Chapter 173: Identity Exposed!

Song Mo had already been enduring it with great difficulty.

Now, after being drugged with an aphrodisiac, it became even harder to bear.

He was on the very brink of collapse.

And at this moment.

Song Wanrou acted exactly like a bad woman.

She even gently embraced him.

Making him feel enveloped in fragrance and softness.

She breathed like orchids as she spoke by his ear:

"Xiao Mo, it's very hard to endure, isn't it."

"It's okay, big sister can help you solve it."

As Song Wanrou spoke, she slowly squatted down.

And kept inducing Song Mo to make a mistake.

"If you can't hold on, you don't have to hold on."

"After all, this isn't your fault, it's big sister's fault."

"It's big sister who's shameless, you're just a victim."

Hearing Song Wanrou's words, Song Mo's psychological defense gradually crumbled.

【That's right, this isn't my fault, it's all Wanrou-jie's fault, she totally deserves……】

That dirty word almost popped out.

Fortunately, Song Mo forcibly stopped himself.

【No, I……I really can't hold on much longer!】

Everything seemed about to fall into place.

But a door that hadn't been tightly shut was suddenly kicked open.

Song Wanrou was startled inside.

【Didn't the maids finish cleaning long ago? They don't normally come into the room, do they?】

But she turned her head to look.

And saw Dushima Yingxue's enchanting, alluring face.

She didn't know how long Dushima Yingxue had been standing outside the door.

She only saw that her complexion was flushed.

Her small lilac tongue unconsciously licked the corner of her lips.

Appearing even more soul-stealing.

Seeing Song Wanrou's stunned expression, Dushima Yingxue smiled apologetically.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Wanrou."

"I've been waiting for you to make a move for a long time."

"You two are siblings after all, it's better not to do this kind of inappropriate thing, how about waiting until we discuss dissolving the sibling relationship?"

"By the way…… Wanrou-jie, your figure isn't bad."

Song Wanrou came to her senses as if waking from a dream at these words,

She hurriedly used her hands to cover her body.

"Dushima Yingxue, did you deliberately wait for me to make a move?"

Dushima Yingxue did not answer Song Wanrou's words.

She observed that Song Mo seemed to have already lost his reason.

Now even more dazed and confused,

Only one command remained in his mind.

【Hold on……】

Dushima Yingxue stepped forward quickly, she actually directly stripped off her own clothes, and swiftly subdued Song Wanrou.

She bound Song Wanrou with a sash.

After ensuring Song Wanrou couldn't break free on her own.

Dushima Yingxue then casually took a garment and gagged Song Wanrou's mouth.

At this point, she replaced the position Song Wanrou had just occupied.

Even the identity.

Her eyes stared infatuatedly at Song Mo's pants.

Dushima Yingxue couldn't help but exclaim.

"Wanrou-jie, you really have a big nerve."

"But, after all, you haven't practiced martial arts, your body definitely couldn't endure it."

"Then let Yingxue take your place in accepting this punishment."

Dushima Yingxue was filled with righteous righteousness,

Very willing to help Song Wanrou endure this beating punishment.

She lowered her head,

Looked narcissistically at her own body.

A sickly look appeared in her eyes.

So beautiful!

Fair, smooth, tender skin, just the right balance of plump and slim—merely revealing her back could become an unparalleled silhouette, stirring endless reverie.

She must be a child of the gods, this body burdened with a great mission.

One must please the divine.

"Such a perfect body as mine can fulfill the mission bestowed by heaven only by serving my teacher."

Dushima Yingxue crossed her long legs and, like a devout believer, knelt gently before Song Mo.

A hint of contempt glimmered in her eyes, as if looking down on Song Wanrou's earlier performance.

The other was far too eager.

She showed not the slightest reverence for her teacher.

Unlike myself, who harbors nothing but sincere devotion, seeking only to help my teacher satisfy his needs.

"Teacher, Yingxue never imagined Sister Wanrou harbored such wicked thoughts."

"But the deed is done; now we can only make amends."

"Allow Yingxue to atone for Sister Wanrou's transgression."

Song Wanrou stared at Dushima Yingxue as if her eyes were spewing fire.

She had never seen such a shameless person!

Earlier in the tea house, Dushima Yingxue had been confident, claiming she had already prepared everything.

Who would have thought she would wait until I had finished everything, then simply reap the rewards?

Song Wanrou had intended to take Song Mo's first time, and to give him her own first time.

Yet,

This vile woman had ruined it all!

Song Wanrou's inner fury was beyond measure!

In truth, Song Mo still retained a sliver of reason.

Though the drug's potency was immense, Song Mo's Five Animals Play had reached the Transcendental realm, granting him some resistance to its effects.

He faintly understood the situation, and could, if he wished, restrain himself.

He could still restrain himself.

But it was simply too hard.

Song Mo was in unbearable agony, desperate to release himself.

His mind told him it was wrong.

Yet his body remained rigid, unmoving.

Dushima Yingxue was truly seductive.

Her appearance was seductive; her scent was seductive too.

The rich fragrance of cherry blossoms filled Song Mo's nostrils as Dushima Yingxue clasped his waist with both hands.

Her body bowed downward.

She unfastened his belt and parted her crimson lips.

Song Mo had not yet become a beast.

But neither had he refused.

Gradually, the fire grew fiercer.

Under Song Wanrou's sorrowful gaze, Dushima Yingxue shoved Song Mo onto the bed and whispered seductively into his ear.

"Just one last step—let Yingxue help you finish everything, alright?"

"But Teacher must give everything to Yingxue—not a single drop wasted."

Seeing Song Mo still made no move,

Dushima Yingxue slightly curled her crimson lips and spoke softly:

"It's fine—I'm not Sister Wanrou. You needn't burden yourself with guilt."

Song Wanrou had endured every outrageous act Dushima Yingxue had performed before her face!

But this move—she simply could not bear it.

What did she mean, "I'm not Sister Wanrou"?

Does that mean anyone else could, but not me?

Song Wanrou glared furiously at Dushima Yingxue.

If looks could kill, Dushima Yingxue would already be torn to shreds.

Yet then, Song Wanrou suddenly heard Song Mo's inner thoughts.

She completely broke down.

【I can't hold back anymore—I want… I so badly want…】

【Thank goodness it's not Sister Wanrou…】

Then, Song Wanrou watched with her own eyes as Song Mo lost his last shred of reason—he became a beast, utterly and completely.

Song Wanrou's eyes blazed with hatred!

She stared, rigid, at Dushima Yingxue, pinned beneath him like a dog.

But.

As time passed,

Song Wanrou's expression began to change.

Her gaze shifted from fury to shock, then awe, then fear, terror, and finally relief…

In Song Wanrou's mind.

Only one thought remained.

【This fierce—if it were me, I'd definitely die, right?】

(End of chapter)