To Covet (GL) - Chapter 69

“Yu Zhouwan.” I pressed against her knee, chewing on her name, “Sister…” as if murmuring in baby talk.

“Mhm…?”

Yu Zhouwan was a little cold. She huddled up, wrapping her arms around her chest. The continuous curve of her calves, ankles, and protruding soft bones was visible. Under the steam of the hot water, the blue veins beneath her skin gradually showed.

“Are you going to join me for a bath?”

Being naked in front of each other had become a habit, yet her body and words still held sufficient temptation for me, compelling self-submission and almost superstitious obedience.

Even though I clearly understood that today’s threat was nothing more than an insignificant crack, the truly devastating collapse would relentlessly approach with time, until it suddenly arrived at some point.

Sensing my hesitation, Yu Zhouwan slowly placed her feet on the floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing me against her taut lower abdomen.

“Keyi, do you like Big Sister?” The stream of water she scooped up trickled from her palm onto the back of my hand.

The conversation from the day and the scene of that kiss intertwined. My brief distraction and hesitation were, in her eyes, equivalent to denial.

Yu Zhouwan let go of me and sat in the bathtub, only her shoulders visible above the water. A few strands of her hair had come loose from the bun. Her body’s curves in the water were distorted by the light and ripples.

Before I could remove my last piece of clothing, her wet arm hooked around my waist. The splashing water cleverly covered our gasps during a deep kiss.

For a moment, I doubted, even believed, that all this entanglement was a deliberate seduction. Yet, knowing it was the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden, I still chose to eat it.

My clothes were already soaked, but my mind grew increasingly chaotic. I pushed her arm away, somewhat difficultly cutting and tearing through this viscous bond, and fled the bathroom.

A cold shiver hit me. I looked down and saw that my clothes, top to bottom, didn’t have a single dry spot.

Deep down, I was probably afraid, knowing I shouldn’t indulge in a relationship based on venting desires and making love with my own sister—a pleasure devoid of any rationality.

Even though a voice within me wantonly screamed for me to forcefully drag it into the sunlight and enjoy the stinging burn.

My head was hazy from the steam of the bathroom. I peeled a mandarin orange, intending to go back to my room and dry off the water on my body, but the unfamiliar furnishings in front of me made me realize I had pushed open the wrong door.

Yu Zhouwan’s room was just like her: impeccably neat and clean at first glance. Yet, only I knew the quietly decaying parts within—the cotton rope hidden in the drawer, the low-temperature candles with their rich fragrance, and the leather choker clipped between thick book pages.

I took off my clothes, pulled a large towel from her wardrobe to dry the water on my body and hair. Looking at my naked self in the full-length mirror, I sniffed my arm. It had already taken on the same pleasant scent as her skin.

At this moment, under the catalysis of the scent, the psychological need of my hidden fetish was satisfied. Just as I had tracked her movements and peeked at her intimate acts with others countless times, the moment I stepped into this room, I began greedily inhaling her scent, wanting to shrink down and crawl into her closet.

The satisfaction of being a voyeur surged again, swallowing the apprehension and alertness that co-existed with my reason.

I changed into her loose-fitting shirt—the one Yu Zhouwan often wore as a nightgown. It wasn’t actually that big; it fit just right, and the length only covered my thighs.

My lower body and underwear were already off, my private areas bare. The soaked shirt clung to me, conforming to the curves of my abdomen, the erect tips of my breasts peaking into small cones. I sat on the chair and slowly ate the sugar-sweet mandarin oranges.

The lingering scent on me quickly faded after switching hosts.

I scrolled through messages and trashy videos on my phone, still unable to successfully distract myself, like an animal deprived of a food source, unsatisfied by the faint scent.

Driven by this hunger, I pushed open the bathroom door once more.

Yu Zhouwan was still sitting quietly in the tub, leaning half-reclined against the wall. Unlike the deliberate seduction earlier, the hot water soaking made her drowsy and tired. Noticing me enter, she merely lifted her eyes slightly and then dozed off again.

“Sister.”

Yu Zhouwan opened her eyes, habitually trying to turn her head, but I covered her eyes, blindfolding her. My hand smoothed over her bun, drawing down a few strands of hair and tucking them behind her ear. I felt her ear, which was hotter than the water below her.

“Sister, I want to watch,” I squeezed her wrist, placing a section of cotton rope in her palm and closing her hand around it. “Sister hasn’t used the rope in a while. Is it because Little Sister has been satisfying you lately, so you don’t need it anymore?”

I turned on the faucet. Hot water gushed out, quickly raising the temperature.

Yu Zhouwan, pinching the rope, hesitated for a moment. Her skin was flushed an enticing rosy pink. When I touched and massaged her scalded legs and feet, her fragile, sensitive limbs instantly retracted. While clearly resisting, it effortlessly showed the hidden desire to be teased further beneath the surface, hinting for the provocation to continue.

“Where should we start?” Her other free hand constantly groped around until it touched my finger resting on the edge of the tub.

“Huh? Is Sister asking me? Didn’t you usually play by yourself?”

“I don’t know what kind you like to watch…” She wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, seeking dependence after losing her sight, but more like hinting for me to immerse myself in the water with her. “Starting with my legs, okay?”

She felt for the rope and tied a knot around her ankle. Because she had been soaking in the water for too long, the friction and slight tightening of the rope caused her a small amount of pain and strain, eliciting a soft “Mhm.”

I slowly sat into the water. The splashing water hit her thigh flesh. Yu Zhouwan stopped groping, and I grasped her hand. The cold touch made her shoulder twitch, but she didn’t shake me off until it warmed up.

The sound of the running water was noisy. Unless I was close enough to her, I wouldn’t have heard her gasping and the humming drawn out in her throat.

I intentionally squeezed the knot to prevent her from tying the rope, crudely forcing my hand through the space between the rope and her skin. Pressed tight against her calf, the rope was pulled even tighter, creating a deep indentation. The skin between the layers of rope was pushed out even more prominently.

“Sister, teach me,” my reckless actions messed up a series of knots. Only the stack around her ankle was intact. “I’ll retie it for you.”

I was only wearing her shirt. It wasn’t very loose, fitting me just right, and the length barely covered my thighs. My lower body and underwear were already removed. My private areas were completely bare. The soaked shirt clung to me, conforming to the curves of my abdomen, my erect nipples pushing up small cones.

She grasped my finger, slowly guiding it through the rope, tying a knot, and then pushing my fingertip out of the knot.

As I pulled my finger back, I intentionally tugged the surrounding rope to tighten the knot. Her nose crinkled lightly from the pain. Her nose tip rested against the hollow of my neck. She whispered breathlessly, “It hurts so much.”