After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 21

When it came to things like this, wasn’t Ah Yun supposed to be very skilled?

Such words—utterly shameless, downright dangerous.

Jin Yunxi’s breath faltered in an instant. Her already burning blood was pushed to a boiling point, and before she could recover from the overwhelming surge, Yan Qingruo leaned in, lips pursed in a soft pink pout, and brushed a kiss against her mouth.

A crisp “mwah” sounded. The touch on her lips was tender, warm, and velvety soft.

Jin Yunxi instinctively drew back, but Yan Qingruo followed her closely, unwilling to let go, kissing her again, gently pecking her lips.

Mist clung to their skin, droplets slid down along their cheeks, dampening strands of hair. Flustered, Jin Yunxi turned her head aside, but Yan Qingruo simply cupped her face between her hands, smiling brightly as she stole yet another kiss.

One, two, three… kiss after kiss, sweet and fragrant, each one striking straight at the heart.

With things already this honest and intimate between them, after so many kisses, did Ah Yun still intend to keep running?

Jin Yunxi’s fingers gripped the edge of the tub without her realizing it, hot steam spreading from her cheeks all the way to her ears. She parted her lips as if to speak.

But before she could, Yan Qingruo closed her eyes again and leaned closer—about to kiss her once more. Jin Yunxi quickly sealed her lips shut.

This woman, however, refused to stop. She raised her hand, fingers trailing down Jin Yunxi’s collarbone, sliding slowly downward—gentle, coaxing, dangerously tempting.

Jin Yunxi’s body trembled violently. That familiar pounding at the back of her neck flared up again. She seized Yan Qingruo’s hand, stopping it before it could go further.

“Ah Yun, why are you avoiding me?” Yan Qingruo’s voice softened, tinged with a coaxing whine. “I just want to know… do you truly feel nothing for me anymore?” As she spoke, she drew closer, warm breath grazing Jin Yunxi’s ear, before nibbling lightly at her earlobe, sounding faintly wounded.

But those words only struck Jin Yunxi harder—reminding her of everything, of how the past had been nothing but a false construct, fabricated illusions written by an artificial system.

“Yan Qingruo, there is no ‘before.’” Jin Yunxi’s lashes lowered, tasting the faint bitterness of her own confusion. This marriage was a contract; that so-called past had always been Qingruo’s dream alone.

The more earnestly Qingruo clung to it, the crueler the truth would shatter when it came.

There had never been a “before.” And the more she tried to explain, the less she could make it clear—not even to herself.

“Ah Yun, what are you talking about?” Yan Qingruo’s eyes were bewildered.

Time and again, Jin Yunxi pushed her away. Even the softest heart would swell with hurt.

Long before today—long before Yunxi had saved her—she had wanted to draw closer, because only then could the aching butterflies in her chest spread radiant wings again.

This inexplicable yearning—to kiss her, to melt into her completely—rose straight from her core. Yet every step she took forward, Yunxi retreated two.

A dense fog lay between them. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t see through to her. Too many times… and in the end, Yan Qingruo couldn’t help but feel sorrow.

She bit her lower lip. “Seems it’s just me being sentimental. Or maybe… maybe I’m simply not worthy of Secretary Jin.”

She knew the gulf between them—in family, in career. And earlier, she’d seen how Queen Lin Ruxi’s sharp, hungry gaze had never left Jin Yunxi.

With that, she rose from the water, ready to leave this unbearable scene.

“Qingruo.” Just as she stepped out of the tub, Jin Yunxi called after her. Her voice was hoarse, trembling faintly, the lingering kisses having stirred her glands into turmoil.

Her body was betraying her; her mind and reason struggled to keep up.

Yan Qingruo—she mustn’t keep drawing closer. The nearer she came, the more Yunxi despised herself. She told herself she had to hate Qingruo fiercely, so she wouldn’t fall deeper into despair. Hate her enough that Qingruo might come to hate her too—so neither of them would be dragged into a pit of no return.

Jin Yunxi forced a broken smile, a desperate gamble: “Qingruo, my hand is injured, you know that. Weren’t you the one insisting on helping me bathe? Come then—help me.”

Yan Qingruo’s brows arched in surprise. Yunxi had always refused her offer before. Why now?

Jin Yunxi sat up straighter in the water, lifting her uninjured arm openly.

Cautious, hesitant, Qingruo nevertheless yielded to this rare softness.

Her touch was gentle as she brushed Yunxi’s neck, lathering a fine foam that spread across her skin, leaving streaks of intimate white.

Yunxi shivered faintly, but soon composed herself again. She stared intently at Yan Qingruo, eyes steady and unwavering, as though she meant to see straight through her.

But beneath that focus lay something else—something heavy and unreadable, like a tsunami poised to collapse and destroy.

The weight of her gaze made Yan Qingruo uneasy, her cheeks warming as she looked away. Still, her hand continued down, tracing from Jin Yunxi’s shoulder hollow to her chest.

Jin Yunxi’s body was exquisite—an Alpha’s muscle tone, a defined waist, and just the right fullness.

