[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 76 [H]

“You’ll have to endure it.” He bit the side of her neck in one swift motion, speaking with a tone that was both pleased and malicious.

Shiliu didn’t speak, only let out another small, involuntary sob she couldn’t hold back. She reached up and somewhat hastily wiped her tears dry before looking directly at him, her eyelashes still dotted with tiny, glistening droplets.

“Don’t you dare go back on your word,” she said with utter seriousness, her voice tinged with a nasal quality, as if she were on the verge of making him pinky swear.

Li Xuanci looked down at this foolish, bubble-headed girl and unconsciously curled his lip. His fingertips slowly traced over Shiliu’s lips, which were already red and swollen from his sucking, almost brushing against the tip of her tongue.

Then, without any courtesy, he completely stripped off the upper garment she had already loosened. The collar flipped down, catching and pinning her wrists at her waist, becoming a makeshift bind.

Li Xuanci’s gaze carried a scorching heat, scraping over her body like a blade, inch by meticulous inch. Shiliu’s bre*sts were thus exposed to the air, a soft, shallow swell, tender like gardenias under the moonlight, quietly blooming.

It was under that knife-like gaze that Shiliu belatedly came to her senses. Struggling, she asked, “Wait… what does ‘letting it out’ mean?”

She didn’t even know what it was, yet she had already boasted and agreed to the wager.

Li Xuanci looked at her, the amusement in his eyes deepening, hidden beneath lashes as dark as spilled ink.

He didn’t answer her question. Instead, he just parted his lips, lowered his head, and took the tip of Shiliu’s bre*st into his mouth.

The moment the scorching heat of his mouth enveloped her, a damp, ambiguous warmth wrapped around every delicate nerve of her ni*ple, the silk-like are*la was drawn into his mouth, subjected to waves of sucking and licking. An endless, rippling pleasure mixed with an irrepressible panic, constantly intensifying.

Shiliu let out a faint gasp and instinctively tried to pull away, but he seized her by the waist.

The next moment, his warm fingers trailed all the way up Shiliu’s bare back, slowly caressing over each vertebra, as if planting seeds of desire into the very spaces between her bones.

Finally, they came to rest on her delicate shoulder blades, his fingertips tracing the curve of that small bone.

He had always been one to wield a blade; his hands were accustomed to being stained with blood. When had he ever been so careful, holding back his strength, to caress a woman’s body like this?

The calluses on his hands rubbed against Shiliu’s silky, moist skin. This kind of caress wasn’t like playing a qin; it was more like sharpening a sword. Shiliu was his most favored blade, kept close to his heart, never parted from him day or night.

His lips continued to suck on Shiliu’s ni*ple, giving her no room to escape. While toying with her tender bre*st, he pressed her even deeper against himself, taking the soft, plump mound of her bre*st fully into his mouth.

His lips and tongue were so forceful. Shiliu’s budding, crescent-like bre*sts were bitten by him into rising, wanton waves. One almost worried that her tender, bean-curd-like flesh was about to be wholly devoured by him.

Shiliu’s wrists were bound by the clothes gathered at her waist; she couldn’t move. She could only struggle awkwardly, trying to push away the head that was running rampant at her chest, but in her struggles, she only made her own bre*sts sway more lewdly.

Li Xuanci, however, took the initiative to let her go, letting his glistening-wet tongue retreat for the moment, pausing right there, allowing his warm breath to fan over her are*la.

A trace of a nonchalant smile hung on Li Xuanci’s lips. His eyes were like obsidian refracting light as he gazed up at her from below. Shiliu, somewhat dazed, was sinking in waves of desire that rose higher and higher.

And Li Xuanci took advantage of this moment, flicking his tongue out to lightly tease her already erect ni*ple. He immediately felt her back arch in response, still trembling slightly. Then he answered her naive and laughable question.

“You’ll find out very soon what ‘letting it out’ means.”

His naked eyes finally made Shiliu belatedly feel afraid; a chill ran down the nape of her neck.

The next moment, with quick-witted speed, she flipped over, attempting to scramble away on her hands and knees. Unfortunately, Li Xuanci was a skilled hunter since childhood. He knew all too well how trapped prey struggled, and how to subdue it.

He moved like lightning, seizing Shiliu’s ankle and lifting her lower body up in one motion. He wedged himself between her legs, his knee pinning them apart, immediately stifling any room for her to struggle.

“I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know anymore!” she cried out petulantly.

Li Xuanci simply grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down. Shiliu’s entrance thus collided with the already hardened shaft straining against his lower abdomen.

“Hiding from what?” he said lazily, but his hands showed no courtesy, using clever force to make Shiliu’s mound rub against his own member, across two layers of clothes, gently grinding.

His erect glans nestled into Shiliu’s thigh cr*vice. Her soft, plump mound thus, through the fabric, seemed to take in half of that monstrous root. Li Xuanci moved his hips continuously, his shaft ruthlessly grinding against her slit, a crazy, a hundred kinds of unbearable torment.

