Chapter 287

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

(Shenhe-ge, Ji Zi is a name.....)

In Kafka's resting palace, the incense hadn't even had time to be lit.

She shut the palace door behind her and walked straight up to Xuan Ge.

Xuan Ge had just sat down on the sofa and looked up, wanting to speak.

"How——"

Before he could finish, a jade foot wrapped in purple silk stockings lightly stepped onto his face.

Her toes twisted once on his lips, neither heavy nor light, sealing his mouth tight.

"Bastard Emperor~~" Kafka looked down at him, her sole pressed against his lips, "Like it? I ran back for this."

The instant Kafka stepped on him, Xuan Ge subconsciously held his breath.

But since Kafka put it that way——he inhaled slightly.

Kafka felt a faint itch from her sole and wanted to withdraw her leg.

Xuan Ge grabbed her ankle in one hand, not letting her pull back.

"Pervert~"

Kafka looked down at him from above, her gaze as if viewing a pile of unrecyclable trash.

"Do you two always do this?"

Ji Zi stood to the side, somewhat shocked by Kafka and Xuan Ge's actions, but not too shocked.

"Cut the act, Ji Zi."

Kafka maintained her one-legged stance, her toes curling slightly inside the stockings, her expression unmoved.

"Has Xuan Ge never done anything to you?"

Ji Zi smiled and didn't respond.

Some things, some positions, were all requested by her on her own initiative.

Although the premise was Xuan Ge's guidance, the doing was indeed done by her herself.

"Speak, why did you let Xing acknowledge this sister?"

Kafka dragged the topic back.

Xing just needs to stay outside the circle being spoiled by Xuan Ge, no need to get dragged in.

The protagonist of this era is Xuan Ge, but Xing still has her own path to walk.

Once everything settles, whether Xuan Ge treats Xing as a consort or Xing treats Xuan Ge as a consort, she doesn't care either way.

But not now.

Ji Zi's move amounted to opening a half-ajar door for Xing, letting her poke her head in.

"Xing Xiao won't agree to Xing's recklessness."

Ji Zi stated the reason calmly.

"I can't just watch Xing charge in aggressively, get subdued by Xing Xiao in one move, then lose crying and sniffling."

"Ji Zi, are you betting on the humanity of an Extinction Monarch?"

Kafka finished speaking and looked down, glaring at Xuan Ge.

Sticking out your tongue for what?

This is thrilling!

"Out there she is indeed the Extinction Monarch. But in Shen Wu, she is just Xing Fei." Ji Zi smiled.

Kafka cares too much about Xing, every matter calculated down to the last detail, not letting Xing do this, not letting Xing touch that.

But with Xing's personality, the more you block her from approaching Xuan Ge, the more she wants to crowd up.

Better to put her right in front of Xuan Ge to watch, to like.

When the time comes, she will naturally understand Xuan Ge has his own business to attend to, and so does she.

Ji Zi watched Kafka's increasingly red earlobes, and that calf clamped in Xuan Ge's palm trembling slightly, and decided not to just watch from the sidelines any longer.

She walked behind Kafka and pressed up against her.

"Still remember what you said to me the first time you came to the Astral Express via projection?"

Kafka endured the numb tingling from her sole, turned her head to look at Ji Zi, her tone still that same composed manner.

"I remember. What, you want to get back at me now?"

"Yeah~~ Isn't this a good opportunity?"

Ji Zi wrapped her arms around Kafka from behind at the waist, her lips brushing her ear, voice pressed low and soft.

"His Majesty likes tomato eggplant rice, I didn't refuse. What are you resisting?"

Kafka felt Ji Zi's hand probe into her inner lining.

She glanced down at the outline of the fabric, the corner of her mouth hooking up slightly.

"Looks like you've learned bad from Xuan Ge."

"Yeah. His Majesty taught me a lot." Ji Zi's other hand went from Kafka's inner lining downward, trying to pull out the section of inner lining pressed underneath.

She tugged once, didn't pull it out.

Tugged again.... Kafka trembled twice along with the motion.

The corner of Ji Zi's mouth curved up.

"You still have the nerve to say that about me? You're not wearing any yourself. Holding a bodysuit liner — treating it like your private stash?"

