The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 57

Chapter 57

 

Fan Zhen felt completely weak, her breathing was soft and shallow, laced with a faint sob: “Yu Qing… I… I don’t feel well. Please go find the young lady for me… quickly, I beg you.”

 

Sun Yuqing leaned close to her face and finally noticed how hot Fan Zhen’s breath was. Not just her breath—her whole body was burning.

 

As an Omega herself, Sun Yuqing was all too familiar with the symptoms of an Omega in heat. Besides, she knew Fan Zhen’s background. With just one glance, she realized Fan Zhen had gone into heat unexpectedly.

 

Sun Yuqing didn’t dare delay a second. She helped Fan Zhen to a corner in the hallway and propped her against the wall, giving quick instructions: “Don’t move. I’ll go find Xiao Yi right now.”

 

Fan Zhen nodded groggily.

 

But in just a minute, the heat had already overwhelmed Fan Zhen. Her body slumped in the corner, unable to move. Perhaps it was the prolonged use of strong suppression patches, disrupting her natural cycle, that made this episode of heat hit her like a crashing tide.

 

She had no idea how long she lay there. In her haze, she heard a voice nearby calling her.

 

“Sis? Why are you here?”

 

Fan Zhen forced her eyes open. Her vision was blurry, and it took great effort to focus—until she saw Fang Songxian’s face. Her pupils shrank instantly.

 

She bit down hard on the inside of her lip, using the pain to force some clarity back into her mind.

 

She tried to stand but couldn’t summon any strength. She could only push herself back bit by bit with her hands, clutching her chest and pretending to be in pain: “Miss Fang… my heart… I’m having an attack… please… get the young lady…”

 

Fang Songxian’s expression changed immediately at the mention of a heart attack. She nodded instinctively: “Okay, hang in there. I’ll get her right now.”

 

But after just a few steps, she suddenly stopped and rushed back, bending down to scoop Fan Zhen into her arms: “What’s the point of calling her? I’ll take you to the hospital.”

 

“No!”

 

The moment Fang Songxian’s hand touched her knee, Fan Zhen’s body reacted with intense discomfort. Every nerve in her body resisted. She forcefully pushed Fang Songxian’s hand away: “No hospital! The young lady can help me… Please get her…”

 

Fang Songxian furrowed her brow in concern: “She’s not a doctor. What can she do? Be good, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

 

“No, no… don’t touch me…”

 

Fan Zhen was on the verge of tears from the torment of her heat. The burning sensation surged through her, nearly consuming her.

 

Panicked and desperate, the words slipped from her lips: “The young lady can help me… only she can. She’s my medicine…”

 

Fang Songxian froze, repeating her words mechanically: “She’s your medicine?”

 

“No—I mean… the young lady has my medicine.”

 

Fan Zhen felt her consciousness splitting—one half burning in the fire, the other struggling to hold it together and not let Fang Songxian see through her.

 

But she didn’t know how she looked at that moment—nothing like someone having a heart attack. She was soft and flushed, eyes shimmering with moisture, her expression seductive. Her cheeks and neck were pink, and her long slender legs exposed a stretch of pale skin—completely irresistible.

 

It made one’s bl00d boil, mouth dry, heart pound.

 

Fang Songxian was no innocent—she’d had several lovers and had marked Omegas before. She’d seen what an Omega in heat looked like.

 

And Fan Zhen? She didn’t look like she was having a heart attack—more like she was in heat. But Fan Zhen’s gland was sealed with a suppression patch, so Fang Songxian couldn’t smell any pheromones and couldn’t be sure.

 

She leaned in, her long, narrow eyes staring at Fan Zhen as if trying to confirm something.

 

Fan Zhen’s nerves instantly snapped taut. She braced herself against the wall and used the last of her strength to stand.

 

She staggered forward, panic-stricken, her steps unsteady as she nearly collapsed.

 

Fang Songxian grabbed her arm: “Sis, let me carry you.”

 

“No—don’t touch me…” Fan Zhen struggled violently, tears streaming down her face, murmuring unconsciously, “Zai Zai… Zai Zai…”

 

“Sis, I’m here!” A clear voice echoed through the empty hallway.

 

Fang Songxian stiffened, whipping her head around.

 

Fu Siyu was standing there, coldly locking eyes with her. Her gaze was icy and fierce, anger practically vibrating in the still air.

 

Fan Zhen had been holding herself back from letting Fang Songxian get close, tense to the point of breaking. The moment she heard Fu Siyu’s voice, she practically leapt into her arms, collapsing into her with the last of her strength.

 

Her soft, delicate body landed in Fu Siyu’s embrace, filling her arms.