Shiliu’s mind was a complete blank. She lay prone on the bed, twisting her head to scold him, “Big bad guy! I hate you! I hate you the most!”

This utterly childish curse only poured oil onto the flames of Li Xuanci’s desire to conquer, burning almost behind his eyes, his temples throbbing. The beast long imprisoned in his heart roared, straining against its cage.

He leaned forward, pressing down upon her, his male physique suppressing all her movements.

Shiliu was immediately pressed flat, unable to see anything anymore. She only heard his heavy breathing close to her ear, and felt her own heart, compressed, begin to beat wildly.

One is flustered, the other is at ease.

Her peach-like bottom was raised up because of this position. Li Xuanci’s shaft brushed against the crevice of her thighs, embedding itself deeper into the groove between her buttocks. The two soft, springy, tender mounds of flesh shallowly contained the bulging penis.

Shiliu let out a small cry, but because her face was buried in the bedding, it came out muffled, tinged with a damp, unbearable quality.

Within the small confines of this curtained bed, ambiguity was like vines after the rain, entwining one’s limbs, thread upon thread, twist upon twist, entwining and entwining, making one feel immersed in the very hair overflowing with lust, bodies grinding out heat, pores seemingly about to shed sweat.

“Hate… hate it!” Shiliu buried her face in the quilt, cursing as if venting, using this to resist the increasingly strong tide of passion rising within her body.

Yet Li Xuanci’s punishment came the next moment. He thrust his strength into his hips, his erect p*nis ramming fiercely into her thighs.

The small entrance, the tender thigh crevice, the raised pale butt*cks—all became targets for the p*nis’s lashing, pounding without mercy.

His assault seemed almost intent on pulping and juicing from the soft, warm body beneath him, reducing it to a formless, soft slush under his p*nis.

Under this onslaught, a wetness spread secretly in that unspeakable place, like petals after rain being trampled into juice, a sticky, soaking feeling, adding another layer of shameful, strange sensation to this brutal impact.

Shiliu pressed her lips together tightly, even swallowing her gasps. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, some emotion, once released, would be beyond recall.

But no matter how stubborn she was, Li Xuanci still noticed. A low, warm laugh sounded softly by Shiliu’s ear.

“Wet already?” His voice was like a hook, piercing Shiliu’s ears, clawing at her heart and lungs.

“Aren’t you being quite obedient?” He deliberately used this teasing tone to speak words of reward, making her even more embarrassed and annoyed.

As he spoke, he thrust again, his p*nis rubbing hard against the slit. The water-laden clam flesh was pounded out of shape, almost instinctively clasping this impudent intruder.

Shiliu was already stripped naked and pressed down on the bed, so her red, swollen, upturned ni*ples were no distance from the quilt below, grinding against it without respite.

The cotton was already thin and soft enough, but her ni*ples, having been sucked by that scoundrel Li Xuanci, were already incredibly sensitive. Any stimulation made her bones go soft. The crisscrossing texture of the fabric became the accomplice in tormenting her tender bre*sts.

With each of his thrusts, her bre*st flesh rubbed again. Even though she was pinned down, Shiliu’s ni*ples still quietly stood up, rolling and rubbing against each other, countless desires fermenting in the silence.

Without him needing to say anything more, Shiliu could feel herself the increasing wetness in the place where their bodies were entwined. Her body seemed no longer her own, disobediently brewing infinite heat from that hidden place.

This heat rippled out, crashing through her entire body. Even her bones felt about to melt into mud, allowing him to knead them willfully, erasing their shape, only to be constantly reshaped.

The numbness grew stronger. Something was about to be unable to be contained, constantly falling downward, taking her sanity with it.

Shiliu shook her head, using her last reason to resist the sinking, but ultimately couldn’t bear it. She glanced back at him over her shoulder. In that one glance, her eyes were filled with moist water, like midnight hiding stars, or like the shimmering waves, fleeting glimpses, only his outline imprinted.

Li Xuanci, immersed in that gaze, felt as if he had been doused with aged, vintage wine.

He licked the moisture from his lips and spoke in a hoarse voice. He did not know what it meant to be drunk; he had never been drunk before. Yet now, he felt a dizzying haze, the rigid restraint that had always held his mind in check now dangerously loosening.

His gaze grew raw, desire simmering endlessly.

What reason was left to hold back? He would simply devour her.

An unbearable itch clawed at his throat—well then, he would feast on her cunt, use her flowing nectar to quench his thirst, make her scream as she climaxed.

It was as simple as that. Li Xuanci thought it, and so he did it.

He tore away the last of Shiliu’s garments, rendering her as naked as a newborn lamb, completely bared and laid out beneath him.

A flicker of panic rose in Shiliu’s eyes, but she was no match for his strength. His calloused palms gripped the soft flesh of her buttocks, dragging her closer.

