[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 20 [H]

“I’ll help you, but you have to help me too.”

Li Xuanci’s mind was burning, as if a red-hot steel needle had been plunged into his brain, stirring his sanity into ashes that churned filthily.

He wanted to throw this reckless bastard to the ground, seize the dagger, slice through skin and flesh inch by inch, strip her bare and whip her until her body was covered in red marks, and more…

He didn’t know what else he wanted to do, only that a violent desire for conquest blazed within him, gathering and accumulating immense pressure that urgently sought release.

But the person on top of him continued to provoke, leaning down until her full, soft lips enveloped the painfully swollen tip without any warning.

Human flesh was incomparable to any object; her lips were so soft, her mouth so warm. As she lightly took his erect member into her mouth, it was as if it had a will of its own—no li*king or su*king needed, just the warmth of her body was enough to melt his desire.

Li Xuanci tilted his head back slightly, resisting the feeling of nearing loss of control. His Adam’s apple protruded, his chin lifted, yet it exactly nestled into her warm, moist lower entrance.

A subtle dampness gathered there, soaking through the thin, soft cotton fabric. The plump little mound pressed against the line of the youth’s jaw, rubbing against it, teasing it intentionally.

His delicate, slender jaw, usually so arrogant and noble, had now become a tool of debauchery and absurd pleasure.

Through the cotton, the tightly closed slit was slightly parted by his chin, grinding and pressing against it. His jaw teased the outer lips while the inner flesh rubbed against itself, creating such delight that a wet patch formed, sticking to his skin.

A soft moan came from below, followed by the reward of his p*nis being swallowed deeper. She hummed and whimpered, taking the desperately hard member deeper into her mouth.

The warm, wet mucosa tightly enveloped the veins on his shaft, where thick desire pulsed through throbbing blood vessels. She slowly swallowed the fleshy length, feeling it tremble in her mouth like a living thing.

The more excited he became, the more she resisted. When it tried to swell further, she deliberately pressed it down with her tongue, sliding the flat of her tongue along the silky skin, the tip slightly raised to hook under the ridge of the corona, flicking and li*king back and forth.

She was driving him mad.

She seemed born of nature itself, unaware of propriety or shame, acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world, boldly lowering her head and deeply swallowing his member.

The swollen p*nis pushed through the suction of her mouth, almost reaching her throat. Intense waves of pleasure surged forth, continuously coiling around him, su*king every inch without leaving any space, pulling so tightly at the sensitive skin of his shaft that it felt on the verge of tearing away, yet still clinging tightly, futilely amplifying the pleasure to its maximum.

As her head lowered, her lower body rose, and the stifling heat of her entrance pressed directly against his mouth and nose.

The completely soaked cotton fabric pressed against his face, bringing a raw, aching sensation.

This pain tormented Li Xuanci just as it tormented her—both relieving the itch and causing pain. The pain amplified the pleasure, brewing more dissatisfaction. He wanted, he wanted more.

“Get off!” he snarled through clenched teeth, but even that single word was tainted with desire.

Because the woman was still su*king on his member, and upon hearing this, she sucked harder, causing the pre-ejaculate to surge halfway up his shaft before he forcefully suppressed it.

But that sensation spread like fire from his lower body.

The small mound pressed against his mouth briefly pulled away, allowing fresh air to rush in. Li Xuanci took a short breath.

But then a rustling sound came, and the next moment, before he could react, the completely drenched, bare entrance pressed directly against his lips.

Li Xuanci froze for a moment before erupting into rage. He struggled violently, the iron chains clashing with dangerous intensity, his body shaking so hard that even the bed rattled.

There was a faint, almost imperceptible cracking sound from the chains, but they held fast. The woman on top of him wasn’t thrown off; his violent struggle was in vain.

On the contrary, she tightened her grip, using his member as an anchor. The more he struggled and shook, the tighter she sucked, almost as if it weren’t about l*cking or s*cking anymore, but as if it had become one with her mouth, a lifeline.

Even her teeth lightly grazed him, adding a hint of pain to the mind-shattering pleasure, making it all the more complex. It made him want to scream, to kill, to tear the soft female body apart in vengeance.

And her wet, bare opening pressed firmly against his lips, moving and grinding incessantly with the motion, only pressing tighter.

It was not like a gentle kiss, but rather a fierce clash of desire. The soft, plump lips of her opening and his own lips pressed and ground against each other, entangled and rubbing together, until they were deformed by the impact, pitifully crushed into a muddy mess.

The flow of moisture increased, tangling wildly over his lips, soaking and blurring the boy’s originally thin and serious mouth. These lips, usually reserved for life-and-death battles, were now being ravaged by her little opening, forced to grant her supreme pleasure.

