[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 77 [H]

“A bet is a bet.”
“Now, you are mine.”
He licked the wetness from his lips, his voice hoarse.
Shiliu was still immersed in the aftermath of her climax, like a butterfly with rain-soaked wings, helplessly fallen into the mud; the more she struggled, the more disheveled she became.
Her neck arched back, her eyes drowned in the dark undercurrent of desire, unable to focus, all light gone from them.
In her short and simple life, she had never so wantonly experienced such a loss of bodily control.
She almost irresistibly became aware of the scalding fluid continuously spilling from her lower body, pooling at her entrance, only to cool rapidly, leaving a patch of icy coldness that formed a stark contrast with the heat source still smoldering within her.
This contrast was magnified in her fragmented gasps, like the deep, lingering aftereffect of sweet rice wine, growing increasingly overwhelming.
It made her completely miss Li Xuanci’s declaration. By the time Shiliu finally emerged somewhat from the lingering echoes of her climax, she belatedly realized that things seemed to be spiraling in a mad direction.
Strangely, she didn’t dislike this feeling.
Perhaps there was some fear—fear of this unfamiliar, overwhelming loss of control—but the bone-deep, piercing pleasure was also undeniably real.
Her body felt light, as if held up by clouds, floating up to the heavens. It felt as if there wasn’t a single bone left in her body; everything had melted away, her flesh swaying and drifting, suffused with a hidden, sated contentment.
“Is this… illicit affairs?” she mumbled dazedly to herself.
Li Xuanci heard every word clearly. He felt a flicker of amusement but still slid an arm around her waist, pulling her up, and bit down hard on her neck.
“What a mood-killing, prudish little nun,” he muttered into the delicate hollow of her shoulder, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he chuckled and scolded her lightly.
Then, without giving her more chance to catch her breath, the tongue that had just driven her to cl*max began to wander dangerously over her naked skin.
Her ni*ples were already hard. The slight, pale mounds of her bre*sts were like newly blossomed lotus petals, with buds standing pertly atop them, adorable and pitiful.
Yet his lips and tongue showed no mercy, moving over her delicate skin with a lewd greediness, leaving shiny trails of moisture. With every inch his kisses claimed, tendrils of desire seemed to weave through her pores into her very bloodstream.
That tender, shallow bre*st fell completely under his dominion.
His tongue traced the outer curve of her bre*st, deliberately avoiding the peak, following the line of the swell, using its tip like a ruler to measure the lotus-petal-like mound.
His lips and tongue were the troublemakers stirring the waves, like fingertips skimming water. His tongue tip passed over the soft, plump flesh, leaving a faint, shallow indent with every pass.
So tender, so soft, it seemed utterly defenseless, as if a gentle press would crush it into paste, like fine bean curd.
Such fragility only fed the latent urge to torment. Li Xuanci licked along the lower curve of the pale bre*st, using his tongue tip as a pivot, lifting and weighing the soft flesh.

The root of his tongue pressed firmly, playing with the poor, shallow mound on its tip, making waves of exquisite, intoxicating snowy flesh surge and tremble. Shiliu began to pant lightly. She knew she should push away this tormenting scoundrel, but the insatiable, scorching tide within her rose again, grinding in the seams of her bones.
She was suspended mid-air, unable to climb higher or fall lower, her sanity crumbling bit by bit.

Dazed and confused, nearly driven by instinct, a sense of grievance welled up within her under this provocation.
She should be unwilling, so why did it feel so good? So pleasurable, yet so agonizing. She wanted something, but didn’t know what.
That budding grievance fermented under the play of his lips and tongue, growing stronger, almost overwhelming her. Shiliu’s eyes reddened. Unconsciously, she reached out, grabbed his disheveled hair at the temple, and gave it a sharp tug.
Li Xuanci winced in pain, briefly lifting his head from the intoxicating sea of her bre*st. His eyes were filled with unsatisfied desire, like the pupils of a beast fixed on its prey.
Shiliu was startled, momentarily frozen. But ultimately, she couldn’t ignore the dripping wetness between her legs that she could barely contain. In a very small, stammering voice, she said, “Are we… going to engage in illicit affairs?”
Li Xuanci raised an eyebrow, looking down at Shiliu, who lay as naked as a lamb before him.
The inside of her thighs bore red marks from his grip, her ni*ples still glistening with the moisture from his lips and tongue. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, damp with a fine sweat, clinging to her snow-moist skin like a silken net binding her.
Already in such a state, yet she used the most innocent of voices to ask if they were going to engage in illicit affairs.
Desire burned even fiercer within him.

