After Mistaking My Stepsister’s First Love - Chapter 64

Ye Wenjin hadn’t expected Jian Mo’s heat to come on so fiercely, leaving her no time to react. The overwhelming surge of pheromones crashed over her, snapping the last thread of restraint in her mind.

Ye Wenjin had to admit—she was utterly powerless against Jian Mo.

Yet both of them had been too impatient. Once inside, they hadn’t bothered with anything, even tossing the room key card onto the floor. The room was pitch-dark and growing increasingly stifling.

The coastal city they were visiting was hot and humid, and before long, Ye Wenjin noticed their pressed-together skin had grown slick—whether from the moisture in the air or sweat, she couldn’t tell.

The last shred of rationality reminded her that she needed to turn on the air conditioning, or they would surely pass out from the heat.

But the moment she tried to pull away, Jian Mo immediately clung to her, breath scorching, brows slightly furrowed as if unwilling to let her go—dragging her back into another whirlpool of desire.

Ye Wenjin’s resolve wavered back and forth, and within moments, her head grew heavy, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and the bridge of her nose.

She was on the verge of overheating.

Yet Jian Mo kept winding around her, leaving her no chance to escape.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Wenjin tried to suppress the overwhelming sensations coursing through her while soothing Jian Mo, attempting to break free—just for a moment.

But Jian Mo’s arms were wrapped tightly around her, and afraid of hurting her, Ye Wenjin didn’t dare struggle too hard.

The rising heat in the room, however, was a stark reminder—if they didn’t turn on the AC soon, they’d both end up with heatstroke indoors.

Left with no choice, Ye Wenjin finally scooped Jian Mo up in her arms and murmured softly, “Hold onto me, jiejie.”

At her words, Jian Mo let out a dazed hum in response, tightening her arms around Ye Wenjin’s neck and pressing closer.

The scorching breaths against her neck only made Ye Wenjin feel even hotter.

Not daring to delay, she quickened her steps, fumbling her way to the entrance. A soft beep echoed in the room as the AC turned on, and the lights flickered to life, instantly illuminating them.

Jian Mo’s lashes fluttered as she frowned and mumbled, “Too bright… hurts my eyes…”

The sight of her melted Ye Wenjin’s heart. “It’ll be dim soon,” she coaxed gently. “Just bear with it a little longer.”

As she spoke, she quickly adjusted the lighting until the room was bathed in a warm, amber glow—soft and teasing, just enough to satisfy Jian Mo, who let out a soft whimper before nuzzling restlessly against Ye Wenjin’s neck again.

Ye Wenjin’s body tensed instantly, the rekindled desire coiling within her. Exhaling slowly, she pressed a light kiss to the side of Jian Mo’s ear.

“Jiejie, let’s go wash up in the bathroom first, okay?”

Jian Mo’s mind was still hazy, and it took her a long moment to process the words before she nodded, delicate brows knitting slightly. “Bath… A-Jin, help me.”

The moment she heard the address, Ye Wenjin froze.

Jian Mo had always called her “Xiao Jin,” making her feel like she was being treated like a child.

And the only ones who had ever called her “A-Jin” before were Ye Shuyao and Guan You—but most of the memories tied to those two were painful, so much so that she hadn’t felt this way in a long time.

Yet when Jian Mo said it, what surged in her heart was pure joy.

Ye Wenjin pressed her lips together, her eyes shimmering like spring water—unbelievably tender.

Amid the overwhelming pheromones filling the room, her resistance crumbled further. If not for the awareness that she mustn’t harm Jian Mo, even the last shreds of her rationality would have slipped away.

But Jian Mo couldn’t wait at all. On the way to the bathroom, Ye Wenjin felt the restless squirming of the woman in her arms and had no choice but to soothe her while quickening her steps.

The soft, lingering moans in her ear stoked a fire within her, burning hotter with every passing second.

By the time they finally reached the bathroom, Ye Wenjin was nearly frantic as she turned on the shower.

