【I don't want to be my older sister's cute pet】(1)

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Chapter 1
The school bell rang throughout the small, somewhat historic schoolyard.
Groups of vibrant, youthful boys and girls poured out of the wide-open gates, calling to each other, whispering amongst themselves, their chatter
filling the air with youthful energy and color.
A tall, slender boy from the East walked silently at the back of the group. His black hair and eyes
stood out among the Westerners, but what was most striking was his serene demeanor. Walking alone, without classmates
or friends, his dark winter school uniform gave him an air of aristocratic elegance.
Fair skin, clean black hair, deep, unadulterated obsidian eyes, a cool
and aloof expression, slightly pursed lips—his youthful face possessed a mysterious, serene beauty.
He strolled leisurely, passing through the school gate, turning left, walking a hundred meters to a subway
entrance, taking the subway for fifteen minutes, and then walking for five minutes to a
clean, old five-story apartment building.
Low-hanging, dark cumulonimbus clouds thickened, the wind whistling past their edges bringing a strong sense of desolation.
Parisian winters are damp but not particularly cold, but recently the temperature had dropped sharply, and the air was thick with
the oppressive feeling of an impending downpour. The
old apartment building wasn't tall, but there was no elevator. He climbed directly to the third floor, reaching
a large wooden door at the end of the long corridor on the right. He pressed the security code next to the door; after a crisp "beep,"
he pushed it open, revealing a warm interior.
The circulating heating system was cozy, keeping out the outside cold, and the soft orange candlelight
illuminated the luxurious and exquisite furnishings beautifully. A sweet and fragrant aroma filled the air.
A complex emotion flickered in the bright young man's eyes as he caught sight of a pair of disheveled gold high heels in the entryway
.
Continuing inside, three large, unopened suitcases lay haphazardly arranged, their gold-
embossed lettering—symbols of wealth and extravagance—arrogantly glaring. The baggage tags on his luggage were still attached.
Sure enough.
He sighed softly as he walked further into the space. Luxurious furs, a bright red dress
, and black stockings were scattered haphazardly along the path from the living room to the bedroom. A beautiful, sexy black lace bra was carelessly tossed onto the sofa armrest, and a pair of thin, smooth silk panties of the same style 　　lay brazenly
on the doormat in the half-open bedroom . 　　The figure, who had been walking slowly, paused almost imperceptibly at the door. A few seconds later, the door was 　　gently opened by a slender hand. 　　The bedroom resembled a battlefield, cluttered with miscellaneous items. Skincare and 　　cosmetic products lay scattered haphazardly on the dressing table. Amidst the chaos, the soft, rhythmic breathing of a beautiful woman on the snow-white bed emanated from the room. 　　Beneath the silk sheets and blankets, a patch of skin shone with a translucent, milky smoothness, tempting one to reach out 　　and touch it. Her toes, sculpted like white jade, had pink nails like blooming petals extending from her slender ankles 　　. Her shapely calves connected to her snow-white thighs, long and alluring beneath the thin blankets. The 　　elegant, undulating curves of her figure could not be concealed. Beneath the blankets, her alluring, full breasts 　　trembled slightly with each breath, their deep cleavage subtly quivering. 　　Her long, glossy black hair cascaded freely like seaweed across the pristine white pillows. Her profile was alluring and beautiful, with curled, 　　high eyelashes, a pretty, straight nose, and luscious, fresh lips. The alluring female body lying on the bed 　　possessed the innocent sleeping face of a little girl, breathtaking even in her deep sleep. 　　Clearly, the woman beneath the thin blanket was completely naked. 　　The young man stood silently by the bed for a full five minutes, resisting the urge to pull back the covers. With 　　practiced ease, he began tidying the once-beloved bedroom, now a mess. 　　Used cotton pads and tissues were quickly swept from the vanity into the trash can; overturned bottles and jars 　　were neatly arranged, restoring order to the vanity. 　　