My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister

"What are you making? It smells so good."

Chen Yuan’s vengeful posture from the doorway vanished. He took a contented sniff of the air, now as happy as a husband eager to come home and embrace his doting wife after a long day’s work.

He strode into the kitchen and leaned against the glass of the door, his eyes filling with tenderness as he watched Jiang Ning’s graceful, focused back.

’Ningning is so beautiful~ Even her back is this gorgeous. I love Ningning the most.’

Chen Yuan thought to himself.

"I’m baking some cupcakes. Just a minute, the first batch is almost ready."

With her back still to him, Jiang Ning remained busy, her movements methodical. An electric mixer was WHIRRING to the side, blending a pale yellow batter as the tempting, milky aroma filled the entire kitchen.

Chen Yuan hadn’t been particularly hungry, but the smell was already making his mouth water.

"You dove straight into the kitchen the moment you got back? You didn’t even rest. How was the new company today?"

"Well, Yaoyao hasn’t been eating on time. And you—you have no appetite in the mornings and always eat so little for breakfast. I thought I’d make some cupcakes so she can have a snack at home. You can also take some to school in a container to eat whenever you feel like it."

"Aww, you’re the very model of a perfect wife and mother," Chen Yuan said, floating on cloud nine from all the care. "I’m so happy."

"Hmph." Jiang Ning pouted, shooting him a subtle glance.

Her gaze was a mix of feigned annoyance and satisfaction at the compliment.

After watching quietly for a moment, Chen Yuan couldn’t resist. He snuck up behind Jiang Ning and suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist.

She stiffened in a brief panic, but then lowered her gaze and continued her work, letting Chen Yuan hold her. Having changed into flats at home, Ningning didn’t seem as tall or aloof. Instead, she exuded a captivating, gentle warmth.

Sometimes, Chen Yuan thought this warmth felt like a mother’s—a soft, maternal glow.

He held Jiang Ning close, resting his chin on her well-defined collarbone. The loose strands of hair on the nape of Ningning’s neck tickled his own, and with their bodies pressed together, they could clearly feel each other’s warmth.

No wonder loving couples would cuddle for so long after they both got home from work. Just holding each other like this, without needing to do anything more, seemed to melt away all the day’s unhappiness and fatigue.

"Stop fidgeting, that tickles," Ningning said, her cheeks flushing red.

"Alright," Chen Yuan said with a smack of his lips, reluctantly letting go.

He wasn’t trying to be lewd; he was just greedy for a moment of her softness.

Thankfully, the sisters were twins, so their natural scents and the perfumes and cosmetics they used were exactly the same. Otherwise, the moment he got close, either of them would be able to tell he’d just been intimate with the other. If that were the case, he wouldn’t even be able to get a hug.

He’d probably just get a slap across the face.

...

「A few minutes later.」

Chen Yuan could no longer cling to Jiang Ning like a koala. She had chased him out of the kitchen, and now he could only sit on the sofa, waiting eagerly to be fed.

Fortunately, Ningning didn’t make him wait long. Wearing thick oven mitts, she came over carrying a tray of freshly baked cupcakes and fragrant egg tarts.

"They’re ready, Chen. Come try one and tell me what you think."

"Let me try." Chen Yuan rubbed his hands together, immediately reaching for one.

"Careful, it’s hot," Jiang Ning said, swatting his hand away. She picked up a golden-yellow cupcake herself, parted her lips, and blew on it for a while. Only then did she carefully bring it to his mouth. "Take a small bite, sweetie. It’s really hot."

Her tenderness nearly melted Chen Yuan on the spot. ’What revenge? What violent Ningning?’ He cast all those thoughts to the back of his mind.

’A Ningning this wonderful could do no wrong! It must be that Yaoyao was being disobedient and made Mommy Ningning angry!’

Filled with righteous indignation once more, Chen Yuan decided he would give Yaoyao a good scolding later.

He opened his mouth and took a bite. A sweet sensation filled his mouth. The cupcake was soft and springy, and the aroma of pure ingredients exploded on his palate. It was baked to perfection.

"Wow..." Chen Yuan was at a loss for words. "This is so delicious! It’s even springier than the ones from the bakery."

"Really? I was worried I overbaked them," Ningning said, a hint of pleasant surprise in her exquisite eyes.

"Try it yourself."

"Okay."

Cupcakes are loaded with calories and sugar, so of course, Ningning wouldn’t eat much. She only took a tiny bite.

And it was from the very spot where Chen Yuan had just bitten.

Their three-way relationship had truly reached a new level. The constant hugging and kissing showed just how many "perks" Chen Yuan had been enjoying these days. It could only be described as having a girl on each arm, with more kisses than he could even handle.

"Not bad. This batch was a success."

After tasting it, Jiang Ning knew Chen Yuan wasn’t just flattering her. Her baking skills had indeed improved.

"Every batch you make is a success. Because you’re Ningning. The word ’outstanding’ was invented to describe you."

"Why are you being so sweet-tongued? Your praise is making me blush." Jiang Ning winked her left eye at him, a barely perceptible smile on her lips as she gave a soft, playful growl.

