"Ah—!"
After a moment of heated friction, the impatient Sun Zhe thrust like a dragon! With a long cry from Ye Qiao, the tight, textured, moist heat wrapped around him, sending Sun Zhe to the heavens in a wave of endless pleasure.
At the same time, he felt a cool, gentle aura enter his body, balancing the searing Yang Qi within him. Soon after, he sensed a mysterious energy rising from his core. As this energy swelled, Sun Zhe felt his body growing stronger, as if he possessed an inexhaustible supply of strength. He became as tireless as a workhorse, laboriously tilling the fertile ground.
It was a night of madness, with the plum blossoms blooming several times over. Only when he was utterly exhausted did Sun Zhe drowsily fall asleep.
「The next morning.」
When Sun Zhe woke up, the young woman was gone. The messy room was still filled with the cloying "fragrance" of photinia flowers. The few long strands of hair strewn across the pillow and the torn black stockings hanging from the foot of the bed proved that the events of last night were no dream.
Sun Zhe sat up, a faint memory of his own frenzied state from the night before causing a wave of complex emotions to wash over him. He threw back the covers, about to swing his legs out of bed, but froze.
On the white sheet was a large, dried stain with a conspicuous patch of crimson at its center, accompanied by a single, lone curled hair.
"Holy shit… Is this maiden's blood?" he muttered. "No way! It was her first time too?!"
Sun Zhe stared, finding it hard to believe. His expression grew increasingly complicated.
After leaving the massage parlor, Sun Zhe followed the address his grandfather had given him to Ping'an District, where he found Room 402 in Unit 5. Standing at the door, he suddenly felt a surge of nervousness. He recalled his grandfather mentioning that after his parents divorced, his father had married a new, young, and beautiful wife.
Now that he was here to rely on his father, he couldn't help but wonder if this stepmother he'd never met would look down on him.
After hesitating for a good while, Sun Zhe finally pressed the doorbell.
A moment later, the sound of footsteps approached from within. The person on the other side seemed very cautious, however, and did not open the door right away.
"Who are you looking for?" a sweet but tense voice asked from behind the door.
The voice sounded oddly familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. Brushing the thought aside, Sun Zhe replied, "I'm looking for Sun Wei. Does he live here?"
There was a brief silence before the sweet voice spoke again. "What is Sun Wei to you?"
"He's my dad," Sun Zhe answered.
CLICK.
The words had barely left his mouth when the door swung open, revealing a graceful figure. Sun Zhe looked up, about to offer a greeting, but the next moment, he was completely frozen.
"Why… What are you doing here?!"
He never would have imagined that the person opening the door would be the stunning beauty from the previous night.
The sleepy-eyed Ye Qiao opened the door and saw Sun Zhe, her drowsiness vanishing instantly. She stood stunned, frozen in place. She never imagined that the man who had been as wild as a beast last night would find his way here! Was I followed?
At that moment, the air seemed to fall silent. Their eyes met, gazes trembling, and for a long time, neither of them spoke.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Qiao finally broke the silence after a long pause.
Sun Zhe's face turned beet red, and he quickly averted his gaze, unable to look her in the eye. Ye Qiao lowered her head, her own face flushing involuntarily.
Sun Zhe snuck a glance at her and asked tentatively, "Um… is this Sun Wei's house?"
Ye Qiao, still not daring to look at him, gave a slight nod.
This made Sun Zhe even more nervous. He asked cautiously, "Then… may I ask who you are to him?"
"I'm his daughter."
Her words struck Sun Zhe like a bolt of lightning. It felt as if something had just exploded in his mind, leaving a deafening buzz. I'm his son, and you're his daughter… What does that make us?! My God!
Sun Zhe lamented inwardly, slapping his forehead. He just wanted to turn around and leave, pretending he had never come.
Seeing his reaction, Ye Qiao's face grew even redder. Guessing what he was thinking, she hurriedly explained, "I'm not his biological daughter. My surname is Ye."
Sun Zhe was stunned for a moment, and then it all clicked. It turned out that his father's new wife had brought her own daughter into the marriage. This meant that Ye Qiao was not his biological sister!
"Are you really his son?" Ye Qiao asked.
