009｜(8) Up and Down (micro h)

Xie Qingyan's head was spinning, as if he had drunk fine wine, feeling dizzy and completely drunk.

Su Xingmao's fingers were burning hot. When they landed on his inner thigh, they ignited a fire that crackled and burned from bottom to top, turning his whole body into lotus powder.

With his hands gripping her thighs, Xie Qingyan's legs were spread even wider with undeniable force, and her body fell into the clouds, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, unpredictable.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to leap out of my chest.

The overflowing lower body was peeled open, and fingers suddenly invaded the narrow cavity. The newly visited acupoint was tight and astringent, and even with sufficient moist secretions, it was still not enough.

She gasped softly, "Mmm..."

The knuckles were inserted, pushing into a bamboo-like joint.

The slight protrusion scraped against the labia, creating a strong sensation, and the calluses from holding a pen were also rubbed against the soft flesh of the vulva.

Xie Qingyan uncontrollably brought her legs together.

But his knee pushed in on its own, blocking the gap between her legs, preventing them from closing.

"You!" she hissed, wanting Su Xingmao to leave, but then she saw him raise his hand, his palm radiating warmth and gentleness, and place it on her head, stroking it gently and tenderly.

Xie Qingyan likes to have his head patted.

My scalp tingled, and a comfortable, tingling sensation spread through my tailbone.

When she was little, Ms. Xie Jinyu was always busy, leaving early and returning late. She had a bad temper, no patience, and was always fierce and strict with her. But occasionally, when she praised her and called her "good baby" or "good darling," she would hold her in her arms and affectionately stroke her head. Her fingers, which were like a subordinate, would swing from the top of her head to the back of her head, sliding down her soft hair. It didn't matter if her hair was messed up. She felt loved by her mother.

Su Xingmao's touch made her feel very comfortable, completely satisfied. The gentleness in his movements surprised her, as if he were treating something precious.

This is impossible… Xie Qingyan immediately denied it with any remaining rationality, and was in a daze.

A sudden surge of soreness and a dense, subtle pain followed, then a strange, startling sensation of pleasure, like a flash of lightning, like waves, one after another, ebb and flow, slowly engulfing her body.

Her toes curled up, and the trembling hairs transformed into butterfly wings and dragonfly wings, fluttering and blinking incessantly, while fragmented tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.

Just as reason was about to overwhelm him, he vaguely heard Su Xingmao still asking him what he should say.

His face remained unchanged, serene and indifferent.

Only his voice, slightly hoarse and unclear, slowly asked her, "What should the kitten say when a finger is inserted?"

They were spouting obscene, absurd, and vulgar language.

It hits right at the heart.

On what grounds?

Xie Qingyan opened her mouth and snorted, "I...don't know—"

She answered vaguely that she really didn't know.

Why did Su Xingmao remain calm even as she was deeply in love?

That's so unfair.

He should be like her, consumed by lust, becoming ugly and grotesque, irrational, involuntary, and unable to control himself.

Watching myself being devoured little by little by my own desires.

Like being in heat.

"It doesn't matter."

Was the chandelier swaying, or was she shaking violently? The light seemed to flicker, scattering into white circles in her vision. Her black hair obscured her eyes, making them impossible to see clearly. Only her lips were slightly upturned in a subtle curve, and her eyelashes were curved, as if she were smiling. Su Xingmao asked, "Does Master want to teach the kitten?"

"Hmm...okay." Xie Qingyan's mouth was already faster than his scattered thoughts when he heard her nonsensical reply.

The finger went in a little further, no longer moving gently along the inner wall, but with the knuckles slightly bent, the fingertip pushing upwards, hooking the moist, tender, and red flesh inside the passage.

Xie Qingyan's body trembled violently, her breathing became increasingly labored, her face flushed and her chest heaved, her breasts undulating.

A dense, tingling, itchy sensation rapidly rose, reaching the very top of her head. She couldn't help but let out a soft, shameful moan: "Mmm..."

She's being too sensitive, or he's going too far.

“Your finger went in.” He said with a gentle smile, “You should say thank you.”

"Have you learned it?"

Lost in thought, she nodded haphazardly.

"Little cat, you're so good." Su Xingmao patted her head again and praised her, "Repeat it completely once more."

Her lips parted and closed, but her words were already indistinct and incomplete: "Ugh... Thank you... Master."

Her mouth was dry, and she subconsciously licked her lips, which were covered in teeth marks.

Su Xingmao looked at her pink tongue, which was coated with a layer of red frosting on her lips, making them glisten. As if possessed, he moved his fingertips, which were touching her forehead, down to catch that little tongue.

His Adam's apple bobbed slowly as he inserted two fingers into her warm, moist mouth, trapping her tongue.

"Can I play with the kitten from head to toe?"

She couldn't even speak and could only passively endure it.

He stuffed his fingers into his mouth, filling it with his tongue, and stared wide-eyed with deep blue eyes, making muffled noises.

After confirming that she felt no pain or discomfort, he quickly twitched his fingers, which were moistened by the liquid.

The sound of water was loud, splash, splash.

Skin and flesh come into intimate contact, bringing out glistening juices. Fingers and thumbs do not stop, grinding, rubbing, and lightly flicking the clitoral hood that stands erect on the labia.

The force with which Su Xingmao kneads the clitoris is consistent with the speed at which his fingers move in and out, from fast to slow, from shallow to deep.

The finger bones brought out strands of silvery water, which hung all over the acupoints.

Su Xingmao's eyes were dark and cold, and he felt an uncontrollable heat in his body. Some hidden emotion was slowly scorching him, and his desire was swelling uncontrollably.

A drop of water clung to Xie Qingyan's eyelashes.

Was it sweat or tears? His lips moved slightly, then parted.

My Adam's apple bobbed, but my heart felt dry.

At one point, he really wanted to swallow her whole.

He hisses and grinds with his teeth, just as his hands are doing, invading and conquering within the passageway.

Xie Qingyan was in the waves, like a ship that had lost its way and was suddenly caught in a tsunami. The waves were too big, and the rain was pouring down, soaking her head and face. She could only keep rocking and swaying.

In the sea, in the waves, in the hands of Su Xingmao.

Through ups and downs, she became a musical instrument, which he played with his fingers, producing high-pitched and low-pitched melodies that echoed a hundred times.

The tune was a complete mess.

That constellation Mao, damn it... that guy.

Ugh! You're driving me crazy! How come it's completely different from how I massage myself? I never knew people could actually cry from pleasure. My eyes welled up with tears, and my vision blurred.

I couldn't see anything clearly; my eyes were filled with mist and a hazy, damp mist.

An irresistible surge of pleasure overwhelmed him, causing his waist to arch involuntarily, and a warm current flowed out from his lower abdomen.

Xie Qingyan screamed in surprise, her groans and pleasure reaching unprecedented heights.

The pleasure came over me in that moment.

"That's amazing."

Her ears were ringing, and she heard Su Xingmao chuckle softly, his voice like a gentle, low tide, washing over her ears. The last syllable rose in a cheerful tone, praising her: "The kitten has climaxed."

Whether this was an auditory hallucination or not is now impossible to determine.