My Arch-Nemesis is the R-Rated Male Lead - Chapter 23

Lu Rong shrank back, her scalp tingling, especially as the chill began to intrude boldly under her skirt.

She instinctively wanted to scream, but he pressed his lips over hers at just the right moment, silencing her.

All her words turned into muffled sobs. She gripped his shoulders, her whole body taut with tension.

Her legs weakly kicked, but the cool, slender tail coiled around her thigh, constricting and sliding with each movement.

The tingling it generated felt like electric currents racing through every limb.

She huddled closer, trying to pull away, her high nose brushing against his palm that blocked her vision.

Overwhelmed and panicked, her body instinctively pressed against him even as she tried to push him away, whispering, “Zhou Li…”

Yet her hand met only scorching heat, the reverse scale on his chest, as if a cluster of flames were hidden beneath it.

It seemed capable of burning Zhou Li and itself to ashes.

Zhou Li kissed her with a calm exterior, yet his eyes blazed with wildness. He sucked on her tongue, and Lu Rong felt him push a rush of sweet moisture inside.

She didn’t even have a chance to swallow.

A glistening sheen of moisture slid down her slender neck, into her deep collarbone, leaving a luminous trail on her fair, flushed skin.

His tongue brushed past, wiping away the moisture.

“Mmm~” Lu Rong’s initial tremor turned into a soft shudder as the cool tip of his tail tentatively touched her waist, moving downward.

Zhou Li’s large hands gripped her slender waist, leaving her no room to escape.

Her breaths grew shallower. Lightheaded from his kisses, her tense body began to soften and warm, wet with desire; the kisses no longer sufficed.

But Zhou Li pulled away first, his breath ragged as he whispered in her ear, “That’s enough.”

Lu Rong’s eyes were still covered by him. Already on edge, she tilted her head back and bit his chin like a defiant little animal, her teeth grazing his Adam’s apple and the hollow of his neck, leaving bright red marks everywhere.

She didn’t know why she felt even hotter than Zhou Li. She seemed to be in heat too, wanting nothing more than to press her skin against his, pitifully rubbing her flushed face against his neck.

A soft moan escaped her. When the warm tip of his tail touched her wetness, her mind went blank, and her body collapsed into his arms.

Zhou Li gazed down at the person fainted in his embrace, his fervor not yet fully fading, as his long tail withdrew from the warm water.

A sweet, delicate fragrance filled the air, but the scent from the tip of his tail was even richer and more intoxicating.

“Master, how are you?” Bing Lie asked, concerned.

“I’m fine.” Zhou Li draped his outer robe over her shoulders. His body was not yet satisfied. The fervor within him was forcibly suppressed once more.

He gazed at her flushed face, still glistening with fragrant sweat. His fingertips brushed her snow-white neck, and as he lowered his head, sharp fangs glinted.

Zhou Li wanted to leave a permanent mark on that expanse of white skin.

But he knew now was not the right time.

Finally, he lightly nibbled her delicate, red earlobe, like savoring a ripe fruit, easing the remaining fire within him.

His tongue brushed against her heart one last time, leaving a damp patch infused with his unique scent. He adjusted his collar, concealing entirely the possessive intent behind his actions.

He rose and stepped out. Bing Lie hurried over, and upon seeing the red bite marks on his neck and collarbone, he was taken aback: “Master, did Lu Rong force herself on you?”

Zhou Li coldly dismissed his concern.

He had deliberately allowed Lu Rong to bite him, ensuring she would see the evidence of her transgression come morning.

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Lu Rong didn’t know how long she had slept, but when she woke up, her body felt satisfied.

However, opening her eyes and looking around, she instantly became fully alert.

This was Zhou Li’s room.

She sat up like a zombie, taking in the bed beneath her and the clothes piled haphazardly beside it.

Lu Rong: “???” 

That’s it…

She was on Zhou Li’s bed, her sluggish brain belatedly replaying her own beastly actions.

She had forcefully kissed Zhou Li, even pounced on him and bitten his neck and collarbone.

No wonder she felt satisfied.

Lu Rong was dumbfounded. What could be more thrilling than sleeping with her mortal enemy?

Especially since she remembered Zhou Li restraining himself halfway through, saying, “That’s enough.”

Then she couldn’t stop herself and fiercely bit him again.

Covering her face in embarrassment, she hurriedly grabbed the messy clothes and put them on.

Feeling guilty, she peeked around, and seeing no one, Lu Rong tiptoed away as fast as she could.

She didn’t want to be a bad woman, but she really couldn’t face Zhou Li.

She wished she could instantly be a thousand miles away.

Unfortunately, her Baili Dun technique couldn’t instantly return her home.

Before she could even move, Zhou Li’s cold voice reached her, “Leaving?”

Lu Rong froze, awkwardly turning to see the figure that had appeared behind her.

Her eyes immediately fell upon the bright red marks on Zhou Li’s neck, mottled against his pale skin and extending all the way to his tightly closed collar.

Clear evidence.

She had bitten him.

Lu Rong’s heart quivered.

[Why did I leave him so many hickeys?]

[I really am a beast. I actually find him so alluring.]

[Ahhh, I can’t look, I’ll be unable to resist reminiscing.]

She instinctively averted her gaze, but Zhou Li seemed to deliberately remain in her line of sight.

He stepped closer, and Lu Rong instinctively retreated.

