008 | (VII) Finger Insertion (micro h)

Xie Qingyan managed to utter a sentence that was off-key and mumbled.

Her thoughts were jumbled together, lost in a state of confusion. She couldn't tell if it was her body or an unresolved itch in her heart that was causing her to writhe restlessly in his arms.

Su Xingmao had just asked her, "Do you masturbate normally?" She didn't dare to answer. Maybe she did. The reason she used "maybe" was because she didn't know how to masturbate at all. She had tried a few times, but she just rubbed her labia roughly and rubbed them up and down a few times. She didn't experience the pleasure she had imagined.

It's too dry, there's no moisture at all, it's nothing like what's described in the book or seen in the movie.

She even began to wonder, would it really feel good? Or was she doing it wrong? — But Xie Qingyan didn't have time to study this esoteric subject in detail.

It was the first thing that Su Xing Mao caught by the tail.

When it was someone else's turn to touch her, her body lost its autonomy, and everything changed from the known to the unknown. She didn't understand when he made his move or where his fingers landed. Her familiar body became strange at that moment, as if she didn't recognize herself.

All that could be heard was Su Xingmao saying, "The kitten is so wet."

Her body was trembling; she could hardly believe it.

Su Xingmao's fingers felt warm to the touch. He parted the sparse hair, revealing a full and rounded mons pubis. His fingers separated the labia, and beneath the dense folds, the clitoris stood erect like a jade bead born from a clam. In the narrow slit, a small opening was slightly parted, revealing a tiny, pink, delicate spring that was still gurgling out water.

His dark eyelashes drooped down, and his eyes were gloomy.

Su Xingmao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he uttered through his slightly pursed lips, "Does the kitten want me to insert it?"

She indeed let out a soft, cat-like hum, "Mmm..."

Su Xingmao raised his finger and rubbed the jade seed, the pearl of the flower's stamen.

"The kitten only knows how to say 'hmm'?"

He leaned forward, as if trying to see more clearly. The mountain cast a shadow, and the light from the chandelier was indistinct, making his face appear like an old photograph with curled edges, blurred.

I can't see it clearly.

She bit her lip: "No..."

Her movements suddenly became heavier. She flicked her finger at the swollen, erect nipple, and her voice softened slightly: "Then do you want me to teach the kitten?"

Xie Qingyan was struck as if by lightning. Her body trembled, like a lotus flower being battered by rain, shaking off dewdrops. She let out a soft cry and sobbed, "I want...you to teach me."

"You?" His tone rose dangerously, his fingertips pinching the flower bud, kneading and rubbing it back and forth.

who I am.

Xie Qingyan readily complied and changed his tune: "...Master, I want, I want Master to teach me—"

Which word was wrong again? Su Xingmao's grip tightened even more, and she couldn't take it anymore. Water gushed from her orifice, dripping and flowing heavily. Her back was bent into a bow, and she became a mermaid adrift from the shore, struggling to breathe, her chest heaving violently. She could only guess wildly, "Teach the kitten... teach the kitten."

With a soft, amused voice, he patted her head and said, "Good girl."

"The kitten wants its owner to insert their finger into its vagina."

"Say it completely, understand?"

...

"Mmm..." Shyness and excitement squeezed her nerves, her temples throbbed, her soul drifted like a cloud, her body was still in the world, she whispered, repeating: "Little... little kitten wants master's hand to go into her little hole."

After neatly trimming my nails and wiping the finger bones clean again, I tentatively pushed them inside.

Slippery and sticky, if you probe your knuckles even an inch, they will be firmly pressed down by the tightly packed soft flesh.

Narrow and tight, it gripped his fingers tightly as soon as he entered, making it difficult for him to move. When he tried to pull out, there was a squelching sound.

"Mmm..." Xie Qingyan groaned, his brows furrowed slightly, it was hard to tell whether he was in pain or enjoying it.

Su Xingmao held his breath and lightened his strength.

With his other hand, he gently stroked Xie Qingyan's sweaty forehead, smoothing the damp hairs that had been kissed on her temples, and lightly brushed away the tiny tears at the corners of her eyes and brows, soothing her emotions with tenderness and patience.

He stared calmly at the acupoint that was swallowing his finger.

His gaze was restrained, controlled, and discreet.

Even a slender, long finger struggles to be swallowed and protruded; imagine if what went in wasn't a finger, but something hard, thick, steaming hot, with bulging veins.

What will Xie Qingyan's reaction be?

Angry or aggrieved? Will she yell at him? Will she cry? She's been so delicate and prone to crying since she was little. Even a minor scratch makes her feel like the world is ending, and a single finger can bring tears to her eyes.

If you are violently and forcefully penetrated by a sexual organ, with strong, brutal, and reckless strength, reaching the deepest part of the passage...

"What should the kitten say when a finger is inserted?"