On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 34: The Bathtub

Fu Chaoying felt her pulse stutter, then race wildly.

Suddenly, she had the distinct feeling she’d played with fire. But she loved seeing Ye Jiayuan like this.

“Sister…” Fu Chaoying held her gaze, her voice trembling slightly at the end. She lifted a hand, fingertips tracing Ye Jiayuan’s cheek—smooth, flawless skin warmed by her touch.

Ye Jiayuan stared back, her dark eyes as fathomless as ever, yet now tinged with something deeper, as if threatening to pull Fu Chaoying under.

Feeling the heat of Ye Jiayuan’s breath, Fu Chaoying suddenly flicked her tongue out, lightly licking her lips before retreating. “Are you jealous, Sister?”

The teasing lilt in her voice carried a deliberate provocation, an unintentional yet undeniable allure.

The temperature in the car seemed to spike instantly.

Fu Chaoying’s attention was fixed on Ye Jiayuan’s face—until, two seconds later, it abruptly shifted downward.

Ye Jiayuan’s hand had somehow found its way to her thigh, the warmth of her palm seeping through the thin fabric of her stockings and into her skin.

Fu Chaoying held her breath as that hand moved slowly, deliberately, the friction light yet maddening.

“We’ll settle this at home,” Ye Jiayuan murmured, her voice rougher than usual, laced with a barely restrained edge.

Fu Chaoying’s pulse hammered even faster. The “settling” Ye Jiayuan referred to was no ordinary reprimand—it was a promise.

Before Fu Chaoying could react, Ye Jiayuan leaned over and buckled her seatbelt with swift, decisive movements—unyielding in her dominance.

Fu Chaoying gazed at her face so close within reach, inhaling the faint scent of magnolia on her, and felt her heartbeat skip again.

Ye Jiayuan walked around the front of the car and returned to the driver’s seat.

The car sped out of the parking lot at an astonishing speed.

Fu Chaoying gripped the armrest tightly, feeling the intense push of acceleration against her back.

The entire ride passed in silence, the air inside the car thick with unspoken tension. Fu Chaoying stole a glance at Ye Jiayuan’s profile.

Ye Jiayuan remained as composed and aloof as ever, as if the woman brimming with emotion moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

But this calm felt eerily like the lull before a storm.

The drive was smooth, and they soon arrived at the residential garage.

Fu Chaoying swallowed nervously, a mix of apprehension and anticipation stirring within her.

Her heart raced unusually fast.

As soon as the car stopped and Fu Chaoying unbuckled her seatbelt, the driver’s side door slammed shut.

Then her own door was yanked open, and Ye Jiayuan swept her up in a firm embrace, lifting her effortlessly.

The warm magnolia scent enveloped her, but Ye Jiayuan’s expression was anything but gentle. Instinctively, Fu Chaoying looped her arms around her neck, catching what might have been a faint chuckle.

Within seconds, they were inside the elevator—empty and silent.

In the confined space, Fu Chaoying tensed, but Ye Jiayuan’s gaze didn’t linger on her.

It was as if the hunger she had glimpsed in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes earlier had been a trick of the mind. Yet the heat of her hold, the teasing brush of her fingers, told her otherwise.

A soft ding announced their arrival, as if heralding the “reckoning” Ye Jiayuan had promised.

Fu Chaoying’s throat tightened as the door to the apartment swung open.

Her mind still wandered—Which bedroom?—before she was abruptly repositioned, pressed against the door. The cold wood chilled her back, while Ye Jiayuan’s warmth pressed against her front.

In the darkness, Fu Chaoying couldn’t see her face, but she felt the heat of her ragged breath—just before her lips crashed down.

A fierce, demanding kiss.

Nothing like the composed woman under the light.

Fu Chaoying arched into it, her lips tingling from the bite earlier, her tongue growing numb under the relentless suction. The teasing glide of fingers through silk was hazy yet electrifying.

The sound of their mingled breaths, the slick slide of tongues, filled the air.

It was as if the very atmosphere had ignited.

Too soon, Ye Jiayuan’s mouth trailed to her collarbone, but Fu Chaoying couldn’t focus—not when two other spots were being teased with maddening gentleness.

One above, one below, each half-attended.

