After Getting Married to My Obsessive Older Sister - Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Tan Ze was watching the surveillance footage the entire time, engraving Chu Yiqiao’s every reaction into her mind.

On the phone screen, Chu Yiqiao stood frozen by the door, clutching a trash bag. She was wearing Tan Ze’s jacket, which was a size too big for her, the long sleeves completely covering her hands.

Beneath the serious, stiff suit fabric was soft, cotton sleepwear. Soft yet fragile, it easily provoked conflicting desires in a person: sometimes to protect her, sometimes to play with her.

Tan Ze’s mind was jumping from one thought to the next. She switched screens, turning to WeChat to ruminate over the messages Chu Yiqiao had sent her that evening for the third time.

The information content was actually very low, with only two core messages: “Sister, why aren’t you off work yet?” and “Sister, when are you coming back?”

The leverage Tan Ze wanted over Chu Yiqiao was right in front of her, but for some reason, her heart felt complicated. Her finger moved, switching back to the surveillance screen, watching Chu Yiqiao turn around, slide slowly to the floor with her back against the closed entry door, curl up with slightly bent knees, bury her head, and her body trembling faintly.

On the night she decided to bring Chu Yiqiao to Linhang, Tan Ze had thought about locking her up for life, keeping her at home to be consumed whenever desired.

Happy Chu Yiqiao, sad Chu Yiqiao, it didn’t matter as long as it was her.

But in less than a day, Tan Ze was the first to break.

In bed, Chu Yiqiao always accused Tan Ze of being cruel, saying she liked to suddenly stop or slow down right before the peak, leaving her in unbearable agony.

Tan Ze usually laughed derisively. Chu Yiqiao only endured a few seconds of being teased before she was frantically throwing herself onto Tan Ze. Tan Ze, however, had been teased by Chu Yiqiao for several years.

She couldn’t fully exploit her, nor could she fully love her. Chu Yiqiao’s every move tugged at Tan Ze’s nerves, leaving her perpetually balanced on a constantly swaying scale.

After all these years, she hadn’t truly retaliated against Chu Yiqiao. The slightest pressure would make her cry. One second it was “Sister, I love you,” the next it was “Sister, I want to break up with you.” Tan Ze felt absolutely no security in Chu Yiqiao’s volatile emotions.

Since the hard way didn’t work, she’d try the soft way.

After all, marriage was a form of a lifelong prison anyway—it wasn’t so different. Tan Ze felt that this path didn’t require her to abandon all her principles for Chu Yiqiao.

“Drive faster,” Tan Ze suddenly told the driver.

Then, she turned the surveillance audio to maximum volume, trying to determine if Chu Yiqiao was crying by the sound.

However, the variety show in the background was too loud. She couldn’t hear anything. Chu Yiqiao was still in the fetal position. Tan Ze pressed the microphone button next to the camera again.

The camera turned towards the door. Chu Yiqiao, who had been playing a rhythm game, suddenly heard Tan Ze’s voice.

“The floor is too dirty. Get up quickly. I’ll be there soon.”

Chu Yiqiao indeed got up, lowered her head, and slowly walked to the spot where she had communicated with the camera in the afternoon. She didn’t speak, but took out her phone and started tapping.

Chu Yiqiao: Sister, can you please hurry up? The lock at home seems broken. Also, I didn’t wash the bedsheet; I don’t know how.

Tan Ze didn’t rush to reply. Chu Yiqiao kept her head down and didn’t speak the whole time. Tan Ze couldn’t see her face or hear her voice.

The lack of information irritated her, making her want to directly order Chu Yiqiao to look up at her.

But Tan Ze ultimately refrained.

TanZe: I’ll be right back. Leave it there. I’ll wash the sheet and change it when I get home.

Chu Yiqiao: En.

Tan Ze closed the surveillance, swiped up to the first message Chu Yiqiao had sent her that evening, and replied to every single one, even the meaningless “Sister,” to which she replied “En.”

She was wrong again. Chu Yiqiao was actually very difficult to raise. She couldn’t be caged or ignored. She needed sunlight, freedom, and hugs. Viewed this way, marriage was indeed the best choice.

Tan Ze hurried home. The sound of the key unlocking the door was actually very faint. With Tan Ze’s careful movement, the only sound was a slight “click,” barely audible if one wasn’t listening closely.

But Tan Ze heard it clearly, and to her, it was a roar like a flash flood.

It was so loud that Chu Yiqiao definitely heard it and definitely knew.

