I told you to call me that, not to call me "senior brother".
"I told you to call me that, not to call me senior brother."
54.
"What's wrong with you!" Meng Lanjian scolded in a soft voice, the end of her tone carrying a coquettish tone of feigned reluctance. "Why does it sound like I'm the one who's at a disadvantage?"
Chongming slightly raised her right leg to make it easier for him to squeeze into the flower bushes. "Suffering a loss is a blessing!"
Meng Lanjian's ears burned from what he said. "The 'blessing' of sexual 'bliss,' right..."
His long, slender fingers probed into her flower-like opening as she soaked in the hot spring. His fingers swelled in along with the warm water, and slippery, sticky nectar overflowed from her passage, only to be easily squeezed out by the man's wicked fingers in a few moments.
Lan Jian hated having his fingers inserted into her vagina, because they were too flexible and could touch her sensitive spots anywhere. The touch was also stiff, with the bony texture of his knuckles, always making her hold her breath, afraid that he would make her climax at any moment.
Chongming discovered unintentionally that she didn't actually dislike using fingers for foreplay; rather, she was too sensitive and afraid of being discovered by him, easily becoming aroused, so she always tried to avoid it. Even when he pressed her clitoris, she would twist her waist, squeeze her legs together, and let out a gush of vaginal fluid.
Today was a rare opportunity. She was soaking in the hot spring, and he put his fingers in with the water. The water softened his sharp edges, but it also brought a strange sense of emptiness to her heart.
Meng Lanjian, holding onto Chongming's arm, couldn't help but lift her left leg slightly, wanting to open her legs and wrap them around his waist to hurry him inside. Chongming, however, was still thinking about the rules of the game, reaching out to grab her ankle and pulling her down. Startled by this sudden attack, Lanjian couldn't help but let out a guttural sound—
"Um!"
His fingers had somehow slipped out, and she was shoved hard into the water. The buoyancy clashed with his force, and she uncontrollably lunged at his erect penis with her open vulva.
“Once,” Chongming counted in a low voice.
The water was too slippery, and Hua Xue was unable to swallow his hard object even once.
Lan Jian pressed down on his shoulders, wanting him to slowly enter, adjusting to her height. Chongming smiled faintly, supporting her waist, his large tip poking at the smooth inner thigh, pretending to be unsure of the spot, wandering around outside the flower bush.
"Are you going in or not?" Lan Jian pinched him, but his broad shoulders and back didn't offer any extra skin, and instead hurt her hand. "If you're not going in, let me soak in the hot spring properly, don't... um!"
Meng Lanjian, who managed to cover her mouth in time, didn't even care about the sudden invasion of her lower body. After covering her own mouth, she hurriedly covered Chongming's mouth, saying, "This doesn't count! Don't keep it!"
Chongming removed her hand, picked her up, and turned her around. "Fine, I'll let you off this time."
“You soak in the hot spring,” he said, closing his eyes to feel her flower, which was even warmer than the hot spring water, “and I soak inside your body.”
"Then I want to go to the middle," Lan Jian thought, as it would be easier for her to lift her leg and ring the bell whenever she wanted once she was in the middle.
Chongming knew perfectly well what was going on, but he didn't expose her. He carried her slowly toward the center of the hot spring pool.
His swollen penis stretched open her vagina, erect and thrusting into her honeyed nectar and hot spring, rippling the water, spreading out in circles, and then, with the new waves generated by his movements, pushing back towards the two people who were intertwined.
Meng Lanjian felt extremely uncomfortable with his legs being held by her. Full of rebellious spirit, and unafraid of falling in the water, she suddenly leaned back, intending to plunge into the water.
Even though Chongming knew that Meng Lanjian was just trying to scare him out of competitiveness, he still didn't want to risk putting her in any danger. He hurriedly tried to protect the back of her head, but the moment he let go, she raised her left leg, and water splashed out of the water with her fair toes. Her little foot emerged like a tender bamboo shoot, adorned with a string of golden bells like those of a small koi fish, tinkling merrily.
"1, 2, 3..."
Hearing her reciting numbers excessively, Chongming grabbed her ankle and pulled her into the water. Lan Jian nimbly twisted her waist, her bare, snow-white skin covered by long, flowing hair like seaweed, with water droplets clinging to the strands, reflecting tiny glimmers of light in the sunlight.
Chongming's firm chest was brushed against by her fragrant long hair, and he was somewhat addicted to her teasing, his thrusting movements becoming more forceful. Mist swirled around the hot spring pool, and Chongming saw Lanjian struggling, so he hurriedly turned his head. She was like a fish breaking through the calm water of a fairyland, leaping into the air, unwilling to follow him into the water.
Chongming turned her pointed chin and kissed her, then released his hand to grab her arm.
Lan Jian felt as if she were a bow held in his hand. He could draw her fully at any moment.
But the arrow wasn't on the string; it was being driven into her bullseye, one strike at a time, within her moist, warm body.
Lan Jian thus concealed her groans between her lips and teeth.
But Chongming didn't want to have a sleepless night.
He didn't crave the intimacy of tongues entwined; he preferred that she would open her lips because of him and let out those soft moans of satisfaction.
He leaned down and kissed the two coral-like tips of her high, rounded breasts, his hands still holding her slender ankles and the ribbons and bells wrapped around them.
Lan Jian lost herself in his caresses, her gaze hazy and unfocused as she stared at the top of his head, her vagina swallowing his breath and involuntarily contracting. The hot spring water was getting hotter and hotter for her. Suppressing her gasps, she discussed with Chongming, "Shall we go to the shore? It's too hot here."
