I'm a Professional at Being a Scumbag [Quick Wear] - Chapter 21.1

The fall was hard, even on the soft mattress that could swallow a person whole. Le Yi saw stars. By the time she reacted, Chu Qiao had already pressed herself against her.

Le Yi unconsciously held her breath as the overwhelming presence of Chu Qiao’s face loomed inches away, her heart racing for no reason.

“Chu Qiao, stop being so childish.”

Chu Qiao was already angry about Le Yi calling her weak. Hearing her dismiss her as childish now sent her fury skyrocketing, burning through her rationality.

Seeing Chu Qiao’s eyes red and swollen, Le Yi swallowed her words, her tongue pressed against her teeth so hard it hurt.

Chu Qiao’s eyes were red, and the corners of her eyes were crimson as if she wanted to cry but couldn’t find the tears.

“How could you do this to me…”

She buried her face in the crook of Le Yi’s neck, touching her skin with cautious lips, as if afraid of hurting her.

Le Yi’s heart churned with conflicting emotions as she held the wronged, feline-like figure in her arms. She longed to stroke her hair, but her mission kept her from acting on impulse.

“Chu Qiao, the celebration isn’t over yet. Let me go back.”

Chu Qiao looked up at her, her eyes even redder. “Is it true that nothing matters more to you than me?”

Le Yi didn’t understand what she was referring to, but she desperately wanted to leave. She had a premonition that if she stayed any longer, things would spiral out of control.

“Can’t you even comfort me with a few words?”

Le Yi was frightened by the intensity in Chu Qiao’s eyes. She tried to push her away. Chu Qiao grabbed her hand and raised it above her head, while her other hand fumbled with the zipper at the back of Le Yi’s dress. Her lips moved along Le Yi’s neck.

Chu Qiao had only had one drink with Xu Jianchuan, and the faint scent of alcohol lingered in her breath. Her exhalations were light and faint, but her inhalations were heavy, as if she was suppressing a pent-up anger.

Le Yi was bitten painfully. She flailed with her limbs, protesting, but Chu Qiao seemed deaf to her struggles.

The sudden tearing of fabric startled Le Yi. She hadn’t expected such an expensive dress to be so fragile, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Seizing the opportunity, Chu Qiao sealed her lips with a kiss, her tongue sliding in like a small snake.

Le Yi, of course, wouldn’t submit so easily. She bit down hard, hoping to bring Chu Qiao back to her senses.

But Chu Qiao’s mind had long been scorched away. Even as blood dripped from her tongue, she stubbornly kissed Le Yi, refusing to retreat, instead pressing deeper.

Le Yi moved to bite again, but Chu Qiao struck first, biting down on her lip and refusing to let go.

“If you bite me again, we’re going to the hallway,” she mumbled indistinctly. Le Yi heard the threat but dared not move again.

Though it was a threat, she didn’t doubt for a moment that Chu Qiao would follow through.

Seeing that Le Yi had finally stilled, Chu Qiao released her lip and began to kiss her gently, gradually deepening the kiss.

The metallic taste of blood was quickly overwhelmed by the taste of champagne. Le Yi had drunk several glasses, and the alcohol lingered heavily on her tongue.

Le Yi remained uncooperative, keeping her tongue tucked away and refusing to let Chu Qiao touch it. After several failed attempts, Chu Qiao’s patience began to wear thin.

She gripped Le Yi’s throat, tightening her hold until Le Yi felt a slight suffocation. Then she kissed her again, easily claiming what she wanted this time.

Their lips and tongues entwined, their breaths merging, the faint sensation of suffocation sending Le Yi soaring into a cloud of euphoria.

How is this happening? she thought hazily.

Chu Qiao kissed as if she could never get enough. Each time Le Yi ran out of breath, Chu Qiao would release her for a moment to catch her breath before diving back in, each kiss more fervent than the last.

Eventually, Le Yi’s lips and tongue felt numb, her kisses mechanical, devoid of any taste or sensation.

Chu Qiao tilted her face slightly away, panting against Le Yi’s ear. Her slightly rough breaths tickled Le Yi’s ear like a cat’s claws gently scratching at her heart, leaving a tingling numbness.

