After Mistaking My Stepsister’s First Love - Chapter 79

The moment Jian Mo uttered those words, Ye Wenjin felt a fire ignite in her heart.

Joy instantly flooded her entire being, making her feel as though she were soaking in a vat of honey—so sweet it was dizzying.

Yet Jian Mo showed no trace of shyness. Her gaze rested openly on Ye Wenjin, as if waiting for her to process the words.

But Ye Wenjin was far too easily flustered. Even though she had been the one to suggest they become more intimate, and Jian Mo had agreed, hearing the response still made her instinctively shy, leaving her dazed for a long moment.

Jian Mo chuckled helplessly. “Seems like A-Jin didn’t quite hear my answer. Should I say it again—”

Before she could finish, Jian Mo suddenly felt Ye Wenjin’s finger press against her lips. The other woman’s eyes sparkled brightly, as if they could speak.

Jian Mo obediently stopped, watching her with amusement, her eyes brimming with scattered laughter.

Ye Wenjin’s ears were red, her cheeks were red—she was already unbearably shy. She didn’t dare imagine how she’d react if she had to hear Jian Mo repeat those words again.

Seeing that the other woman was about to say it, Ye Wenjin flusteredly reached out and finally managed to temporarily seal her lips.

Of course, receiving such an answer from Jian Mo filled her with joy, but the words “permanent mark” were simply too embarrassing for her.

Once they were spoken, she couldn’t help but imagine the scene, her entire body burning as if on fire, her mind so overwhelmed it felt like it might explode.

Jian Mo found it amusing. She effortlessly pulled Ye Wenjin’s hand away from her lips, though not without planting a light kiss on it.

“Dear Miss Ye, when do you plan to start? Or… does A-Jin prefer me to take the lead?”

As she spoke, she wore an expression of sudden understanding. Then, she guided Ye Wenjin’s hand to her own cheek, nuzzled against it, and slowly led it downward.

Ye Wenjin swallowed nervously, her entire body seemingly under Jian Mo’s control. She wanted to pull her hand back but found herself powerless, forced to watch as Jian Mo mischievously guided her touch.

The hem of her clothes was lifted slightly by Jian Mo, making the movement even easier.

When her fingers brushed against smooth, delicate skin, sparks seemed to ignite in Ye Wenjin’s mind. Her pheromones surged uncontrollably, rushing madly toward Jian Mo.

And the moment her pheromones neared Jian Mo, the other woman’s own pheromones erupted in response. The two scents collided silently before spilling outward, filling the room.

Yet their pheromones showed not the slightest rejection of each other. The scents that spread to every corner of the room intertwined seamlessly—so thoroughly mingled that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Unfortunately, Ye Wenjin no longer had the capacity to focus on the pheromones. Every sense of hers was now firmly captured by Jian Mo, leaving her helplessly sinking deeper into the other woman’s movements.

At one point, Ye Wenjin couldn’t resist trying to take control, only to be stopped by Jian Mo the next second.

Ye Wenjin looked at her with aggrieved confusion. “Jiejie?”

Jian Mo merely smiled. “A-Jin, no moving—”

Ye Wenjin didn’t understand, but that didn’t stop her from obeying. She truly remained still, though watching Jian Mo’s increasingly unrestrained movements made sweat bead on her forehead from the effort of holding back.

Her sister was truly a bewitching enchantress, and she was more than willing to be ensnared by her.

As Ye Wenjin thought this, her gaze remained fixed on Jian Mo, not missing even the slightest change in her expression. Naturally, she noticed the flush that spread across the other’s face from those actions, as well as the slightly dazed look in her eyes.

“Sister…”

Ye Wenjin called out pitifully, wanting to move but not daring to. Her overheated mind even began to play up her own helplessness.

Yet what she didn’t realize was that the look in her eyes as she gazed at Jian Mo wasn’t just one of pleading—it was filled far more with possessiveness and desire.

Seeing this, Jian Mo smiled faintly and finally released her hand, saying, “Ah Jin, you can move now—”

Before she could even finish, Ye Wenjin’s mind was already consumed by the thought that she could move. In an instant, she closed the distance between them and captured Jian Mo’s lips in a fierce kiss.

The scent of the other’s pheromones filled her nostrils, undoubtedly the best kind of encouragement.

Ye Wenjin lost herself in her own desires—though, of course, she didn’t forget to pull Jian Mo down with her, letting them drown together.

The temperature in the room rose steadily, their pheromones intertwining until they were indistinguishable, wrapping around them and stirring their passions even further.

Ye Wenjin could feel Jian Mo’s breathing grow erratic, and from time to time, soft, delicate sounds escaped those red lips—sounds that were like heavenly music to her ears.

Her sister was breathtaking no matter what she did, even when she was angry. Ye Wenjin couldn’t tear her eyes away from her.

And now, in the throes of passion, Ye Wenjin stared mesmerized at the emotions playing across Jian Mo’s features, unable to stop herself from murmuring, “Sister, you’re so beautiful…”

Jian Mo’s eyes were hazy, but hearing this, she couldn’t help but laugh, her teasing nature resurfacing. “Really? Ah Jin, you’re not just saying that to make me happy, are you?”

Ye Wenjin’s gaze was unwavering. “Of course not. To me, sister is the kindest and most beautiful person in this world.”

