I'm a Professional at Being a Scumbag [Quick Wear] - Chapter 4

Le Yi froze, completely still.

What’s this about “top” and “bottom”? Does this child even know what she’s saying?

Chu Qiao, her inhibitions loosened by alcohol, gripped Le Yi’s hand and made a grasping motion.

I have to admit, focusing on balanced nutrition all these years was the right choice. Though tall and slender, Chu Qiao wasn’t scrawny.

The soft, smooth touch of Chu Qiao’s hand sent a shiver through Le Yi, but she had no mind for such sensations, only a desperate urge to escape.

No, no. This is the child I raised. How could I…

Torn between anguish and the sight of Chu Qiao’s innocent, pitiful eyes, Le Yi couldn’t bring herself to scold her.

“Qiaoqiao, let go of Sister first.”

Chu Qiao said nothing, only shook her head gently.

“If I let go, Sister will run away.” Chu Qiao’s eyes welled with tears. “Sister, don’t hate me.”

Le Yi was about to reassure her when Chu Qiao began to undress.

Le Yi: “!!!”

No, no, no! This won’t do!

“Qiaoqiao, what are you doing?! Put your clothes back on!”

Chu Qiao pouted, looking utterly wronged.

“Sister can do that with other people, so why not with me? What does she have that I don’t?”

Le Yi was stunned. She’d been so busy making money every day—when had she ever indulged herself like that?

Chu Qiao pressed closer, nuzzling Le Yi gently.

“Tell me, what does Zhu Qiong have that I don’t?”

“Why are you bringing Zhu Qiong into this again? What does she have to do with any of this?”

Chu Qiao continued, speaking to herself, “Sister, every time you don’t come home, you’re sleeping at Zhu Qiong’s place, aren’t you? She’s answered my calls so many times.”

Her voice was soft and kittenish, full of wounded innocence.

Le Yi’s heart softened at the sound. She gently coaxed, “You’ve misunderstood. We’re just friends. Nothing inappropriate has ever happened between us.”

Occasionally, after getting drunk during business negotiations, Le Yi would ask Zhu Qiong to pick her up and let her stay over. She did this to avoid worrying Chu Qiao, never imagining her sister would misunderstand so deeply.

“Just friends? The way she looks at you is anything but innocent.”

Le Yi stared in bewilderment. Zhu Qiong was the epitome of a straight woman—how could her gaze be anything but innocent?

Before she could speak, Chu Qiao continued, “Good thing I know what I want. I’ve never wanted to be just your sister’s little sister.”

With that, Chu Qiao kissed Le Yi’s neck, gently sucking at her skin. Her body grew even more pliant, coiling around Le Yi like a snake, trapping her in an inescapable embrace.

Le Yi felt the warm, damp sensation on her neck and Chu Qiao’s slightly labored breathing. A jolt ran through her, and her heartbeat grew increasingly erratic.

She wasn’t a saint. How could she remain composed in such a situation?

“Chu Qiao, think this through. If we cross this line, there’s no turning back.”

Chu Qiao had no desire to maintain their current lukewarm relationship; she only wanted to cross the line.

“Sister, you like me, right?”

Le Yi didn’t answer, instead wrapping her arm around Chu Qiao’s waist and pulling her closer.

Chu Qiao looked up at her, her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes brimming with desire, unexpectedly captivating.

She longed for Le Yi to say she liked her, but the other woman merely stared at her, as if appraising an object, her eyes utterly devoid of emotion.

A sharp pang pierced Chu Qiao’s heart, her eyes stinging with tears. She gripped Le Yi’s clothes tightly and leaned up to kiss her.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me, as long as I can stay by your side.

Sensing the tremor in Chu Qiao’s lips, Le Yi took the lead, gently sucking and kissing her until Chu Qiao gradually relaxed. Then, she pried open her teeth, exploring her mouth and exchanging breaths.

The kiss lasted a long time, until Chu Qiao was completely limp in her arms. Only then did Le Yi release her.

Le Yi’s mouth tasted of wine, making her feel slightly drunk.

How else could Chu Qiao look more beautiful the longer I look at her? She radiates an irresistible allure.

“Qiaoqiao, we can’t keep…” going down this path.

Le Yi didn’t finish the sentence because the System automatically muted her.

As soon as the System finished speaking, Le Yi felt a white flash in her mind. When she looked at Chu Qiao again, she found her even more captivating.

It was as if Chu Qiao were a treasure, beckoning her to explore.

“Sister~”

Chu Qiao’s voice, utterly enchanting, reached her ears like that of a spirit draining one’s life force.

Le Yi didn’t know how she had reached out. Everything had happened so naturally. By the time she realized it, Chu Qiao was already crying in her arms.

“Does it hurt?”

Chu Qiao shook her head, wrapping her arms tightly around Le Yi’s neck.

Tears of joy streamed down her face.

Though it wasn’t exactly what she had imagined, this still counted as having her sister.