“Sister, can’t you… like me just a little? Even a tiny bit would be enough.”

Her request was modest: she only wanted Le Yi to like her, even if it was just a little. That would satisfy her completely.

Le Yi’s lips remained numb, unwilling to speak. Besides, she couldn’t answer this question.

She was determined to play the scum villain to the end.

Chu Qiao pressed against her ear for a long time, but received no answer. Her heart sank deeper, the light in her eyes gradually fading until only an endless abyss remained.

Her lips moved to Le Yi’s neck, the slender, pale neck looking utterly delectable. Chu Qiao kissed and sucked, leaving tiny, blood-red marks on the snowy skin like crimson plum blossoms blooming in a field of snow.

With her skin exposed to the air, Le Yi felt a fragile chill. Chu Qiao’s lips kept moving along her neck, making Le Yi feel like she was being bitten by a beast at her artery.

Knowing her weakness was being exploited, Le Yi didn’t dare struggle too vigorously. Whenever she tried to speak, Chu Qiao would bite down hard, silencing her.

“Don’t say a word, or I really won’t be able to control myself.”

Chu Qiao lifted her head from Le Yi’s lap, her eyes bloodshot, her lips pressed into a straight line, still bleeding from her own bites.

Le Yi’s breath hitched, and all her words died in her throat.

Chu Qiao lowered her head again, resuming her unfinished business. Just as Le Yi’s resistance began to fade, just as her consciousness was about to slip away, she was abruptly startled awake.

She stared at Chu Qiao in disbelief, furious at her outrageous behavior.

“Chu Qiao, what are you doing?!”

Chu Qiao looked at her, a dark glint flashing in her eyes. “Didn’t Sister always think I was weak? I’m proving myself to you.”

This isn’t the way to prove yourself! How can you still be a scum villain like this?

Le Yi tried to break free from Chu Qiao’s grip, but kicked too hard, striking her sister in the stomach. Chu Qiao let out a stifled groan, her eyes darkening with a terrifying intensity.

“Sister, you’d better save your strength. There will be plenty of time for exertion later.”

As Chu Qiao leaned down, Le Yi froze, as if struck by lightning.

Panic surged through Le Yi. She had thought Chu Qiao was merely venting her frustration, never imagining she harbored such intentions.

Until now, she’d believed she had tamed Chu Qiao completely. But after all this time of playing the obedient, subservient role, Chu Qiao had realized Le Yi was only toying with her. Her true nature surfaced like a vicious wolf pup, baring fangs long concealed.

“Chu Qiao, you can’t do this!”

“Why not? You can, but I can’t? Sister, you’re being awfully hypocritical.”

From the beginning, Chu Qiao had wanted to claim Le Yi for herself. She had only submitted to Le Yi’s dominance to avoid upsetting her. Now that all hope of winning her affection was lost, why should she continue to restrain herself?

Chu Qiao nearly spat out her words, yet even in this moment, she remained gentle with Le Yi, terrified of hurting her.

Internally, she loathed her own weakness, unable to feel pure love or hate. But she simply couldn’t bring herself to treat Le Yi harshly.

She was like a doll carved from jade, exquisite and beautiful yet fragile, as if she might shatter with the slightest force.

Tears welled up in the corners of Le Yi’s eyes, though she couldn’t tell if it was from humiliation, anger, or something else.

“This is different,” she said. “Qiaoqiao, let go of Sister. Can’t we talk this out properly?”

The unfamiliar and blunt sensation pushed Le Yi to the brink of collapse. She feared she was about to be dominated.

“No!” Chu Qiao raised her voice, her expression darkening. “Why should I listen to you? The obedient child never gets any candy. I’ll do as I please.”

Her intention was simple: she wanted Le Yi to remember her forever.

Le Yi claimed she wouldn’t do certain things down there, so Chu Qiao would make her do them.

Since she couldn’t have Le Yi’s love, she would make her hate. As long as the hatred ran deep enough, Le Yi would remember her for a lifetime.

This, too, was a kind of immortality.

