After Getting Married to My Obsessive Older Sister - Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Chu Yiqiao was actually quite unskilled at asking for sex, nor was she very good at begging for mercy. Her vocabulary was limited, and she wasn’t good at making promises. The only things she could think of were the most direct: “I love you” and “You’re so good.”

Tan Ze had thought she was immune to Chu Yiqiao’s meager repertoire, but perhaps the black-and-white visual impact was too strong, or Chu Yiqiao’s lips were too soft pressed against her ear. Tan Ze still made a slight concession, returning Chu Yiqiao’s saliva to her.

Her thumb pressed and her tongue worked simultaneously, making Chu Yiqiao sit lower, her chin lifted as she panted urgently. Her face, shoulders, and neck were flushed red, as if she might faint any second.

“Sister! Mm-ah! I like it…”

Chu Yiqiao was completely incoherent, her eyes glazed over, saying many things at once.

Tan Ze quickly covered Chu Yiqiao’s lips before she could utter anything completely bottomless or unprincipled, reclaiming a sense of security in Chu Yiqiao’s foolish gaze.

Chu Yiqiao was fully immersed in everything she did. She kissed Tan Ze’s waist, disregarding the fact that she was still wet, making Tan Ze’s abdomen sticky. Tan Ze deliberately slowed down, giving the delicate and unrestrained Chu Yiqiao more time to rest.

Because she had been sitting the entire time, the black bunny ears on Chu Yiqiao’s head were still in place. Her hair had just been washed, making her dark hair fluffy. The black headband was hidden within the soft strands, looking as if it had genuinely grown on her head.

Tan Ze pinched one, and the texture was indeed not as good as Chu Yiqiao’s fuzzy scalp.

Chu Yiqiao frowned slightly, shaking her head to free her ear from Tan Ze’s hand: “Sister, don’t touch my ears!”

Her voice was hoarse with the aftermath. Tan Ze looked at the flush on Chu Yiqiao’s face and asked in shock: “It’s so high-tech; you can still feel it?”

What the heck!

“No!” Chu Yiqiao giggled and buried herself back into Tan Ze’s arms: “It took me a long time to get them on straight.”

She’s been infected by Chu Yiqiao and has become clumsy too. Tan Ze skillfully shifted the blame, holding Chu Yiqiao and fiddling with the two slender straps on her back: “Very cute.”

Hmph, Chu Yiqiao wasn’t stupid. She knew she was cute, but what her sister wanted to say right now was definitely not “cute.”

“Sister, isn’t it very…”

Chu Yiqiao’s vocabulary was always reserved, and she was too embarrassed to say it, so she whispered it into Tan Ze’s ear.

Tan Ze was startled. The look in her eyes was more shocked than when she saw the email in the Q/Q inbox this afternoon.

Tan Ze pinched Chu Yiqiao’s face, not letting her rub around: “Did you learn this on the internet too?”

Chu Yiqiao turned her head, suddenly starting to observe the wardrobe in their room.

Tan Ze lifted the strap and squeezed: “It really is very…”

“Wife!”

The redness that had just subsided on Chu Yiqiao’s face threatened to return. Tan Ze vaguely realized that the best time to question and threaten Chu Yiqiao had passed, but this matter couldn’t be postponed.

Chu Yiqiao staying over at her friend’s house next week sent two messages to Tan Ze:

Chu Yiqiao is no longer the little child who was afraid of the dark and lonely. She can now sleep without Tan Ze. The little Chu Yiqiao who used to hug a pillow and insist on sleeping with her after Tan Ze fell asleep is completely gone.

Chu Yiqiao has no sense of family or responsibility. She’s going to spend the night with friends, even though there’s clearly someone home. What’s worse, those two are a couple, and Chu Yiqiao is willingly becoming a third wheel. Tan Ze was speechless.

Not to mention, Chu Yiqiao passed Subject 1 this morning. Tan Ze believed that given Chu Yiqiao’s intelligence, she would soon get her driver’s license and learn to drive.

Coupled with the two points above, she would probably soon want to drive out to play, under the pretext of “gathering inspiration,” and then not come home for ten days or half a month.

Or she’d just drive across the ocean, and Tan Ze would have to consider the time difference just to have phonesex with her!

Tan Ze was always thorough. Although she often overthought things concerning Chu Yiqiao, given Chu Yiqiao’s lack of basic self-care ability, Tan Ze believed that all her worries and appropriate attempts to stop her were reasonable.

“Chu Yiqiao,” as Tan Ze thought, she found herself returning to the irritated state she was in earlier that afternoon. She took Chu Yiqiao’s soft, mind-melting lips off her body and asked her: “Do you want to participate in the exchange student program?”

Can you live without me?

Chu Yiqiao shook her head. She clearly remembered talking about this with her sister before: “No.”

“Speak properly.”

