Chapter 88: Deadly Travel Group (13)
"You said the hand gesture is different—does that mean the deity she believes in isn't Poye?"
The two were crouched in the dark watching the woman pray. Ji Ning lay draped over Sheng Churan's back, whispering in his ear.
Sheng Churan replied, "Very likely. I've actually felt all along that the weirdness we encountered in the car didn't fit."
Hearing this, Ji Ning pressed closer eagerly, practically shoving her ear right against Sheng Churan's mouth.
"The snacks that killed someone and the chill wind in the car don't feel like the same caliber of paranormal phenomenon." Having said this, Sheng Churan noticed Ji Ning clinging closer and closer, so he reached up and steadied her waist to keep her from toppling. "One directly caused a fatality, the other didn't inflict any real harm. It's not like there's just one kind of horror force at work."
Ji Ning nodded. Thinking it through carefully, that really was the case. Rather than saying this horror space was inexplicably bizarre with no discernible pattern, it made more sense to say two entirely distinct forces existed here.
One manufactured frights to scare people. The other took lives directly.
Extrapolating from that, she asked Sheng Churan, "If someone who moves into an empty house really dies tomorrow, would that prove your deduction correct?"
"Exactly." Sheng Churan gave her a long, deep look, his gentle gaze laden with appreciation.
Just then, the woman finished her prayer, stood, and went back inside through the rear door.
Ji Ning and Sheng Churan shifted position, hiding along the side as they craned their necks to see what was going on.
As it turned out, they spotted yet another new discovery.
A man came out from inside, roughly grabbed the woman's waist, pulled her into a room, and locked the door directly.
Ji Ning's eyes went wide. She grabbed Sheng Churan's arm. "Th-that… isn't that the family's second son?"
"You didn't see wrong." Sheng Churan's tone was grim. "I'm afraid this eldest daughter-in-law didn't marry one man—she married the whole family."
Ji Ning was deeply shaken and furious. Even knowing this was just a fiction, she was so angry her chest heaved up and down. "How can they do that? Are women in this place just this utterly tragic?"
"Few women, many men. It's probably forced." Sheng Churan's expression was just as dark. "And I suspect it's related to Poye."
Ji Ning nodded, speaking as she thought it through. "They say Poye relies on the vital essence of men and women in love, but really, it lives off the energy produced by male-female romantic affection, right? There are too few women here; one-to-one isn't enough to feed Poye."
"Tomorrow morning we'll find an opportunity to sound out the eldest daughter-in-law," Sheng Churan decided quickly.
Ji Ning nodded emphatically, thinking he was absolutely right.
After waiting a while longer, the two returned to the house through the rear door. They washed up simply, then squeezed together on the rickety plank bed.
Sheng Churan let Ji Ning pillow her head on his arm, in case something unclean showed up again in the night.
Since they were sleeping, Sheng Churan wore only a pair of briefs. Ji Ning's hand rested on his abs, her fingertips slowly tracing little circles.
His scent was far too pleasant. Ji Ning burrowed closer and closer, pressing up against his chest and taking a deep inhale.
"Sleeping on a bed like this—are you really able to sleep well?" After her sniff, she looked up and asked Sheng Churan.
Sheng Churan had been stroking Ji Ning's shoulder while thinking about the instance. Her little movements had scattered his attention. When she asked him the question, her breath sprayed into the hollow of his neck, and the ticklish sensation made his mind wander.
"A bit of exercise and I'll sleep just fine." Sheng Churan flipped over in one motion, pinning Ji Ning beneath him.
A hard, hot bulge pressed against the crease of Ji Ning's thigh, thick with danger.
The nightgown she wore was flipped up by Sheng Churan and shoved aside in one go. He lowered himself and licked a path from her waist all the way up to her nipple. His tongue circled the sensitive pink bud, teasing, then took it into his mouth and sucked with gentle tenderness.
"Mmm~~~~" The warm, soft wetness of his mouth made Ji Ning's scalp tingle. She twisted her body, trying to dodge him.
Sheng Churan seized her waist and dragged her back with effortless ease. He spread her legs and hooked them around his waist. One hand caught both her wrists and pinned them to the bed; the other hand stretched wide, thumb and pinky pressing and kneading both nipples simultaneously. He chuckled in a low voice: "Where do you think you're running off to?"
Ji Ning's face flushed crimson. The intense stimulation paired with humiliation left her sopping wet before he had even done much of anything.
Sheng Churan's craving had kicked in. He deliberately used the most mortifying, filthy methods to toy with Ji Ning—sucking on her chest with obscene, slurping sounds so she'd hear the depraved noises. Then he flipped her over and made her arch up as he licked her plush rear, leaving little suck-marks like strawberries on the skin.
Ji Ning was tormented into alternating between crying and laughing, ah-ah-ing and mm-mm-ing without pause.
Only when Sheng Churan was satisfied did he release her—by then, she'd melted into a puddle of pure submission. He grabbed her waist and thrust into that maddeningly itching, aching cunt, making the bed planks creak and groan.
Livestream comments:
"The Ning×Ye faction says: not smiling at all. Nervous as hell for Xing Ye."
"First time seeing Heartthrob put in this much effort. Our Jiang Ting has lost badly this round."
"Little Brother: You know what, maybe just delete me."
"Every sigh you breathe is the war horn of the Ning×Ran faction rising."
"Heartthrob Seven-Times-a-Night—his mouth is strong, but his cock is stronger. He's pried the corner right onto the bed; all three factions' hearts have gone cold."
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