Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Taking the initiative to seek pleasure

Lan Nongnong's eyes widened in astonishment, clearly shocked by his shameless words. She was speechless for a moment. Yet, the man in front of her was still pretending to be innocent.

"Of course, if Nong Nong doesn't want to, I won't force you."

Lan Nongnong's eyes went dark, her forehead throbbed, and she felt an unbearable pain as if being pricked by needles.

She didn't know whether it was because of the cold, or because of the anger, but she was shivering all over. Although her clothes were intact, she felt as if she had been stripped of them and was naked, which was extremely humiliating.

After a long moment, she stirred from her frozen stiffness and slowly leaned forward. Two tears formed in her pupils and suddenly fell. She leaned over to kiss him softly. Before her lips left, she heard a low laugh in her ear.

"Madam, you can't get rid of me like this."

Lan Nongnong's breath paused, her lips slightly separated, and she pressed them against his again. But he said, "Not enough."

Qin Jingyao heard her breathing suddenly become heavier, and then he rushed over to her recklessly, but he kept his lips tightly closed, and dawdled in a stingy and disorderly manner.

A blazing burning sensation spread rapidly from the point where their lips met, and a strong tingling sensation shot up from his spine to the top of his head. His Adam's apple rolled, and his hands had already risen to her bent waist. Just an inch further and he could wrap his arms around that slender waist.

His fingers clenched tightly, joints sharp as peaks, veins bulging, and he continued in a hoarse voice, "...not enough."

Lan Nongnong's lips were sore from being rubbed, and her waist and legs were numb from being bent over for a long time. When she heard that he still felt it was not enough, she felt dizzy for a moment.

She gathered her strength, grasped his shoulders with both hands, leaned forward, and finally opened her lips to suck, and thrust it in, but the moment she touched him, he was fiercely wrapped around her tongue, with such force that it seemed to devour her tongue.

“Ugh—!”

Lan Nongnong was about to struggle when she felt her cheek relax and everything around her calm down. If it weren't for the lingering pain and numbness at the base of her tongue, it would have seemed as if the previous violent storm was just an illusion. She gasped and pulled away, looking up at him, holding her breath and asking, "Is that enough now?"

Qin Jingyao didn't stop her, but just chuckled. His voice was hoarse like a beast about to feast, and the whistle from his throat carried a creepy sense of oppression.

"Such a superficial gesture is too perfunctory. If my lady feels that this is enough, then I, your husband, will follow your example in everything."

Lan Nongnong felt a breath stuck in her throat, her vision darkening and her ears ringing. She took a few deep breaths, made up her mind, and cupped his face with both hands.

Although she was already experienced in sex, she was always led by him and had no idea how to satisfy him. She could only recall his movements and find his tongue.

But she was so clumsy in learning that she was at a loss after a moment. She was panting in panic and swept around without any method.

But he remained indifferent, letting her run rampant without responding at all. How can he say "enough" with such indifference?

How could she know that Qin Jingyao was already drenched in sweat, his palms, the back of his neck, and his spine numb and tense, his hot blood surging through his veins. He endured it so hard that the veins in his neck and forehead bulged, as if they were about to burst at any moment, and his body was tense to the limit.

But that’s not enough.

He wanted her to ask for it proactively like this every day from now on.

Lan Nongnong was already draped over his legs, eyes tightly shut, oblivious to his abnormality. She simply bit and licked his lips repeatedly like a newborn kitten, her breaths escaping her throat like sobs. She'd tried everything, but he remained like a clay sculpture, unresponsive.

In a hurry, her fingertips unconsciously grabbed the skin behind his ear, and the next moment, she was suddenly held down by someone!

The world spun before her eyes, and she was so frightened that her lips and teeth opened slightly, and she was violently crushed. The hot lips and tongue were like a long-lurking python, instantly strangling her.

Lan Nongnong couldn't even swallow, a muffled sob emanating from her throat. She tilted her head back to avoid being caught in his iron grip. She struggled to squeeze her hands into their tightly pressed chests, trying to push them away, but all she got in return was a hotter, tighter pressure on her waist.

Crystal clear liquid slipped from the corners of her lips, unable to close. Her tongue was sucked so hard that she lost consciousness. Her throat tightened reflexively due to suffocation, and when the roof of her mouth was accidentally brushed, she suddenly trembled violently and a wail was squeezed out of her nose.

