After Getting Married to My Obsessive Older Sister - Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Chu Yiqiao watched Tan Ze’s back, especially the strands of hair that swayed slightly as she walked and her profile. She felt as if she were being led by a rope, following Tan Ze into their room.

The closet door was open. Two long, deep drawers were pulled out, both packed full. This was where Chu Yiqiao had found the fabric Tan Ze bought. Her eyes wandered, and this time she saw cat-ear headbands.

The sound of the door locking came from behind. From now on, no cat would interrupt them.

The white coat that had been ridiculously large on Chu Yiqiao fit Tan Ze perfectly. With the black-rimmed glasses and low ponytail, her cold features gained a layer of ambiguity under the room’s warm light. The glasses had no lenses. Chu Yiqiao stared straight into those familiar eyes. They were too familiar, and Chu Yiqiao instantly recognized the explicit suggestion in Tan Ze’s gaze. Her pants felt bad, and she turned her head away in embarrassment.

Tan Ze walked slowly to the closet, found the matching blue and white striped patient gown under a pile of clothes, and handed it over, specifically reminding her: “Put on everything.”

Chu Yiqiao took the soft fabric. A clearly audible gulp echoed in the quiet room—”Gulp.”

Chu Yiqiao hugged the various pieces of fabric. As she lifted her leg to walk toward the bathroom, Tan Ze spoke again.

“Change right here.”

That moment, Chu Yiqiao felt hot all over. Blood rushed in her ears. She looked at Tan Ze, begging her with her eyes for help. Tan Ze took two steps back, sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her arms, and simply admired.

The patient gown was ostensibly a regular style. Chu Yiqiao looked up at the “Doctor” and quickly entered the role. She’d treat it like a full body examination. The body-temperature fabric dropped off one piece at a time, falling to the floor without a sound. After she was naked, Chu Yiqiao noticed Tan Ze’s gaze, and her face instantly flushed, not because of her nakedness, but because of the two extra garments Tan Ze had added.

They were white, adorned with lace. The design should have been dreamlike and sweet, but three precisely placed seams gave the garments an entirely different, overt meaning.

Chu Yiqiao put them on, blushing. She used her left hand to cover her chest and deliberately kept her right hand down. Tan Ze had anticipated Chu Yiqiao’s reaction when she picked them out, so she specifically chose the wide-cut style. Trying to cover herself was futile; it only made the scene in front of her more impactful, like an unwilling invitation.

Her bright, fair skin was even more eye-catching than the white lingerie. Chu Yiqiao couldn’t cover everything. With her increasingly rapid breaths, Tan Ze could still see the inviting pink—a dessert delivered right to the front, beautifully packaged, considerate, and obedient, not requiring the diner to expend any effort. Just lean down and eat.

“Does it scratch?” Tan Ze asked, seeing Chu Yiqiao frown.

She’s already committed!

Chu Yiqiao let go. What was previously covered instantly appeared before Tan Ze. The other area was the same. Two lines parted, exposing the area, like syrup on a cake.

“It’s a little tight,” Chu Yiqiao pouted, reporting to Tan Ze like a child.

And, it was only getting worse…

“I’ll be careful next time,” Tan Ze’s gaze lingered on the pitifully constricted three spots as she replied, naturally not mentioning that she had deliberately chosen a size too small.

Having crossed the most difficult step, Chu Yiqiao put the outer clothes back on. The fabric directly touched the delicate lace garment. The feeling while walking made her scalp tingle. The three-meter walk left Chu Yiqiao breathing unsteadily and unable to sit still.

Her appearance was a perfect performance of a patient’s role. Chu Yiqiao sat on the edge of the bed, changing her posture four times in one minute. It was no use. No matter how she sat, she was being subjected to sweet torture.

I want… I want…

“Sister…” Chu Yiqiao reached out and hugged Tan Ze’s arm, pressing against her. She was completely turned on. The hard little “pebble” poked Tan Ze’s arm. If not for the patient gown, Tan Ze only needed to turn her head slightly to see how it was being squeezed, but it didn’t matter that she couldn’t see it directly. Chu Yiqiao’s increasingly hazy eyes were the best feedback.

“This patient, please maintain some self-control,” Tan Ze gave a slight smile and pulled her arm away.

“Hah…” Following the action of pulling away, Tan Ze rubbed heavily against her. Chu Yiqiao’s body tensed, her hands obediently grasping the edge of the bed: “Doctor Sister, I feel so unwell. Can you help me?”

