Dragging My Legitimate Elder Sister into the Bed - Chapter 11

Su Qian had a dream that lasted all night.

In the dream, she floated and sank, returning to last night. On the bed, the beauty’s soft breasts were half-exposed, tempting her to pluck them.

She did not force herself to cover Su Xi with the quilt. Instead, she undressed, climbed onto the fragrant bed, gently hugged the beauty’s waist, slowly removed her clothes, caressed her snow-white skin, lifted her jade legs, and slowly sank inside.

She kissed Su Xi’s lips, once again capturing that fleeting cool, soft tip from that day, sucking it into her mouth and drawing out the sweet juices.

The beauty gave her tight, wet, soft wrapping. As she thrust in and out, the beauty seemed half-awake, her beautiful eyes half-closed. When she fucked too hard, the beauty let out soft moans and gently pushed at her shoulder. That soft, yielding resistance was another kind of state that made one sink into madness.

After an uncontrollable storm of frenzied thrusting, Su Qian released all her thick cum into Su Xi’s velvet-like warmth, shooting powerfully and endlessly.

In the final moment, as the soft flesh pushed back and sucked fiercely, heavenly pleasure descended, bone-deep and lingering. Right then, the softly panting beauty beneath her opened a pair of terrifyingly calm eyes.

At the moment she was shooting with all her strength, a chill crawled up her spine.

Su Qian suddenly opened her eyes.

She raised her hand and wiped it across her forehead, covered in fine cold sweat.

The sweat on her front was still scalding hot, but her back was icy cold. Her lower body was wet and sticky, and even the quilt was a complete mess.

She slowly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

It was true that she was Xixi’s ideal partner, but Chen Cang still existed for now. Only after canceling this marriage would she have a chance to enter Xixi’s eyes.

Moreover, Xixi probably hadn’t read the ancestors’ book… or that little booklet. There were things Xixi didn’t understand. This time, perhaps she could teach Xixi something…

Yan Si went to boil water early in the morning again.

Today was a bit strange. After greeting the old lady, her master separated from the Eldest Miss, returned to her room alone, and stayed shut inside studying.

Even lunch was brought into the room for her to eat alone.

She was already a quiet person. Now she was even less noticeable.

Su Xi also felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Although she had only said yesterday that Qianqian should maintain boundaries when interacting with her, today there had been no contact at all, which felt like overcorrection.

She patiently spent several hours with Chen Cang. Taking advantage of the moment when Chen Cang invited her to go out and admire the lanterns later that night, she came to see what Qianqian was doing.

Su Qian was sitting at the table, doing nothing.

She flipped through a few pages of a book, then began pondering how to reject Su Xi’s pre-arranged marriage.

While she was lost in thought, two light knocks came from the door. A figure turned the corner and walked in, stepping against the backlight, her features gradually becoming clear.

“Qianqian.”

The soft, lingering voice from her dream echoed in her ears again — the woman being pressed under her, skin against skin, bodies intertwined in pleasure.

“Qianqian?” Su Xi had already walked up to her and saw her dazed expression when she lowered her head.

Su Qian shifted her gaze away. Her pair of amber eyes refocused on the book.

Su Xi frowned lightly.

It had been the same during morning greetings. When she saw her, she quietly moved her eyes away.

She glanced at the book on the table — it was a reference book for the autumn imperial examination.

After asking a few simple questions, the answers were all perfunctory.

Su Xi looked at her with lowered eyes. After standing quietly for a moment, she reached out as usual and stroked her head.

Su Qian still tilted her head and rubbed against her palm like before. Her hair was soft, and she looked as obedient as ever.

But the weather was hot. Su Xi felt the cheek rubbing against her palm quickly become covered in sticky sweat.

“Why are you so hot?” She took out a handkerchief and wiped Su Qian’s forehead a few times, then reminded her, “If you’re tired, go out for a walk…”

“I’m going out with Young Master Chen tonight to admire the lanterns,” she turned around. “Qianqian, don’t keep reading all the time. Be careful with your eyes…”

Suddenly remembering the man who had been staring at the two sisters yesterday, Su Qian reached out and grabbed her sleeve.

Su Xi was wearing a wide-sleeved long robe today. It fluttered gracefully as she walked, but it was also inconvenient. When Su Qian pulled, her step faltered before she could even take it.

The sleeve swept across the desk, knocking over a pile of books. Pulled by the sleeve, both the person and the books ended up leaning on the table.

