Chapter 176: Dushima Yingxue: Only I Can Bear Song Mo

Song Mo was still furious inside.

If he conceded to Song Wanrou now, the anger in his chest would never settle.

He would ignore her.

Let her suffer and blame herself, until she regretted her actions.

Song Mo put on his clothes and left.

He didn't say another word to Song Wanrou.

He carried himself with the cold detachment of a man who'd just tied his pants.

【Ignoring her like this, even showing outright disdain—surely she's already feeling deeply wronged and wants to cry?】

【Heh, this is what happens when you bring suffering upon yourself—did you really think this could drive Xia Yu and Xia Rou away?】

【I'm going to be even closer to Xia Yu and Xia Rou right in front of you, and as for the clothes, just send them over—I'm moving out immediately.】

As a man, Song Mo didn't feel his purity had been tainted.

He merely hated the feeling of being manipulated—especially when it went against his will!

If I don't punish her, what kind of order is this?

He assumed that, seeing his utter coldness, Song Wanrou would surely regret her actions and be consumed by fear.

Now, we'll see what choice Song Wanrou makes.

Will she go to Song's parents to complain?

Or will she cling to him relentlessly?

Or will she just fear him when she sees him?

All of these are possible.

But Song Mo never imagined that, after he left, Song Wanrou's face was filled with joy!

【In my brother's thoughts, he still dislikes me, and plans to punish me further.】

【But fortunately, it's not beyond repair.】

【My brother hasn't developed extreme aversion toward me—that means I still have a chance!】

Song Wanrou's demands had already lowered.

She no longer dreamed of Song Mo loving or adoring her—now, she was grateful just to remain by his side.

No matter how coldly he treated her!

As long as he didn't forcibly drive her away.

What did it matter if he spoke cold words?

Song Wanrou, being ignored—can't you warm yourself up?

Song Wanrou looked at the bloodstains on the sheets and guessed that Song Mo had misunderstood her.

In truth, she had never succeeded—Dushima Yingxue had stolen the opportunity.

But she went along with the mistake: it seemed their conflict had intensified.

Yet it had truly shattered the barrier between brother and sister.

For Song Wanrou, this was an excellent beginning!

Even now, from this moment.

This was the real beginning!

She had truly received her entry ticket—she now had the right to compete!

【Before, I feared most whether my brother could accept that I, his adoptive sister who grew up with him for twenty years, had always loved him.】

【But now, I no longer fear that.】

【Even if he dislikes me now, at least he sees me as a woman.】

After Song Mo left, Dushima Yingxue emerged from nowhere.

She had bathed and wrapped herself simply in a robe, her curvaceous figure fully revealed.

But Dushima Yingxue's face was pale.

She looked as if she'd lost too much blood.

In truth, her blood loss had indeed been substantial.

Yet Dushima Yingxue had never felt fear.

She even reveled in it.

【Besides me, which woman has bled so much for Song Mo Jun?】

【This was the true first time.】

Dushima Yingxue thought of Song Mo's usual cold face, and her eyes glowed with longing, making her want to kneel and submit.

Any posture, giving or receiving.

And that powerful body, like a lion's, crushing and conquering her like a tiny cat.

His abundant strength had been fully absorbed by her.

Thinking of all this, Dushima Yingxue couldn't help pressing her thighs together.

Though a sharp tearing pain surged from between them.

She still yearned for that taste.

【Song Wanrou, how's it feel? Does Song Mo Jun think all this blood on the sheets is yours?】

【Heh, Song Mo Jun was already asleep then.】

【Even if you want to use Song Mo Jun, you can only pretend.】

【Compared to me, completely invaded and claimed by Song Mo Jun like a beast, you're pitiful.】

Dushima Yingxue pulled open her bathrobe, glanced with a dazed intoxication at the bruises and red marks all over her body, and the perversion revealed between her brows made Song Wanrou's hair stand on end.

This woman… is really disgusting!

How can anyone actually enjoy being treated roughly!

Dushima Yingxue had no idea that Song Wanrou had not actually lost her virginity at all.

Clearly she had misunderstood, thinking that Song Wanrou had taken up the baton after her.

Song Wanrou went along with the deception, and did not expose the secret behind it.

She only said coldly:

"You're quite something, leaving me here alone to deal with things, making my little brother hate me completely."

"While you sit back, free of it all."

"But there's one thing I really don't understand — what is the purpose of you doing all this?"

"Could it be that you just wanted a single night of passion?"

Dushima Yingxue stroked her own smooth face, her eyes like spring water.

"I simply don't want Master to hate me."

"Even kittens and puppies care most about their master's affection."

"It's not the right time yet. I'm still Master's obedient disciple. When the appropriate moment comes in the future, that is when I will tell Master everything that happened today."

A gleam of excitement surfaced in Dushima Yingxue's eyes.

In truth, she had already discovered one thing.

Her own greatest advantage.

And that was — Master's body was simply too powerful, which meant Master's needs were enormous, and fierce like a wild beast.

That feeling of being as though about to be r*ped alive,

was truly the most profound experience of Dushima Yingxue's entire life.

She knew that, apart from herself,

absolutely no other woman could withstand Song Mo unleashing his full strength.

Apart from herself, no one could let Master give his all.

Xia Yu, Xia Rou, and Song Wanrou — all of them combined would not be enough.

If Song Mo were a peerless precious sword,

then Dushima Yingxue would be the most perfectly matched scabbard.

"So, Master and I really are a match made by heaven!"

"Master?"

Song Wanrou could not understand why Dushima Yingxue would call Song Mo that. Could she truly wish to become a complete vassal, to be used and dominated like an object?

How could there be such a person in this world?

Dushima Yingxue perceived Song Wanrou's puzzlement.

But she had no desire to explain.

"Dear Sister Wanrou, you must understand that in this vast world, the emergence of any kind of preference is entirely reasonable."

"I have my tastes, and you have yours."

"We don't interfere with each other."

Song Wanrou fell silent and gave a slight nod.

She put on her clothes.

She walked past Dushima Yingxue.

"Slut."

In the end she still couldn't hold it in. As Song Wanrou passed by Dushima Yingxue, she cursed viciously.

And Dushima Yingxue was entirely unbothered.

(End of chapter)