My Arch-Nemesis is the R-Rated Male Lead - Chapter 42

Zhou Li watched her—drunk, barely lucid—and yet still unbearably seductive.

“Do you know who I am?” He didn’t move an inch, only looked at her quietly.

Lu Rong gazed at him with bright, childlike eyes, leaning even closer of her own accord.

“I know,” she said. “You’re Zhou Li.”

After that, she swayed forward slightly, tentatively brushing her lips against his—like a dragonfly skimming the surface of a calm lake, stirring countless ripples.

Zhou Li’s palm came to the back of her neck, holding her like a kitten, pulling her just a breath away. “Who do you want to kiss?”

Lu Rong looked at him, then leaned in again, trying to continue the kiss.

Zhou Li retreated half a step. “Say it clearly.”

They were so close their breaths tangled together, yet she still couldn’t touch him.

Her eyes shimmered with moisture. “I want to kiss Zhou Li.”

“Who do you want to sleep with for one night?”

“I want to sleep with you for one night.”

She looked up at him, her gaze so pure it held not a trace of impurity.

Zhou Li’s Adam’s apple rolled.

So obedient.

His palm gently kneaded the back of her neck. He lowered his head and lightly pecked her lips, just a touch, then pulled away.

Lu Rong looked at him blankly, lips parted. “That’s it? Just one kiss?”

“Are you… not capable?” she asked seriously. “Other people can kiss for a really long time.”

Zhou Li couldn’t help but laugh softly. “How long is ‘a really long time’?”

Lu Rong seemed to think he was talking too much and lost interest. She reached out to push his shoulder, trying to leave.

Zhou Li’s arm immediately wrapped around her waist, pulling her back. He lowered his head and captured her lips again.

Soft lips were ground together, heat spreading as she tilted her head back.

Her lips parted under his pressure, her tongue caught and sucked until it went numb—even her breathing trapped against his chest.

His tongue plundered every inch of her mouth, even pressing against the tips of her teeth, agitating her nerves.

Lu Rong felt as though all the strength in her body had been kissed out of her. Her legs went weak, and even her bones seemed to melt in the heat of their mingled breaths.

The fire inside her continued to gather, coursing through her blood, burning beneath her thin, tender skin.

He caught the soft bead of her lips between his mouth, his tongue teasing that small, sensitive spot. She let out a few soft, helpless moans, her body pressing closer into his arms, trying to pull away from the kiss just to steal a breath.

But Zhou Li pinned her against the table and kissed her again and again, insatiable.

“Long enough?”

His lips brushed over her long eyelashes, his voice hoarse.

“Mm.”

Lu Rong was already dizzy from the kissing. Seeing his Adam’s apple so close to her lips, she leaned in and kissed it directly, her tongue brushing against it. Her breath trailed upward, returning to his lips, and Zhou Li’s breathing grew heavier.

She sank deeper into her drunken haze, pressing her forehead against his and letting out a low sound.

“It’s uncomfortable…”

Her brow knit slightly, likely overwhelmed by the alcohol.

Zhou Li lifted her and placed her onto the bed. Lu Rong immediately hooked her legs around his waist, rolling once and ending up seated astride his lower abdomen, her skirt once again bunching at his waist.

Propping her hands beside his ears, she slurred drunkenly, unable to form her words clearly. “I’ll… teach you… how to cultivate…”

As she spoke, she reached to tug at his collar. But a little drunk like her didn’t know how to undress someone—when she couldn’t manage it, she lowered her head and bit at him instead.

Zhou Li only watched. His palm gathered her loose hair and pressed it to the back of her head as he looked down at her biting into his chest, leaving behind damp tooth marks, like a puppy’s clumsy licking.

She left her warmth against his firm chest, then looked up at him dazedly. “Doesn’t taste good.”

She licked her lips. Zhou Li’s gaze darkened. He pressed her head back and kissed her lips again, then flipped her over and pinned her beneath him.

“Teach me what?”

Her lips were flushed red from kissing, her eyes innocent enough to make one want to bully her even harder. Her voice was still soft and pliant.

“Teach you how to make me cry.”

Zhou Li’s Adam’s apple moved. He pinched her cheek. “Say it again?”

“Make me cry… Zhou Li.” She placed her belt within his reach.

Zhou Li’s lips curved into a smile. Supporting her waist, he bit the hand she offered him, licking along her fingertips, dampness wrapping upward. There was no calculation left in his gaze—only aggression.

“I promise… I’ll make you cry.”

At first, Lu Rong could still smile. Later, she was driven to bite down hard on his shoulder, sobbing.

Zhou Li’s two fingers were so hot they felt as though they might melt, listening to the crying by his ear.

He kissed her flushed face. “Do you like it?”

Lu Rong shook her head. “No… don’t.”

Her words were broken by sobs, tears slipping from the corners of her reddened eyes and falling against his chest.

He kissed her ear, red as polished jade. “Rongrong looks so beautiful when she cries.”

He was even more unable to pull himself free than she was.

Later, Lu Rong couldn’t cry anymore. Her throat was hoarse, her body restrained, unable to escape.

In his palm, her waist became the most enticing string, ensnaring him beyond restraint.

The haze of alcohol was eventually washed away.

Her final moment of awareness was simply nuzzling into the hollow of his neck, closing her eyes in contented sleep.

Zhou Li looked at her face, which was still tinged with a lingering color. When his fingertip brushed her lightly, her body trembled at once—so sensitive that even this touch drew involuntary tears to the corners of her eyes.

A tear slid down her rosy cheek, clinging to her chin.

“Why are you crying so miserably?” he murmured, lowering his head to brush away the salty tear. As he looked at her peaceful sleeping face, he felt momentarily dazed. “You’re really too good at tempting people.”

Now he understood—his desire was something he could not control.

If he hadn’t been mindful that once demonic energy entered her body, the consequences, given her current level of cultivation, would be impossible to predict, he would not be restraining himself so miserably now.

He glanced at the blanket he’d tossed to the foot of the bed. It was already completely soaked through.

Lu Rong had far too many sensitive spots. Even the lightest touch made her shudder badly. And she liked to provoke him.

She liked to grab his hand and press it against those sensitive places, urging him to touch her. Her bluntness only made him lose control even faster.

Zhou Li got up, cleaned the soiled blanket, covered Lu Rong with it, then wrung out a cloth and gently wiped her face.

After some thought, he called for hot water, intending to help her bathe.

When the water arrived, he bent down, lifted Lu Rong, and placed her into the tub.

She was stirred awake. With bleary eyes, she saw Zhou Li’s face. Perhaps the wine hadn’t fully worn off—still muddled, she muttered, “I haven’t even taught you dual cultivation yet.”

Zhou Li didn’t quite understand what she meant. He simply settled her into the warm water.

Soaking in the heat only made Lu Rong’s already foggy mind even more confused. “Zhou Li, you’re so dumb,” she mumbled. “I even have to teach you how to sleep with a woman.”

“You’re two ‘active’ things are just for decoration, aren’t they?”

Zhou Li: “???”

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Author’s Note:
Zhou: You’d better teach me properly.