Despite the aggression in her kiss, Ye Jiayuan’s touch was deliberate, almost cautious—as if testing.

Overwhelmed by sensations she’d never known, Fu Chaoying gasped, fingers digging into Ye Jiayuan’s shoulders as she whimpered, “Jiejie…”

Her voice was honeyed, her breath sweet.

Ye Jiayuan seemed to smile faintly. “Are you drunk today?”

This wasn’t an innocent question.

If she answered yes, would Ye Jiayuan act like she did that night?

Fu Chaoying’s mind was too hazy to think, but she heard Ye Jiayuan chuckle softly and affirm, “You’ve only had two glasses.”

Fu Chaoying let out a soft hum in response, only to be abruptly lifted into her arms as Ye Jiayuan strode swiftly into the bedroom.

A sudden recollection flashed through Fu Chaoying’s mind—those dreams, vivid and unrestrained.

By the time Ye Jiayuan set her down, her lips were already descending again, her hands never pausing, moving with practiced ease. Before long, Fu Chaoying felt the cool air brush against her bare chest.

Within seconds, those hands covered her, tentative at first but quickly growing bolder, teasing with an urgency that made her shiver.

A few light strokes sent another helpless whimper escaping Fu Chaoying’s lips, only to be met with firmer pressure, a faster rhythm.

Then came the wet heat of Ye Jiayuan’s tongue, tracing delicate patterns, even grazing lightly with her teeth.

“Mm… Jiayuan-jie…”

Fu Chaoying gasped out the name, only to be met with a low, questioning murmur: “Which ‘jie’?”

Propping herself up on her elbows, Fu Chaoying leaned close to Ye Jiayuan’s ear, her breath warm and sweet. “Jiayuan-jie…”

Her voice was soft, laced with a hint of pleading and something far more enticing.

Ye Jiayuan didn’t reply, only pressed her lips to the other side of Fu Chaoying’s neck.

Tremors wracked Fu Chaoying’s body, her breaths growing heavier.

Ye Jiayuan’s kisses fell like a relentless rain, feather-light yet maddening. Unable to resist, Fu Chaoying hooked a leg around her waist, arching into her touch before sliding a hand down her back.

The metallic click of a buckle loosening echoed faintly, followed by another—freed from their confines.

A place untouched by anyone else now tensed in anticipation.

Ye Jiayuan’s fingers, warm and soft, circled slowly before she murmured, “Is this okay?”

Fu Chaoying exhaled a shaky “Mm.”

A simple sound, yet it carried an unmistakable invitation.

After a rustle of fabric, there were no more barriers left.

Fu Chaoying held her breath without realizing it, waiting—until she felt the faintest, teasing brush.

A quiet, slick sound reached her ears, followed by Ye Jiayuan’s husky whisper: “Xiao Ying is so… sensitive.”

Fu Chaoying knew exactly what she meant, her already flushed cheeks burning even hotter.

But then Ye Jiayuan’s breath ghosted over her lips before sealing them in another kiss.

Fireworks exploded behind Fu Chaoying’s eyes, her breath hitching as pleasure coiled tighter.

Her body moved on its own, writhing, trembling.

A fleeting thought crossed Ye Jiayuan’s mind, but the sweetness of Fu Chaoying’s mouth drowned it out. There was no room for anything else.

Fu Chaoying’s thoughts scattered, lost to sensation.

An indescribable ache spread from deep within.

Ye Jiayuan’s touch was relentless—light one moment, punishing the next—leaving Fu Chaoying gasping, her voice breaking as she begged, “Jie…”

The plea in her tone was unmistakable, a silent request for mercy.

But Ye Jiayuan only chuckled darkly before murmuring, “Even sisters settle their debts.”

“And besides—”

She didn’t finish, instead sealing her words with a sharp, deliberate pull.

The dual assault on her senses shattered Fu Chaoying’s restraint. Wave after wave crashed over her until she was shaking uncontrollably.

The climax hit harder than ever before, a sob catching in her throat.

Ye Jiayuan felt her trembling and a fleeting thought crossed her mind, but she dismissed it immediately.

Rising from the bed, Ye Jiayuan rummaged through the drawer and retrieved something.

