"I’m begging you, let me finish this call first, okay?"

The elegant lady’s face was pale with panic, utterly helpless.

"Once I’m done, I’ll accept any punishment without complaint!"

Gujiajia knew this plea was unreasonable—but she had no other choice.

Watching Gujiajia’s expression and the incoming call flashing on the phone screen, Su Qingshan suddenly had an idea.

"Hey, sis! Why’d it take you so long to pick up?"

The voice on the other end bubbled with youthful energy, playfully scolding—a tone reserved only for the closest family.

"Just… busy," Gujiajia replied, her voice strained. The excited girl didn’t notice.

"Sis, how have you been lately?"

"Fine."

"You don’t have to work so hard. I’m here for you! Are you juggling multiple jobs again?"

Hearing the clipped replies, the younger sister’s heart ached.

Her sister single-handedly kept their entire sect running. She’d failed to help for so long…

Guilt pricked at her.

But soon—she’d finally make it up to her!

Excitement flared, swelling with proud anticipation.

"Sis! I’ve got huge news—a *massive* surprise! Wanna guess?"

"Heh… how could I possibly guess?" Gujiajia’s voice crackled, fragmented.

The younger sister frowned. Bad signal?

But the connection had been clear earlier.

Or… was her sister hiding something?

Too thrilled to dwell, she blurted: "Ta-da! I’m coming home soon! I’ll share your burdens—you must be so happy!"

Her laughter radiated warmth like sunlight piercing storm clouds.

*She’s coming back? But—*

Gujiajia’s voice turned urgent. "Don’t worry about me. I found a good job. Just focus on your studies—"

A muffled gasp cut her off. She clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Jiejie? What’s wrong?" The sister’s worried voice spilled from the speaker.

In the spacious villa, the curvaceous lady knelt before a floor-length mirror, clothes disheveled.

Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, pale thighs gleaming in the daylight.

Perched on a chair, legs crossed, the cool-eyed girl leaned forward. Her slender hand slipped beneath the rumpled skirt.

Gujiajia trembled, flushed and breathless, propping herself up with one shaking arm.

Her other hand pressed tightly over her lips, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Jiejie? *Jiejie!*"

No reply. The voice grew frantic.

"...Nothing!" Gujiajia gritted out, holding her breath.

One shaky inhale, and her moans would betray her.

Su Qingshan held the phone to Gujiajia’s ear, whispering:

"Big sister, your little sister’s worried. Won’t you chat a while longer?"

Gujiajia shuddered, teeth clenched.

Her nipples stung under rough handling—a sharp pain twisting into forbidden pleasure.

*Why does my body feel like this?*

The girl’s icy breath ghosted over her ear. Gujiajia’s vision blurred, reality fading.

Only that maddening touch remained, magnified a thousandfold.

"Jiejie, *tell me* what’s happening! Don’t scare me!"

The sister’s voice pleaded, desperate to fly to her side.

Su Qingshan smirked silently, settling back with regal arrogance.

Barefoot in black stockings, she hooked Gujiajia’s skirt with her toes, dragging it higher.

Cool air kissed exposed skin.

Gujiajia burned under that piercing gaze—humiliation flooding her as her body lay bare. Yet she forced calm for her sister’s sake.

"It’s… nothing. I almost knocked something over."

Her voice fractured between gasps.

Long sentences were impossible now.

The girl’s stockinged foot traced her navel, glided up defined abs, then climbed higher—

The silken pressure felt utterly alien, yet devastatingly clear.

A fist tangled in Gujiajia’s ink-black hair.

Su Qingshan yanked her head up, smile cruel.

In the mirror, Gujiajia saw her lips form silent words:

*Watch yourself now. NO. LOWERING. YOUR. HEAD.*

The unspoken command crushed her.

Scalp stinging, she met the girl’s glacial stare in the glass.

Her own reflection stared back—flushed cheeks, dewy eyes, bitten lips gone white.

Clothes askew, cleavage spilling from her torn undergarment. Black-stockinged feet toyed with the valley between her breasts.

Sight and sensation merged, shattering her composure. Her body betrayed her further.

"You sure?" The sister’s doubt cut through the haze.

Gujiajia shook her head fiercely, hair spilling wildly—a ravaged beauty.

Trapped between the call and the torment, pleasure and shame warred inside her.

"I’m *fine*," she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Earlier—you said you’re coming back?" She seized the topic, desperate to deflect.

"Yeah! I’ve learned so much! I’ll finally help you, sis!" The girl’s joy returned.

"And I’m bringing a *huge* gift!" Pride laced her voice. To her trusted sister, she was still that innocent child, eager to share every triumph.

*She’ll be so happy…*

*Hehe. But I won’t spoil the surprise!*

"Good," Gujiajia managed a light laugh, not asking about the gift.

Not even offering to pick her up.