His vision went dark, his struggles weakened, and he almost fainted.

Qin Jingyao loosened the shackles slightly, leaving a sliver of space at her lips. She breathed in and out eagerly, and when she calmed down a bit, he covered her again, tightly blocking her lips.

Their positions were completely reversed. She sat on one of his legs, her waist buried in his arms, bent backwards, but with nowhere to support her, she felt completely powerless, yet her hands still clutched tightly at his shirt.

She raised her rosy face, her eyes hazy, and endured his endless attacks and waves.

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Lan Nongnong felt dizzy, her ears buzzing, and she had no strength left in her body. Her arms drooped limply. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, her lips parted as she gasped for breath. She could vaguely hear voices in her ears, but she couldn't quite remember them. She tried her best to clear her mind from the snowflake-like humming.

"...Just do it this way. Nong Nong, did you remember that?"

Lan Nongnong sighed briefly, darting out her tongue to moisten her lips, but they dried up immediately. Without thinking, she opened her eyes and reached out, grabbing the air twice before grasping his sleeve. Using the force, she sat up and turned to ask him, "Is that enough?"

While she was still half-conscious, Qin Jingyao had already ordered his maid to serve her tea. He didn't rush to answer her, but instead held the cup to her lips, suggesting it moisten her throat. Seeing her obediently swallow a few sips, and then raising her head to drink the remaining tea, he spoke in a deep, controlled voice, "If you simply want to know my whereabouts, it's barely enough. If you want to meet me, it's far from enough."

Lan Nongnong felt a pang of pain in her heart when she heard this. She staggered to her feet with weak legs and took a few steps. When she looked down, she was surprised to find that the water-stained tiles on the ground had disappeared, and the gray-black floor tiles were as clean as a mirror.

She suddenly felt a chill all over her body, and tried hard not to think about whether she had been seen by anyone. Suddenly she turned around and asked anxiously, "Tell me the whereabouts of my aunts first."

Qin Jingyao's hair was soaked with sweat, and the sweat on his neck was still wet. His face was as calm as before, but his body suddenly trembled for a moment. His voice was hoarse and he slowly said, "Qixia Temple."

Lan Nongnong frowned upon hearing this and kept asking, "When can the aunts come back?"

The aunts had always lived a quiet and free life. But when they arrived at someone else's place, they felt like they were living under someone else's roof, with no control over their lives. Even if they were to stay in a house, they would have to inform the guest hall and abide by the rules of the place. How could they be taken away in such an unclear manner?

I don’t know in what name, will it cause trouble for me?

Qin Jingyao seemed oblivious to her anxiety and spoke slowly, "Masters, you are all practitioners. Since you know that your practice is lacking, you should devote yourself to Buddhism. When your six senses are pure and your practice is successful, you can return."

What she meant was that she would only let her go when her aunts "realized their mistakes" and stopped interfering in her affairs, or when she herself "realized her mistakes" and stopped trying to escape.

Lan Nongnong was extremely angry, and the moisture in her eyes became even more intense, but she had to suppress it: "I want to go visit."

Qin Jingyao just nodded and said "OK", then sat still without saying anything.

With his previous words in mind, Lan Nongnong knew the price she would have to pay the moment she opened her mouth. Even from the moment she took the initiative to show weakness and approach him, she had already tacitly agreed to bow her head and compromise.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back, and she has never regretted it. But when the time comes, she still can't help but have a glimmer of hope.

"Let's go back..."

As expected, no one responded.

This time he was determined to humiliate her here, to humiliate the place where the aunts practiced meditation!

Lan Nongnong hated it to the extreme, but she could do nothing about it.

Embarrassment, resistance, mixed with unspeakable humiliation, felt like a huge stone weighing thousands of pounds had fallen on her heart, weighing her down so heavily that she couldn't breathe.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "I have to go there early tomorrow morning."

However, Qin Jingyao remained silent, merely staring at her with a heavy gaze. Lan Nongnong stared at him for a long moment before finally giving in. As the saying goes, "Be careful not to use the right weapon when you're about to kill a rat," this was probably the case.

She lifted her feet and walked towards him. The first few steps were slow and difficult, like being stuck in a quagmire. After crossing that distance, her pace became faster and faster, almost sprinting. She turned away from him, grabbed his hand, and turned to walk back to the inner room.

