I Turned a Competitive Variety Show into a Dating Show - Chapter 15

“Sister, you’re such a hypocrite! You say you don’t want it, but you’re the first one to rush over.”

These teasing words felt like a humiliation to Jian Zhi. She lowered her bent legs, stood up, and pinned Shi Xu beneath her, sitting on her thighs and looking down at her from above.

Her eyes still held a lingering mist, giving her a dreamy, languid allure.

Shi Xu lay beneath her, her face seemingly calm, but her heart was pounding like a drum. The tips of her ears and cheeks flushed crimson, and a fine sheen of sweat covered her body.

Jian Zhi’s weight pressed her clothes uncomfortably against her skin, but Shi Xu didn’t need to worry about that for long. Jian Zhi quickly took care of it.

“You strip me bare, yet you remain fully dressed? Hah!”

Jian Zhi scoffed coldly, her hand gliding down Shi Xu’s neck, tracing a slow, deliberate path until she finally unbuttoned her collar.

Her fingers were slightly cooler than Shi Xu’s skin. As her fingertips brushed against her flesh, it felt like a cold current, sending shivers through Shi Xu’s body. Her heart lurched again and again, as if she were falling off a cliff, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

Shi Xu wanted to restrain Jian Zhi’s restless hand, yet she also craved more, her conflicting desires making her even more dazed as her body softened under the relentless tide of sensation.

Jian Zhi’s hand traced from Shi Xu’s collarbone to her chest, then lower… Suddenly, she let out a mocking laugh.

“So small?”

Shi Xu felt insulted. What could she do if she’d grown tall but not developed a fuller chest?

Not willing to back down, the younger woman reached out and grasped Shi Xu’s hand, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “It doesn’t matter. Sister’s curves are more than enough.”

Jian Zhi hadn’t expected this sudden move. She gasped softly and bent over, her breathing becoming ragged. Her pale skin, now flushed like peach blossoms from the bites, felt both stinging and ticklish with every breath of air, let alone under such treatment.

Her back arched upward, her face pressed against Shi Xu’s shoulder, the hot breath making Shi Xu tremble and grip her tighter.

Jian Zhi’s moans grew louder as she bit Shi Xu’s neck, her words muffled: “Don’t move again.”

How could Shi Xu disobey her sister’s words? She obediently stilled her hand, wrapping her other arm around Jian Zhi’s slender waist, holding her close to calm her restless emotions.

Jian Zhi bit down hard, leaving a deep tooth mark. She seemed pleased with her work, her gaze sharpening as she stared at it.

Shi Xu was still wearing her clothes, which Jian Zhi couldn’t tolerate. With reddened eyes, she stared at Shi Xu, her crimson lips parting slightly as she bit down on the collar of her shirt.

Shi Xu struggled to restrain herself, her hands on Jian Zhi’s waist itching to move. Jian Zhi glanced up at her, a wicked smile curving her lips.

Shi Xu’s heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over her.

Jian Zhi’s lips landed on Shi Xu’s waist, pecking kisses upward. Her cheek deliberately brushed against Shi Xu’s flushed skin—a calculated move.

Shi Xu lowered her gaze, overwhelmed by Jian Zhi’s magnified beauty. Suddenly, she wasn’t so attached to being the dominant one.

If Jian Zhi wants it, I could be the submissive for love, she thought.

She didn’t realize Jian Zhi had no such intention. She simply refused to be led around by the nose by this child and was using this method to suppress her.

Shi Xu had mentally prepared herself, but when Jian Zhi leaned down and took her little pearl into her mouth, she realized her preparation had fallen far short.

A sensation a hundred times more intense than touch surged through her. Shi Xu instinctively reached out to push Jian Zhi away, but Jian Zhi merely lifted her eyelids slightly and murmured, “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”

Her peach blossom eyes narrowed into long, upturned slits, her expression nonchalant and indifferent, as if regarding a disobedient puppy.

Shi Xu’s throat bobbed. Her bl00d boiled, a wicked heat coursing through her veins, gradually converging on one spot, scorching her mouth dry and blurring her consciousness.

Jian Zhi pressed her hand against Shi Xu’s chest, teasing, “Your heart’s racing so fast. Do you really like this that much?”

Shi Xu opened her mouth, but no words came out. She liked it so much she couldn’t find the words to describe it.

Just being with Jian Zhi made her deliriously happy. Now, with this intimate fusion, her excitement was overwhelming. She wanted to spend every moment with her, lost in their world, oblivious to everything else.

Jian Zhi sucked hard, stretching the little thing out of its bun-like shape. Shi Xu could barely endure it, biting her lower lip as she pleaded, “Sister, please don’t torment me anymore.”

Jian Zhi released her. The little rabbit trembled twice, like a ripe peach, its entire surface flushed pink except for the crimson tip, making it even more alluring.

Jian Zhi slowly straightened up, a silver thread stretching between her lips and the little pearl. As the distance widened, the thread snapped in the middle, one half clinging to her lower lip, the other to the glistening, tender flesh, making the pink peach appear even more delicate and tempting.

Jian Zhi stared unblinking, her eyes darkening. Her hand glided across Shi Xu’s waist, tracing the defined lines of her abs that had become more prominent as her stomach tightened.

Shi Xu trembled slightly. Jian Zhi chuckled, “You look just like a shivering puppy.”

Shi Xu grabbed Jian Zhi’s hand, rose, and tilted her chin up for a kiss. She couldn’t bear this tormenting game any longer; she craved real, tangible contact with Jian Zhi.

Enduring this long had pushed her to her limit. She felt she had surpassed even the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in patience.

Jian Zhi whimpered softly, gradually melting into Shi Xu’s embrace. Her mouth, warm and yielding, offered endless opportunities for deeper exploration. The kiss surged like a tempestuous storm, fierce and irresistible.

Lost in the frenzied ravishment, Jian Zhi’s pupils clouded with a hazy mist, quickly losing focus. She became like a delicate, soulless doll, utterly at Shi Xu’s mercy.

Before losing consciousness, Jian Zhi tried to push Shi Xu away. Her hand barely touched Shi Xu’s shoulder before she was pulled even closer, the arm around her waist tightening as if to crush her in two. Breathing became a luxury.

Her lips and tongue were entangled in a frenzied kiss, the air in her mouth stolen away. Combined with the difficulty breathing, she soon fainted.

Sensing the limpness in her arms, Shi Xu snapped back to reality. She looked down to see Jian Zhi frowning and muttering in her sleep, as if venting her dissatisfaction.

Shi Xu gazed at Jian Zhi’s impossibly beautiful face and let out a long sigh, pulling her closer.

She wasn’t sure what she was reassuring herself about—perhaps she feared losing complete control and causing irreparable harm if she continued.

After holding Jian Zhi for a while, Shi Xu tried to lay her on the bed. As she moved, she noticed a damp warmth on her leg.

This is… In an instant of realization, Shi Xu’s face burned crimson, her heart pounding wildly against her chest.

“Stop jumping around,” she scolded herself. “You’ve already made her faint. What more do you want?”

While admonishing herself, she fetched water to clean Jian Zhi and tidy up the mess she’d made. By the time she finished, it was well past midnight.

Xue Qing arrived shortly after Jian Zhi had fallen asleep.

Jian Zhi was jolted awake by the noise. She sat up, her hair disheveled, her eyes vacant and unfocused, and the exhaustion on her face was palpable.

Xue Qing strode over casually, then suddenly gasped, “Senior Sister, what happened to your neck?!”