Chapter 007 | 0007 Suffocation (Mild H)
Wu Xian's gaze never left Hobert, so she could clearly see the man's pupils contract.
His lips were pressed tightly together, and his overly deep features made his expression appear hazy under the light.
If she looked up at him, Wu Qian couldn't read what Hobert was thinking. They had only met once, but the authority this man exuded already enveloped her completely, like the heavy curtains of his house.
I felt breathless and unconsciously nervous in his presence.
The scene made her uneasy, yet it also made her nostalgic—it was something everyone had told her she should forget.
Wu Xian dared not tell the other person, which made her even wetter.
Giving up on having sex with Hobart and making other demands took real willpower. She made the right choice, but that doesn't mean Wu Qian could suppress her sexual desire for this stranger.
Because she couldn't have it, she became even more restless and developed many strange bad habits, one of which was greed.
Wu Qian and Hobert looked at each other, and Wu Qian was the first to look away, even letting go of his waist and leaning back on the sofa.
“I…” Her voice was dry, even hoarse from dehydration.
Hopper held her chin, preventing her from escaping. They faced each other, and he told her, word by word, "This is not a reward that can be easily obtained. It will be very difficult, Miss."
His cold thumb pressed against Wu Xian's lips, applying slight pressure to his lips. His knuckles pressed against his teeth, causing pain from the excessive force. Perhaps he wanted to warn him, or perhaps he was trying to please him.
But this only made Wu Xian more fascinated.
As if possessed, she opened her mouth and put that finger in.
She responded with offense.
Hobert's body temperature was colder than she had imagined.
Wu Xian swallowed a piece of ice that would never melt. Her warm tongue could only lick it and get frozen, and the saliva she secreted flowed down the curve of her fingers.
"I really like it," Wu Xian suddenly thought, wanting to change her request. She thought perhaps she should have sex first, and then gamble on the possibility of having a third wish.
But she couldn't bring herself to say it.
The thumb she had taken into her mouth took over, pressing down on Wu Xian's tongue without mercy, touching her glands and making her saliva produce more, a fine stream of water spraying onto Hobert's skin.
He stirred the tea methodically in his mouth, his face somber, his manner no different from stirring black tea with a teaspoon.
Without even changing his expression, he used just one finger to make Wu Xian look all messy.
More liquid overflowed from her mouth and trickled down the curve of her neck. Wu Qian was dressed conservatively, and her high collar was soaked and clung to her skin.
Wool becomes itchy and painful when wet.
"Ugh..." Wu Xian raised her head high, facing the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The dazzling light caused physiological tears to stream down her face.
She let out a sob as Hobart's fingers rubbed against her throat.
He reached in further, an index finger and a middle finger, their equally icy temperature causing a dull ache in Wu Xian's stomach as they dug and pried near the esophagus.
Her vision went black, and she saw stars.
But Wu Xian's survival instinct did not emerge; she did not struggle, like the docile dead girl in the oil painting, accepting Hobart's brutal treatment with her soft flesh.
She hugged his arm tightly, feeling the suffocating sensation of his embrace.
Hobart didn't stop because of her discomfort, nor did he let her nagging disrupt his rhythm. He pressed harder and harder! Pushing it down her throat, Wu Xian began to gag repeatedly.
All her organs—her beating heart, her writhing stomach, her opening and closing vagina—were contracting, silently resisting and struggling upwards. All that remained in her vision was a condensed point of light.
She was dying! At that moment, Hobert let out a muffled chuckle, his voice coming from beside Wu Xian's ear. He praised her, "Good girl, it's time to relax, very good."
As he spoke, he exerted even more force, pressing against the cartilage in his throat as if to break it.
Praise and violence resonate within the body, striking a powerful drumbeat.
Her eardrums were ringing, from lack of oxygen and from pleasure.
In that instant, the black curtain before Wu Qian's eyes exploded with white light, the polka dot bursting open like fireworks, countless sensations of pleasure erupting from her cracked soul. Her waist arched back, and her already thirsty, opening and closing vulva seemed to be caressed by cold fingers, tightening and gushing forth.
She completely went limp, curling up on the Hobart sofa like she had no bones.
When he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, they left behind lewd and ambiguous strands.
"You like it."
Hobart concluded, his saliva-dampened hand stroking Wu Xian's face, while she affectionately nuzzled him, using her cheek to wipe the saliva off his fingers.
"I like it." She spoke, her throat feeling like it was stuck with gravel, and Wu Xian couldn't help but contract the soft flesh in her mouth to savor the lingering pleasure.
Hobert took a cotton handkerchief and gently wiped the liquid off her face, then used another one to clean the soles of her dirty feet.
Wu Qian curled her toes because of the other person's extremely low temperature. This gentleness made her a little uncomfortable, because she remembered that there would be even more excessive treatment.
But this gentleness and thoughtfulness made Wu Qian even more eager. She wanted more and more, just like the pain in her throat would disappear tomorrow, and Wu Qian would not be able to resist digging it out herself to make it last longer.
The difference is that now there is a better choice; he can be the owner of the scissors or the owner of the black scissors, and she doesn't have to do it herself.
That's it, now I'm completely unable to leave him.
“Hobert, I want more rewards,” Wu Xian said.
“This isn’t the attitude you’d have when accepting a mission.” Hobert fed her water, lukewarm so it would irritate her mouth and soothe her stomach.
This made Wu Qian even happier; her vagina, which had just climaxed, continued to gush water.
“Please…please give me more rewards, Hobart.”
"How greedy!" he agreed.
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Puppy Diary
He's so charming, the puppy can't resist him.
Hobert, your little trick really got the puppy!
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Wives, please note that I will also mark the content of the training as H.
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