On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 29.1: Compensation

“Can I kiss you?”

Ye Jiayuan’s voice in the silent darkness was teasing, low and sensual, laced with a barely detectable temptation that sent a tremor through Fu Chaoying’s body.

Pressed tightly against Ye Jiayuan’s warm, soft frame, the faint fragrance enveloping her made Fu Chaoying’s breathing quicken.

Her throat moved slightly as she whispered, “Aunt and Cousin are on the second floor too.”

Ye Jiayuan let out a quiet laugh. “So what?”

Author: Ji Chunyan

She spoke lightly, yet with a hint of dominance, causing Fu Chaoying’s heart to skip a beat.

Before Fu Chaoying could react, she heard a faint rustling sound, followed by the click of the door locking. Then, her back pressed against the cold surface of the door—Ye Jiayuan had her cornered in that small space.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze darkened as she leaned in, her warm breath brushing against Fu Chaoying’s ear like an orchid’s whisper: “And now?”

The trailing tone carried a hint of temptation, like a feather teasing the desires buried deep in Fu Chaoying’s heart.

With the door locked, Fu Chaoying could no longer restrain herself. She lifted her arms to encircle Ye Jiayuan’s neck, rising slightly on her toes to press her lips against hers in an eager kiss.

Just like their first drunken encounter on that rainy night, there was a trace of hesitation. But this time, Fu Chaoying was fully sober—and Ye Jiayuan was now her girlfriend.

With a hint of mischief, Fu Chaoying swiftly closed the distance between them. The moment their lips met, two warm, firm hands settled on her waist—gently caressing her through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Their breaths grew slightly uneven, the air between them heating up as an intoxicating tension spread through the dimly lit room.

Fu Chaoying’s heart raced. Tentatively, she flicked her tongue, slipping past those lips she had traced with her gaze countless times—lips that exuded an air of restrained desire.

The moment Ye Jiayuan parted her teeth, Fu Chaoying’s tongue darted in, seeking hers in a slow, teasing dance.

The moment their tongues touched, a jolt of electricity surged through Fu Chaoying’s body, sending a shiver down her spine.

The hands at her waist tightened, one sliding up to cradle the back of her neck, fingers tracing delicate patterns against her skin—soft as a feather yet unbearably seductive.

Under her touch, Fu Chaoying melted, her body arching back as her legs threatened to give way—control slipping entirely into Ye Jiayuan’s grasp.

Ye Jiayuan tangled their tongues, alternating between tender exploration and possessive dominance.

Her kiss was gentle yet demanding, laced with an undercurrent of barely restrained hunger.

The air in the bedroom grew thick, Fu Chaoying’s tongue tingling, her throat dry.

The sensation of their lips and tongues moving together felt overwhelmingly real, and the sound of their increasingly ragged breaths only stoked the fire of an unspoken longing deep within her.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped Fu Chaoying as she instinctively sought to deepen the kiss—until the sound of two familiar female voices outside the door snapped her back to reality.

Her heart lurched, her tongue freezing mid-motion as clarity returned. She tried to push against Ye Jiayuan’s shoulders, but the other woman refused to budge.

If anything, the voices outside seemed to spur Ye Jiayuan on, her kiss growing fiercer, her tongue claiming Fu Chaoying’s with renewed intensity.

The hands that had been gently resting on Fu Chaoying’s waist now roamed freely, fingers kneading and stroking her skin through the thin nightgown.

Each teasing touch sent another wave of tremors through Fu Chaoying’s body.

A stifled gasp escaped her lips, and just as she felt herself on the verge of suffocation, Ye Jiayuan finally released her.

Fu Chaoying weakly clung to her shoulder, gasping heavily as she tried to steady her erratic breathing. Yet being pulled into an embrace, pressed against her softness, only intensified the longing in her heart.

“Sis…” The moment Fu Chaoying spoke, she was startled by the huskiness of her own voice. A low chuckle sounded by her ear, “Hmm?”

The conversation outside the door continued, but the faint, irresistibly sensual rasp in Ye Jiayuan’s voice beside her demanded all her attention.

