The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Fu Siyi gently parted each bamboo leaf with her fingertips, revealing the tender bamboo shoot beneath. Her fingertip pressed softly.

It was her first time harvesting a shoot—it was so fragile she dared not apply too much  pressure. Each movement was deliberate and cautious.

As the shoot grew, droplets of dew slid down its tip and fell into her palm.

Fanzhen was transfixed.

She was embarrassed beyond words, overwhelmed by Omega instinct. Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.

Fu Siyi, an inexperienced little Alpha, couldn’t fully read her sister’s reactions. Though Fanzhen sounded anxious, her scent told a different story—her pheromones filled the air. Encouraged, Fu Siyi’s movements grew more confident; the wet warmth of Fanzhen’s emissions became clear in her palm.

Fanzhen, trembling, softly cooed, “Yi‑xiao‑zai…”

Fu Siyi, focused on pleasing her, looked up.

Fanzhen pleaded softly, “Give me a kiss…”

Fu Siyi’s heart pounded, her mind reeling. Her sister rarely begged like this. She leaned forward—hesitantly—then Fanzhen pressed up and kissed her, and Fu Siyi instinctively returned it.

It was so sweet.

Their lips met, tongues dancing like entwined partners.

Although she had seen a few intimate AO videos, it wasn’t until now, being in the moment with someone she loves, that she understood the thrill of intimacy.

She found immense satisfaction in seeing Fanzhen’s reactions.

Fu Siyi blushed, thinking: Omega reproductive glands truly are magical.

Though externally similar to Alpha glands, Omega glands react differently—they emit pheromones with even light stimulation, becoming warm and wet.

So…adorable.

But something felt off.

Where was Fanzhen’s scent? As an Omega, she should be emitting a detectable fragrance—sweet like cream. Yet now there was nothing.

Could it be…?

Fu Siyi’s hand moved to her own neck. She realized she was now uncontrollably leaking pheromones.

Omega and Beta glands are non-odorous, and Betas rarely get pregnant. But Omegas can smell Alpha pheromones and go into heat. Here, Fanzhen should have reacted—but she wasn’t.

Fu Siyi sat up and saw the anti-emission patch on the back of Fanzhen’s neck—still in place.

Her heart jolted. Fanzhen had deliberately concealed her Omega nature to avoid exposure—possibly damaging those glands in the long run.

Fu Siyi focused intensely on controlling her own secretion, and gently pushed herself away. She draped the blanket over Fanzhen and enveloped her in a cautious hug.

The urgency stopped. Fanzhen, leaving her warmth, placed hands on Fu Siyi’s shoulders, breathing rapidly, “Yi‑xiao‑zai…”

“I’m afraid to lose you…” she whispered, voice low as dust.

Fanzhen’s chest tightened with worry: their engagement to Song Lan weighed heavily on her. She was afraid that she couldn’t publicly be with Fu Siyi—even as feelings deepened.

She reached up and stroked Fu Siyi’s crown, voice soft, “I’m sorry… You’re my first love.”

Fanzhen never imagined she could love again. But the thought of losing Fu Siyi left her breathless.

Holding back tears, she murmured, “I’ve never been a girlfriend before—I may have been imperfect… I’ll improve. And I was wrong about Fang Songxian—please forgive me, ok?”

She leaned forward and kissed the back of Fu Siyi’s neck, where her hot scent met Fanzhen’s lips—dripping with tremulous warmth.

Fu Siyi froze, surprised. She blushed fiercely as warm moisture splashed on her neck.

“Sister…” Fu Siyi’s voice shook.

Fanzhen, realizing she’d moved her sister, apologized and wiped away tears. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you angry.” She held a tissue in one hand, offering it while displaying the other—open and willing.

“Yi‑xiao‑zai, you can scold me…”

Fanzhen’s offer startled her. The realization hit—tears really could mend anything.

Fanzhen wasn’t angry; she was afraid of losing Fu Siyi forever.