His rage surged uncontrollably, his body trembling violently. Every inch of his muscles strained, his body tense to the limit.

But the woman only shamelessly ground her opening against his lips, putting strength into her waist, letting the dripping slit trace circles along the contours of his lips, grinding up, down, left, and right.

The opening was rubbed apart, revealing the wet, hot inner walls, parting a crimson line that evoked a sense of voyeuristic transgression.

One set of her l*bia was pitifully crushed, while the other was pulled open, the tender flesh within directly licking against his upper lip, teasing and provoking, utterly captivating.

Li Xuanci wanted to spew the most venomous and terrifying words in the world, to tear this person apart limb by limb. But as soon as he opened his mouth, her opening pressed down fully upon it.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his tongue unexpectedly swept across her spread opening, exactly l*cking over the firm yet soft clit*ris, like a wet feather brushing past.

Just that slight touch—the sensation of his tongue, flexible and slick—made her bones go weak. A soft, moaning sound escaped her lips, and from within her opening, fluid gushed forth uncontrollably, right into his mouth.

Having tasted the pleasure, she became even more eager to please, taking his p*nis into her mouth, moving up and down, swallowing it whole, then releasing half, before s*cking it back in with a mix of saliva and other sticky fluids.

Her lower opening pressed deeply into his mouth and nose, leaving no gap, forcing it open so that her inner flesh made better contact with his lips and tongue.

Her waist began to move as well, swaying recklessly, that soft flesh grinding and rubbing against his lips and tongue. The inner l*bia, every contour and fold, the hardened clit*ris—all played wantonly against his mouth.

Li Xuanci’s breathing was suppressed, his disordered breath directly hitting her sensitive perineum. With each hot exhale, she shuddered several times, yet she did not relent, continuing to wreak havoc upon him—s*cking his shaft while grinding her opening.

What kind of sensation was this?

His lower body was in ecstasy, being wantonly sucked within the warm cavity, even his t*sticles trembling beneath, filled to the brim with s*men, forcibly suppressed there, yearning to release it all.

His upper body was in agony, his mouth and nose pressed down by her opening, frantic and chaotic. With every breath, he was filled with the uniquely decadent and cloying scent of her fluids. He loved cleanliness—even the fur in his carriage had to be pristine white lamb’s wool, free of any stray hairs; he burned orchids and brewed plum blossoms. But now, the woman’s fluids smeared across his lips, even spreading down to his chin.

Unable to breathe, his lips and tongue buried deep within her opening, even the tip of his nose pressed inside, entangled by her soft flesh. The sharp pain in his mind intensified, and the lack of oxygen began to make him dizzy.

Yet, from below, waves of stimulating pleasure came, each suck so intense, so fatal. The wetness mixed into a sticky mess in her mouth, clinging to his p*nis, only to be s*cked away by her, her tongue teasing the head with deadly precision.

Li Xuanci was going mad.

He was about to go mad.

Pleasure and suffocation rushed over him together. His vision began to darken; he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t shout—there was only her opening, only her wet opening, fiercely suppressing his breath.

His lower body was extremely hot, so hot it felt like melting. He wanted to thrust hard, to plunge into her throat, to make her die on his p*nis.

From the brink of death, despair emerged—and this despair became his salvation. The instinct for survival surged within him, granting him boundless strength for one final struggle.

Snap! The straining iron chains finally broke. Li Xuanci shoved the person on top of him away and sat up abruptly.

The female body, in the throes of orgasm, lay limp and powerless on the bed, lower body raised, upper body prone.

He swiftly snatched the dagger. His lips, chin, and even his neck, glistened with wet traces, yet with a cold flash of light, he aimed to pierce her heart.

Just as the blade tip touched her skin, his assault halted. A shallow cut appeared, and a single drop of crimson blood trickled down.

He twisted his wrist, retracting the dagger’s edge.

Then, gripping the limp female body by the waist, he positioned himself behind her and thrust his already thoroughly defiled, rock-hard p*nis fiercely into the muddy, soft, and slick opening.

He released with full satisfaction!

His vas deferens pulsed, and the s*men stored for so long shot out continuously from his t*sticles, several waves in a row, before finally quieting down, still held within that warm, soft opening.

In the darkness, Li Xuanci’s eyes flew open. He sat up rapidly, breathing heavily. Patches of dizziness still swam before his eyes, but he paid them no mind, quickly throwing off the covers.

On his lower body, a wet, sticky patch was spreading.

His eyes gradually burned red. He casually threw on a loose outer garment, wrapping it hastily around himself, grabbed his sword, and with a deathly stillness in his eyes, strode toward the side room.