Chapter 74

...Cough, cough~~ hiding under a pot lid... Hahahahaha

Thanks to Miss cocoapoo for the spiked club! And to Miss Ye and Miss ≠Zero× for the fresh fruit tea, and Miss Lolita for the pancakes! (Miss~ hehe~~ until the very end~ it’s hard to say who the empire will favor, hehehehe~~)

Thanks to Miss chiu880621 for the two spiked clubs.

Thanks to Miss Youqi'er, Miss Aoxue Yulan, Miss yzzyww123, Miss brownsugar, Miss qifugoudemao, Miss Wangyue Xingchen, and Miss Lan Luoqi for the sea of requests for updates!

Thanks to Miss Qianran for the coral tree~~ mwah, Miss~~ Thanks to Miss qiuting84 for the macarons! And Miss Nini for the sundae~

Miss Love Angel!! You’ve come to add more fat to the empire again, haven’t you!! Wahahahaha~~ Thanks to you for the five macarons!

Miss Facai~~ mwah mwah mwah mwah~~ It’s so, so, so hot here in the empire lately~~ Thanks for your sea of requests and the heart-shaped candy! Lick! Thanks to Miss clair_liu for the love charm~~

My dear Piggy~~ hug~~ I was supposed to start eating seasonally yesterday~~ but I only started running today~~ hee hee~~ hug~~ Thanks for your lunch box!! I’m stuffed! My phone still won’t let me log in...

Miss Ming Xinyu~~ hug~~ Thanks for your sea of requests~~ the latte and the picnic basket!!

Miss Bubble Ru~~ shall I give the season to you? Hehe~~ Thanks for the lovely megaphone, Miss~~ Pfft~~ it’s perfect for shouting something out!!

Misses!!!! The empire loves you all!!!! Crazy kisses!!!!!

☆, Chapter 86: Under the Lips and Tongue

His eyes, flowing with a dashing and dissolute intent, took a good look at the valley between her legs, and his fingers even flirtatiously teased the sparse, soft silk there, but he did not touch a single inch of skin.

He Lele rubbed her legs together, feeling somewhat distressed.

Season chuckled, his palms covering her plump breasts, tightening and releasing in a rhythmic motion, while his two index fingers kept teasing the red fruit of her nipples; the light, slow movements didn't feel like playing, but rather like he was giving her a massage.

He Lele bit her lip, watching as her nipples gradually hardened from his kneading, even secreting a single crystalline bead of water!

Season grabbed her breasts and pushed them toward the center, then lowered his head to take both taut, full cherries into his mouth, sucking on them heavily.

"Mm..." As her sensitive nipples were licked, brushed, and rubbed by his moist, agile tongue, a pure, unburdened pleasure spread from both nipples to her entire body simultaneously.

Season ate for quite a while, and only when He Lele’s body began to accumulate some desire did he let go of the two vermilion fruits, which were now even more swollen, red, and reflecting a silvery light.

His hands continued to knead the soft, elastic flesh of her breasts, and Season leaned down to kiss He Lele’s slightly upturned red lips. Just as she was becoming dizzy, his thumbs and index fingers suddenly pinched and twisted her hard nipples with force, stimulating her to arch her back violently. However, because her legs were pinned by him sitting on them, she couldn't get up and could only tremble as she endured the intense pleasure brought by her breasts being "bullied."

The man viciously continued to pinch, twist, and tug for several minutes, suppressing her unbearable struggles and swallowing all her delicate whimpers, only letting go and moving his hands elsewhere once he felt her body shivering.

"So sensitive..." Season praised with great satisfaction.

He Lele panted rapidly; the pleasure from just a moment ago was still coursing through her body, and the desire in her lower body was piling up thicker and thicker. She even had a slight hope that he would enter her now, to hold her fiercely...

Heavens...

Seeming to see through her thoughts, Season no longer touched her extremely sensitive breasts, his hands moving with patience and skill over her body. Whenever he discovered a spot that caused her to tremble slightly, he would smile as if he had gained something, his fingers circling her erogenous zones, occasionally touching them, bit by bit intensifying her body's excitement.

It’s, it’s so distressing... It’s as if her heart were suspended in mid-air. Everywhere his hands went, they brought waves of tingling, yet it only stirred up more dissatisfaction. Even though pleasure was accumulating, it felt as if she were getting further and further away from release!

"Ji..."

"Mm?"

Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly; she couldn't speak.

"Do you want it?" Season asked softly, as if he were understanding. The tone and timbre were so tender and sweet, like the whispers of lovers nuzzling each other, making He Lele unable to help but lower her defenses.

"...Mm." She admitted her desire with a blushing face, her heart filled with trepidation, wondering if this man would take the opportunity to humiliate her.

"Then I have to see if you're wet first; I don't want to hurt you." Season was unexpectedly gentle and considerate, making He Lele feel a bit ashamed for having judged a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Season’s palm, radiating a scorching heat, finally reached her infinitely empty hidden valley, his palm pressing against her lower abdomen as he slowly stroked toward her legs.

She moved her legs slightly, allowing his palm to completely cover that small, honeyed square inch—it was so hot...

With a slight sigh, his heat-filled palm was pressing tightly against her shyest and most sensitive private part. It felt so comfortable, a joy of being embraced, cherished, and comforted.

"I can't tell... let me look." Without waiting for He Lele to react, Season lifted his hips away from her thighs, his knees pushing her legs to the sides to spread them, and his palms took advantage of the momentum to grip her thighs, lifting them and opening them at a wide angle. In an instant, she was left with her legs wide open, her feminine parts exposed nakedly before his eyes.

"Ah... no, don't, don't look!" He Lele reached out reflexively to cover her lower body. It was, it was too shameful... Couldn't he, couldn't he just do it directly?

"No, don't!" Watching as Season actually leaned down toward her most secret place, He Lele shrank her hips in fear, but her hands and feet were suddenly pinned down by him. "Ah—"

He’s, he’s crazy...

The more she feared and resisted, the clearer her sensory perceptions became—his moist, supple tongue was moving from bottom to top, licking the fine slit of her hidden place with an irresistible pressure...

"Mm..."

After a dozen licks, his long tongue pried open the petals of the orifice and poked straight in, moving back and forth, squeezing and prodding the flesh of the cave as if it were a man's member. Honeyed fluids surged into the honey path, making his prodding even smoother. The lewd sound of the water-tongue slapping grew louder and more intense, and hearing it in her ears made her whole body feel as if it were about to burn up.

After prodding for quite a while, Season retracted his tongue, took a heavy suck of the honeyed fluid, and held the pearl at the top of the fine slit in his mouth!

"Ya ah—no! Don't, no..." Her mind went blank! Her fragile, sensitive clitoris was held in his mouth, soaked in the moist, hot honeyed fluid, and his malicious tongue kept rubbing savagely against both sides of the round, tender clitoris, finally, almost cruelly, sucking and grinding the tip of that delicate clitoris.