[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 50
“Brother.” Her voice trembled as she called out.
“Shiliu feels strange. Shiliu wants to pee.”
The person in his arms, pressed so close, spoke such absurd words in a soft, innocent voice.
Li Xuanci’s body was still steeped in the aftermath of a sensual dream, his lower half aching with hardness. The sweat on his back cooled in the silent night, clinging uncomfortably to his skin with a restless irritation.
He gripped the nape of her neck, pulling her slightly away, and under the cover of darkness, gazed naked at this reckless creature.
“Do you know what you’re saying?”
Li Xuanci’s voice was masked by the night, a restless turbulence churning beneath heavy suppression, its tail end rising like a hook, concealing sharp danger.
But Shiliu didn’t understand any of this. Though her neck was gripped, she only grew more anxious, tears welling up. Bright, diamond-like droplets pooled in her eyes as she struggled forward, holding him even tighter, as if clutching a lifeline.
“Shiliu is scared. Down there is peeing. Shiliu isn’t good. Shiliu shouldn’t wet the bed.”
She blinked, stammering illogical words, relying solely on the only person she could depend on—her “brother.”
Strings of tears fluttered down with each blink, soaking her cheeks. Even in such dim light, her pitiful state was visible.
But Li Xuanci understood what she meant.
The person before him had the mind of a child but a mature body. Speaking such lewd things in the most innocent tone—so contradictory and absurd—only fueled delusions further.
Snap. He heard something in his mind crack.
Who wouldn’t want to destroy purity?
When this perfectly tailored, exclusive prey lost all ability to resist under such unbelievable circumstances, helpless and ignorant, relying on him completely.
And those eyes were watching him, pure and unblemished, like an infant’s.
How could that not make one’s blood boil?
How intriguing. She knew nothing, and he could humiliate her at will.
He could watch the innocence in her eyes be slowly destroyed by his own hands.
Just the thought sent shivers down his spine. Such perfect conquest could not be replaced by killing anyone, no matter how many.
Although he had no interest in matters of love, being able to completely crush and conquer his prey, both mentally and physically, left him with no reason to refuse.
And when she regained consciousness and remembered these humiliations, what a fascinating scene that would be.
He should have thought of this brilliant idea sooner.
“Spread your legs.”
Li Xuanci heard his own voice echo in the darkness—so casual, yet hiding a deep, bloodthirsty desire.
But Shiliu seemed not to understand, remaining dazed and motionless.
“Be obedient. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Li Xuanci’s voice lowered ambiguously, the danger in his tone like fine needles hidden in cotton—unseen, unfelt, until they pierced under the nails.
Under such pressure, Shiliu instinctively obeyed. Though a subconscious sense of shame lingered, she still obediently spread her legs.
Li Xuanci’s night vision was sharp enough. Like an eagle in the dark, he examined the damp spot between Shiliu’s parted legs.
He suddenly reached out, touching the small wet patch, feeling it quiver and squirm as if suddenly coming to life beneath his fingertips. Shiliu bit her lip, letting out a helpless whimper.
How lovely, fragile, and helpless.
A fresh surge of heat welled up, meeting his touch directly, warmly and moistly licking his fingertips, grinding the spot into a muddy mess.
As he withdrew, the wetness clung to his finger, stretching into faint, ambiguous traces, sticking and tangling, dripping with viscous threads.
“Good girl.”
Li Xuanci watched with satisfaction as her body trembled under his control, mercifully granting a reward.
Shiliu’s eyes held confusion. Her mind was incomplete, driven by lust, immersed in unfamiliar desires, yet she didn’t understand what was happening.
“Brother.” She timidly called out to the only person she trusted.
A sharp pleasure pierced his heart. Driven by violent desire, Li Xuanci gripped her small chin, looking down at his prey.
“Call me again.”
“Brother.” Shiliu didn’t understand, but she obeyed.
“Again.” He repeated the two words, his suppressed desire growing thicker.
“Brother.” She looked at him timidly, her rosy lips speaking the words he wanted to hear.
He urged her repeatedly, so Shiliu called out to him again and again. With the last call, a chill spread below her as cold metal brushed against her skin.
It was Li Xuanci, using the dagger he always kept under his pillow, cutting open her underpants.
Shiliu was already afraid she had wet herself. Trembling, she tried to retract her legs but was pressed down by Li Xuanci at the knees.
“Open your legs yourself.” He demanded cruelly and coldly, adding a seemingly tender coaxing after sensing her tremors. “Be good.”
So, Shiliu had no choice but to obey, holding her own legs, trembling as she revealed the scenery between them.
Li Xuanci’s blood surged violently. A tyrannical desire to conquer raged in his veins, almost blinding him.
He exhaled, suppressing the bloodthirsty impulse, and gazed at the naked prey before him, obediently spreading her legs, offering her most secret place to him.
Her entrance was like a peach, plump and full, looking soft and tender, without a single hair, smooth and bare.
Only a shallow line ran down the middle, defining the two peach halves, subtly revealing a moist, red slit.
He suddenly recalled that absurd erotic dream. Now, he realized the person in the dream was her.
But the dream was far from reality.
The dream didn’t give him the illusion of growing fangs, didn’t make him want to bite down hard there, swallow her whole, and taste the flavor of her flesh and blood.
Following an inexplicable impulse, Li Xuanci leaned down, sucking and kissing the smooth entrance, playing wantonly with the small lips using his mouth and teeth. In an instant, a surge of hot, wet liquid gushed out, staining his lips, leaving them thoroughly moist.
Shiliu struggled under his tongue, broken moans escaping her lips—unclear whether from pain or pleasure, somewhat hoarse. Finally, she no longer seemed as innocent and naive as a child; traces of desire mixed in, carrying heat, as if with weight, falling on his bent back.
But he didn’t let go. Instead, he reached out and grasped her slippery, soft butt*cks, filling his palm, his tongue probing deeper into the shallow folds of her entrance, as if seeking to claim her soul.
Shiliu cried and struggled, her small feet kicking wildly, right on his shoulder. But he caught her ankle, rubbing the prominent bone with his thumb, stroking it repeatedly.
She froze for a moment, then finally cried out, “No, Shiliu doesn’t want to! I need to pee! Shiliu doesn’t want to!”
Li Xuanci briefly looked up at her, his pupils filled with unrestrained desire. His moist, glistening lips curved slightly, then his teeth parted, taking her soft, tender l*bia fully into his mouth.
“Ah!” Shiliu screamed, her voice trembling like a female beast bitten on the nape, pinned to the ground, letting out a desperate cry. The tail of her scream rose high, full of chaotic desire.
Just like that, on Li Xuanci’s lips, she reached climax.