[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 65 [H]

Shiliu’s body was tenderly fresh.

She was like lotus roots newly grown in a summer river, buried in mud but revealing their delicate texture once washed clean. Even when peeled open, the fine threads connecting the white flesh spoke of youthful tenderness.

Shiliu knew nothing of shame. She understood she shouldn’t undress casually, yet she naturally felt no wariness toward Li Xuanci. He was the one with whom fate had inexplicably intertwined hers; he was the first person she saw after losing her wits. Trust had become almost instinctual.

The male attire she wore was dull and grey, but peeling it away revealed a tender, unadorned body.

Her delicate collarbones evoked pity at a glance; even the lightest bite could leave red marks.

The daylight seeped through the hazy bed curtains, casting a glazed sheen over her bare skin—not dazzling, but imbued with an indescribable softness.

More and more of her skin was exposed. Below her collarbones, a gentle dip gave way to the gradual rise of a crescent-like curve.

From a distance, it looked as tender as freshly congealed milk, its surface forming a soft, creamy white that seemed as if it might bruise with the slightest pressure.

Li Xuanci’s eyes were dark, devoid of light. Shiliu knelt bathed in the glow, while he reclined against the bed, half his face hidden in the shifting shadows of the gauzy curtains, flickering between light and dark.

“Come here.”

He reached out toward the naked Shiliu.

Still unaware, Shiliu simply smiled sweetly and moved toward him on her knees, like a dragonfly skimming water, leaving faint ripples in the sheets.

She threw herself into his arms like a young swallow returning to the forest. Li Xuanci opened his arms to catch her, and the moment their warm skin touched, an involuntary sigh escaped.

This was the warmth of a human body, spreading from the point of contact—subtle and moist, like touching glazed porcelain that retains heat, leaving behind an impression yet seemingly nothing at all. It was an insatiable sensation, one that invited immersion.

Shiliu’s eyes widened, her dark pupils reflecting his image. She didn’t understand what he was doing, only feeling the tightness of his arms around her and the tickling friction against the skin of her waist, making her instinctively want to squirm.

But the moment she trembled, Li Xuanci uttered a low “Don’t move,” his voice husky with an intensity she couldn’t comprehend, and she truly dared not move again.

His powerful arms rested on her slender, seemingly fragile waist. The tense muscles pressed against her soft, plump butt*cks, and with just a slight exertion, he made her peach-like, juicy softness tremble.

Shiliu let out a faint gasp but immediately pressed her lips together. She didn’t understand why she made such a sound, only feeling something damp and hazy fermenting inside her, so full it threatened to spill out from any opening.

As she trembled, Li Xuanci’s gaze sharpened. He lowered his head, parted his lips, and took the trembling ni*ple right before him into his mouth.

So tender, so pink, it held little sensuality, appearing instead pure and innocent. The light filtering through the curtains flowed over her snow-white bre*st, compelling one to chase it.

And so, Li Xuanci took this unaware body into his mouth, letting the impossibly soft flesh melt on his tongue.

His mouth was too hot. Shiliu struggled, unable to endure the sensation.

That part of her—always bound, ignored, seen as shameful—was now held in another’s mouth, its warmth branding her. She felt like a fish out of water, wanting to arch her spine, escape the heat, curl up to defend against this unfamiliar, overwhelming pleasure.

But Li Xuanci didn’t relent. Instead, he grew more aggressive, using his hard teeth to bite the impossibly tender flesh, even leaving deep indentations in the soft, plump mound.

Softness and hardness ground together, a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Brother, it hurts…”

Shiliu cried out in discomfort. She only liked sweetness; she couldn’t yet appreciate any pleasure tinged with pain. It only stirred a nameless anxiety in her heart, so she recklessly grabbed Li Xuanci’s hair, trying to push him away.

But the pain from her tugging only further stimulated Li Xuanci’s desire. A violent urge to conquer surged through his veins, almost bursting from his temples.

The beastly side took control of his body. Li Xuanci began devouring Shiliu’s tender flesh ravenously, with a ferocity that seemed intent on skinning her, breaking her apart, and burying her entirely within himself.

Shiliu’s bre*sts were not overly ample. Perennially bound beneath cloth strips, they rose only slightly, like uneven curds of solidified tofu, tempting one to suck them until they burst.

And that’s exactly what he did. Even his lips grew scorching hot, pressing against her are*lae, grinding against the silky skin, his sucking motions causing ripples across those small mounds.