 

Sensing Fan Zhen’s weight slipping, Fu Siyu tightened her hold to support her. Her gaze softened instantly: “Sis, sis…”

 

Fang Songxian’s pupils trembled.

 

Fu Siyu had just called Fan Zhen—

 

Sis?

 

But before she could process that shock, she saw something even more shocking.

 

“Yi Xiao Zai… I can’t walk anymore…” Fan Zhen wrapped her arms around Fu Siyu’s neck, softly leaning into her and whispering seductively: “Zai Zai, carry me…”

 

Fang Songxian looked like she’d been struck by lightning, frozen in place as she watched Fu Siyu lift Fan Zhen into a bridal carry. Something thin fell from Fan Zhen’s neck and landed by her feet.

 

Fang Songxian felt like she was surfacing from deep underwater. With trembling hands, she picked up the fallen item—and took a violent emotional hit.

 

Clutched in her palm was… an Omega suppression patch.

 

Moments later, Fang Songxian’s eyes turned red and she ran after them, but Ai Qing, having anticipated this, blocked her swiftly.

 

“Move! I need to get answers!”

 

“What answers do you need?” Ai Qing said calmly. “You already saw it with your own eyes. An Omega goes into heat, and there’s an Alpha beside her—do I need to spell out what happens next? Don’t go after them, leave yourself a little dignity.”

 

Fang Songxian turned her head, eyes filled with rage: “You knew about them, didn’t you?”

 

Ai Qing gently replied: “You can see it in the way they look at each other—they don’t even try to hide it. You were just too close to see it clearly.”

 

No matter how cold Fan Zhen had been toward her before, Fang Songxian couldn’t stop the sting in her chest. It ached.

 

She shook off Ai Qing’s hand and screamed hysterically: “I liked her first! Why does Fu Siyu get to interfere? She’s the third party!”

 

Ai Qing met her gaze head-on: “In love, there’s no such thing as who came first. The one who isn’t loved… is the third party. Let go, Songxian. Let them be.”

 

Tears finally spilled from Fang Songxian’s eyes.

 

“I thought she only rejected me because she was afraid my mom would make trouble for her… I tried so hard—I persuaded my mom, made sure to come home every day for dinner, took her shopping on weekends… I told my mom it was Sis who changed me… Mom was ready to accept her…”

 

“I tried so hard to win Sis over—I tried everything, gave her everything, but she never took anything… I really thought she just didn’t want anything…”

 

“I was ready to fight a long battle… Turns out, it wasn’t that she didn’t want anything—she just didn’t want me.”

 

Ai Qing pulled her into a tight hug, silently comforting her.

 

…

 

Fan Zhen lay in Fu Siyu’s arms, and the tension she’d been holding in finally loosened. Within seconds, the scent of vanilla cake—her pheromones—began to spread rapidly.

 

Fu Siyu had once been drugged with a heat-inducing agent. Fan Zhen had used her pheromones to help soothe her. That sweet scent was now practically an aphrodisiac to Fu Siyu, making the gland at the back of her neck pulse eagerly.

 

“Zai Zai… Zai Zai…” Fan Zhen’s eyes were misty, her lips parted helplessly as she kept calling out to her, irresistibly seductive.

 

Fu Siyu lowered her gaze to Fan Zhen’s flushed, beautiful face and felt her soft body writhing in her arms. Her expression tightened: “Sis, don’t move. I can barely hold on.”

 

“But… I’m hot… I feel awful…”

 

The physical discomfort, the craving for pheromones—it was driving Fan Zhen mad. She clutched Fu Siyu’s clothes, tears shimmering in her lashes: “Yi Zai Zai… I have something to tell you…”

 

Holding what felt like a walking aphrodisiac, Fu Siyu was barely holding onto her sanity. She lowered her eyes awkwardly: “Sis, what do you want to say?”

 

“I’m sorry, Yi Xiao Zai… I lied to you. I’m actually… an Omega…” Fan Zhen looked up at her with tear-filled, pitiful eyes and sobbed weakly, “Zai Zai… I’m in heat… It hurts…”

 

Her reproductive glands felt like they were crawling with ants.

 

Like a spring rain had fallen.

 

Fresh bamboo shoots sprouting from the earth, glistening with dew. One little ant climbed to the tip.

 

Then another, then more, some burrowing into the soil, others crawling up the shoot’s tip.

 

Fan Zhen was on the verge of collapse.

 

She clung to Fu Siyu’s neck and pressed her soft lips to hers, tracing her lips with her tongue: “Zai Zai… help me…”

 

Fu Siyu’s breath caught, her control slipping. She tried to pull away and suppress her own glands, gently coaxing: “Sis, just hold on a little longer…”

 

Carrying Fan Zhen’s soft, fragrant body, Fu Siyu quickly stepped into the bedroom and carefully laid her down.