Le Yi gently kissed Chu Qiao’s lips, distracting her while continuing what she needed to do.

Chu Qiao’s tears flowed into her mouth, leaving a salty taste. Le Yi stroked Chu Qiao’s butterfly bones, soothing her.

Chu Qiao closed her eyes, her breathy hums escaping through her nose—soft yet irresistibly alluring.

Le Yi could no longer restrain herself, unleashing the pent-up energy she had been holding back.

The snowy mound trembled rhythmically, drawing Le Yi’s gaze involuntarily.

Wasn’t this fluffy white bunny meant to be eaten?

The thought flashed through Le Yi’s mind, and she acted on impulse.

Chu Qiao shuddered in fright, gazing at the furry head nestled in her arms. Her heart felt like it was being tickled by feathers, yet also like it was soaking in warm water, all its wrinkles smoothed out.

Le Yi didn’t usually like milk or dairy products, but today’s tasted delicious.

It was irresistible.

Chu Qiao cradled Le Yi’s head, tilting her own back slightly, and silently repeated “I love you” countless times in her heart.

The sofa was a mess, cushions scattered on the floor, as if a wild cat had broken into the house.

When Le Yi first rented this apartment, she had been drawn to the floor-to-ceiling window that offered a view of the city’s twinkling lights.

She never imagined she would one day admire the nightscape in such a way.

“That must be your school over there. What do you think the students are doing right now?”

Chu Qiao turned to look at her, her teary eyes blurring her vision, and could only manage a muffled sound.

Le Yi withdrew her hand from Chu Qiao’s mouth, wrapped her arms around her from behind, and rested her chin on Chu Qiao’s shoulder.

“What would the younger students think if they knew the senior they look up to as a role model was drunk and seducing her own sister?”

This remark sent Chu Qiao’s shame soaring, and she began to cry even harder.

“Qiaoqiao, look up at me.”

Chu Qiao obeyed instantly, turning her head to meet Le Yi’s gaze. Le Yi seized the opportunity to kiss her lips, lingering there before moving to her earlobe, then her neck…

Chu Qiao bit her lower lip, tears streaming down her chin and dripping onto Le Yi’s lips.

“Sister, I love you, I love you…”

She dared not confess her deeply buried feelings when sober, only daring to voice them in this moment of intoxication.

Let’s just pretend it’s the heat of the moment, she thought. Even if Sister questions me later, I’ll have an excuse.

But why did she need an excuse? Why couldn’t she simply tell her sister she loved her?

Chu Qiao remembered Le Yi’s earlier resistance, and her heart sank.

Sister doesn’t love me. How else could she have acted that way?

Didn’t I just want to stay by Sister’s side? How did I become so greedy?

Chu Qiao, you can’t be greedy.

Sensing her distraction, Le Yi nipped at the little rabbit between her teeth.

“Focus. What could possibly be more important than me right now?”

Chu Qiao gazed at her through half-closed eyes, a profound tenderness nearly overflowing.

No matter what, you’ll always be the most important to me.

“Sister, I love you,” she repeated, raising her voice. Le Yi thrust harder but remained silent.

Chu Qiao closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

It’s not that she didn’t hear me, but that she doesn’t want to answer.

You’ve already had a physical relationship with Sister. What more could you possibly want?

Chu Qiao suppressed the bitterness in her heart and threw herself into the boundless frenzy of the moment.

A faint mark remained on the glass—a sweat stain from Chu Qiao’s body.

As the night deepened, the temperature cooled. The residual warmth on the glass dissipated completely, and Chu Qiao shivered at the sudden chill when she pressed against it.

“So cold!”

Le Yi gazed into Chu Qiao’s glistening, clear eyes, her self-restraint crumbling once again.

I shouldn’t have let myself be seduced in the first place. How am I supposed to stop now?

Le Yi, you truly deserve to die.

Despite her self-reproach, she didn’t hold back. Not until Chu Qiao’s legs gave way, collapsing into her arms, did Le Yi realize how much time had passed.

Chu Qiao turned and clung to Le Yi, wrapping her arms and legs around her.

Even now, she couldn’t quite grasp the reality of the moment. She needed to press herself tightly against Le Yi to feel the intensity of her passion.

Truthfully, she was starting to feel tired, and the alcohol was making her dizzy. But she didn’t dare ask Le Yi to stop, fearing she might be displeased if she wasn’t satisfied.

What if she thinks I’m useless and never touches me again?

Chu Qiao’s mind spiraled into anxious thoughts, her arms tightening around Le Yi. Le Yi struggled to breathe, but Chu Qiao refused to release her grip. Finally, Le Yi had to pinch the back of her neck to force her to let go.

Chu Qiao released her grip, staring at Le Yi with confusion, her eyes filled with hurt and vulnerability.

Le Yi sighed inwardly. How am I supposed to bring myself to hurt her now?

Being a渣攻 is so hard.

Thinking this, Le Yi kissed Chu Qiao without hesitation.