"Yeah!" Sun Zhe quickly put down the woven plastic bag he was carrying, pulled out a letter, and handed it to her. Tucked inside was a photograph.
In the photo, a young and handsome Sun Wei was holding a baby in split-crotch pants.
Ye Qiao took the letter and photo, recognizing the man as Sun Wei. But when her eyes landed on the baby in the split-crotch pants, a memory surfaced, and her neck involuntarily turned crimson. She desperately wanted to know what on earth such a little sprout had eaten to grow so enormous. It was terrifying!
Sighing to herself, Ye Qiao recalled the previous night's nightmare, a shiver of lingering fear running through her.
"Um… change your shoes and come in. Don't just stand outside."
"Oh."
Sun Zhe quickly changed his shoes and followed obediently behind her. He noticed she was walking strangely, as if her leg was injured, and he suddenly felt a pang of guilt. He knew her "leg injury" was his fault. In that moment, he was filled with self-blame.
But at the time, he had practically lost his mind. He figured that since he had paid, he had to get his money's worth. So, he hadn't held back, showing no mercy as he just tilled the field with frenzied abandon.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Ye Qiao finished reading the letter and said, "He actually used to talk about you a lot."
"Is that so."
Ye Qiao glanced at Sun Zhe, her face blushing as she added, "My mom and he were both on their second marriage. My mom already had me when she got together with him."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe scratched his head and gave an awkward smile. He naturally understood what she was really trying to say… that they weren't related by blood!
The air fell silent once again.
Ye Qiao snuck another glance at Sun Zhe and whispered, "Um… about last night, please don't tell anyone."
"Don't worry," Sun Zhe said quickly. "I would never spread something like that around. It would ruin my reputation too!"
Hearing this, Ye Qiao wanted to roll her eyes at him. You went to a place like that to solicit someone, and you have the nerve to care about your reputation? Still, as the one who'd been solicited, she was in no position to complain. They were both in the same boat.
Just then, Sun Zhe changed the subject. "By the way, where's Auntie?"
"My mom went out to buy groceries. She'll be back soon."
"Alright then."
Ye Qiao suddenly stood up. "Um… this is your home too, so you don't have to be so formal. I'm going to go get some more sleep. I didn't sleep well last night."
"Uh, okay. You go sleep."
Watching her retreating back, Sun Zhe thought to himself, It'd be a miracle if you slept well after a night like that.
As he replayed the enticing scenes from the previous night in his mind, Sun Zhe suddenly felt a reaction. His pants felt like they were about to burst as the Yang Qi in his body surged once more.
"Damn it, not again!"
He realized that ever since he started his Cultivation of the Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique, his desires and needs had become extremely intense. He was constantly thinking about women. He suddenly felt that he might not be able to live without women in the future.
But where was he supposed to find a woman now? He couldn't possibly turn to Ye Qiao, could he? She was his sister, after all! Even if they weren't blood-related, he still couldn't bring himself to do it!
Sun Zhe gritted his teeth, glanced around, and then shot up and ran to the bathroom.
Once inside, he quickly stripped naked and turned on the shower, letting the cold water pour over his body to try and calm his little buddy down. After more than ten minutes under the cold spray, his little brother finally started to behave.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of his sorry state in the mirror and noticed his shoulders were covered in bite marks and scratches—all of Ye Qiao's handiwork. He once again recalled the frenzy of the previous night, and little Sun Zhe couldn't help but rise again, pointing defiantly at the heavens!
Damn it, Sun Zhe, you're a lost cause! That's your sister, and you're actually fantasizing about her...
Crying out bitterly in his heart, Sun Zhe had no choice but to keep the cold shower running. Now, whenever he even thought of a woman, his little buddy would get feisty. It was unstoppable!
WHOOSH!
Unexpectedly, at that very moment, the bathroom's sliding door was pulled open. A pleasant, mature woman's voice called from the doorway.
"Qiaoqiao, why are you taking a shower this early in the morning? Hurry and move aside, Mommy needs to use the toilet."
Before Sun Zhe could react, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman hurry into the bathroom. Without even glancing at him, she lifted her skirt, pulling down her sheer nude stockings and lace panties to her knees. This revealed a vast, dark panorama beneath, as if she was truly in a desperate rush for the toilet.