After Being Entangled By the Obsessive Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 18

The clouds rolled like waves, endless and unsteady. A small boat drifted aimlessly across a vast sea, with no idea which direction it was headed.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew. The boat pitched and swayed, its sides splashed with water.

Xian Ning felt as though her whole body had been washed in sweat. Her head was spinning, unable to find its bearings. Only by clinging to Xue Yingxian’s strength could she barely hold herself up.

Xue Yingxian held her tightly, the muscles in her arms flexing faintly. They weren’t separated by much in height, yet in her embrace, Xian Ning seemed impossibly small.

Her eyes were reddened with desire, every kiss laced with raw hunger. The back of Xian Ning’s ears, her neck, her chest. Each place was already marked with bright traces beneath the light, as though she were painted with fire.

Her skin was pale as porcelain, and the blossoms of pink scattered across it only made her more delicate, more alluring.

Xue Yingxian moved like an engine that never stopped, pressing forward again and again. She bit softly at Xian Ning’s ear, whispering, “Xian Ning, I like you.”

Of course Xian Ning knew.

From the way Xue Yingxian was losing control, from her every reaction, it was plain to see.

When she stayed quiet, Xue Yingxian thrust a little harder, dissatisfied. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Xian Ning turned her head to look at her, voice rasping with exhaustion. “My throat hurts.”

Her cheeks were flushed, damp with sweat, her small face showing weariness and defeat. She looked utterly worn down, bullied until she had nothing left. Xue Yingxian lost herself staring for a moment, then tilted up her chin and kissed her swollen lips.

They were still soft—softer than ever. Like biting into jelly.

By now, the taste of toothpaste should have long faded, yet her mouth was still faintly sweet, pulling Xue Yingxian deeper, deeper, unable to stop.

Xian Ning gave a weak push, but Xue Yingxian only cupped the back of her head, kissing her harder, tongue entangling hers with a tenderness that allowed no refusal.

Her head spun even worse. She must have been suffocating.

The kiss didn’t end, nor did the relentless rhythm. Dizzy and faint, Xian Ning slumped limply into her arms.

In a haze, she felt something cool at her lips. A liquid slipped down her throat, and she swallowed by instinct. Slowly, her muddled thoughts began to clear.

When she finally opened her eyes, Xue Yingxian asked, “Do you want more?”

Xian Ning nodded. The dryness in her throat had eased, but her body was still parched, the heat inside her refusing to fade.

Three glasses later, Xue Yingxian’s gaze darkened, her voice dropping into a murmur. “If you drink this much, later on…”

“Hm? Later what?” Xian Ning tilted her head up at her.

Xue Yingxian swallowed hard, then shook her head. “Nothing.”

Xian Ning thought she would finally let her rest. She was wrong. The girl had no intention of stopping. In fact, she seemed to be spiraling even further out of control.

Panic fluttered in Xian Ning’s chest. She cupped Xue Yingxian’s face, kissed her softly, and whispered, “Xiao Xian… we can’t keep going. It hurts.”

It wasn’t a lie. She really couldn’t take any more.

From the moment they left the bathroom, it hadn’t stopped. Now dawn was nearly breaking. Every inch of her body ached, her bones felt like they might come apart.

Xue Yingxian drank in her coaxing, but still pressed on, stubborn. She wanted to see Xian Ning undone.

Xian Ning, worried her parents might hear, could only muffle her sounds. If they saw her like this with their own eyes… she didn’t even dare imagine their reaction.

The thought alone thrilled Xue Yingxian.

She pictured Xian Ning crying, breaking down, maybe even lashing out at her in embarrassed fury. The image itself sent a shiver of excitement through her veins.

Her eyes grew impossibly dark, hiding within them a fervent tide that swelled like a restless sea.

Xian Ning had no idea what she was thinking. Still clinging to her, still trying to act spoiled, she suddenly found herself pressed into the pillow, caught off guard.

Xue Yingxian slid the pillow under her waist and nuzzled her gently. “Good girl~”

Her lips brushed Xian Ning’s in a fleeting kiss, then wandered lower—chin, neck, collarbone…

Everywhere they touched, Xian Ning shivered. When her lips landed lower still, her trembling turned violent, almost uncontrollable.

Xue Yingxian looked up at her, laughter glittering faintly in her eyes, the rest filled with nothing but burning hunger.

At last, she reached the place she had longed for. Testing first, then certain of Xian Ning’s shattering response, she began with real focus.

Xian Ning had no strength left to resist. Her pale fingers tangled weakly in Xue Yingxian’s hair, her voice hoarse as soft sounds spilled past her lips.

Xue Yingxian glanced up, speaking vaguely against her. “Xian Ning, don’t hold back your voice.”

“N-no… my parents…” Xian Ning bit down hard on her lip, struggling to contain it.

How could she not hold back? Her parents’ room was just next door. Even if it was separated by a wall—if they suddenly came out…

Xue Yingxian, watching her restraint, only resolved to work harder, to drive her so far past reason she couldn’t think of anything else.

And soon, Xian Ning couldn’t. Her whole body trembled, soft cries escaping no matter how she tried to bury them in the blanket.

Pulling her face free, Xue Yingxian scolded gently, “Trying to suffocate yourself?”

Xian Ning’s face was streaked with tears, her nose and eyes reddened. Her lips pouted downwards, looking utterly wronged.

“Stay away from me!” she pushed her face aside, sulking.

Xue Yingxian’s heart melted into nothing. She pulled her close, kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes.

“I was wrong, I was wrong. Don’t cry, okay?”

Xian Ning was easy to soothe. Once she heard the apology, she stopped fighting. But the moment she nodded, a hand slid along the curve of her spine.

“?!” Her head snapped up, staring in disbelief.

Xue Yingxian only smiled, kissed her cheek, and—without a word—continued.

After such intensity, Xian Ning’s stomach felt oddly bloated. Hearing the faint slosh of water inside her made her suddenly uneasy.

No. Absolutely not again…

She shoved Xue Yingxian and scrambled toward the edge of the bed. But Xue Yingxian only watched calmly, and just as she was about to climb down, a hand caught her ankle and dragged her back beneath her.

“So that’s what my sister likes, hm?”

Pinned completely, Xian Ning couldn’t even lift a finger. As the storm washed over her again, she could only brace against the rush of tingling that raced up from her toes.

Xue Yingxian’s lips trailed along her nape, then scattered aimless kisses across her back.

Xian Ning couldn’t escape. She could only surrender, losing herself piece by piece.

And then along with the overwhelming tide, something else threatened to break free. Her face paled. In a rush of panic, she covered Xue Yingxian’s eyes.

Feeling the tremor in her arm, Xue Yingxian wondered if she had gone too far. She pulled her hand away and when she saw Xian Ning’s frightened face, her heart gave a sharp, painful throb.

Tears brimmed in Xian Ning’s eyes. She clutched a pillow to shield her thighs, stammering, “It’s… it’s not what you think.”

Gathering her into her arms, Xue Yingxian murmured wickedly at her ear, “How can my grown-up sister still be wetting the bed?”

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