After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 39

“Ruoru, I…”

Jin Yunxi’s throat seemed blocked. She parted her lips, the tip of her tongue nervously wetting her dry lips, with nowhere to pour out the love surging in her chest.

Always, whenever she bared her true feelings, what she longed for would vanish.

So now, she could only tell the woman before her: In this moment, I belong to you.

For an instant, she didn’t even mind surrendering herself completely to Yan Qingruo, offering up places an Alpha would rarely allow touched.

“Then… can Ah Yun be my toy?”

The woman teased, trailing her fingers under the Alpha’s chin.

“Tonight,” she whispered, fingertips stroking across Jin Yunxi’s skin, “no matter how I want to play with you… it’s fine, isn’t it?”

The meaning was clear. Jin Yunxi’s face burned red, and she gave the faintest nod.

She hadn’t expected Yan Qingruo to play her this way.

A smile tugged at the corners of Yan Qingruo’s lips. Looking at Jin Yunxi’s reddened eyes, her moved expression, the sour ache of jealousy in her heart dissolved like smoke, replaced by a sweetness that defied description—along with the thrill of control.

Yan Qingruo slowly leaned down. Her silk-like hair cascaded over Jin Yunxi’s cheeks, leaving behind ticklish strands.

She did it on purpose.

“Ah Yun, don’t forget what you promised tonight. You’re mine.”

At her ear, Yan Qingruo’s voice lilted soft and coy, warm breath brushing across the shell. She treated her Alpha’s ear like a piece of jelly, teeth lightly nipping before her slick tongue glided over the lobe. Jin Yunxi’s neck jolted with a shiver, her reaction falling clearly into those peach-blossom eyes.

“Ah Yun’s figure is perfect…”

Her caresses were tender, peeling back layers like bamboo shoots. Fabric slipped away piece by piece, and Yan Qingruo’s burning gaze roamed over Jin Yunxi’s body. The Alpha’s lines, tense with emotion, looked even more graceful—slender, taut, striking in their pale brilliance.

“I’ll start from your collarbone, then…”

“Mm—” A low muffled hum spilled from Jin Yunxi’s lips. Over old marks, new ones bloomed. Yan Qingruo’s kisses trailed from her collarbone, following each distinct line, back to the smooth, sensual curve of her throat. She kissed with slow devotion, as though savoring the rarest wine.

Jin Yunxi’s breathing grew ragged. Yan Qingruo’s tongue darted out, wet and teasing, tasting her skin. The Alpha’s hands, tied to the bedframe, left her body helplessly arching with every touch—her natural dominance bound, restrained, left to strain pitifully against the ropes. Her body trembled with need, the mingled scents of cedar and musk thickening in the air.

Thump, thump, thump! Her heart pounded wildly. When Yan Qingruo finally ceased her deliberate neglect, when she touched her again at last, Jin Yunxi gasped sharply.

Only because Yan Qingruo had finally taken her into her hand—and begun to play.

“Ruoruo…” Her breath grew faster, but Yan Qingruo still moved at an excruciating pace. Desperate, Jin Yunxi pleaded in a broken whisper, “Wife~”

Please.

Only then did Yan Qingruo relent, using both hands instead of one.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

The Alpha couldn’t bear the torment any longer. With her chest heaving violently, she choked out, “Ruoruo, I want you…”

The words carried the raw, undeniable hunger of an Alpha. Her phoenix eyes were flushed, wet, brimming with affection—heart-stirringly beautiful.

Yan Qingruo lifted her head, gaze locking with Jin Yunxi’s. Her lips curled in a small, rosy smile.

She straddled her, one hand slick with warmth. Guiding that dampness, she lowered herself, slowly drawing it into the place that ached for more.

“Ah—mm…” Yan Qingruo’s brows knitted as she sank deeper, lips pouting in grievance.

“It’s your fault,” she murmured, breathless, “why are you… so big?”

