Let Her Lose Control - Chapter 2

A faint blush spread across her trembling body, making the lingering marks stand out more vividly. Her long, disheveled hair lay strewn beside the pillow, and large droplets at the corners of her eyes blurred the line between tears and sweat.

Su Ningshang released her lips, sighed softly, and asked, “Crying again?”

“No,” Su Ningyue replied, unable to distinguish the source of the moisture herself. “It’s just too hot.”

Ever since Su Ningyue could remember, Su Ningshang had shouldered all the responsibilities as the Su Family’s heir, while she herself had enjoyed a carefree, materially comfortable life.

During holidays and family gatherings, relatives often grew resentful of Su Ningshang’s boundless indulgence toward her. Their disapproval stemmed from both the customary lectures from elders and their resentment of Su Ningyue monopolizing all of Su Ningshang’s resources.

Back then, Su Ningshang would be lounging casually on the sofa in her comfortable loungewear. Hearing their complaints, she would pull Su Ningyue into her arms, playfully pinch her cheeks, and leisurely dismiss the meddling relatives with a nonchalant, “Then I’ll just take care of Ningning for the rest of her life.”

Su Ningshang had shielded her too well, keeping all the world’s ugliness hidden from her sight.

Three months ago, when Su Ningyue heard that Su Ningshang had drunk too much during a business dinner, she rushed to the hotel to find her. Despite being an adult at the time, Su Ningyue naively trusted the person who handed her a bowl of hangover soup and personally spoon-fed it to Su Ningshang.

Su Ningshang, who had always been completely unguarded around her, felt the effects of the drug almost immediately. The soup hadn’t sobered her up at all; instead, it had another purpose entirely.

The sight of Su Ningshang’s face, flushed with desire, began to merge with the memory of that night. If only she hadn’t accepted that so-called “hangover soup” that day.

Su Ningyue’s dazed state irritated Su Ningshang. A sharp pain shot through her neck, likely leaving a mark. “D-don’t… don’t bite my neck,” she gasped.

Su Ningshang reminded her, “I’ve already gotten you excused from school.”

Sensing the displeasure in Su Ningshang’s tone, Su Ningyue, already on edge from being caught tonight, didn’t want to risk further angering her. The hand she had pressed against her neck slowly relaxed.

Su Ningshang had no intention of humiliating her. Satisfied, she released her lips. “Good girl.”

She flipped Su Ningyue over, cradling her as she lay down. Her fingertip rhythmically pressed twice against Su Ningyue’s lips. “I haven’t slept for a day and a night searching for you.”

Su Ningyue didn’t need to hear the rest. She instinctively arched her back slightly, a stifled, “I won’t…” escaping her lips.

Su Ningshang sighed, abandoning patience. She pressed down on Su Ningyue’s nape, kissing her with slightly more tenderness than before.

But only slightly.

Su Ningyue carefully regulated her breathing, her restraint a mix of genuine and feigned composure. Sensing her distraction, Su Ningshang asked, “What were you thinking about just now?”

“Nothing,” Su Ningyue replied.

“Ningning?”

This nickname was reserved solely for Su Ningshang’s use. If anyone else called her that, it could easily be mistaken for addressing Su Ningshang herself. When Su Ningshang spoke these words, her voice softened, low and gentle. This decades-old habit, used to coax and soothe, made it nearly impossible for Su Ningyue to resist.

“Sobering soup,” Su Ningyue murmured. “Our first time… it was because of that bowl of sobering soup. Do you remember?”

Su Ningshang nodded silently, the passionate heat between them gradually cooling with those words.

The dosage in that “hangover soup” had nearly driven Su Ningshang to lose her mind. She strained to distinguish the knocking and sobbing outside the door, but couldn’t make sense of either.

The Su Family’s influence permeated the entertainment industry, and countless individuals sought to climb the ladder through illicit deals. Su Ningshang, however, vehemently disapproved of such practices, even detesting them.

When she first took over the company, she had to play along in social gatherings. But after a while, no one dared to openly make advances on her.

This didn’t mean Su Ningshang had no desires. Once the glacier of her repressed emotions finally cracked, the molten lava beneath erupted uncontrollably, surging forth without restraint.