Tan Ze regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. She realized that such a formal tone was too harsh for Chu Yiqiao, who had just climaxed twice and didn’t even have the strength to walk, especially since they were still pressed against each other, and Chu Yiqiao was passionately entertaining her.

“I mean, don’t worry about my feelings. If you want to go, you can,” Tan Ze tried to amend, but seemed to be making it worse.

The look of confusion on Chu Yiqiao’s face flashed by. She burrowed into Tan Ze’s arms. Fortunately, her sister didn’t push her away this time. She felt safe, and that thought warmed her.

Chu Yiqiao spoke honestly. She didn’t have an obsession with studying abroad and truly believed that there had to be compromises in a relationship. Not everything needed to be said explicitly, just as she actually knew that her sister would sometimes fly 12 hours round-trip just to see her during a business trip. Chu Yiqiao could see it.

“I genuinely don’t want to go.”

Tan Ze understood Chu Yiqiao’s unspoken words. Sometimes, she hated why Chu Yiqiao was so easy to read.

Ignorance is bliss. Tan Ze only seemed so unforgivable because she knew too much.

She felt like she owed Chu Yiqiao even more. Tan Ze had always believed she could give Chu Yiqiao everything, but now she had to add a qualifier: what she was willing to give.

Perhaps it wasn’t a new qualifier. She had always been this way. It was just that Chu Yiqiao was too easily satisfied.

“Sister, can we stop talking? I want you to kiss me,” Chu Yiqiao suddenly said, wiggling her waist to match her words.

This sentence also fell into the category of things Tan Ze could never say in her life.

Chu Yiqiao’s mind was strangely structured to Tan Ze, seemingly only capable of remembering happy memories. If Tan Ze were Chu Yiqiao, she would pull away fiercely right now, say she wanted a divorce, and never come back.

Fortunately, Chu Yiqiao was not Tan Ze.

Perhaps Tan Ze wasn’t the Tan Ze she thought she was.

She had actually recovered that email. She had deleted it, but for the CEO of a technology group, restoring an email to an unread state was simple. If Chu Yiqiao really wanted to, she could log into the official website tonight and submit the application.

Thinking about it this way, there were only two things Tan Ze could do:

Start looking for a suitable apartment abroad now.

Keep having sex with her until the application deadline passes, making Chu Yiqiao too busy to fill it out.

Tan Ze remembered the deadline: half a month from now.

Forget it. Let’s just postpone it for tonight. A day is still time.

Like a compensation mechanism, every time Tan Ze felt she had done something selfish and guilt-inducing, she would make it up to Chu Yiqiao in bed.

But to say she went easy on her? Not really. She still carried on when Chu Yiqiao cried. The only difference was more kissing and more hugging, and genuinely complimenting her when Chu Yiqiao made a heartbreakingly adorable expression.

Chu Yiqiao’s mind was blank from the kissing. She lay there, looking at Tan Ze, whose features were only partially visible, through tear-filled eyes.

She didn’t know if her sister’s kissing skills were improving, or if she was truly becoming more delicate, as her sister had said. She couldn’t handle the stimulation at all. Before Tan Ze even started to suck, Chu Yiqiao was completely undone. She propped herself up with her knees. Tan Ze didn’t accept her this time. She was watching, unconsciously licking the corner of her lips as she watched.

“Sister, don’t watch…” Chu Yiqiao knew Tan Ze wouldn’t listen to her and wanted to cover her eyes with her arm, but before she could lift her hand, her wrist was grabbed.

Tan Ze kissed her urgently and fiercely. Chu Yiqiao was flipped over, mimicking the posture of a rabbit in real life.

Every touch from Tan Ze carried a vulgar suggestion. A slight whooshing sound followed, and her hand landed in a slap on Chu Yiqiao’s bottom, which was already chafed by the fabric.

“Mm! Sister, no!” Chu Yiqiao wanted to say “don’t spank,” but this time, Tan Ze’s actions were more like patting, and it only happened three times. After that, she returned to the way Chu Yiqiao was familiar with. The… became more and more intense. Tan Ze kissed her back, from the now-vanished dimples of her lower back to Chu Yiqiao’s shoulder blades: “So much…”

Chu Yiqiao couldn’t speak sweet words anymore. Her petal-like, dewy pink lips were kissed into a vibrant red. Her tongue peeked out, and her sense of time was completely stripped away.

Later, Tan Ze asked her how many times, and Chu Yiqiao cried, replying, “I’m sorry.” Tan Ze said, “It’s okay.”

Even though Chu Yiqiao had nothing to be sorry for except messing up the sheets, Tan Ze had no right to say “it’s okay.” It was she who kept replenishing Chu Yiqiao’s fluids, creating the conditions for her to continue.