Sweat glistened at Jin Yunxi’s temple. “Alright, blame me.” She thought for a moment, then asked with a faint grin, “Blame me for what exactly?”

Yan Qingruo, lips trembling, sat down harder instead of answering. She twisted her waist and bent close to whisper by her ear, “You bad thing~”

Jin Yunxi’s earlobes burned red. Yan Qingruo longed to bite them, but her rhythm faltered the next moment.

For the Alpha had begun to move—her waist strength taking control, building a tighter, faster rhythm.

Every deep stroke drew out longer, sweeter cries from Yan Qingruo’s throat.

Her hands pressed against the bed, feeling Jin Yunxi’s powerful heartbeat syncing with her own.

They clung to each other, surrounded by the thickened scents of cedar and peach, entwining stronger with every breath. Each thrust carried Alpha dominance and aching tenderness, leaving Yan Qingruo trembling, barely able to endure.

Her fingers clutched at Jin Yunxi’s arms, as if trying to merge into her entirely—or perhaps to swallow her whole.

Who was consuming whom, she no longer knew.

The room filled with the sound of ragged gasps, wet kisses, tangled whimpers—sticky, lingering, shamefully sweet.

At last, Jin Yunxi gave a deep groan. A flood surged out of her, leaving her shuddering. Startled, she rasped, “I… forgot to use the one from the pharmacy.”

Yan Qingruo’s body convulsed violently, as though a torrent was washing her clean from within.

“…It’s alright… mm…”

Her words broke when another hot wave poured into her, heavy, overwhelming.

Jin Yunxi blushed, one hand covering her face as the other gripped her waist. “Sorry…”

She looked almost shy—adorably so.

Smiling, Yan Qingruo hooked an arm around her neck, still joined with her. She murmured by her ear, voice soft and tender:

“No need to wear it. I like it when Ah Yun… loves me.”

Those last words, that verb, slipped into Jin Yunxi’s ears and set her face ablaze. Another impulse surged up within her—an urge to completely mark Yan Qingruo. But… she couldn’t. Not yet.

So instead, like someone clinging to the last joy before the end of the world, she pressed her lips with utmost gentleness to the back of Yan Qingruo’s neck, where her gland lay hidden in soft pink skin, fragrant with the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

“Ruoruo, this time it’s your turn.”

Yan Qingruo’s peach-blossom eyes widened, misty with surprise, as ropes now bound her wrists.

The Alpha’s lips brushed across her gland, kitten-like licks sending tremors through her delicate frame. Her body shivered, hands tugging at the ropes instinctively.

Jin Yunxi kissed and sucked lightly, feeling the faint flutter of her Omega gland beneath.

“So cute,” she murmured. Her mouth trailed lower, to the place she adored most, the place she had worshiped countless times before. Without hesitation, she buried herself there once again.

Yan Qingruo instinctively tried to close her thighs, but the Alpha’s knee parted them with gentle, irresistible force.

Heat surged anew inside her. Brow furrowing, she lost herself between torment and bliss.

Jin Yunxi finally reached deeper, fingers brushing that slick, heated place—still dripping faint traces of herself.

Her cheeks flushed, wanting to withdraw—but Yan Qingruo’s body trapped her hand.

“Leave it… just like that~”

A helpless, sultry moan slipped from Yan Qingruo’s lips. “I love… every part of Ah Yun.”

She cried out her Alpha’s name, voice trembling with shyness, yet her body moved with reckless abandon—contradictory, utterly alluring.

Jin Yunxi’s chest burned hot. She moved within that warmth, her Omega rising with her, each motion pulling forth intoxicating sounds.

“I… I want you to kiss me again.”

The room thickened with pheromones. Their lips met once more, tongues tangling in a deep, wet kiss. Jin Yunxi kissed fiercely, stirring her lover’s mouth as if to draw her into herself completely.

Time blurred. Yan Qingruo suddenly felt a hot tide rising from her core, spreading through her body until she tensed sharply, then collapsed against the bed with a long sigh, lips parted.