Her posture softened—and now the power had shifted. She said calmly:

“Can we talk—when you need to, before you get upset? Cold silences only hurt us both.”

Fu Siyi fell silent, visibly repentant.

Gently, Fanzhen traced Fu Siyi’s cheek and side of her face. “Do you know how worried I was?” she whispered.

Fu Siyi looked up, waiting for her answer.

Fanzhen continued, brushing her eyelids. “I was terrified. Your eyes… if they got swollen from crying… what would I do?”

Fu Siyi’s lashes fluttered—her sister’s kindness was a balm.

She took Fanzhen’s hand and rubbed it between her palms. “Would you… hate me?”

Fanzhen’s eyes widened. “Hate you? For what?”

Fu Siyi looked nervous. “For all those immature moments.”

Fanzhen’s soft gaze brightened. “I love you—all of you, even the imperfections.”

“And I know… you only act that way because you care so much. I could never hate you.”

Fu Siyi’s face brightened. She reached out and hugged Fanzhen, whispering, “You’re so… incredible at reasoning me in.”

Fanzhen smiled with a tender melancholy. “I can get angry too—but it never solved anything. Losing you would be so much worse, don’t you see?”

Fu Siyi, soothed by those words, held Fanzhen close. “I’m sorry…”

That vulnerable expression drew a soft laugh from Fanzhen.

Of course, this tender moment might not last. Next time, the little jealous beast would flare up again. Such is her nature. But Fanzhen didn’t care—she loved her.

She shook Fu Siyi’s chin softly. “Do you mean it?”

Fu Siyi nodded obediently.

Fanzhen glowed. “Then eat the zongzi—none of it can be wasted.”

Fu Siyi complied immediately. She scooped a zongzi into her mouth, cheeks bulging slightly—but her gaze never left Fanzhen.

Fanzhen rose slowly, adjusting her attire and tying the halter. The curve of her body and delicate lingerie was hauntingly beautiful. Fu Siyi couldn’t tear her eyes away, even as zongzi fell from her plate.

Fanzhen noticed and lightly chided her, “Don’t stare.”

Fu Siyi mumbled, “You said I could do whatever I wanted—now you won’t even let me look.”

Fanzhen adopted a playful sternness: “That was then—this is now. But yes—no peeking at me dressing.”

Fu Siyi obediently averted her gaze—though only slightly.

As Fanzhen bent to pick up her uniform, hair and blanket shifted, revealing glimpses that made Fu Siyi’s heart race. She darted to cover her sister’s modesty—nearly losing her balance.

Fu Siyi rushed to steady her and caught zongzi on the chopstick tip—only for it to fall between Fanzhen’s lace lingerie and chest.

They both froze.

Fu Siyi asked shyly, “Is it hot?”

Fanzhen blushed and suppressed a laugh—zongzi isn’t hot anymore!

She teased, “You just ate it—why are you asking?”

Fu Siyi, serious again, ran her hand from Fanzhen’s hair to behind her neck—untying the halter knot.

Fanzhen insisted, “I can do it—it’s a double knot.”

Fu Siyi replied calmly, “One-handed is fine.”

Fanzhen rolled her eyes—Fu Siyi’s gentle obedience was infuriating and compelling.

Letting the lingerie slip away, Fu Siyi caught the zongzi crumbs and even clinging grains of rice—holding them delicately.

Fanzhen, flushed, shielded herself—aware that everything was now visible to Fu Siyi’s gaze.

Her heart raced thinking: does this beast have a special kink?

She cleared her throat, “I said no looking.”

Fu Siyi pointed out playfully, “You have rice on you.”

Fanzhen glanced down, wiped herself—then Fu Siyi caught her hand before she could brush it off.

She whispered, “You said you’d eat every grain—you promised. So…” Her warm breath brushed against Fanzhen’s collarbone.

Fanzhen’s gaze lowered—close, intimate heat.

“What do you want… now?”

Her body trembled. The zongzi grains brushed her chest—felt intimate, strangely stirring.

“And I can’t waste it,” she replied.