Chu Yiqiao’s sincerity in communication always brought Tan Ze varying degrees of surprise. Tan Ze pushed up the glasses on her nose, stood up, and stood in front of Chu Yiqiao.

Chu Yiqiao’s knees had been together. Tan Ze’s leg already touched Chu Yiqiao’s knee, but she wanted to move closer. Chu Yiqiao cooperated by spreading her legs, allowing the non-medical doctor to stand in front of her. She reached up and tucked the stray hair behind her ear.

(Just standing in front of her.)

Tan Ze gently massaged her earlobe. Chu Yiqiao closed her eyes in comfort. Tan Ze did not respond further. Chu Yiqiao had little patience. She couldn’t stand any neglect. Her eyes glanced at Tan Ze’s right arm, which was hanging relaxed. Chu Yiqiao grabbed Tan Ze’s wrist, actively guiding the hand to feel her heartbeat.

“Doctor Sister, it hurts here.”

Tan Ze felt the area resisting against her palm. She did something. Chu Yiqiao bit her lip and panted, her cheeks flushed, her gaze toward Tan Ze alluring.

This was hardly tormenting Chu Yiqiao; it was tormenting Tan Ze herself. She looked down, her dangerous gaze surrounding the patient in her arms, wishing she could lick her all over.

“The situation is very serious. We need to do an examination. Lie down.”

Chu Yiqiao nodded and lay down. Tan Ze picked up the stethoscope, and with a swipe of her thumb, a “zzzzzz” vibration sound filled the air.

Chu Yiqiao’s brain was turning into mush, but she quickly recognized the stethoscope’s true purpose. Isn’t this the…

“Sister, can we use a different one?” Chu Yiqiao was lucid. Whenever Tan Ze used this, she basically never lasted more than five minutes. Tan Ze was gentle when using her hands, but very efficient when using the toy. Chu Yiqiao kept breaking her own record.

Tan Ze ruthlessly countered: “Be quiet.”

The first stop was the collarbone. Chu Yiqiao was vibrated until her throat tickled, and she manually muted herself.

The second stop was her chest. Chu Yiqiao bit her lip, trying hard not to make a sound. Her head was turned, and she secretly opened a slit of her eyes to watch.

Slowly ascending, then pressing down.

“Mmm!”

Tan Ze pressed hard. Chu Yiqiao was incredibly delicate. Her body suddenly shrank. The faint struggle was quickly suppressed by the strong-willed doctor. Tan Ze pressed Chu Yiqiao’s waist with one hand, pinning the disobedient patient in place.

“Hah… hah…” One side was finished, and there was still the other side. Chu Yiqiao was trapped in a terrifying web of passion, unable to escape. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, and her helpless hands gripped the doctor’s coat, surrendering her body to instinct.

Chu Yiqiao panted, feeling the terrifying stethoscope moving down, passing the soft belly, and stopping at her lower abdomen this time.

“No,” her almond eyes flickered slightly. Chu Yiqiao’s fringe was sticky with sweat, both pitiful and adorable: “Not here either, Doctor. It hurts…”

Seeing Chu Yiqiao look like she was about to cry, Tan Ze was a little helpless about her excessive delicacy. Her free hand lifted, locating the soft, elastic “pebble” with magnetic precision, making a surprise attack.

“How about now,” Tan Ze asked.

The only answer was Chu Yiqiao’s kitten-like, rapid breaths. Each sound was like a small feather, tickling Tan Ze’s restless heart.

“Doctor, it feels so good,” Chu Yiqiao shouted this purely out of instinct, but also as a result of Tan Ze’s teaching. Since their first time, Tan Ze had been asking Chu Yiqiao this question, making sure Chu Yiqiao remembered to give feedback: say it if it hurts, say it if you like it.

Black-hearted Tan Ze, of course, regretted it. Chu Yiqiao’s mere panting was almost too much for her to handle, and speaking was a disaster. Tan Ze raised her hand, lightly patted Chu Yiqiao, and gently rocked her.

(Need to hurry. Soon she’ll be asking for kisses and hugs again.)

The examination continued. The stethoscope continued to move down. Chu Yiqiao was lying down. Suddenly, something even more intense than before—the thing that made the censors lock my post four times—swept away all her reason.

Chu Yiqiao started struggling again, dodging left and right, trembling as she tried to avoid the final examination.

In every sense of the word, Chu Yiqiao was made of water.