Ah Yun was more relentless tonight—more active, too.

Jin Yunxi lay contentedly by her side, holding her close.

Before sleep claimed them, Yan Qingruo asked softly why she had done that.

Jin Yunxi didn’t answer. She still didn’t want Qingruo to become pregnant so soon.

After all, Yan Qingruo… still hadn’t regained her memories.

At that thought, Jin Yunxi could only whisper, “I was afraid your body might be hurt.”

Yan Qingruo had wanted to ask her more, to hear the confession she longed for come from Jin Yunxi’s own lips.

But after a night of being relentlessly cherished—sated, yet utterly drained—her eyelids grew too heavy. Even bathing felt beyond her strength. She slipped into a deep sleep, nestled in Jin Yunxi’s arms.

Holding each other close, their heartbeats entwined, Jin Yunxi waited until Yan Qingruo’s breathing steadied before carefully rising. She changed the sheets, gently cleaned up her now truly Omega wife, and found her unbearably endearing in every way. And yet… had she gone too far this time?

Her fingers brushed lightly, only to find the place still damp as a rainforest, still marked by traces of her.

Her face flushed crimson. Crouching down, she steadied her restless heartbeat and, with the nursing salve she had bought, tenderly applied it for Yan Qingruo’s comfort.

As she put the medicine away, her gaze fell on another bottle—the memory-restoring pills. Tomorrow was the final day. If she didn’t give one to Yan Qingruo, its effect would be lost.
A sigh slipped past her lips. Every principle she once held had crumbled. She had sworn to restrain her emotions and desires, had endured nearly a year of a marriage-in-name-only without wavering. Yet, in less than a month of Yan

Qingruo’s amnesia, all her defenses collapsed.

She was like a fortress once thought unbreakable, now crumbling into sand—sand that, even in its ruin, still shaped itself into hearts.

And at the center of every heart was a single name: Yan Qingruo.

She realized she had fallen for her—completely. Not just as an adjective, but as a verb.

In the two days since tasting intimacy for the first time, the mere thought of Yan Qingruo’s name, the sight of her, even the act of tending to her, stirred reckless, shameful reactions in her body.

Unbeknownst to her, in some hidden corner, the pocket watch ticked steadily, its countdown running down to the final moments. Tick-tock… tick-tock… Destiny’s silent trumpet was already sounding its last prelude to sweetness.

Morning light broke apart into strands, filtering through misty curtains and spilling softly across the entwined couple.

Jin Yunxi was the first to wake. She didn’t want to shatter the peace. Lying on her side, one hand gently cradled beneath Yan Qingruo’s neck, the other playing with her softly curled hair, she silently savored the poetry of last night’s tenderness.

She longed to confess. But shadows of the past hovered:

She had loved her mother, yearned for her company—yet her mother chose suicide.

She had adored a kitten—yet Jin Yunhan lost it.

She had once thought she loved Yan Qingmei—yet was abandoned on the wedding day.

Each loss had become a shackle around her heart, making her too afraid to bare her feelings again.

But now, after this morning of lingering warmth, tenderness filled her chest. Heart pounding, she finally summoned the courage and whispered to the sleeping woman:

“Yan Qingruo… I think I’ve fallen for you.”

Then, with certainty: “Yan Qingruo, I love you.”

Relief and unease clashed in her chest—relief at finally confessing, dread of the unknown that lay ahead. She decided she would make breakfast, share a meal with Yan Qingruo, and then give her the memory-restoring pill.

Just then, her phone rang—it was the palace, requiring her presence at an online meeting in half an hour. Quietly slipping out of the bedroom, she finished breakfast, left a neat note on the table, and went to her study.

What she didn’t know was that, at the moment of her confession, Yan Qingruo’s lashes had fluttered.

The words I love you crashed through her heart like the first thunderclap of spring.

She had been awake, feeling the soreness of where Jin Yunxi had worn her out, yet also the soothing coolness of the care afterward.