Yan Qingruo could hear Jin Yunxi’s steady heartbeat—but her own had gone wild, pounding like a drum, leaving her flushed and restless.

Why was Jin Yunxi so calm while she herself was falling apart? Yan Qingruo’s lips pressed together in stubborn discontent.

And then, without warning, the Alpha caught her hand.

“Yan Qingruo. About the question you asked me earlier—now, I’ll answer you.” Jin Yunxi muttered.

She guided Qingruo’s hand lower, pressing it to her thigh. “Wash here.”

Yan Qingruo’s lashes trembled; her eyes darted nervously.

But Jin Yunxi’s gaze was unyielding, commanding: “Wash me down there.”

The steam thickened around them. Yan Qingruo’s fingers, slick with foam, slid over her skin again and again—across shoulders, chest, legs, thighs—until there was no avoiding the most sensitive place.

Temptation flared again, even though she had no experience, no memories to guide her.

Could Ah Yun truly feel nothing for her?

Yet that part of a female Alpha only appeared in moments of desire. Paired with the kisses still burning in her mind, her thoughts spun hazily out of control.

Her cheeks burned red, both from heat and shame. Slowly, she closed her eyes, lashes fanning shadows over her lids. Her voice was a whisper, so soft it was almost like a mosquito’s hum:

“Here… do you need me to help you?”

Testing. Teasing.

Jin Yunxi’s breath caught sharply. She bit down on her lip, then, in a reckless move, shoved Yan Qingruo’s hand lower—into empty space.

Yan Qingruo froze, her entire body stiff. The faint blush drained from her cheeks, leaving her pale. Slowly, her eyes opened wide, filled with disbelief and hurt.

“Ah Yun, I know… you don’t feel anything for me anymore.” Her voice trembled, choked with suppressed sobs.

But did she really have to remind her this way—humiliate her like this?

A female Alpha’s second gland lay hidden, only appearing when aroused. In other words, Jin Yunxi had no reaction to her—not once. Though Yan Qingruo was a Beta, she was no stranger to such knowledge. She understood all too well what it meant.

“Yan Qingruo, don’t you understand yet?” Jin Yunxi’s eyes were dark as ink, emotions swallowed by shadow. “The word you’re asking me for—I cannot give.” Her voice was low, cold, stripped of bitterness—nothing but the bare edge of cruel fact.

Her first gland was half-ruined. She had no second gland at all. Her rejection of intimacy wasn’t just because of that—but her condition had only deepened her loathing.

There were so many things she wanted to tell Qingruo—that those diary entries were false, artificial. Must she really keep reenacting their illusions? Was even Qingruo’s love false too? When she saw her now, broken in both body and spirit, would she still be able to accept her?

“Ah Yun, is that really the reason?”

Qingruo thought Yunxi’s condition was something that had only developed after their marriage. To her, it was no different than… a man’s impotence. Nothing unsolvable. Even if it couldn’t be cured, it didn’t matter—why should this alone keep Yunxi from being close to her?

“Ah Yun, don’t you believe me?” She had said it again and again—she accepted Yunxi in every form.

She had believed that her persistence, her constant reaching out, would prove her love. Then what was it that made Jin Yunxi so deeply, stubbornly insecure?

Yunxi clenched her jaw, enduring the ache in her glands, her injuries, her exhaustion. Her voice was muffled, pained: “Yan Qingruo, the one you love… isn’t me.”

Her eyes reddened, emotions flaring. “You think I love only the idea of you? The perfect, dazzling Secretary Jin?”

With a sudden surge, she bit down on Yunxi’s lips. But even then, she couldn’t bring herself to hurt her too deeply. Cradling her face in both hands, she said with raw sincerity:

“Why can’t you, just once—even if only once—be the one to reach for me?”

She tapped her chin lightly. “I heard everything Dr. Yaqi said.” Despite her shyness, as long as the person was Yunxi, she would accept anything.

“There are many ways, Ah Yun. If one doesn’t work, then try another. I don’t mind.”

Her desire had long since swelled beyond control, surging like a flood.

Her hand rose, fingers brushing over her lips before carrying a faint trace downward. Her cheeks flushed crimson.

“Ah Yun, don’t you want to taste it?”

“Or… eat it?”

She tilted her head, serpent-like, eyes gleaming with mischief, the very image of Eve’s temptation.

The air thickened with allure. Nearness was not enough—not nearly enough. Only deeper intimacy could let one taste the sweetness within.

Yunxi’s head spun. The temptress coiled tighter around her, pressing her down, until her lips brushed something sweet.

Strawberry. And a hint of unique fragrance. An edible product—made for AOs.

The woman before her, starlight flickering in her peach-blossom eyes, drew another teasing line, luring her in to taste.

So sweet. Yunxi’s dazed mind obeyed instinct, taking another bite, firm yet soft.

But kisses and playful tastes weren’t enough to heal an Alpha’s wounds, nor to sate the flood of craving.

Water rippled loudly as Yan Qingruo rose slowly from the tub, her graceful figure bared without reservation. She held Yunxi’s head against her, voice trembling with shy anticipation, and guided her downward—

“Ah Yun… it’s even sweeter here.”