My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister

The phone call dragged on until nine o’clock at night. Jiang Yao knew full well Chen Yuan probably wasn’t planning on going home. Seeing how calm and unhurried he was, she figured he intended to stay the night at Fengting District.

’This couldn’t be better.’

It had been ages since Jiang Yao had shared a bed with her young master. She missed that feeling dearly—the sense of security from holding his arm as she slept, and the fluttering in her chest upon waking up to see him beside her.

In the dark of the night, her eyes were filled with a seductive charm.

It had been a long time since she had been intimate with Chen Yuan, and a faint sense of anticipation stirred within her.

"Okay, that’s all for now. Bye, Sis. The Young Master and I will come pick you up at the airport tomorrow."

"Just have Chen go. You don’t need to come."

"No, I insist on going."

After saying this, Jiang Yao immediately hung up, giving her sister no chance to object.

"I can’t believe a video call lasted this long. I was planning to play some games, but there’s no time now," Chen Yuan said lightly, glancing at the quartz clock on the wall.

"What do you mean there’s no time? We’re not picking her up until tomorrow morning."

"Exactly, so we need to sleep early. Forget it, I’m heading home."

As Chen Yuan spoke, he stood up. Jiang Yao hurriedly came over to block him, pushing him back down onto the sofa. They both knew all he needed was an excuse.

An excuse for Chen Yuan to stay without any awkwardness.

The barrier between them wasn’t a thin sheet of paper anymore; it was more like transparent gauze.

Her sister was coming back tomorrow, so of course Jiang Yao wasn’t going to let such a perfect opportunity slip away. She knelt by the sofa and pleaded in a soft voice, "Young Master, I promised I’d play games with you tonight. Can’t you leave a little later? I promise I won’t keep you for too long. Can we please have a little more time together? Please~"

She blinked her big, watery eyes, her every move coquettish. A genuine emotion, completely undisguised, danced in her expression, complemented by the vibrant blush on her delicate cheeks.

Chen Yuan found it impossible to refuse.

Jiang Yao was already begging him like this. If he still insisted on leaving with a heart of stone, he’d be a real monster. Besides, it wasn’t like he was actually that pressed for time.

"Alright then," he agreed, getting up eagerly. "Just for a little while."

"You go on ahead, Young Master. I need to pack a few things and bring some fruit and snacks next door. I’ll be quick."

"Hurry up. I’ll start a round of Battlegrounds while I wait."

"Go on, go on."

Jiang Yao waved him off. Chen Yuan’s mind was completely filled with thoughts of gaming. This was the relaxation time he’d been looking forward to. While they were at the mall earlier, he was already missing his dream gaming room.

His figure disappeared through the doorway.

Jiang Yao stood on her tiptoes to peek, and once she confirmed he was really gone, she scurried over to the sofa and secretly took out the seductive maid outfit she had bought.

She ran into the walk-in closet, stood before the mirror, and held the outfit against her body, studying it. She imagined how she could make herself look even prettier in it later.

She imagined Chen Yuan’s reaction.

A blush unconsciously crept onto Yaoyao’s cheeks, making her look captivatingly beautiful.

...

CLICK.

The previously closed door opened. In the dim gaming room, there was almost no sound except for the faint background music from the game on the computer, so Chen Yuan easily caught the sound of the door opening.

Without turning his head, he said casually, "I’m not done with this round yet. You’re back quick."

However, Jiang Yao didn’t respond. She just hooked the door shut with her foot.

Then came the sound of her footsteps, the slender high heels tapping against the floor—TAP, TAP—or rather, tapping against one’s heart.

Chen Yuan turned his head. The moment he saw her, the expression on his face froze, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away for even a second.

Jiang Yao stood before him, changed into a maid outfit and wearing a cat-ear headband. The dress, made of barely any fabric, couldn’t conceal her stunning figure at all. From top to bottom, every part of her was eye-catching.

He didn’t even know where to look. His gaze finally settled on Yaoyao’s long legs beneath the black and white apron. From the tops of her thighs down, her legs were utterly breathtaking, especially paired with the glossy, black high heels with red soles.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. On her ears were earrings the color of blood about to drip, looking dazzlingly seductive in the dim atmosphere and filled with an unimaginable tension.

"Young Master, your meal is served."

Jiang Yao walked over with elegant steps, respectfully bent her knees, and knelt on the carpet. She arranged the fruit, snacks, and drinks one by one in front of Chen Yuan, a sweet smile on her face.

She didn’t shy away from Chen Yuan’s gaze in the slightest, though there was a hint of coyness. Under his stare, a faint pink blush appeared on her neck.

The outfit was undeniably provocative, its allure immense.

"Yaoyao, I thought you were joking... I didn’t think you’d actually wear it."

"I must do what I promise the Young Master. It’s the first rule on the second page of the maid’s handbook. I’ll wear whatever the Young Master wants to see."

Jiang Yao was acting very professionally, not breaking character at all.

Chen Yuan studied her face for a long moment, then gently stroked her hair.

"You did very well. I like it a lot."

"The Young Master’s approval is my greatest reward."