“What are you doing? What are you going to do now?” she cried out, nearly breaking.

But this time, Li Xuanci’s answer was a wet, hot tongue, probing directly into her entrance.

“You… what are you doing?” Shiliu was beyond screaming, staring in disbelief at Li Xuanci’s perpetually noble head, now lowered before her, intimately lapping at her very core.

Li Xuanci paid her no mind. His hands gripped the roots of her thighs, squeezing so hard the soft flesh bulged between his fingers, seemingly betraying its owner’s will by yielding to this unfamiliar violator.

He was invading the poor little thing. The two plump, tender lips of her c*nt were fully taken into his mouth, mercilessly tormented by his teeth. Each scrape of his teeth against the delicate flesh sent a mix of aching itch and pain shooting through her nerve endings, sending continuous waves of sensation.

Even his sharp, handsome nose buried itself into her slit, rubbing against the hidden pearl within. The tender membranes were ground until swollen and red, exposing the tiny opening beneath.

His scorching breath fell directly on her cl*t, searing that protruding nub.

The air itself seemed to weave intangible, fine tendrils around her hypersensitive bud, tightening their grip, making the desire even more torturous.

Shiliu’s voice grew thick and syrupy, interspersed with soft, desperate whimpers, so damp they seemed to drip, soaking them both.

With every breath, Li Xuanci was filled with her scent—that clean, intoxicating aroma that made him sink deeper. Between his lips and tongue was her tender flesh, so soft it seemed it might melt.

A ravenous beast roared within him. The thirst in his throat grew harder to suppress. The look in his eyes darkened further, drowning in the wine of lust.

He drove his tongue fiercely into that narrow red slit, using its tip to pry open the tightly clenched inner flesh. His tongue was soft, but its root exerted force, relentlessly stirring inside her.

Even the tip of his nose ground against the delicate skin at her entrance, abrading her outer lips, forcing the continuously overflowing slickness to mingle and form silvery threads.

His tongue-tip delved into her inner walls, his teeth scraped the nerves at her entrance, his lips entangled intimately with her l*bia. Her very core became wet, red, and vulnerable, trembling uncontrollably.

Shiliu’s voice grew even more honeyed, thickly clinging to their naked bodies.

Her reason was evaporating, her head growing dizzier, leaving only the waves of pleasure from below, soaking her, sinking her into a sea of desire.

It was too hot.

It was unbearably hot.

Like a fish placed on hot coals, moisture constantly evaporating, flowing out from the openings of her body, while her insides grew ever more parched.

Needles of desire pricked her from within, spreading through her bloodstream to fill her entire body, threatening to pierce out from her skin. Fine, dense, impossible to catch or pinpoint, yet tormenting her to madness.

She lost all senses. No light, no sound. Everything was grey.

Only the tongue buried inside her was real. Only the entangled, scorching breath was real. Only the lips kissing her very core were hot, giving her solace while breeding more dissatisfaction.

Desire, full to the brim, poured over her like a drowning spring. Shiliu didn’t understand what this was, didn’t know how to resist, and could only drift with the current.

Something deep within her, extremely hot, extremely intense, made her toss and turn. It was like a cloud, constantly accumulating, constantly expanding, stretching her until she felt she might burst.

Yet Li Xuanci continued his assault without mercy, sucking fiercely on her blossoming core, tender and red, wrapped around his lips and tongue. It was unclear who was devouring whom, who was containing whom.

They tangled madly. Li Xuanci drew thirst-quenching nectar from her c*nt, while her hips began to sway unconsciously, like willow branches tossed in a spring breeze, swaying seductively, rubbing and entwining.

Suddenly, she threw her head back, her neck arching into a beautiful, vulnerable curve, her face flushed, her mouth wet, her panting so rapid it seemed she might die.

“No more, no more,” she begged frantically, her eyes almost losing focus.

But the response was an even more ferocious suction, leaving no gap, flesh tangled with flesh, fluids sticking together, breath held, bullying her mercilessly.

“No more, stop!” Shiliu’s legs kicked out wildly, but it earned her no pity.

In the end, she was on the verge of breaking.

“Brother, Brother, it’s too much, Shiliu can’t take it,” she cried out incoherently, using the term that had once coaxed her.

The probing grew fiercer, drilling deeper, more frantically pressing against the clenching tender flesh of her inner walls.

Shiliu’s back arched, strained to its limit, trembling violently there, almost as if it would snap.

Then she suddenly went completely limp, her eyes devoid of all light, gasping blankly.

Below, her tormented, wet-red cunt gushed with copious slick fluid, most of which was swallowed by Li Xuanci. The faint sounds of her panting mixed with the obscene, wet sounds of suction—everything was so excessive.

When he lifted his head again, his thin lips were glistening with moisture, his eyes still harboring a latent, insatiable desire.

“A bet is a bet.”

“Now, you are mine.”

He licked the wetness from his lips, his voice hoarse.