My Crazed, Possessive Sister Is Still Out of Line Today

Cool, aloof, secretly ruthless and long-suffering older sister vs. timid, devoted, obsessively possessive younger sister

On a winter night, An Mutang came home to find An Zhiyu opening the door for her.

Their eyes met briefly, then they both looked away. Awkward silence hung in the air.

Their mother's voice came from the kitchen. "Now that everyone's here, let's eat. Why do you two seem like strangers? You barely say a word to each other."

What she didn't know was that the last time the sisters had met was in a rented apartment in Florence, just after an unpleasant five-day affair.

An Zhiyu had gone to extraordinary lengths and resorted to every trick she could think of to make that entanglement happen.

As far as she was concerned, An Mutang could hardly stand her.

At dinner, they asked how An Zhiyu's blind date had gone that day.

An Zhiyu feigned ease and lied without batting an eye. "The girl was good-tempered, gentle, tolerant, and kind. Who wouldn't like her?"

Across the table, An Mutang raised her eyes. The faint curve of her lips held no warmth.

"Is that so?"

That night, An Zhiyu woke to the familiar scent of tuberose.

The bedroom door, which should have been locked, stood slightly ajar.

Her sister, always so composed in public and praised by everyone, was sitting on the edge of her bed.

An Zhiyu was forced into a kiss that tasted of blood.

An Mutang's fingertips undid the top button of An Zhiyu's pajamas. The cool touch made the woman beneath her shiver.

Her voice fell into the silence, every word clear:

"Has the bite mark I left last time faded? Will you tell your future spouse your sister bit you?"

/They are trapped in a pathological symbiosis from which no one can be absolved./

Reading tips:

1. They are not blood-related and are not on the same household register.

2. One-on-one romance, happy ending.

3. In this setting, same-sex marriage is legal.

Coming soon: After Using Her Pheromones, the Frail Omega's Regret Comes Too Late

Blurb:

Shen Zhiwei always thought meeting He Jinye was a gift from fate.

On a rainy night, a pale, fragile Omega, soaked through, fainted outside her door. The lamplight gave her snow-white skin a cold gleam, like a priceless porcelain figurine abandoned by the roadside. Shen Zhiwei's heart ached for her, so she took her in and cared for her devotedly.

He Jinye had "lost her memory." She was sweet and dependent, with eyes only for Shen Zhiwei.

When the Omega trembled in pain in her arms from some inexplicable illness, misty confusion filling her cool eyes as her body seemed to melt into a pool of spring water, she choked out broken sobs: "P-please..."

The tearful plea for a temporary mark left Shen Zhiwei blushing and softhearted.

She gave her the mark, and gave her all her heart without reservation. They spent a blissful time together, and Shen Zhiwei called in every favor and used every resource she had to find He Jinye's family and a way to treat her illness.

So when He Jinye's family finally came looking for her, Shen Zhiwei was genuinely happy for her. She thought that, just as He Jinye had said, they were about to have a future together.

Until she heard He Jinye say to someone else, in a cold voice she'd never heard before, "If only the mark from my fated mate could cure my illness, why would I have pretended with her for months? What a joke."

In that moment, Shen Zhiwei's world collapsed into silence.

It turned out that everything, from their first meeting on that rainy night to every dependent embrace, from the agony of each attack to their sweet marking, had been a carefully calculated act.

He Jinye's illness had never been incurable. The cure had simply happened to be Shen Zhiwei herself.

She let go in silence and ended this farce. It was as if she had never known He Jinye at all.

Later, He Jinye had everything she could want, and her illness was under control, yet every night she was tormented by the pain of losing that familiar scent. At last, she understood that what she had schemed to obtain was not medicine, but a love that would tear her heart and soul apart.

He Jinye found her former lover again. Those once-cool eyes now brimmed with tears, while a nearly frenzied obsession burned deep in her pupils.

She buried her face against the side of He Jinye's neck, her voice trembling faintly.

"Just let me die at your hands. At least then, the last thing I smell... will still be your scent."

Reading tips:

1. The setting is entirely made up.

2. No sidekick.

Theme: Live well