The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 31
Chapter 31
🌙 Part 1: “Am I dreaming?”
It was a dream.
Fu Siyi’s face burned with embarrassment. She didn’t know how she had, once again, made Fan Zhen the subject of her… erotic dreams.
Just moments ago, Miss Huo appeared in her dream. But rather than feeling delight, Fu Siyi was shocked. Her admiration for Miss Huo was pure—appreciation and reverence. She could imagine her voice, her smile, the way she carried herself… but never anything intimate or sensual.
And yet now… she was being held by Fan Zhen. And strangely, she didn’t want to let go.
Was it because they had spent too much time together during the day? That might explain such a tangled, lingering dream.
In the dream, she even experienced burying her face in her chest—lost in the warm softness and gentle scent, so much so that she nearly couldn’t breathe from how happy she felt.
“I must be completely beyond saving,” Fu Siyi thought.
First she dreamt of Miss Huo in that way, and now she was imagining Fan Zhen appearing in her dreams.
Truly hopeless. A total mess.
She clung to Fan Zhen’s pheromones, intoxicated and dazed, pressing herself closer until their bodies felt fused.
So soft… so fragrant… so sweet…
Burying her face in Fan Zhen’s chest, Fu Siyi greedily soaked up her scent. Half-conscious, she murmured:
“Fan Zhen, am I dreaming? Why do I know it’s you holding me? But… I just saw Miss Huo from the photo…”
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💗 Part 2: “The Reward”
Fan Zhen gently cupped Fu Siyi’s cheeks and softly blindfolded her with a piece of silk.
Fu Siyi blinked in surprise. Her vision was gone. She instinctively turned her head left and right.
“Jiejie… what are you doing?”
“Shhh. Don’t talk.” Fan Zhen gently pressed a finger against her lips, lightly stroking them.
With her sight blocked, her other senses sharpened. Fu Siyi felt warm, soft fingers brush down her cheeks, slide past her ears, and slowly drift toward her collarbone. The hands found the edge of her pajamas and began unbuttoning them.
Fu Siyi stiffened and instinctively caught her wrist.
“Jiejie, don’t…”
“Why not?” Fan Zhen leaned in close, her voice sweet and teasing. Her other hand continued unfastening buttons.
“You undressed me earlier. Now it’s my turn. Fair, right?”
Fu Siyi held onto her stubbornly.
Fan Zhen leaned in close to her ear and whispered seductively:
“Be good… and I’ll give you a reward.”
Tempted, Fu Siyi slowly let go.
She was just wondering what kind of “reward” she might receive when something soft touched her lips.
Cool. Sweet. Tender.
It was a kiss.
Fan Zhen shyly extended her tongue, gently tracing Fu Siyi’s lips. The moment Fu Siyi opened slightly, she slipped inside—wet, soft, like a chilled caramel pudding that melted instantly on contact.
Fu Siyi’s whole body trembled. Her face flushed a deep red. This was her first kiss—innocent, clumsy, but overwhelming.
“Hold me~” Fan Zhen whispered, her voice syrupy and light, pressing her body against Fu Siyi’s as she gently twisted her waist.
Fu Siyi obeyed immediately, wrapping her arms around her slim waist and pulling her in tight.
Fan Zhen’s heart fluttered. She lightly rubbed Fu Siyi’s earlobe, teasing her.
Fu Siyi’s breath grew heavy. She tried to kiss back, but it was clearly her first time—stiff and awkward.
Fan Zhen, sensing this, felt a burst of sweetness.
So the cold, aloof Miss Fu really had never kissed before.
Fan Zhen pulled back slightly.
“Did you like that reward?”
Fu Siyi didn’t respond. She was completely dazed.
She leaned forward again, kissing Fan Zhen more passionately, unable to stop.
Fan Zhen winced slightly—Fu Siyi was kissing too hard.
Still, she didn’t push her away. She let her explore, taste, and learn.
Suddenly, Fu Siyi became more skilled. Her kisses turned slow, gentle, deep… and undeniably addictive.
Fan Zhen gasped softly. Her heart raced.
She was being devoured.
This Alpha had awakened something wild inside her.
Her pheromones spilled uncontrollably.
She tried to stop.
“That’s enough… don’t kiss me anymore…”
But Fu Siyi clung to her like a child clutching her favorite treat.
“Jiejie… I’m not feeling well… only kisses can heal me… Please, jiejie… save me…”
Fan Zhen was flustered beyond belief.
Was this really the cold, self-controlled Miss Fu?
Fu Siyi buried her face in her neck, rubbing against her, pleading:
“Jiejie… I feel awful… please?”
Fan Zhen gritted her teeth, trying to maintain control.
“Lie down. You’ll feel better soon.”
Fu Siyi obediently moved—only to suddenly flip Fan Zhen beneath her in one smooth motion.
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🔥 Part 3: “My Rules”
“W-what are you doing?” Fan Zhen’s voice trembled.
Fu Siyi leaned over her, blindfolded, her expression unreadable—but the coolness only made her more alluring.
Fan Zhen’s heart pounded uncontrollably.
Then came the final blow.
Fu Siyi smirked slightly. Her lips lowered beside Fan Zhen’s ear.
With a low, husky, velvet-smooth voice, she whispered:
“Jiejie.”
One word. And Fan Zhen felt like her entire body was short-circuiting.
Her heart practically exploded.
Before she could recover, Fu Siyi’s voice came again, even deeper, more seductive:
“This is my dream.”
“My world.”
“And in here…”
“Everything goes according to my rules.”