[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m":3,"chapter-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-39":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant)",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},533155,785,"Chapter 39: Consummation","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-39",39,"\u003Cp>The room is dark when my eyes finally open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the comfortable darkness of early morning, but the deep black of late evening, pale light from the curtains the only indication that the world outside still exists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What time is it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My phone says eight PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slept through the entire afternoon and into the evening, exhaustion from the hospital visit and Bael’s revelation about Uncle Ming finally catching up with me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body feels heavy, sluggish, but at least the nausea that’s been my constant companion has faded for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shower helps, hot water washing away the grogginess, the lingering tension from watching that security footage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone tried to kill me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought keeps circling back no matter how hard I try to push it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle Ming orchestrated the whole thing... planted a server, tampered with the chandelier, timed it perfectly to eliminate me and the baby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should be terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe I am, underneath the strange calm I’ve been maintaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But death itself doesn’t scare me the way it probably should.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve already died once, choked on coffee in a cubicle, woke up in this body with memories that aren’t mine and a life I never asked for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I die again, maybe I’ll just transmigrate somewhere else, start over in another world, another body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought is almost comforting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve been through so much in this life already, more than I experienced in my twenty-eight years on Earth combined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scandal, the family rejection, Feifei’s devastation, the pregnancy, the marriage, all of it compressed into weeks that felt like years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It can’t be for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t have survived all of that just to die at the hands of some third-rate villain trying to steal an inheritance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I finish showering and pull on simple pajamas, loose cotton pants and a thin shirt that’s comfortable against my skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hair is still damp when I pad back into the bedroom, droplets sliding down my neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grab the glass of water Mrs. Wen left on the nightstand earlier and drink it down, throat dry from sleeping so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The estate is quiet around me, just the distant sounds of staff moving through lower floors, the hum of expensive climate control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should probably eat something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought barely forms before there’s a knock at my door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it opens immediately without waiting for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bael stands in the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still in his work clothes, dress shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows, top buttons undone, hair slightly mussed like he’s been running his hands through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing here?\" I ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes sweep over me slowly, taking in the damp hair, the thin pajamas that suddenly feel too revealing under his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should be asking you that.\" He steps inside and closes the door behind him. \"What are you doing here? Why are you sleeping in a different room from your husband’s?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word *husband* makes something twist in my chest, strange and uncomfortable, but I push it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a business arrangement, nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve always slept here,\" I manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was before.\" He crosses the room in three strides, fingers catching the collar of my pajama shirt. \"Things are different now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he’s pulling me forward, practically dragging me toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, what are you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Consummating our marriage.\" His voice is matter-of-fact, like he’s discussing a business transaction. \"You shouldn’t run away from your responsibilities.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My face burns. \"I wasn’t running...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weren’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t let me answer, just keeps pulling me down the hallway toward his room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our room now, apparently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door closes behind us with a decisive click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His room is larger than mine, darker, everything in shades of charcoal and deep blue. The bed dominates the space, massive, four-poster, sheets that probably cost more than a car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bael turns to face me, and there’s something predatory in his expression that makes my pulse spike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re married now,\" he says, voice low. \"Might as well make it official.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding, one hand fisting in my damp hair while the other grips my hip hard enough to bruise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kiss back without thinking, my body responding even as my brain tries to catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tongue pushes past my lips, claiming, possessive, and I can taste the faint bitterness of coffee on his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lie down,\" he says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not a request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sit on the edge of the bed, then shift back until I’m lying against the pillows, heart hammering against my ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bael follows me down, settling his weight over me, knees bracketing my hips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands go to my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on mine the whole time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cool air hits my skin as he pushes the fabric aside, exposing my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze drops to my nipples and I fight the urge to cover myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beautiful,\" he murmurs, almost to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his mouth is on me, tongue circling one nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation shoots straight through me, pleasure mixed with something sharper, and I can’t stop the sound that escapes my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulls back just enough to speak against my skin. \"Sensitive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His laugh vibrates through me. \"Make me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reach up to pull him into another kiss but he catches my wrists, pins them above my head with one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not yet,\" he says. \"I’m not done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His free hand trails down my stomach, fingers tracing the slight curve there that’s barely visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The baby’s growing,\" he observes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah,\" I breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\" His hand keeps moving lower, slipping under the waistband of my pajama pants. \"Now stop talking and let me take care of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulls my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, tossing them aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m completely exposed now, naked under his gaze, and the vulnerability of it makes my face burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Bael doesn’t look away, just keeps staring like he’s memorizing every detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect,\" he says quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his hand wraps around my cock and I gasp at the sudden contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strokes slowly, deliberately, thumb circling the head until I’m leaking pre-come and squirming against the sheets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A broken sound escapes my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s it.\" His voice is rough now, control slipping. \"We’re taking this slow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slow is torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand keeps moving, building pleasure in steady waves until I’m panting and my hips are lifting off the bed trying to get more friction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he lets go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I make a sound of protest but he’s already moving, settling between my legs, pushing my thighs wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Already wet,\" he observes, fingers sliding through the slick there. \"Your body knows exactly what it wants.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t have a response to that because he’s pushing one finger inside me and my brain short-circuits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stretch feels good, better than it should, and when he adds a second finger I’m already pressing back against his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s it,\" he murmurs, working me open with methodical patience. \"Just like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finds that spot inside me and my back arches off the bed, a broken sound tearing from my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Found it.\" Satisfaction colors his voice. \"Let’s see how many times I can make you fall apart tonight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers are still moving, hitting that spot with devastating precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait—\" I gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shh.\" He leans down to kiss me, fingers still moving inside me. \"Doctor said no strenuous exercise. So I’ll do all the work. You just lie there and take it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulls his fingers out and I hear the sound of his belt, the rasp of his zipper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he’s positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Relax,\" he murmurs against my ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushes in slowly, so slowly, letting me feel every inch as he fills me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stretch burns despite the preparation, despite how wet I am, but underneath the discomfort is pleasure that makes my toes curl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he’s fully seated, buried as deep as he can go, we both freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck,\" Bael breathes. \"Always so tight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t speak, can only grip his shoulders and try to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He starts moving, slow deep thrusts that hit that spot inside me with devastating precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each slide of his cock sends pleasure spiraling through me, building higher and higher until I’m moaning with every breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s it,\" he murmurs, lips against my neck. \"Let me hear you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand wraps around my cock again, stroking in time with his thrusts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dual stimulation is too much, pleasure building to an unbearable peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m...\" I can’t finish the sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go ahead,\" he says against my ear. \"Come for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I do, spilling over his hand with a broken cry, my body clenching around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t stop, just keeps thrusting through my orgasm until I’m oversensitive and squirming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pace increases slightly, still controlled but relentless, his hand works my cock back to hardness despite the oversensitivity, and the pleasure builds again, sharper this time, almost painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I come the second time, everything whites out behind my eyelids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bael finally lets himself go, thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel his knot starting to swell, pressing against my rim, and then he’s pushing it inside with one final thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stretch is intense, overwhelming, but before I can process it he’s coming, heat flooding my body as his knot swells fully, locking us together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mine,\" he breathes against my hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exhaustion hits me like a wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the orgasms and the emotional weight of everything today, my body just gives up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes are already closing even as Bael’s knot pulses inside me, still swollen and keeping us connected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Runze?\" His voice sounds distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mmm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, you sleep.\" Fingers brush my damp hair back from my forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thing I feel before darkness takes me is Bael’s knot starting to deflate, his arms wrapping around me, holding me secure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, at least, I can rest.\u003C\u002Fp>",1718,"2026-05-30T13:48:48.524Z","2026-06-01T04:31:23.281Z",1,"novelbin.me","9a6261f068bed62d7c432f557030b219dfd6eeb9f6827b51dbfe72bde78509d6","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-40","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-38",106,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-cover.jpg"]