The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Sister, Step on Me.

Ruan Siyi hastily responded with a “Okay,” and in the next moment, Fu Ru’an felt the world spin around her as she was lifted into Ruan Siyi’s arms and carried all the way back to the bed.

On the soft bedding, she watched as Ruan Siyi knelt down without hesitation, her knees sliding outward to steady herself, trembling slightly as she settled.

Her straight, slender calves weren’t like a pair of chopsticks-they were healthy and well-defined, the long, taut muscle lines clinging to her bones, showcasing the strength of an Alpha. The curve of her knees was striking, the elegant kneecaps jutting forward, thrusting straight into Fu Ru’an’s line of sight.

Fu Ru’an had never imagined that such a scene would hit her kink so perfectly.

The Alpha who usually dominated in bed was now in this position, looking up at her, pleading for pleasure.

Would Ruan Siyi also tremble uncontrollably because of her actions?

Would she beg her to go faster or slower, just as she had once pleaded with her?

Would she be pushed to the peak for her, her vision filled with white light?

She admitted these thoughts were somewhat perverse.

But she had always enjoyed the feeling of being in control. As the heir of the Fu family, she was expected to excel in everything. The education she received from a young age was all about how to become a qualified-no, not just qualified, but an outstanding leader.

Fu Ru’an’s gaze darkened as it lingered on the hem of Ruan Siyi’s oversized shirt.

The shirt was an oversized style, but no matter what, it was still just a top. On Ruan Siyi, it only reached just above her knees, the middle of her thighs.

And now, because of Ruan Siyi’s kneeling position with her legs apart, the shirt had ridden up even further, offering glimpses of the scenery beneath-

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Sister Fu-”

Ruan Siyi wasn’t quite used to this yet, her voice trembling as she spoke.

Alpha’s scorching palm landed unerringly on her slightly cool ankle, about to pull her forward, but Fu Ru’an stopped it.

“Wait for me.”

Fu Ru’an suddenly changed her mind.

She reached out and slowly untied the bow at her waist. Under Ruan Siyi’s astonished gaze, she took that white sash and tied it around Ruan Siyi’s eyes.

The soft, comfortable fabric wrapped around the Alpha’s head in a loop, fastened neatly at the back into another perfectly symmetrical bow.

Ruan Siyi’s eyes-overflowing with damp, deer-like liveliness-were now covered. All that remained visible was the vivid flush on her face. The white bathrobe belt arched slightly over the bridge of her nose casting a suggestive triangular shadow on either side. Below her nose were slightly parted lips, slack with confusion, and the elegant curve of her upturned neck.

Her thin long-sleeved shirt, rolled up at the sleeves due to the heat, revealed the traces of her workouts on her arms, along with the indents her hands left as they pressed into the bed behind her, fingers splayed. The veins on her hands stood out distinctly.

Fu Ru’an had to admit this version of Ruan Siyi held an irresistible allure for her.

Any human would be moved by such unreserved submission from another, let alone when it came from their own lover.

On the bed.

Fu Ru’an lowered her gaze, her eyes lingering on the faint dampness at the hem of Ruan Siyi’s shirt. Unable to hold back, she let out a soft laugh.

The corner of the shirt was already wet, the moisture spreading across the stiff white fabric like a silent confession of some unspeakable desire.

The same desire that permeated the space between them.

She pushed the shirt up, revealing Ruan Siyi’s lean, toned waist-the kind of defined yet soft abs she loved most, a body that balanced strength and suppleness.

Their scents intertwined, swirling upward like an unstoppable current.

Fu Ru’an pulled her ankle free from Ruan Siyi’s grip and slowly pressed against that spot, yet made no move to go further. Ruan Siyi grew impatient, shifting her body to meet her, but Fu Ru’an took a subtle step back, leaving her just out of reach-teasing, like a fisherman playing with her catch.

“Ruan Ruan.”

Blindfolded, Ruan Siyi was submerged in a world of gray, lightless darkness.

And because of that, her other senses sharpened. Every slight stir, every faintest sound, effortlessly plucked at her fragile, frayed nerves.

Fu Ru’an’s voice pierced her ears, carrying an irresistible, domineering tone that seeped relentlessly into Ruan Siyi’s mind.

“Say what you want. Out loud.”

Ruan Siyi’s body shuddered violently.

This sentence was like some kind of mysterious command issued to a dog, forcing her to cast aside all dignity and shame, to dissect her own desires alive and lay them bare.

Often, the most straightforward words were the most potent aphrodisiac.

Ruan Siyi didn’t know where Fu Ru’an’s gaze was currently lingering—on her face, her neck? Had she noticed that all of Ruan Siyi’s feelings for her had turned into liquid heat?