Fu Chaoying heard the rustling sounds and suddenly understood what was happening.

Within moments, Ye Jiayuan returned.

Instead of kissing her lips again, she began tracing light circles around them with her fingertips.

Before Fu Chaoying could recover from the lingering sensations, it began anew.

Soon, Ye Jiayuan’s lips found hers again, teeth grazing gently, while her fingers were already teasing at the entrance.

An unfamiliar sensation washed over Fu Chaoying, who let out a soft whimper, “It hurts…”

Hurt.

Ye Jiayuan froze instantly, stopping all movement. She leaned in close to Fu Chaoying’s ear and whispered, “You… haven’t done this before?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head slightly, “No…”

This wasn’t the moment to bring up another woman.

Ye Jiayuan kissed her earlobe tenderly, then brushed her lips again, each kiss carrying reassurance.

“Shall we continue?” she murmured against Fu Chaoying’s ear.

The warm breath sent shivers down Fu Chaoying’s spine. Unable to resist, she wrapped her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck in silent answer.

Ye Jiayuan proceeded with utmost care, tracing slow circles before gradually deepening.

When the foreign sensation returned, Fu Chaoying’s throat emitted sounds—but no longer of pain.

Encouraged by the response, Ye Jiayuan began experimenting with pressure and rhythm.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Fu Chaoying squirmed involuntarily as the discomfort transformed into tingling pleasure that radiated through her entire body.

Ye Jiayuan’s fingers explored the warm, wet confines, finally discovering that sensitive spot.

Light strokes alternated with firmer pressure.

Leaning in, she captured Fu Chaoying’s lips again.

The dual sensations drew continuous, unfamiliar sounds from Fu Chaoying’s throat.

“Sister…”

Hearing the change in her voice, Ye Jiayuan deliberately slowed, “Does it hurt?”

Her own voice had grown hoarse, laced with deliberate temptation.

Fu Chaoying arched slightly, “Mm… no…”

Understanding her meaning, Ye Jiayuan began withdrawing her fingers, only for Fu Chaoying to bite down gently.

At the brink, Fu Chaoying tried to push Ye Jiayuan’s shoulder weakly—but the overwhelming sensation left her arms limp.

Time lost meaning until an unprecedented climax crashed over Fu Chaoying. Her cries poured forth like sudden rain.

Her voice broke completely, edged with unmistakable sobs.

“Ah… sister…”

Ye Jiayuan immediately removed the items from her fingers and gathered Fu Chaoying into her arms, showering her shoulders and collarbone with feather-light kisses.

Even cradled in such tenderness, Fu Chaoying couldn’t stop trembling, her quiet weeping lingering.

Ye Jiayuan kissed the corners of her eyes where moisture had gathered—

Not quite tears, but tiny beads of condensation from overwhelming pleasure.

Burrowing into Ye Jiayuan’s embrace, Fu Chaoying weakly thumped her chest, “You… you…”

But coherent words failed her.

Ye Jiayuan captured her hand with a low chuckle, “Sorry.”

The apology sounded anything but sincere. Fu Chaoying lifted her head slightly and nipped at Ye Jiayuan’s collarbone in retaliation, accidentally catching fabric instead.

Fu Chaoying froze momentarily before being swiftly engulfed by inexplicable irritation. Reaching out in frustration, she fumbled with the buttons but only managed to undo two in her haste.

Ye Jiayuan chuckled helplessly and took her hand, guiding her with deliberate slowness.

Once again led by her, Fu Chaoying let out a soft huff and withdrew her hand.

Words failed Fu Chaoying entirely.

This time, she had lost completely.

She was the one who had tempted Ye Jiayuan into losing control, yet she was also the one utterly defeated in the end.

But the lingering sensations deep within her refused to fade, and she found it impossible to resist the warmth and softness of Ye Jiayuan’s embrace.

Cradled and gently stroked for what felt like an eternity, Fu Chaoying was on the verge of drifting into sleep when she was suddenly pulled closer.

“Be good, take a bath first,” Ye Jiayuan murmured, her voice brimming with tenderness and indulgence.

It was only in moments like these that she spoke to her with such warmth and affection, rather than her usual detached and composed demeanor.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and gave a slight nod before being released.