Slightly damp towels and large bath towels were tossed into the laundry basket; used face masks were collected and thrown into the trash can; the 　　hairdryer scattered on the floor was unplugged and put away in the drawer; and the carelessly kicked slippers were put back in their place in the shoe cabinet. The young man's movements 　　were light and quick, skillful and swift. In less than three minutes, the chaotic bedroom was restored to neatness and comfort 　　, once again resembling a woman's room. 　　Looking up at the still-sleeping beauty, the young man slowly walked to the living room, opened a designer suitcase 　　, and neatly arranged all the clothes inside into the laundry basket. He also tidied 　　up the other two suitcases, wiping them clean and carefully storing the empty suitcase in a corner of the room. 　　He then completely reorganized the messy areas in the living room and bathroom. Even though he 　　had thoroughly cleaned the entire space the night before, within half an hour, the fifty-square-meter room was restored to its original elegant and refined state, 　　clean and tidy once again. 　　His movements were skilled and efficient, and he did so without making a sound. From beginning to end, apart from 　　the slight hum of the heater and air conditioner, the house was as quiet as if no one was there, as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times, as if 　　he knew exactly where everything should be placed with his eyes closed. He 　　raised his wrist to check his watch; it was almost seven o'clock. He stood in front of the open kitchen counter, 　　took out the ingredients, and began preparing the meal. 　　The plump tomatoes, glistening after a rinse, and the round eggs, fresh green vegetables, and succulent beef 　　wafted a rich aroma from the stove. The cleaned fish gleamed with a vibrant, fresh color, and the dried 　　goods, already soaked, were plump and adorable. 　　The boy carefully washed the rice amidst the clear running water. His heavy school uniform, long since removed in the warm room 　　, revealed a crisp, snow-white shirt, sleeves rolled up, his every movement steady and composed. 　　Suddenly, a pair of smooth, delicate hands gently wrapped around his waist, and a fragrant body pressed 　　against him from behind. A moist, hot tongue slowly and unexpectedly licked his earlobe, causing him to stiffen slightly. 　　"I'm so hungry~" a soft, slightly husky voice whispered, utterly captivating. 　　The boy paused slightly. "The rice will be ready soon."

"I'm hungry." Her voice held a soft, coquettish magnetism. Suddenly, a soft tongue slid
down his earlobe, licking his neck skin bit by bit.
"Fifteen more minutes."
"Turn around." The voice carried a seductive command.
He remained silent, but the frequency and depth of his breathing subtly changed.
The tongue grew increasingly audacious, slender fingers relentlessly exploring the boy's chest, unbuttoning
his shirt one button at a time.
"This...no." The boy raised his hand to press down on the unruly hands. With a sigh, he surrendered, turning around
, but the next second his breath caught in his throat—the woman pressed against him was completely naked!
Her skin, meticulously cared for every night, was flawless, appearing as soft as pearls under the pale orange light
. Her breasts, slender waist, shapely buttocks, and long legs—every inch of them was a gift from heaven, breathtakingly beautiful.
Her glossy black curls cascaded down naturally, partially concealing her full, luscious breasts, the strands of hair
making her skin appear even more delicate and snow-white. With an oval face, large, watery eyes, and slightly bitten,
vibrant lips, she possessed an alluring charm even without makeup; this woman was a naturally beautiful and captivating beauty.
She stood naked before him, allowing the young man to scrutinize her, her eyes shimmering like stars
, as if whispering secrets. A slight smile played on her lips, as if
being naked before him was the most natural thing in the world.
The boy's fair skin betrayed him; the slight change in color on his young face was hard to conceal. "Why...why
aren't you dressed?"
"Are you blushing?" The woman's voice was laced with laughter. "So cute."
This time, he was genuinely blushing, but it wasn't just from shyness. "Don't call me cute!"
"Are you angry?" Delicate fingers traced the boy's cheek, the warmth making the smile on her lips even more
pronounced. He really was too cute!