 

She started to retreat, but Fan Zhen suddenly yanked her back. Before Fu Siyu could react, Fan Zhen pulled her down into a kiss.

 

It was intense, urgent. Fan Zhen’s cotton-candy lips eagerly found hers, brushing her lower lip, then nudging her upper one.

 

Then her tongue slipped between Fu Siyu’s lips, taking advantage of her surprise to twine and swirl with hers.

 

“Sis…” Fu Siyu’s breath was in disarray. The pheromones she’d fought so hard to suppress came roaring back.

 

She lowered her gaze, cheeks flushed pink, and her eyes rippled like the tide—clearly, she was also on the verge of going into heat.

 

She closed her eyes tightly, struggling to suppress her pheromones, and with trembling hands, began to button up Fan Zhen’s clothes.

 

But Fan Zhen wouldn’t let her. Holding onto her wrist as a pivot, her body moved up like a soft, sinuous snake, winding around Fu Siyi. Tilting her head, she looked up with a pair of sultry, seductive eyes full of grievance and whispered, “You don’t want me?”

 

Of course Fu Siyi wanted her. But she knew full well that this heat was accidental—it wasn’t something that had to be resolved through an Alpha’s pheromones.

 

Suppressants would work just as well.

 

In truth, she didn’t have to offer them. This episode was unexpected, and Fan Zhen wouldn’t blame her afterward. But Fu Siyi just couldn’t bear to see her sister suffer even the slightest bit—not if it meant compromising or being forced.

 

Fu Siyi opened a drawer and pulled out a box of suppressants she had already prepared in advance. She held them out to Fan Zhen.
“Sis, I got these for you. They’re the same prescription you usually take.”

 

A flicker of clarity sparked in Fan Zhen’s hazy thoughts. She opened her misty eyes, staring at Fu Siyi in disbelief.
“You… you know I’m an Omega?”

 

“Mhm.”

 

Fu Siyi bit her lip, trying to endure the heat surging through her own body. A wave of strength gathered in her limbs as she forced herself to nod.

 

Even just that nod nearly exhausted her. Clinging to the last shred of self-control, she pushed herself to stand up.

 

“Where are you going?” The Omega behind her, radiating sweet pheromones, followed her like an enchanting little fox. She draped herself over Fu Siyi’s shoulder, teasing and clinging with every move.

 

By now, Fan Zhen had already worked herself into a mess—her clothes half off, the pale-blue dress gathered around her waist. She pressed herself against Fu Siyi’s back, everything below her neck completely exposed to her eyes.

 

The cakes her sister used to feed her were always delicate and beautiful, but they had no scent. Yet now, this “cake” was not only beautifully shaped—it exuded an intoxicating sweetness, making it impossible for an Alpha to resist.

 

Even with all her willpower, Fu Siyi couldn’t stop her pheromones from leaking. A faint whiff surged forth eagerly toward the Omega.

 

She panicked, biting down hard to stop herself. If she lost control, she might just sink her teeth into that cake right in front of her.

 

“Sis, take the suppressant. Lie down for a bit, and you’ll feel better.”

 

But Fan Zhen wrapped her arms around Fu Siyi’s neck and leaned into her chest. Tilting her head slightly, her soft lips brushed against hers.
“I don’t want suppressants. I want you.”

 

“!!!”

 

Fu Siyi’s eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat.

 

Before she could react, Fan Zhen had already taken the initiative—offering up her sweet, fluffy “cake” for her to taste.

 

Fu Siyi never imagined that eating whipped cream plain could be this delightful.

 

Sweet but not cloying, dense yet airy. It looked heavy, but melted delicately in the mouth.

 

Especially the cherry tucked in the cream—every layer of texture was intoxicating.

 

Her sister was a true treasure.

 

She was fragrant all over—so much so that even her breath smelled sweet.

 

Fu Siyi was completely entranced. Dazed, she murmured, “Sis, I feel so uncomfortable too…”

 

She buried her head in Fan Zhen’s shoulder, panting heavily—each breath forceful and shallow, as if suffocating. Fan Zhen’s heart raced with her.

 

“Little Siyi, what’s wrong?”

 

Sensing something was off, Fan Zhen tried to lower her head to check, but Fu Siyi clutched her tightly, refusing to let her move.

 

Her voice was hoarse to the point of breaking.
“Sis… don’t move. Just… give me a moment.”

 

Fan Zhen heard the ragged breathing by her ear, and a faint wisp of sandalwood pheromones drifted past her nose. She finally realized—

 

Fu Siyi was doing everything she could to restrain herself.

