It makes you want to go in even more if you're sandwiched between your legs.
"It makes me want to go in even more if I keep it between my legs."
25.
Christmas, which should have been filled with laughter and joy, ended on the toilet in Chongming.
As soon as he got home, he felt a churning in his stomach. He didn't know what strange ingredients his mother had added to the butterfly pea flower egg roll, but his stomach started to protest severely.
After Lan Jian helped him take his medicine, she lay down beside him and said with a smile, "I had a cold a few days ago, and you have an upset stomach today. We're just having a run of bad luck, aren't we?"
After emptying his stomach, Chongming sighed with regret, "It's such a pity about that pot of white fungus soup you cooked!"
His lingering enjoyment of the soup clearly indicated that it wasn't about the white fungus soup.
Lan Jian smiled and leaned in to give him a light peck on the lips. "How come I never noticed before that the 'enlightened monk' would react so strongly after breaking his vow of celibacy... Mmm!"
Chongming's counterattack was so fast that Lan Jian didn't even see his face clearly before the kiss landed.
Engaging in verbal battles in bed significantly increases the risk factor.
Meng Lanjian has started sleeping without a bra these past few days. Chongming's hand slipped under the hem of her pajamas, his fingertips roaming up from her waist until they touched the lower edge of her breasts.
Chongming pinched Lanjian's round breast, her nipple resting between his thumb and forefinger, the tip a beautiful, upward curve. Lanjian's breasts were very beautiful. Once, she wore a tight-fitting knit sweater that revealed her large breasts and slender waist. All day long, when she sat next to him, Chongming would unconsciously lean against the wall, trying to keep as far away from her as possible—because whenever she leaned closer to talk to him, his lowered gaze would be unconsciously distracted by her shapely breasts. He tried to restrain himself several times, but he couldn't resist the instinct to be attracted to "beautiful things."
So that's why, back then, she already held a subtle sexual attraction for him. Chongming belatedly recalled this, and unconsciously, the pressure on his hands as he kneaded her increased slightly.
"Mmm..." Lan Jian groaned, "Be gentle."
The location of the kiss had long since changed. Chongming's breath, hotter than his lips, brushed against Lanjian's skin through her collar. He opened his mouth and took her nipple into his mouth through her clothes. The erect nipple was poked haphazardly a few times by his tongue, then pressed down, nestled between his jaws. He wanted more, but the dry fabric hindered saliva production, so he slowly released her, looked up, and saw her biting her knuckles, frowning as she stared at him.
The moment their eyes met, another inescapable kiss followed, a final sprint.
Chongming covered his teeth with his lips, bit her fingertip, and pulled it away. She opened her mouth, and he took her tongue into his mouth.
Instead of suckling her nipple, this time his tongue was underneath, trapping her tongue between his palate, sucking and licking it. She let out a guttural sound from his kiss, a plea for mercy as she couldn't immediately reciprocate his passion.
Chongming also realized his madness.
The consequence of provoking a celibate person to break their vows is that you must unconditionally accept that the eyes that bow only to flowers have turned into lips that are bewitched by kisses.
Chongming thought despondently that his intensified greed was something she had actively provoked.
As he kissed her, her legs kept rubbing against the sheets. Was she planning to cum right in front of him? Chongming stepped back a few inches. Lan Jian's thick, long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were glistening with tears. He asked her, "Do you want to take them off?"
Her wet eyes looked back at him innocently, "If I take it off, will you help me wash it again?"
The day Lan Jian caught a cold and the two of them had sex, Chongming hand-washed her underwear for her. She woke up the next day...
Seeing her underwear still on, she almost thought she had just had a wet dream last night. It wasn't until Aunt Lian asked Lan Jian if there were any clothes in the bedroom that she went to check the shower room and couldn't find her underwear, that she saw the two pairs of underwear, one large and one small, hanging on the clothes rack on the small balcony outside the bedroom.
The dark-colored one was naturally Chongming's, and the white one was hers. This was the first time she had seen her own underwear hanging together with a man's. Especially since Chongming had washed her underwear; the feeling was so strange.
“Okay,” Chongming thought of the scene of masturbating with Lanjian’s panties that day. More than shame, he felt an indescribable satisfaction. He enjoyed the feeling of her wet panties covering him. “I’ll wash them for you.”
“Chongming…” Lan Jian bent her legs and found his hand under the blanket. She stuffed her underwear into his palm. “Is it not working again today?”