The moment the water cascaded down, the heat Jian Mo had stirred in her during their journey eased—if only slightly.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Wenjin carefully peeled off the remaining clothes clinging to Jian Mo’s body. The fabric, thoroughly drenched and crumpled from their earlier frenzy, was the least of her concerns now. Suppressing her own urges, she focused on cleansing Jian Mo.

The bathroom, smaller than the living room, made the scent of Jian Mo’s pheromones even more suffocating—so thick it felt like drowning.

Ye Wenjin’s voice dropped to a husky murmur, “Jiejie, stop moving. Let me wash you first.”

Jian Mo agreed readily, but her actions remained anything but obedient. Helpless, Ye Wenjin could only endure it for now.

Once Jian Mo was clean, Ye Wenjin’s gaze inadvertently flickered to the bathtub nearby, her eyes darkening.

She asked Jian Mo to wait while she filled the tub, adjusting the water temperature.

But Jian Mo refused to stay still. Instinctively, she pressed against Ye Wenjin’s back, wrapping her arms around her, whispering incessantly about how unbearable she felt. Her eyes glistened faintly, tinged with red.

Ye Wenjin’s expression grew even more intense. With one hand steadying Jian Mo and the other adjusting the water, she waited until the tub was nearly full before shutting it off—then—

In one swift motion, she lifted Jian Mo into the bathtub. Without giving her a chance to react, Ye Wenjin stepped in after her, kneeling in the water as she gazed at Jian Mo’s dazed, shimmering eyes, swallowing hard.

Assured that Ye Wenjin wasn’t going to leave, Jian Mo finally settled down. She looked up at her, lips curving as she spread her arms. “A-Jin, come here.”

Completely unguarded, her gaze was irresistibly alluring.

Ye Wenjin’s breath hitched. Unable to hold back any longer, she leaned down and captured Jian Mo’s lips in a searing kiss.

She kissed her slowly, tenderly, trailing downward, spurred on by Jian Mo’s pleasured sighs.

Water splashed recklessly from the tub, the sound of it sloshing filling the room.

At one point, Jian Mo suddenly gripped the edge of the bathtub, her fingers turning white from the force.

Her head tilted back, eyes unfocused as she stared at the ceiling, gasping for breath as sparks of pleasure exploded in her mind.

Ye Wenjin pulled back slightly, watching her before licking her lips.

When Jian Mo regained a sliver of clarity, this was the sight that greeted her. A low laugh escaped her. “A-Jin, you look… so indecent right now.”

Ye Wenjin flushed for a moment before locking eyes with her. “Jiejie doesn’t like it?”

Jian Mo wrapped her arms around Ye Wenjin’s neck, smiling. “I do. Of course I do.”

So Ye Wenjin smiled too.

But the cruelest part of a heat cycle was that once or twice was never enough. Even as exhaustion crept over Jian Mo, it wasn’t long before the sensations deep within her body surged again, clouding her vision once more.

Ye Wenjin kissed her tenderly, “Sister, we have plenty of time. Let’s take it slow.”

Jian Mo could barely hear her anymore, only instinctively pressing closer to Ye Wenjin.

So, the two rose from the bathtub where they had been fooling around, and Ye Wenjin carefully dried her before carrying Jian Mo back to the bedroom for another round.

The night stretched endlessly as they tried every corner of the room.

Sometimes on the sofa, sometimes in front of the floor-to-ceiling window—their presence lingered everywhere.

Later, they claimed they would clean up in the bathroom and sleep, only to end up fooling around again in front of the mirror.

By the time they finally lay down, it was nearly seven in the morning. But Jian Mo’s heat came on fiercely, and after just three or four hours of sleep, Ye Wenjin felt her restless stirring beside her.

So, she pulled Jian Mo close, murmuring soothing words as she gently bit down on her already swollen scent gland.

“Don’t be afraid, sister. I’m here.”

Jian Mo let out a muffled sound, her eyes widening as if overwhelmed.

Only after the marking was complete did the two drift back to sleep.

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