But the man sitting on the seat was as still as a mountain, and she couldn't move him at all.

"you--"

"You just taught me something, and you've forgotten it?"

Lan Nongnong was stunned, frozen in place for a long moment, then suddenly turned around, grabbed his collar with both hands, and leaned forward. She pressed her lips against his, bit him lightly, and at the same time, she pulled back, which made him stand up.

He was too tall, and he watched her seductively in this Buddhist holy place with a cold gaze, but he refused to cooperate. She had no choice but to clench his clothes tightly and stand on tiptoe, lips and tongue eagerly, to prevent them from separating on the way to stumbling towards the bed.

The moment her heel hit the pedal, she felt so relieved that she almost cried for joy.

Qin Jingyao was actually suffering more than she was. He raised and lowered his hands behind her several times. If it weren't for his amazing self-control, he would have lost control the moment she trembled and touched and entangled him.

But he knew that everything would turn into its opposite when it reached its extreme, and he was even more reluctant to let her enjoy herself on that cold and hard table and chair.

He stood up, giving her a moment to breathe, but then stood in front of the bed with his arms stretched out, just looking at her solemnly.

Lan Nongnong took a deep breath, and reached to his waist with trembling hands, untied his belt, then his outer clothes, his undershirt,... until he was left with only a pair of underwear and long boots.

She was stunned by what she saw. Her hands rested on his well-defined waist, already gripping his belt, but she couldn't muster the strength to pull it down. She couldn't help wanting to retreat, her breathing heavy and rapid, her lips moving, but no word came out.

"A wife should undress for her husband. This is common sense and there is nothing to be ashamed of."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if trying to persuade or tempt, "Nong Nong has never been used to this before. After doing it a few times, you'll find it normal."

Lan Nongnong was stunned as if struck by lightning. She looked up at him in disbelief, and the deep look in his eyes clearly told her that this was no joke.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly a barely audible sound escaped from her throat. When she was about to untie her belt, her hand was suddenly held by someone. A hoarse sigh came from her ear.

"Such stubbornness is not a good thing."

Lan Nongnong was forced into this situation, her heart filled with hatred, anger, shame, and grievance, almost bursting with anger. Fortunately, she still had a trace of clarity, and she didn't lose her composure at this sentence.

His next words made her hesitation seem ridiculous.

"...Just do what needs to be done."

Only then did Lan Nongnong understand what it meant to "break your spine before your tibia is healed." She also understood firsthand why the more severe the setbacks, the stronger your fighting spirit.

Her face was covered with tear marks, but her eyes were clear. Her coat, jacket, undergarment, underwear, small clothes, and even shoes and socks all fell to the ground.

The only thing left on her body was her knee-length black hair that fell behind her.

During this time, she never turned around, never flinched, and never tried to cover her body. Her face was no longer filled with regret or humiliation, and her gaze remained fixed on his, like the moon reflected in a cold pond, extremely quiet, yet also extremely intense.

She was naked and walked towards the man sitting beside the couch. Her slender fingers were cold as they slowly climbed onto his hot shoulders.

Her cheek brushed against his, rubbing against his, and her cold body trembled slightly at the touch of her skin. Her waist was suddenly pinched by a hand as hard as an iron, and then her arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him down onto the bed.

The cold and the heat counteracted each other, he was ready to strike, but she was still like a dry land.

Lan Nongnong lay on the couch with her black hair spread out below her body. She looked up at him and tightened her arms to pull him down. Her lips licked his lips, and her cold feet lifted up and stepped on his burning and hot knees. She lifted them lightly and murmured an invitation.

"...Come--"

"ah!"

The pain forced her to unconsciously cry. But the pain did not linger, and even the tall body covering her suddenly retreated. She was about to stand up when the shadow fell over her again---

She opened her lips slightly to inhale, and her body automatically tightened. Qin Jingyao groaned, and his whole body tensed as if he had been whipped.

He hadn't expected her to act so seductively, and he was truly bewitched, losing his mind for a moment and letting his heart run wild. But her dryness and hesitation clearly told him that she wasn't moved at all.

