little cat paws, amusement flickered in Jiang Qiuyan’s eyes. She released Shi Yu’s tongue and asked in a muffled voice, “What is it?”

Shi Yu opened her dazed eyes, gazing at her without focus. After a long moment, she reached out and pushed her.

Jiang Qiuyan naturally complied, putting some distance between them.

A thread of silver connected their lips, breaking as the distance grew, dangling from Shi Yu’s lower lip, making it glisten like a ripe cherry.

Jiang Qiuyan stared and stared before leaning forward to lick it.

Shi Yu opened her eyes to look at her. Desire stained those dark pupils, burning the corners of her eyes crimson. A single teardrop gathered there, making her appear all the more fragile and pitiful, making one want to hold her and love her fiercely.

Jiang Qiuyan’s throat bobbed. She straightened her long legs and lifted the girl up. Shi Yu quickly wrapped her arms around her neck, burying her entire face in the crook.

Jiang Qiuyan was immensely pleased. In a few strides she entered the bedroom and set her down on the edge of the bed, kneeling before her…

Shi Yu had no strength left. She propped herself up with both hands and watched her. The overwhelmingly possessive gaze frightened her. Her abdomen clenched, and her bones turned to jelly.

From this angle, everything was on full display. Jiang Qiuyan exhaled a turbid breath and pressed her lips and tongue forward.

Even the scorching breath alone was hard to bear, let alone warm, soft lips and tongue. Shi Yu jolted and fell back onto the bed. Her breathing grew rapid and chaotic, chest heaving, soft snow-white swells swaying gently, unbearably tempting.

Jiang Qiuyan supported her waist with one hand and gripped her leg with the other, taking and claiming without mercy, the tip of her tongue circling and teasing, producing wanton, intimate sounds.

Shi Yu whimpered softly, her voice thin and sweet like feathers lightly scratching Jiang Qiuyan’s heart, making her reason collapse for an instant.

Jiang Qiuyan opened her mouth and bit down, teeth gently grazing, teasing until it blushed with shyness. Shi Yu gasped, her words jumbled, before going soft on the bed.

Jiang Qiuyan wiped the moisture from her lips and leaned over to half-embrace Shi Yu, burying her face against her neck and nuzzling, nose burrowing against her earlobe.

The lingering intensity of the sensation made it hard for Shi Yu to come back to herself. Her mind was blank for a long time before her eyes slowly refocused.

Noticing Jiang Qiuyan’s hand reaching around from behind again, she said hoarsely, “I just… let me rest a bit, okay?”

Jiang Qiuyan kissed the back of her neck, lips rubbing against the gland, her voice equally hoarse. “Okay.”

She agreed, but not entirely. Everything except the final step continued without pause.

The entire room was filled with intertwined pheromones, so concentrated they directly clouded the mind. Shi Yu felt that even though she was exhausted, she couldn’t help wanting to press closer to Jiang Qiuyan, until there wasn’t a single gap between them.

She reached out and touched Jiang Qiuyan’s chest, pressing kisses against her chin, trying to soothe the heat and impulse inside her.

Jiang Qiuyan’s gaze shifted. Desire surged in those dark eyes, threatening to congeal into something tangible and spill out.

“If you’re like this, I won’t let you go.”

She had intended to let her rest. But the girl had come to her. That couldn’t be helped.

Jiang Qiuyan pinched her chin and kissed her, then reached over to open the bedside drawer. She pulled out a white box. What lay inside made Shi Yu’s eyes go wide.

She tried to close the box. Jiang Qiuyan caught her hand.

“Don’t like these?”

Was this about liking or not? Why were these things here? Shi Yu’s brain ground to a halt as she watched Jiang Qiuyan take them out and lean toward her…

“Ah! So cold!”

Tears seeped from the corners of Shi Yu’s eyes. Her pupils were veiled with moisture, hazy and dazed, making her all the more tempting to torment.

Jiang Qiuyan bit her ear and said, “Isn’t this the new trick you’ve been looking forward to?”

Shi Yu cried, her voice weak. “I wasn’t looking forward to anything.”

“But earlier you pinned me on the bed and said you wanted to play something new. Did I remember wrong?”

Shi Yu couldn’t argue, because it was true. But that had been for buttering her up! Why did it have to turn out like this?

And she hadn’t known what Jiang Qiuyan meant by “new trick” either. It was too… perverted.

Jiang Qiuyan opened her mouth and captured her burning cheek, her wrist moving swiftly, treating her whimpers as background music.

The floral scent overflowed, so thick the air grew murky. Shi Yu leaned against Jiang Qiuyan’s embrace, her neck stretched taut, mottled kiss marks visible along her collarbone, making the sight even more provocative.

Shi Yu gripped Jiang Qiuyan’s arm, leaving bright red scratches. Jiang Qiuyan took it as the little cat acting spoiled and leaned down to kiss her tear-filled eyes, sucking away the falling droplets.

“Sweet Baby, why are you crying?”

Shi Yu knew she was doing it on purpose, but with lips and tongue occupied and breathing difficult, how could she make a sound?

The sweet omega pheromones wrapped around her. The fragrance sank into her bones like poison, collapsing every line of reason, leaving only desire to sustain her.

Shi Yu had lost count of the times. She only knew she was cradled in Jiang Qiuyan’s arms, legs draped over hers, commanded to open or close.

The sheets were crumpled into a mess. The blanket had fallen to the floor. The places where they had been bore water marks, as if proof that something had existed.

Shi Yu braced her hands on the cabinet, legs trembling. A scorching chest pressed against her back. Soon the gland was enveloped in warmth.

“Can’t give up this early. I’ve only just started.”

With the gland bitten, Shi Yu didn’t dare move. She let Jiang Qiuyan take and give as she pleased. Under the relentless assault, she held on for less than five minutes.

Jiang Qiuyan scooped up the limp little cat and nuzzled her slightly swollen gland, her low voice thick with excitement.

“Sweet Baby, let’s go take a bath.”

Shi Yu thought she had finally stopped and nodded in a daze, missing the flicker of greed in Jiang Qiuyan’s eyes.

Warm water enveloped her body. Shi Yu felt like she was alive again. She lay contentedly against the edge of the tub, completely oblivious to the danger behind her.

“…mmh!”

“Why are you… again?!”

Shi Yu turned in disbelief. Jiang Qiuyan happened to lean forward, arms wrapping around her waist and stomach, pressing her into her embrace.

“We’ve had our bath and you’ve rested enough. Now it’s time for business.”

“Don’t! You…”

Shi Yu’s voice was trapped in her throat. Only fragmented whimpers escaped as the storm struck, leaving her with no power to resist.

…

Thankfully the next day was a weekend. Shi Yu slept until she was dead to the world, waking up at three in the afternoon.

Jiang Qiuyan was handling work in the study. When she heard the door open, she took off her glasses and stood up. As she pushed the door open, Shi Yu happened to stumble into her arms.

Shi Yu wasn’t fully awake yet. She looked up at her briefly before hugging her waist.

“I thought you went to the company.”