Su Qian held her waist and prevented her from falling.

In the chaos, the loose collar slipped open, and the lightly tied waist belt slid gently down from one side.

Su Xi was half-lying on the edge of the table, with Su Qian pressing against her from behind, holding her waist. Light, warm breaths landed on the back of her neck, a little itchy.

Fortunately, she was lying face down. The disheveled collar at her chest and the soft, full curve exposed by her bent waist wouldn’t be seen by Su Qian behind her.

She quietly raised her hand to adjust her collar.

At this moment, wind blew in through the window, flipping the pages on the table noisily.

Among the uniform blue-covered books, the only dark yellow booklet stood out conspicuously.

“I’m fine. Get up first…”

The light, faint voice suddenly stopped. On the yellowish page, a pair of naked Qian-Kun women were reflected — kneeling and lying on a bed, overlapping.

A thick, long cock was inserted into the Kun Ze’s small, tightly contracted pussy hole, sucked so hard that the veins were bulging, clearly extremely pleasurable. The fine splashes of liquid from the slapping flowed down from the Kun Ze’s raised ass, snaking along her tender inner thighs and dripping.

The expressions of both were depicted in exquisite detail. Their slender necks were slightly stretched, saliva trickling down their chins. Their lips were pressed together, fragrant tongues entangled, sucking and licking, fully enjoying the intense battle at this moment…

Their position was strikingly similar to the two of them currently overlapping on the edge of the table, with Su Qian tightly pressed behind her.

Su Xi’s face turned somewhat pale. Certain suppressed images in the depths of her mind suddenly surged, making her tense nerves twitch.

“So this is… the kind of book you’ve been reading?” Her voice turned cold, carrying a barely audible tremble.

The petite body lay beneath her, carrying a faint fragrance. The waist under her hands was slender and soft.

Su Qian felt her suppressed trembling, like a delicate, fragile flower in the wind.

Her ass cheeks were pressed tightly against her lower abdomen. With the slight trembling and the friction of fabric, Su Qian recalled the silky sensation from her dream. Beneath her lower abdomen, the burning thing gradually awakened.

Su Xi’s body stiffened. Her face grew even paler, and her breathing became lighter.

“Su Qian.” Her voice was also soft.

The breathing behind her neck suddenly became heavy. Perhaps sensing her fear, Su Qian reached out and gently covered her eyes.

“Su Qian…”

Under her palm was the faint itch of trembling eyelashes. Su Qian controlled her breathing, pulled her body back slightly, held her waist, and turned her over.

The uncovered half of her face was pale, even her lips had lost their color.

Light returned to her eyes. Su Xi lay on the table, biting her lip tightly. One hand hung weakly at her side. The hand that had been protecting her loose collar had also slipped aside. Her robe was slightly open, revealing a corner of her moon-white chest binder.

There was a moment of stagnant breathing…

Su Qian was extremely close to her. She sniffed the faint fragrance at her neck, then gently sniffed at the soft corner of the chest binder, her eyes slightly dazed.

Then, warm, soft lips landed on the exposed skin.

Su Xi trembled very lightly and suddenly closed her eyes.

On her shoulder, beside her neck…

Every time the light, warm touch landed, Su Xi couldn’t help but shiver.

Until the kiss reached her cheek, Su Xi opened her eyes. Su Qian’s breath lingered at the tip of her nose — light and fast. Their warm breaths tangled together.

Su Qian wanted her kiss. She craved her lips and missed that soft tongue tip she had captured for an instant that day before it quickly slipped away.

She lowered her head.

“Let go—”

Su Xi turned her head to the side, looking toward the window. Her face was pale, and her voice carried coldness.

Su Qian’s lips brushed against her cheek. She could only see her delicate profile.

The wind swept through the treetops. Leaves fell. Light and shadow shifted.

Su Xi slowly propped herself up on her elbows and sat up from the table. Black hair cascaded over her shoulders, swaying lightly.

She reached out, pulled up the clothes that had slipped off her shoulders, and straightened her robe.

The delicate waist belt was tied again. Su Xi’s thin body sat at the edge of the table, straight and resilient, yet faintly revealing vulnerability.

“Move aside.”

The shadow covering her paused for a moment, then slowly retreated.

The green figure looked toward the door, stood up, and walked out.

(Although I didn’t get to eat Sister, I still want to beg for pearls…)