"Let me cool you down, okay?" Before the boy could answer, she kissed his lips,
her tongue teasingly licking them. The boy was angry, his body unwilling to cooperate. But the woman didn't mind
, patiently licking his lips repeatedly, knowing how to kiss and caress to arouse him. She
gently nibbled at his chin, then returned to his lips, licking and kissing him tenderly, her fingers
sliding from his shoulder to his chest, then lightly tracing his beautiful collarbone, continuing her unfinished task.
One circle, two circles, three circles… The boy pressed down on the woman's fingers drawing circles again, finally
yielding and opening his lips. The woman's tongue explored inside with satisfaction, skillfully caressing the inside of the boy's lips, first licking
his gums, lingering on that sensitive spot, then slipping in to entice his tongue.
Young, soft-hearted, and full of youthful vigor, the boy's tongue retaliated, embracing her slender waist
and holding her tightly.
The woman shifted from active to passive, letting the boy kiss her, her fingers busily and skillfully unbuttoning his
shirt, teasingly caressing his chest. She knew all his sensitive spots,
knew where to touch to feel the most pleasure; when her fingertips brushed against his nipples, she heard the boy's panting
.
The woman always knew how to seduce him, and the boy was never her match.
He sighed, his hands caressing the woman's lower back, moving upwards. The woman's body undulated alluringly against him. With
each movement, her shirt slipped off the boy's, his bare, smooth skin rubbing
intimately against her snow-white skin. The boy's breathing became heavy, his fair face instantly flushed crimson, his eyes dark and bright. His
large hands kneaded the woman's full breasts, the irresistible richness filling him with a satisfied, half-closed excitement.
Like a snake, the woman's legs wrapped around his waist, her softest, most moist parts slowly rubbing against his
strong body, eliciting a fervent response from him. His burning hands caressed her thighs,
marveling at their incredible smoothness. Through the fabric of her trousers, the boy eagerly thrust between her legs.
"Don't be in such a hurry." The woman's smile was even sweeter and more charming, but in the next instant she pushed the boy away, took
a few steps back, and put the shirt she had taken off him on herself. As she buttoned it up,
she smiled at the boy and said, "I'm dressed now!"
He was dumbfounded, panting as he stared at the woman in disbelief.
Long, flowing hair cascaded down either side of her pure white shirt. The woman's body was curvaceous and alluring.
The shirt reached just above her knees, revealing glimpses of her two fair, slender legs. The allure was no
less than when she was completely naked, for the young man knew perfectly well how exquisitely beautiful she was beneath the shirt.
He knew everything about her, including her most intimate secrets…
Seeing the young man's Adam's apple bob, her smile grew even more radiant. The woman moved closer, her delicate hand
slowly stroking his chest: "Where's my dinner?"
The young man reached for her, but she slipped away like a cunning fish. Her dark, curly hair
tickled his palm, sending a shiver down his spine. The woman smiled back at him, a slight curve to her lips: "Your fifteen minutes are almost
up."
She was a witch.
Even in his youth, the young man was impetuous. To let her toy with him so wantonly and then discard him was simply
not in his nature. Playing with someone always comes at a price. The woman who had escaped was
pushed down by the boy as soon as she reached the living room.
Her clean, white shirt was ripped off again, and before the boy could even take off his trousers, she was already completely
naked. Her full, rounded breasts were tightly grasped by his hot hands, and the boy repeatedly caressed and kneaded them. The woman's slender,
exquisite waist was lowered, revealing a beautiful line, and her buttocks were raised high. In this position, the boy
's body pressed against her from behind, and he attacked her fiercely.
"Ah..." With a fierce thrust, the woman's head immediately tilted back, her glossy black hair flying in the air
, her eyes sparkling, and her red lips vibrant.
The boy gripped her tightly, so tightly that he could clearly feel the woman's heartbeat "thump, thump" in his palm.
Thrust! One thrust after another, the boy's movements were frantic and fast. He liked this feeling of affecting her, and he also liked...