Jian Mo looked at her, her eyes brimming with warmth, and said softly, “I know. I just can’t help wanting to tease you sometimes. And I feel the same way—my Ah Jin is the best person in the world. She’s kind, warm-hearted, an amazing dancer… the best girl I’ve ever known.”

Ye Wenjin’s ears turned red, but her eyes shone brilliantly.

In her short life, she had only received such praise when she was very young.

She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d heard words like these—let alone from Jian Mo’s lips. To her, this wasn’t just sweet talk; it was salvation.

Jian Mo could tell she loved hearing it, so she continued to shower Ye Wenjin with praise, each word like a wave washing over her. The sweetness in her heart grew until she felt lightheaded, as if she were floating on clouds—weightless and utterly content.

At the height of their passion, Ye Wenjin bit down on Jian Mo’s scent gland.

Though a faint pain spread from the mark, Jian Mo didn’t cry out. Instead, as if encouraging her, she pressed closer, letting Ye Wenjin sink her teeth in deeper.

The infusion of pheromones brought an overwhelming sensation to both of them. Under such an intense surge, Jian Mo had already lost all reason. The restraint she had maintained earlier loosened slightly, and sounds that were a mix of pain and pleasure escaped her lips.

Ye Wenjin soothed her while injecting even more of her own pheromones.

The moment the permanent mark was completed, both of them felt that something had changed.

Ye Wenjin gazed steadily at Jian Mo, at her Omega, her eyes filled with tenderness as she kissed her forehead.

“Jiejie, you worked hard.”

Jian Mo no longer had the strength to speak. She merely pressed a light kiss to the corner of Ye Wenjin’s lips before falling into a deep slumber.

Yet, her sleep was far from peaceful. Her body remained feverish, and it felt as though someone kept touching her, their scorching gaze almost piercing through her. Only after what seemed like an eternity did she finally drift into a restful sleep.

Ye Wenjin looked at the faint furrow still lingering between Jian Mo’s brows even in sleep, a pang of guilt rising in her heart.

After all, Jian Mo’s body was now covered in the red marks she had left behind—so numerous they were almost shocking to behold.

But Ye Wenjin was too happy. She had finally entered an even more intimate relationship with Jian Mo, and the sheer joy of it left her unable to sleep, her heart too restless to settle.

Moreover, with Jian Mo right beside her, she couldn’t contain the overflowing love in her heart. Before she knew it, she had leaned in to kiss her again and again, and by the time she came to her senses, Jian Mo’s body was already covered in traces of her affection.

Ye Wenjin hurriedly pulled the blanket over Jian Mo, then wrapped her arms around her, falling asleep with a guilty conscience.

When she woke the next morning, the first thing Ye Wenjin saw was Jian Mo’s serene sleeping face. Unable to resist her adoration, she pressed kiss after kiss to her brows, eyes, nose, and lips.

Only when Jian Mo finally opened her eyes and spoke in a hoarse, resigned voice—”A-Jin…”—did Ye Wenjin snap back to reality.

She quickly turned to her. “What’s wrong, Jiejie?”

Jian Mo felt the soreness in her body and was momentarily at a loss for words. Deep down, she knew Ye Wenjin must have done something more after she fell asleep—otherwise, she wouldn’t feel this exhausted.

And when she sat up, the moment the blanket slipped, Jian Mo understood everything.

Her once flawless, fair skin was now dotted with countless red marks, as if she had been bitten by mosquitoes.

Jian Mo arched a brow and looked at Ye Wenjin, sighing. “A-Jin, it seems there were a lot of mosquitoes last night.”

Ye Wenjin guiltily averted her gaze, then rubbed the tip of her nose, her face full of remorse as she apologized. “I’m sorry, Jiejie. It was me. I bit you.”

Seeing her expression, Jian Mo found it even more amusing. “I never knew you had a habit of biting people before.”

Ye Wenjin smiled sheepishly but answered honestly, “It’s because I like Jiejie too much. I couldn’t help myself. Are you angry?”

Her eyes were wide and innocent, tinged with a hint of grievance, as if pleading for forgiveness. But what Jian Mo saw was a mischievous little puppy who had learned to be naughty.

So she replied meaningfully, “What if I said I was angry? What would you do?”

Ye Wenjin paused, then leaned closer to whisper, “You can bite me back.”

Jian Mo raised a brow, noticing the glimmer of anticipation in Ye Wenjin’s eyes, and couldn’t resist pinching her cheek.

“A-Jin, you’ve learned to be bad.”

Ye Wenjin instinctively nuzzled against her. “Then… does Jiejie like it?”

Jian Mo stroked her hair without hesitation, “Of course I like it.”

Ye Wenjin’s eyes curved into happy crescents, “I knew big sister would like it.”

Jian Mo let out a soft sigh.

After a moment of silence, Jian Mo spoke again, “A-Jin, we—”

Sensing something, Ye Wenjin quickly interrupted, “Big sister.”

Jian Mo paused, “What is it?”

Ye Wenjin sat up straight, her expression serious as she said, “Big sister, after I graduate, let’s have our wedding, okay?”

Jian Mo was slightly surprised, as she had been about to bring up this very matter, never expecting Ye Wenjin to propose it first.

There was no denying the joy blossoming in Jian Mo’s heart.

Meeting Ye Wenjin’s nervous gaze, Jian Mo nodded, her eyes softening, “Okay.”

There truly was still a wedding missing between them.

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