His greed grew. He swallowed as much as he could. His saliva left ambiguous traces on her white bre*sts, like a rain of desire.

So tender.

Li Xuanci sighed inwardly. How could they be so tender, so pure? No scent of rouge, only Shiliu’s natural fragrance. Perhaps from eating too many sweets, there was even a hint of sweetness.

As he suckled at Shiliu’s ni*ples, the beast within him, sated with blood, clamored for more.

Only when Shiliu, with a slightly sweet, tearful plea, asked at a loss, “Brother, it’s strange… something feels like it’s going to come out,” did Li Xuanci lift his head from her tender bre*sts for the first time.

His eyes held a blood-dark desire as he asked hoarsely, “Where does it feel like it’s flowing out?”

He lowered his head again, sucking at her bre*st, biting her nip*le, and mumbled vaguely, “Here?”

Then his clean, slender hand moved downward. His warm palm brushed over her soft, plump v*lva, gathering a bit of moisture, yet he asked despite knowing the answer, “Or here?”

But Shiliu couldn’t say. She only hemmed and hawed, biting her lip, refusing to speak further.

Li Xuanci straightened up, looking down at the bewildered Shiliu, lost in desire, and finally understood why he could never be satiated.

It wasn’t physical, but mental.

He wanted to see a conscious Shiliu clearly, unmistakably succumbing to desire beneath him, unable to extricate herself.

He wanted her to resist, to feel shame, to understand how every inch of her body was steaming and fragmenting in the damp heat of lust.

Then, he would conquer her utterly, without leaving any room for retreat.

Of course, this unaware Shiliu was also amusing and adorable, openly displaying every effect he wrought upon her. But it wasn’t enough. Just this wasn’t enough.

Li Xuanci brought his still-moist p*nis, naked and brazen, close to her, placing it between her bre*sts, which were wet from his tongue.

They couldn’t envelop him fully, only barely cradling a small part. The soft, plump bre*st flesh barely touched his heavily veined, erect member—one snow-white, one deep red; one pure, one heavily laden with desire.

Shiliu knelt on the bed, her eyes still wet, tears clinging to her lashes, looking at him somewhat ignorantly, docile and innocent.

But Li Xuanci was cruel. He pinched her pink ni*ples on both sides with his fingers, kneading them, insistently making the shallow valley between her bre*sts half-embrace his p*nis, then began moving fiercely.

Their mixed fluids—saliva, pre-ej*culate, traces of syrup—mingled chaotically, defiling the pure bre*sts into a soft, muddy mess.

Shiliu cried out, pushing against his abdomen with her hands, but he seized her shoulders, pulling her close, thrusting his terrifying member repeatedly against her soft bre*sts.

They sank in, then bounced back. Her hardened ni*ples pressed into his slit, drilling into it with each thrust. The small opening seemed to gain a will of its own, sucking at her ni*ples again and again, both finding pleasure in the friction.

It became a pestle and mortar of flesh, tormenting each other stroke by stroke, yet also comforting each other’s insatiable desire.

Shiliu wept, begging him to stop, but he captured her hand—that somewhat plump, very soft hand—and forced it to perform this ambiguous act, compelled to rub his painfully hard p*nis.

That dark red, fearsome member thrust in and out between her pale fingers, occasionally bumping against her pink ni*ples, pounding them until they dipped.

Only when Shiliu’s hand ached unbearably did Li Xuanci lift his chin, emitting low, ambiguous groans. The sound made Shiliu look up curiously, but the next moment, that tormenting thing sprayed out thick, hot, white fluid.

Her delicate collarbones, slender shoulders, and soft, plump bre*asts were all streaked with this viscous s*men, slowly sliding downward, even forming a droplet of milky white hanging from her small ni*ple.

“Brother…” she called out.

Li Xuanci was still breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. Hearing her, he looked down.

A pure fawn, straying into the dense forest, now stained with mud all over, could never return.

He traced Shiliu’s red lips, even wiping away a bit of the white stickiness from the corner. He slowly pried her lips open, mixed with that whiteness, and began playing with her tongue.

“I will restore you,” he said in a deep voice.

“And then, you will never be able to escape again. Beneath me, you will be my eternal slave.” He leaned down, whispering softly by Shiliu’s ear.

“The first time must be with a clear mind.”