Chapter 48 Finally, he and Xue Mingyao were having an affair again.
Xie Zhuo didn't touch Xue Mingyao's clothes; he merely lifted her skirt, pulled down her trousers, and then straddled her.
This position was perfectly normal. She used to like being under Xie Qinglang, holding him tightly, skin to skin, sweat rolling together, a perfect union of flesh and water, so satisfying, so safe.
But Xie Zhuo wasn't in a hurry to press down on her. He pressed one hand against her waist and slowly unbuckled his leather belt with the other, as if she were a lamb to the slaughter.
Xue Mingyao looked up at his cold, hard jawline, feeling a little uneasy.
It's been such a long, long time since she's had this...
And there he was—she glanced at his gleaming, sharpened knife—was truly astonishing, and, frightening.
When they first met, he was naturally unwilling, but she didn't care. She struggled with him for a long time, and finally he gave up resisting. She pressed him down on the bed, his eyes closed, without uttering a sound or moving, like a dead man.
Calling him dead wouldn't be accurate, since there's still a part of his body that's alive, thriving, and living a very high-profile life.
Judging from his expression, he really wanted people there to die too.
At first, Xue Mingyao teased him about it, but after their clothes were removed, she began to hope that his... well, you know... would be a little bit dead...
He forced himself on her, but she wasn't a tyrant; he was simply wielding an exceptionally fine and powerful bow!
Xue Mingyao was having second thoughts, but she was in a difficult situation and had no choice but to grit her teeth and reluctantly draw the bow.
It took her a lot of effort just to hang the string up a bit; she was sweating profusely, panting heavily, and the strain on the bow made her ache. She really didn't have the courage to hang it up any further.
The only consolation was that the dead Xie Qinglang had finally come back to life a little.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, his brows furrowed, and he looked like he was in great pain. Xue Mingyao was puzzled; he hadn't exerted any effort at all, so how could he be exhausted?
Of course, she didn't know that patience also requires physical strength.
As the matter of conquering the world would take time, Xue Mingyao, being both flexible and resilient, declared that after her first defeat, she would fight again next time.
Now the tables have turned. She, the fake overlord, has been subjugated, while the real overlord, with his bow, has come to retaliate. The overlord loosens his belt, and Xue Mingyao waits, lost in thought, feeling utterly besieged on all sides, hoping he will loosen it quickly, yet also hoping he will loosen it slowly.
She's been deprived of sex for so long, she must be in pain...
She's really afraid of pain!
Xue Mingyao felt another wave of regret. Why had she been so obedient as a widow for the past few years? She should have continued to seduce handsome scholars; otherwise, she wouldn't be as nervous as a newlywed bride right now.
Although she was indeed a newlywed.
A new bride can at least beg for her husband's pity, but can she? Xie Zhuo couldn't wait to see her suffer.
"Are you scared?" Xie Zhuo suddenly asked.
Xue Mingyao was startled. "You're the one who's scared, always so hesitant."
Xie Zhuo leaned down, staring at her trembling eyelashes, his fingertips stroking her smooth skin. "It was warm here just now, but it's cool now."
"That was blown by the wind!"
Xie Zhuo glanced at the wide-open window, and moved his leg slightly, but was stopped by Xue Mingyao, who had straightened up halfway. "Are you coming or not?"
Xie Zhuo's response was to press her down again, and his lips followed.
He kissed her and caressed her, and Xue Mingyao's body became hot again.
Then……
As expected, Xue Mingyao felt the pain and let out a cry that sounded almost like a sob.
"Xie Zhuo, I hate you!" she said through gritted teeth, hugging him tightly.
He and Xue Mingyao finally rekindled their affair.
Xie Zhuo's throat was choked by a sticky emotion, even more intense than before, rendering him speechless. When Xue Mingyao finally succeeded after several attempts, his first reaction was one of relief.
I haven't figured out whether I'm easing the pressure for her or for myself. Of course, it might be one and the same thing.
Xie Zhuo, however, did not feel relieved at this moment.
Xue Mingyao glared at him, her cheeks flushed and damp, her eyes brimming with anger. Fortunately, he didn't need to argue with her; perhaps this was the only time he could win.
He spoke slowly and deliberately, emphasizing each word: "Xue Mingyao, I hate you too."
Xue Mingyao bit his shoulder.
Through his clothes, she bit him uncomfortably, and the damage she caused him was limited.
She then began to vaguely realize that neither of them had taken off their clothes. She desperately wanted to bite him, to pinch him, to carve her hatred for him into every inch of his body.
Xie Zhuo looked at her angry face.
She never gave him a kind look, not even in this intimate moment when she was completely under his control.
He then tried even harder to control her.
Xue Mingyao wanted to curse him, but the words that came out were fragmented and blended into her unbearable moans. The general and the scholar were indeed different; the joy was doubled, and so was the pain. It had only just begun, and she already felt she couldn't bear it anymore.
The cushion couldn't withstand such intense friction and kept shifting back and forth. Xie Zhuo paused briefly, then lifted Xue Mingyao by her legs and picked her up.
Xue Mingyao screamed and her body tilted and hung in the air.
"Hold me tight," Xie Zhuo said, bowing his head.
With no support above her waist, Xue Mingyao nearly fell backward, so she had to reach out and hook her arms around his neck. Xie Zhuo pulled her forward again, and she clung to him even more tightly and securely.
"What are you doing... Put me down!" Xue Mingyao said in a trembling voice.
"Go to the couch over there."
Xie Zhuo was referring to a couch against the wall in this room, which was not as spacious as a soft cushion, but it wouldn't wobble.
"I don't want to! I don't want to!" Xue Mingyao protested loudly.
