Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise Chapter 183 Brother is So Bad… But I Like It!

Chapter 183: Brother is So Bad... But I Like It!

"Ah—ow! It stings!"

Xiao Qingge reached back to rub her sore backside, her lower lip jutting out in a pitiful pout. She looked up at him with teary eyes. "It must be red and swollen by now! Big Brother really doesn't know how to treat a delicate flower!"

Han Lie replied with self-righteous confidence, "If a punishnt isn't painful, isn't it just a reward?"

"Big Brother, don't worry about the details," he added with a grin. "When we get back to the inn, I'll examine the injury very carefully for you."

"You're so annoying!" Xiao Qingge whined, her voice dripping with shy affection.

"Hahahaha!" Han Lie laughed heartily, pulling her effortlessly into his embrace.

Holding her soft, warm body, he finally understood why the "Green Tea" archetype—the innocent-looking but calculatingly clingy girl—was always so popular with male protagonists in dramas. A "Little Stead Bun" like this, who knew exactly how to act coquettishly, who stroked his ego constantly, and looked adorable doing it? Ordinary n didn't stand a chance.

Compared to girls with average looks, bad tempers, and low emotional intelligence, Xiao Qingge was a weapon of mass destruction. In front of a high-level Green Tea like her, those other girls were like roadside weeds. She would roll right over them without even noticing the bump.

This was exactly why Han Lie had deliberately kept her away from Zhuo Hongyi and Su i. That was a battlefield he wasn't ready to manage yet.

Gradually, the night deepened.

The final aria concluded, and the opera at the Clear Breeze House ca to an end. Seeing the late hour, Han Lie took Xiao Qingge’s hand and led her out into the cooling night air.

The streets of Qingzhou City were quiet. While a few pedestrians still lingered, the bustling crowds of the day had vanished. Mortals needed their sleep to function; unlike cultivators like Han Lie, who had long since forgotten the necessity of food and rest.

They didn't loiter. They headed straight for the largest establishnt in the city—the Qingzhou Inn—and returned to their luxurious suite.

The mont the door clicked shut, the atmosphere shifted.

Xiao Qingge suddenly beca demure. She sat obediently on the edge of the bed, her posture stiff. Her pale, jade-like fingers nervously twisted the fabric of her pink and white skirt.

She looked so innocent that when Han Lie sat down beside her, he felt a fleeting sense of guilt—like a wolf about to devour a harmless bunny.

But that very innocence only fueled his excitent.

He draped an arm around her fragrant shoulders and leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Little Sister Qingge... does it still hurt?"

"Mhm..." She nodded her head, her cheeks flushing.

"Then let take a look?"

"Brother... you definitely did that on purpose earlier, didn't you?"

"Ahem..." Han Lie let out a tactical cough.

To be honest? Yes, he absolutely did.

Xiao Qingge peeked at him through her lashes, a sly glint in her eyes. "Big Brother is so bad... but I like it so much. Hehe!"

She shifted on the mattress. "Then I'll trouble Big Brother to check if it's serious."

With that, she turned and lay flat on her stomach, burying her face in the pillow like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

For a mont, Han Lie couldn't quite tell who was the hunter and who was the prey. But did it matter? They both knew exactly what they wanted.

Han Lie gently lifted the hem of her skirt. He inspected his handiwork with a professional nod. "It's fine. Not too serious. A little massage should fix it."

He had controlled his strength with surgical precision. Enough to sting and assert dominance, but not enough to leave a lasting mark.

"Then... will Brother rub it for ?"

Since she asked so nicely, Han Lie naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony. As a certified "Old Pervert" at heart, refusing such an offering would be a cri against the heavens.

A long ti later.

Han Lie finished his "massage." Xiao Qingge sat up, her pretty face flushed crimson and her breathing slightly erratic.

Before she could stabilize herself, Han Lie pushed her back down onto the mattress.

Xiao Qingge looked startled, her eyes wide. "Brother, you..."

"Shh."

Han Lie pressed a finger to her lips, then lowered his head to capture them.

With the experience from their previous encounters, Xiao Qingge naturally closed her eyes, lting into his warmth.

At the sa ti, Han Lie's hand slipped past her collar, exploring the soft curves beneath.

After a deep, lingering kiss, Han Lie pulled back slightly, his gaze intense and tender. "Little Sister Qingge... is it okay?"

"Mhm..." Her voice was barely a whisper. "I promised Big Brother last ti. And... I've prepared myself."

She nodded shyly.

Han Lie didn't wait. He began to undo her sash. Compared to the mature figures of Ye Qingxuan or Zhuo Hongyi, Xiao Qingge was petite and delicate, a pocket-sized beauty. Yet, she lacked nothing in the places that mattered.

As their clothes fell away, the atmosphere in the room reached its boiling point.

That night, Xiao Qingge crossed the threshold. She experienced, for the first ti, what it ant to be a woman. It was a sensation beyond words, an awakening of instincts buried deep within her human nature.

As the sky outside turned a pale gray, signaling dawn, the first battle between Han Lie and Xiao Qingge finally drew to a close.

However, Xiao Qingge’s stamina left sothing to be desired. It was only the first round, and she was already waving the white flag.

"Brother, I... I can't take it anymore! It hurts!" she begged, her voice trembling.

Han Lie gently brushed the damp bangs from her forehead, clearly still unsatisfied. "It's okay, Little Sister. You'll have to get used to it sooner or later. I'll be gentler this ti."

"........."

After a few rounds of negotiation, Han Lie successfully persuaded her.

Round two began.

Perhaps because of Xiao Qingge's unique constitution or Han Lie's indulgence, this second round lasted an absurd amount of ti.

It continued for a full day.

By the ti it ended, Xiao Qingge was limp, utterly drained of strength. It was clear she was new to these storms. To preserve her health, Han Lie forced himself to end the dual cultivation session early.

Xiao Qingge lay draped over him like a sloth, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Brother," she murmured, her voice raspy but sweet. "Little Sister has given herself to you. I'm yours now."

She buried her face in his neck. "No matter what happens in the future... just promise you won't throw away."

Han Lie smiled. He didn't offer empty platitudes. Instead, he tightened his powerful arms around her slender waist, pulling her closer. His embrace was his answer.

They lay there, stuck together like lacquer and glue, basking in the afterglow for the rest of the day.

Another morning arrived.

Finally, Han Lie and Xiao Qingge rose from the tangled sheets and dressed. They exchanged a look—a shared, secret smile that spoke volus. The barrier between them had vanished completely.

"Little Sister Qingge," Han Lie said as he adjusted his robes. "Do you rember the day we arrived in Qingzhou City? I asked if you knew who the City Lord was."

Xiao Qingge’s eyes lit up. "Of course I rember!" She bounced over to him, looking cute and refreshed despite the previous day's marathon. "Is Big Brother finally going to reveal the secret relationship between you and City Lord Han?"