My Arch-Nemesis is the R-Rated Male Lead - Chapter 30

Zhou Li looked at her pleading eyes and withdrew his damp palm. Lu Rong bit her lip, staring back at him in embarrassment.

She hadn’t expected to be so sensitive that just a kiss from him could reduce her to this state.

She tried to kick him away, but Zhou Li seized her ankles and pulled her beneath him. As if straining to restrain something, he simply gazed down at her in silence.

Hot sweat slid down his neck and disappeared into his loosely opened collar. Lu Rong’s eyes followed the trail, fixing on the full, defined curves of his chest muscles. In the dim light, they were like the most tantalizing bait.

Noticing her stare, Zhou Li lowered himself again and tentatively covered her lips with his. This time, he didn’t ravage her tender mouth like a beast or push his tongue deep into her throat.

It felt more like cautious supplication. He gently traced the outline of her lips with his tongue, warming the delicate bow until it grew feverish.

These meticulous kisses tormented Lu Rong even more. It was as if countless tiny ants were crawling over her skin. The tingling sensation made her instinctively clutch his hand, tightening her grip.

Her eyes glistened with a dazed, unfocused haze. Her nostrils flared. He was torturing her.

Especially the hand resting on her waist, which wandered just below the sensitive swell of her breasts. Each time she thought it would finally make contact, that scorching heat merely brushed past.

He was keeping her teetering on the edge, suspended in agonizing anticipation.

She bit his lip, feeling his palm hover below her heart. Subconsciously, she shifted her body downward, arching her chest to press herself fully into his waiting hand. A soft, delicate moan escaped her.

Zhou Li felt the excessive softness and fullness under his palm.

He thought to himself, she had been right before, his hand truly couldn’t contain her.

Her voluntary surrender shattered Zhou Li’s last shreds of restraint. The once tender, detailed kisses began transforming into something deeper, more invasive.

Lu Rong was kissed into a dizzy stupor, like a bewildered little rabbit. All she could do was blush, part her lips, and wait for him to claim her.

Even as her clothes were stripped down to her elbows and draped over her arms, she still arched her upper body, offering herself to his lips.

“Don’t bite.” She bit her own lip, her fingers clutching the crown of his hair as she gazed at him through tear-brimmed eyes. His mouth traveled down her neck in a series of kisses that verged on bites, leaving a trail of red marks that bloomed across her collarbone.

The scattered blooms of color continued their descent. As his lips neared an even more pristine, snow-white expanse, her entire body went rigid with tension.

She even tried to shrink back instinctively, but Zhou Li simply pressed his palm firmly against the small of her back, trapping her so completely that she could do nothing but let him devour her.

Lu Rong realized with a jolt that before she could even locate his sensitive spots, he had already discovered hers.

Overwhelmed, her shoulders hunched, her breath caught, and her calves tensed. The pleasure was so intense it made her want to kick him away.

As she shifted her foot slightly, a chill touched her skin just above the ankle. She lowered her gaze and saw the thick, inky-black tail coiling around her calf once more.

This was her first time seeing Zhou Li’s true demonic form. So, he really was a snake spirit.

Perhaps noticing her dazed distraction, Zhou Li lifted his head to look at her before crushing his lips against hers again. “What are you afraid of? Hmm?” His thumb brushed her earlobe. “Do you like my tail?”

Lu Rong was beyond words. Her mouth was filled with the sweet liquid he had forced past her lips. What she couldn’t swallow in time spilled from the corner of her mouth, tracing a path into the hollow of her collarbone before overflowing and streaming down her pale skin toward her alluringly slender waist.

Zhou Li’s palms were searingly hot, but his tail was cold.

All traces of prior hesitation and nervousness vanished from Lu Rong’s eyes, replaced by utter, wanton abandon. A fire burned inside her, leaving her aching with emptiness.

The tail encircling her calf seemed to seek out the source of her dissatisfaction. It slid upward over her knee and disappeared beneath the hem of her skirt.

Lu Rong let out a low cry, her body flushing a deeper shade of crimson.

“What place is that?” he asked, his voice gravelly. “Why do you tremble so much?”

“Mmmph, don’t ask.” She tried to raise a hand to cover his mouth, but her palm was caught between his damp lips, then pinned firmly above her head alongside the other. His free hand tightened its grip on her legs. 

“No…” Lu Rong tried to struggle, her dark hair damp at her nape, looking up at him with pitiful, crimson-rimmed eyes.

She looked as though she’d been terribly wronged.

Yet he seemed not to hear. Her toes curled, her breathing grew ragged as she pleaded in a whisper, “Zhou Li… Please… stop…”

“You don’t like the tail, hm?” He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her trembling lashes.

Lu Rong managed a tearful “Mmm-hmm,” then shook her head.

Conscious thought had fled, and pure instinct took over. She clung to his shoulders, seeking his lips, needing the contact to ease the ache within her. As she shifted slightly, rubbing against his scaled tail, she threw her head back with a sharp gasp. Zhou Li hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her tear-streaked face up to his gaze.

She was truly ripe, glistening with moisture.

It made him want to devour her.

His serpent’s tail, attuned to his rising desire, coiled tighter. Lu Rong’s thighs clenched, and a sob broke from her, overwhelmed. “No… You bastard!”

Yet her body arched into his, a contradiction of piteous need as she nuzzled into the hollow of his throat, whimpering incessantly.

Zhou Li’s scalp prickled with intensity. The hunger in him that had gone unsatisfied was finally being sated, bit by bit.

But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to push further, to be rougher, wilder.

But Lu Rong stole that initiative. Her slender, pale hand grasped the very tip of his tail and brought it to her parted, glistening lips. Then, as if in petty revenge, she nipped it with her teeth.

