[I Don't Want to Be My Sister's Cute Pet] (1-4) Author: Grass Mountain Wild Man {Updated 2013/09/26}

I Don't Want to Be My Sister's Cute Pet

Author: Grass Mountain Wild Man
Word Count: 8000
Published: 2013/09/09 in: Spring Full of Courtyards

Chapter 1 The school bell rang throughout the narrow and somewhat historic school. Groups of energetic young men and women

emerged from the wide-open school gates, calling to each other, whispering amongst themselves, their chatter filling the air with youthful vitality and color. 　　A tall, slender Eastern boy walked silently at the back of the crowd. His black hair and eyes stood out among the Westerners , but what was most striking was his quiet demeanor. Walking alone, without classmates or friends, his dark winter school uniform gave him an air of noble elegance. 　　Fair skin, clean black hair, deep eyes like unblemished obsidian, cool and aloof, slightly pursed lips, refined and handsome, his young face possessing a mysterious Eastern tranquility. 　　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 grew thicker, the wind whistling past their edges bringing a strong sense of desolation. Parisian winters are damp but not particularly cold, though the temperature had recently 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, so 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, and after a crisp "beep," he pushed it open to find himself enveloped in warmth. 　　The circulating heating system was cozy, keeping out the outside chill, and the soft orange candlelight illuminated the luxurious furnishings beautifully, while a sweet and fragrant aroma filled the air. 　　A complex emotion . 　　Continuing inside, three large, unopened suitcases lay haphazardly arranged, their gold-embossed lettering—a symbol of wealth and extravagance —arrogantly jarring. The baggage tags on the suitcases were still attached. 　　Sure enough. 　　He sighed softly as he walked further into the space. Luxurious furs, a bright red dress, and black stockings 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 . 　　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 random items. Skincare and makeup 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, her skin was translucent and smooth as milk, 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 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 her breath, their deep cleavage subtly quivering. 　　Her long, glossy black hair cascaded freely like seaweed across the white pillows. Her profile was alluring and beautiful, with curled high eyelashes, a pretty, straight nose, and luscious, fresh lips. The alluring possessed the innocent, sleeping face of a little girl; even in her deep sleep, she was breathtaking. 　　Clearly, beneath the thin blanket, the woman 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 a 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 storing them carefully 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 just last night, within half an hour, the fifty-plus 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 could do so without making a sound. From beginning to end, apart from the slight hum of the heater and 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, sizzled brightly. Round eggs, fresh, vibrant green vegetables, and succulent beef wafted a rich aroma from the stove. The cleaned fish gleamed with a rich, fresh color, and the dried goods , were plump and adorable. 　　The boy carefully washed rice amidst the clear running water. His heavy school uniform, long since removed in the warm room , now revealed a crisp, snow-white shirt, sleeves rolled up, his every movement composed and confident. 　　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~" came the soft, slightly husky voice, utterly captivating.

The boy paused slightly. "The rice will be ready soon."

"I'm hungry." His voice held a soft, coquettish magnetism. Suddenly, a soft tongue traced his earlobe
downwards, licking the skin of his neck, 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 tirelessly exploring the boy's chest, unbuttoning
his shirt one button at a time.

"This... you can't." 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 curly hair cascaded down naturally, partially concealing her full, luscious breasts, the strands of black 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 radiant 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. "You...
why aren't you wearing clothes?"

"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 slowly, her fingers
sliding from his shoulders 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 his 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 him most aroused; 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 hand caressing the woman's lower back, moving upwards. The woman's body undulated
alluringly , and with a few movements, 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 voluptuousness filling him with a satisfied, half-closed excitement.

Like a snake, the woman wrapped her legs around his waist, her softest, most moist parts slowly rubbing against the boy's
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 so hasty," the woman's smile grew sweeter and more alluring, but in the next instant, she pushed the boy away, took a few steps
back , and put the shirt she had taken from him on her own. As she buttoned it,
she smiled at the boy, "I'm dressed now!"

He was dumbfounded, panting as he stared at the woman, unable to believe it.

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…

Her smile grew even more captivating as her Adam's apple bobbed. She moved closer, her delicate hand slowly tracing his
chest

asked. He reached for her, but she slipped away like a cunning fish. Her dark, curly hair
tickled his palm, sending a shiver down his spine. She 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 hot-blooded. To let her toy with him so freely 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 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 , 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! Thump after thump, the boy's movements were frantic and fast. He liked this feeling of affecting her, and
he liked the sweet, wet sensation the woman had prepared for him.

His hand moved to their joined genitals, which were already soaking wet, his palm overflowing with moisture.
He pressed a heavy finger against the sensitive tip, and the woman's body arched as if electrocuted, her moans growing louder. Even the proudest
and most noble queen was now as soft and yielding as water beneath the young man.

The boy's hand moved upward, lifting her chin and turning her head to press his head against hers, opening his mouth and drawing out
her tongue to suckle it hungrily.

The woman always kept up with his passion, her soft hands not to be outdone, reaching back to caress the boy's
body , stroking his hot, throbbing penis, made even smoother and cooler by her own fluids. She gave it a perfectly timed
squeeze at the base, and the boy behind her couldn't help but pant, his movements becoming even more frenzied.

"Mmm... ah... Ayu..." the woman moaned, calling his name,
her words incoherent between each thrust: "Change... change positions."

The boy 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 at her favorite rhythm and intensity, always knowing how to
please herself; her slender waist twisted alluringly, her snow-white, tender breasts
bouncing with each movement—a truly beautiful sight.

The boy's hands caressed her firm buttocks, his once calm, dark eyes now turning crimson, his
handsome face contorted with excitement, his fair cheeks flushed a light red as if drunk, his features sharp, his lips red
and teeth white—he looked exceptionally stunning.