"It's not up to you." Xie Zhuo pinched the soft flesh on her leg and took a step forward.
It's so bumpy and shaky.
That's dangerous.
Because of this danger, an overwhelming sense of pleasure surged through her, leaving Xue Mingyao overwhelmed. The only thing she could hold onto was him. She could only cling tightly to Xie Zhuo, biting her lip to keep herself from crying.
You absolutely must not cry at a time like this.
That's so embarrassing.
But the way she was hanging on Xie Zhuo was shameful enough, as if she were a little baby who couldn't walk and depended on him for everything.
But Xie Zhuo took a few steps and then turned back.
Faced with Xue Mingyao's angry glare, he curled his lips and said, "Don't rush, go close the window first."
Xue Mingyao: "......"
This window absolutely must be closed!
When Xie Zhuo reached the window, he stood still for a moment.
Just as Xue Mingyao was about to ask him what he was waiting for, she realized the problem: Xie Zhuo was supporting her with both hands, so how could he have a free hand to close the window?
Sure enough, Xie Zhuo said, "You shut it down."
"I don't!"
Xie Zhuo jerked her around, "Should we close it or not?"
Xue Mingyao felt a chill run down her spine, her toes curled up, and she glared at him resentfully before reaching out to pull the window back. Her upper body tilted, aggravating her sensitive area, and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
However, after closing the window, Xie Zhuo carried her across the small couch, taking three staggering steps, but did not put her down.
“And there’s a back window,” he said.
"...You did this on purpose!" Xue Mingyao really wanted to bite him to death.
Her angry black eyes stretched taut across their sockets, a faint mist of moisture veiling them. Her frequently blinking eyelashes, like tiny hooks, fueled Xie Zhuo's burning desire. He wanted to torment her until she was broken, yet he also longed to kiss her beautiful eyes.
His prominent Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and he was determined to teach Xue Mingyao a lesson. He tensed his waist and walked towards the back window.
A few steps felt incredibly long.
A thin layer of sweat broke out all over Xue Mingyao's body, making her skin sticky and slippery. Even though she clung to him tightly, she still felt like she was about to fall off at any moment. Xie Zhuo intensified his efforts, nailing her body again and again, but even though he nailed her so hard, why was she still afraid of falling off? Occasionally, she wished she could fall off herself to escape this torment.
He shook off her thick, black hair, which draped over her soft waist and abdomen, revealing glimpses of her fair skin amidst the dark strands, swaying in Xie Zhuo's eyes with each step.
Her brightly colored dress flipped down, covering her bare legs and Xie Zhuo's wanton hands. Unbeknownst to her, she had kicked off her white silk stockings, and her fair feet, painted with red nail polish, swayed weakly under her dress.
Xie Zhuo's clothes were even more neatly arranged than hers; he hadn't even taken off his boots, and the only exposed part of his body was firmly covered by her. At a glance, the imposing general held his beautiful wife high in his arms, the couple enjoying their intimate moments, without revealing anything obscene inside.
However, the beautiful woman uttered a string of curses.
"Xie Zhuo, you bastard!"
"Who gave you permission to move...?"
"Stop right there! Ah! Stop!"
Xie Zhuo simply chuckled, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
When they reached the window, Xue Mingyao quickly stretched out her arm, thinking that closing the window was the right thing to do and getting into bed was the proper thing to do. However, just as she stretched her hand out halfway, Xie Zhuo suddenly released the hand that was supporting her on the same side, and before she could, he hit the window frame.
Xue Mingyao lost her balance and fell backward at an angle, which frightened her so much that she screamed repeatedly.
Just as her lower back bent and was almost parallel to the ground, Xie Zhuo closed the window and used his arms and waist to lift her up.
Xue Mingyao crashed solidly into his chest, the muffled thud followed by her mournful groan. A flash of white light appeared before her eyes, and all her strength and will collapsed instantly, utterly dissipating.
Xie Zhuo immediately sensed it, and held her tightly, making this moment last even longer.
Xue Mingyao trembled all over and didn't stop for a long time; her mind was a complete mess.
Once she finally regained some of her senses, her first reaction was to slap Xie Zhuo across the face.
It had a strong presence, but the force was actually weak; however, the sharp nails that slashed across the surface caused a stinging pain.
Xie Zhuo, having been scratched a few times by the kitten, was only more excited than before. Panting, he looked at the furious beauty and asked, "Why did you hit me? Aren't you happy?"
Xue Mingyao's chest heaved. He was clearly toying with her, doing such dangerous things. Wasn't he afraid of breaking his manhood?
She didn't want this humiliating pleasure!
"Put me down, I don't want to go anymore." Although she said it through gritted teeth, she was still immersed in the tide of pleasure. Her voice was sweet and coquettish, and she was afraid that he would come again. There was also a bit of grievance in it.
Seeing her pitiful yet stubborn appearance, Xie Zhuo couldn't bear it and didn't force her. He gently placed her on the small couch.
With the support of the couch, Xue Mingyao slowly recovered. She stared at Xie Zhuo, who was leaning against her, and said in a muffled voice, "Get out."
Xie Zhuo asked knowingly, "Get out? From where?"
Xue Mingyao pouted and said irritably, "We've already consummated our marriage, are you satisfied now? What are you still lingering for?"
It should have died by now, so why is it becoming more and more energetic?
Its vitality is terrifyingly strong.
At this moment, Xue Mingyao truly felt that her small temple could not contain such a great Buddha as him.
Was it ever this exaggerated before? She seemed to have become weaker, while he had become stronger. Xue Mingyao recalled his thick thighs.
"Not satisfied," Xie Zhuo said slowly. "You're happy, but I'm not."
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