A frightened kitten needed comforting.

As they exchanged breaths, Chu Qiao’s heart filled with warmth again.

This feeling of constant anxiety wasn’t pleasant, but because it was Le Yi, even the uncertainty felt sweet.

Outside the window, neon lights flickered, casting the night sky into a deep, starless void.

Inside the room, an intimate atmosphere lingered, the usual tidiness replaced by disarray.

It seemed that night cat had quite the destructive streak.

Chu Qiao bit Le Yi’s shoulder, the crimson at the corners of her eyes blending with the blush on her cheeks, creating an innocent yet broken look.

Tears trembled at the corners of her eyes with each sway of their bodies before finally falling.

Le Yi felt as if she were poisoned, insatiable and tireless.

She could faintly detect a delicate fragrance emanating from Chu Qiao, constantly drawing her in to explore.

Exhausted, Chu Qiao collapsed against Le Yi, panting softly.

“Sister, I love you,” she whispered again, her voice barely audible, yet Le Yi heard it clearly.

Le Yi pressed her lips together, blinked once, and gently stroked Chu Qiao’s smooth back.

She had a mission to fulfill, one that prevented her from giving Chu Qiao what she truly wanted.

In other words, if not for this mission, she and Chu Qiao would never have met, and none of this would have happened.

Chu Qiao hadn’t expected a response. After speaking, she nuzzled into Le Yi’s neck, her lips curving into a contented smile.

Le Yi carried Chu Qiao to the bathroom and gently placed her in the bathtub. As soon as she tried to step away, Chu Qiao grabbed her arm.

The woman who had been half-asleep just moments ago now stared at her with hazy eyes, as if terrified of being left alone.

“Take a bath,” Le Yi said softly. “It’ll help you relax.”

Chu Qiao nodded but refused to release her grip.

Le Yi chuckled at her dazed expression.

Seeing Le Yi smile, Chu Qiao grinned back.

“Sister, bathe with me,” she murmured, scooting over in the tub.

Le Yi glanced at the two slender, straight legs submerged in the water and the pale, floating breasts. She sighed inwardly. Does this drunk even know what she’s saying?

“Come on, Sister, aren’t you tired?”

Before Le Yi could protest, Chu Qiao tugged her into the tub, sending water splashing everywhere.

Le Yi’s silk pajamas were soaked through, clinging to her skin and becoming almost transparent.

Chu Qiao lowered her gaze, noticing her own snow-white skin covered in kiss marks and bite marks, while Le Yi’s remained unmarked.

Feeling this was unfair, she bit down on Le Yi’s collarbone.

Le Yi gasped softly, gently pushing Chu Qiao away, but the other woman didn’t budge.

Chu Qiao continued sucking on the bony area until she was satisfied, then lifted her head.

“Sister is mine now.”

Le Yi turned to look at herself in the mirror. An irregular red mark stood out starkly against her pale collarbone.

Chu Qiao grinned and nestled into Le Yi’s arms.

She didn’t know why she was grinning so foolishly, but the thought of Le Yi carrying her mark made her heart flutter with joy.

Rounding up, Sister is mine now.

This is wonderful.

Le Yi, rubbed against repeatedly, felt her desire ignite anew. She naturally demanded her reward.

The water made it easy, but Chu Qiao stiffened visibly, turning to stare at her in disbelief.

Le Yi, showing no remorse, bit her ear and whispered, “You seduced me first.”

Chu Qiao wanted to deny it, but the words shattered before they could form, her voice dissolving into incoherence.

The bathwater rippled, sending waves across the surface. Chu Qiao’s tears mingled with the water, sliding down her cheeks and dripping into the tub.

Le Yi, new to intimacy, knew nothing of restraint. Only when the bathwater turned cold did she finally lift Chu Qiao out of the tub.

Chu Qiao huddled in Le Yi’s arms, drawing warmth from her body. Her eyes were half-closed, and she looked utterly exhausted.

Le Yi reflected on whether she had gone too far, but when Chu Qiao instinctively burrowed deeper into her embrace, she felt it wasn’t enough.

It’s all Chu Qiao’s fault for being so irresistible, she reasoned. I can’t be blamed.

Having justified her actions, she held Chu Qiao close and drifted off to sleep.

Chu Qiao’s last memory was of Le Yi’s fervent lovemaking. Even her dreams were filled with it, but in the dream, Le Yi’s eyes were cold, accusing her of seduction.

Stung by Le Yi’s gaze, Chu Qiao jolted awake, desperately seeking warmth. But the space beside her was cold.

Where did Sister go?

She sat up abruptly, wincing at the soreness radiating from her waist and thighs.

So useless… How could Sister be satisfied?

Chu Qiao’s brow furrowed deeper as she gripped her waist and slid out of bed, pulling on her pajamas.

The door creaked open, and she froze. Le Yi, equally startled, stiffened with her hand still on the doorknob.

Their eyes met, and a storm of emotions surged between them.