The entry door opened inward. Tan Ze pushed lightly, immediately feeling resistance.

The next second, she looked down and met a pair of round, almond eyes in the crack of the door. Chu Yiqiao had been sitting on the floor waiting the entire time, as if she had never left.

Wait, no.

The wisps of hair by her temples were damp, and her cuffs were wet. Chu Yiqiao had washed her face.

Why did she suddenly wash her face?

Tan Ze deliberately stopped herself from thinking further.

The moment Chu Yiqiao saw who it was, her eyes visibly brightened. She hastily tried to stand up to greet her, but she got up too quickly, her vision blacked out, and she swayed sideways with her eyes closed. Luckily, Tan Ze caught her in time, supporting her lower back and holding her tightly.

Chu Yiqiao reached out and gently rested her hands on Tan Ze’s back. She could feel Tan Ze’s hot breath on her neck and hesitantly murmured: “Sister…”

Tan Ze didn’t speak. She could clearly see the tiny, rosy tip of Chu Yiqiao’s tongue in her partially open lips. She lowered her head and enclosed it. The soft pajamas were effortlessly slipped off, revealing skin that was milky white and slippery.

Chu Yiqiao clung to her, never releasing her lips no matter what Tan Ze did. The suppressed whimpers escaping from between their lips and teeth melted Tan Ze’s heart entirely.

Soft bones, broken heart.

The soft pajamas and the cold suit jacket fell to the floor. In a haze, they found themselves in the bathroom again. Chu Yiqiao sat on Tan Ze’s hand, looking down, her fingers trembling as she helped unwrap a new box of hygiene supplies and helped put it on.

A small bottle of lubricant sat on the counter beside them. Tan Ze didn’t use it. She pinched Chu Yiqiao’s face with one hand, and with the other, she brought three fingers together, XXXXX.

The bathroom was filled with rising steam. Chu Yiqiao struggled to breathe but still strained to lick and suckle. Saliva ran out, mixing with the hot water showering down from above and wetting her chin.

(The above description is neck-up; please be merciful.)

Neither of them actively brought up any issues. Burning love either leads to deep spiritual connection or absolute physical synchronicity.

They had lost one of the two, so they had to double down on the other to compensate.

Sensory passion was enough to make one lose all resolve. Chu Yiqiao stood there, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Tan Ze didn’t hold her waist, deliberately causing chaos to make Chu Yiqiao slump further.

Their eyes locked, both equally frantic, equally timid.

That night, Chu Yiqiao didn’t receive much gentle affection. All of Tan Ze’s touch was concentrated on her lips and her other most delicate spot.

Whether standing or squatting, Tan Ze coldly demanded that Chu Yiqiao do it herself, only licking Chu Yiqiao’s lips and only kindly assisting once Chu Yiqiao was completely exhausted. (Why can’t I write about kissing? Why can’t I write about helping? Tan Ze is quite passionate.)

Until her ability to think was completely abandoned, Chu Yiqiao moaned, her entire body turning a beautiful crimson from shyness. Her upper body pressed against the soft bed. Her lower body was raised high, like a lamb offering its neck to the slaughter. This time, she finally received the care she craved.

(ZLF, stop linking things. What exactly is lockable about () and [] and XX?)

Tan Ze kissed her. The distance between them had never been so close. Chu Yiqiao could even count Tan Ze’s heartbeats, which, like her own, were racing fast.

A new day dawned with the sunrise. They went out and came in together. Tan Ze didn’t leave Chu Yiqiao alone at home again, and Chu Yiqiao never mentioned the trash bag that couldn’t be disposed of or the mysterious door that had suddenly fixed itself.

The days were filled with pouting, hugs, kisses, and intense lovemaking.

Tan Ze was psychologically warped. All the used boxes had to be saved, neatly lined up in a drawer.

Chu Yiqiao accidentally opened it one day while looking for something and was shocked. She instantly recalled the sensation of each product. She no longer needed to search for them; she had experienced the differences personally.

Chu Yiqiao minded her own business, refraining from any unnecessary investigation. Because of this, she also didn’t notice that Tan Ze carried a ring in her pocket every day. Its style was very low-key, almost plain to the point of being shabby.

Six days of vacation had flashed by, five days gone.

Tan Ze kept her promise, taking Chu Yiqiao around the city during breaks from work. They had visited 9 of the West Lake’s Ten Scenes, with only the last one, Twin Peaks Piercing the Clouds, remaining.