"Kafka, you're really smart."

She reached in, stroked twice, pushed the liner aside, then held it up in front of Kafka.

Slender fingers slowly spread apart, then slowly closed together.

A transparent filament pulled a crystalline arc between the two fingertips.

"Ji Zi, if you've got the guts, let's swap?"

Kafka looked at that pulled thread, and for the first time actively averted her gaze, looking elsewhere.

"No swap." Ji Zi withdrew her hand.

Pinching and pushing the clasp on Kafka's underwear, she unfastened the binding for her.

"Every time you're so calm and dominant, making it seem like I'm the passive one."

"Now the roles are reversed."

Ji Zi pulled that purple fierce bra off Kafka and casually tossed it aside.

"Listen to me:....."

Kafka had just opened her mouth, the Word Spirit technique not yet having time to be spoken, when Xuan Ge's Causality had already enveloped her.

Causality, silently and soundlessly, locked down her power.

"Damn Emperor.... ahhh~~~"

Kafka gave Xuan Ge a spoiled-complaint look.

She hadn't finished scolding him when Xuan Ge's arm pulled back, dragging both her and Ji Zi into his arms.

Kafka spread her legs and straddled Xuan Ge, while Ji Zi leaned sideways against his shoulder.

The weight of the two overlapped, and the sofa sank down an inch.

"Want to bully Kafka? Wait until the moment her guard breaks and that expression appears, then bully her."

Finishing his words, Xuan Ge tilted his head and kissed Ji Zi.

Kafka punched him once, lowered her head and glanced at her own stocking that was still wet.

Then glanced at Ji Zi being kissed into whimpering moans yet unable to push Xuan Ge away, raised her hand and pulled purple spider silk from her fingertips, violently drawing the curtains shut.

"Mmph mmph~~" Ji Zi tried to push Xuan Ge away; his mouth was full of Kafka's taste, and she disdained Kafka.

She took off her coat, unfastened her shorts.

The one-piece purple stockings wrapped her legs, the liner half-undone, revealing a large expanse of white below the collarbones.

She came to Ji Zi's side, slipped her hand into Ji Zi's formal dress.

"Oh my~~ Didn't expect Ji Zi, you're actually this kind of person."

Kafka's hand under the skirt paused for an instant.

Feeling a filament-textured garment, the corner of her mouth curled into a caught-red-handed smile.

"You're wearing even more than me."

Ji Zi's face flushed from neck all the way to her ear roots.

She knew Xing would fail, so she had made preparations.

"Wearing what?" Xuan Ge released Ji Zi's lips, curiously looking downward.

"No.. don't look..." Ji Zi buried her face into Xuan Ge's shoulder hollow; right now she really didn't want to reveal it.

She learned it from Kafka..... just wanted to give Xuan Ge a surprise, who knew Kafka would come back....

"Blame me?" Kafka let out a laugh.

She of course knew what Ji Zi was talking about.

Ji Zi definitely rummaged through her wardrobe.

Every piece of clothing in there was a novelty she prepared for Xuan Ge.

She no longer dallied, reached out and tore open the crotch of her own stockings, pushed the hem aside.

"I'll go first, let Ji Zi take it slow~~"

Kafka actively went to undo Xuan Ge's robe.

Xuan Ge raised his hand and stopped Kafka's movement.

"Dahlia once said, enjoying alone is not as good as enjoying together."

Kafka and Ji Zi both froze for a moment.

What did Dahlia teach Xuan Ge this time?

The answer was revealed soon.

"Wait... wait!.... I haven't washed!"

Kafka tried to scramble off Xuan Ge; she finally understood what Xuan Ge's embrace just now meant.

"I ran back, there's a smell!"

Ji Zi was between Xuan Ge's legs; she looked up at Kafka struggling above, her hands not idle either.

She lowered her head, moistened her mouth first.

"Xuan Ge... no~~ mmm mmm mmm~~"

Kafka bit her lip, watching Ji Zi working hard down below.

She hesitated a moment, then also imitated Dahlia, letting herself go completely.

The strength in her legs finally relaxed bit by bit.

She struggled no more, thighs relaxed, fingers interlocked, began to enjoy.