"I'm about to burst from the heat," she added softly.
Chongming looked up and saw that her face was flushed and her lower body was wrapped around him tightly. He knew that she wasn't hot, but that the water in the Water Curtain Cave had been scalded by his thrusting and was about to gush out.
"If you're hot, I'll lift you up a bit."
He then released her ankles, tossing her high into the air, her breasts draped over his shoulders, while he buried his face between her full, soft breasts, breathing deeply and licking her cleavage with erotic passion. She was completely suspended in the air, her long hair falling to obscure their faces. The hard object that had filled her so completely was gone, and a sudden emptiness washed over her. She moaned softly, "Mmm, Chongming..."
"twice."
"Put me down."
"Didn't you say it was too hot?"
"It's not that I think you're hot."
Chongming chuckled, "Am I not hot?"
Lan Jian's face turned red with anxiety. "I was almost there when you suddenly appeared! You're so mean!"
"Then call out to me, and I'll go back in."
Her body was firmly held in his palm, Lan Jian's left foot dangling a bell, her moans more urgent than the clear sound of the bell, "Mmm, Chongming, Senior Brother... I feel uncomfortable!"
Chongming slowly lowered her a few inches, and his lower body also squeezed in a few inches. He stopped going in until she cried out again.
Lan Jian had no choice but to continue whispering in his ear, controlling her volume as she said softly, "Just go all the way in, let me climax, okay? Ah, it's so hot... Senior brother, senior brother!"
She seemed to have gotten addicted to calling him "senior brother." Chongming knew her perverse sense of humor; she was trying to blackmail him in various ways. If he didn't go all the way in, she would make a scene and attract attention, letting others know what the two of them, senior and junior, were doing in the hot spring.
“Meng Lanjian,” Chongming began to thrust violently, “I want you to call me that, not to call me senior brother.”
“But calling me ‘Senior Brother’ works!” Lan Jian slyly curled his lips. “Look at you, you can’t help yourself as soon as you hear me call you ‘Senior Brother’.”
really.
Separated by only a wall are familiar classmates and friends. On the surface, they are senior and junior students in the same laboratory, but they are soaking naked in the same pool, intertwined and entangled together.
Blame it on the bright red ribbon tied to her feet, the melodious bells, and the alluring look in her eyes when she turned to look at him. He shed all his pride and reserve, and wanted to be intimate with her.
"Senior brother, um!"
A bone-chilling, tingling sensation spread throughout Lan Jian's body. She collapsed onto Chongming, her wet hair clinging to her temples, her slightly swollen lips opening and closing like a fish blowing bubbles. She was too weak to even lift her legs, and Chongming carried her to the shore. Once on the shore, Chongming bent down and continued to thrust into her forcefully, her legs pinned to his shoulders, the bell on her left foot ringing out again.
Chongming didn't mind the noise, letting her feet hang behind his neck, clanging with the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Chongming, no, be gentle... the bell will be heard!"
"Why aren't you calling me 'Senior Brother' anymore?" Chongming narrowed his eyes. "Weren't you calling me that so happily just now?"
As they spoke, Lan Jian was moved to a different position and penetrated from behind. She had long since lost count of how many times the bells on her ankles rang.
But she knew that Chongming must have waited until he counted to her tenth moan before changing positions and letting the bell bump against him.
Undeterred, she asked him again, "Did you count?"
"Since you have such leisure time, why don't you help me count?" Chongming whispered in her ear, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "I'll shoot in a few times later."
"You..." Meng Lanjian's mind raced, calculating the weekdays on the calendar on the refrigerator in Shen Huali's home, "Did you just take your medicine ahead of time?"
"I ate as soon as I got back to my room."
"So you had it all planned out from the beginning, um, you wanted to go to the hot springs with me today~ uh!"
“Of course,” Chongming said, untying the red ribbon tied around her anklet underwater. The bells on her anklet were washed away by the flowing hot spring water. He held one end of the red ribbon and placed the bells, which were originally meant for blessings, on the shore. “Cheese Week is the shortest week of the month.”
When Lan Jian heard him call her by her name for the first time during her fertile period, she felt a strange sweetness in her heart. She cooperated with his thrusting movements, her inner walls contracting and tightening, making his breathing become increasingly rough with pleasure.
"Ah, it's in!" Lan Jian exclaimed in a low voice, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5... 6!"
As Chongming listened to her recount the numbers, he felt a tingling pleasure run down his spine and ejaculated his thick, white semen deep inside her.
After a while, Chongming withdrew from behind Lanjian.
"Do you think we'll ever be able to look at food the same way again and never dare to eat it again?" Lan Jian asked, digging out the sticky fluid he had ejaculated inside her while soaking in the water. "You ejaculated so much!"
"It's been so long since I've had an inside ejaculation. It feels so good to be in the water without a condom." Chongming murmured, kissing Lanjian's forehead. "You started this whole thing yourself, and now it's too late to regret it."
"Hmph!" Lan Jian scooped up a handful of hot spring water and splashed it on Chongming's face. "You feel good now, but the water you splashed on me hurts!"
Chongming was startled. He reached down and gently touched the two soft petals to comfort them. "Does it hurt here?"
Lan Jian squinted and made some moaning sounds. She playfully pushed him a few times, then stopped. "I'm always on edge doing it here. Let's go to the room?"
Chongming returned a handful of clear water to her, saying, "We can't waste the medicinal effects, right?"
Lan Jian looked at his serious face, smiled with her eyebrows curved, and splashed the water back at him without backing down.
The two frolicked in the splashing water, completely unaware of Zhuang Huiting's warning cough from the next room.
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