“I’ll run the water.”

With a rustle of movement, Ye Jiayuan left her side.

The bathroom lights flooded the space, but Fu Chaoying’s mind remained hazy, replaying the events of earlier on an endless loop.

Without thinking, she reached out and, unsurprisingly, touched dampness.

Ye Jiayuan filled the bathtub and soon returned to carry her.

Instinctively wrapping her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck, Fu Chaoying hesitated. “I—I can go myself.”

Ye Jiayuan smiled. “Afraid I’ll see?”

A wave of inexplicable shyness washed over Fu Chaoying, and she buried her face in Ye Jiayuan’s chest, allowing herself to be carried into the bathroom.

Stepping into the bright light, Fu Chaoying struggled to muster the courage to open her eyes—until she was lowered into the perfectly warmed water.

“Still not letting go? Do you want to wash together?”

Fu Chaoying released her hand as if electrocuted, only to see her eyes brimming with amusement.

Ye Jiayuan seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood tonight.

Fu Chaoying stared intently at her eyes, only to watch as she began unbuttoning her shirt.

Fu Chaoying’s breath hitched as she undid one button after another.

She quickly averted her gaze, but then heard Ye Jiayuan say, “Reciprocity.”

Slowly, Fu Chaoying’s eyes refocused on her hands. Against her cool, restrained aura, those movements inexplicably became unbearably seductive.

But Fu Chaoying had no strength left to resist.

Only later did she realize that Ye Jiayuan’s so-called “reciprocity” was just letting her watch this much.

Then, Fu Chaoying was lifted onto the edge of the bathtub and kissed softly, the freshly washed sweat seeping out again.

All she could do was gasp, the sounds echoing in the cramped bathroom.

Water splashed out of the tub bit by bit.

By the time it was over, only half remained.

Fu Chaoying didn’t even have the strength to lift a hand, let alone scold her.

But she silently vowed to reclaim her pride next time.

Ye Jiayuan carried her to bed and blow-dried her hair, the comfort nearly lulling her to sleep. But in her drowsy haze, she heard a question: “Xiao Ying, before, you…”

Her mind was too foggy to respond properly, so she only mumbled, “Be gentle…”

Ye Jiayuan chuckled softly, picked her up, and carried her back to her own bedroom.

But just as she stepped out, she happened to run into Fu Chaohua returning home.

Fu Chaohua saw Ye Jiayuan emerging from Xiao Ying’s room and instinctively scrutinized her, catching a faint, suspicious mark near her collar.

…Was that a bite mark?

Fu Chaohua’s eyes widened, but Ye Jiayuan remained composed, casually remarking, “You’re back late.”

Seeing her unruffled demeanor, Fu Chaohua dismissed the thought.

First, Jiayuan-jie had always treated them like her own younger sisters. Second, she wouldn’t take advantage of someone. Third, though Xiao Ying had drunk a little, she surely knew her limits.

Convincing herself, Fu Chaohua naturally greeted Ye Jiayuan, her words slightly slurred from alcohol. “Had a drink and took a walk afterward.”

“Goodnight, Jiayuan-jie.”

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod and strode calmly into her own room.

But once the door closed, she couldn’t help but touch the bite mark a certain kitten had left on her collarbone.

Then, abruptly, a phone rang.

Ye Jiayuan answered.

The voice on the other end felt eerily familiar—just like Fu Chaoying’s when half-asleep.

–

The next morning, Fu Chaoying groggily opened her eyes, instinctively searching for Ye Jiayuan, only to find the bed empty.

Then she realized she was back in her own room.

Ye Jiayuan… had actually sent her back after having her way.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and tried to get up to wash, only to feel a dull ache between her legs.

Gritting her teeth, she made her way to the bathroom. While changing, she finally noticed the hickeys covering her body.

Dense and numerous—all traces of last night.

A flash of memory surfaced—Ye Jiayuan undressing before her—and her eyes darkened slightly.

As usual, Fu Chaoying grabbed a shirt to cover the marks on her collarbone.

Adjusting her expression, she opened the bedroom door.

Fu Chaohua was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through her phone. She turned at the sound. “Morning, Xiao Ying.”

