The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 62: *END: Parting! (2)* [R18]

"I’ll… I’ll tell my grandfather!" she blurted, her voice trembling.

"Oh, please do," Su Xiaobai replied with a laugh, "Tell the old man how my ’rod of chaos’ terrorized his innocent granddaughter. I’m sure he’ll love the story."

"Y-you’re shameless!"

"And you," Su Xiaobai countered smoothly, his lips claiming hers in a heated, possessive kiss, "are delicious."

"Ugh…"

Ling Er groaned, her slender frame trembling as she lay sprawled like a defeated warrior on the battlefield of lust. Su Xiaobai smiled down at her, victorious. A man had to defend his territory, after all, and barging into his den unprepared was the kind of offense that demanded punishment—a thorough, soul-rattling punishment.

Fifteen minutes later.

"YOU BASTARD! NEVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN!"

Ling Er’s scream echoed through the night as she gripped to the wall, her once-pristine robe now a pitiful mess clutched haphazardly to her chest. Her bare shoulders gleamed with sweat, her skin glowing pink with heat as though she’d been dipped in a furnace.

Her delicate legs trembled like a newborn fawn’s, struggling to hold her up, while trails of forbidden nectar slid sinfully down her inner thighs. The sticky, glistening streams held to her skin, a humiliating reminder of how her so-called sacred cave had betrayed her.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" she screamed, her voice filled with fury and embarrassment.

Su Xiaobai stood nearby, leaning lazily against the doorframe like a rogue fresh from plunder, a smug grin plastered across his face. "Hey, Princess, I was just teaching you something new," he said, his voice a mix of mockery and innocence that only infuriated her more.

"New?!" Ling Er hissed, her fists clenching at her sides as her blazing eyes shot daggers at him. New?! That wasn’t teaching! That was… that was desecration! She bit her lip as flashes of the last fifteen minutes invaded her mind—her own voice moaning his name, the traitorous heat pooling in her lower abdomen, and the way his damned fingers had explored every inch of her most intimate depths.

Su Xiaobai’s grin only widened. The art of fingers was a skill he had perfected over years of practice, and judging by the trembling mess before him, Ling Er was woefully unprepared for such expertise.

Her sacred cave had been unlocked, tested, and utterly conquered—all without crossing the final threshold.

"You’ll thank me later," he said, shrugging casually. "Once you calm down, you’ll realize this was an invaluable lesson."

"Lesson?! That was a goddamn invasion!" Ling Er shrieked, her voice cracking as she hugged her robe tighter to her body. Her trembling fingers brushed against the thin patch of soft hair above her mound, the slight friction igniting fresh waves of humiliation.

"Alright, alright," Su Xiaobai said, holding up his hands as though to placate her, "How about I teach you something else? Something even better?"

Ling Er’s eyes narrowed. "Better?!"

"Trust me, Princess," Su Xiaobai said smoothly, cracking his knuckles. "I’ve got skills you’ve never dreamed of. This is just the beginning."

Before Ling Er could process his words, she found herself pinned once again, her back against the cool grass as his infuriatingly smug face hovered above hers.

"What are you—"

"Relax, Princess," Su Xiaobai murmured, "You’re in good hands. Literally."

Her protest died in her throat as his hand slipped lower, his fingers trailing across the small patch of soft hair below her abdomen before descending further.

"Stop—!"

Her voice turned into a choked gasp as his fingers found her slick entrance, sliding along the delicate folds with unholy precision. Her hips bucked instinctively, her body betraying her once more.

"See? That’s the art of fingers," Su Xiaobai murmured, his tone maddeningly casual. "It’s like calligraphy, but messier. And wetter."

"You… you perverted bastard!" Ling Er sputtered, her voice trembling as her legs quaked on either side of him.

"Perverted?" Su Xiaobai chuckled, his grin sharpening. "Oh, Princess, that’s just foreplay where I come from."

Her sacred cave clenched involuntarily around his fingers, and her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand in place. She gasped as the sensations overwhelmed her, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts.

"Stop it! I—ahhh!" Ling Er’s voice melted into a moan, her head falling back as her body betrayed her completely.

Su Xiaobai leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "What’s wrong, Princess? You’re making such cute noises. Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this."

"I—shut up!" Ling Er snapped, though her words lacked conviction.

"You sound like you’re about to start begging," Su Xiaobai teased, his fingers working her with a rhythm that sent sparks shooting up her spine. "Want me to stop?"

"Yes! No! I—ahhh!" Ling Er’s head thrashed as her back arched, her entire body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her vision blurred, her thighs spasming as she let out one final, shuddering cry.

Fifteen more minutes later.

"Bastard," Ling Er spat weakly, her voice. She was slumped against the wall again, her robe slipping off one shoulder, her raven hair a wild mess of tangles.

Her thighs were sticky, her throat was sore, and her body felt like it had been wrung out and hung to dry. And still, that smug look on his face made her want to punch him.

Su Xiaobai, the shameless rogue, leaned back with a satisfied smirk. "Hey, Princess," he said casually. "Since you liked the first lesson so much, how about we move on to the next one?"

Ling Er’s glare could’ve melted mountains. "Next one?! I’ll kill you first!"

"Kill me later," Su Xiaobai replied breezily. "Right now, I’ve got something ’really’ special to show you…"

Her eyes widened as he guided her toward his lap. "Wh—no way!" she shrieked, her hands flying up to block him.

