The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: She Took the Pearl Between Her Lips.

Ruan Siyi felt as though her heart skipped a beat. Her throat tightened, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva stiffly and slowly.

An indescribable desire seemed to sway along with the school uniform skirt swaying in her vision, growing wildly like vines nourished in the darkness of night.

The weather outside had already changed. In the afternoon, it had been pleasant, with warm sunlight bathing everything in comfort. But now, a storm was imminent. The branches of the old tree below the Fu family’s house trembled violently under the fierce kisses of the wind, while dark clouds surged like ink in the distance, pressing closer—everything was poised on the brink.

She stared blankly at Fu Ru’an, dressed in her school uniform, and her heart skipped another beat.

Unbidden, she recalled the evaluations she had heard about Fu Ru’an since transmigrating into this book.

Fu Ru’an had never been someone easy to approach in any sense. She had attended the best aristocratic academy in the capital since childhood.

Even before her debut, she had already gone viral because of a blurry photo from a funeral, attracting a horde of admirers online. Though that trending topic was later taken down by the Fu family, after Fu Ru’an debuted in the entertainment industry, netizens dug it up again.

In the photo, Fu Ru’an wore a long black trench coat, her delicate features cold and aloof. Her nose was high and straight, her thin lips pressed into a faint, taut line. A white flower was pinned meticulously to her chest, accentuating her snow-like complexion.

Beside her, a bodyguard held a large umbrella, shielding her from the intrusive daylight, leaving only the reflection of drifting raindrops swaying in her eyes.

Once upon a time, everyone believed that Fu Ru’an would continue to sail smoothly through life—completing university, inheriting the Fu family business from Fu Yunxi, elevating the Fu family to even greater heights and prestige, and eventually joining the Lu family in marriage.

Until her film Her and Her took the world by storm, creating a sensation across the entertainment industry and the film world. Alongside her stunning looks and acting skills, the other female lead—a mysterious figure who only appeared as a silhouette—also became a topic of widespread discussion.

Fu Ru’an proved to everyone that truly exceptional people excel at whatever they do, whether it’s academics, management, or becoming an actor.

Later, on the day she won her second Best Actress award, she announced her marriage to Ruan Siyi.

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From childhood, Fu Ru’an had lived a life of brilliance and radiance, praised by elders as the model child and revered by peers as an untouchable deity. For the first twenty-some years of her life, she was accustomed to looking down from above with pride, much like her mother.

It wasn’t until she entered the entertainment industry—playing students in youth dramas, serial killers in suspense films, hopeless unemployed workers, and grassroots officials rising through the ranks—that she began to understand the world as it truly was, so different from the sheltered life she had known.

Storms or sunshine could descend abruptly upon the world, upon any individual, at any moment.

Ruan Siyi was the first window through which she glimpsed the ordinary world.

Fu Ru’an’s eyes locked onto her, and Ruan Siyi found it difficult to describe that gaze.

It was like the look a child might have on the first night after losing a beloved doll—only to suddenly find it again.

Less like desire, and more like an intense obsession that had, over time, condensed into an unshakable love.

Compared to before, Fu Ru’an’s figure had also undergone some changes.

The school uniform shirt, which should have fit perfectly, was now a little too small, clinging tightly to her body. The curves of her chest rose like mountain peaks, undeniably alluring. Yet the XS-sized skirt still fit just right, tracing the delicate arc of her waist—long and slender. Beneath the skirt were legs so pale they seemed to glow, still damp with the steam of a recent shower.

“What’s wrong? You’re not just all talk, are you…”

Before Fu Ru’an could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of slender, strong, and dexterous hands sink into the soft, pliant flesh of her waist—then slide downward.

The Alpha’s hands cupped her hips and, with surprising strength, lifted her entire body into the air.

Ruan Siyi is, in a way, a rather unremarkable person. Among those around her, a small number describe her as honest, dutiful, and uncompetitive. But most simply have no impression of her at all.

—Throughout her entire four years of university, she never even managed to recognize all her classmates.

If the world were a vast game, then she would be nothing more than an ordinary, mundane NPC.

After realizing she had lost her memory, she felt no particular urge to recover it. Her monthly psychological counseling sessions were like clocking in for work—something she did to reassure her family and friends, not because she genuinely wanted to.

Only occasionally, in the depths of night, would she wake to find her pillow inexplicably soaked with tears.

So she would calmly change the pillowcase and sprawl back onto the bed, falling asleep once more.

That is, until she met Fu Ru’an.

A feeling she had never imagined awakened within her, desires piling up like grains of sand forming a tower.

Then, suddenly, it was as though a floodgate had opened, sweeping away the abstinence of her past twenty-some years in an irreversible tide.

Ruan Siyi often wondered if she had developed some kind of addiction to s3x. Every cell in her body screamed to possess, to touch every inch of Fu Ru’an’s skin and hair with her hands and lips, to fill every hollow in her body—

Until they fit together like lock and key, perfectly matched, never to part again.

A droplet of water fell from Fu Ru’an’s hair, landing at the corner of Ruan Siyi’s eye like a glistening tear, shimmering in the darkness.

The hot water had long since cooled over time, carrying a chill unbefitting of summer.

Fu Ru’an soon felt something icy against her—through her dress.

Ruan Siyi had placed her on the windowsill.

Beneath the fabric of her skirt was the cold ceramic surface of the bay window.

A sudden sense of loss welled up in her heart, only to be replaced by delight and anticipation.

The loss came simply because her backside still clung to the memory of the scorching heat of Ruan Siyi’s palm, while the joy stemmed from the fact that Ruan Siyi had positioned her just so—her head now level with Fu Ru’an’s waist.

