Chapter 11: The Fake Heiress of the Wealthy Family (Part 11)

Released on January 27, 2026

Shen Yi’s kiss was just like her—rational and restrained.

It wasn’t heavy, nor was it deep.

She pinched Shen Ke’s face, tilting her head so her nose tip pressed against Shen Ke’s soft cheek, also brushing her own fingers.

It wasn’t an exaggerated movement, yet Shen Ke felt like she was completely under her control, trapped in Shen Yi’s palm, at her mercy to kiss and possess.

Shen Yi gently sucked on Shen Ke’s upper lip.

She didn’t close her eyes, instead half-lowering her lids, gazing at Shen Ke from an intimately close distance.

Shen Ke didn’t look ugly from this angle—in fact, someone as perfectly beautiful as her looked good from any angle.

The terrified eyes, the trembling eyelashes, the moist gaze—everything about it was addicting to Shen Yi.

Her eyes darkened to the point of no light, and Shen Yi lightly bit Shen Ke’s upper lip before slightly releasing it. She pulled back a bit and tightened her fingers, forcing Shen Ke to tilt her face up. In a hoarse voice, Shen Yi said, “Breathe.”

Tears streamed down Shen Ke’s face, her whole body trembling helplessly. She didn’t need a mirror to know how utterly disheveled she looked right now, with the warmth of Shen Yi’s lips still lingering.

Her voice shaking, she said, “Shen Yi, you’re crazy!”

“I’m your sister! I-I’m your sister!” Shen Ke’s hands, propped against the bed, were trembling too, making her look like she might collapse at any moment.

Things shouldn’t be like this between them—

Shen Yi lifted her eyelids, staring at the utterly helpless Shen Ke. She released the hand pinching her cheek and instead gripped her neck. Shen Ke’s body trembled beneath her palm as Shen Yi leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Little Ke, I don’t need any extra sisters.”

Shen Ke’s neck was gripped in her hand. Even though Shen Yi wasn’t using much force, those icy fingers carried an absolute sense of control, pinning her in place.

She couldn’t speak, her throat burning with soreness. She could clearly see the emotion in Shen Yi’s eyes—something called pleasure.

No one’s oppressive presence was as overwhelming as Shen Yi’s. Terrified, Shen Ke covered her face with her hands, repeating over and over, “Shen Yi, you’re crazy.” Her voice was thick with sobs, hoarse and raspy, which only deepened the darkness in Shen Yi’s gaze.

“Little Ke, hands away.”

Shen Yi spoke softly, her expression still flat. She was clearly gripping Shen Ke’s neck, looming over her like a master in control, yet her face showed no change—not even a hint of desire.

Cold and arrogant to the extreme.

“Be obedient.”

The last words carried noticeably more weight.

Obedient again—what would happen if she wasn’t? Would Shen Yi kick her out of the Shen family?

Shen Ke didn’t know, but she didn’t dare to bet. She didn’t dare test Shen Yi’s tolerance for her, nor the Shen family’s tolerance.

Slowly, Shen Ke lowered her hands from her face and grasped Shen Yi’s wrist—the one choking her neck—gazing up at her from below.

She tried reasoning with Shen Yi. “Shen Yi, this is wrong between us.” Tears flowed as she spoke, her voice trembling uncontrollably at times.

“We may not be blood-related, but we’ve lived together for over a decade.”

“And besides, we’re both girls. You’re not into the same sex.”

Her flushed lips parted and closed, her pink tongue tip faintly visible. Shen Yi’s gaze lingered on those red lips.

Shen Ke didn’t notice.

She uncomfortably clamped her legs together, but the motion only wedged her skirt hem between her thighs, accentuating the curve at the base of her legs.

Seeing Shen Yi’s pupils darken further, Shen Ke shut her mouth, furrowing her brows. Her red, swollen eyes made her look especially pitiable.

“Little Ke, you attract me more than anyone.” You make me lose control.

Shen Yi’s words were like the devil’s whisper to Shen Ke. Her eyes widened in uncontrollable fear.

