0069 The Half-Immortal's Play (Part 5) [H]

Shu Fu remembered the inscription on the back of the wooden plaque. She should say something more suggestive, so she suppressed the burning heat on her face and said, "Young hero, please behave yourself. Don't move around. Your thing down there is pressing against my...my..."

She couldn't say the last two words, because the card showed her the two characters for "female" (牝xue).

Zhan Yaoguang understood what she meant and replied very cooperatively, "Yes, but Madam, please loosen your legs first, I can't move because you're holding me so tightly."

She then realized that her legs were still wrapped around his waist, so she quickly released the weight on her legs and gestured to him to move away and pull back a little.

However, this lapse in concentration gave him an opportunity. Beneath the skirt, his thick, erect penis rose in a terrifyingly high arc between his legs, then pushed against the soft, smooth opening between the girl's thighs.

Shu Fu let out a soft moan, her neck stretching back into a thin, snowy line, while her breasts gently swayed and trembled.

After this confrontation, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he ordered the python's head to grind against the soft tip in the crevice of the flesh, pressing and sliding back and forth.

That thing was like a living creature, knowing that the clitoris inside was the most sensitive spot. Its mouth radiated a burning heat, and it clung tightly to that tender spot like it was sucking and biting, causing a fine, tingling numbness to flow into the stomach, and then spread throughout the whole body, making one's bones feel weak.

"Hmm...it's so numb, don't move like that." Shu Fu couldn't bear it any longer and had to grab his sleeve, trying to stop him.

He did indeed step back a little.

Shu Fu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to say something more appropriate to Yun Niang's identity to him, but unexpectedly, she suddenly felt a weight between her legs, and that fleshy thing struck her erect clitoris under her silk trousers.

Her limbs trembled, as if a beast was feeding inside her, its hot, misty mouth slowly gnawing and burning at her soft flesh, the pleasure almost overwhelming her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her completely.

Shu Fu's breath was hot and trembling, and clear water flowed between her legs, trickling and flowing uncontrollably.

The honey-like fluid meandered down the cleft of the buttocks, accumulating in the groin area. After being rubbed several times, it spread all over the vulva, producing a tingling and itchy sensation.

She reached out to push him away, but he grabbed her fingertips and clenched them in his palm. The wicked creature mercilessly pounded her vulva again.

"Ah..." The girl's tone changed, as if it had been soaked in water, numbing the tailbone.

Zhan Yaoguang was startled and instinctively reached out to cover her lips, but the same warm, soft, and moist sensation was beneath his palm. After a short while, he awkwardly let go of her hand.

The temperature beneath her skirt was almost as hot as simmering a cup of wine; he didn't even need to hold his breath to hear the very clear, sticky, wet sounds. That secluded spot was like a tiny spring, ready to burst forth with gushing liquid at the slightest touch.

Although the two did not actually do it, the pleasure was even more intense than if they had. Pleasure gathered in their hip bones, surging upwards, and they desperately needed a noisy excuse.

"Don't move, don't move," Shufu said, sweat beading on her neck. She caught a whiff of her own delicate fragrance and felt a sudden urge to cry. "I can't hold back anymore..."

Zhan Yaoguang's breathing also slowed down, and he looked down and saw her taut arches.

What is she enduring?

The boy continued his movements, feeling that her inner thighs were incredibly soft, and that he would be drawn in and sink into her with the slightest touch. Each time he tried to pull away, it took a great deal of his willpower.

However, he had practiced martial arts since childhood and possessed a resilient character; he could endure it for a while without being able to pull himself out.

But this time was different. He was still wondering what Shu Fu was enduring when he thrust forward with the same rhythm as before, but the python head pressed against the thin, wet silk trousers and suddenly squeezed into an extremely hot and tight place.

He froze on the spot, his back drenched in sweat.

The girl's pupils dilated, and she whimpered. The little cunt she held tightly in his mouth released a torrent of hot liquid, pouring it all over his head. The warm, moist cunt coiled around the tip, making his breathing erratic, and the veins on the back of his hand throbbed faintly.

Shu Fu tilted her pointed chin slightly, completely immersed in the overwhelming pleasure of the climax, until the hand held by Zhan Yaoguang began to hurt slightly, bringing her back to her senses.