When Su Ningshang regained consciousness, she found Su Ningyue lying beneath her, crying and calling her “Sister.”

Silently, Su Ningshang went to the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and carried the utterly exhausted Su Ningyue into the bathtub. Then, she made a call to have the incident investigated and blacklisted the male artist who had tried to take a shortcut to success.

Su Ningshang handled the situation with the same effortless grace she usually displayed when directing her manager to handle such matters for her artists. Not a trace of panic showed.

But after it was all settled, Su Ningshang stood on the balcony of her hotel suite for a long, long time. The cool night breeze finally dispersed the agitation, leaving her usually sharp mind in utter disarray.

The images flooded her mind, relentless and intrusive. Su Ningshang remembered the scorching heat of their bodies pressed together, Su Ningyue’s desperate cries, and most of all—that Su Ningyue was the younger sister she had raised with her own hands.

Even though the DNA test had severed their bl00d ties, the years of shared history couldn’t be erased by a mere piece of paper.

A crash from the bathroom startled her. Remembering Su Ningyue’s limp limbs, Su Ningshang hurried back inside.

Su Ningyue seemed to have tried to get out of the bathtub, perhaps losing her strength and slipping back down. She was drenched from head to toe, water glistening on her face, hair, and the parts of her body she frantically tried to cover.

Su Ningshang vaguely sensed that the droplets sliding down Su Ningyue’s face concealed tears. But Su Ningyue reached out her hands and said in a small, aggrieved voice, “Sister, hug me.”

“I’ve been wondering…” Su Ningyue whispered into Su Ningshang’s ear, her voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion, “If I hadn’t given you that hangover soup, would we have ended up like this?”

Su Ningshang wrapped her arm around Su Ningyue’s back, offering no reply.

Su Ningyue hadn’t truly expected an answer.

Even if their beginning could be attributed to a mistake, the days that followed had long since spiraled out of control.

They still went through with it.

The cooling air regained warmth through lingering kisses, the heavy curtains blocking out the clamor of the night outside. The silent phone lit up and dimmed repeatedly, time blurring into a haze in the humid air.

Afterward, Su Ningyue showered first, the ruined T-shirt beyond saving. She heard Su Ningshang make a call to have new clothes delivered. Before she could even finish lathering the shower gel, Su Ningshang barged in, and they ended up spending nearly another hour in the shower together.

Normally, Su Ningshang would simply hold her quietly while they slept, reserving any intimacy for the weekends. It had been almost a week since their last encounter, and regardless of their emotional complexities, their bodies remained perfectly attuned.

Whether this was due to their former sisterly bond or an innate compatibility remained a mystery.

Su Ningyue still remembered the days after their first time together—they were an absolute disaster.

One wanted to explain, while the other wanted to escape. In the end, the elder sister deferred to the younger’s wishes, and they tacitly agreed never to mention it again.

At the time, Su Ningyue naively believed the matter would simply fade away. But she was clearly too naive. How could two people who had been intimate ever return to their former dynamic under the same roof?

Every time Su Ningshang approached, Su Ningyue instinctively flinched. Even when Su Ningshang handed her something and their fingertips brushed, Su Ningyue’s hands would tremble so violently she could barely hold it.

Their relationship grew increasingly strained. Knowing Su Ningyue so well, Su Ningshang began coming home later and later. Though they lived together, Su Ningyue rarely saw her anymore.

On the afternoon before the National Day holiday, Su Ningyue deliberately didn’t tell the driver and secretly went to Su Ningshang’s company. She even bought a newly released perfume with a white orchid scent, which perfectly complemented Su Ningshang’s favorite pearl necklace.

The secretary recognized Su Ningyue and informed her that Su Ningshang was taking a nap. Understanding the situation, Su Ningyue quietly pushed open the door and peeked through the crack of the lounge door. She saw Su Ningshang soundly asleep, clutching Su Ningyue’s clothes.

Su Ningyue froze as the bright light flooded the lounge, startling Su Ningshang awake.

Stunned, Su Ningyue blurted out the first thought that came to mind: “Why do you have my clothes?”

Su Ningshang paused only momentarily as she sat up, her expression quickly returning to its usual composure. Her long hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders, and the top two buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing the smooth curve of her collarbones.

