Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 576 – Sister Lei, Don’t Beg for Mercy Later

In the heart of Hangzhou city.

The once-dilapidated Fragrant Hills International was nowhere to be seen.

In its place stood a commercial district brimming with modern sci-fi aesthetics. On the wide, flat central plaza, fountains cascaded down the steps.

At the very core of the plaza stood a thirty-meter-tall white marble statue.

Pure white flowing hair, cold eyes gazing down at the masses below.

A direct order from the new high command of the Federation.

The statue’s scale was God-tier, identical to the one enshrined in Azurewood City.

Passersby instinctively softened their footsteps as they walked past the statue, their eyes filled with reverence.

Inside the tallest luxury tower beside the plaza.

The top-floor penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered an unobstructed view, perfectly framing the colossal goddess statue.

Crisp tapping sounds echoed across the hardwood floor.

A tall woman stood by the window.

Black fitted leather jacket, slim leather pants, and knee-high black stiletto boots.

The tailored cut accentuated her full chest, waist slim enough to encircle with one hand, and the smooth, powerful curves of her thighs.

Her short black hair was clean and sharp, her profile radiating an edge that made people dare not look directly at her.

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Lei Li.

The queen of the underground forces before the apocalypse, the stronghold leader in its early days, and now the nominal consultant at the Federation’s highest security level personally appointed by Chu Chen.

Soft footsteps sounded from behind. Very light—she wasn’t wearing shoes.

A pair of soft, delicate hands wrapped around her waist from behind, a cheek pressing against her back, nuzzling gently through the leather jacket.

“Lei Jie, what are you looking at?”

The voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hint of just-woken laziness.

Lei Li turned around, reaching back to grasp the fair-skinned hand at her waist. With a slight pull, she drew the girl behind her directly into her arms.

Petite.

Barely five feet tall.

Her hair was tied in twin ponytails, and she wore a fitted navy blue JK uniform, the white pleated skirt just barely covering the tops of her thighs.

She wore knee-high pure white stockings, and since she had no shoes on, her fair toes rested against the edge of Lei Li’s leather boots.

Chen Yao.

A classic first-love face, with big blinking eyes that radiated an endearing innocence.

Standing together, the contrast in their sizes was striking. Lei Li had to look down to see Chen Yao’s face, while Chen Yao, even on her tiptoes, could only reach Lei Li’s chin.

“Looking at that white-haired goddess.” Lei Li wrapped one arm around Chen Yao’s slender waist, her voice unconsciously softening. “Quite a crowd down in the plaza.”

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Chen Yao glanced down along her line of sight, pouting slightly before turning to plant a kiss on Lei Li’s chin.

“Lei Jie.” Chen Yao looked up, confusion flickering in her eyes. “Why do you think the apocalypse ended so quickly? I feel like my memories are a bit fuzzy, unclear somehow. But at the same time, I remember our days in the tower crystal clear.”

Chen Yao furrowed her brow, tracing circles on the zipper of Lei Li’s leather jacket with her finger.

“It was that white-haired goddess who brought us back, wasn’t it?”

Lei Li reached out and gently pinched Chen Yao’s slightly chubby cheek. The touch was warm. Real.

“The apocalypse had only just begun back then.” Lei Li let out a soft sigh, her gaze growing complicated, yet laced with overwhelming relief.

Lin Li had erased those dark schemes when she restored them.

But those moments of companionship, those intimacies, those nights of holding each other close—all of it had become a real bond between the two of them.

“I inherited many memories left behind by that white-haired goddess.” Lei Li’s arms tightened around Chen Yao, her voice low. “Those years of struggle, the countless corpses, the survival of our stronghold. Every single thing feels like I lived through it myself.”

She looked into Chen Yao’s innocent yet deeply affectionate eyes, and the possessiveness in her heart grew wild.

No matter what happened before, no matter who wove those memories.

Right now, standing here was the real Chen Yao. A Chen Yao with an independent soul, whose heart and eyes were filled entirely with her.

That was enough.