Her hands pushed hard, shoving Shen Yi’s hand away. Freed from restraint, Shen Ke scrambled toward the middle of the bed. It was a big bed; hiding in the farthest corner should be safe.

Someone like Shen Yi wouldn’t crawl onto her bed.

Shen Yi didn’t stop her. She watched as Shen Ke panicked, turning onto the bed, lying on her stomach with her back to her, and crawling inward.

The too-short skirt offered no coverage from behind.

The pale yellow fabric was pulled taut by her movements, revealing that slit.

Shen Yi’s gaze turned profoundly dark. With her long arms and legs, she only needed to bend down, reach out, and she immediately seized Shen Ke’s ankle.

Her icy fingers coiled around like a venomous snake. Shen Ke froze, sprawled on the bed, twisting her head to look back at Shen Yi.

Meeting those narrow, elongated eyes, Shen Ke felt like she’d momentarily lost her voice, unable to say a word.

Then weight pressed down from behind. Shen Ke couldn’t suppress her cries anymore and began sobbing softly.

She was so afraid of Shen Yi. Would Shen Yi hold her? She didn’t want to have relations with Shen Yi.

The sound of Shen Ke’s fearful, aggrieved sobs filled her ears. Shen Yi lowered her eyes, brushing aside the black hair at the nape of Shen Ke’s neck to expose the skin bearing teeth marks.

“Only beasts leave marks.”

Shen Ke blinked her tear-blurred eyes. The next second, Shen Yi’s voice came from right beside her. “I’m one too.”

Everything she’d done to Shen Ke today stemmed from an emotion called jealousy.

Warm breath sprayed on the back of her neck, startling Shen Ke. The moment soft lips touched her skin, Shen Ke clenched her fists tight.

Shen Yi—was biting her!

“No, Shen Yi, no!!! Ah!” Her panicked cry and plea, nasal with fear, had no effect.

Shen Yi bit down on the nape of Shen Ke’s neck, her narrow eyes devoid of coldness, filled only with a chilling possessiveness.

Their bodies pressed together. Though it was just her nape being bitten, Shen Ke felt utterly possessed by Shen Yi.

From head to toe, marked by her.

A numbing itch spread from her nape throughout her body, making Shen Ke’s legs tremble.

She clenched her fists hard and lowered her head. From this angle, she could see her own shaking legs.

She’d never experienced anything like this—neither kissing nor anything else.

It was such an outrageous thing; she should be terrified, should struggle. But in reality… she didn’t hate it.

Shen Ke bit her lip; one ankle still in Shen Yi’s grasp.

A strange heat surged stronger and stronger.

All sorts of emotions piled up, making her cry out loud.

How could she be like this? It was too weird.

Shen Yi wasn’t content with just biting her nape; she licked it too. Her wet, soft tongue tip rubbed slowly over the skin, bringing a bizarre sensation.

Shen Ke’s face wasn’t the only thing flushing—her knees and arms glowed with an alluring pink.

“No! Shen Yi! You can’t do this!” Her accusation lacked any real threat.

Shen Yi kissed the spot covered in her bite marks, then released Shen Ke’s ankle and stood up.

From behind, Shen Ke’s skirt hem was hiked up high.

Everything in full view.

Shen Yi lowered her eyes. She had no intention of doing more.

Even seeing the soft white flesh and the pale yellow fabric already soaked through.

In a hoarse voice, Shen Yi said, “Shen Ke, you have to be obedient.” Don’t let anyone else touch you.

She seemed to revert to her usual self—cold, rational, aloof and inscrutable.

Shen Ke didn’t respond. Only after Shen Yi left did she get off the bed and hurry to the bathroom. Staring at her flushed lips in the mirror, she lowered her head and pulled off her panties.

In an instant, her face burned red with shame and fury overtaking her mind.

She could hardly believe how aroused she’d gotten.

She was so scared of Shen Yi, yet her touch had still made her panties wet.