He reveled in the sweet, slippery wetness the woman had prepared for him.
His hand moved to their joined genitals, already soaked to the bone, his palm overflowing with moisture.
A heavy hand pressed against the sensitive tip, and the woman's body arched as if electrocuted, her moans growing louder. Even the proudest,
most regal queen was now as soft and yielding beneath the young man.
The boy's hand moved upwards, lifting her chin and turning her head to press his head against hers, his mouth opening to draw out her
tongue and suckle it hungrily.
The woman, always able to keep up with his passion, her soft hands reciprocating by reaching back to caress the boy's body
, stroking his burning penis, made even more slippery and cool by her fluids. She gave it a perfectly timed, light squeeze at
the base, and the boy behind him, as expected, gasped for breath, his movements becoming increasingly frenzied.
"Mmm...ah...Ah Yu..." the woman moaned softly, calling his name. Between each thrust
, her words were incoherent: "Change...change positions."
The young man readily obeyed the queen's command.
Lying on the soft, clean carpet, the woman straddled him like an ancient Amazonian warrior, her body
undulating gracefully, indulging in unrestrained pleasure. She moved with her favorite rhythm and intensity; she always knew how to
please herself. Her slender waist twisted alluringly, her snow-white, soft breasts
bouncing with her movements—a truly beautiful sight.
The young man's hands caressed her firm buttocks. His once calm, dark eyes now turned crimson,
his handsome face contorted with excitement, his fair cheeks flushed a light red as if drunk. His features were distinct, his lips
red and teeth white, making him appear exceptionally stunning and beautiful.
The intense pleasure continued to rise, and the boy couldn't help but thrust his body to meet the woman's movements, which
displeased the queen. She stopped, pinched the boy's bare chest as punishment, and narrowed her crystal eyes,
saying, "Who gave you permission to move around like that, hmm?"
The boy hissed and gasped, kneading her full buttocks repeatedly, urging the woman on.
"You're being naughty." The woman stopped, her waist twisting slightly in circles, "You'll be punished!" As soon as she finished speaking
, her body suddenly clenched, "Ugh..." The boy gasped heavily, unable to hold back any longer, and violently flipped over, pinning the woman
down, lifting her right leg, and thrusting hard into her depths, making the most intense thrusts.
He entered deeply and profoundly, each thrust hitting the woman's tightest point. The intense stimulation made the woman's movements
soften, and her sweet voice sounded both delicate and seductive, utterly enchanting.
The feeling was so wonderful that the young man could no longer control his desire, relentlessly
exploring the woman's body, wave after wave of powerful attacks pushing her to the ultimate ecstasy.
"Ah..." the woman screamed, shrinking back, her eyes and mind blank, her fingers digging hard into his skin
, her lower body overflowing with desire. With each contraction and spasm, the young man thrust powerfully, finally
releasing his breath as he pressed against her...
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On the table, fresh, plump shrimp were delicious and springy, fresh fish was sweet, shiitake mushrooms were flavorful, and carrots were bright in color
. What was originally a sumptuous feast had been transformed into the simplest yet most delicious seafood risotto, with only a barely perceptible hint of burnt
flavor, and served with a bowl of clear beef broth, still delicious.
Guo Jingyi sat at the dining table, eating with gusto. She was truly hungry, devouring her risotto with gusto, yet her demeanor remained
elegant. Her naturally curly long hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and she wore the same white shirt the boy had worn. Her slender
waist and snow-white legs made her beautiful and alluring.
Ma Taiyu, having changed into another shirt, sat opposite the woman, eating quietly, his movements refined and his expression focused.
She lazily glanced up at the boy who loved to act so profound. Tsk tsk, just moments ago he was so engrossed in eating
, yet now he was acting like a perfectly upright gentleman. She couldn't resist teasing him: "Is it good?"
He looked up at her.
