The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 59

Chapter 59

She twirled Fu Siyi’s hair around her finger, as if only by doing so could she feel grounded and safe.

Lying on the pillow, another bug flew in front of her eyes—this time even closer—its buzzing loud in her ears.

“Yiyi…”

A flush of red spread over Fan Zhen’s cheeks as her pheromones spilled wantonly, soaking the luxurious silk jacquard sheets of Fu Siyi’s bed.

It was said that making these sheets took twelve weeks, and they couldn’t be hand-washed, only dry-cleaned professionally.

If they were sent to the cleaners tomorrow, wouldn’t everyone in the Fu household know they had rolled in the sheets?

Wuwuwu, that would be so humiliating.

Just as Fan Zhen was racking her brain over how to sneak the sheets out for dry-cleaning without alerting anyone, something equally soft brushed against her gland.

A stream of pale moonlight shone in through the window, casting a faint glow that fell across both their faces. In that diffused light, their expressions could just barely be seen.

Their breeding glands pressed tightly together.

Their faces both tinged with the same blush.

“Jiejie…”

Fu Siyi blushed so hard she couldn’t bear to look, but her heart was bursting with joy. Now she finally understood what Fang Songxian meant when she said “that kind of close contact” was incredibly addictive.

Especially when it was with the Omega she loved.

It was truly indescribable.

“Jiejie… am I doing well?” Fu Siyi’s peach blossom eyes shimmered with red, reflecting Fan Zhen’s hazy silhouette.

Fan Zhen was dazed, completely lost in the depths of her Alpha’s gaze. She hugged Fu Siyi tightly, murmuring softly, “Yiyi, you’re amazing… I love you so much.”

The confession and sudden intimacy from her sister caught Fu Siyi off guard, sending waves through her heart, the feeling radiating down to her gland—so surreal and wonderful it defied words.

Pheromones flooded the room, seeping into the Omega’s gland cavity. The rich scent of eaglewood in the air was almost choking.

From the outside, Alpha glands looked no different than Omega’s, but an Alpha’s pheromones carried genetic material—capable of inducing pregnancy in Omegas.

Brewing wine requires milling the yeast starter—like two grains of rice grinding together, each swelling to twice its original size, perfectly softened for the process.

Though it seemed simple, milling took skill. The grains had to be prepped and softened thoroughly first.

Graphite ground in smooth circles, two grains pressing against each other, gradually oozing out rice slurry, mixing together and flowing into the mill’s opening.

“Yiyi…”

The annoying little bug flew past her eyes again—the third time now. Fan Zhen wanted to wave it away, but her arms were too weak. All she could do was cry and beg her Alpha.

“Yiyi, enough…”

“Jiejie, be good, just a little more…” Fu Siyi whispered sweetly, kissing her—her unfocused eyes, her trembling lips, the tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

Tiny crystal droplets clung to Fan Zhen’s long lashes. Her mind was foggy, her thoughts scattered.

Fu Siyi’s lips trailed down her blushing cheek to the nape of her neck, where the Omega’s gland released its alluring scent. She tilted her head and bit down hard.

Fan Zhen frowned and curled her shoulders, trying to pull away, but there was nowhere to run. Stopping now would only hurt the Alpha.

She endured the pain, tilted her head, and willingly offered her jaw and neck, exposing them to the Alpha’s lips.

In the bedroom, the scents of eaglewood and milk intermingled.

And just like that, they became each other’s only one.

After handing in her “exam” for the third time, Fu Siyi caught her breath and pulled the limp Omega into her arms. Her peach blossom eyes gazed tenderly, her lips curled into a bright smile: “Jiejie, do you think I tried hard enough?”

Fanzhen didn’t even have the strength to speak. But the little beast clung to her, demanding an answer.

“Jiejie…”

This little monster had tasted sweetness and wanted more. Her eyes glimmered darkly as she said, “Jiejie, I want to try harder.”

Fan Zhen’s lashes fluttered, and she mustered her last ounce of strength to tap Fu Siyi’s arm: “No more. If you keep trying, I’ll die.”

“Jiejie… Jiejie…”

The seductive voice kept luring her in.

Fan Zhen was torn between love and annoyance, regretting ever mentioning “effort.” From now on, there would be no peace.

Embarrassed, she buried her face in Fu Siyi’s chest, thinking maybe she wouldn’t hear the beast’s endless coaxing.

But she didn’t realize that this cuddling only added fuel to the fire.

After all, rubbing up against a wolf pup who just had her first taste of honey—wasn’t that asking for trouble?

Fanzhen snapped awake and tried to gather herself. Just as she wrapped herself up tightly, Fu Siyi leaned down and kissed her.

Their lips met gently. Fu Siyi didn’t rush, instead teasing and probing her lips softly.

Fanzhen, caught in the tender rhythm, parted her lips, letting her in. Wrapped like a silkworm cocoon, she felt herself slowly being unwrapped by the little beast.

Then, the carefully hidden cake was tasted by the Alpha.

And then, one soaked grain of rice was ground into fine, smooth slurry by another…

…

…Morning light…

The sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting soft halos on Fu Siyi’s cheeks. Her fine baby hairs glowed, her long lashes cast two small shadows on her face.

Fan Zhen’s lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

Her whole body ached, as if it had fallen apart. Her milky-white skin was covered in reddish marks of varying shades—glaring and obvious.

She woke up completely.

Memories of last night’s intimate chaos flashed before her eyes like a barrage of bullet comments.

Her face turned crimson. She moved her hand slightly and realized her fingers were still interlocked with Fu Siyi’s.

Fanzhen turned her head and stared at her sleeping face.

This little beast looked so well-behaved when she wasn’t whining for cake.