The next day, Shen Ke called in sick. She lay listlessly on the bed, her eyes still a bit swollen despite icing them for a long time.

After last night, she had no mood left to go to school.

While playing on her phone, she suddenly heard a knock at the door. At this hour, only the servants should be home, and they wouldn’t knock on her door casually.

Shen Ke was truly frightened until Feng Jian’s voice came from outside. “Shen Ke, it’s me.”

She set down her phone and got up to open the door.

Seeing Feng Jian standing there with bruises still on her face, Shen Ke immediately puffed up with arrogance.

With no one else around, she spoke without any politeness. “What are you doing here? Get lost! Seeing you annoys me!” Weird, why wasn’t Feng Jian at school? What was she doing lounging at home?

Feng Jian wasn’t wearing her black-framed glasses, and her bangs were trimmed short, revealing her brows and eyes.

Feng Jian pursed her lips. “Today, you… you didn’t go to s-school. I was a bit… a bit worried about you.”

“So… I, I took leave to come back.”

Her eyes were full of concern, looking utterly sincere.

Shen Ke frowned. She couldn’t understand why Feng Jian kept treating her this way when she’d never been nice to her.

Her mood inexplicably soured even more.

Shen Ke snapped viciously, “Get lost! I hate you, you stutterer! Get far away from me—I’m in a bad mood right now!”

Feng Jian’s lashes trembled lightly. She clearly saw Shen Ke’s swollen eyes and gently curved her lips. “I have… a way to… to make you happy.”

Shen Ke snorted coldly, crossing her arms over her chest, her tone displeased. “Make me happy? I’d be happy if you got out of this house.”

Feng Jian shook her head. “I can’t leave.” That way, I wouldn’t be able to touch you.

Hearing that, Shen Ke bristled, glaring at her. “Then why say anything at all? I hate you!”

Feng Jian lowered her eyes, her long, straight lashes like tiny fans. In a soft voice, she said, “Shen Ke, come… come with me.”

With that, Feng Jian took the lead for the first time, stepping out without waiting for Shen Ke.

Shen Ke’s frown deepened. She wanted to see what trick Feng Jian was up to.

Following her to the stairwell, Shen Ke stood beside her and asked, “Why stop here?”

Feng Jian turned her head to look at Shen Ke. “If I roll… roll down from here… will you… be happy?”

Shen Ke’s first reaction was amusement, her second that Feng Jian had gone mad. Who says something like that?

She scoffed. “Sure, go ahead and roll. I might actually be happy.” A lunatic wouldn’t really roll down the stairs herself.

So Feng Jian had learned to make dark jokes now.

Shen Ke spoke without restraint, not seeing the sickly affection or obsession in Feng Jian’s eyes.

Feng Jian’s lips curved faintly as she softly uttered one word: “Okay.”

Shen Ke froze, whipping her head around just in time to see Feng Jian leaning forward.

Her eyes widened, face draining of color. She lunged forward, managing only to brush Feng Jian’s clothing hem.

She watched helplessly as Feng Jian tumbled down the stairs. Shen Ke’s mind went blank, her body rigid, frozen in the pose of reaching out to grab her.

So much blood—Feng Jian, Feng Jian was bleeding so much—

At that moment, an angry shout rang out. “Shen Ke, what are you doing!”

Feng Jian lay on the ground, half-lidded eyes fixed on Shen Ke upstairs.

There was no pleasure on Shen Ke’s face—only horror.

Mother Shen’s furious roar made Feng Jian realize she’d messed things up again.

She’d only wanted to make Shen Ke happy a little.

She didn’t like seeing Shen Ke with swollen eyes, clearly from secretly crying.

She didn’t want Shen Ke to shed tears.

Feng Jian slowly smiled, gazing at Shen Ke, mouthing the words: Will this make you happier?

Shen Ke read the lip movements clearly, her throat tightening so she couldn’t speak. She should scream, but no sound came out.

Lunatic.

Nothing but lunatic could describe Feng Jian, thought Shen Ke.