I'm a Professional at Being a Scumbag [Quick Wear] - Chapter 10

Hot.

So hot.

This heat, radiating from her bones, made Le Yi restless and irritable. She desperately wanted something cool to lower her temperature.

She vaguely opened her eyes and saw Chu Qiao’s face looming close. For a moment, her mind felt foggy, but then a sense of relief washed over her.

“Qiaoqiao, what are you doing here?”

Hearing this, Chu Qiao, suspecting Le Yi’s thoughts were still muddled, replied softly, “I’m here to take you home.”

Le Yi’s eyes were unfocused. “Are we home yet?”

“Well…” Chu Qiao avoided a direct answer, pulling Le Yi closer. “That doesn’t matter.”

With that, she sealed their lips together.

As their mouths intertwined, Le Yi’s mind grew even more hazy, but the heat in her body gradually subsided.

A sudden discomfort jolted her awake. Looking down, she saw Chu Qiao’s restless movements.

What is this little brat trying to do?!

In a panic, Le Yi instinctively bit Chu Qiao’s lip. Chu Qiao hissed and released her.

“What’s wrong?” Chu Qiao licked her lip, tasting the blood.

Le Yi pressed her hand against Chu Qiao’s chest, glaring at her with what she thought was her fiercest expression. But her face was flushed with desire, her eyes glazed with a watery mist, making her look soft and utterly lacking in menace.

Chu Qiao closed her eyes briefly, suppressing the turmoil in her heart. Her voice came out hoarse as she said, “Sister, don’t do this.”

Le Yi’s brow furrowed slightly at these words. This little brat not only tried to attack me, but she’s also playing the victim? she thought. Looks like she needs a lesson.

A chill ran through her body, a stark contrast to the burning heat within.

Sensing something was wrong, Le Yi glanced down and realized the reason. Chu Qiao’s clothes were draped over her arm, unlike Le Yi’s own.

This isn’t fair.

Acting on impulse, Le Yi moved. Chu Qiao obediently raised her hand, her eyes filled with helpless affection.

It seems she won’t be coming to her senses anytime soon. But will this even counteract the drug?

Le Yi unconsciously rubbed against Chu Qiao, oblivious to the danger of her actions.

After a while, mere closeness no longer satisfied her. She lowered her head and pecked kisses at Chu Qiao’s ear, trying to cool her feverish body.

Chu Qiao’s skin, exposed to the air, was cool to the touch. When Le Yi’s burning lips met it, Chu Qiao recoiled repeatedly. But with the wall behind her, where could she possibly escape?

Le Yi, however, remained oblivious, focused solely on cooling herself down.

Soon, Chu Qiao also began to feel the heat.

Le Yi treated Chu Qiao casually, her kisses perfunctory and insincere. She’d peck twice before moving on to another spot.

Chu Qiao’s neck was straight and slender, a classic swan’s neck, and Le Yi was obsessed with branding it.

The old marks hadn’t faded before new ones overlapped them, creating a perpetual cycle of fresh and fading marks that left Chu Qiao’s neck never fully healed.

Le Yi nibbled at Chu Qiao’s collarbone like a teething puppy. Chu Qiao tilted her head back, her eyes brimming with overflowing affection. Le Yi’s teeth pressed against the bone, causing only an itch, not pain.

An itch that burrowed deep into her heart.

Chu Qiao swallowed repeatedly, but when she could no longer suppress her reaction, Le Yi moved first.

Chu Qiao was stunned.

How could this be happening?

Le Yi smirked triumphantly. “Trying to turn the tables? Dream on!”

Chu Qiao wasn’t necessarily trying to dominate, but she couldn’t understand how this could counteract her sister’s medicine. Wasn’t it supposed to be…

Clearly, it worked. After lingering for a while, the heat in Le Yi’s body had dissipated.

Le Yi gazed at Chu Qiao, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes. As Chu Qiao stood frozen in surprise, Le Yi grabbed her hand and pressed her fingers to her own lips, urging her to bite down.

“What was this hand just trying to do?”