This relaxed posture was a stark contrast to her usual meticulous demeanor, bordering on indolent. The unexplained garment lay pressed beneath her hand, yet her elder sister’s authority remained palpable.

“I visited your school’s dormitories,” Su Ningshang said. “They have single and shared rooms available, with convenient access to hot water and electricity.”

Su Ningyue stood there, feeling utterly lost. “What are you getting at?”

“Your teachers all recommend living on campus to reduce commute time,” Su Ningshang explained. “Think it over. After National Day, I’ll have someone handle the arrangements for you.”

“I’m not going!” Su Ningyue’s immediate reaction was that Su Ningshang was abandoning her because of what had happened that night.

But since leaving the Su Family, Su Ningshang had been her only family, the person she relied on most. Ultimately, both she and Su Ningshang were victims of that night.

Su Ningyue rushed to Su Ningshang’s bedside, her voice already choked with emotion. “Even you don’t want me anymore?”

She remembered Su Ningshang lowering her gaze, those gemstone-like, jet-black eyes dimming to a dull gray. Unable to decipher her sister’s emotions, Su Ningyue resorted to her most practiced tactic: a coquettish plea. “Sister?”

Hearing that endearment, Su Ningshang seemed to snap out of a daze. She abruptly pushed Su Ningyue away, then, as if regretting her actions, personally carried her back to bed.

“It was your teacher’s suggestion,” Su Ningshang said. “If you don’t like it, you can come home anytime.”

Su Ningyue believed her.

So, on her second night at boarding school, she returned home, dramatically announcing her decision to Su Ningshang. That very night, she climbed into Su Ningshang’s bed, clinging to her sister and insisting they sleep together.

Half-asleep, she felt a soft, warm touch on her cheek—a gentle kiss, just like the bedtime kisses from their childhood. Relaxing further, Su Ningyue convinced herself she had bridged the gap between them.

Just as she was drifting off, she faintly heard Su Ningshang ask, “Why did you come back?”

Life is unpredictable. Back then, Su Ningyue had seized every opportunity to stay by Su Ningshang’s side. Now, she would find any excuse to leave whenever Su Ningshang went on business trips.

Late that night, the two finally lay quietly in the same bed.

Su Ningshang pulled Su Ningyue closer, wrapping her arms tightly around her. She buried her face in the nape of Su Ningyue’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of their matching bath products.

The warmth of Su Ningshang’s breath occasionally brushed against her neck, making Su Ningyue itch. Afraid to move, she remained stiff in the same position until Su Ningshang’s voice whispered in her ear, “Come back to Cloud City with me tomorrow?”

Left with no other choice, Su Ningyue turned her head, buying herself time to do something else. “Can we leave in the afternoon?”

Su Ningshang brushed aside the stray hairs covering Su Ningyue’s eyes, her gaze assessing but not harsh. She waited patiently for her explanation.

“I want to… visit my parents’ graves.”

The parents Su Ningyue referred to were her biological parents, who had died in a car accident. Both were highly educated natives of Rong City and taught at Cloud City University of Technology. Their funeral and memorial services had been held back in Rong City.

Su Ningyue had chosen to fly out of Rong City Airport for two reasons: first, she feared Su Ningshang would discover her plans if she departed from Cloud City Airport; second, she wanted to visit the cemetery one last time before leaving.

Now that her escape plan had been thwarted, she still longed to visit the cemetery.

Though the parents buried there were complete strangers to her, they were the best listeners Su Ningyue could find.

Su Ningshang didn’t immediately agree, wary of Su Ningyue’s credibility after her solo escape to Rong City.

Sensing Su Ningshang’s hesitation, Su Ningyue stammered, “Come with me.” To bolster her credibility, she wrapped her arms around Su Ningshang’s neck and leaned in close, her lips hovering near hers.

Su Ningshang seized the initiative, taking control of the kiss until the barely suppressed restlessness within her stirred anew. Abruptly breaking the kiss, she pressed Su Ningyue’s head against her chest and said with forced calm, “Sleep.”

Uncertain if she had secured a firm agreement, Su Ningyue worried she might wake up back in Cloud City. “Then tomorrow—”

“I’ll go with you.”