[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 51 [H]

Li Xuanci used his teeth to tease and nibble at those two small, delicate petals of flesh. They were impossibly soft, tender, and fresh, as if they might melt away.

The sadistic desire buried deep in his bones surged up from his spine in waves. His teeth itched, craving to quench their thirst with her blood.

But the moment he applied even a fraction of force, Shiliu cried out as if her bones were being broken, her voice clinging and pleading. It was a thin, delicate sound, yet laced with a hint of seductiveness, transforming the suppressed tension into a humid, feverish wave of passion that burned straight to the ears.

Spurred on by those whimpering cries, Li Xuanci’s eyes grew even wilder. His tongue pressed firmly, becoming a pliable wedge, prying open the timidly closed entrance.

With just an upward flick, it was like a thin blade slicing through soft tofu, forcing the plump mound to tremble and part, revealing the delicate slit hidden within.

Shiliu’s cries grew even more plaintive. She no longer seemed like an ignorant child. Tears of confusion streamed down her face, yet her body bloomed instinctively, driven by the desire stirring within her.

Contradictory and captivating, she was sinking unconsciously, not even knowing where to begin to resist.

The desire in Li Xuanci’s eyes deepened.

He had always been fastidious, never willing to touch others’ bodies, considering them merely differently shaped, warm lumps of meat, not exactly clean.

But the person lying beneath him now was like a blank sheet of paper, her joys and sorrows entirely under his control. With just a slight flick of his tongue, he could shatter her composure.

So obedient.

Li Xuanci bent down again, his eyes filled with churning, turbid desire. His sharp eyebrows pressed down over his star-like eyes, radiating overwhelming pressure. Though he had the appearance of a youth, his cunning and methods were like those of a demon.

Shiliu wept bitterly, sounding utterly heartbroken, her face covered in tears. The white butt*cks in his palm struggled incessantly, the slick flesh of her bottom bumping against his palm. This kind of resistance only made desire burn more fiercely.

“Brother… brother, save me.”

Even though he was the one tormenting her, the only person Shiliu could rely on now was the very one humiliating her.

Li Xuanci derived immense pleasure from this foolish, pitiful pleading.

So stupid. She only deserved to be bullied by him, only fit to lie beneath him, trapped by him, body and heart completely laid bare, everything under his control.

On the surface, it seemed he had lowered his noble head to lick a young girl’s private parts.

But in reality, he was like a monster baring sharp fangs, wantonly venting his desires on the innocent Shiliu.

His uncontrollable brutality was being released in this ambiguous form.

Li Xuanci dismantled the girl’s most secret and tender place, like sucking the freshest flesh and blood from a captured prey.

Be harsher. Just bite it off. So tender. Wouldn’t it be perfect to swallow it down?

But he also felt that swallowing it like that would be too wasteful. Such an obedient and vivid performance deserved to be savored for a while longer.

So, he gave Shiliu a little reward. His tongue moved upward, hooking into the slit and pushing inward. With just a slight application of force, Shiliu began to moan softly, a hint of ambiguous pleasure hidden within her rising tone.

His tongue was soft, yet subtly powerful. The texture of his tongue grazed over the delicate little nub; with a firm stroke, it trembled violently.

He simply seized Shiliu, spreading her thighs wide open, and toyed with the tender, reddened clit*ris. A flick with his tongue traced the rounded pearl; a curl, and his tongue ground against the tiny folds.

His topknot had been loosened by Shiliu’s struggles, giving him a somewhat dissolute appearance. The soft, plump flesh on the inside of Shiliu’s thighs rubbed against his loose hair, creating an indescribable itch that spread out, merging with the throbbing between her legs into a hazy, swirling sensation.

“Brother, it itches… Shiliu itches.” Tears still hung at the corners of her eyes, yet she spoke the most straightforward words in a daze.

The more ignorant and innocent she was, the more Li Xuanci’s desire, mixed with violence, expanded.

Cry. Cry more pitifully.

He used his teeth, the hard tips biting down on the protruding clit*ris. Before she could cry out in pain, he soothed her with his lips and tongue, a temporary comfort.