Even if it were like pouring cold water over her head, he still couldn't bring himself to hurt her. He wanted to soothe her with his lips and tongue, but changed his mind the moment he was about to touch her. He had already forced her to this point today, and it would be inappropriate to do it again now.

Sweat poured down his body, and her hand could no longer hold him. He held her eyes, but stopped kissing her, his arm tense and tense, using all his strength until a sweet rain of pleasure welled up.

Under her gaze, he stood up, sucked the sweet juice from his fingers, pressed her down, and shot forward like an arrow.

“--!”

Lan Nongnong had never been subjected to such force before. If he hadn't held her tightly, she would have been pushed out.

But it was precisely this heaviness that momentarily distracted her. Her body's spontaneous rejection was no match for his speed and strength.

She felt like she was half-dangling on the edge of a cliff, being pushed down and pulled up again and again. Below her were raging waves, and before her was a dizzying world. She could only cling to anything she could reach, enduring the ordeal.

The violent shaking made her lose control of her lips, teeth, throat and tongue, and her sobs overflowed again and again, unable to be swallowed back into her throat.

Upon hearing the noise, the two guards outside the house, Biyu and the others, hurriedly signaled the servants at the window and in the courtyard to leave quickly. They waited until they could hear no more noise outside the courtyard gate. They showed no sign of surprise at their masters committing such an unnatural act in this pure Buddhist place, not even exchanging glances, and even secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, when cups and porcelain were smashed in the hall, I thought something terrible was going to happen. But now, the quarrel at the head of the bed is reconciled at the foot of the bed. The master is safe, and the servants can rest assured.

The courtyards of the nunnery's side rooms were nowhere near as spacious as the Shangshuling Mansion. Less than 40 feet away, with only one or two doors and windows, there was no way to block out any sound that wasn't deliberately suppressed.

It's not that he couldn't hear her because they were far away, but Qin Jingyao went crazy several times under her uncontrollable trembling. As soon as he regained consciousness, he sealed her lips and swallowed up all her maddening breathing.

Ever since the two of them switched sides, Lan Nongnong had completely lost control of her body. Her vision was either pitch black or tossed about like a boat on the waves. Occasionally, her vision shifted, sometimes to the scriptures hanging on the wall, sometimes to the stream of blue ink cascading down the window curtains, sometimes to the embroidered quince leaves on the pillow, or to the bamboo leaf vase on the inner bedstead.

The long candle in the room went from bright to dim, and then to the point of flickering. But she felt a chill deep down in her bones, and instinctively moved towards the closest source of heat, like a tired bird returning to its nest, or a frozen butterfly flying towards a flame.

Her elbows, knees, waist and legs were all overwhelmed by the weight, and most of her hair was wet. Her hands were burning from the friction from holding on to the bed frame. Suddenly, someone lifted her up from behind, temporarily freeing her arms, but her knees were under pressure, and her waist was twisted.

The trembling and intermittent chanting sound came to an abrupt halt.

When she was released and had a chance to breathe, Lan Nongnong was already as clean as water, her body trembling unconsciously, her eyes half open with vacant eyes.

On the bedding prepared by the aunts, in this place of Buddhist meditation, she took the initiative to undress, have sex with others, and moan indulgently.

Her dignity and soul were completely trampled upon in this bed.

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But this was not the end. As long as the night lasted, so long did this torturous affair.

Even though she was trembling at the slightest touch, her body was swollen and covered in red welts, even bleeding and broken skin. Even though her throat was no longer able to utter a sound, her lips and tongue were being bitten so hard that they could hardly close, she still subconsciously responded when prompted.

After returning from their bathing experience, the house was completely new. She had thought that after enduring the long night, dawn would come. With a hoarse voice, she weakly begged him for a promise to meet, but all she got in return was a "no hurry".

Then, in the room with the doors and windows closed but the morning light already filtering through, on the thickly cushioned couch under the window, in front of the desk where she usually copied scriptures, next to the dressing table, next to the bookshelf... all the places where she had left her mark, were marked with traces of the two of them.

She collapsed and cried under his coercion, but she was powerless to break free. If she hadn't refused to obey, he would not have spared even the outer hall. Even so, she could no longer face the situation here and just wanted to escape immediately.

In the end, she could no longer tell the sky, and her body was completely unconscious. She subconsciously swallowed the porridge and rice he fed her, and then fell into a complete coma.