She bumped into the door behind her, eyes wide as she stared at him. “No, don’t come any closer.”

Zhou Li looked down at her, said nothing, and simply opened the door with one hand, turning into the room.

Watching his retreating figure, Lu Rong felt a pang of guilt, as if she had toyed with an innocent young man and then discarded him.

She frowned and softly called, “Zhou Li.”

Zhou Li stopped, without even turning to look at her.

Lu Rong was now afraid to meet his gaze.

“I won’t tell anyone your identity, but you can’t hurt people,” she said, hesitating before adding, “And let’s forget what happened last night!”

She turned and ran, fearing that if she was too slow, Zhou Li might cleave her in two with a single strike.

The room fell silent. Zhou Li simply looked toward the doorway, watching Lu Rong’s frantic retreat, his eyes filled with understanding.

His lips tightened slightly. Bing Lie asked again, “Master, are you really not going to bring her back? You’re already doing your best to control yourself; if this continues, your demonic body will completely spiral out of control.”

Zhou Li didn’t seem concerned. “I know what I’m doing.”

He knew what she liked, and he knew she wouldn’t want it just once.

Lu Rong ran back to Zhuiyu Tower. Zhou Li didn’t appear, and she was left exhausted, panting heavily.

She slumped into a chair, her mind consumed by the memory of Zhou Li kissing her the night before.

And the strength with which he gripped her waist.

He was a virgin, yet possessed incredible brute strength.

“Rongrong, you’re back? Where did you go last night? You didn’t come back all night.” Xue’er ran into the house and started nagging as soon as she saw her.

“Xue’er, I want to take a bath. Prepare some hot water for me.” Lu Rong didn’t want to move, but her body felt a little sticky.

Especially the places where Zhou Li’s demonic tail had wrapped around her last night. She vaguely felt his scent lingering.

Or rather, even though Zhou Li wasn’t by her side, she felt as if she were still completely enveloped by him in his broad chest.

Lu Rong’s face flushed. After Xue’er prepared the hot water, she took off her clothes and soaked in the water.

Her fingertips touched a ring of red on her inner thigh and waist.

The bright red marks still bore traces of scales.

She subconsciously looked at her chest.

So the injury on her chest before was also caused by his tail wrapping around her.

He had lost control then.

Lu Rong buried her chin in the water, thinking, I hope Zhou Li’s heat cycle ends soon.

Otherwise, she’d be aroused by him too!

After showering, she changed into fresh clothes and went to her studio, intending to draw.

But with her chin resting on her hand, before she even started, the images from last night resurfaced in her mind.

Even the sight of herself whimpering from his kiss was crystal clear.

Every frame felt a bit too explicit.

The more Lu Rong thought, the more agitated she became. “Ah, I can’t think about it, I can’t think about it anymore!”

Qiu Ling entered and saw Lu Rong’s frantic, restless state. Curiously, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

Lu Rong’s face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head to hide it.

Qiu Ling, her longtime friend, couldn’t miss her odd behavior. “Why are you blushing?”

“Nothing!” Lu Rong hurriedly denied.

Qiu Ling leaned closer, pulled open her collar, and sniffed. “Why do you smell so strongly of Venerable Jian?”

“Huh?” Lu Rong sniffed herself but detected nothing. “Is it that obvious?”

“Hahaha, just kidding!” Qiu Ling grabbed her head. “Tell me, what happened between you and Venerable Jian?”

“Nothing! We’re innocent!” Lu Rong struggled desperately.

Qiu Ling clicked her tongue. “Lu Rong, don’t you know your own behavior? You slept with Venerable Jian?”

Lu Rong: “…No, no.”

“Hmm?” Qiu Ling looked at her.

Lu Rong finally gave up and slumped onto the table. “I didn’t sleep with him, but I kissed him, and I left him a lot of hickeys.”

“You actually came back safely.” Qiu Ling found it unbelievable.

Lu Rong sighed softly, thinking, That was only because I helped Zhou Li with his heat cycle. Otherwise I wouldn’t have provoked him.

Besides, she had vaguely noticed yesterday that Zhou Li seemed to have one more than the average man.

How was he so gifted in that area!

And he had more than others!

That must be really great.

No…no.

Lu Rong patted her head, quickly stopping her wandering thoughts.

But Zhou Li had already overheard everything she was thinking; they had shared so much passion last night.

Their bond had deepened even further.

Lu Rong was still troubled and asked Qiu Ling, “A’Ling, do you think there’s any way to stop my mind from remembering?”

“Cut off your head,” Qiu Ling said with a smile.

Lu Rong: “???” 

She really was unreliable.

Resting her cheeks on her hands, Zhou Li’s image kept flashing through her mind.

Seeing her so distressed, Qiu Ling took a small bottle of medicine from her bosom. “I recently refined this medicine called Forget-Me-Not Water. Drinking it clears the mind and prevents overthinking, but…”

Before she could finish her “but,” Lu Rong had already gulped it down.

After drinking it, her mind felt completely blank.

Her eyes lit up instantly. “It really works!”

She couldn’t remember anything from last night at all.

“But it will only give you a three-second memory! Do you still want to participate in the sect competition?!”

Lu Rong: “…” She felt certain she was destined for last place in the sect competition.

Zhou Li, standing by the window listening to her thoughts, suddenly frowned.

He realized he could no longer hear Lu Rong’s mind.

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