Chapter 88: Side Story 2

After getting their marriage certificate, they began preparations for the wedding.

Li Jia’s approach to the wedding planning sometimes struck Ye Chengxing as a bit over the top, but Li Jia’s thinking was simple. She just wanted to offer Ye Chengxing nothing but the best.

To her, her older sister was the best, so everything at the wedding had to be the best too. She didn’t see anything excessive about it—in fact, she felt they weren’t preparing enough.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, February 28th had arrived, the day before Li Jia’s birthday.

Ever since she could eat and sleep properly again, Li Jia’s health had recovered quickly, especially with the extra nutrition she was getting.

Ye Chengxing had asked Li Jia beforehand about birthday gift ideas. She always took birthdays seriously, and Li Jia’s was February 29th—a date that only came once every four years. Though Li Jia celebrated every year, Ye Chengxing still cherished it deeply.

At the time, Li Jia had simply gazed at her for a long moment before curving her eyes into a smile. “Sis, you’re the best gift already.”

“And by my birthday, my body’s probably all healed up.”

Her words carried a subtle, suggestive undertone.

As it turned out, things went exactly as Li Jia had said. She didn’t even need to wait until her birthday—her body was fully recovered well before then.

The room’s lights shone brightly, casting a vivid glow on the pure red rope that evoked the bloom of a rose.

Ye Chengxing felt heat rising uncontrollably to her cheeks.

She was wearing a moon-white qipao today, an elegant shade of cool purity. But now, with the red cord binding her wrists, it added an unexpectedly blush-inducing intimacy to the scene.

Li Jia was still watching her.

Realizing this, Ye Chengxing paused, then lowered her lashes. A flush crept across her face as she shyly averted her gaze from the woman before her.

She knew Li Jia had always loved seeing her in outfits like this, so she’d deliberately worn it to celebrate the stroke of midnight on her birthday. But she hadn’t expected to barely get out a “Happy birthday” before being bound like this.

Their eyes no longer met as she looked away, but the white peach scent in her breaths remained vivid. The Omega’s pheromones teased her gently, faint one moment and stronger the next, drawing her in without mercy.

“Why won’t you look at me, Sis?” Li Jia noticed Ye Chengxing turning away and blinked innocently, her tone all false innocence. Her gaze didn’t waver for a second.

She looked stunning in the qipao, nearly sinking into the snow-white plush carpet. Her misty black hair spilled over one shoulder, revealing the graceful line of her neck—like a scene from a misty rain. Nothing had even happened yet, but one glance pulled Ye Chengxing into a haze of damp desire.

Ye Chengxing knew Li Jia liked her in these clothes, but she had no idea the real reason why.

The more prim and distant she looked—like pure, untouched spring snow—the more Li Jia wanted to drag her into the depths of passion, to sully her completely.

Hearing the question, Ye Chengxing’s lashes fluttered. Unsure how to respond, she turned her gaze back. The moment their eyes met, the white peach pheromones bloomed intensely—but retracted just a second later, teasing even more elusively.

Under this sweet, torturous play from the Omega, Ye Chengxing’s own pheromones began to spill out uncontrollably.

It was only recently, from 001—now upgraded to 011 in the code—that Ye Chengxing had learned her initial body data had come from Li Jia herself. 001 had simply imported it for her, which explained the faint oolong tea scent lingering on her afterward. Others thought it was perfume, but it was really her pheromones.

The sweet-scented pheromones in the air softly beckoned.

Ye Chengxing felt heat rising in the gland at the nape of her neck.

She looked at Li Jia.

She wanted so badly to touch her right now, to draw closer—closer still—intimate with nothing but each other.

But today, Li Jia was keeping her distance, unlike usual. Bound as she was, Ye Chengxing couldn’t reach her.

And Li Jia hadn’t said a word since that earlier remark.

Finally, unable to hold back, Ye Chengxing spoke first, her ears burning red. “Xiao Li, this… can you untie it?”

Her eyes shimmered with clear desire for Li Jia, yet she was the one holding her captive.

Only she could release these bonds.

Hearing this, Li Jia replied directly, “Of course I can untie it.”

She licked her lips lightly, a hint of rouge blooming at the corners of her eyes. “Just repeat after me, Sis, and I’ll set you free.”

Her breathing grew ragged despite herself, her voice guiding softly. “Say—you love me most.”

The words weren’t what Ye Chengxing had expected. She hesitated, her blush deepening, then echoed, “I love you most.”

“Want—to—make love—with—me.”

“Um… I want to make love with you.”

“So, do you want me now?” As she spoke, Li Jia leaned in, brushing a feather-light kiss to the corner of her lips. Her eyes locked on Ye Chengxing’s, sultry and shimmering. “Say it now—you want to fuck me.”

The kiss was fleeting, barely grazing her—not even her lips, just the corner. But after the earlier teasing torment, it felt like sweet rain. And now, she craved even more closeness.

