Chapter 219: You're Too Bad
"Feifei's?" Yang Jing hesitated only for a moment, then nodded and opened the door just wide enough for Zhang Yang to slip in. She poked her head out to check the hallway, making sure no one was around before nodding slightly and whispering, "Come in."
Once inside, she quickly closed the door, tugging at her nightgown a little, clearly embarrassed since she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Then she finally asked, "What's wrong with Feifei?"
While asking, she walked over to the desk, rinsed two cups, and poured Zhang Yang a glass of warm water. The sisters were similar in that—they rarely drank soda or juice, just plain water for everything.
Zhang Yang wasn't a big fan of plain water, though he knew it was better for him than drinks.
Taking the cup, Zhang Yang leisurely walked to the sofa, sat down, and looked at Yang Jing.
The room's heater was on. She was wearing a beige cotton nightdress trimmed with velvet. The fabric looked thin but was actually warm. It barely reached her knees, and since both sisters had long legs, it looked even shorter, showing her smooth, pale calves. When she walked, her fair thighs would flash faintly beneath the hem, dangerously tempting.
Technically, that nightdress came with matching pants, but she probably found them troublesome and skipped them.
"What are you staring at?" Yang Jing shot him a light glare as she walked over.
Her hair was loose, slightly brushed to one side.
It hung over her right shoulder. The neckline of her nightdress was upright, but the top button wasn't fastened, revealing her delicate collarbone. Between the opening, her high, round breasts pushed up prominently, though not as large as Gao Qi's.
Still, they were about the same as Yang Fei's—mature, full, and exuding that womanly allure. Even without a bra…
It was obvious she didn't sag at all.
Seeing Zhang Yang's intent gaze, Yang Jing scrunched her nose, shifted her body slightly away, and said again, "I'm talking to you—why aren't you answering?"
Zhang Yang stood up, holding his cup with a grin. "Which question should I answer?"
"Hmph, you tricked me into opening the door for you, didn't you?"
"Not exactly." Zhang Yang took a sip of the water. The temperature was just right—she even cared about that.
"Yeah right." Yang Jing pouted.
Zhang Yang set the cup on the desk, then stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
Yang Jing gasped.
The water nearly spilled from her hand. She quickly set the cup down and tried to push him away. "Didn't I tell you… we can't fool around anymore?"
Zhang Yang held her tighter and smiled. "I never agreed to that."
"You… you're such a scoundrel."
"Fine, I won't be a scoundrel then." Zhang Yang's hand slid over her waist through the fabric, moving forward along her stomach, teasingly rubbing around her navel.
He mixed in a few Advanced Bedroom Technique touches, gently arousing her.
Seeing her body twist slightly but not push him away, Zhang Yang smiled faintly, leaned to her ear, and whispered, "How about we make a deal?"
"What deal?" Feeling the strange tingling from his hands, Yang Jing's legs pressed together, her fists clenching tight as she twisted shyly. "What deal?" she asked, curiosity overcoming her hesitation.
But the moment she spoke, she regretted it. She shouldn't have asked—this was definitely his trap.
"Of course, it's about your sister Yang Fei. Don't you want her to make up with your father?" Zhang Yang's hand slid lower, touching the top of her firm ass through the fabric. Even through the cloth, he could feel her incredible elasticity. Truly, a mature beauty in her prime—after their last time together, her skin had seemed to glow even more.
Just looking at her made his heart race.
"Feifei?" Yang Jing was instantly distracted by the topic, completely unaware that his hand had crept up again, hovering just inches below her breasts.
"You really have a way?"
"Not yet," Zhang Yang said deliberately, giving her a moment of clarity.
"Then why are you even talking about a deal?" Yang Jing twisted in mild frustration.
"I said not yet—but soon. Give it some time, and I'll make it happen." Zhang Yang's hand slid up again, and he sighed softly. "But tonight, I heard something from Teacher Yang Fei. For you and me, it might be bad news—we may not get another chance."
"What do you mean? What did Feifei say?" Yang Jing's attention was fully hooked again.
