The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: The Pleasure of High Heels.

Ruan Siyi’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, her entire demeanor radiating tension.

Fu Ru’an watched her flustered, all-bark-no-bite expression, a flicker of amusement flashing in her eyes. She lowered her lashes slightly, as though genuinely considering Ruan Siyi’s suggestion.

“Alright then,” Fu Ru’an finally replied, the corners of her lips curling up. “But you’ll have to give me your honest advice, Ruan Ruan. If the stage performance ends up lackluster, you’ll have to take full responsibility.”

Ruan Siyi’s heart skipped a beat, unable to suppress the giddy delight bubbling up inside her.

Still, she forced her twitching lips into a serious line and nodded solemnly.

“Sister Fu, don’t you trust me? Of course, I’ll help you pick out the perfect outfit—no half-hearted efforts here!”

Ruan Siyi immediately raised her right hand, pressing two fingers to her forehead in a solemn, almost oath-like gesture. She tilted her chin up slightly, brows furrowed, her gaze unwavering as she stared at Fu Ru’an.

Fu Ru’an was utterly charmed by her antics. Her lips curled into a smile. “Ruan Ruan… you’re really…”

Her Ruan Ruan was such an adorable little pervert.

She closed the laptop resting on her lap and casually tossed her glasses onto the coffee table.

“Alright, I get how serious you are. No need to be so stern—you look like a little grown-up.”

Her hand lightly tapped Ruan Siyi’s forehead, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness and amusement.

Caught off guard by the sudden touch, Ruan Siyi’s face instantly warmed, and she pursed her lips in slight embarrassment, offering Fu Ru’an an awkward smile before quickly following her steps, trailing closely behind as they headed to the dressing room at home.

The dressing room at home was spacious—likely because both of them were celebrities. The soft lighting filled the room, and one wall was adorned with a large mirror that reflected the entire space, making it feel warm and bright.

Against another wall stood a wide, open wardrobe, its racks neatly lined with an array of exquisite clothing, all meticulously arranged.

Beneath it stretched a long row of shoes and boots, some high, some low, all exuding a fashionable flair.

Fu Ru’an rummaged through the drawer where socks were stored but only managed to find a pair of black stockings.

“Ruan Ruan, I’m going to change now?”

Fu Ru’an casually placed the item on a nearby stool, then leisurely undid a few buttons on her blouse, revealing sharp, delicate collarbones. Only then did she slowly look up, her gaze meaningful as she studied Ruan Siyi.

Ruan Siyi’s heart pounded wildly, her throat dry with tension.

She swallowed hard, trying to suppress the turmoil inside, forcing herself to maintain a composed expression as she nodded.

“Mm, go ahead!”

“Are you really going to keep staring at me like this while I change?”

Seeing how Ruan Siyi’s eyes were fixed on her without blinking, Fu Ru’an fell silent for an inexplicable moment before speaking again, her voice unhurried.

Hearing Fu Ru’an’s question, Ruan Siyi’s face flushed crimson, and she hurriedly turned around, her throat tight and her heart drumming violently.

She struggled to keep her expression calm, but the tips of her ears had already turned red, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, as if trying to conceal the storm of emotions raging inside her.

After a while, she heard the faint rustling of fabric behind her.

Light, slow, yet undeniably impactful.

She instinctively closed her eyes, trying not to imagine the scene, but her mind kept conjuring up images of Fu Ru’an leisurely sliding the black stockings onto her legs—

The beautiful omega standing in front of the mirror, slowly pulling the stockings up to her thighs, the fabric clinging snugly to her skin, taut and smooth. The black silk accentuated the slender curves of her legs, the slight bend of her knees and the plush yet firm thighs forming a flawless silhouette. Her fair, creamy skin seemed ready to burst through the thin material at any moment.

Would she check if they were on properly?

Perhaps with one hand resting lightly on her waist, bending forward slightly.

The already loosened collar would reveal even more of the smooth, pale skin at her chest, while the other hand would glide slowly over the stocking-clad leg, checking for any unevenness or wrinkles…

“Ruan Ruan…”

Fu Ru’an’s voice suddenly cut through her wandering thoughts, carrying a hint of helpless amusement as she spoke softly.

“These stockings seem stuck… they’re a bit tight. I can’t pull them up.”

Wh-what?

What’s stuck??

Sister said the stockings are too tight…

Ruan Siyi’s breath hitched.

Did that mean… she needed her help with something?

The thought barely formed before she blurted it out without thinking.

“Sister Fu, do you… need me to help you?”

“Of course.”

Fu Ru’an stepped closer, her presence enveloping her from behind.

“Who else is here who could help me—”

She paused, then continued deliberately, word by word.

“Put. On. Stockings?”

Someone else? Ruan Siyi’s heart clenched—absolutely not!

Sister Fu’s legs can only be touched by her, and Sister Fu’s black stockings can only be put on with her help!

Ruan Siyi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the nervousness in her heart, and slowly turned around, lowering her gaze to the half-worn black stockings on Fu Ru’an’s legs.

As a frequent presence on the big screen, her figure was impeccably maintained.

Her calves were smooth, the black stockings clinging tightly to her skin, their contours elegant and alluring, making Ruan Siyi’s throat go dry again, even causing her breath to hitch slightly.

“Then… Sister Fu, stand steady, let me help you.”

Her voice trembled faintly as she tried to sound composed.