Chu Qiao whimpered, unable to speak. Le Yi leaned close to her ear and whispered, “If you’re so eager, you should taste more. Because for the rest of your life, you’ll always be the one on the bottom.”

Chu Qiao’s eyes welled with tears at these words. She wanted to bury her face in the pillow, but Le Yi wouldn’t let her, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet her gaze.

In a desperate attempt to silence her, Chu Qiao leaned in and pressed her lips against Le Yi’s, hoping to stop her from uttering any more humiliating words.

Le Yi was furious at Chu Qiao’s futile attempt to take control. Fueled by the drug’s effects, she became like a wild beast, completely unhinged.

Chu Qiao’s face was streaked with tears, but Le Yi only found pleasure in the sight, eager to flaunt her prize.

The hotel suite was on the top floor, a luxurious penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city lights.

The moment Chu Qiao pressed against the cold glass, she shivered and instinctively recoiled, only to bump into Le Yi’s shoulder.

Le Yi wrapped her arms around Chu Qiao from behind, trapping her against her chest with no escape.

“Sister, it’s so cold,” Chu Qiao murmured softly, her voice like a kitten’s purr.

Le Yi scoffed, nipping at Chu Qiao’s ear. “Don’t you think the night view is beautiful?”

The hotel was in the city center, offering a perfect vantage point.

From the top floor, the entire city glittered below, a dazzling spectacle of lights.

Chu Qiao couldn’t speak. She knew Le Yi was punishing her and tried her best not to resist.

This was indeed a perfect spot to admire the night view, but how could she possibly focus on that now?

Soon, she might not be able to think of anything else.

Sweat stains left streaks on the glass. Le Yi deliberately remarked, “Qiaoqiao, you’re making the glass dirty.”

Chu Qiao turned to look at her, her eyes glistening, innocent and endearing.

Before Le Yi could say another word, Chu Qiao leaned forward and kissed her lips.

Le Yi froze for a moment, then cupped Chu Qiao’s chin and deepened the kiss.

Chu Qiao seemed to adore kissing. No matter how far things progressed, she always wanted to kiss Le Yi.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, Chu Qiao’s body unconsciously relaxed. The glass, warmed by her body heat, no longer felt so cold.

Le Yi pushed her forward, pressing her against the glass.

Le Yi, experienced and knowing how to pleasure her, deliberately lingered, feigning nonchalance to tease her after Chu Qiao’s earlier boldness.

Chu Qiao whimpered softly like a kitten, her eyes urging Le Yi on.

Le Yi pretended not to understand, asking, “What’s wrong?”

Chu Qiao couldn’t bring herself to speak, so she nuzzled Le Yi’s nose, docile and obedient.

Le Yi was pleased with her behavior, feeling like she was petting a large, well-behaved dog. She gently kissed the back of Chu Qiao’s neck, bringing the day to a close.

Chu Qiao melted into Le Yi’s arms, clinging tightly to her neck.

“Qiaoqiao, let go a little. I can’t get up.”

Chu Qiao shook her head, tightening her grip.

At moments like these, an overwhelming emptiness would surge through her, making her want to cling to Le Yi even more desperately.

She knew her sister would disapprove, but she couldn’t control herself.

During their physical intimacy, she would delude herself into believing her sister loved her. But once the sensory stimulation faded, only the painful reality remained.

Her sister didn’t love her. They were merely physically compatible, nothing more.

And now, with her current status, she wasn’t even a bed partner. If her sister ever stopped needing her, she would be relegated to being just her younger sister.

How could she ever accept that?

“Sister, do you…?” Do you like me even a little?

Le Yi: “Hmm? What is it?”

Chu Qiao opened her mouth, but no words came. She released Le Yi, smiling as she spread her arms wide.

“Sister, hug me~”

Le Yi chuckled softly, lifting her into her arms and carrying her toward the bathroom.

“Still as clingy as when you were little.”

Chu Qiao hummed in response, burying her face in Le Yi’s embrace as the smile in her eyes gradually faded away.