Because it involved climbing a mountain, Tan Ze couldn’t spare the time. Chu Yiqiao was also recovering slowly. This final scene was postponed until 4 AM on their return day. They would leave the house at 4 AM, catch the sunrise, and then rush to the airport to return to Yanjing.

Since they had to get up before dawn the next day, they started early and finished early the night before. The luggage for the return trip needed to be streamlined. Tan Ze didn’t plan to bring back the XXXXX she bought in Linhang to Yanjing. She selected a few that received the best feedback and dragged Chu Yiqiao to try them all again.

The best performer was one that worked both internally and externally. The moment it was clipped on, Chu Yiqiao’s waist started trembling. Tan Ze also aligned hers and pressed down slightly. The person beneath her instantly let out a sharp gasp. Tan Ze laughed, panting, and asked: “Bao Bao, why are you crying again?”

Chu Yiqiao’s hands weakly pushed against Tan Ze’s shoulders. Her mouth gasped for air: “Sister, I’m going to die…”

“You won’t die,” Tan Ze kissed her again, praising her: “So hot, so soft, so amazing.”

Chu Yiqiao couldn’t say a single word.

Chu Yiqiao’s reaction was even more pronounced than when they first met. Tan Ze regretted not giving the five-star seller a good review.

Given the situation, she could only buy them all again in Yanjing, use them, and then review them.

Chu Yiqiao held a grudge. The next morning, while Tan Ze was packing their luggage, she secretly hid them all away.

At 4 AM, the city was just waking up. The sky was a deep, grayish-black before dawn. The streetlights on both sides of the road were still on, casting a desolate light on the ground. Sanitation workers were bent over sweeping, and the owner of a newly opened breakfast stall yawned facing the street.

Chu Yiqiao leaned languidly on Tan Ze’s shoulder, her thick eyelashes lowered, her shoulders unconsciously pulled inward. She didn’t look very enthusiastic.

Tan Ze subtly shifted her body, gently pulling out the hair that was pinned under Chu Yiqiao. She lowered her head and softly asked: “What’s wrong? Are you still tired?”

Chu Yiqiao shook her head, then turned to pull at the drawstring on Tan Ze’s cuff.

Since they were going to climb a mountain, their usual clothes were unsuitable for potential snagging. They had bought two matching windbreakers in different sizes on short notice.

Seeing that Chu Yiqiao still seemed fixated on her past, Tan Ze had specially braided her hair into a side braid today and wore glasses. She instantly transformed from the corporate elite seen on financial news into the approachable older sister next door.

She wished Chu Yiqiao could be like her: look forward and ignore the past.

However, her efforts were wasted on an oblivious audience.

Chu Yiqiao was usually engrossed when looking at those old photos, but now that the real Tan Ze was sitting beside her, she was indifferent. Tan Ze hadn’t heard a single compliment like “Sister is so pretty.”

Tan Ze decided to retaliate by braiding her hair for their lovemaking that night.

It wasn’t until the car parked in the lot at the foot of the mountain that Chu Yiqiao’s pensive expression finally cleared. Looking up at the dim light on the horizon, she felt an unreasoning sense of panic and loss.

The vacation was ending. These six days felt like a dream. No one knew them, and no one disturbed them. During the day, they walked in the burgeoning spring scenery; at night, they hugged and exchanged the most intense sensations.

Tan Ze occupied Chu Yiqiao’s entire world. In that house, which had a layout similar to their one in Yanjing, they had done too many crazy things.

Their world had shrunk, only big enough to hold the two of them.

Now, they were about to return. Life would revert to the old routine. Chu Yiqiao felt depressed about this, but she didn’t overthink it, attributing it simply to the gloom of having to return to school after the break.

Tan Ze put on her small personal bag, wrapped her arm around Chu Yiqiao’s shoulder, and they stepped onto the first stair together.

The Southern Peak of West Lake wasn’t particularly high, but the silver lake at the base made the scenery exceptionally beautiful. Looking down at the city from the mountainside, the towering skyscrapers of the daytime were abstracted into square, glowing blocks of color.

As time passed, a faint line of light was already visible on the distant horizon. Mist rose in the mountains. The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and dew.

The one good thing about overly commercialized mountains was the high safety factor. Tan Ze didn’t have to constantly watch Chu Yiqiao. Instead, she deliberately walked a few steps faster, standing on the steps above to leisurely watch Chu Yiqiao hobble up.

The disparity in their physical fitness was too significant.