"It’s because your cupcake is so sweet," Chen Yuan mumbled with his cheeks full, then shamelessly added, "You should have a taste."

Jiang Ning narrowed her eyes and stared at him for a moment.

She hesitated slightly, but finally closed her eyes, leaned forward, and gently pecked him on the lips.

SMOOCH.

"Tasted it," she said, her cheeks instantly flushing. "Not bad. It’s very sweet, too."

"Was it?" Chen Yuan’s eyes widened in feigned surprise. "I didn’t feel a thing."

"Don’t be difficult. I clearly just kissed you."

"Then again—"

Chen Yuan tackled Ningning onto the sofa, looking down at her. With her hands pinned, Jiang Ning’s chest heaved, her shimmering eyes a mix of fear, anticipation, and shyness. How could Chen Yuan possibly resist a look like that?

...

"Ahem!" Chen Yuan left Apartment 1301 with great reluctance. He actually wanted to stay with Ningning a little longer, but the lonely Yaoyao on the other side had already messaged him several times asking what was going on.

He knew he couldn’t delay any longer, and he was starting to feel far too guilty.

He had come over to get justice for Yaoyao, but all he’d done was hug and kiss. The adults had their fun, but the "little monster" was a bit displeased, and Chen Yuan had to spend a long time soothing her...

Once you get started with physical intimacy, it’s addictive, like getting a taste of something exquisite that you just can’t stop craving.

He thought back to when he first started dating the sisters in person. He had been such an innocent boy. Now he’d become like this, to the point where whenever he was alone with either of them and took their hand, both Ningning and Yaoyao knew exactly what he wanted... Their eyes would fill with a mixture of shyness and reproach as they feigned resistance to his restless hands.

Chen Yuan composed himself, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and put on a serious expression before opening the door.

The moment he entered, he got into character, angrily slamming the door shut with a BANG.

"Unbelievable! Just unbelievable! She actually dared to argue back. Yaoyao, I finally understand how you feel. Ningning is just way too controlling."

He said this in a resentful tone, shaking his head.

He acted as if he were overwhelmed with frustration that he couldn’t vent, like he wanted to scream at the sky, practically half-dead from anger.

"Did you two fight?" Yaoyao put down her phone and asked nervously. "You didn’t come to blows, did you?"

"Almost. We were about to, but I was just letting Ningning have her way."

"How did it get that bad?" Jiang Yao was a little flustered. "I just asked you to reason with her, why did you get so angry? Can’t you talk things out? Young Master, you don’t have to go this far for me. I’ll feel guilty if you and my sister have a huge fight..."

"I’m so disappointed in her, truly disappointed... Sigh. Yaoyao, don’t argue with Ningning when you go back either. I almost made her cry, but she’s still too stubborn to admit she’s wrong."

"Huh? You were that harsh? My sister rarely cries."

"I just couldn’t swallow my anger! How dare she bully you?" Chen Yuan was so deep in character that he was suddenly overcome with sorrow. His voice became low and hoarse. "I can’t stand seeing you being bullied, Yaoyao. I have to get justice for you."

"Young Master... you’re too good to me. I won’t fight with my sister anymore, so you don’t get dragged into it..."

Yaoyao walked over, took Chen Yuan’s hand in the entryway, and was so moved that she was on the verge of tears. She started to hug him to comfort him.

In that moment, guilt and unease intertwined within her, and her own anger was about to completely vanish.

However, as the soft light of the entryway shone down, Jiang Yao looked up and got a clear view of Chen Yuan’s face. She froze abruptly.

The expression on the Young Master’s face was indeed one of anger. His brows were furrowed, and his lips seemed to be trembling slightly, probably from the argument... But why was there a red smudge on them?

’Wait a minute.’

’Why does that look so much like lipstick?’

Jiang Yao’s movements halted. In an instant, her touched expression slowly morphed into suspicion. A moment later, her face was completely blank.

She let go of Chen Yuan’s hand.

If Chen Yuan had looked in a mirror, he would have discovered a large smudge of matte red lipstick by the corner of his mouth—specifically, the best-selling Dior Matte 999, Ningning’s go-to shade.

It left Jiang Yao utterly speechless.

Her sister had come home in full makeup and obviously hadn’t taken it off yet. Jiang Yao, on the other hand, had been home all day and wore no makeup at all. It went without saying who had left that mark on his lips.

"I’m furious. Sigh. Yaoyao, you have to understand how much I care. Stop fighting with her, or I’m afraid I’ll lose control one day and have a huge blow-up with Ningning. I just can’t bear to see you being wronged."

"Is that so?" Yaoyao sneered.

She glanced at him sideways, watching him put on his act.

"Of course! You should have seen how intense it was next door. I was pounding the table, full of righteous indignation, and gave Ningning a harsh lesson."

"Screw you! You bastard, Young Master! Still lying? Go look in a mirror!"

Jiang Yao kicked Chen Yuan in the thigh, pushed him away, and ran back to her own apartment, covering her nose, aggrieved.

"?" Chen Yuan stood frozen in place.

’What mirror? Was my acting not convincing enough? Did she see through it?’

Chen Yuan clutched his aching thigh and sucked in a sharp breath of air.

Yaoyao hadn’t held back on that kick at all.