Dragging My Legitimate Elder Sister into the Bed - Chapter 10

Su Xi did not reply.

In fact, she couldn’t think of any words to refute it.

Su Huan was right. The Su family’s study pavilion was both a fortune and a shackle.

Seeing who it was, Chen Cang’s eyes brightened.

“This is…” He looked at Su Huan, then at Su Xi.

“Second Miss of the Su family, Su Huan.”

Before Su Xi could speak, Su Huan introduced herself. She didn’t want to hear words like “concubine-born sister” come from Su Xi’s mouth.

Su Xi nodded without deliberately clarifying to Chen Cang.

Chen Cang was well aware of how many legitimate daughters the Su family had.

Sure enough, upon hearing “Second Miss,” Chen Cang roughly understood that she was not Su Xi’s full-blooded sister. He simply performed a greeting.

However, the young girl who had come stepping through the flowers wore a light pink dress that fluttered in the wind. Her face was like pink cherry blossoms, fresh and alluring. Even if she was concubine-born, Chen Cang couldn’t really blame her for interrupting like this.

He had now seen two of the Su family’s three daughters. Both girls had outstanding appearances, vivid and distinct, very pleasing to the eye. He wondered what the remaining daughter looked like.

Chen Cang smiled, thinking that coming here today was truly worth it. This was far more delightful than any woman from a brothel.

Su Huan clearly hadn’t just passed by accidentally. After she arrived, Su Xi spoke very little. Su Xi enjoyed a rare moment of peace as she listened to Su Huan cheerfully calling “Brother Chen” and “Brother Cang” nonstop.

On the other side, it was “Little Sister Xixi,” “Little Sister Huan’er,” and “Two Little Sisters” being thrown around. They were having a great time…

Even when simply exchanging a few words, being called “Sister” this and “Sister” that made Su Xi feel as if ants were crawling all over her body.

These two… really seemed like they belonged together…

With the constant chatter in her ears, Su Huan and Chen Cang drew closer and closer, growing more and more affectionate. Su Xi silently moved two steps away from Chen Cang, but Chen Cang was attentive and kept moving toward her again.

She couldn’t avoid it. Su Huan even pressed closer, squeezing and bumping. Su Xi’s shoulder was quietly knocked, causing her to tilt toward the side of the path and nearly fall.

Su Xi never expected she would suffer such a ridiculous hidden loss…

She had experienced the same trick many times as a child, but back then Su Huan was just a little brat who couldn’t knock her down, so she didn’t bother arguing. She didn’t expect her to still be so childish now that they were older.

Chen Cang reached out to help, but Su Huan pretended to have sprained her ankle and pulled him back with an “Ouch!”

Su Xi was about to raise her hand to steady herself when a familiar faint fragrance suddenly appeared. She was caught by something and fell into a soft, sweet-scented embrace.

The familiar scent. A warm neck pressed against her ear.

Her nose bumped into the girl’s thin shoulder, hurting a little.

“Sister, are you okay?”

Su Qian held her waist and supported her elbow to help her stand.

The woman in her arms had skin as smooth as water. The tip of her nose was red, probably from the pain. Even her usually calm eyes were glistening with moisture, rippling like autumn waters.

Su Qian stared at her for a long time.

Su Xi recovered and stood steadily with her help, saying, “I’m fine.”

Chen Cang freed himself from Su Huan and walked over quickly.

“Xixi, are you alright?”

…Xixi?

After Chen Cang expressed his concern, he looked up and suddenly met a pair of amber eyes.

Su Xi said again that she was fine, then asked Su Qian, “Qianqian, why are you here?”

Su Qian shifted her gaze, reached out to gently touch the still-red tip of her nose, and casually took her hand.

“I happened to meet the servants Aunt sent to deliver fruit, so I came along to take a look.”

The two stood together hand in hand — one in plain green, one in light white; one quiet and graceful, one gentle and obedient. They were similar in height and had similar features. Even their expressions softened toward each other as they spoke.

A clear breeze blew over, blending their two faint scents and sending them into Chen Cang’s nose. For a moment, he was intoxicated and stared in a daze.

The Su family’s three daughters were truly all extraordinary.

Su Qian picked a cherry tomato from the fruit basket behind her and brought it to Su Xi’s lips, asking softly, “Thirsty?”

Su Xi paused, then opened her mouth and took the fruit.

For a moment, the bright red fruit contrasted with her red lips, and slender fingers brushed against her cheek.

After moistening her lips, Su Xi came back to her senses. Realizing the guest hadn’t eaten yet while she had, it felt impolite.

Seeing that she had quenched her thirst, Su Qian took the fruit basket from the maid, walked a few steps toward Chen Cang, her light white skirt swaying gently. She looked up at him and said, “Excuse me, please help yourself.”

At this moment, all three Su daughters’ gazes were on him. Chen Cang felt his bones go soft. He randomly grabbed something and threw it into his mouth, praising, “Delicious… so sweet…”

He didn’t notice the sourness mixed with the sweetness in his mouth. He only kept staring at Su Qian’s face, noting how her brows and eyes resembled Su Xi’s.

Su Qian glanced at him but didn’t remind him. She walked past him and shoved the heavy fruit basket into Su Huan’s hands, then turned back to Su Xi’s side.

