Chapter Thirty-One: Choosing to Leave

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The King Serpent—No Pop-Up

(The first volume is finished, dear brothers and sisters. Perhaps you may feel disappointed after reading this volume. Though it is a rural novel, it portrays an urban environment; yet, this is a necessary process. In the next volume, you will witness what true countryside life is like. Trust me, give me your votes, and if I let you down again, you may scold me.)

Sha Le’er felt as if she were holding a ball of fire in her arms. This fire burned Li Ying herself, and it burned Le’er as well. Le’er clung tightly to Li Ying, and Li Ying clasped Le’er's neck with equal fervor.

"Le’er... carry your sister... upstairs... mm..."

Sha Le’er’s breath grew more and more labored as she swiftly carried Li Ying upstairs. Li Ying’s nightgown fluttered aside, revealing her beautiful figure to Le’er’s gaze.

"Le’er..."

Li Ying lifted her head and suddenly pressed her lips against Le’er’s mouth.

Le’er’s mouth was sealed, and then a delicate tongue slipped in. They had reached Li Ying’s bedroom; Le’er intended to place Li Ying on the bed, but she refused to release his neck, and so the two of them tumbled onto the bed together.

"Sister..."

But once again, Li Ying’s lips blocked his words. Li Ying clung to him with a wild fervor, and Le’er’s body burned as though it were heated red-hot, pressing upon Li Ying. One of Li Ying’s hands released his neck and slipped downward, quietly reaching for Le’er’s lower body. That rod-like thing was grasped by her small hand, and instantly, Le’er’s body stiffened.

"Sister..."

"Le’er, are you a virgin?" Li Ying’s face was flushed with charm. "Sister will make you a real man, alright?"

At this moment, Li Ying’s nightgown was fully undone, her ivory skin tinged with a faint red. Le’er could no longer restrain himself; his large hand caressed those snow-white, rabbit-like breasts. Li Ying cried out softly, her body trembling. Her hands began to undress him.

Le’er, by now, had lost all capacity for thought. He didn’t need Li Ying’s help to remove his clothes; with clumsy haste, he stripped himself bare. His athletic body appeared before Li Ying’s eyes, and the thick rod beneath startled her.

"Sister... I want..."

His hands began to tear at Li Ying’s panties, but his clumsy fingers could not manage to remove them.

"Le’er... don’t rush... silly boy... let me do it."

Le’er was inexperienced, his first time awkward and impatient. Li Ying was clearly a mature woman; her movements guided Le’er skillfully, leading him to the verge of bursting. In front of others, she was so coldly beautiful; on the bed, she was fiery and unrestrained.

"Le’er... slow down... gently... mmm..."

As Le’er entered her, she felt herself filled by something hard and unyielding. She did not hide her pleasure, crying out in delight, her body responding to Le’er’s movements, every muscle alive, trembling and twisting. Even her sprained ankle, under the effects of passion, ceased to ache.

Yet, as it was Le’er’s first time, after only a few thrusts, a hot stream burst forth.

"Silly boy... it’s your first time, it’s alright." Li Ying kissed Le’er. "You’ve made me very happy, so very happy. Next time, you’ll make me even happier."

Li Ying embraced Le’er blissfully, nestling her body entirely into his arms, every inch of her skin pressed to his. Like a gentle kitten, she gazed at Le’er with charming radiance.

Yesterday, she had only seen Le’er as a younger brother. But today, she had seduced him. There was no shame, only joy. Thinking back, she realized she had long harbored feelings for her little brother. She had once had a strange dream of doing such things with Le’er. At that time, she had felt deep shame for having such a dream.

If not for her sprained ankle, she would still have regarded Le’er as a brother. Unexpectedly, her injury had brought everything to fruition.

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"Le’er, do you love your sister?"

She gazed tenderly at Le’er, her palm caressing his face.

"I do... but... I..."

"As long as you love me, nothing else matters... mm... tonight, I’ll make you my man. Do you like that?" Li Ying teased Le’er again, her soft hand stroking his body.

"I do..."

Le’er felt shy. At that moment, he felt himself rise again, the heat within him swirling and gathering under her touch. He was consumed with wild longing and desire. His hands were still a bit stiff, his heart still tinged with guilt, but now, all discomfort faded away.

