I'm a Professional at Being a Scumbag [Quick Wear] - Chapter 15

Strawberry juice dripped from the corner of her mouth, but before she could swallow it, something soft pressed against her lips.

She licked it with her cool, strawberry-flavored tongue, saturating the softness with the berry’s taste.

Chu Qiao closed one eye, the other half-lidded, her expression blissful.

She braced her hand against the sofa armrest to ease the weight on her.

Le Yi cradled her waist, spreading the strawberry juice across her flower-like center, her mouth filling with the sweet nectar.

As Chu Qiao’s strength waned, Le Yi sensed her exhaustion. She held her up, forcing her to spit out the juice.

Chu Qiao bit her lower lip, letting out a short gasp, then slid down and settled back onto the sofa.

Le Yi nearly choked. She lifted Chu Qiao into her arms, laughing, “You’re going to be rough just because I teased you a little?”

Chu Qiao, barely able to sit upright on her own, frowned at the question.

“Sister knows that’s not it.”

Her coy, feigned annoyance, combined with her disheveled state, was more potent than the strongest aphrodisiac.

Le Yi’s eyes sparkled as she slowly sat up, kissed Chu Qiao’s unfocused gaze, and then laid her back down on the sofa.

Chu Qiao felt a chill and looked down to see Le Yi had placed a strawberry on her collarbone.

“Since your stomach’s better now, let’s play something fun.”

As she spoke, she continued placing more strawberries. Before long, more than half the plate was empty.

Finally stopping, Chu Qiao felt a sudden coldness and shivered, causing several strawberries to fall from her body.

Le Yi set down the plate, carefully replaced the fallen berries, and leaned down to bite the one on Chu Qiao’s collarbone.

“Be a good vessel. If any more fall, there will be consequences.”

Chu Qiao’s heart skipped a beat, her back going soft and tingling as a prickling numbness coursed down her spine.

Le Yi devoured the strawberry on Chu Qiao’s collarbone, its crimson juice staining her neck in a decadent, sensual display.

Satisfied with her masterpiece, she moved on to devour more berries from other parts of Chu Qiao’s body.

Chu Qiao felt like a dish on a dining table, being savored by Le Yi. This unprecedented experience filled her with a mixture of novelty and fear.

Part of her feared being eaten, while another part craved it desperately.

Caught in this wavering state, Chu Qiao gradually drifted into a daze.

Le Yi watched the “food” willingly feeding itself into her mouth, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Indeed, the child was already entranced.

Le Yi savored her strawberry feast. By the time she had devoured all the strawberries on Chu Qiao’s body, she was a little full, but the real treat remained untouched.

Chu Qiao thought it was over, but the feast had only just begun.

Red strawberry juice stained her skin, and Chu Qiao suddenly felt like she was a giant strawberry herself.

But Le Yi’s next actions yanked her back to reality.

She wasn’t a strawberry; she was the one who wanted to eat them.

“Let Sister see how many strawberries our Qiaoqiao can eat.”

Le Yi’s voice, like a demon’s whisper, drifted softly into Chu Qiao’s ears. Startled, Chu Qiao tried to stop her, but it was too late.

“Sister, you can’t…”

Le Yi rested her chin on Chu Qiao’s bent knees, smiling. “But I can, can’t I? Little liars aren’t good girls.”

Tears welled in the corners of Chu Qiao’s eyes.

Instead of showing any tenderness, Le Yi stuffed two more strawberries into Chu Qiao’s mouth and asked, “Are they good?”

Chu Qiao bit her lower lip, the corners of her eyes red and swollen, her voice barely audible. “Yes… they’re good.”

Le Yi grinned mischievously. “If they’re good, eat a few more. Everything left on the plate is yours.”

Chu Qiao looked at the half-full plate of strawberries and shook her head through tear-filled eyes. “I can’t eat any more.”

“Nonsense. Our Qiaoqiao is so strong—how could a few measly strawberries be too much for you?”

With that, Le Yi continued feeding Chu Qiao the strawberries, leaving her no choice but to accept.

The number of strawberries on the plate dwindled, and Le Yi seemed thoroughly enjoying herself. As for whether Chu Qiao was enjoying it, she didn’t seem to care.

She must be enjoying it, right? Otherwise, why would she be trembling so violently?

Chu Qiao tilted her head back, gasping for breath. Strawberry juice streaked down her graceful swan-like neck, and her barely visible Adam’s apple bobbed like a parched fish.

Le Yi set the plate down, leaned over, and wrapped her arms around Chu Qiao. She whispered into her ear, “Qiaoqiao likes strawberry jam, doesn’t she?”

Chu Qiao couldn’t speak, only shaking her head tearfully.

She couldn’t eat any more. She was already full.

Le Yi whispered huskily into her ear, “I know you love it. Sister will make some jam for you right now.”

The strawberries, subjected to relentless pounding, disintegrated, their juice seeping onto the blue sofa cushions and darkening the fabric.

Chu Qiao clutched the armrest, emitting incoherent sounds. Le Yi saw the deep marks she’d left on her lower lip and kissed her, holding her chin.

Chu Qiao whimpered and bit her tongue.

The lingering scent of strawberries filled their mouths as they exchanged breaths, stealing each other’s air until the oxygen in their lungs grew thin. Only then did they slowly release each other.

Le Yi had already made the jam. She held it up to Chu Qiao, who glared at her in embarrassed fury, and popped a finger into her mouth.

“So sweet. Want to try, Qiaoqiao?”

Chu Qiao shook her head and whispered, “No.”

Le Yi grinned mischievously and scooped up some jam, feeding it to her.

“Good?”

Chu Qiao couldn’t speak, the redness at the corners of her eyes deepening as if she’d been bullied.

Le Yi continued feeding her, deliberately teasing, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

Chu Qiao couldn’t form words. Since that moment, her mouth hadn’t stopped devouring the jam.

Only now did Chu Qiao realize how mischievous her sister truly was.

Tears welled in Chu Qiao’s eyes as she bit down on Le Yi’s finger, staring silently at her.

Le Yi couldn’t resist the temptation. She immediately withdrew her hand, bit down on Chu Qiao’s lips, and unleashed her primal instincts like a wild beast, tearing and gnawing as if she wanted to devour Chu Qiao whole.

Chu Qiao was completely at Le Yi’s mercy, utterly powerless to take control.

Soon, a faint taste of blood filled their mouths. Le Yi opened her eyes and glanced at the kitten with damp eyelashes, her movements suddenly gentling.

This strawberry-sweet kiss lasted for a long time, lingering until the strawberry jam was nearly dry, before Le Yi finally released Chu Qiao, whose face was flushed crimson from lack of oxygen, as if blood might drip from her cheeks.

Le Yi looked down and chuckled, “Looks like we can’t eat any more jam.”

Her tone carried regret, but Chu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning her face into Le Yi’s embrace, her fingers clutching at her like a kitten’s claws, Chu Qiao murmured, “I want to take a bath.”

Le Yi agreed and scooped her up, cradling her like a child.

As Chu Qiao sat on Le Yi’s arm, feeling strawberry juice still dripping down her chin, she quickly buried her face in Le Yi’s shoulder to avoid further teasing.

Amused by her adorable reaction, Le Yi carried her into the bathroom.

Just as they entered, Chu Qiao’s phone rang. The caller ID showed, “Chu Ji.”

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