Chu Yiqiao slept for half an hour mid-way. Tan Ze took the opportunity to put the bunny ears, which had been rubbed off onto the pillow, back on Chu Yiqiao’s head. She tried to finger her, realizing that Chu Yiqiao really wouldn’t wake up. Her brows were tightly furrowed, but her reaction was still adorable—pitiful, soft, and easy to bully.

It wasn’t until Chu Yiqiao woke up and the first thing she did upon seeing Tan Ze lying underneath her was to cry that Tan Ze realized she might not have been asleep, but unconscious.

“I’m sorry.” Tan Ze hadn’t apologized so sincerely in many years.

Chu Yiqiao wanted to forgive Tan Ze in her good-natured way, but her seemingly broken… wouldn’t allow it. She didn’t dare to move while lying on her stomach. Her mind recalled the broken faucet at school, and she cried heartbrokenly. She had transformed from a happy and passionate little bunny into a sad, but still passionate, little bunny.

Tan Ze helped Chu Yiqiao take off the costume. Due to her own private obsession, she left the bunny ears on. She carried the completely limp Chu Yiqiao to the shower, enduring Chu Yiqiao’s furious but weak blows in the bathtub.

Putting a nightgown on Chu Yiqiao, Tan Ze turned the air conditioner down and held Chu Yiqiao to sleep.

Chu Yiqiao seemed to have been made foolish by the sex. Her speaking speed slowed noticeably, and her voice was very soft. Tan Ze didn’t listen carefully at first, thinking she was insulting her as cruel, just as she had in the bathtub earlier.

It wasn’t until they were about to fall asleep, and the room became completely quiet, that Tan Ze finally heard clearly.

“Sister, I love you.” Chu Yiqiao said seriously, word by word, with her eyes closed.

Tan Ze kissed Chu Yiqiao’s small, still-flushed face: “Mm, I love you.”

After every round of sex, when Tan Ze held Chu Yiqiao to sleep, feeling the warm body in her arms, she always suspected that if she hadn’t seized the opportunity, Chu Yiqiao might have proposed at a time like this.

Chu Yiqiao rested at home for an entire day.

At 11:20 PM on Tuesday, as the city went to sleep, Tan Ze, wearing a black shirt and Chu Yiqiao’s baseball cap, her face hidden behind a black mask that had been delivered by a courier, went out. Her movements were open and aboveboard in Tan Ze’s view, but furtive in Chu Yiqiao’s eyes. In her hand, she carried a surprisingly large black trash bag.

All three bedsheets they had bought before their marriage were now ruined.

After throwing away the trash, Tan Ze took off the mask. It was only because Chu Yiqiao insisted she wear it.

Tan Ze didn’t think there was anything to hide about a wife, less than a month into her marriage, throwing away a few stained bedsheets.

Cold fact: everyone has a libido.

Tan Ze’s libido was strong. Chu Yiqiao was young. They both liked each other a lot.

But when she presented this theory to Chu Yiqiao, Chu Yiqiao first let out a long “Ah-ah-ah-ah,” and then outrageously turned her back to Tan Ze, implying that if Tan Ze didn’t agree, she would ignore Tan Ze forever.

Tan Ze had no defense against the spoiled antics of a 20-year-old adult. She listened to Chu Yiqiao, covered herself up, and went out to throw away the sheets along with the bunny girl costume.

It was a shame. That tail was really cute.

The communal garbage disposal area in the neighborhood was southwest of their unit. On the way back, Tan Ze adjusted her glasses and looked up at a house with lights on in the distance.

The evening breeze was intoxicating. Chu Yiqiao’s figure, standing and looking out from the balcony, was blurred into a black silhouette due to the distance and the night, but Tan Ze could imagine Chu Yiqiao’s expression—eager, like a little bird waiting to be fed in its nest.

Tan Ze put the mask back on and quietly quickened her pace toward home.

She swiped the door open. Chu Yiqiao, with her hands on her hips, stood blocking the doorway. Her small face was set, her eyes narrowed, and she questioned: “Sister, didn’t you take off the mask? I saw you! What if someone recognized you?”

Hearing this, Tan Ze was slightly annoyed.

If Chu Yiqiao thought that no one would recognize Tan Ze just because she was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, then Chu Yiqiao might really be a little blind.

“I checked. No one was there,” Tan Ze put her arm around Chu Yiqiao’s shoulder and guided her toward the bedroom: “It’s too late. Time to sleep.”

“Alright,” Chu Yiqiao replied, looking up at Tan Ze: “Sister, have you washed your hands? I can teach you. Two rounds of the Happy Birthday song is exactly 30 seconds…”

Before going to sleep, the two picked out a few more bedsheets. Chu Yiqiao chose one with a small animal print, and Tan Ze, unable to resist her charm, placed the order.

But she swore, she would absolutely not sleep on that sheet with Chu Yiqiao.

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