[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 33 [H]

In the dream.

Within the narrow, dim crevice between walls, only a faint, wavering light filtered through from afar, like shadow puppets behind a paper screen, everything hazy and indistinct.

Only two entangled figures remained, one above, one below, performing this ambiguous and feverish scene.

The young girl was suspended, bound cruelly by red ropes that constrained her entire body, bending her backward, digging finely into her tender white skin. With the slightest movement, the soft, plump flesh was marked with lines.

She seemed boneless, held up only by that single rope. The rope was exceptionally vivid, a blood-red colour climbing over her skin, forcing her body open.

The rope passed over her shoulders, pressed against her collarbones, then tightly bound her small, pointed, bamboo-shoot-like bre*sts, forcing them to stand erect in a wanton posture.

Against the dim, swaying light, her bre*st flesh was gilded with a thin layer of gold, slightly raised, forming a pitifully lovely curve that vanished into the man’s thin lips at its peak.

Li Xuanci had probably gone mad.

He didn’t know why he was trapped in such a dream again. Everything was so absurd, so debauched, making him feel inexplicably restless.

The tip of his nose had become a tool for nuzzling a woman’s bre*st flesh.

His lips were suckling and toying with her ni*ple.

Restlessness shot up Li Xuanci’s spine. He wanted to break free from the restraints binding his hands behind his back, to vent thoroughly—whether by killing, drawing blood, or doing something else, anything to relieve the burning agitation in his bones.

He wanted to curse, to kill, to set fires, to find release, to cleave this confusing dream cleanly with his sword, to be rid of all disturbance.

But no matter what, he couldn’t escape the bindings behind him. His struggles only sank him deeper.

That small ni*ple nestled in his lips, trembling pitifully. If his movements were slightly rougher, it seemed it would melt under his torment—so soft, so tender.

It brushed against the tips of his teeth, the timid bre*st shyly rubbing against the hard enamel, soon standing even more erect, faintly pressing against the tongue inside.

He tried to speak, but as soon as he made a sound, his tongue happened to flick over the approaching ni*ple, as if he were deliberately teasing it.

The person above him immediately let out a moan. Like her scent, it wasn’t cloyingly sweet but carried a slight huskiness, trembling, hooking into his temples.

Li Xuanci couldn’t escape, couldn’t see. He could only smell her sandalwood-and-honey scent, his ears filled with her suppressed, mud-like whimpers, his mouth holding the tender, timidly trembling ni*ple.

His vision was blurred, only vaguely perceiving through the cloth the shape of her hanging breasts. Light and shadow became accomplices, leaving only desire roaring.

That fire burned from his dantian all the way into the crevices of his bones, nearly melting his spine. His restlessness and gloom had no outlet, piling up into layers of desire, growing stronger with each surge. Bloodspots seemed about to burst from his eyes.

His teeth itched with restraint. Then he bit down fiercely on that pitiful ni*ple.

He wanted to bite off this annoying thing, but the moment his teeth touched it, he heard her tearful gasp intensify.

Plop. A drop of warm liquid fell onto his blindfolded eyes.

It felt so familiar, yet he couldn’t recall. A name was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t grasp it, instead feeling an unwarranted tenderness.

This little thing was so soft, so tender, utterly defenseless, held between his lips as if it might melt the next moment.

It should be thoroughly toyed with and played, subjected to endless torment, and also cherished dearly.

As if a switch had been flipped, Li Xuanci greedily suckled her ni*ple, drawing it deep inside, his strong tongue teasing it, making the small mound of bre*st flesh tremble along.

It was like sipping tofu, changing shape under his lips and tongue—so soft and plump, yet unbreakable, unpierceable. He grew increasingly wanton, indulging in the pleasure of playing with the young girl’s body.

Especially because the body he was licking and toying with was responding to him silently yet fervently.

With slight tremors, with tearful moans, with suppressed gasps, with increasingly sensitive immediate reactions, with ni*ples standing even harder.

Tears welled in Shiliu’s eyes. She didn’t want to cry, but the heat rushed up uncontrollably.

Hazily, she realized she was in a dream. But why was the Li Xuanci in her dream so different? Why did every sensation feel so real and vivid?

She could feel the heat of her ni*ple being taken into his mouth. Every contour of his lips seemed to imprint itself onto her nerves, lightly pricking her senses.

Desire clouded her mind; only her body remained awake, dominated by sensation. She panted dizzily, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in her ni*ple.

Tears welled in Shiliu’s eyes as a burning ache spread from her delicate ni*ple. The earlier intoxication had left her utterly unprepared for the pain.

But after that tear fell, the tormenting teeth released her, leaving only a wet, warm, and gentle tongue to lick her wounded flesh.

And that wasn’t all. He committed many more licentious acts. Her ears burned, and the rushing roar in her veins drowned out all other sounds.

Her body no longer felt like her own, ruled entirely by that mouth. Her skin was bare and slightly cool, but his mouth was hot—so hot it made her heart flutter anxiously.

His tongue turned gentle, moving like a darting fish, pecking at her injured ni*ple, circling her are*la. Blood and saliva mixed, stretching into fine, silken threads—both beautiful and obscene.

But that wasn’t enough. He suddenly parted his lips and began swallowing large mouthfuls of her bre*st, as if trying to take her entire small mound into his mouth, melt it, and devour it.

Her bre*sts swayed wildly, the soft flesh quivering with each firm suckle. His teeth sank deep into her tender flesh, leaving marks upon the softness—like brands, or seals of possession.

Shiliu knew Li Xuanci’s eyes were blindfolded; he couldn’t see. But she could see. She saw clearly how greedily he swallowed, like an infant, a sight she feared she would never forget.