Su Xiaobai chuckled darkly. "Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll be gentle… this time."

Gwak!

Before Ling Er could react, the world tilted, and she found herself sprawled once again beneath Su Xiaobai. His face hovered above hers, wicked and smug, like the devil himself preparing to collect a very overdue debt.

It didn’t take long for her to realize that yes, he was introducing her to something new—and no, it was absolutely not something she wanted to learn.

"Let go of me, you filthy, perverted wolf!" she spat, her flushed face burning hotter than molten steel.

Su Xiaobai leaned in closer, his grin so smug it could have insulted the gods. "Perverted wolf? Princess, you sell me short. I’m not just a wolf—I’m the apex predator. And tonight, you’re the prey."

Her glare could have melted mountains, but Su Xiaobai wasn’t just any man. No, he was the kind of bastard who looked danger in the eye and grinned wider.

Having already broken her with his fingers, Su Xiaobai decided it was time for her to return the favor. He wasn’t cruel, after all—he believed in fair exchanges. Naturally, this meant introducing her to the forbidden art of his homeland: ’Let the Princess Gag on the Dragon.’

"What are you doing now?!" Ling Er demanded, her voice trembling as she tried to push him away.

"You’ll see," Su Xiaobai replied smoothly, his voice dripping with mockery as he grabbed her wrists with ease. His smile widened, practically oozing sin.

He guided her head downward, her soft lips brushing against the tip of his throbbing dragon for the first time. His breath stopped in anticipation—but his pleasure was short-lived.

"FUCK!"

A sharp, searing pain shot through him as her teeth scraped along the sensitive skin. Su Xiaobai yelped, clutching his poor dragon like a soldier shielding a fallen comrade.

"HEY! What the hell are you doing?!" he screamed, his voice strained with pain.

Ling Er glared up at him, her face twisted with equal parts rage and mortification. "What am I doing?! You shoved it in my face, you villian! What did you expect?!"

SQELCH!

Her words were punctuated by a savage squeeze of her small hand, her fingers wrapping around him with the strength of a blacksmith testing steel.

"Careful, careful!" Su Xiaobai yelped, his voice pitching higher as his eyes watered. "That’s not dough you’re kneading! Handle it like a priceless jade artifact, not a damn lump of clay!"

"Oh, shut up!" Ling Er snapped, though her hands trembled as she adjusted her grip. "If you’re forcing me into this disgusting art, then I’ll do it MY way!"

What followed could only be described as thirty minutes of chaotic warfare.

Su Xiaobai, ever the patient teacher, endured an onslaught of disasters. Her teeth grazed him so often he was convinced she was sharpening them for battle. Her crushing grip had him questioning whether she was secretly training in ’Heavenly Palm of Iron Wrath.’ And her constant gagging sounded less like sensual learning and more like she was choking on a dumpling.

"Not so deep!" Ling Er gasped, pulling away with watery eyes.

"Stop choking, then!" Su Xiaobai snapped back, frustration creeping into his voice. "Relax your damn throat!"

"I’ll relax your face...!" Ling Er whispered, her words muffled as he pushed her back down.

Her hands clawed at his thighs as her lips wrapped clumsily around him, her cheeks burning with shame. Su Xiaobai groaned, torn between agony and ecstasy as her tongue flicked against him.

"Easy—easy!" he coached, his voice tight. "You’re not biting into sugarcane!"

Ling Er pulled back with a sharp glare, her lips red and swollen. "I HATE you!"

"Yeah, yeah," Su Xiaobai replied, his grin never faltering. "Keep going. You’re doing great—if we were grading on a curve."

Spit!

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of near-misses and painful lessons, Ling Er pulled away with a gasp, her jaw slack and her face drenched in sweat. She spat a thick stream of milky white liquid onto the ground, glaring at Su Xiaobai as though she could kill him with her eyes.

"You…!" she hissed, her voice hoarse and shaky. "I swear, if I ever see that thing again, I’ll CUT IT OFF!"

Su Xiaobai leaned back with a satisfied sigh, looking far too pleased with himself. "See? That wasn’t so bad. Congratulations, Princess—you’re officially my first disciple in the ’Heavenly Path of Oral Devotion.’"

"Disciple?!" Ling Er screeched, grabbing the nearest object—a stone—and hurling it at his face with all her might. "I’LL KILL YOU, YOU PERVERTED BEAST!"

Su Xiaobai ducked effortlessly, laughing as the stone sailed harmlessly past him. "Aw, don’t be so harsh, Princess. You’ve got talent—you just need to work on your technique. Oh, and maybe stop trying to bite me in half."

Ling Er clutched her robe tighter, trembling with fury and shame. Her thighs were sticky, her jaw was sore, and her mind was a mess.

This man… this wolf… this absolute demon!

Su Xiaobai watched her with an amused grin, scratching the back of his head. ’Taking her virginity might be a bigger headache than It’s worth,’ he thought. But damn if it wasn’t the most fun he’d had in ages.

"Alright, Princess," he said, waving her off. "Take your time to calm down. First times are always dramatic. You’ll feel better tomorrow."

"Humph!"

Ling Er stormed away, her robe swaying desperatelyas she muttered curses under her breath.

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"Never again," she vowed silently. Yet deep down, a treacherous thought took birth: "What other secret arts does this bastard know…?"