Fu Chaoying swallowed hard, taking deep breaths to calm her pounding heart.

Ye Jiayuan gently stroked her back before trailing her fingers along the nape of her neck. “Calling me ‘sister’—what is it you want?”

Would she give her what she desired?

Fu Chaoying wrapped her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s waist, burying her face in the crook of her neck, absorbing the scorching heat of her skin. She didn’t answer, only murmuring in a coquettish whisper, “Sister…”

Before she could finish, a sudden knock rattled the bedroom door. The sharp “thud-thud-thud” pierced the silent night like an ominous toll, making her eardrums ache.

Fu Chaoying’s body stiffened instantly, her dazed eyes clearing slightly.

Ye Jiayuan swiftly released her and flicked on the overhead light.

In an instant, the room was flooded with brightness, scattering the lingering intimacy like mist.

Fu Chaoying stared at Ye Jiayuan, but her expression had already smoothed into calm indifference, as if the woman who had just coaxed her so temptingly had never existed.

“Xiao Ying.” Fu Anjun’s voice came from outside the door.

But Ye Jiayuan’s gaze remained fixed on Fu Chaoying—her nightgown disheveled, lips glistening with moisture, the corners of her eyes faintly damp.

Darkness pooled in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as she gently wiped the wetness from Fu Chaoying’s lips, then turned and slipped silently into the bathroom.

Fu Chaoying quickly straightened her clothes, cleared her throat, and rubbed her eyes before opening the door.

Fu Anjun took in her slightly “sleepy” gaze. “Were you just asleep?”

Fu Chaoying hummed in response, then asked, “What’s up, Auntie?”

Her tone carried just the right amount of drowsiness, and she even yawned for added credibility.

Fu Anjun studied her bleary eyes and asked gently, “Nothing urgent. I just wanted to ask if you’re free next weekend to accompany your cousin on a graduation trip to Hong Kong.”

Fu Chaoying’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her expression neutral. “Hong Kong?”

Seeing her hesitation, Fu Anjun added, “I happen to have some connections there. You could check if there are any artists worth collaborating with.”

That at least made it a semi-work trip. Fu Chaoying managed a small smile. “Sure.”

After a few more reminders, Fu Anjun suddenly said, “Ah, isn’t Jiayuan in Hong Kong right now? I’ll go talk to her.”

She turned toward Ye Jiayuan’s bedroom.

Fu Chaoying’s heart lurched, her mind racing. Just as she was about to speak, Fu Anjun waved it off. “Never mind, it’s too late. I’ll ask her tomorrow.”

Fu Chaoying exhaled discreetly, forcing a smile. “Goodnight, Auntie!”

Fu Anjun smiled back. “Go rest.”

The moment the door closed, Fu Chaoying saw Ye Jiayuan step out of the bathroom.

Interrupted by Fu Anjun and now under the harsh light, the earlier tension had completely dissipated.

Ye Jiayuan had completely regained her composure, now walking slowly toward her as she said softly, “Welcome to Hong Kong.”

Fu Chaoying’s eyes flickered with a hint of mischief as she lightly tugged at her sleeve. “I’m not alone—my cousin is here too.”

Ye Jiayuan paused briefly before murmuring, “But I only welcome you.”

A certain suspicion crossed Fu Chaoying’s mind, and she smiled faintly, taking her hand.

“Rest early. Goodnight,” Ye Jiayuan said in a low voice.

Just as Ye Jiayuan’s hand touched the doorknob, Fu Chaoying gently caught her wrist. “Sis…”

Ye Jiayuan stopped. “Hmm?”

Fu Chaoying rose slightly on her toes, pressing a fleeting kiss to the corner of her lips. “A goodnight kiss.”

Ye Jiayuan gazed at her, her eyes darkening for a moment before reason pulled her back.

“Goodnight.” Before the word fully left her lips, Ye Jiayuan turned the knob.

As she stepped out, her gaze briefly swept over the neckline of Fu Chaoying’s nightgown.