All she felt was that every inch of her skin under Fu Ru’an’s possible scrutiny was burning, stretched taut over bone and muscle, her hairs nearly standing on end. The sensation was as intoxicating and mesmerizing as Schrödinger’s cat, countless electric signals assaulting her nervous system, tearing at her reason.

“I…”

She had thought she was mentally prepared, but when the moment came to actually speak, her words caught in her throat.

Fu Ru’an continued to coax her gently, “What do you want? Keep going.”

She began rubbing slowly against her again, and Ruan Siyi grew so frantic she nearly cried, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. She wanted to reach out and grab her directly but ultimately gave up, helplessly clutching the sheets instead.

“I want,” she mustered her courage, “Sister, step on me.”

Though she had certainly said similar lewd things before to spice things up, she had never been this explicit.

The most straightforward she had ever been was typing to Fu Ru’an through a phone screen: “I want to crawl inside and lick you.” But speaking it aloud was on an entirely different level of shame compared to hiding behind a screen.

Yet the moment she finally voiced those words, she was hit with an overwhelming rush of pleasure.

Unlike any before.

Though her eyes were blindfolded, their trembling and movement unseen, she could almost picture in her mind the pleased expression on Fu Ru’an’s face—like a proud cat, tail raised high, utterly smug.

The moment she spoke, Fu Ru’an finally took further action. The pressure descended instantly, accompanied by a gushing wave of ecstasy and Fu Ru’an’s fingers tangling in her hair.

This pleasure was, in a way, pathological.

Moreover, in that instant when Fu Ru’an gently patted the back of her head and said, “Good girl,” it felt as though she had psychologically reached climax.

The pleasurable sensations of the mind and body had unexpectedly misaligned in timing, their dual overlap propelling her to new heights.

T-o-x-i-c.

She spelled out the word in her mind.

This was simply toxic.

Fu Ru’an himself was even more alluring to her than his pheromones—like a custom-made heroin tailored just for her, making her addicted, then utterly obsessed.

But hadn’t she long since passed the point of no return?

After seeing that “letter of reflection” covered in the marks of time, seeds of doubt had been planted.

Were those dreams truly events that had happened?

What exactly was that lost fragment of memory she couldn’t recall no matter how hard she tried?

And why, despite never having learned dance, could she master it so effortlessly?

The drastic change in the original host three years ago, the completely different handwriting, and Fu Ru’an’s strange attitude—

Every little detail interrogated her.

Just what had happened in the past?

Was it possible that—

She had always belonged to this world?

Fu Ru’an’s favoritism toward Ruan Siyi wasn’t directed at the original host but was instead his love for her.

Those dreamlike stories were also real events that had truly happened. They had once been so… inseparable.

This conjecture was far too bold.

Yet Ruan Siyi couldn’t help but entertain the possibility.

Fu Ru’an half-knelt as well, leaning down to kiss her lips.

His foot was replaced by a knee, grinding slowly against her spring, the hard kneecap covering a much wider area, stimulating a vast expanse at once.

“Do you like it?”

Fu Ru’an murmured against her tongue, his voice slightly muffled.

In Ruan Siyi’s vision, it was still pitch black, controlled entirely by her. Her mind was spinning incessantly, like waves crashing relentlessly on the shore. The water inside her body churned, her mouth filled with the taste of Fu Ru’an—sweet, like poison.

“I like it. No matter what Sister Fu does to me, I like it.”

Ruan Siyi withdrew the hand propping her up on the bed and casually tugged at the white cloth strip that had been covering her eyes. It was helplessly yanked down with force. Her hands grasped both ends of the bathrobe sash, pulling it loose and tight, emitting faint sounds.

As if the words she had just spoken weren’t enough, she added, her face flushed: “I like it so much I can’t stand it.”

When Fu Ru’an saw her undo the sash, she didn’t think much of it, assuming that Ruan Siyi had simply grown uncomfortable after wearing it for so long and had loosened the bow.

“So obedient.”

She never hesitated to praise her adorable Ruan Ruan.

“Obedient?”

Ruan Siyi didn’t quite understand how this word could describe her. Judging by all her past actions, she was far from being an obedient child—she had done all sorts of bizarre things, clumsily messing up one thing after another.

—This word didn’t seem to suit her at all.

Yet Fu Ru’an was always eager to use it to praise her, as if viewing her through an impossibly rose-tinted lens.

“I’m not obedient, Sister.”

Fu Ru’an’s words were still warm, not yet swallowed down.

The next second, Ruan Siyi’s hand clasped Fu Ru’an’s wrist, crossing her hands behind her back.

The white sash was swiftly tied around them.

Now, is this still obedient?

Ruan Siyi silently reflected in her heart.