Zhang Yang took a breath, paused, and then asked, "You really don't know?"
"You bastard. If she were willing to tell me, would I be asking you? You're lying, aren't you?"
"Why would I lie? I only found out today." Zhang Yang's hand slipped beneath her breasts and then decisively cupped them.
Yang Jing trembled, letting out a soft moan. "You're impossible—bullying me like this."
She tried to grab his hands to pull them away…
"It's true. Teacher Yang Fei's going abroad—to Spain, Madrid—to study Spanish."
"What? Really? You're lying—ah! Your hands, stop that!"
As she exclaimed, Zhang Yang's hand slid inside her nightdress, directly grabbing her soft, snowy breasts.
"You…" Yang Jing was speechless. This bastard was too cunning. But his words still kept her hooked. "You're lying, right? Why would she suddenly go abroad?"
"I know the reason, but…" Feeling her soft warmth under his hands, Zhang Yang was almost at his limit but forced himself to hold back. He kissed her neck and whispered, "But you have to agree to one condition before I tell you."
Yang Jing knew exactly what he wanted and stomped her foot angrily. "What condition… I'm not sleeping with you again!"
"Which one?"
"You know exactly which!" she snapped.
"Then how about I just look?"
"Look at what?" Yang Jing thought, Just look? Maybe she could consider that.
"Of course, the back of your nightdress." Zhang Yang grinned.
"Knew it—you've got bad intentions." Yang Jing pouted. "And if I let you look, will you actually stop there?"
"Don't you want to know why Teacher Yang Fei's leaving?"
"You… you bastard, blackmailing me." Her face flushed red as she glared at the hand still holding her breasts. "Just this once. No next time. Got it?"
"Mm." Zhang Yang mumbled vaguely. In a situation like this, he'd agree to anything—even becoming a eunuch. Whether he'd keep that promise later… yeah, right. Once there's a first time, there's always a second.
With her reluctant approval, Zhang Yang grew excited. He quickly untied her nightdress belt. Yang Jing, furious but helpless, could only punch him lightly while watching him peel the garment away.
As the collar opened, her plump breasts bounced free. The sight of her white, trembling chest left Zhang Yang dumbstruck, drooling. As expected, aside from a white lace panty, she wore nothing underneath.
"So damn beautiful." Zhang Yang stared, his voice trembling. "Jing-jie, I want you…"
"No." Yang Jing hurried to grab her nightdress, but Zhang Yang pulled her into his arms.
"You're unbelievable!" She instinctively covered herself but then dropped her hands, glaring at him and smacking his chest. "Then at least go take a shower first."
Hearing that, Zhang Yang's grin widened. "Together."
"No way!" Yang Jing's face turned bright red as she kicked at him with her fair foot. "Go! Go!"
"Together!" Zhang Yang laughed, scooped her up, and carried her toward the bathroom. Yang Jing screamed in protest, clawing at his sides, but he just held her tighter, laughing as he carried her in.
…
"No… not in the bathroom… mm…"
…
A long while later, Yang Jing lay sprawled on Zhang Yang's chest like a limp eel, idly twirling a lock of his hair. After a moment, she rested her chin on his chest, reached down, and pinched his side hard. "You bastard, you went too far."
"Was it good?" Zhang Yang ignored the complaint, gently running his fingers through her black hair, eyes full of affection.
Yang Jing's face turned crimson as she twisted in embarrassment, half-heartedly pinching him again. "You're shameless—asking that kind of question."
After a moment, she frowned and glared at him. "You still haven't told me why Feifei's going abroad."
"She thinks if she leaves, no one can use her against me. She's afraid of dragging me down."
Yang Jing froze, staring at him seriously. "Really?"
"Yeah." Zhang Yang nodded. "I'm pretty sure."
"Then what do we do?"
"What do we do?" Zhang Yang smiled faintly. "I'll handle it."
"How?"
"Answer me one question first." Zhang Yang grinned at her.
"What question?"
"Was it good?"
"I'll kill you!"