"Le’er, you’re wonderful. You’re a real man now."

The second time, Le’er was still a little awkward; under Li Ying’s guidance, he lost himself in frenzy. Li Ying pleasured Le’er with several positions, taking herself repeatedly to the brink. When Le’er released his hot stream inside her again, she could no longer cry out, collapsing weakly onto the bed, gasping for breath.

Le’er lay beside her, smiling at the flushed Li Ying.

"Le’er... why are you laughing?"

"Sister... am I impressive?"

"Mm... impressive... Sister can barely take it... but I like it."

Half an hour later, the third round began. The two of them surrendered to wild abandon, Le’er no longer waiting for Li Ying’s teasing, but instead teasing her. He used the methods she taught him to excite her, then, learning as he went, tried out the positions Li Ying had shown him, making her scream, dizzy, gasp, tremble, and shudder with joy. He kneaded Li Ying’s radiant, beautiful body, sending her again and again into ecstatic blackouts, only to revive and go mad once more.

"Le’er, you’ve made me the happiest woman... the most marvelous woman... I want to sleep now, I’m so tired..."

Watching Li Ying drift off, Le’er soon closed his own eyes. Three rounds of passion had drained them both. When he awoke to Li Ying’s gentle fingers caressing him, the first light was already filtering in through the window.

"Sister..."

Li Ying said nothing, gazing at him with a half-smile, her soft little hand once more reaching for his most vital part. The night's final bout of passion began, ending with Li Ying lost again in dizzying joy.

"Sister... will you marry me?"

"Le’er... let your sister rest..."

"The day is breaking..." Le’er held Li Ying in his arms. "Sister... don't you want to marry me?"

"Hehe... silly boy, your sister doesn’t need you to take responsibility." Li Ying nestled her head into his arms, laughing softly.

"Sister, why don't you want to marry me?" Le’er was disappointed. He thought that now, having such a relationship, they ought to become husband and wife. He pressed stubbornly for an answer.

"Le’er, your sister just wants to be your woman... but I cannot marry you."

Li Ying looked somewhat desolate.

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"Why?" Le’er grew anxious.

"Le’er..." Li Ying gently kissed him. "You silly thing, haven't you figured out my relationship with Chairman Hong?"

"Chairman Hong? What relationship?"

"Do you know why Chairman Hong lets me live in such a nice villa? Why I can drive a car? Why he gives me so much money?" Li Ying sighed. "Because I am his mistress, his third lover... perhaps now his fourth."

Li Ying's words struck Le’er like thunder, leaving him dazed.

"Le’er... I'm sorry, Sister... Sister is a woman who wants a good life... Do you think I have no shame? But I really like you, like being your woman, only I cannot marry you."

"Sister, please stop."

Le’er sat up and began to dress.

"Le’er... you..."

"Sister... I'm leaving." Le’er looked wounded.

"Alright, you should go. If someone sees you, it wouldn't be good. Go back to your dormitory."

"I'm going back to the countryside."

"Back to the countryside?"

Le’er nodded. Now, his face no longer bore the innocence of a country boy, but instead revealed a quiet sorrow tinged with sadness.

"Sister... I... I will come find you."

Le’er heard Li Ying's words but did not turn back or reply. He dressed, left the bedroom. Li Ying listened to his footsteps as he descended the stairs, opened the door, and left. Li Ying felt lost, her heart aching. Le’er’s cold departure stabbed at her heart.

"Le’er, did I break your heart? But aren’t you breaking mine? Do you think I want to live this way? You... stubborn boy, I won’t let you leave me. Even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will find you."

She murmured to herself, burying her head in the covers, tears wetting the pillow. Was this night’s passion a sin or something else? Gently biting her lip, she wondered if she was a shameful woman. She, once known for her calm wisdom, a strong white-collar woman, a cold and intellectual urban lady, a university student tested by storms and trials of love, had fallen into love's net because of a country boy.

She felt herself becoming foolish.

"Le’er, now that you’ve left, it’s time for me to leave this place as well."

She smiled sadly, pulled the quilt over her head, and let her tears soak the pillowcase. Perhaps she wished to become foolish, as foolish as a country woman.

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