Everything is wet.
"It's all wet."
19.
The swollen mass between her legs bulged rapidly with a force that threatened to tear the fabric apart.
Sensing that Lan Jian was about to look up, Chongming quickly pressed down on the back of Lan Jian's head.
No one spoke anymore.
Their entire focus was drawn to their tightly pressed lower bodies.
He forgot who made the first move, but Chongming only snapped back to reality when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder socket.
His hands were already covering Lan Jian's firm, rounded buttocks, urging her to move back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts. Lan Jian seemed intensely aroused; her toes rubbed against the plush carpet on the sofa, sometimes pointing, sometimes pointing. Her soft breasts, hidden beneath her clothes, pressed tightly against him, arousing his tenderness. He longed to unbutton her outer garment and unleash her natural instincts…
"hiss--"
Lan Jian took another bite of Chongming.
It seemed to be an accusation against his lack of focus, wanting him to move faster.
This kind of superficial approach, no matter how fast it is, doesn't provide a truly genuine sense of pleasure.
But Chongming dared not take Lanjian to the bed to do it.
It wouldn't be good if I couldn't resist and made her cold even worse.
Lan Jian arched her back and moved back and forth for a while. Her lips became increasingly itchy and even a little painful. Her hands groped around haphazardly, while Chongming's hands kept holding her buttocks. She wanted to scratch them herself.
Chongming thought she wanted to take off her pants and have sex, so he immediately grabbed her hand in fright.
"Not today!"
Lan Jian was speechless.
I've always only heard women say this. Don't men always pretend to be incompetent no matter what?
After Chongming finished speaking, he was also a little annoyed. "You're still sick, don't make a fuss."
It seems he can't say anything else besides those two sentences.
Lan Jian found him boring, so she deliberately raised her face and gave him a charming smile, "Brother, I've caught a cold, can you help me sweat it out?"
"What's so good about it?" Chongming remained unmoved, his face stern, and picked the person up from his arms. "Don't call me that. I have a dear sister."
Lan Jian, still not convinced, bit Chongming on the collarbone again, saying, "Junior sister is also a girl!"
Chongming pressed down on the back of her head to stop her from biting, then carried her upstairs. Her chubby little bottom kept drooping uncontrollably, bumping into his erect penis. He was a little annoyed by the bumps, so he used the hand around her waist to support her buttocks, causing her to be thrown upwards. Strands of her hair flew wildly and hit his face. She screamed softly, and her bud brushed against his chin, touching him briefly before pulling away.
Chongming tried his best to suppress all his dirty desires, turned his face away, and looked at the road.
Chongming was a man who was extremely abstinent.
Aside from his turbulent adolescence, when Dou Yaozu dragged him to watch some pornographic films and he had a few nocturnal emissions, he recalls that he masturbated very infrequently each year.
Dou Yaozu always knew he was tolerant, but he never expected him to be this tolerant. Once, he was tricked into going to a high-class club, where there was an antique-style tea party. The bodies of women dressed in traditional dresses from various countries were exposed, allowing well-dressed men to molest them.
Dou Yaozu brought Chongming here to help him. He was afraid that Chongming might actually be sick, or that he might not be sick but was just enduring it, and he was afraid that he would keep suppressing his illness any longer.
You will get sick.
Chongming was initially unaware of such a scene in the teahouse. Out of respect for Dou Yaozu's good intentions, Chongming's reluctance to turn and leave was already the greatest restraint he could muster. But upon seeing what others considered a scene of vibrant sensuality, which he found lewd and offensive, he immediately closed his eyes.
These are all karmic obstacles.
—The only thing missing in Chongming is chanting "Amitabha" in your heart.
Dou Yaozu's good intentions backfired. Seeing that Chongming's complexion was not improving, he cleared the room, telling all the men to get out, leaving behind a group of bewildered women. Some curiously glanced at the man standing not far away at the door, his face hidden by a baseball cap—they had initially thought he was another impotent man with a cuckold fetish, but this distinguished guest seemed quite resistant to sex itself. Others, however, began to boldly lie on the coffee table, spreading their legs and inserting their fingers into the woman at the door, their moans rising and falling.
Dou Yaozu turned his head and carefully examined Chongming, who had helplessly closed his eyes after entering the room. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He thought the sound would startle him and make him open his eyes, but Chongming didn't. After enduring it for a while, as if he couldn't bear it any longer, he turned and strode away.
The phrase "overcorrection" perfectly describes the drastic measure Dou Yaozu administered to Chongming Island.
Since then, even when Chongming was dating Zheng Xuerou, he was not used to being alone with her in a room. In addition, due to the special nature of their relationship, they rarely had physical contact when acting unless necessary.
In contrast, when he was with Meng Lanjian, she had just sat on him with her legs apart, buried her head in his neck and shoulders, pressed her chest against him, and their genitals bumped together... All of this excessive intimacy was a first for Chongming.