“To taint innocent purity is such an intoxicating thing.”

The more lamb-like her innocence, the harder it became to suppress the beast’s bloodthirsty craving.

Li Xuanci’s eyes were like rolling, surging magma, seemingly cooled to ash on the surface, but burning even more fiercely within, utterly devoid of light.

He moved like lightning, seizing Shiliu’s ankle and pressing down over her.

They were so close now, their very breaths intertwined. Shiliu looked into his eyes and finally understood the situation she had fallen into.

“What I want can only be mine.”

As these words fell, Li Xuanci’s c*ck met her naked entrance.

Shiliu had long been stripped bare; that thin layer of soft cloth was utterly useless. His scorching body heat transmitted through his trousers, branding the inside of her thighs. Almost immediately, her lower body trembled and released a sticky wetness, right against the swollen head.

The corner of Li Xuanci’s mouth lifted. He reached down to free his erection, then thrust forward.

This time, it was flesh against flesh, with not a sliver of space between.

Human body temperature was so comforting, so bewitching. With just one touch, it became impossible to pull away.

Their fluids mingled together, a sticky, messy blend, turning their sexes into a muddy confluence. You enveloped me, I ground against you; even the subtlest collision was startling. A tingling sensation shot up from every nerve directly to the spine, leaving no room for wakefulness.

“Mmm…” Shiliu let out a soft moan, the aftermath leaking through her clenched teeth, suppressing the raging tide of passion into a thin line, making her heart feel increasingly heavy.

But Li Xuanci bit her raised chin, a hint of laughter in his hoarse voice as he asked, “What? You called me ‘brother’ already, and now you want to back out?”

Shiliu was silent for a moment, finally unable to hold back her temper.

“Bully, you’re a bully, you specifically pick on me.” She made her hands into little fists, wiping them fiercely across her eyes.

Li Xuanci, however, retorted, “What? When you came just now, didn’t it feel good?”

Asked so bluntly, so mercilessly.

But Shiliu wasn’t one for affectation. If it felt good, it felt good; if it didn’t, it didn’t. She couldn’t lie, nor was she any good at it. After opening and closing her mouth a few times, she finally answered honestly.

“It felt good.”

Her voice was smaller than a kitten’s.

Looking at Shiliu, curled up like a little kitten, Li Xuanci felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

This must be the pleasure of taming a beast, he thought. A wild thing that didn’t understand and refused to acknowledge its master, yet had, inadvertently, bowed its head to him, lapping water from the palm of his hand.

Li Xuanci’s temples were throbbing. The thrill of conquest urged him on, making restraint nearly impossible.

He lowered his head and kissed Shiliu.

A hard bite on her lips, and when she gasped in pain, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, sucking and stirring.

He gave her no space to evade. One hand gripped Shiliu’s neck, right under her jaw, pinning her firmly beneath him as he greedily and madly plundered her breath.

Making it so she could only draw oxygen from his mouth, so her eyes held only his reflection, so she could no longer think of anything else, and could only rise and fall with his movements, adrift in a sea of desire.

Then, he began to thrust ruthlessly beneath her. His c*ck was no longer just a s*xual organ but a weapon to conquer this flesh.

His dripping slit, the swollen and engorged head, the bulging veins, and that bone-deep warmth—every inch of him became an accomplice in her torment.

It mercilessly rubbed against the folds hidden within her sodden entrance, pried open her crimson slit, the ridged edge scraping relentlessly against her already erect clit. Even the delicate membrane was fiercely kneaded, swelling pitifully.

Shiliu had become an instrument strung with fine strings, repeatedly ground down by him like this. With every scrape, lewd, wet sounds spilled from her core. Desire filled her, rising up, forcing past her throat, breaking through her clenched teeth, and escaping her lips as fragmented moans.