She picked up the spoon from the bowl, her soft tongue slowly licking away the rich sauce
, her bright, alluring eyes smiling at him. The pale
pink marks he had left on her porcelain-white collarbone peeked out from her loosened shirt collar with each movement.
The boy dropped his knife and fork, his pupils contracting. After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out two words from his parched throat
: "Delicious!"
"Ah Yu…" The deliberately drawn-out tone carried a powerful allure. The woman leaned over the table,
her shirt collar half-open, and licked his lips. "So… am I tastier,
or is the food tastier? Tell me!"
The boy's breath caught in his throat. Unable to resist the intense temptation, he reached out to pull her into his arms,
but she smiled and pushed him away, sitting back in her chair and shaking her head. "I'm tired!"
The rejection was clear, and true.
After a busy and sleepless week of work, the woman was completely exhausted.
She had only slept for five hours after getting home from the airport this morning, and the intense lovemaking they had just had
completely drained her energy.
"My legs are so sore!" the woman complained softly.
Of course they were sore; he had pinned her down and thrust into her hard for over half an hour. Thinking of
their previous passionate encounter, the young man's eyes deepened.
"I'm going to take a scented bath to relax later. You can massage me," the queen ordered matter-of-factly.
A bath? In the steamy bathtub, the woman lay in the snow-white foam. Even more lustrous than the foam was her
snow-white skin, smooth and silky. The mere thought of it was enough to make the boy…
“Why are you blushing?” The woman's slender fingers rested on her cheeks as she examined the boy. “Are you
thinking about something wicked again? You're blushing, so cute.”
“Don't call me cute!” the boy glared at her, protesting, “I'm not a child.”
Of course he was! He looked angry!
The boy's features were delicate, with a naturally baby face and skin that never tanned
, adding to his youthful innocence and making his lips appear even redder. Coupled with his young age and boyish innocence, he was like a tender
sprout, undeniably adorable. But this tender sprout had already been snatched up by her, completely devoured. Truly…
"It's so wonderful!"
The woman reached out and grasped his hand. "My Ayu is getting cuter and cuter!"
This woman hadn't changed her bad habit; she always loved teasing him. He could be cold to anyone, but he
couldn't bear to be cold to this woman... He shook off her hand, but then felt a surge of resentment. He could only silently lower his head and continue eating, pretending not to hear
.
It was so awkward. Guo Jingyi smiled and pushed her plate towards him. "Ouch~~ My hand is so sore, can you feed
me?" She didn't care whether the boy was sulking or not; the young lady's orders were perfectly justified and outrageous.
But he still complied. As the woman sat casually on his lap and snuggled into his arms, the boy took
a spoon and fed her spoonful after spoonful of rich and delicious seafood risotto.
It was obvious that the woman was used to being served by him and was enjoying it immensely. She comfortably closed her eyes, rested her head on his shoulder,
and only needed to open her mouth to chew. They were already intimately familiar with this behavior. He would feed her a bite, then
take a bite himself, sharing the seafood risotto made from two plates, intimately connected.
Although young, the boy was incredibly attentive, each bite perfectly sized and just right
. When she wanted soup, she didn't need to ask; a simple gesture was all it
took for a spoon to be placed to her lips. Under his loving care, the large plate of seafood risotto was devoured, most of it
ending up in the boy's stomach. He got up and went to the kitchen to bring out sliced imported Taiwanese mangoes. The woman
ate the fruit casually while watching him clear the table.
The boy's housework was incredibly virtuous. He was very tall and upright, already
1.8 meters, and still growing, yet not the bulky, muscular type; he was
rather slender. But the woman knew that beneath that delicate exterior lay taut muscles. The light blue plaid shirt
on him made him appear exceptionally refined and elegant.
How could there be such an obedient little brat! Smart and capable, most importantly, diligent, and with a good temper that
allowed her to bully him. It was clear that her judgment had always been good, proven from a young age.
"Ayu," she beckoned to him, and the boy leaned down.
