Using Beauty to Commit Crimes (Lily ABO) - Chapter 7

Jiang Yan’s fingers, which had been tapping steadily against the edge of the bed, finally stopped. Beauty gave a sharp shudder. She glanced sideways at the clock—three minutes had already passed. Jiang Yan let out a long breath, unsure whether she felt relieved or disappointed. Still, her kinder side decided not to torment the little beauty any further.

“It’s getting late. Time for little kids to go to bed.”

Jiang Yan stood and headed toward the bathroom. The female Alpha’s pheromones clung to her body, that strange sweet scent making her head spin.

As she passed Su Yi, Jiang Yan couldn’t resist reaching out to pat her head. Her fingers slipped into the fluffy, glossy black hair, gently combing through it. The soft strands tickled her palm, sending a pleasant shiver up her arm. Jiang Yan felt as though she were touching real clouds.

“I’m not a little kid!” Beauty reacted as if she’d been lashed with a whip. She jerked her head out from under Jiang Yan’s hand and glared at her fiercely.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, looking as though this shameless adult was about to bully her to tears.

Jiang Yan’s heart melted instantly—softened into a wad of tissue soaked in water, still pretending to hold its shape while the fibers inside were already on the verge of disintegrating.

“You’re really crying?” She reached out and pulled Su Yi into her arms. Misjudging the girl’s height, she accidentally bumped Su Yi’s nose bridge against her own collarbone.

Both of them hissed at the same time. Beauty began struggling violently, but Jiang Yan held her tightly, murmuring meaningless soothing sounds while her other hand rubbed slow circles over the girl’s back.

“I was just teasing. Don’t be mad. Getting angry will ruin your beauty.”

She was still using that condescending tone one uses with small children, completely unaware that it was driving Su Yi to the brink of explosion.

“Want a cup of hot milk? Or maybe a lemon tart? After you finish, I’ll take you back to bed, okay?”

“No!” Su Yi shrieked. She felt like she was suffocating against Jiang Yan’s chest. The sharp, crisp holly-wood scent of Jiang Yan’s pheromones wrapped around her like an all-encompassing net. On top of that, those two soft mounds were pressing directly against her face. Even her ears turned crimson.

Su Yi couldn’t help but take a deep, secret breath—quiet, imperceptible. She loved this scent. It was the first time she’d smelled it, and she knew instantly: this was Jiang Yan’s pheromone.

Suddenly Beauty stopped struggling. Her ears blazing red, she clung to Jiang Yan’s body. Jiang Yan’s fingers brushed across her earlobe; Beauty gave a tiny shiver. Then she lifted her head and pushed herself away.

Roughly, she lifted the elaborate hem of her skirt. Her thighs flashed briefly in Jiang Yan’s vision. Before Jiang Yan could savor the sight, a piece of checkered fabric slipped from between the folds of the skirt and fell to the floor at Su Yi’s feet.

Jiang Yan noticed it was a pair of panties.

“Ready to start? I can reset the timer for you.”

With that, Jiang Yan calmly returned to her “spectator seat,” watching with keen interest for whatever would happen next.

She felt like she was five years old again—brimming with anticipation so strong she couldn’t sit still. Her fingers unconsciously picked at the embroidered pattern on the cushion.

Beauty’s fingers were long; their movements carried a bizarre, almost surreal aesthetic grace. One by one, she undid the intricate buttons and ribbons at the front of her dress.

Jiang Yan noticed that Beauty’s eyes didn’t know where to land. They drifted aimlessly through the thin air for a long while before finally settling—briefly—on Jiang Yan’s face. But the moment their gazes met, they fluttered away like a startled butterfly.

The nightgown slid to the floor, pooling around the now-naked girl’s ankles. She stood with her head slightly bowed, like a flower bud just beginning to open.

Her body was beautiful. Many people only look good when clothed; stripping them bare reveals hidden flaws. But Su Yi had none.

She was like a jade statue the Creator had spent painstaking effort carving. Jiang Yan’s gaze lingered on her, unable to tear away. Those tender, immature breasts and flat little stomach made her want to lean in and kiss them, to leave crimson marks—her marks—on that skin.

Her eyes traveled lower. She couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. She even felt like whistling.

Beauty hadn’t lied—her size really was impressive. Compared to her still-developing, slender frame, it looked almost disproportionately large.

And even her cock was pretty: soft and docile, hanging between her legs in deep pink, surrounded at the base by sparse, fine hair—youthful yet unmistakably erotic.

Su Yi took two steps back and stepped up onto the low table. Her hand moved between her legs. Jiang Yan’s gaze landed on her like sparks. She felt it—Beauty sucked in a sharp breath, as though the air had lodged like a stone in her chest. Yet her cock began to slowly fill and harden, inch by inch.