"Alright, alright. Come sit with me and play some games. Otherwise, people might think I’m abusive."

"If the Young Master orders me to sit, I will of course sit. But our statuses are different. You mustn’t say things like ’abusive’. It’s only right for Yaoyao to kneel. One must be clear about the roles of master and servant," Jiang Yao said softly, full of shy charm.

She was deep in character, playing her role perfectly.

Chen Yuan looked into Jiang Yao’s eyes and, for a moment, truly felt like he was in a dream. The sense of elevated status was intoxicating, making one want to lose themselves in it completely.

This couple’s little game was enough to make anyone’s face flush and heart race.

"Since you don’t want to get up, you can kneel for a while longer."

"Yes, Young Master."

She nodded, her expression showing not the slightest hint of defiance.

Chen Yuan’s vanity was instantly gratified. After all, Yaoyao was a goddess-level girlfriend, and here she was being completely obedient to him.

Yaoyao had too many tricks up her sleeve; it was hard for him not to fall for them.

Chen Yuan leisurely drank his drink, ate his fruit, and controlled the mouse.

Jiang Yao fed him from the side, as if afraid her care would be inadequate. No matter how tired he had been all day, he felt completely revitalized now.

After a while.

"Young Master, you walked around all day today. Are you tired? Would you like me to massage your shoulders or your legs?"

"Sure."

"Okay. Tell me if I press too hard, okay? Yaoyao will be gentler."

Jiang Yao stood up, smoothed her skirt, and moved behind Chen Yuan. She placed her soft, boneless-feeling hands on his shoulders and began to press down. Her touch was indeed very light, and the warmth from her hands felt very comfortable.

"Is this pressure okay?"

"It’s nice."

"Then let me rub your arms, too. They must be sore from carrying things all day. Thank you for accompanying me today, Young Master. Yaoyao is very happy."

"If I get this kind of treatment every time I come back, then accompanying you more often wouldn’t be so bad." Chen Yuan’s tone was a complete reversal from earlier in the day; he was suddenly loving it.

A smile quickly bloomed on Jiang Yao’s cheeks. She pouted her lips and shot him a look.

"Young Master..."

"What is it?"

In the quiet room, only the low murmur of their voices could be heard.

"How about I massage your legs? Scoot back a little."

Chen Yuan nodded and immediately rolled his chair back a bit, leaving plenty of space—without affecting his ability to use the mouse, of course.

Jiang Yao adjusted her high heels, then slowly knelt on the floor, her small, warm hands kneading his legs.

Little by little... her hands climbed higher.

Although her technique wasn’t exactly expert-level, the mental comfort it provided far surpassed the physical. Chen Yuan was, of course, immensely satisfied. He could feel Yaoyao’s small hands roaming, even getting a little mischievous.

His body grew hot, and his cheeks gradually turned red.

Chen Yuan could feel Jiang Yao’s occasional probing. He couldn’t say anything, so he could only pretend to be completely focused on his game, feigning nonchalance.

"Young Master... how’s this pressure? Are you uncomfortable scooting back like that?"

"It’s fine. I moved because it tickled a little."

"That’s good. I’ll continue serving the Young Master, then."

Jiang Yao’s voice was so soft and sweet it made Chen Yuan’s bones feel like they were melting. Especially in the hazy atmosphere of the room, her gentle tone was like a series of delicate, heart-stirring notes, playing an intoxicating symphony in his mind.

Even if in the next second he were to slide into an abyss, doomed beyond recovery.

For this one second, he could only listen to the symphony, unconcerned about the fall, the weightlessness that would come with his descent into a hedonistic stupor.

Suddenly, the hand he held the mouse with trembled violently.

At some point, Jiang Yao had crawled under the gaming desk. She was like an unruly, naughty kitten, weaving and rubbing between a person’s legs, occasionally making an intimate touch. It was the kind of mischief you couldn’t bring yourself to scold, instead making you anticipate the next wonderful, soft contact.

Gradually, she fell silent.

Neither of them spoke. Only subtle sounds swirled around the room.

Chen Yuan frowned slightly, lowering his gaze to look under the desk. He helped smooth Jiang Yao’s somewhat disheveled hair, trying to make it a little less difficult for her.

...

"This is your reward. Do you like it?~"

"I... I like it."

"Do you love Ningning or Yaoyao right now? Hurry up and answer, Young Master, or I’ll stop."

"I love you. I love Yaoyao."

"That’s more like it. Good boy~"

...

That night, with another intimate encounter, Jiang Yao successfully captured Chen Yuan, making him a slave to her charms.

Since ancient times, heroes have always had a weakness for beautiful women.

In his heart, Chen Yuan really didn’t want to say anything bad about Ningning, but sometimes, he just couldn’t help it.

It was all because of Yaoyao’s coercion and enticement.

As the early hours of the morning approached, Chen Yuan, as expected, did not leave Fengting District. He ended up lying in the bed Jiang Yao had previously shared with her sister; only now, the two pillows were being used by different people.

The two of them held each other, contentedly drifting off into a sweet dreamland.

「In the blink of an eye, the night was over.」