A kiss, sweet with the scent of mango, landed on his lips. The woman's bright eyes were filled with joy and satisfaction
: "The mango is so sweet!"
She was even sweeter. Whenever she smiled at him like that, the boy felt an urge to give her everything he had
. But how much of everything could he possibly have?
He lowered his head, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her more deeply. He tasted the unique, rich
aroma of mango on her lips, and also the bitterness in his own heart. The deeper the kiss, the less he wanted to let go. How could he possibly
let go?
Faintly, the ringtone of a cell phone rang. They were locked in a passionate kiss, trying to ignore it
, but the caller seemed to be testing their patience, ringing again and again, refusing
to stop.
The woman sighed beneath his lips and gently pushed him away. The young man reluctantly released her lips, his tongue lingering on
hers.
"Bring me my phone," the young lady ordered.
The young man readily complied, not bothering to ask where she had put it, as she certainly wouldn't know; she always
tossed it around. He simply followed the sound of the ringtone and finally found it under her pillow in her room.
"Who is it?" she asked, refusing to even reach out to take it. "Miss Fu." It was Fu 　　Xiaoqi
, the eldest daughter of the Fu family, Guo Jingyi's close friend, and also the future sister-in-law of the Guo family . 　　"Oh!" The woman picked up a slice of golden mango and put it in her mouth. "You answer it for me." 　　He pressed the call button without objection. The woman's voice on the other end of the phone was hardly gentle: 　　"Guo Jingyi, why did it take you so long to answer my call?" 　　Both were pampered young ladies with exceptionally bad tempers, and Fu Xiaoqi also had Guo Xintan, whom she 　　spoiled rotten. 　　"Miss Fu, this is Ma Taiyu." A clear, cold voice froze the young lady's outburst. 　　After a few seconds of pause on the other end of the phone, Fu Xiaoqi considered her options and realized she might not dare to provoke this silent 　　young man. Her tone softened slightly: "Is Guo Jingyi there?" 　　Glancing at the woman leisurely eating fruit, the young man replied, "Yes." " 　　Then call your sister to answer my call." 　　Ma Taiyu's grip on the phone tightened slightly, then he walked to her side and handed her the phone: "She 　　wants you to listen." 　　"What a hassle." Guo Jingyi pulled out a wet wipe to clean her hands, took the phone, and asked impatiently, "What's wrong 　　?" 　　If there's anyone in the world more spoiled than the pampered Fu Xiaoqi, it's Guo Jingyi. When two strong people 　　meet, one must be weak, and Fu Xiaoqi is the weak one. 　　"I wanted to ask if you have any Christmas plans this year. Your brother hopes you can come home 　　..." 　　"It's December, and you're asking me now? How would I know?" He interrupted her impatiently. 　　"You'd call about something like this? Hmph, just tell me the truth, hurry up and say what you want to say." 　　"Oh, why are you so direct?" She giggled on the other end. "I wanted to ask you to come with 　　me to the Milan Fashion Show next week!" 　　"No time." A fashion show? She had just rushed back from a hectic fashion show and didn't want to relive 　　that nightmare. 　　"Jingyi, you're the best, come with me!" 　　"Ask my brother, your husband will go with you!" Everyone knew that the workaholic eldest brother of the Guo family was very doting on his girlfriend. 　　Taking time to go to a fashion show was no problem. 　　"He's on a business trip to Shanghai and won't be back for at least half a month." 　　No wonder this young lady was pestering her. Guo Jingyi listened to her friend's conversation, but her eyes unconsciously drifted to the 　　boy quietly continuing to clear the dishes. His movements were still clean and efficient, quiet and gentle, yet why 　　could she clearly sense his anger? 　　Why was he suddenly angry? 　　"Let me tell you," she said, "your brother's tone on the phone just now was still so cold, not a bit different."

"Nothing's changed? I'm freezing! Is he always like this to you?" Fu Xiaoqi suddenly changed the subject and
complained to her.
Her brother? So that's the reason.

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