Using Beauty to Commit Crimes (Lily ABO) - Chapter 6

“Tonight—I’ve been looking forward to this for a whole month,” Jiang Yan said honestly.

“I can too…” Su Yi hurriedly volunteered herself.

Jiang Yan pressed her thumb against Su Yi’s lips. They were unexpectedly soft. Despite those sharp, aggressive corners that had seemed like they might cut her before she even touched them, the actual sensation was plush and yielding.

“I’m not a pedophile… Yes, yes, I know you just turned sixteen last month,” Jiang Yan added. She wouldn’t admit she had specifically checked. “Strictly speaking, you already have the legal right to consensual sex.”

Her thumb didn’t leave the peak of Su Yi’s lip. Instead, as she spoke, she slowly rubbed it in small circles. The slick, full feel was obscenely good—like it had been coated in glue. It took real effort for Jiang Yan to force that thumb downward.

The plump lower lip practically sprang away from the pad of her finger. Jiang Yan couldn’t help imagining sinking her teeth into it, ravaging it. Her thumb slid past the girl’s chin, grazed the small Adam’s apple, paused briefly, then pressed lightly against her chest.

Beauty breathed softly, the rise and fall beneath Jiang Yan’s finger enticing her. She wanted to tear away that annoyingly luxurious fabric separating her from Beauty’s body, leave ragged strips hanging from those tender, budding breasts like newly opened flower petals. Then she would use her nails to tease those pink tips until she heard exquisite moans and ragged gasps.

Of course, Jiang Yan didn’t do any of that. Instead, she pushed Beauty back to arm’s length.

“You don’t have to do this. I brought you… both of you back here for other reasons.”

Su Yi’s eyes were full of clear disbelief. Jiang Yan almost rolled her eyes. Did she really look that sex-crazed?

“But if you’re offering yourself up on a silver platter… well, that’s not entirely out of the question.”

Just like that—two sentences—and Jiang Yan’s entire demeanor shifted. Su Yi could feel it clearly: she became softer, more seductive. Even her posture grew languid and swaying. The supple curve from waist to hips made Su Yi wonder—how could a waist be so slim and an ass so round and perky at the same time?

The hook at the end of Jiang Yan’s sentences caught right in Su Yi’s chest—sharp, itchy, maddening. Her fingers spasmed and curled involuntarily. Before she even realized it, Su Yi had already nodded.

Jiang Yan smiled.

“Not just anyone gets to climb into my bed.”

“I can.” Su Yi said it without hesitation. She reached straight for Jiang Yan’s ass. Jiang Yan twisted aside effortlessly.

“So eager?” Jiang Yan’s lips curved in a smile, but her eyes were cold. She decided to give this beauty who relied on her looks to run wild a small lesson—let her taste a bit of how harsh the world could be.

After all, she was technically Beauty’s guardian now.

“Do you know how to masturbate?” She jerked her chin toward the curved low table behind Beauty. “Get up there. Cum for me within five minutes.”

Beauty froze. Her mouth parted slightly, eyes darting anxiously across Jiang Yan’s face, clearly not expecting her to go this far.

Jiang Yan retreated to the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, casually pulled over a cushion, and hugged it to her chest. With a secret, unspeakable anticipation hidden inside, she waited quietly.

Of course she hoped Beauty would be scared off—at least rationally, that was what she told herself.

As for her emotions and her body… come on. She was a publicly acknowledged Omega whose brain had been ruined by suppressants and pheromones. Any depraved thought she had was perfectly reasonable!

The room fell so silent that only Beauty’s breathing could be heard—abnormally fast and shallow. Her fingers clutched the hem of her skirt so tightly her fingertips turned white.

She must feel humiliated, Jiang Yan thought with pleasure. Beauties were always proud—no matter the circumstances. Jiang Yan loved that pride, even when it was unnecessary in so many situations.

Pride was a luxury. And she adored luxury most of all.

She couldn’t suppress the rising delight bubbling inside her.