Li Xuanci wantonly played the beloved instrument beneath him. He had no interest in music, no fondness for love songs, but now he found this sound utterly captivating.

If his c*ck carved just a little deeper into the flesh of her entrance, her cries were shattered into fine pieces, scattering into breathless, scandalous fragments.

This skin, these bones—the delicate frame, the shallow, pale bre*sts, the peach-like butt*cks trembling with each movement, and this wet, hot sheath—all of it had to be his.

A flash of red crossed Li Xuanci’s vision—it was Shiliu’s reddened ears.

His own eyes burned crimson too. He opened his mouth to devour them, sucking and nibbling on her delicate ear cartilage like a wild beast, wishing he could swallow her whole. Yet he restrained his animalistic urge, letting that small, delicate thing be perilously ground between his teeth.

“Does it feel good?”

Accompanying this blunt question were the relentless thrusts of his hips. His hard, swollen c*ck slid back and forth, the friction with her wetness becoming downright debauched, pounding her pink flesh into a deep red.

Shiliu didn’t speak, only closed her eyes and endured it, her eyelashes fluttering violently, yet she refused to open them.

Not receiving an answer, Li Xuanci’s brutal desire became even harder to restrain. He thrust in a little deeper, letting her inner flesh shallowly envelop the head of his c*ck. Fluid gushed out messily, making the space between both their thighs sticky and tangled.

His movements grew more intense. The seam between her thighs was pried open by his member for a moment, slickly grinding against him, quivering and sucking like clam meat. Even her delicate butt*cks were slick with moisture, leaving wet stains on the sheets.

Li Xuanci’s hand happened to cupped her butt*ck, and it was now covered in that slick wetness. Seizing the opportunity, he began to ruthlessly torment the root of her thigh.

His calloused hand brushed against the most tender place, his fingertips even intentionally or unintentionally grazing the already reddened slit, worn raw by his c*ck.

Shiliu shuddered, her spine stiffening, trying to push herself away from his torment.

But Li Xuanci seized precisely this moment, fiercely driving his member over the swollen, red cl*toris. His slick slit, like a small mouth, seemed to suckle at the tiny aperture of her cl*t. Following that, the tough, ridged groove scraped back against her tender flesh, unleashing a pleasure so intense it was scream-inducing.

Shiliu did cry out, no longer able to hide the damp heat in her voice.

Li Xuanci, however, chose to press his advantage, taking the opportunity to demand again, “Does it feel good?”

With every thrust of his fleshly stem, Shiliu’s sanity was completely shattered. Crumbling, she sobbed her admission, “It feels good, it feels good, are you satisfied now?”

The answer she received was his c*ck plunging thoroughly into her slit from within.

Hot.

Extremely hot.

Sodden, scalding, feeling like it would melt. Every inch was a suffocating pleasure, tightening around her breath, making her suffocate yet also making her drown.

It was like being cast adrift to the deepest, darkest ocean floor, with overwhelming pressure surging from all sides. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, could only drift along with the current of desire.

A thread of pain made itself known, but it only served to thicken the brew of lust.

Li Xuanci closed his eyes, wholly absorbed in digesting this unfamiliar, overwhelming pleasure.

Then, in the darkness, he heard a faint sound, like soft weeping. It was as if he surfaced abruptly from suffocation, gasping for air, and finally opened his eyes, returning to reality.

Beneath him was Shiliu.

Pitiful in the extreme.

Her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat, her shoulders hunched together, eyes tightly closed, trembling incessantly.

And then there was that place below… her entrance.​‍‌ ​‍‌

So tender it was like rich cream, yet now stretched to its limit, revealing a glistening red slit. The plump, soft lips of her entrance enveloped his erect member, her delicate inner flesh licking at the throbbing veins on his shaft. Still dripping wet, she soaked him thoroughly.

He showed a sliver of mercy, leaning down to kiss the poor little girl. For the first time, his lips and tongue were gentle, carefully tracing the line of her lips before his tongue tip ventured inside, capturing hers in a lingering embrace.