At the same moment, the hidden pocket watch ticked its final round and clicked shut with a faint snap.

The long-awaited confession echoed like a spell of release. Mission accomplished.

Memories surged back like a flood.

She had finally received the words she most desired—yet why did her head ache so terribly?

A bell rang within her soul. She jolted awake from a dream.

Yan Qingruo clutched her temples, pain splitting her skull. As she sat up in disarray, the red marks across her body and the soreness between her thighs made her pupils contract in shock.

She and Jin Yunxi… had done that?

Skin to skin, utterly intimate—the memory slammed into her like lightning. The flood of memories roared back with unstoppable force.

Yes. She had crossed that forbidden line with Jin Yunxi. How had it come to this…?

Scenes after her amnesia rose up: the day they signed the sham marriage contract.

“One year of marriage. It ends when the time is up.”

“A sister isn’t even worth a strand of her younger sister’s hair. You’re just a pretty vase decorating the house.”

“Yan Qingruo, during this time, you must play her well.”

The divorce agreement. Her mother Song Mei, living in a nursing home. And that haunting directive burned into her mind:

Make Jin Yunxi fall in love with you.

Yan Qingruo pressed a hand to her forehead. Who had spoken that to her? Head pounding, shame burning from last night’s indulgence, her mind whirled with chaos while her body still trembled with aftershocks.

And those shameless words she had said to Jin Yunxi… heavens, could she really have spoken them?

Shamefaced, she staggered to a hidden drawer, pulling it open.

A familiar vial tumbled out. Now, with her memories restored, she instantly recognized the foreign script. This was the pill—the last chance to restore memory, effective only if taken today.

Why had Jin Yunxi hidden it for so long?

If she hadn’t “awakened” on her own, would this pill have gathered dust forever?

But the memory of Jin Yunxi—her breath hot against her skin, her enraptured face, sweat dripping from her chin, nails digging crescents into her back as they clung desperately—those images surged violently through her mind.

Each detail was vivid, each touch burned deep. Her heartbeat raced uncontrollably. Shame and fury twisted together.

Supporting herself on trembling legs, lips bitten red, she felt her knees weak, unsteady.

“Jin Yunxi…” Her teeth ground against her lip, brows drawn tight with anger and humiliation.

Then, from the hidden correspondence, photographs spilled out. In them, Jin Yunxi’s face was as beautiful as ever, but faint invisible marks were scribbled across the backs.

Sprinkling them with the special revealing solution, the annotations came clear. Yan Qingruo’s eyes turned cold, her messy emotions drawn tight, reason slowly returning.

She closed the drawer. Glancing toward the bed they had shared, her hand jerked back from the warmth lingering on her skin.

She dialed a number. On the other end, a familiar voice answered.

“Dr. Shu? Mm. It’s Qingruo.”

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Meanwhile, Jin Yunxi, having finished her meeting, descended with joy in her heart, eager to share breakfast.

But the dining room was empty.

A sliver of unease pierced her. She searched the bedroom—no one. The study—silent and barren.

“Where is Yan Qingruo?” she asked the butler.

“Madam said she had something to attend to and left,” Ivy replied truthfully.

Relief flickered, only to collapse into hollowness. Returning to her room, she spotted the note on the desk—and her chest tightened.

Don’t come looking for me again.

The final stroke of the word carried a sharp hook, as if it could slice open her still-healing heart. The scrawl was careless, distant, heavy with disdain.

Dizziness washed over her. Her gaze fell upon the empty medicine bottle beside the note.

The memory-restoring pill had been taken. Yan Qingruo remembered everything.

Panic surged like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her.

“Where did she go?” She tried to track her phone—but the locator app had already been uninstalled.

“I think Madam took her overseas passport,” Ivy recalled suddenly.

“To the airport!” Jin Yunxi bolted for the garage, reckless desperation pounding in her chest.

Yan Qingruo wanted to leave her—after stirring her so completely—just like that?

Impossible.

She would never allow it.