Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era

Chapter 118: BaiShe... I can’t take it anymore... (+18)

BaiShe remained silent for a moment, letting the tension rise in the room. "Because my heart is in conflict with reason, Ling’er. Our feelings are mutual... I feel it in every fluctuation of your Qi. But this cannot be possible. Fate has decided that we were born under the same roof, sharing the same name. Continuing down this path would only lead us to a tribulation from which we would not emerge unscathed."

Ling’er’s eyes widened in the shadows. She straightened up abruptly, her hands still gripping the lapels of her brother’s robe. A gleam of wild determination suddenly replaced her sadness.

’So he thought we were really blood brother and sister... That’s why...’

"Fate? Blood?" she repeated with a bitter laugh.

"You are wrong, BaiShe. You are wrong on all counts."

"What do you mean, Ling’er?"

She brought her face close to his, her golden pupils shining.

"I am not your sister, BaiShe," she declared.

"The blood of the Qilin flows in my veins, an essence that the Xuan family has never possessed. I am the illegitimate daughter of the Jade Emperor, the sovereign of the Northern Jade Empire. Your father simply took me in to honor a karmic debt."

"What!? How is that possible? How can you know such a thing?" BaiShe’s eyes widened, pretending not to know.

Ling’er shook her head: "Patriarch Xuan confessed it to me," she lied.

"I see..."

"Therefore, no law of heaven or earth forbids us from belonging to each other. However, if you reject me again, I will..."

The silence that followed was absolute. BaiShe adjusted his monocle. By pushing her to her limits, he had forced her to break her own secret, thus sealing their karmic bond with a truth she could never take back.

"If that is so..." murmured BaiShe, turning completely toward Ling’er, who remained clinging to his robe, her face lifted toward him, her cheeks still streaked with tears but her golden eyes shining with wild hope.

"BaiShe... say something..." she whispered, her voice trembling under the weight of vulnerability. "Now that you know... will you still reject me in the name of a filial piety that does not exist?"

BaiShe did not answer immediately. Nevertheless, he reached out his hand and framed Ling’er’s face. The young woman’s skin was burning hot, contrasting with the young master’s usual coolness. He caressed her skin slowly, his thumb brushing her parted lips.

"If fate has broken our fraternal chains, only one truth remains: you belong to me, and I have no more reason to feign restraint."

Ling’er let out a sigh that sounded like a sob of relief. Without waiting, BaiShe sealed their lips in a deep kiss. It was no longer the chaste contact or the rejection from earlier, but a claiming of ownership. BaiShe’s tongue explored Ling’er’s mouth. Moreover, he felt the young woman surrender completely, her hands loosening from his robe to bury themselves in his long silver hair.

The wet sound of their mouths uniting filled the silence of the room. Ling’er let out a small muffled moan against BaiShe’s lips, her body instinctively pressing against his. She finally felt that karmic bond, so long repressed by her regression, solidify. BaiShe, feeling his Omega Heart beat with ruthless regularity, decided to activate his new ability: Lust Qi.

Instantly, the atmosphere of the room seemed to thicken, charging itself with a heady perfume of peach blossoms and wild musk. Ling’er shuddered, her golden eyes veiling with a mist of uncontrollable desire. She suddenly felt herself melt, as if her bones had turned to silk under her brother’s hands... no, her man’s hands.

"You are so hot, Ling’er..." murmured BaiShe, breaking the kiss to move his lips down her neck.

He began to undo the ties of the young woman’s golden robe. The precious fabric slipped over her shoulders with an erotic rustle, revealing alabaster skin of almost divine purity. The structure of her shoulders was fine, delicate, but BaiShe perceived beneath this apparent fragility the dormant power of the Qilin lineage. The robe fell to her waist, exposing a firm and opulent chest, whose pink peaks were already hardened by excitement and the coolness of the night.

"Look at yourself..." said BaiShe, placing his hands on her slender hips, accentuating the perfect arch of her back. "How could I have considered you a mere sister? You are a masterpiece that the Dao has sculpted for my sole pleasure."

Ling’er blushed furiously, but she did not try to cover herself. On the contrary, she arched her back, offering her chest to the young master’s admiration. Her trembling hands came to rest on BaiShe’s pectorals.

"BaiShe... I don’t want to wait any longer..." she murmured, her breath becoming ragged. "Make me forget... make me forget everything I have lived through... mark me so that I see only you."

BaiShe smiled, gently laying her down on the sheets, his body dominating hers. He used his fingers to explore every centimeter of her skin, starting from her ankles and slowly moving up along her curvaceous legs. Each touch triggered an electric current in Ling’er, her muscles contracting under the effect of the Lust Qi saturating her meridians.

He lingered on the curve of her hips, his hands kneading the soft flesh before moving up toward her heavy breasts. He grasped one, feeling its weight in his palm, and began to massage it in slow circles. Ling’er closed her eyes, her head thrown back, exposing the long tense line of her throat.

"Your cries are more melodic than any zither, little Qilin," he murmured before capturing a nipple between his lips.

Schlup... Schlup...

He sucked the sensitive flesh, his tongue swirling frenetically around the bud. Ling’er let out a sharp cry, her fingers digging into BaiShe’s shoulders.

The pleasure was too intense, too new for this inexperienced tsundere. She felt literally devoured by this attention, but this devouring was what she had always desired deep in her soul as a regressor.

BaiShe was not in a hurry... He wanted to saturate his prey’s senses, ensure that every fiber of her being was impregnated with his essence before moving to the final act. He moved his kisses down to her flat stomach, his tongue tracing lines of fire on her skin. Ling’er moved her hips erratically, seeking deeper contact.

"Please... BaiShe... I can’t take it anymore..." she begged, her face contorted by nascent ecstasy.