Fu Chaoying smiled faintly. “Morning, sis.”

Looking around, Fu Chaoying didn’t see Ye Jiayuan anywhere.

Fu Chaohua casually mentioned, “Jiayuan-jie just came back from her workout. She’s probably showering.”

Showering…

As Fu Chaoying walked toward the sofa, countless indecent images flashed through her mind.

Her cheeks warmed slightly when Fu Chaohua suddenly exclaimed, “Xiao Ying, what happened to your leg? Did you bump into something yesterday?”

Just as she spoke, Ye Jiayuan happened to open the bedroom door.

Fu Chaoying unexpectedly met Ye Jiayuan’s gaze, then quickly averted her eyes, muttering, “Yeah, maybe I knocked my knee.”

Fu Chaohua immediately showed concern, “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Fu Chaoying’s heart tightened, but from the corner of her eye, she caught Ye Jiayuan’s fleeting smile. She waved it off, “It’s nothing, just a little bruise.”

She had indeed bruised her knee against the bathtub last night…

Fu Chaohua sighed in relief, “Then I’ll go to the product launch alone today. You rest at home.”

Fu Chaoying obediently agreed.

After breakfast, Fu Chaohua left, leaving only Fu Chaoying and Ye Jiayuan at home.

While the housekeeper cleared the table, Fu Chaoying sat on the living room sofa watching a Hong Kong drama, while Ye Jiayuan read the newspaper.

Ye Jiayuan couldn’t help but glance at her, puzzled by her refusal to meet her gaze.

Once the housekeeper left, Ye Jiayuan sat beside Fu Chaoying, pulling her into an embrace and softly asking, “What’s wrong?”

Fu Chaoying pursed her lips and turned to her, “Why didn’t you sleep with me last night?”

Her tone carried a hint of grievance.

Ye Jiayuan gently stroked her back, “I was afraid we wouldn’t wake up on time.”

Realizing the implication, Fu Chaoying instantly looked away, stammering, “Y-you!”

She also felt a twinge of apprehension… Once Ye Jiayuan broke through her usual restraint, the consequences were unimaginable.

Still wary, Fu Chaoying subtly put some distance between them.

Noticing this, Ye Jiayuan didn’t react, simply staying beside her to read the newspaper.

“Are you staying home today?” Fu Chaoying couldn’t resist asking softly.

Ye Jiayuan set the newspaper aside, “Do you have any suggestions?”

Fu Chaoying shook her head, “Then let’s stay home. My knee still hurts anyway.”

Though it sounded like a complaint, her tone held a hint of coquetry.

Ye Jiayuan stood up.

Assuming she was leaving for work, Fu Chaoying lightly pressed her lips together.

But Ye Jiayuan returned with a first-aid kit, kneeling before her and tugging at her pant leg. “Let me see?” she murmured.

Fu Chaoying nodded slightly, allowing her to roll up the fabric, revealing a coin-sized bruise on her left knee. The other knee bore a similar mark.

A flicker of guilt crossed Ye Jiayuan’s eyes. “I’m sorry.”

She then dabbed the bruises gently with iodine.

Though it didn’t hurt much, Fu Chaoying feigned fragility, whimpering, “It stings…”

Ye Jiayuan’s throat moved slightly at the memory of last night, and she whispered, “I’ll be gentler.”

“You always say that…” Fu Chaoying muttered under her breath, only to hear her chuckle.

“Are you talking about last night?” Ye Jiayuan looked up at her.

Fu Chaoying’s cheeks burned inexplicably. Before she could respond, Ye Jiayuan added—

“Sorry, I wasn’t entirely in control then.”

“Oh.” Fu Chaoying’s lips curled slightly.

After tending to her knees, Ye Jiayuan settled beside her again.

Fu Chaoying naturally nestled into her arms to watch TV, but secretly observed her expression. Seizing the moment when she wasn’t paying attention, Fu planted a quick kiss on her cheek before immediately turning her attention back to the television.

A flicker of amusement passed through Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as she raised her hand to cradle Fu’s nape, leaning in to kiss her lips—only to be interrupted by the sudden ringing of the doorbell.

Fu looked up at her with confusion in her eyes.

“Probably my mom,” Ye sighed in resignation.