Volume 13
Chapter 23: The Great Slaughter
After seeing his sister’s trophy, Lu Li also wanted to show off his own. Their eyes met, and the room temperature quietly rose. The two of them hugged without a word. The man’s hands moved wildly on the woman’s fiery, delicate body. Zou Yameng lifted one leg and wrapped it around Lu Li’s waist, leading him to the bed. The moment they touched the bed, Zou Yameng flipped over and pinned Lu Li underneath her. Lu Li was a little anxious. “Yameng, let me be on top…”
Zou Yameng pulled down her pants, rubbing the rounded buttocks, clad only in her underwear, against little Lu Li. Her tone carried a hint of complaint. “How long have you had this house? Even I, your sister, haven’t lived here for more than a few days. Those girls all treat this place as their own home. I feel as estranged as a guest.”
Lu Li sobered up a little. His sister had always been a girl with little moods. Before, she would use the excuse of being drunk to throw a tantrum. Now, she no longer needed to pretend to be drunk. Before Lu Li could answer, he felt his underwear being pulled down by Yameng. She clamped the gradually rising little Lu Li between her underwear and her flesh.
This ambiguous feeling of being half-in, half-out made Lu Li’s spine tingle. He sucked in a sharp breath and let Yameng squirm slightly. Zou Yameng leaned down and began to suck on his neck. “And what’s this about a princess and a ‘Little Qiao’ they were talking about? Where did you manage to trick another girl in less than a year?”
Where did I trick her? Lu Li didn’t know either. Little Qiao seemed to have delivered herself to his door. And Zhu Xi? He could no longer stand his sister’s teasing. He hugged her firm, athletic thighs and begged for mercy. “Good sister, I can’t take it anymore. Let me in.”
Zou Yameng grinned, still clamping little Lu Li with her underwear, letting her lips continuously moisten him. “Lizi, since you were in junior high, have I ever taught you a lesson? In the future, if you make me jealous again, I’ll teach you a lesson just like this, letting you see but not eat.” Lu Li felt he was so hard he was about to explode. Zou Yameng’s body was simply a drug that he was addicted to. Unlike Zhu Xi, Yameng was more energetic. Their actions were not like the venting of animalistic lust he had with Zhu Xi, but more like a kind of sublimated movement—a great harmony of life, he thought of this term.
“And you… you still haven’t explained the matter in that recording to me… If you don’t finish explaining today, don’t even think about leaving this room…”
“I’ll confess, I’ll confess, alright?” Lu Li felt it was a good thing he hadn’t been born in a time of war, or he would have confessed without the enemy even needing to torture him. Lu Li imagined himself born in the wrong era—with a center part, wearing small round glasses, and a petty bourgeois suit and vest—he sucked in a sharp breath. Thank goodness he wasn’t born in the wrong era.
He looked at Yameng. Her lips were exceptionally red, alluring and moist. Yameng licked her red lips and slowly guided little Lu Li into her body. “You confess one thing, and I’ll move once. No lying.” At this point, how could Lu Li possibly maintain his clarity? He quickly said, “Alright, alright.”
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At the same time, outside Zou Yameng’s room, two sneaky figures were squatting by the door. An Baili made a lewd gesture with her fingers. “See? I told you they were doing this.” Steam seemed to be rising from the Little Tiger’s head. She stammered, “Th-then why did you bring me to eavesdrop?” She remembered her experience squatting at the hotel door that time, and she didn’t feel very happy about it. Right now, she just wanted to curl up under the covers and watch a mindless romance drama. Maybe that would help her forget her troubles.
“You have to get used to it. If you’re going to be with Li in the future, you can’t just not let him have his meat,” An Baili said with a knowing air, like a seasoned mentor. “Let me tell you, little shorty, to capture a man’s heart…”
“You must capture his stomach?”
“No, you must capture his little brother.” An Baili shared her “precious” insights. She was enjoying this feeling of being a teacher.
Chen Jianing pouted. “It’s not even certain I’ll marry him in the future. He’s such a playboy…” Her old habit was acting up again.
Just then, Wen Hupo came up the stairs with a thermos. She saw the two of them squatting at the door of Zou Yameng’s room. “What are you two doing?” The Little Tiger’s soul was scared out of her. She quickly made a shushing gesture. The main culprit, An Baili, wasn’t scared, but she, on the contrary, was on tenterhooks.
One of the great “virtues” An Baili had learned from Lu Li was a wicked sense of humor. She beckoned, “Hupo, come, come. They’re listening to music inside.” Listening to music? Hupo’s mind wasn’t so dirty. For a moment, she didn’t think of that. But when she walked to the door and heard the sounds of “mm-hmm, ah-ah” coming from inside, her pretty face flushed slightly, and her pale eyes fell on An Baili. “Not doing anything proper.”
An Baili’s relationship with Hupo wasn’t so distant now. She took Hupo’s hand and had her squat down with them. “Aren’t you curious how they do it?” Miss Lu had run out of her cat bed at some point and was also lying curiously at Hupo’s feet, her ear cocked to listen.
Wen Hupo wasn’t deliberately trying to eavesdrop. She was dazedly thinking of Lu Li’s words. He had said he wanted to give the child back to her. What did that mean? After he was finished with Zou Yameng, would it be her turn next? Hupo became a little nervous. Although she had the memories of her past life, she was still a fledgling in this life. She stood up in a bit of a panic. “I’m going out to buy some paint. Tell the Outstanding Representative not to look for me.”
The two little girls squatted outside the door, listening to the continuous moans from inside. An Baili took the opportunity to show off her “profound knowledge,” trying to establish her authority in the little shorty’s mind. She chattered on and on, not noticing that the sound from inside the door had suddenly stopped. Just as she was wondering, Lu Li’s voice came from inside. “Baili, come in for a moment.”
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Chen Jianing squatted foolishly at the door, listening as the music inside turned into a duet. She was a little apprehensive. Would Lu Li call her in too? But, would it be too early? She hadn’t even met his parents, and she wasn’t ready to progress to that step. Hugging and cuddling was fine, but how could she go for the real deal? And… she still hoped to be alone with Lu Li, so she could have a feeling of being valued.
She wanted to slip away quickly, to find Hupo, but her feet seemed to be filled with lead, possessed by a demon, and she couldn’t move at all.
Just as she was wavering, the woman’s moans from inside gradually subsided. She heard Zou Yameng’s voice: “…Baili, how are you so unable to take a hit…”
“I… I can’t… my brain has already… broken… The little shorty is outside… Li… you go find her…”
Chen Jianing’s heart was in her throat. Sure enough, Lu Li’s voice came again. “Jianing, come in for a moment.” This sentence was like a divine decree in a religious sense, full of temptation and irresistible. She dazedly pushed open the door and saw Lu Li standing naked on the bed, with two girls lying askew beside him. That sturdy long spear cast a clearly defined shadow on her face.
I knew I shouldn’t have come to eavesdrop… was her last thought.