Chu Qiao focused completely.

Having spent so much time sleeping with Le Yi, having seen almost everything (7788), and being a firsthand participant, she naturally became more skilled.

Le Yi desperately wanted to kick her off, but after everything that had happened, she barely had any strength left.

Her head spun, as if drunk, though she hadn’t consumed much alcohol.

Her mind wandered, her very soul trembling. Le Yi felt her thoughts go blank, even forgetting who she was.

How did it come to this?

Chu Qiao looked up at her, a cryptic smile playing on her lips, the moisture on her chin glistening.

“Sister likes it too, doesn’t she?”

Le Yi only sensed someone speaking, but couldn’t make out the words. It took her a long moment to regain her composure, her gaze gradually focusing on Chu Qiao.

Her face remained as exquisite as ever, with its striking contours and flawless features. The slight furrow of her brow accentuated her phoenix eyes, making them even more alluring than usual.

The inward curve and upward tilt of her eyes lent her gaze a careless air. When she looked down at Le Yi, it was as if she were examining an object.

Le Yi flinched under the piercing gaze.

Chu Qiao curled one corner of her lip into a mocking, insincere smile.

“Just looking at me is enough to reduce Sister to this state. It seems Sister is even more suited to be the bottom than I am.”

Le Yi wanted to protest, but her lips were captured. A faintly salty taste mingled with exchanged breaths, quickly overwhelmed by the faint scent of alcohol that filled her mouth, making her feel drunk again.

Chu Qiao kissed her slowly, using it as a means to soothe her emotions, though her true intentions lay elsewhere.

Le Yi, who had been momentarily lost in the kiss, suddenly opened her eyes, and tears began to well up and fall.

Chu Qiao sensed her stiffness and, not daring to act rashly, kissed her lips, nose, eyes, and ears with gentle tenderness.

Le Yi felt herself teetering on the brink of mission failure because she was no longer the aggressor.

At this thought, humiliating tears welled up and spilled forth. Chu Qiao’s heart softened at her crying, and in that moment of distraction, Le Yi managed to push her off and scrambled toward the door.

Only then did Chu Qiao realize the tears had been feigned, merely a ploy to escape her grasp.

She turned, watching coldly for a few seconds before seizing Le Yi’s ankle and yanking her back.

Le Yi refused to yield, her nails raking long gouges in the bedsheets.

“Chu Qiao, you can’t do this to me!”

“I can, Sister. Didn’t you say you’d let me have my way?”

Le Yi wanted to cry, but no tears came. How could this compare to other matters? But the stubborn child had made up her mind, and Le Yi’s resistance proved futile.

Chu Qiao embraced her from behind, her chest pressed firmly against Le Yi’s spine, her arms encircling her waist.

Knowing escape was hopeless, Le Yi closed her eyes, a crystalline tear clinging to her lashes.

As Le Yi bit her lip and whimpered, she felt a warm wetness against her back.

Chu Qiao was crying.

Le Yi was bewildered. Shouldn’t I be the one crying? Why is this little brat crying?

Chu Qiao remained silent for a long time, her head resting against the back of Le Yi’s neck, her chin pressed against her shoulder. She gently bit Le Yi’s ear.

Le Yi was speechless. Part of her desperately resisted this unfamiliar sensation, yet she couldn’t deny that this untouched territory was far more pleasurable than she’d imagined.

Chu Qiao had initially intended to punish Le Yi severely, to make her remember this night forever. But when it came down to it, she found herself holding back, being even gentler than Le Yi had been with her.

Le Yi gasped for breath, the tear in her lip glistening as vividly as the brightest lipstick, soft and glossy, tempting a taste like jelly.

Chu Qiao gripped her chin and kissed her. Their lips clung together, reluctant to part, as they both sank deeper into the moment. Chu Qiao swallowed every sound from Le Yi’s throat, leaving only unfocused eyes to hint at what had just transpired.

“Sister, you won’t leave me, will you?”

Le Yi remained in the lingering aftermath, too lazy to even blink.

Chu Qiao no longer dared ask if Le Yi liked her. The answer was clear; asking would only be a self-inflicted wound.