Like a teenager, he was restless and asked her with his eyes if she could take off her underwear and really go inside him.

But Shu Fu was too slow to react at that moment, and just kept shaking her head, saying repeatedly, "No, no, you have to get out!"

Zhan Yaoguang responded sullenly, tensing her body as she tried to pull that wicked thing back, but little did she know that her lower body was too tightly gripped, and if she relaxed even slightly, it would be sucked back in.

He was in great distress, but he didn't want to go against her, so he reluctantly pulled back and then withdrew from under her skirt, sitting down to the side in a huff.

As the swelling in her thighs subsided, her stiff back softened, and she lay back on the soft quilt, breathing softly.

Zhan Yaoguang looked at her from afar, his heart and lungs burning with unfulfilled desire. He retorted without thinking, using her words from before: "What an unrestrained little lady! You haven't even finished twenty strokes and you've already ejaculated in front of me. You're not well-behaved at all."

Shu Fu's eyes widened instantly, and she sat up abruptly, staring at him in disbelief.

Zhan Yaoguang realized she had spoken out of turn, so she turned her face away, not daring to look at her.

After sitting facing each other for a few moments, Shu Fu suddenly had an idea. She pointed to the silver pot and said, "Wine as punishment."

"What?" Zhan Yaoguang asked, puzzled.

Shu Fu explained, "The cards only indicated that you should collide, not that you should enter the hand. Since you didn't succeed, you have to drink the penalty shot."

Zhan Yaoguang couldn't find a rebuttal, so he turned his back, took a shallow cup, poured some wine into it, and drank it down sip by sip.

Only then did Shu Fu dare to secretly lift the hem of her skirt for a closer look. She saw that her silk trousers were already soaked with the flowing spring fluid and were almost as thin as nothing. He had also pressed them into her secret place, making them look extremely lewd and messy.

Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, she reached down and pulled hard, managing to yank the soft silk out of her vagina, only to find it sticky and wet.

On the other side, Zhan Yaoguang wasn't used to drinking Chang'an's wine, so he drank very slowly. After finishing half a cup, his whole face turned red, and his erection became increasingly hot and swollen, as if it were about to burst.

Shu Fu was somewhat surprised when she caught a glimpse of his appearance.

"You don't drink alcohol, do you?" she asked softly.

Zhan Yaoguang turned her bright eyes to her, and after a long pause, she slowly replied, "I will. It's just that the wine in your Central Plains is too astringent and doesn't taste good at all."

Before Shu Fu could expose his drunken state, he suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her a few times before panting and saying, "Shu Fu, can we stop playing? I don't want to make any more winter clothes."

He lifted Shufu's already loose outer garment until his palm touched her warm, smooth skin, only then did he feel a slight sense of satisfaction.

“Making winter clothes is not good at all. When he fell in love with Yunniang, Yunniang was already someone else’s wife. Even if they were together for a while, it would only be a fleeting affair… I don’t want it to be like that. Let’s not follow their example, okay?”

To be honest, Zhan Yaoguang wasn't really drunk, but he was easily embarrassed and his face flushed easily. Alcohol also had a burning effect, and once he got carried away, he would say and do things beyond his control.

The boy caressed her cheek with his lips, and his hands removed all the barriers separating their private parts.

A large, red, erect object struck the delicate jade gate, then, rubbing against the continuous moisture, pressed down against the pink and greasy opening, just squeezing in at the tip. That sour and tingling sensation spread through Shu Fu's heart.

But she wasn't very nervous at this moment; in fact, she felt a sense of anticipation that was hard to describe.

Zhan Yaoguang felt a burning sensation in her tailbone from the warmth of her vagina biting her, and dared not move for a moment. Naturally, she fixed her gaze on her face, watching as her snow-white cheeks slowly turned rosy and then faded to a light pink.

It looks just like a lotus petal freshly made up with dew.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly leaned closer to her, pressed the tip of his nose against her warm cheek, and gently sniffed.

Shu Fu was startled, revealing her fine white teeth, and bit down on his jaw. The boy felt the pain and obediently pulled away.

"What are you smelling?" She was a little dissatisfied because of the emptiness between her legs, and twisted her waist uncomfortably.

"It really smells delicious..." Zhan Yaoguang seemed a little lost in thought. "You're amazing, teach me too."