They had only climbed halfway, but Chu Yiqiao was already out of breath. If she didn’t have a slight sense of propriety, Tan Ze was sure Chu Yiqiao would have simply sat down right there and whined about not climbing anymore.

In contrast, Tan Ze was completely at ease, with no sweat even on her forehead. She watched with curved eyes as Chu Yiqiao came up wailing. She took out a straw cup in advance, holding it with one hand for Chu Yiqiao to drink, her gaze constantly shifting between Chu Yiqiao’s round cheeks and her glistening lips.

“Your stamina is really too poor. You have to go on morning runs with me when we get back.” This was the first time Tan Ze mentioned their plans after returning.

Chu Yiqiao lowered her head, drinking the water seriously, her cheeks puffed out from the straw. As soon as Tan Ze finished speaking, she looked up at Tan Ze. The upward glance made her look even more obedient, but Tan Ze was certain Chu Yiqiao had just rolled her eyes at her.

Their proximity was so close that a sense of distance was inevitably reduced. Chu Yiqiao didn’t obey Tan Ze in every small matter anymore.

“I don’t want to get up early,” Chu Yiqiao swallowed the water and glared at Tan Ze resentfully. This was also the first time she brought up their plans after returning: “Sister, please don’t be like that before my 8 AM class anymore…”

Chu Yiqiao never directly spoke of intimacy or probing; it was always “this,” “that,” “like this,” “like that.”

Since her references were so vague, Tan Ze couldn’t be blamed for pretending not to understand. She took a stride and continued climbing the mountain.

Chu Yiqiao was anxious but couldn’t climb any faster. She watched wistfully as Tan Ze walked up.

Although few people were climbing the mountain at this hour, there were some. Chu Yiqiao was shy and didn’t want to whine in public, so she attacked Tan Ze’s defenses via WeChat.

 Sister, I really can’t climb anymore.

 Sister, I don’t want to climb anymore. The sunrise at the mountainside and the mountaintop both have their own beauty. Going only to the top is too utilitarian. I want to enjoy the beauty of the halfway point.

Tan Ze laughed at the pretentious reasoning in the chat box. When Chu Yiqiao ran out of words, she started sending pleading emojis kittens, puppies, and bunnies which melted Tan Ze’s heart.

Tan Ze climbed up and walked back down, pulling Chu Yiqiao upwards.

They’ve exchanged too much saliva; Chu Yiqiao’s memory was actually improving.

As Tan Ze helped her, Chu Yiqiao’s first words weren’t even “Thank you, Sister,” but a rather serious restatement: “Sister, I’m serious. You really can’t be like that before my 8 AM class.”

Tan Ze sighed internally. Where did the Chu Yiqiao who lay there and let her have her way go?

When did Chu Yiqiao start making demands of her?

But fortunately, Tan Ze wasn’t completely unchanging either.

Her conscience was even more diminished.

Hearing the phrase “8 AM class tomorrow,” she no longer felt she was bullying a college student.

Chu Yiqiao was no longer Tan Ze’s little sister. Their bodies and minds had completed the transformation from sisters to lovers during these six days.

Now, when Tan Ze hugged Chu Yiqiao, her hand could go straight inside her clothes. When Chu Yiqiao pouted for a hug, the next step was often to demand a passionate kiss.

Tan Ze supported Chu Yiqiao, her other hand tucked into her pocket. Her fingertip touched a hard, circular object—a finished plain ring she had bought long ago, the size perfectly matching Chu Yiqiao’s ring finger circumference.

This was certainly not their wedding ring; the wedding ring was still in the scouting stage.

Tan Ze had bought it purely on a whim. It was a fleeting glance on the way home, and before she knew it, it was in her hand.

Even she didn’t realize her desire to marry was so strong, as if she couldn’t wait to legally bind Chu Yiqiao to herself.

She had carried this hastily bought plain ring with her all these days, stroking its smooth surface as if stroking their shared future.

Every night after Chu Yiqiao fell asleep, Tan Ze would take out this ring, carefully slip it onto Chu Yiqiao’s finger, observe it, admire it, and find fault with it.

Too plain. It didn’t match their love, yet it was still beautiful, captivating.

On the other side, Chu Yiqiao still hadn’t received a reply. She was slightly annoyed, leaning closer to question Tan Ze: “Sister, are you listening? You really can’t be like that before my 8 AM class!”

Tan Ze’s thoughts returned. She expertly pecked Chu Yiqiao’s lips and said: “I’m listening, I’m listening.”

But she still didn’t reply.

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