Though the same wounds had been stabbed repeatedly, it still hurt.

Le Yi liked obedient children, and what Chu Qiao had done was the height of rebellion. She was surely furious, and might even abandon her.

If Le Yi abandoned her, what would she do?

A belated fear gripped Chu Qiao, and a bold idea took root in her mind.

If Le Yi wanted to leave her, she would lock her up. Bind her limbs, forge a golden cage, and imprison her within.

Chu Qiao had never thought this way before, and the idea filled her with trepidation. Yet this trepidation also stirred her primal instincts, making her blood boil with the urge to imprison Le Yi right then and there.

Le Yi still couldn’t accept being taken, and she crawled out of Chu Qiao’s embrace, trying to leave.

Chu Qiao wrapped her arms around Le Yi’s waist, asking nervously, “What are you doing?”

Le Yi glanced back, her gaze icy. “You’ve done what you wanted. Are you still not letting me go?”

Chu Qiao was stung by the coldness in her eyes, and her boiling blood instantly turned cold.

Countless emotions flashed through her mind. With a darkened expression, Chu Qiao pinned Le Yi down.

“What’s this? Does Sister think I’m full now?”

Le Yi glared at her, snapping, “Then what more do you want?”

Chu Qiao leaned down, biting and sucking on Le Yi’s collarbone. Her warm breath caressed the willing neck, the contrast between heat and cool skin making Le Yi’s very bones tremble.

Le Yi was being devoured again, slowly, like a frog being boiled in gradually warming water. Chu Qiao moved deliberately, unhurried, while Le Yi grew increasingly impatient.

This slow torture was unbearable, like trying to scratch an itch that wouldn’t yield, driving her to desperation.

Le Yi wished Chu Qiao would just take her like before, at least then she wouldn’t have to suffer like this.

But Chu Qiao was too cunning to not know how to discipline her. This was all deliberate.

Reduced to tears by the torment, Le Yi bit Chu Qiao’s hand, venting her fury.

Seizing the opportunity, Chu Qiao gripped Le Yi’s face, her fingers sliding inside to clamp down on her tongue, trapping the sound in her throat.

Le Yi froze in shock, then burned with humiliation.

Seeing the tears welling in Le Yi’s eyes, Chu Qiao’s predatory instincts flared. She abandoned her leisurely pace.

Soon, Le Yi had no time to dwell on anything else. Her mind cleared, leaving only a blank whiteness.

It was as if she had entered an entirely new realm, her body weightless, her very soul soothed as she drifted among soft, cotton-like clouds.

Chu Qiao held the trembling figure, pressing gentle kisses to her lips. It took Le Yi a long time to recover, and when she did, a long silence followed.

Le Yi remained silent, and Chu Qiao followed suit, as if they were competing to see who could endure the tension longer.

After a prolonged silence, Le Yi finally broke down. Her voice was hoarse as she asked, “How long will you keep this up?”

Chu Qiao glanced at the thick darkness outside and replied, “I don’t know, but it won’t end easily.”

Le Yi felt a lump rise in her throat, yet she couldn’t blame Chu Qiao. After all, she had been the one to toy with Chu Qiao’s genuine feelings first. Her anger was justified.

Chu Qiao tightened her embrace, squeezing Le Yi so tightly it became difficult to breathe.

Le Yi thought she was becoming irrational. “Qiaoqiao, don’t do this,” she murmured.

Chu Qiao scoffed. “You’ve said those words several times already. If not this, then what?”

It had come to this point, with no turning back.

And she didn’t want to turn back.

She could give Le Yi everything she desired—reputation, status, anything—just as long as she stayed by her side. She would willingly do anything Le Yi asked.

Chu Qiao mocked her own insignificance, forcing an ugly smile that quickly twisted into a frown, as if on the verge of tears.

She sought out Le Yi’s lips and pressed a despair-laden kiss against them. This beautiful night should not be wasted.

From the moment Chu Qiao kissed her, Le Yi sensed something was wrong. As expected, she was about to be violated again.

The beginning may differ, but the end is always the same.

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