Intense pleasure surged, and the boy couldn't resist thrusting to meet her movements, only
to displease the queen. She stopped, giving the boy's bare chest a punishing pinch, her crystal eyes narrowing slightly
as she said, "Who gave you permission to move around like that, hmm?"

The boy hissed, kneading her full buttocks repeatedly, urging the woman on.

"You've been naughty." The woman stopped, her waist twisting slightly in circles. "You'll be punished!" The words had barely
left her lips when her body jerked violently. "Ugh..." The boy gasped, unable to contain himself any longer, he
flipped her over, pinning her down, lifting her right leg, and thrusting deep inside her with the most intense passion.

He entered deeply, each stroke hitting her most sensitive spot. The intense stimulation softened her
movements , and her sweet voice sounded both delicate and alluring, utterly captivating.

The feeling was too wonderful; the boy could no longer control his desire, relentlessly
plunging into her body, wave after wave of powerful attacks pushing her to the ultimate bliss.

"Ah..." the woman screamed, shrinking back, her eyes and mind blank, her fingers digging into his
skin , her lower body overflowing with desire. Amidst her contractions and spasms, the boy thrust powerfully,
finally releasing his breath as he pressed against her…

*** *** *** ***

On the table, fresh, plump shrimp were delicious and springy, fresh fish was sweet, shiitake mushrooms were flavorful, and carrots were
bright . What was originally a lavish feast had been transformed into the simplest yet most delicious seafood risotto. Apart from a barely perceptible hint of
burnt flavor, it was still delicious when served with a bowl of clear beef broth.

Guo Jingyi sat at the table, eating heartily. She was truly hungry, eating the risotto with great gusto, yet her demeanor remained
elegant. Her naturally curly long hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and she was still wearing the boy's white shirt, highlighting her slender waist
and snow-white legs—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 raised her eyes to look at the little devil who loved to act profound. Tsk tsk, just a moment ago he was
so infatuated he was practically devouring her, but now he's all high and mighty. 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 , her bright, alluring eyes smiling at him.
The pale pink marks he had left on her porcelain-white collarbone were still visible from his previous passion, appearing and disappearing with her movements at the loosened collar of her shirt.

The boy dropped his knife and fork, his pupils contracted, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out
two words : "Delicious!"

"Ah Yu…" The deliberately drawn-out tone carried a strong allure. The woman leaned over the table,
her shirt collar slightly 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 such a strong temptation, he reached out to pull the woman into his arms,
but she smiled and pushed him away, sitting back in her chair and shaking her head. "I'm tired!"

The clear rejection was also true.

After a busy week of sleepless work, the woman's energy was completely depleted. She had only slept for five hours after
getting off , and the intense lovemaking they had just engaged in had
exhausted her hard-won energy.

"My legs are so sore!" the woman complained softly.

Of course they were sore. He had pinned her to the ground and thrust into her hard for over half an hour; how could they not be? Thinking of
their previous passionate encounter, the boy's eyes deepened.

"I'm going to take a relaxing aromatherapy bath later. You can massage me," the queen commanded matter-of-factly.

A bath? In the steamy tub, the woman lay in snow-white foam, her skin even more lustrous than the foam itself—
smooth and silky. The mere thought of that beautiful scene was enough to make the boy…

"Why are you blushing?" The woman's slender fingers intertwined… "What wicked things are you thinking about now? And you're blushing, so cute."

"Don't call me cute!" the boy glared at her, protesting, "I'm not a child."

How could she not be? She clearly looked angry!

The boy had delicate features, a naturally baby face, and skin that was always fair and
smooth, never tanning, which added to his youthful innocence and made his lips appear even redder. Coupled with his young age and lingering boyish simplicity
, he was like a tender, green shoot—
utterly adorable. But this tender shoot had already been snatched up by her, completely devoured. How !

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 with this woman…
he couldn't bear to. He shook off her hand, but then felt a surge of resentment, and could only silently lower his head and continue eating, pretending not
to hear .

How awkward! Guo Jingyi laughed 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 command was perfectly justified, utterly outrageous.

He still complied. As the woman casually sat on his lap and nestled into his arms, the boy
took a spoon and spooned the rich, delicious seafood risotto into her mouth.

Clearly, the woman was used to being waited on, enjoying it immensely. She comfortably closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder,
only needing 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.

Though young, the boy was incredibly attentive, each bite perfectly sized and
just right didn't need to ask; a simple gesture was all it took for a spoon to be placed to her lips.

The large plate of seafood risotto, fed with such care, was devoured clean by both of them, though most of it
ended up in the boy's stomach. He got up and went to the kitchen to bring out sliced imported Taiwanese mangoes. The woman
casually ate

her fruit while watching him clear the table. The way the boy did 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 thin. But the woman knew that beneath that delicate exterior lay firm muscles. The light blue plaid shirt
he wore 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
lets her bully him. It's clear her judgment has always been good; his appearance is proof of that.

"Ah Yu," she beckoned to him, and the boy leaned down.

A mango-scented kiss landed on his lips, and 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 . 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 , and also the bitterness in his 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 still 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 doting on her. 　　"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?" 　The young man glanced at the woman leisurely eating fruit and 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, what's on your mind?" 　　"Oh, why are you so direct?" She giggled on the other end. "I wanted to ask you to come with me !" 　　"No time." A fashion show? She had just rushed back from a hectic 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 incredibly 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 two weeks." 　　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, why was your brother's tone so cold on the phone just now ? It's like he's freezing me to death! Is he always like this to you?" Fu Xiaoqi suddenly changed the subject , complaining to her. 　　Brother? So that's the reason.

(End of this chapter, to be continued)

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