His gaze froze. His mouth crashed down on hers, not to soothe but to conquer, his tongue pushing past her lips in a claiming stroke that had her choking, tears streaming anew.

Seeing her cry, a shred of mercy made him relent. He broke the punishing kiss, pressing a placating kiss to her reddened mouth instead, though his eyes had gone dark.

He knew he couldn’t look at her anymore. It would only send him completely over the edge. 

He clasped her waist and turned her over, her back now facing him. Lu Rong knelt among the disheveled clothes, her slender, pale fingers clutching the blanket tightly, the joints turning white from the strain.

Her waist curved inward, and the nape of her neck felt as if it had been bitten by a wild beast. He tightened his grip on her legs.

Lu Rong’s face was buried in the pillow, the light around her swaying, her sobs coming in broken fragments.

She didn’t know how long it lasted. Her knees hurt so badly she could no longer bear to kneel and could only plead, “It hurts… my knees hurt…”

But he was a beast, rubbing the skin raw on her inner thighs before gripping her palms tightly.

It was then that she realized—his human form also numbered two.

And she couldn’t even hold them both!

He truly was a beast!

As darkness fell, the chaotic, intermingled breaths in the Wuhui Tower finally stilled.

Because Lu Rong had completely given in and passed out.

Yet Zhou Li remained far from relieved.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It suddenly dawned on him—from the very beginning, he had been insatiable. But Lu Rong’s palms were completely red, and even her legs were trembling.

He had tormented her so pitifully.

He picked up the pitiful girl and carried her into the warm spring water, examining the marks on her body.

His fingertip brushed the nape of her neck, a small wound he had bitten there.

Unable to suppress his beastly nature, he had wanted to mark her as his own in a frenzy.

The touch of his fingertip made Lu Rong, even in her unconscious state, tremble.

A pained sound escaped her nostrils, her brows furrowing: “Beast… hmph.”

Hearing her soft murmur, Zhou Li pinched her soft cheek. “Stop acting cute. Sleep.”

Lu Rong leaned against his chest and slept soundly.

Zhou Li washed her clean, then went to the top floor to fetch new clothes for her to wear.

It took him quite some time to finally dress her properly. He walked out alone, and Bing Lie immediately sidled over, circling him several times.

“Master, did you finish eating Lu Rong?” Bing Lie asked.

Zhou Li had no desire to answer that question.

As Bing Lie tried to peek inside first, Zhou Li reached out and grasped it. “Practice swordplay.”

Bing Lie: “…Master, other people hug and sleep together after a night of passion!”

Zhou Li seemed not to hear, simply holding it and beginning his sword drills.

It was then that Bing Lie realized, its master might not have been fully satisfied. After all, he was restless and irritable during practice, clearly exhibiting signs of frustrated desire.

In the end, Zhou Li didn’t practice many moves. He put the sword away with a decisive motion and returned to the room.

He lay down beside the peacefully sleeping Lu Rong. She was tangled in the quilt, looking quiet and well-behaved in her slumber.

She seemed even more like a weary little kitten that had been thoroughly ravaged.

He gazed at her long, lowered eyelashes and even lightly touched them. Lu Rong seemed to startle awake, her eyes opening slightly to look at him in a daze.

Finally, as if sleepwalking, she nuzzled her face against his hand, then hugged his arm, bending her legs to clamp it between them.

Zhou Li: “…”

She… wasn’t satisfied either?

Zhou Li’s hand stiffened in place. He was afraid of touching the spots where her skin had been rubbed raw, but Lu Rong’s body temperature was also scorchingly high, as if it could melt his hand.

He remained in that position, watching her for a long time. The room was silent, yet the pounding in his chest felt clamorous to him.

Back then, when he had first stepped into Xuan Yang Sect amidst everyone’s mockery, Lu Rong had been the first person to approach him.

Even then, he had felt an inexplicable sense of possessiveness toward her.

And until now, that possessiveness had only grown more and more intense.

He detested every man who came near her, yet there were so many who liked her.

He stared at her face, his fingertip brushing against her brow and eyes.

He truly wanted to coil her forever within his tail. 

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Lu Rong dreamed she was coiled around by a huge black snake, in a way that felt utterly perverse.

She struggled, her palm finally pressing against a wall of muscle.

The slightly cool touch against her palm jolted her awake.

She opened her eyes and saw a familiar face in the dimness—Zhou Li.

Her mind seemed to automatically replay the absurd scenes from last night, accompanied by the system’s voice.

[Congratulations, host. You have completed the task of touching the male lead’s sensitive area for three seconds.]

Hearing this, all the pain in her body surged forth—her legs, her waist, and especially her palm.

That pain reminded her that last night, she had done far more than just touch his sensitive spot for three seconds. It felt more like three hours!

He was a complete deviant!

[You may continue to choose to view the male lead’s inner monologue subtitles.]

The system reminded her.

Looking at the big villain sleeping soundly beside her, Lu Rong thought to herself that all she wanted now was to run away.

This man truly lived up to being the male lead of a restricted novel! He was absolutely inhuman!

“System,” Lu Rong asked urgently, “I want to erase his memory of last night!”

[Sorry, you cannot attack the male lead.]

Lu Rong: “???” 

What the hell? That counts as attacking him?

Then what he did last night was practically murder!

Too angry to ask more, Lu Rong just wanted to flee. She struggled to sit up, holding her aching waist, and tried to swing her sore legs off the bed.

I’ll never help that perverted snake with his rut again! she swore inwardly.

Before one foot could even touch the floor, a chilling presence surged from beside her, freezing her in place.

Before she could turn, a long-fingered hand reached out before her, pulling her straight back into an embrace.

Her body, overstimulated from the night before, still trembled at the slightest touch, as if thoroughly fried.

She shrank back involuntarily, meeting Zhou Li’s dark, somber eyes.

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