This wordless solace finally coaxed Shiliu’s eyes open. They were filled with a watery sheen, still holding a trace of grievance. She seemed to raise a hand to strike him, but when it fell, it ultimately rested obediently on his back.

That snowflake-light touch, however, made Li Xuanci’s lips curve secretly in a faint smile.

She clenched around him even tighter below. Pubis ground against pubis, friction sparking a scorching heat. There was some pain, but more of dissatisfaction.

He looked at Shiliu again. Desire fermented heavily within him. He wanted to thrust wildly, to fill her completely, to break her, and then hide her away inside his own body.

His tongue tip licked over Shiliu’s pearly teeth, leaving a sensation of absurd intimacy. Then he began to move below, thrusting fully inside.

Completely.

Shiliu’s toes curled, tight like the tip of a lotus bud bent by rain. Even her entrance clenched around him, wetly gripping his arousal, not loosening for a moment, sucking and milking him with a hundred different motions, utterly dripping.

Li Xuanci gazed directly into her eyes. Both pairs of pupils held only each other, not missing a single flicker of emotion.

In Shiliu’s eyes, there was pain, confusion, wavering, and an addiction that mirrored his own exactly.

He caught that wavering, and a flash of conquest passed through his dark, pitch-black eyes. Then he began to plunder without any mercy.

Shiliu trembled all over, bearing his impacts. The burning, hard flesh penetrated her tender depths. Even her waist, which couldn’t help but twist and squirm, was imprisoned by his palm, leaving her to helplessly rub against the lines of his hand.

She had taken him in completely, swallowed this fearsome member entirely. Her entrance was repeatedly forced open by the large, rounded head, becoming a wet, red mess. The delicate slit was muddied, the sticky, greasy fluid between their s*xes stretching into threads of shame.

Li Xuanci’s eyes grew darker, like fog churning in the night mist, hiding all danger beneath the visible surface.

“Sore… It’s too sore.”

That was all Shiliu felt.

So sore. Waves of it spreading from her core. With each of his thrusts, more fluid splashed out, landing on their skin, sparking bursts of itching, like the fine antennae of ants crawling over her, making her involuntarily clench her lower depths, sucking his member even more profoundly.

Only that part of her felt truly alive.

Pulsing, swallowing his flesh.

The throbbing veins on his shaft, the vibrating column of his length, and the ridged edges scraping against her inner walls.

It was all so clear, the sensations magnifying endlessly in her mind, brewing into an intoxicating addiction.

But her pleas were useless. In her daze, Shiliu called out to him, “Brother… it’s sore… I don’t want it.”

Too sore. The ache was mixed with a numb itching, like fine threads piercing her skin, drilling into her bones, tightly winding around her tailbone, pulling and tearing.

Shiliu began to struggle, but that cry of “Brother” only made things worse.

Li Xuanci pulled Shiliu closer, driving into her even deeper, as if he meant to pin her in place with his very member.

He was thirsty. So thirsty. Only the fluids flowing from this entrance, that wet, slick, sticky bodily moisture, could briefly quench the raging in his body.

There was no choice. Only this was thrusting in and out with wild pleasure. Even the sound of his sac slapping against her entrance, striking the base of her thighs, became an accomplice, urging desire to break free of all restraint.

More. Let more of that water flow out to feed him. Li Xuanci thought this ruthlessly.

Thrust into here. Into this dripping-wet slit. Inside, she would suck him completely, sucking on him, not letting go for a moment. Every inch of her flesh clenched around the protrusions on his shaft, every inch rubbed against him, every inch was overloading desire.

He indulged in this suffocating tightness, moving in and out like crazy, forgetting even time itself.

This poor flesh was pounded into juice by him, ground into mud, a sodden mess. Beyond sucking his root, it could do nothing else.

After thrusting like this to his heart’s content, Li Xuanci, in his loss of control, felt Shiliu’s entrance began to spasm. She cried out, a gush of hot fluid surged down, clenching around him madly.

With extreme difficulty, Li Xuanci thrust a few more times, then buried himself deep in the tenderest flesh at her very core and released happily, filling her completely.