Chapter 81: Struggle
You leaned in, closing the distance between you and him to a mere inch. You could even observe every detail of him—his features, the fine hairs, even his pores… You could clearly see the changes in him over the years.
His childish face had gradually matured. The girlish allure in his eyebrows had faded, yet it all reappeared when he was in agony.
You ran your slender fingers over his cheek, down his sharp jawline, to the hollow of his collarbone, lingering for a moment before continuing downward.
The heart pounding in your chest felt like molten lava, threatening to engulf you. You couldn’t believe your own intense emotions. It was just a small indulgence, why did it bring such a torrential flood?
You never knew that the twisted emotion in your heart had already been nurtured by your own blood into a ferocious beast. A little indulgence, and it would gradually reveal its true, ferocious and hideous form
You swallowed the saliva that was madly secreted in your mouth, your breath as hot as fire. You vaguely knew that this was not good. Once you lost control, the consequences could be irreversible. But your pride in your self-control seemed to have completely vanished. The opened valve could not be closed again. The intense emotions poured down like a flash flood.
You slowly unbuttoned his collar, pulled open his shirt, and looked at his shoulders and chest, exposed to the air. A large expanse of fair, delicate skin appeared before your eyes. You stared blankly, your obsession and love growing stronger, further fueling the twisted desire and possessiveness in your heart.
This feeling was different from when your long-reared pet escaped from its untied leash, only to return home one evening, covered in mud. It would even rub against your cold shoes, its dark eyes still retaining a memory of you. You would welcome it in with joy and give it a clean, warm bath.
You had never thought that the feeling of having him back would be regret, an incomparable, intense regret that was almost tangible!
You regretted why this possession was six years late. You truly felt that the reasons you had used to convince yourself before were utterly ridiculous. You had ignored the greatest desire in your heart, and in reality, you had just been a ridiculous deserter.
This cute face, this smooth skin, this thick black hair, this slender body—they were all yours now.
This new realization brought you an indescribable satisfaction. The regret in your heart gradually faded. Even you didn’t notice that you were slowly sinking, falling into an unfathomable abyss, yet willingly controlled by such emotions, just because it brought you an unparalleled pleasure.
You still haven’t classified this intense emotion. It seems to have filled all the emotional voids in your life—kinship, friendship, and even love. But when they are condensed together, they manifest in a unified form, and that is possession.
You gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your fingertips tracing the corners of his eyes. You leaned in completely, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You breathed in his scent greedily, like a suffocating person who had just regained the right to breathe oxygen.
Pleasure and haze intertwined before your eyes into a real illusion, like the captivating sweetness of candy, melting into a creamy fat in the flickering candlelight, releasing a sweet and alluring fragrance like cream, reaching the depths of your soul.
Arousing a wave of desire…
When those violent factors in your bones began to awaken, your reason, which was almost scattered in the endless desire, struggled a little. You knew the consequences of completely indulging your desires.
You would often try your best to restrain those twisted and violent thoughts. His body made you linger, yet you also wanted to avoid it.
You had seen too many realities of love falling apart. Of course, you were afraid… of him leaving. When you just wanted to hold his body, it would eventually evolve into grabbing, holding tightly, and even merging…
You believed in that top-down emotion. You would use pain to make him remember your fiery love. Even if he became numb in the end, he would still love you, craving your pity. Your momentary forgiveness would be exchanged for his fawning submission. He would accept all your requests, only remember you, only love you.
Your beautiful nails dug into your flesh, the blood soaking into them, dyeing the red polish even more vibrant. You tried your best to restrain those emotions, but a seductive noise was always tempting you in your mind, whispering your desires.
You really want it, don’t you? He’s yours sooner or later. Why endure for a little while longer? Go ahead, do what you want to do. You want…
“I want…”
You murmured softly. You wanted it, of course you wanted it. You wanted it so badly you were going crazy.
You looked at his handsome profile and his smooth, slender chest, imagining your lips lingering on his smooth, delicate skin, imagining your sharp teeth piercing his neck and sucking his blood, imagining leaving countless bloody marks on his defenseless body like a newborn beast, imagining his tormented tears as he was woken up by the pain that was about to tear his body apart, looking at you with innocent eyes, yet only able to shed tears under your rough actions.