It was already unexpected that he would get an erection.
Aside from morning erections, Chongming hadn't experienced the thrill of spontaneous genital erection while fully conscious for a long time.
Without any historical reason or physiological defect, Chongming was simply a person who was particularly indifferent to sex. This kind of thing is much, much less likely to happen to men than to women. Some men with erectile dysfunction even want to take medicine to restore their virility, but Chongming seems to have a naturally low level of sex hormones. When it comes to naked female bodies, he only has the kind of artistic appreciation he has when looking at an oil painting.
Meng Lanjian leaned against him, her hot breath swirling around him. Before she could even speak, just sitting on him was enough to make him hard.
He might have even started aroused earlier, holding her soft body and feeling the difference in the suppleness of male and female bodies.
All of this caught Chongming completely off guard.
Deep down, he agreed with Lan Jian's "brother-sister theory." Although he was unwilling to admit it, he sometimes treated Lan Jian very much like he would treat Meimei.
One Wednesday during a meeting, Chongming was walking around the conference table to go to the restroom. Lanjian's seat was near the door. As he passed through the space behind her, she had clearly moved her chair to make way for him, but he still couldn't resist pushing Lanjian, chair and all, forward a little bit.
It felt so fun, like when I was little, teasing Meimei and pushing her on a swing. Ke Lanjian wouldn't say to him, "Brother, push her higher."
She would only move her chair in advance when Chongming returned and passed by again, dramatically sliding a long way. Chongming laughed at her for being tactful, and deliberately put his hand over her head, giving her a thumbs-up in front of her as a sign of praise.
—All these unintentional actions became irrefutable evidence when Lan Jian pointed out the awkwardness between the two of them as husband and wife.
Therefore, Chongming felt that his desires were dirty.
He pretended to regard Lan Jian as his sister in his heart.
He, however, had a beastly lust for her.
But she said those hurtful things in anger, telling him to "live like a widow for the rest of his life," and he did get anxious.
The moment she sat on his bulging crotch, all the blood in her body surged and roared down to his genitals. His desire was like a fish that had been craving a spring that was about to dry up. She cast her bait lightly, but he recklessly took the bait.
He's holding the bait in his mouth, too afraid to open it.
If he opens his mouth, she'll definitely try to lure him ashore.
But he didn't want to go to the shore; he only wanted to stay in the water.
Lan Jian was completely unaware of the complex and convoluted thoughts in Chongming's mind. She simply felt that her petals shouldn't close so easily. She wanted Chongming to press against her again with that eager, penetrating force, so that the nectar would flow out and nourish him.
"Lanjian, come down."
Chongming placed Lanjian on the bed, but her legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist, refusing to let go. He gently patted her buttocks, "Go to sleep."
"Even like this, you can still sleep?" Lan Jian finally looked up at him, her legs still crossed, her hands dangling, her mouth agape as if she could hang an oil bottle from it, her eyes stubbornly defiant, "I think you really want to protect... um!"
The soft lips were pressed down by the thumb.
Chongming stared at Lan Jian's bright red lips, released his thumb, turned his head, and kissed her.
However, they were obstructed.
Chongming cursed his own gentlemanly conduct for failing to achieve his goal, and for making such a fuss about his buffer!
"I have a cold!" Lan Jian quickly covered her mouth. She didn't want her first kiss with Chongming to become a carrier of the virus. "We can do anything except kiss."
"I don't want to do anything right now except kiss." Chongming lowered his head and kissed Lanjian's hand. He supported her entire weight with one hand, his breathing still steady. "You're not allowed to do anything either."
Even so, his five fingers, which were embedded in her buttocks, suddenly closed.
"Hmm..." Lan Jian murmured impatiently, "So what are you going to do?"
The questioning voice was more irritating than any coquettish taunt.
"I'll change your underwear for you," Chongming said, bending down and pulling Lanjian down onto the bed. The blankets were a little messy, but Chongming relaxed and found a corner of the blanket, pulling it up and covering Lanjian with it. He followed the familiar touch and touched Lanjian's waist again. The delicate skin beneath his palm trembled as it was placed in his hand. Chongming carefully removed Lanjian's underwear as if peeling an egg.
A thin, pure white sheet, edged with delicate lace.
"It's all wet."
At that moment, Chongming felt that he had reached the extreme of being hypocritical.
Because he kept saying that he didn't want to do anything except kiss.
With one hand, he rolled Lan Jian's underwear, which was wet with love fluid, into the pocket of his loungewear.
With his other hand, he maliciously inserted it between Lan Jian's legs.
@Chongming: Dou Yaozu, that bastard, has ruined my sense of male virtue T^T
@Lanjian: I've never seen a live sex show before! ^o^
@Author: Don't miss it! The old Taoist priest gives two beads for each calming ritual! No deception, young or old, the next chapter will feature pure Yang essence.
First broadcast!
@Dou Yaozu: All the information upstairs is fake!
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