“Don’t think about those things anymore.” Chen Yao tilted her head, wrapping both arms around Lei Li’s neck.

Because she wasn’t tall enough, she could only hang her body’s weight on Lei Li, her legs naturally winding around that straight, leather-clad limb. “All I know is that you’re mine now. And I’m yours.”

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Chen Yao’s movements were bold and direct. Her pleated skirt slid down with gravity, revealing that snowy expanse of absolute Domain above the edge of her white stockings, pressed tightly against the cold leather surface.

Lei Li’s breathing suddenly grew heavier.

Her gaze shifted in an instant from the cold sharpness of memory to the burning intensity of a predator locking onto its prey.

“Xiao Yao.” Lei Li’s palm slid down Chen Yao’s back, accurately catching that soft rear and giving it a firm squeeze. “You little vixen. During the day you wear a white coat at the hospital playing the obedient intern, and now here you are teasing me?”

A coquettish hum escaped Chen Yao’s nose. Instead of pulling away, she deliberately twisted her hips.

The flat chest beneath her uniform rubbed wantonly against Lei Li’s firm bust.

“Doesn’t Lei Jie like it?” Chen Yao blinked her big eyes with an innocent, pure expression, but the words that came out of her mouth were utterly ravenous. “Or have you forgotten who had you begging for mercy last night?”

A dangerous smile curled at the corner of Lei Li’s lips. She suddenly took a step forward.

Chen Yao was forced back by the momentum, stumbling until her spine hit the massive floor-to-ceiling window.

The cold glass pressed against her back, while in front of her was Lei Li’s scorching, powerful body. Lei Li forcefully wedged one leg between Chen Yao’s thighs, her tall leather boot pressing against the white-stocking-clad legs.

“I really didn’t expect this.” Lei Li looked down at Chen Yao from above, her fingers tilting up her chin. “You look so small, all soft and delicate—but in bed you’re something else entirely. Truly, you can’t judge a book by its cover.”

It was a tacit understanding carved into the depths of their souls.

The false memories of skin had become real bodily instinct. Within Chen Yao’s seemingly petite and fragile frame hid an extreme craving for Lei Li.

“Hehehe!” Chen Yao laughed triumphantly.

She didn’t feel the least bit afraid trapped between the glass and Lei Li. Instead, she rose onto her tiptoes, stuck out her pink tongue, and gave a light lick across Lei Li’s sexy collarbone.

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“Lei Jie, just you wait and watch tonight!” Chen Yao’s voice carried the allure of a mature woman. “If we’re talking about real age, I’m not one bit younger than you! Today I’ll make sure you learn what it means when the younger one tops the older!”

A jolt of tingling numbness shot from the collarbone straight to the top of her head.

Lei Li’s rationality was thoroughly ignited. She lowered her head abruptly and sealed Chen Yao’s lips with a fierce kiss.

Wild. Dominant.

Their breaths instantly mingled. Chen Yao responded with fervent passion, her hands clutching tightly at Lei Li’s head as their tongues tangled together—clumsy yet wild.

“Mmm…”

Ambiguous, breathy sighs echoed through the living room. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows lay the dazzling nightscape of all of Hangzhou.

After several minutes of deep kissing, Chen Yao’s eyes grew hazy and dazed. Her once-neat twin tails had become slightly disheveled, her face flushed crimson, and the top two buttons of her uniform shirt had somehow popped open, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and a deep, alluring cleavage.

Lei Li pulled back, panting heavily, her dark eyes burning with barely restrained fire.

Without a word, she bent down and scooped Chen Yao up by the legs with one arm, cradling her entire body against her chest.

“Ah!” Chen Yao let out a startled cry, instinctively wrapping her legs around Lei Li’s waist and throwing her arms tightly around her neck.

Her petite, five-foot frame hanging from Lei Li’s tall, athletic five-foot-nine figure looked oddly harmonious.

“Bedroom,” Lei Li said, her voice hoarse and dangerous. “Tonight, let’s see if you can still make a sound.”

“Who’s afraid of who, Lei Jie? Don’t you go begging for mercy later…”