It was just helping Sister Fu put on a pair of stockings—what was the big deal?

She’d done far more outrageous things to her sister before!

This… should be a piece of cake, right?

Ruan Siyi’s mind was currently a battlefield of conflicting thoughts, raging like wildfire, yet her expression remained calm and unreadable.

Obediently, she knelt on one knee, her slender fingers lightly brushing against Fu Ru’an’s calf, carefully smoothing the edge of the stockings bit by bit, pulling them up gently.

The stockings felt cool and slippery under her touch, while her fingers traced over the smooth, delicate skin, leaving behind a faint, tantalizing tingle. She cautiously pulled the stockings higher, her fingertips gliding over Fu Ru’an’s knees, then—like a pianist playing a melody—skillfully climbing up her thighs.

Fu Ru’an couldn’t hold back a shiver, leaning part of her weight onto the half-kneeling Ruan Siyi.

“Don’t mess around, Ruan Ruan…”

Fu Ru’an’s pale fingertips poked her cheek—the texture was nice, quite bouncy.

“Sister,” Ruan Siyi looked up at Fu Ru’an, her gaze pitiful and pleading, kneeling beside Fu Ru’an like a big, devoted dog. Her tone unconsciously took on a coquettish lilt. “I really wanna tear them.”

Fu Ru’an froze, her fingertips still resting on Ruan Siyi’s cheek. The cool sensation seeped into her skin, making her reluctant to pull away.

She lowered her head to meet Ruan Siyi’s bright, glistening eyes—the suppressed desire in them carried an irresistible intensity, like a tiny flame flickering into her heart, making her chest burn.

“Wanna tear them?” Fu Ru’an curled her lips, her gaze calm yet laced with a hint of danger. “Ruan Ruan, are you serious?”

Since when did this little one become so bold?

What is this?

Black stockings play?

“Sis-”

Ruan Siyi drew out her tone, calling to her.

She seemed oblivious to Fu Ru’an’s light scolding, instead taking the opportunity to lean closer to Fu Ru’an’s leg, her cheek rubbing against the thigh that had only managed to get halfway into the stocking. Her voice grew even more pitiful.

“Just tear one pair, really, just this one…”

“This one feels especially nice…”

“Really…”

Her voice softened, sweet and pleading, like a coquett whine or a sincere request.

“It’s not that I won’t let you,” Fu Ru’an said, her heart softening at the sight of her. “But this is the last pair at home, and I need it for the stage performance. I was thinking of wearing these with high heels instead of ankle boots—it’ll match better with you, Ruan Ruan.”

Ruan Siyi pouted, visibly reluctant, but her gaze lingered on Fu Ru’an’s legs as if calculating something.

She pressed her lips together, her eyes darkening as they traced the black stockings for a moment. Finally, unable to resist, she leaned in closer, her voice low, tinged with grievance yet laced with cunning:

“Then… how about I buy you new ones? A few more pairs, so you won’t have to worry about me ‘tearing’ them in the future.”

You little troublemaker.

Just a moment ago, she said it would only be this once, and now she’s already showing her true colors.

Fu Ru’an pinched her cheek lightly and said gently, “You really have it all figured out, don’t you, Ruan Ruan?”

She took a half-step back, pretending to straighten the stockings with an air of seriousness. Her fingers brushed lightly over the fabric, her posture languid, but her eyes held a teasing glint:

“How about this—after the performance, I’ll let you tear them?”

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to indulge Ruan Siyi, but she knew better. If she gave in too easily, letting her have whatever she wanted, the thrill of anticipation would be lost.

Ruan Ruan’s gaze was always so fervent and direct, sometimes intense like scorching flames, making her feel almost unable to escape.

She wanted Ruan Ruan’s eyes to always be on her, for her emotions and desires to be stirred solely because of her.

She needed to keep Ruan Ruan lingering in that sliver of unattainable longing—like a child seeing a piece of candy just within reach, yet always falling just a little short.

So—

Of course, the sweet rewards had to be doled out piece by piece.

In the end, Ruan Siyi still relented.

She took a deep breath, raised her head to look at Fu Ru’an, her eyes carrying a trace of unwillingness, but she still softly gave in.

“Fine, but after the show ends, you can’t go back on your word, Sister Fu.”

Though her words sounded compliant, her tone carried a hint of grievance, like a little beast forced to suppress its impulses.

Ruan Siyi obediently let Fu Ru’an put on the last remaining piece for her, slowly standing up, though her gaze still occasionally drifted toward the fabric stretched taut over her thighs.

She wrapped her arms around Fu Ru’an from behind, hands encircling her waist, holding her firmly in her embrace. Fu Ru’an was enveloped by the overwhelming aura of an Alpha, as if branded with a scent that belonged solely to Ruan Siyi.

Ruan Siyi’s eyes turned toward the mirror.

Reflected clearly within it was Fu Ru’an’s slender figure—

Pointed-toe stilettos, long legs perfectly outlined by the stockings, her skin appearing as pure as snow under the dim, hazy lighting.

The curve of the high heels accentuated the elegant arch of her ankles, while the slight lift of her toes exuded a lazy, cat-like allure.

Such a devastatingly beautiful Sister.

And such devastatingly beautiful high heels.

Since Sister had already agreed to let her tear them, then begging her to step on her a few times with those heels probably wasn’t too much to ask, right?