Chapter 148

His brows tightened, but he still didn't open his eyes.

"Producer Shentu—ah..."

Suddenly grabbed by Producer Shentu and pulled onto him, He Lele let out an involuntary gasp.

"What time is it?" Pinching her chin, Producer Shentu Mo unceremoniously kissed her fragrant lips, savoring them.

Trying hard to respond to his kiss, following the instructions he had commanded to entangle with his tongue, and obediently letting him invade her little mouth, after one kiss, she replied in a low voice:

"It's past two o'clock, I've already prepared food, would you... like to get up and eat first?"

Producer Shentu Mo looked at her timid, little-wife-like appearance and didn't answer.

He Lele lowered her head, looking at the black shirt on his chest, waiting anxiously for his decision.

She remembered Ren Lingyu once saying: Two things cause deep hatred, disturbing people while they eat and while they sleep. So if she disturbed his sleep to call him to eat, what would the result be?

Half an hour later...

"Mm..." He Lele's face flushed with shame, kneeling in the bathtub with her back to the naked Producer Shentu Mo, biting her lip to endure the friction pleasure coming from the two little caves beneath her. Because she was kneeling on both sides of his body, even if her body was being toyed with until it was unbearable, she couldn't close her legs, only able to reflexively contract both caves to reject his long fingers.

After he finished eating, he walked back to her bedroom while unbuttoning his shirt. She naturally followed him into the bathroom obediently and served him as usual for his bath. While the water was running, he had already pinned her against the wall and thrust for a while, her toes aching from standing on tiptoe, so when the water was ready and he temporarily pulled out, she breathed a real sigh of relief. Entering the bathtub, she was just about to sit on it herself, but he told her to turn around and lie down. Her honey-cave was twitching with emptiness due to the interrupted lovemaking, but did he want her to raise her buttocks for him to see?

"Ah..." The flower-cave was autonomously and spontaneously sucking on his fingers due to hunger, while the chrysanthemum-cave was trying to relax but couldn't, biting down hard on the long, hot foreign object. Both sensations were equally intense stimuli, and thinking that he behind her might be staring at her obscenely filthy two little caves with that soul-devouring gaze, she...

Producer Shentu Mo suddenly stopped his hand, "When did you learn to squirt?" A faint tone.

He Lele's small face was so red it was about to drip blood. Could he not use such a "normal" tone to say such obscene things? When did she learn to squirt? She, she didn't know! It was always that bastard Ji Jie who forced her.

"I, I don't know."

"... I'm asking when you learned it."

Learned? "I didn't," she turned to look at him, "It, it was Mr. Ji who—"

Producer Shentu Mo lowered his eyes to look at her peach-shaped round buttocks and nodded.

"Play with yourself until you squirt."

"I..." Bullied to the point of almost crying, "I don't know how."

"..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, He Lele could only resign herself to fate. It was best not to let him say the same command twice, otherwise, the price could only be described as "miserable," "very miserable," or "extremely miserable"! Turning around and opening her legs to hang them on the edge of the bathtub, not daring to press on his legs, her little buttocks could only be half-suspended in the water, relying on her leg bends and her left arm supporting her back to stabilize her body. Her right hand tremblingly reached for the fine slit in the water, gently sliding up and down, from the cave entrance to the tender pearl, rubbing slowly.

It was very comfortable, but... it wasn't enough. Before, when he was halfway through, her body's sexual sensitivity nerves had long been fully awakened, and now this little comfort of her own was just a drop in the bucket! What to do...

Pleadingly looking toward Producer Shentu Mo, he pushed back his hair, styling his wet hair into a domineering and cool "wave-running" hairstyle, but the expression on his face was infuriatingly indifferent!

Bad person! Demon King!

Author's Note:

Cough cough~~ apologizing first~~ it's not that the editor reviewed it late~~ it's that Jiangshan fell asleep halfway through writing yesterday~~ woke up early and wrote until noon~~ kept the girls waiting for a long time~~~

☆, (8 Fresh Coins) Chapter 136: Not Bad Either

He Lele felt both aggrieved and angry in her heart. As if out of spite, she stopped looking at him, and the force in her hand increased by a few points. Soon, a deeper pleasure surged from below, making her buttocks lift happily, creating a small wave. Recalling what Ji Jie had done before, she rubbed the fine slit rapidly, her fingertips pressing heavily on the tender flesh beneath, drawing circles around the pearl, and finally, pressing her fingers together on the soft, plump cave flesh, she swept wildly and heavily—

"Ah ah..." No! He Lele suddenly woke up from the immense pleasure; if this continued, she would reach climax first! But, she really didn't know how to hold out until the moment of squirting! No, she couldn't stop her hand now; it felt so good, her body... every pore in her body seemed to have opened, and her heart was hanging in her throat—

Watching the woman in front of him become increasingly intoxicated, her little hand lewdly masturbating on her tender red little cave, her buttocks rising and falling uncontrollably to match her own hand's play, black flames rose in Producer Shentu Mo's ink-colored eyes.

"I, I..." A delicate cry with a weeping tone, "Producer Shentu..."

Knowing she couldn't hold on much longer, Producer Shentu Mo grabbed her thighs hanging on the edge of the bathtub and pulled her close to his body, waving away her self-pleasuring little hand, and pressed her delicate little cave directly onto his high-standing, thick rod.

"Ah ah ah—" A high-pitched scream burst from her throat, shaking him until he felt completely refreshed.

Producer Shentu Mo held her waist and slammed into her giant erection dozens of times. Seeing that she had already begun to tremble and gasp, her little cave writhing violently, he lifted her up, letting her fall from the peak, and then, amidst her aggrieved, complaining, and pleading eyes, he heavily squeezed into her rear garden.

"Mm..." It felt as if her skin was being pricked by cow-hair needles, itchy, numb, painful, and damnably pleasurable. Her little cave was empty, making her go crazy, while her chrysanthemum bud was so full it felt like it was about to be torn apart by him. Did he only feel happy if he tortured her like this?

"Producer Shentu..."

"Mm?" Enduring his patience, he slowly inserted into her little buttocks. That passionate and tight intestinal tract tightly wrapped around him. It was a bit different from inserting into her front little mouth, but it could please him just as deeply.

Seeing his expression relax, looking like he was enjoying it very much, and comparing it to her own discomfort, He Lele unwillingly popped out two words in a low voice—

"Bad person..."

Producer Shentu Mo's ears twitched, his sharp eyes shooting toward the woman who was dodging his gaze like an ostrich, and he suddenly curled his lips into a smile. His handsome face instantly radiated an astonishingly seductive charm, but it was a pity that half of the woman on him was struggling in lust, and half was afraid of his punishment, missing the rare, completely joyful smile of the Demon King Producer Shentu.

Powerfully supporting her body, he stood up, holding her body steadily with just one hand.

He Lele was so scared she lost her wits, bending her legs to wrap around his waist, hugging his broad shoulders, not knowing how he planned to torture her—