Chapter 77

"Mm..." Her still-panting red lips were suddenly kissed, and a mouthful of sweet, clear liquid was fed into them. As soon as her parched lips, tongue, and mouth encountered the sweet dew, more desire arose. He Lele took the initiative to suck on Season’s lips, her clove tongue eagerly probing into his mouth, wanting to snatch more of the nectar.

Season enjoyed He Lele’s rare initiative, embracing her smooth waist with the utmost tenderness and deeply intertwining his lips and tongue with hers. His meat rod, which hadn't finished venting long ago, quickly became engorged and erect again, pressing against the roots of her legs...

"Mm..." Unable to get more nectar, He Lele stopped sucking and kissing, opening her misty eyes in grievance.

Season looked at her with doting eyes and smiled, then got up to take a sip of water and continued to feed her with his lips. Although he had always been gentle with his bed partners, she was the first one who could make him do this and still be willing to die for it.

After feeding her several mouthfuls, He Lele finally woke up completely, but seeing the giant rod standing high in front of the man, she wished she could just faint again! He, he wouldn't have, have only vented once, would he?

"Do you want more?" Season sat on the edge of the bed with a glass of water, his eyes lingering obsessively on her naked body.

"..." Was he asking about the water or... To be safe, He Lele shook her head, her sore, weak arms struggling to prop up her upper body, and she sat up.

"Not drinking anymore?" Season looked at the water glass in his hand with some disappointment, but in the next second, a pure smile of "exactly what I wanted" climbed onto the corners of his mouth and brows. "Then... come and eat me!"

"Ah—no, mm..."

The poor Little Red Riding Hood was knocked down and eaten by the Big Bad Wolf again, but the Big Bad Wolf said it was Little Red Riding Hood who "ate" him. Is this an eternal injustice or a villain accusing the victim first?

Clothes of young men and women scattered on the floor, bedsheets messy and wrinkled with damp stains everywhere, youthful bodies naked, intertwined, and rhythmically moving without pause.

The woman knelt weakly on the bed, and if her abdomen hadn't been supported and lifted by the man’s large palm, she would have long since collapsed into a pile of boneless soft flesh.

The thick and long meat rod was still tirelessly inserting into her hidden cave, sometimes shallowly grinding, sometimes deeply pounding. The large hand supporting her body kept flicking the pearl outside the cave, causing her to cry out delicately. What was even more hateful was that his other hand was playfully drawing circles around her chrysanthemum bud, occasionally poking the tightly closed bud heart, not knowing what lewd plan he was hatching.

Season looked down at his purple-red angry dragon, with its bulging veins, entering and exiting her charming pink cave again and again. Under his development, the honey cave was flowing with lewd juices, splashing with his thrusts, the scene incredibly lewd. The little chrysanthemum bud under his fingers was petite and cute, trembling and shrinking, unable to avoid enduring his molestation, making him go crazy with how pitiful and cute it was! He hadn't had any interest in the back garden in the past, but now... he just wanted to taste every part of her body thoroughly! It was just a pity he hadn't thought about meeting a woman in the apartment before, didn't have lubricant, and didn't know if he would hurt her, so he had to really wait for "next time."

A fatal signal of pleasure came from her tailbone again. If it weren't for seeing that she really couldn't take it anymore, he really wouldn't want to vent like this.

"Sweetheart, come, squirt one more time." Leaning down, close to her delicate hips and spine, Season said half-coaxingly, half-commandingly in He Lele’s ear.

"No, don't..."

"Be good, listen to me." While accelerating and thrusting fiercely at her waist, Season reached out to the moist, round red bean and flicked it with his fingers—

"Ah ah ah ah ah—"

"Uh..." Sprayed by the surging hot tide, strangled gently by the lewd cave, the soul-stirring, beautiful feeling impacted him so much that he almost lost his soul. Season let out a hoarse roar in He Lele’s ear and vented frantically.

After a long while, Season finally sighed with satisfaction, got up from He Lele’s back, took off the condom, and threw it away.

He Lele, who was wondering why she hadn't died on the bed yet, struggled to turn over and reached out to grab the water glass on the nightstand.

Season turned back and saw this, and with another comfortable, dashing smile, he picked up the water glass, drank it all in one gulp, and then covered her red, tender lips, passing it to her bit by bit...

After feeding her a mouthful, He Lele licked her lips, still wanting more, which made Season’s wolf nature flare up. He kissed her thoroughly for a long time until she couldn't breathe and struggled desperately, only then reluctantly releasing her lips.

Listening to her delicate panting, Season couldn't help but praise: "Qin kid must not know that your 'singing voice' in bed is a thousand times more beautiful than the one in the recording studio."

Slap!

Season’s dashing, handsome face, still holding a smile, was slapped to the side.

Writer's Note:

It's boiling hot!! Room temperature 32 degrees!!!

Actually, the Empire feels uncomfortable with air conditioning~~ so I use a fan if I can~~~ but I really can't take it anymore~~~ and I can't sleep well with the air conditioning on~~ and the water was cut off when I was taking a shower at night!! What is the meaning of cutting off the water when I'm covered in foam, sister!!!!

Another 2100+ word chapter... it's hard to break up the meat scenes.

I'll start running the plot tomorrow and post early, then I'll add the acknowledgments together~~ If I'm any later, you misses will probably think the Empire died of heat...

☆, Chapter 89: Nowhere Clean

While Season was stunned by her sudden slap, He Lele gritted her teeth and got out of bed, putting on her pajamas calmly, though her limbs were trembling.

"Please open the door for me." Her tone was cold and distant.

"...Which word, which phrase didn't you like hearing?" Season turned his head to look at He Lele, his eyes full of gloom.

"..."

Season stood up and walked in front of He Lele, pinching her chin to force her to lift her head. "'Qin kid'? Do you like him? So you don't want to hear his name in another man's bed? Or 'singing voice in bed'? Don't like this elegant way of putting it? Like hearing others say you're moaning in bed, wailing lewdly, groaning, calling out lewdly? 'Recording studio'? Did something happen to you in the recording studio? What happened? Rape or gang rape? It can't be because I said you were 'beautiful', right?"

Season’s tone was full of malicious flirtatiousness. "But... it really was beautiful."

He reached out and probed directly into her pajama pants, hooking and scratching at her still-moist, soft, and slippery slit. Seeing her cold eyes completely unmoved, he angrily dug two fingers into her honey cave, hooked it, and threw her back onto the half-damp bed with a sudden pull.

"You wailed lewdly all night, and now you remember to play the chaste and virtuous woman. Don't you think it's a bit late?"

The gentleness was gone, and the giant python in his anger invaded the delicate little cave without mercy, thrusting left and right in the wriggling meat cave in the way that satisfied him most, violently and brutally rubbing against the layers of cave flesh.

He Lele opened her unfocused eyes, gritted her teeth, and gave a bitter smile—how pathetic, even if it was forced pleasure, but... as long as it stimulated her erogenous zones, as long as it was wet enough, as long as there was friction... there would be pleasure.