The stethoscope lifted and accurately landed in the recessed area, fitting perfectly. Tears streamed down Chu Yiqiao’s face, “Hah… Ah!”

But the examination continued. The stethoscope remained in place, still “buzzing” and tormenting the person.

She’s even more delicate now. The doctor lowered her head, looking down at the ravaged fabric. She reached out and poked it. The patient instantly reacted. She nodded and said: “It seems this is the problem area. We need an in-depth inspection.”

In-depth? What?

The patient struggled to lift her head, but she could only see the doctor’s cold and charming profile. The sound of a zipper being pulled came from her ear. A warm spot suddenly turned cold. The problem area was exposed to the light. It looked like it had already been worn out and was in urgent need of treatment.

The doctor lowered her head, observing at close range, “Hooo,” she deliberately blew a hot breath. All of Chu Yiqiao’s blood rushed to one place. Her soul and body were completely out of her control. The second time, this time under the doctor’s gaze.

Chu Yiqiao’s pupils were unfocused. Her round almond eyes looked at Tan Ze tearfully. A strip of crimson tongue peeked out, confirming Tan Ze’s words.

Tan Ze kneaded her like dough, first rubbing, then examining. Chu Yiqiao was also as soft as proofed dough, posed into any position Tan Ze desired. “Hah, hah, Doctor…”

Tan Ze’s outfit included a half-skirt for convenience. She straddled the now-mushy Chu Yiqiao, leaned in, and kissed Chu Yiqiao’s lips, pressing them tightly together. The stethoscope was still working, the “buzz, buzz, buzz” sound filling the entire room.

The white coat was on her, the shirt open. Tan Ze wiped away the hot tears in Chu Yiqiao’s eyes with her hand. She saw the doctor’s current appearance. They were the same underneath. The black lace made her skin look even paler. Chu Yiqiao instantly understood the look Tan Ze had given her at the beginning. It was indeed beautiful, indeed stimulating.

Her soft waist was scooped up. Chu Yiqiao was held in Tan Ze’s arms. She lowered her head and kissed her, “Mommy…” Tan Ze pressed Chu Yiqiao’s head to deepen the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh from her throat. Chu Yiqiao might have grown up, but she was still infatuated with this little baby.

Chu Yiqiao was very well-behaved, only licking and sucking, never biting. Tan Ze was often left swollen by her, but Chu Yiqiao would be branded with Tan Ze’s teeth marks, on every single part of her body. (This refers to kissing.)

When preparing to court Chu Yiqiao, Tan Ze had prepared everything. She did a lot of research and picked out oil, but they rarely used it in the almost two months they’d been together.

Chu Yiqiao’s constitution was one of moderation. Her heart, her love, her body, warmed Tan Ze like a hot spring. She was very suitable for making love, with no flaws except being overly delicate.

Lost in pleasure again, Chu Yiqiao looked up, changing positions to continue. She buried her entire face in her, her cheeks flushed from the lack of oxygen. Tan Ze continued to enjoy Chu Yiqiao’s warmth, slowly patting Chu Yiqiao’s back to comfort her.

Chu Yiqiao needed a lot of love and gave a lot of love. Tan Ze’s breathing gradually quickened. She suddenly tightened her grip around Chu Yiqiao’s waist, brutally thrusting, and lowered her head. Their lips and tongues merged, indistinguishable. When they separated, a silver thread stretched between them in the air.

Chu Yiqiao lay in the bathtub, her legs restlessly bumping against Tan Ze. Her eyes were narrowed, and her whole body exuded satisfied softness. It was meaningless, simply calling out to Tan Ze: “Sister, Sister.”

Tan Ze rubbed shower gel onto Chu Yiqiao, raising her hand to grab the misbehaving ankle. Chu Yiqiao giggled and didn’t pull back. Tan Ze released her hand instead, resting Chu Yiqiao’s leg on her own body.

Warm water sprayed from the showerhead, soaking Chu Yiqiao’s calves. Tan Ze said: “I’m here. Stop calling.”

Chu Yiqiao laughed and continued calling, finding Tan Ze’s awkward expression amusing: “Sister, Sister.”

Tan Ze expressionlessly turned the showerhead. The water flow intensified, aimed at her butt.

“Ah! Sister, I won’t call anymore!”

Chu Yiqiao behaved, turning around obediently, letting Tan Ze wash her back.

Along with the water flow came a warm kiss, gently landing on the back of Chu Yiqiao’s neck.

“Chu Yiqiao,” Tan Ze called.

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