Just as she began to relax, the tip of his tongue thrust sharply into her tightly closed entrance, prodding and teasing in waves. His saliva mixed with her flowing wetness, creating a sticky, slippery mess, utterly sodden and chaotic.

Shiliu’s moans grew increasingly high-pitched, like a kite pushed to its limit, swaying unsteadily until the string finally snapped, sending her tumbling down. In that shattering moment, she came once again, drenching herself completely.

By the time Li Xuanci rose, Shiliu still lay collapsed on the bed, trembling intermittently. Her exposed, tender entrance occasionally released another trickle of slick fluid.

His usually cold and indifferent lips now glistened with moisture, and his pupils still held a shadow of desire. Yet, he watched her convulsing form with a detached appreciation.

Unfortunately, his heart remained unmoved, and he gave her no further chance to catch her breath. Gripping the back of her neck, he forced her up.

“Stick out your tongue. Lick.”

He uttered these debauched words with cold indifference. Shiliu, however, didn’t understand, still panting lightly, her face flushed crimson, her eyes blank with innocence.

Li Xuanci leaned close to her ear, his scorching breath washing over her sensitive skin as he whispered, “Stick out your tongue. If you don’t, I’ll cut it off, and you’ll never speak again.”

Shiliu seemed to grasp half of it, a flicker of fear in her eyes. Timidly, she complied, sticking out her tongue.

Li Xuanci stared for a long time at that small, pink tip. Then, he freed his long-hardened c*ck and pressed her down toward it.

Having held her tongue out for so long and with her head lowered, drool unconsciously dripped from the tip. As she was pushed down, she landed directly on the swollen head of his erection.

The pink tip of her tongue and his veined, rigid shaft were connected by a glistening strand of slick fluid, stretching and pulling between them—a scene of extreme lust and debauchery.

Growing impatient, he thrust his hips forward, his c*ck pressing directly against her tender tongue, barely enclosed by her small lips, a half-measure that left him unsatisfied.

Shiliu whimpered, but the sounds were muffled, trapped in her mouth, only adding to the dizzying allure. Li Xuanci remained silent, though a vein throbbed at his temple.

Desire burned fiercely, aching along his spine. He saw no reason to restrain himself, nor did he wish to. She was his prey, meant to obey and submit to his will.

And so, Li Xuanci moved greedily, his terrifying member thrusting in and out of the young girl’s innocent, pure mouth.

Shiliu couldn’t even swallow in time, helplessly resisting. Her mouth was too small, and she didn’t know how to please a man, forced to passively endure. Merely sucking on the throbbing tip stretched the corners of her lips to a deep red.

Her muffled moans, tears, and saliva all mingled, coating the very flesh that tormented her, only aiding his tyranny and allowing him to move even more wantonly.

Li Xuanci felt her mouth was intensely hot, so hot it threatened to melt his member. So small, so tender, gripping him tightly, leaving no space.

Even in the heat of battle, taking countless heads, with blood splattering across his face, it had never been this hot, this bone-deep pleasure.

He only wanted to thrust deeper, to bury himself entirely in her mouth, to make her tongue lick and worship his hardened shaft, to release everything inside and force her to swallow.

But it was too tight. After a while, Li Xuanci grew restless again, abruptly pulling out. His c*ck was slick with wetness, sticky to the touch.

He then wantonly rubbed it against her tender, peach-like cheeks, smearing the fluid messily across her face. Shiliu screamed, trying to evade him, but he held her fast, venting his urges without restraint.

Finally, panting, he withdrew his cock, gripping it tightly as he stroked. In a hoarse voice, he commanded, “Spread your legs open yourself.”

Shiliu wept bitterly but didn’t dare disobey, obediently using her hands to part her own thighs.

“Use your hands to spread your cunt open,” he pressed further.

When Shiliu didn’t understand, he took her hands and guided her fingers, forcing them to part the small, delicate folds, exposing the pink flesh within.

Seeing that blush of red, his hand moved faster. A clear fluid seeped from his slit.

At last, thick, white s*men shot out, landing on her forced-open entrance. Some of the hot liquid even sprayed deeper into the quivering slit from the force.

The air was thick with an ambiguous atmosphere, dense and inescapable.

Utterly debauched.