She reached out and gently brushed Fu Siyi’s long lashes, then slowly trailed down to her eyelids, which twitched slightly.

So cute.

Fanzhen got carried away, her finger tracing down her nose to those soft lips. Thinking about how that very mouth had bullied her last night—ignoring her pleas and eating her up inside and out—she grew indignant.

She pressed hard against Fu Siyi’s lips, but before she could pull away, Fu Siyi bit her finger.

Not hard, just softly grinding her teeth, then pulling her hand to her lips and kissing it repeatedly. Her sleepy eyes sparkled flirtatiously: “Jiejie, are you still mad? Was I not trying hard enough?”

“You tried too hard,” Fan Zhen glared at her, trying to be fierce, but with her blushing face and seductive expression, she looked more like she was flirting.

Fu Siyi wasn’t scared—she beamed, eyes locked with Fan Zhen’s.

The air between them grew thick with intimacy. Fan Zhen panicked and tried to get out of bed.

But as she sat up, her vision spun wildly. She let out a yelp as she toppled forward. Fu Siyi, watching closely, caught her just in time.

Fan Zhen collapsed into her arms. Their lingering scents of eaglewood and milk enveloped them, making everything feel even more sultry.

Their pounding hearts—whose was whose?

Fu Siyi broke the silence first, gently holding her slender waist: “Is Jiejie dizzy? Omega’s first full marking can be hard. Lie still—I’ve already applied the medicine. Dr. Wang said… the bite on your neck will take some time to heal…”

Halfway through, Fu Siyi peeked up timidly. Fan Zhen lowered her gaze right at that moment. Their eyes met, and her cheeks turned red again.

Shameless little beast. How could she talk about something so private without blushing?

Fan Zhen, red-faced, tried to break free. But Fu Siyi held her tighter, pressing close, peach blossom eyes never leaving hers.

Then Fanzhen realized something, eyes widening: “You… you applied the medicine? What kind of medicine? Where exactly did you apply it?!”

Fu Siyi looked down and blinked innocently: “Last night while you were asleep, I checked you over… the mark on your neck was pretty bad. The other spot… was only a little red. I called Dr. Wang and asked her to send medicine… I applied it for you…”

Bl00d rushed to Fan Zhen’s head.

This little beast called the family doctor in the middle of the night. Now everyone probably knew.

She never should’ve asked.

Angry, she grabbed a pillow and threw it at her: “You—you called Dr. Wang in the middle of the night? Are you trying to make everyone know?”

Fu Siyi caught the pillow and gently eased her back onto the bed: “Don’t be mad, Jiejie. You need to rest. Dr. Wang also prescribed something to ease the dependency symptoms. Auntie already made the medicine and kept it warm in the kitchen. I’ll go get it now.”

“What? Even Auntie knows?”

Fan Zhen collapsed dramatically onto the pillow. Then her eyes flicked to some comic books nearby. She lifted her eyelids weakly: “What’s this?”

Fu Siyi smiled softly: “Xiaoju said you’d be bedridden for a few days during dependency, so she brought you some books to pass the time.”

Fanzhen: !!!

Everyone really did know.

She yanked the blanket over her head and grumbled, “Get out. Let me be alone.”

“Nope.” Fu Siyi pulled the blanket down, leaned in, and pecked her lips: “Dr. Wang said, during an Omega’s first dependency phase, the Alpha must stay close—sometimes for a week, sometimes years. If any symptoms appear, the Alpha has to help relieve them with pheromones…”

Fan Zhen turned her head, glaring: “You… you’re completely out of control. I don’t need your help.”

Fu Siyi lowered her gaze, her long black hair falling softly around her face. Framed by light, she looked particularly delicate, her peach blossom eyes full of innocent sincerity.

She leaned close and asked gently, “Jiejie, can I ask you something?”

Fanzhen, suddenly nervous, thought she might be about to ask about her past or why she’d run away, and replied cautiously: “What is it?”

She braced herself—only for Fu Siyi to say:

“Jiejie, when is your heat cycle every month?”

Fan Zhen’s eyes widened in shock: “Why are you asking that?”

Fu Siyi looked completely serious: “So I can plan ahead to help you.”

“Who—who wants your help?” Fan Zhen dove back under the covers, refusing to speak to her anymore.

…

Though she grumbled, Fan Zhen eventually let Fu Siyi coax her into drinking the medicine. The Omega’s dependency phase was like a hibernating snake—lazy and sluggish. Before long, she drifted back to sleep.

Fu Siyi carried the tray downstairs. In the dining room, Cen Wan was on the phone, her voice sharp with frustration: “Sheng Rou, this is Cen Wan… Yes, I’m back, and I’m staying at the Fu residence. I don’t have the right? And you do? Fine, let’s see you hand the phone to Fu Weirong… She’s busy? Is she busy, or are you too afraid? Scared I’m back, huh? Don’t want to talk? I won’t waste time on you then…”

Mid-sentence, she spotted Fu Siyi out of the corner of her eye and waved her over. “Siyi, phone call, it’s for you.”

Fu Siyi set down the tray and walked over, asking softly, “Who is it?”

Cen Wan rolled her eyes: “Your mom’s ever-slick personal assistant.”

The moment Fu Siyi heard that, she guessed what was going on. Her tone turned cold: “Assistant Sheng, this is Fu Siyi. What do you want?”

Whatever was said made Fu Siyi raise her voice, anger in her eyes: “She has no right to confiscate my residence permit! Assistant Sheng, please tell my mother I’ll reapply. So what if it takes longer? I have time! But inviting Xia Chenxiao and her daughter to dinner? Not a chance!”

She slammed the phone down hard, her hand gripping the table until her knuckles turned white.