She was looking forward to what would happen next.

“Aren’t we going to the bed?” Fu Ru’an’s hand stroked her hair as she asked hypocritically.

“Does sister not like it here?”

Ruan Siyi had checked beforehand—the windows in the Fu family home were all one-way. The inside could see the scenery outside, but the outside couldn’t see in.

Unlike that car, where both the inside and outside could be seen through the windows.

“This is the place where sister can see most clearly.”

Sitting like this, unlike when lying down, where she’d have to strain her neck to see below, this position only required Fu Ru’an to lower her gaze slightly to see everything—how she would soon bury herself between her legs, the movement of her head with each motion, the swaying of her skirt from her actions.

Ruan Siyi wasn’t in a hurry to bend down. Instead, one hand reached below while the other slowly trailed along Fu Ru’an’s cool neck, starting from her collarbone and moving upward, leaving the person on the windowsill breathless. The skin touched by Ruan Siyi quickly flushed a faint pink.

That hand finally settled at the angle of Fu Ru’an’s jaw, forcing her proud swan-like neck to lower and meet her gaze.

In the dark, obsidian-like pupils of Fu Ru’an’s eyes was Ruan Siyi’s own, filled with a hint of aggression.

Seizing the moment their eyes locked, Ruan Siyi swiftly pressed her fingers against Fu Ru’an’s lips, grinding slowly until those lips turned a deep crimson. Only then did she slip them inside through the gaps.

Fu Ru’an’s mind seemed to drift, her consciousness lightly tugged as if sinking into a misty haze. She could only feel the sensation of Ruan Siyi’s hands—one gently sliding past her lips, slowly probing deeper, making it almost hard to breathe; the other quietly covering the thin fabric below, alternating between light and heavy touches, sending her nerves wavering between stimulation and emptiness, waves of tingling pleasure.

The touch of the fingertips grew increasingly damp, the warm breath between them thickening. She could even feel her own breathing growing slightly erratic, increasingly muddled. The wet traces at her lips were meticulously kissed away, like remnants of tenderness lingering.

“You’re so mean…” Fu Ru’an’s voice was soft, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction, yet the end of her words trembled faintly. She lifted her leg slightly, swaying as if in a small protest.

Her voice sticky, she spoke with a coquettish tone, “How much longer do I have to wait…?”

Ruan Siyi soothingly kissed her lips through her fingers, as if kissing a vibrant rose petal.

“Don’t rush…” Alpha’s voice was a comforting presence amidst the storm. Ruan Siyi’s kisses lightly brushed against her lips, brief and fleeting, delicate as fine drizzle.

The next second, the night sky outside was suddenly torn apart by a bright flash of light, sharp as a blade slicing through the darkness. Lightning streaked across the horizon, blindingly brilliant, its momentary glare seeming to split the sky in two, casting the entire room in a stark, ghostly white.

A brief silence followed before an earsplitting clap of thunder erupted, rolling in with a deep, resonant rumble that made the windows tremble faintly.

At the same time, Ruan Siyi’s fingers, which had been fumbling in the dark for so long, finally found the right spot. Her fingertips paused slightly, as if confirming something, before pressing down firmly, gliding over the little pearl nestled within the slightly parted shell.

Fu Ru’an gasped softly at the sudden touch, her voice as faint as a kitten’s mewl, but it was drowned out by the louder thunder outside, leaving only the faintest tremor against Ruan Siyi’s ear—

Ruan Siyi’s fingertip slowly circled the pearl, deliberate and patient. She didn’t need to look to easily imagine the pale pink shell trembling, its delicate hues glowing with each touch, the textures around it subtly shifting in response, stretching like whispered words under the dim light, tender and intimate.

While Ruan Siyi was thoroughly pleased, Fu Ru’an was gradually becoming overwhelmed, her body trembling faintly.

Her leg was gently lifted and draped over Ruan Siyi’s shoulder, leaving her now like a small boat adrift on the sea, swaying helplessly with the waves, rising and falling without an anchor. Her body moved with the relentless undulations, as if being pushed toward a blank, overwhelming void.

From her hair to her toes, her entire body tensed, as if yearning to break free from this boundless ocean, to find a quiet harbor and escape this ambiguous, drifting sensation.

This feeling was… indescribable.

Fu Ru’an slowly closed her eyes, as if trying to retreat from the intensity of it all, yet unable to fully escape.

That blank, helpless sensation surged over her heart like a tide—the more she suppressed it, the clearer it became. The thin, pure-white fabric clung to her slightly damp skin, outlining a soft, hazy silhouette. Against the backdrop of the rain, she looked like a flower blooming in the storm—fragile yet breathtakingly beautiful. Raindrops slid between her petals, trickling down with faint, liquid whispers, like some deeply buried longing silently amplified in the rainy night.

“Ruan Ruan… that’s enough…”

Her voice was low, trembling slightly, like a tightly wound string plucked gently, carrying a trace of unmistakable fluster and hesitation. Each syllable blended with the muffled thunder outside, quietly reverberating like a trembling note in the rain.

Hearing her plea, Ruan Siyi silently withdrew her hand.

The sudden interruption of her pleasure left her dazed, a hint of confusion flickering in her previously hazy eyes.

“Sister Fu…”

Ruan Siyi kissed her lips one last time, and as their lips parted, a silvery thread of wetness lingered between them. Using that moisture, she leaned down like a devoted guardian.

Amid Fu Ru’an’s muffled cry, she caught the pearl between her teeth.