This usually arrogant, proud, and bloodthirsty person was now sucking at her bre*st—her tender bre*sts, always tightly bound and never seen by anyone, now tied with thin red cords, forced to bloom as if in sacrifice.

He sucked so fiercely that his cheeks hollowed. His lips pressed against her bre*st, his teeth biting down, yet he didn’t hurt her. Only his tongue ran wild across her skin, occasionally teasing the tip of her ni*ple.

With each suck, a strange heat transferred from his mouth into her, like fine nails drilling into her milk ducts, traveling through her bloodstream to every corner of her body, spreading a pervasive numbness.

Deep inside her, a secret warmth gathered—a sticky wetness slowly seeping out. Shiliu instinctively clenched, tightening her lower body, but a trickle of transparent fluid still escaped.

It dripped onto his body.

Only then did Li Xuanci realize her lower half was suspended so close to him. He simply pressed his chest against her body, so Shiliu’s upper body remained suspended while her lower half rested seated upon him, completely supported by him.

With this shift, the red cords rubbed deeper, squeezing her pale bre*sts together. Shiliu’s small mounds now rested fully against Li Xuanci’s lips, no longer teasingly close but entirely subject to his will and strength, played with as he pleased. Her bre*st flesh spilled from the corners of his lips, smearing across his cheeks.

He wantonly sucked hard, as if trying to rupture her delicate milk ducts. His teeth clamped tightly, and Shiliu trembled with a sob, her voice cracking.

Something was about to overflow. Her tender bre*sts felt painfully full, a strange heat accumulating and fermenting. The numbness, fine as ox-hair needles, pierced her everywhere, and her heart raced inexplicably.

Those cold lips continued to greedily and fiercely devour her. Though so rough, the warmth of his lips and tongue gave her an illusion of tenderness, making her cling helplessly, dependent on his affection.

As if sensing her wavering, he sucked fiercely—harder than ever before—as if trying to draw her very soul out through that tiny ni*ple.

Shiliu arched her back like a dying bird, her body curling defensively. The red cords rubbed incessantly against her skin as she trembled violently.

Yet she couldn’t stop it. A warm fluid flowed from her ni*ple, immediately soaking into his lips and tongue.

Shiliu trembled in disbelief, tears falling uncontrollably. Why? Why was this happening?

Li Xuanci’s reason had long since shattered. His world now held only the warm, fragrant female body above him, the scent lingering at his nose, the bird-like panting in his ears, and the soft, pale bre*sts in his mouth, changing according to his will.

Whenever he did this—clamping his teeth around all the bre*st flesh he could swallow, running his tongue over her skin, and sucking hard—she would tremble obediently.

She was simply the most pleasing toy he could ask for.

He tried again, and sure enough, she trembled. But this time, it seemed more intense. And then, a milky sweetness spread within his mouth.

It was sweet, carrying a hint of her scent. Unlike the taste of blood, it held no metallic tang, yet it drove him even wilder.

Li Xuanci didn’t understand why, nor did he spare any effort to figure it out. He merely paused for a moment before thirstily and greedily sucking the milk that seeped from her bre*st.

He was utterly intoxicated.

He drank his fill, his lips and tongue locking onto her ni*ple. The pressure from his mouth rhythmically massaged her bre*st, his nose pressing so deeply into her flesh that it seemed embedded. If his hands hadn’t been bound, he would have surely cupped both bre*sts together, taking them into his mouth to suckle to his heart’s content.

He grew increasingly forceful, engulfing most of her soft flesh. It wasn’t just sucking; it was as if he wanted to devour her entire bre*st.

White milk slowly welled from the tiny ni*ple. At first, the flow was hesitant, but as he persisted, it began to stream steadily. The moment it emerged, it was greedily consumed.

Tears streamed continuously down Shiliu’s face. It felt as if her very mind were being churned to pieces. Years of cultivated shame and reason melted away, siphoned off by his lips and tongue.

A painful fullness swelled in her bre*sts, a strange, flowing sensation pricking at her nerves.

Only the lips enveloping her felt real—vivid and fervent.

With each suck, something within her was stripped away. Her ni*ple became a vortex of ruin, her very soul being drawn out, completely at his mercy.

It was too much. For Shiliu, who had barely understood the concept of intercourse until now, every shred of pleasure transformed into shame, and that shame, in turn, magnified the pleasure a thousandfold.

Harder. From within her tears sprang a shameless, tiny wish—one she herself refused to face or acknowledge.

Yet, the more she suppressed it, the more rampant the desire grew, shattering her reason, leaving only raw want behind.

More. Suck harder. Don’t hold back. Take all the inexplicable fluid flowing from me.

Her tears and milk flowed freely together, sating the greedy youth at her chest.

“Don’t cry.” Finally sated, Li Xuanci lifted his head from her milky-white bre*st, his voice hoarse as he spoke words that were almost gentle, akin to comfort.

Shiliu couldn’t resist this tenderness. She completely melted, her body trembling as her ni*ple released one last drop of milk, a pearly white bead hanging precariously from the tip.

As if he could see it, Li Xuanci opened his mouth to capture that drop of milk, his tongue flicking teasingly over the overly sensitive ni*ple.

Shiliu let out a sound akin to a scream, muffled by the gag, leaving only the intensity of her desire.

She had reached her climax.

Both awoke simultaneously in the darkness, their bodies slick with sweat, the damp heat trapped beneath the covers. Only the lingering traces of desire and the telltale wetness between their legs remained.

Li Xuanci pressed his temples, eyes closed in contemplation, but his ears caught faint, muffled sounds from the next room.

After a long moment, he finally rose and went to her room.