 

When an Alpha becomes aroused, suppressing pheromones requires immense willpower. Most Alphas don’t bother—they let their instincts take over, letting their pheromones spill out until full rut sets in.

 

The news was full of stories of Alphas who lost control and forcibly marked Omegas, causing them to be hospitalized.

 

This silly girl… how long was she planning to hold out?

 

She was usually like a horny little teddy bear, flirting at all the wrong moments—yet when it truly mattered, she was more timid than anyone.

 

Fan Zhen slipped out of her pale-blue dress and gently wrapped herself around Fu Siyi like a bird tucking in its wings. She pressed a kiss to her cheek, then slowly moved to her lips.

 

Fu Siyi turned her head, meeting Fan Zhen’s tender gaze—eyes so sweet, it felt like sugar threads would spin out of them. Deep emotion practically poured out.

 

“Zai Zai… what you said before—does it still count?” Fan Zhen’s soft nails traced down Fu Siyi’s spine, leaving behind rippling shivers.

 

Fu Siyi let out a low hum, hips trembling as if caught between retreating and surrendering. Her lashes lowered, casting unreadable shadows across her face.

 

“Of course I meant it. But which thing did you mean, Sis? Mmm… Sis…”

 

That last “Sis” was so soft and obedient—because at that moment, her beloved sister was tugging at her waistband ribbon with her teeth, giving her a seductive wink.

 

That one look set off a spike in her heartbeat, like a heart monitor tracing erratic, passionate lines.

 

Her sister was just… too tempting.

 

Fu Siyi could barely take it. The gland at the nape of her neck began to swell, releasing waves of sandalwood pheromones. The entire bedroom was now steeped in the blend of creamy sweetness and woodsy seduction.

 

And in Fu Siyi’s eyes—burning red like maple leaves—there was something almost feral.

 

Fan Zhen knew… she had now entered estrus.

 

She snuggled into Fu Siyi’s arms, clinging to her neck, nuzzling.
“Zai Zai, you once said… you wanted to have a baby with me. A soft, gentle little girl—just like me. Do you still mean it?”

 

Fu Siyi managed to gather a shred of clarity and shook her head slightly.

 

Fan Zhen misunderstood, thinking she was denying it. Her heart sank, overwhelmed by both the discomfort of heat and her own hurt.
She felt like she was going to die from the pain, yet Fu Siyi only offered her a suppressant and nothing more.

 

The more she thought, the more wronged she felt. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she sniffled in a small, pitiful voice:
“You said it yourself… you wanted to have a baby… and it was time to name her using the ‘Qing’ character from your family tree… Fu Siyi… you lied to me…”

 

“Don’t cry, don’t cry~” Fu Siyi quickly lay over her and coaxed her gently, wiping her tears away.
“I did say I wanted a baby—but actually, I want two. Twins. I like the names Zhaozhao and Mumu even more.”

 

Fan Zhen let out a sudden giggle through her tears. She wrapped her pale arms around Fu Siyi’s neck and turned her head shyly, her gaze soft and sultry.

 

Pure and seductive at once—irresistibly alluring.

 

She whispered sweetly, “This kind of thing… you can’t control it. Just because you want two, doesn’t mean you’ll get two…”

 

She peeked at Fu Siyi, eyes shimmering with affection.
“So… try your best, okay?”

 

With his beloved Omega being this forward, how could a heat-driven Alpha possibly resist? Fu Siyi immediately rolled them over in one smooth motion.

 

She reached to unwrap the outer “packaging” of the cake—only to realize her sister had already done it for her. Naturally, she accepted the offering of cream and cherries and took a bite.

 

Fan Zhen had been holding herself up with both hands, but her strength gave out. She could only cling weakly to Fu Siyi’s shoulders.

 

“Zai Zai, that’s not the way to do it~ You need to try harder.” Fan Zhen bit her lip, her eyes heavy with longing.
“In our country’s biology textbooks… it says Alphas need to be on top. That way, it’s easier to conceive.”

 

This inexperienced little Alpha really didn’t know anything.

 

Female-female conception worked entirely through pheromones.

 

When an Alpha and Omega wanted to create new life, their reproductive glands would align—Alpha pheromones flowing into the Omega’s gland cavity. The fusion of pheromones would nurture a baby.

 

So… the position mattered.

 

Blushing furiously, Fan Zhen didn’t dare look up—and so she missed the glint of cunning in Fu Siyi’s eyes. A little gleam of triumph.

 

Fu Siyi grabbed Fan Zhen’s waist, flipped them both over—and now she was the one on top.

 

She leaned in close, her red lips brushing Fan Zhen’s tender earlobe. Whispering sweetly:
“I don’t know how… Will you teach me, Sis?”