The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 58
Chapter 58
Fu Siyi leaned in close, her red lips brushing against Fan Zhen’s delicate earlobe. She whispered softly in her ear, “I don’t know how… Will you teach me? Please, Sister…”
Fan Zhen’s heart fluttered violently.
Whenever this little beast called her “Sister” in the midst of heat, she sounded so obedient and easily teased—it always stirred a strange, overpowering instinct in Fan Zhen to protect her.
“Actually… I’m not that sure either. But I think it should start like this…”
Fan Zhen blushed furiously, not daring to look her in the eye. She turned her face away, revealing the tip of her ear flushed red, as if bleeding.
“I think… we need to take off our clothes first.”
“This skirt’s too complicated—I can’t do it… Sister, help me.”
Fu Siyi murmured against her burning ear.
The low, magnetic voice of the Alpha swept across Fan Zhen’s eardrum, sending shivers down her spine. Her composure unraveled, and her pheromones began to leak uncontrollably.
Fu Siyi clearly sensed it.
The milky scent in the air grew thicker and sweeter.
Fan Zhen was breathing heavily, her hands trembling as she tried to undo the layers of the dress. In the end, it was Fu Siyi who undid it herself.
Burying her face in Fan Zhen’s neck, Fu Siyi spoke in a soft, sticky voice:
“Sister, I figured it out.”
Fan Zhen reached up to pat her back, just about to praise her—but in the next second, she froze completely.
This sweet, innocent little beast—where was she clueless? She was practically an expert.
Just like now…
Her soft lips pressed against the side of Fan Zhen’s face, and her tone was as obedient as a curious student eager to learn:
“Sister… is it like this?”
Fan Zhen gave a muffled hum of assent.
She shut her eyes in embarrassment, her whole demeanor unbearably shy and tender—like she could be bullied at any moment.
Fu Siyi steadied her breath, whispering beside her ear, “I really like you, Sister.”
Fan Zhen couldn’t find her voice.
She covered her mouth with one hand.
“Sister, the soundproofing in the main building is really good.”
Fu Siyi’s lips touched the tip of Fan Zhen’s ear, her red lips lightly parting as she spoke in a hoarse whisper.
Fan Zhen’s mind was in chaos.
She curled into Fu Siyi’s arms like a half-melted cake—soft, warm, and sweet.
She radiated that sweet, milky scent that drove Alphas mad.
Fu Siyi held her slim waist with one arm, and amidst the intensity of the moment, casually opened a bottle of red wine.
As a highly skilled vintner, what she looked forward to most was the fermentation process—watching the wine she crafted mature slowly in her hands.
Fu Siyi wanted to taste the wine but couldn’t bear to lose the warm feeling of her fingertips soaking in it—or the sensation of tiny fish nibbling on them.
Fan Zhen bit her lips, looking up at her from beneath long lashes. Her teary eyes shimmered like dew-covered red roses on a winter morning—enchanting, alluring. The sight made Fu Siyi’s heart itch with longing.
More and more tiny fish swam over, crowding to nibble on her fingers. Just a single fingertip clearly wasn’t enough.
Fu Siyi pushed her entire hand into the mouth of the bottle. The red wine overflowed, soaking her entire palm.
Fan Zhen’s senses were no longer functioning.
Tears clung to the corners of her eyes as she tilted her head back, black hair fanned out across a white pillow. The elegant line of her jaw, the delicate curve of her neck and shoulders…
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Yi Zai Zai…” she murmured faintly, voice tinged with longing. Her tear-streaked face shimmered under the light, her eyes glowing like diamonds—utterly bewitching.
“Mm.”
As Fan Zhen closed her eyes, Fu Siyi’s gaze lingered on her face—full of longing and tenderness, as if etching her image into her soul.
Fan Zhen vaguely wondered when her cover had been blown, but that fleeting thought was quickly drowned by waves of sensation.
“Yi little Zai… Zai Zai…”
She called to her softly.
The vintner seemed completely absorbed—perhaps a little drunk from the wine—and didn’t respond at first.
“Zai Zai…”
Fan Zhen called again.
“I’m here, Sister!”
Fu Siyi answered gently, leaning down to kiss her.
The vintner carefully rubbed the wine-soaked, swollen grains of rice, softening them for later mashing.
Fan Zhen lay on the pillow, head tilted back, her dazed gaze fixed on the luxurious crystal chandelier above. She watched as tiny insects circled the light—around and around.
Insects? How could there be insects?
Wasn’t it winter?
Besides, the main building was serviced by a professional pest control company.
But the bugs kept multiplying…
She let out a cry.
Burying her flushed face against the Alpha’s shoulder, her voice trembled with a faint sob:
“You… you liar.”
Fu Siyi pulled her tightly into her embrace, feigning innocence.
“What do you mean?”
Fan Zhen closed her eyes, pouting in bashful accusation.
“You said you didn’t know anything—but you knew everything~”
It was Fu Siyi’s first time answering this “exam,” and now that she’d submitted the test, she needed a score. So she kissed the “examiner” and asked:
“Did you like it?”
Fan Zhen refused to answer at first. But after some coaxing, she shyly nodded.
“But Sister… I still feel awful~”
Fu Siyi looked up at her, eyes misty with longing, their crimson hue deepening.
Fan Zhen was mortified. She knew this little beast wouldn’t let her rest—not even for a second.
When she didn’t respond, Fu Siyi gently took her hand and guided it to the back of her own neck—letting Fan Zhen feel the swollen gland there.
She hadn’t lied.
She really was in pain.
Those tender, affectionate peach blossom eyes locked onto Fan Zhen’s, as if she were the only person in the world.
“Sister, I’m begging you…”
Fan Zhen was completely swept away by those misty, pleading eyes. She turned her face aside, blushing furiously, and nodded.
Overjoyed, Fu Siyi planted kisses on her lips, whispering between them:
“Sister… I’ll do my best.”
Fu Siyi took another sip of the wine she brewed herself.
It was sweet on the tongue and laced with thick, creamy notes.
She once had a milk-flavored cocktail at Song Xian’s bar—it was supposedly from Italy and required ice cream for the creamy taste. But it was nothing compared to the richness of her sister’s scent.
Fu Siyi felt like she might actually get drunk.
Her cheeks turned bright red, and her peach blossom eyes shimmered with desire—more beautiful and captivating than ever.
It was her first time drinking such “milk wine,” and she couldn’t help but overindulge.
She especially loved the soft, glutinous grains of rice steeped in the wine. She was sure her sister would love them too—because every time she licked them, her sister encouraged her with soft, breathy sounds.
“Zai Zai…”
Fan Zhen covered her own eyes with one hand, letting darkness take over her vision.
Fu Siyi didn’t respond—still focused on drinking the wine, savoring the rice grains with care, gently chewing.
Fan Zhen’s eyes welled up with tears, like dewdrops trembling on the edge.
Her pale, delicate hand unconsciously clutched at Fu Siyi’s shoulder—grasping for something, anything—but catching nothing, until finally she tangled her fingers in a lock of her hair.