Only her hands were bound, yet Ye Chengxing felt breathless, her heart utterly ensnared by the woman before her.

She’d never uttered words like these. Her ears turned scarlet at Li Jia’s latest demand.

But Li Jia was clearly set on making her say it. If she didn’t, this frustrating limbo would drag on.

Li Jia traced her lips with the tip of her tongue, her pheromones sweetly unbearable. Ye Chengxing’s eyes misted over, but just as she yielded, Li Jia pulled away again with the lightest touch.

Finally, Ye Chengxing forced the words out, mumbling softly and blurring one in the middle. “I want… you.”

Even blurred, the word left her flushed with shame.

Li Jia tugged the rope. Gazing at Ye Chengxing’s misty, embarrassed eyes, her own lips vibrant and lush, she leaned close to her ear—almost kissing it. “What was that, Sis? So quiet, I couldn’t hear.”

Her warm breath ghosted over Ye Chengxing’s ear.

Ye Chengxing curled her fingers, but she couldn’t free herself alone.

She bit her lip.

Seeing this, Li Jia yanked the red rope again, her voice tinged with mock displeasure. “You can’t try to untie it yourself. That’s grounds for punishment.”

Ye Chengxing was already dizzy from her pheromones.

“I want… you,” she said, looking at her, her voice husky with need. “I want you.”

It was as far as she could go—saying it so clearly was excruciating.

Li Jia gazed at Ye Chengxing’s dazed, entranced eyes and couldn’t resist stroking her cheek. “The way you’re looking at me right now is so beautiful, Sis.”

“But you tried to sneak free on your own.”

With that, she pulled back a little farther.

Undoing a few buttons, Li Jia climbed onto the bed and swept her long hair behind her.

She was punishing her.

Right in front of her eyes, pleasuring herself, making sure she saw every detail—but letting her only watch, nothing more.

Ye Chengxing clearly saw the rose tattoo on her hip bone.

She watched the star dangling from the navel piercing sway gently, stirring endless winds and moons.

Her last shred of restraint shattered under Li Jia’s deliberate provocation. Ye Chengxing’s lashes trembled as she finally repeated the words perfectly, crystal clear.

Li Jia tugged up her clothes to bare her shoulder and neck, her voice unsteady, eyes curved in a way that could drag anyone into the depths. “Sis, say it again.”

Ye Chengxing was utterly ensnared, her willpower teetering on the brink. Without hesitation, she repeated it.

Their pheromones intertwined thickly in the air.

The instant the bonds loosened, Ye Chengxing pulled Li Jia into her arms.

Teased for so long, her kiss carried a breathless intensity.

Li Jia seemed not quite done with her teasing game and shrank back playfully, pretending to evade. But Ye Chengxing pinned her down.

Burying her face in Li Jia’s neck, her voice trembled. “Xiao Li, you’re really asking for a good fucking.”

Even wanting to be gentle, she couldn’t—not now. The loss of control was stark and vivid.

Hearing this, Li Jia let out a soft moan. She glanced back, eyes hooked seductively. In a breathy whisper, she called, “Sis.”

She raised a hand to her.

Beautiful.

Glistening vividly, like an offering on display.

“…That’s enough,” she murmured, her voice soft and pulsing.

The sight struck Ye Chengxing deeply.

She leaned down and enveloped her.

In the heat of passion, Ye Chengxing thought hazily that perhaps all those “dirty” words from her past were being poured into this moment.

But Li Jia’s reactions left no room for such thoughts.

Too much—too intoxicating.

How could she not be tempted?

Like a ripe white peach, bursting with juice at the slightest squeeze, begging to be savored for more sweet nectar.

The elegant qipao grew damp, its pearls yanked loose by Li Jia and scattered on the floor. The exquisite embroidery turned it into a one-time garment.

Li Jia listened to her sounds, marveling how this Alpha’s moans were even more alluring than her own.

Those usually restrained eyes now brimmed with watery mist, hazy and lost. Though she was the one taking her, Li Jia looked the more thoroughly ravished.

Thrust by thrust, Li Jia’s thoughts scattered. So this was it.

This was her true passion unleashed—utterly captivating.

The pheromones hung heavy, impossible to distinguish as white peach or oolong tea. Ye Chengxing kissed her nape, lapping up the Omega’s pheromones until they melted like liquid.

She had to mark her.

Make her hers—completely, only hers.

In that instant.

She clasped her hand.

Oolong tea-scented pheromones flooded in, cool and soothing.

Tears beaded at the corners of Li Jia’s eyes.

Her slender fingers went limp, trailing red marks down the woman’s butterfly bones along her snow-white back.

“Too much… pheromones…” Her voice blurred into a murmur.

Ye Chengxing gently stroked the hair of the woman cradled in her arms, her touch carrying a soothing reassurance. She was starting to worry that she might have gone too far and was hesitating over whether to stop there when Li Jia’s faint, halting murmurs drifted into her ear.

“But I like it so much…”

“I really like this birthday gift.”