This time, you didn’t even want to find an excuse. Just thinking about the fear and disbelief he would show when he saw the gentle and considerate sister in his eyes turn into a ferocious and hideous demon, and then the collapse of his reason, made you want to laugh out loud.
You stared at his slender, pale neck, the tip of your tongue pressing against your sharp teeth. You drew closer, step by step. He seemed to sense the feeling of being restrained in his deep sleep and twisted his body uncomfortably. But his struggle only made you more excited, greatly stimulating your sadistic desires, making you want to be even more rough.
Your red lips pressed tightly against his neck, desperately sucking in his scent, leaving wet marks on his snow-white skin. You tried your best to restrain your sharp teeth. You knew that once you left an indelible mark, there would be no turning back. But desire kept pushing you… to bite down.
You suddenly lifted your head, away from the seductive sweetness. You had thought that your feelings for him were platonic, that they shouldn’t be mixed with these meaningless carnal desires. But… you seemed to be wrong.
You were a demon flower that had bloomed from a bad seed. Those evil and ugly things would catch up to you. You were supposed to be covered in mud. Why were you still pretending to be so noble?
You pressed closer to his sleeping body, your hot breath near his flesh. The sweet scent was constantly touching your soul, spreading down your tense nerves to the depths of your desire.
“Aiai, I am your Aiai.”
The air was filled with your thick panting. Your round buttocks slid down his flat abdomen, the white, plump flesh peeking out from the wide gap in your nightgown, sending a shiver through you, your words becoming slurred. “Call me Aiai, okay?”
You used to hate these things. The thought of prostrating yourself under someone else and being at their mercy made you feel disgusted from the bottom of your heart. But he gave you a different feeling. Your resistance seemed to have lost its effect on him.
You had hated it for more than twenty years, and you had also accumulated it for more than twenty years. Once the floodgates of burgeoning desire were opened, they could no longer be closed.
Your bright red lips were bitten until they were dripping with blood. You whimpered as you reached for the boy’s clothes, your eyes slightly wet, almost out of breath from the unbearable longing, tears about to overflow.
You were driven to ecstasy by the feeling of emptiness. You gritted your teeth, using the pain to regain a brief moment of reason. But this was just a delay. You could feel your reason slowly crumbling, countless excuses floating in your mind, trying to convince you to give in.
You slowly moved your hips, as if hovering on the edge of a cliff. He seemed to be getting impatient with your weight on him and let out a few muffled groans. Your attention was drawn for a split second, and the last shred of clarity in your eyes was drowned out, completely filled with viscous desire.
Your fingers, hooked on the fabric of his lower garments, tightened, and you completely stripped him of his clothes.
“Meow…”
A meow in the dead of night interrupted your impatient actions. You turned around abruptly, your bloodshot pupils staring at the large orange cat behind you. The cat’s eyes glowed in the night, looking back at you with innocent eyes. It let out a few more whimpering meows. You could vaguely see a collar nestled in its thick fur.
…
You slammed the bedroom door shut, as if there was a tempting demon hidden inside. With all your strength, you slid down the door, leaning against it, gasping for breath. You had escaped the devil’s den, but you were already deeply poisoned.
You writhed uncomfortably, your desire erupting, threatening to consume you entirely.
The sour, grinding sensation between your legs was unbearable. You leaned against the door and slowly collapsed onto the smooth, cold floor. The sound of dense water droplets soon filled the air.
You stared blankly at the empty collar on the floor. On the name tag, the words “Xiao Chan” were engraved in a firm, powerful hand.
You clutched the collar tightly in your hand. In the moment of impending climax, you murmured, “Xiao Chan, I won’t… let go again.”
…
You squinted your long, narrow eyes, lying satisfied on the floor. The cold floor was now warmed by a large puddle of warm water, a sweet scent lingering in the air. Desire had faded, and reason had regained control of your body.
You opened the closed door and looked at him, sleeping soundly on the bed, your obsession still undiminished.
He couldn’t escape. You had already been separated once. No matter what, you would not abandon him again like an unfit master.
You would possess him perfectly, severing all his past ties. What awaited him was a whole new world he had never seen before, like a meteor streaking across the sky at nightfall, its destination unknown, but they would all have the same ending—to be eventually swallowed by the dark night.