Su Huan held the heavy basket, stomped her foot, bit her lip, and walked to Chen Cang’s side with it. She whispered, “Young Master Chen, although the grapes have been washed, it’s better to peel them…”

“…It’s fine. I’ve loved eating grape skins since I was young.”

Chen Cang forced the words out. Thinking he had feasted his eyes enough today but had lost face, he pretended to look at the distant sky and claimed it was getting late, then bid farewell.

Su Huan, unable to carry the heavy basket, pinched her arm, flicked her sleeve, and left. Su Qian sat with Su Xi in the room for a while before returning to her own room.

Dusk approached. The setting sun hung low.

After dinner, Su Qian sat at her desk and opened the dark yellow booklet in front of her.

However, the moment her eyes fell on it, her amber pupils contracted.

She glanced at the cover again. The two wild, cursive characters “Perfect Union” still danced flamboyantly across it.

Su Qian’s breathing hitched for a moment. The image of last night’s half-exposed, soft, fragrant breasts lying horizontally on the bed appeared in her mind.

Cloud-like soft snow, piled into peaks. Cherry red dots adorned them, faintly blushing. Like the bowl of alluring, dripping cherry ice cream she usually ate.

Her gaze refocused on the booklet.

The first page showed a pair of completely naked Qian-Kun women.

The Kun Ze woman’s beautifully shaped fragrant breasts trembled as they were held in the Qian Yuan woman’s palms. The Qian woman’s red lips were slightly parted as she looked down obsessively at the Kun Ze’s soft, clean pussy, which was dripping steadily, forming little leaks…

The Kun Ze was petite. The Qian Yuan woman’s arms wrapped around her waist, seemingly holding her entirely in her embrace.

The half-turned body vaguely covered the Kun Ze woman’s two graceful arms. One hand reached upward, fondling the Qian Yuan woman’s perky breasts. The other hand reached downward, with three fingers circling and gently playing with the swollen, fair cock.

The most erotic part was how the Kun Ze woman’s hand gripping the cock had turned around. She used her pinky, ring finger, and thumb to circle it, while her other two fingers poked toward the hidden little source behind the Qian Yuan’s cock.

Transparent fluid flowed from that little source, running down her middle finger toward her palm, gathering into a small pool. The excess overflowed onto her wrist…

It looked like the Qian Yuan woman had a beauty in her arms, but in reality, her upper body, lower body, front and back were completely controlled by the petite Kun Ze woman. She was lost in pleasure, drowning in waves of ecstasy.

One could even imagine the Qian Yuan woman unable to resist licking and kissing the Kun Ze’s body. Her cock wanted to thrust in and explore, but the petite girl pushed her away, playing with her cock and teasing the source hole, making her unbearably itchy…

Su Qian’s breathing grew slightly rapid. Although she remembered her sister’s half-exposed soft breasts from last night, seeing such explicit teasing now made her wonder why she had been willing to leave at the time.

If it were Sister, would she hold and play with her cock like the Kun Ze in the picture?

Su Xi’s face gradually appeared over the yellowish illustration — her quiet, misty eyes, pink cheeks, slightly parted red lips… and that crystal-clear, reddish nose tip from today. Perhaps her eyes should also be glistening with moisture…

Under the skirt of the girl at the desk, a bulge slowly rose. Although her breathing was slightly hurried and a faint blush colored her cheeks, making her look a little drunk, her amber eyes only rippled with shallow waves.

Turning to the second page, the Kun Ze woman was clinging to the Qian Yuan woman’s shoulders, brows slightly furrowed, her expression a mix of pleasure and pain. She was held up by her ass, carried at the Qian Yuan’s waist.

Her two slender legs were wrapped around the Qian Yuan’s waist. At the point of connection, the cock had finally entered her hole — thick, swollen, and round, half in and half out. It was unclear whether it was about to thrust deeper or pulling back to build momentum…

Dripping fluids coated the cock, running down her thighs. They mixed with the fluids overflowing from the Qian Yuan woman’s own little source behind her, flowing together down her straight, bare thighs to her calves and feet…

Su Qian had never experienced the ultimate pleasure of thrusting into a Kun Ze’s hole, but she remembered the mind-blowing sensation when Su Xi held and gently rubbed her newly emerged cock on the day she differentiated. She also remembered the dizzying feeling of ecstasy when she shot out while sucking on Su Xi’s tongue…

And the trembling contraction when Su Xi gently touched and wiped her source hole with a handkerchief.

Su Qian didn’t have time to look at the later pages carefully. She only vaguely glanced at the small titles marked above: “Fishing the Moon from the Sea,” “Ants Climbing the Tree,” “Fairy Inserting Flowers,” “Hanging Upside Down on a Golden Hook”…

However, their explanations were quite different from what Su Xi had taught her.

She pressed her hand down on the cock that had risen under her, even through the thin skirt. Yet the sensation was vastly different from when Su Xi had held it.

With a little force, she stubbornly pressed the bulge down. Su Qian slipped the booklet between a stack of books and called Yan Si to prepare bathwater for her.

(The front storyline has been dragged out too long. There’s still some distance before the sex scenes. Just treat the earlier parts as Jinjiang-style clean writing…)