[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant)

I have a plan.

It’s not a great plan, probably not even a good plan, but it’s a plan.

And right now, sitting here staring at my phone with all of Xue Lian’s messages glaring back at me, it’s the only plan I’ve got.

Xue Lian wants to play games? Fine.

I can play games too.

He’s trying to make me jealous, trying to seduce Bael right in front of me with his cryptic messages and his perfectly timed phone calls and his convenient lunches that just happen to require updates sent directly to my phone.

But here’s the thing he seems to have forgotten.

I’m the one who’s already married to Bael.

I’m the one who lives in this house, sleeps in this bed, has unlimited access to him every single day.

I’m the one wearing his ring, carrying his child, sitting in his home while Xue Lian is somewhere else sending desperate messages like he’s trying to convince himself he still has a chance.

I have the advantage here.

So the solution is simple: don’t let Bael get seduced.

Or more accurately, make sure I’m the one doing the seducing.

This isn’t even about Bael, not really, this is between me and Xue Lian.

A competition I didn’t ask for but I’m sure as hell not going to lose.

If Bael wants to cheat, if he wants to step out on this arrangement we have, fine, whatever, I can’t control that.

But it’s not going to be with Xue Lian.

That white lotus can find someone else to manipulate.

I’ll keep Bael so thoroughly occupied with me that he doesn’t have time to think about Xue Lian, let alone meet with him.

Bite marks in visible places so everyone knows exactly who he belongs to.

Lunch delivered to his office so often it becomes routine, so expected that missing it would be weird.

Dinner dates, evening plans, morning routines, anything and everything to fill every available gap in his schedule.

If Xue Lian can’t get access, he can’t do anything.

And according to his last message, the one I finally checked after staring at my phone for twenty minutes, he’s planning to meet Bael again tomorrow.

Something about discussing another contract, another convenient excuse to monopolize Bael’s time.

Not happening.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

First step: tonight.

Make it very clear that I’m not just going to sit here quietly while Xue Lian waltzes back into Bael’s life like he has any right to be there.

I check the time.

Bael should be home in about thirty minutes, maybe less depending on traffic.

That gives me just enough time to get ready.

I head to the bathroom first, turning the shower on hot and stepping under the spray, I spend longer than usual making sure everything is perfect, using the expensive body wash that smells subtle and clean, shampooing twice, conditioning until my hair feels soft under my fingers.

When I step out, I take my time drying off, then grab one of the lotions from the counter, something with a light scent that won’t be overwhelming but will be noticeable if someone gets close enough.

Which is exactly the point.

I rub it into my skin, arms, legs, anywhere that might be visible or touchable, then study myself in the mirror.

Okay.

Not bad.

Now for the main event.

I walk back into the bedroom and head straight for Bael’s side of the wardrobe, his shirts are all perfectly pressed, hanging in neat rows organized by color, each one probably worth more than I used to make in a week.

I grab one in cream, soft fabric that feels like silk but isn’t quite, and pull it off the hanger.

It’s way too big on me, obviously, the shoulders hanging past where they should, the hem falling to mid-thigh when I put it on.

Perfect.

I leave it unbuttoned, not all the way, just enough that my collarbone is visible, chest partially exposed, the fabric loose and casual like I just threw it on without thinking, then I slide one sleeve down off my shoulder, letting it hang there in a way that feels deliberately careless.

I turn to look at myself in the full-length mirror.

Yeah.

This works.

The shirt swallows me in all the right ways, making me look smaller, the kind of image that probably triggers something in people who like that sort of thing.

And the fact that it’s Bael’s shirt specifically, that I’m wearing his clothes with nothing underneath, sends a message that doesn’t need words.

This is a territorial thing now.

Xue Lian wants to mark his claim? I can do that better.

Now for the finishing touch.

I pad over to the mini fridge we have in the corner of the room, the one I made sure to stock earlier with all the ice cream and desserts I bought during my shopping trip.

Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, some fancy brand that cost way too much but tasted incredible when I tried it in the store.

I grab the vanilla, get a spoon from the small drawer underneath, and climb onto the bed.

The sheets are cool against my bare legs, smooth and expensive like everything else in this house.

I arrange myself carefully.

Face down, propped up on my elbows so the shirt rides up slightly in the back, just enough to show the curve of my thighs, the fact that I’m not wearing anything underneath.

One leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out, casual but deliberate.

I open the ice cream container and scoop out a spoonful, bringing it to my mouth slowly.

The cold hits my tongue, sweet and smooth, and I let it melt there for a second before swallowing.

Then I take another bite.

And another.

Each one slower than the last, more deliberate, tongue catching the spoon on the way out in a way that would look ridiculous if I thought about it too hard.

But I’m not thinking about it.

I’m just eating ice cream, It’s completely normal.

Totally innocent.

My heart is beating faster than it should be, anticipation mixed with nerves mixed with the satisfaction of knowing I’m about to win whatever stupid game Xue Lian thinks he’s playing.

He wants Bael’s attention? He can fight me for it.

And I’m not planning to lose.

I hear it then.

The sound of the front door opening downstairs, footsteps in the hallway. Heavy, measured, the confident stride of someone who owns the space they’re walking through.

Getting closer.

My pulse kicks up another notch and I force myself to stay still, keep my eyes on the ice cream container like I haven’t noticed he’s home yet.

Just eating ice cream.

Completely casual.

Nothing unusual happening here.

The bedroom door opens.

I don’t look up immediately, just scoop another spoonful and bring it to my mouth, tongue sliding over the spoon to catch every last bit, then I glance over my shoulder, casually, like I just noticed someone walking in.

Bael is standing in the doorway.

Completely still.

His hand is frozen on the doorknob, his eyes locked on me with an intensity that makes my skin heat despite the ice cream.

I watch his gaze track slowly over my body, starting at my bare legs, moving up to where the shirt has ridden up in the back, lingering there for a moment before continuing up my spine to my exposed shoulder.

Then to my face.

To my mouth.

To the ice cream melting on the spoon I’m still holding.

The silence stretches between us, heavy and charged with something I can’t quite name, I can see the exact moment something shifts in his expression, the careful control slipping just slightly to show something underneath.

Want, maybe, or surprise, or both.

Good.

Let Xue Lian try to compete with this.

"...What are you doing?" he finally asks.

His voice is carefully even, controlled in that way he always is, but there’s an edge to it that wasn’t there before.

An edge that tells me this is working.

I scoop another spoonful of ice cream, bring it to my lips, let my tongue slide over it in a way that’s definitely not innocent anymore.

Then I tilt my head slightly, aiming to act confused.

"Uhh?" I let my voice come out soft, questioning. "What do you mean? I’m just eating ice cream."