"Hmm..." He didn't dare to say it directly, afraid that he would have to run to the toilet again and ruin the atmosphere.
Lan Jian knew his concerns. She was tired from playing all day and didn't have much energy, so she chuckled, her soft body trembling slightly. "So, do you want to handle it yourself, or should I help you?"
She placed her hand on the bulge between his legs, waiting for his reply.
Chongming silently lowered his head, then opened his mouth again to suckle her breast, kneading it as he ate, while playing with the panties she offered him, but he didn't strip her naked—
Meng Lanjian is really wicked.
Normally, when he gives her a problem and she struggles with it, even though he knows she's racking her brains and still can't figure it out, he'll still politely ask, "Do you want me to give you a hint so you can solve it yourself, or do you want me to solve it for you directly?"
Now that they were in bed, she knew he was rock hard and about to burst, but she still wanted to retaliate. She asked him if he wanted her to take care of it himself or if she should help him.
Chongming grew angrier the more he thought about it, and in his anger, he pulled down both pairs of pants. He handed her the underwear he had taken off himself back to her palm, wrapped it around her fingers, grabbed her wrist, and, unusually forcefully, dragged her hand to his genitals. He was still sucking on her breasts, and he gave her a hard suck, saying, "Help me."
"ah!"
Lan Jian was completely captivated by his touch, and some of her juices overflowed, dripping down her buttocks onto the sheets. Following Chongming's movements, she grasped his hot, erect member, her legs itching to clamp him shut and let him in. Lan Jian rested her chin on the top of Chongming's head; finally, one day she could do that too.
"Chongming, let me help you pick it out, okay? Don't use your hands."
“No,” Chongming’s muffled voice came from under her neck. He was still licking her breasts, this time probing in through her cleavage, no longer through her clothes. “It’ll make me want to go in even more if you keep them close.”
"So what if we go in? I'm not afraid, why are you?"
Chongming didn't answer. He silently put his arm around Lanjian's waist and gently pinched it. Lanjian cried out sensitively, and her body involuntarily turned in his direction, so that she was leaning against him and being pulled into his arms. She felt something hard poking her buttocks. He was thrusting into her haphazardly again, without any rhythm.
Lan Jian spread her legs apart, reached back to reach his wicked thing, clamped the shaft between her thighs, and cupped the tip with her palms. She moved her hips back and forth, rubbing and soothing him.
In no time, he found the trick and began to thrust his hips against her lower body. His hands, which were around her waist, opened, and two fingers reached down to touch her clitoris, kneading it in rhythm with the back-and-forth movements.
He still held the soft mound of flesh on Lan Jian's chest in his hand, and he would occasionally grab it, as if he were getting used to the feel of it.
Lan Jian was touched all over by him, her whole body was squeezed and kneaded by him, so soft that she had no bones.
Chongming squinted, his genitals thrusting back and forth between her delicate legs. The exquisite touch, the burning friction, and the increasingly wet vulva all drew Chongming deeper into the moment.
"Lanjian," his breathing was filled with relief, "hold on tighter."
Lan Jian didn't hear him clearly, and only after he repeated himself did she frantically grope for her underwear, which she didn't know where she had thrown away. By the time she covered Chongming's tip with her own underwear, he was already ready to pounce.
"Squeeze tighter!" Chongming suddenly raised his voice.
Lan Jian's entire earlobe turned red from the heat, and she felt a powerful force shooting out from the fabric beneath her palm.
She trembled all over, but dared not loosen her grip.
One, two, three.
Lan Jian thought it was over and was about to pull away when Chongming's kiss landed on her rounded shoulder, reminding her with his last bit of clarity, "There's more."
On the fourth and fifth thrusts, because the underwear had been slightly loosened in Lan Jian's hands, it was no longer tightly wrapped but had formed a bulge. And because it was the final ejaculation, the force was great and the amount of semen was large. The semen sprayed violently onto the fabric, and some even splashed back onto his penis and Lan Jian's inner thighs.
"call--"
Chongming sighed.
He felt Lan Jian trembling, her juices splashing onto his burning shaft. He gently teased her labia, slowly inserting his fingers and thrusting a few times. Lan Jian cried out softly.
Her voice was melodious and clear, which made Chongming's half-erect penis, which had just finished ejaculating, start to erect again.
“Lanjian,” he spoke gently to her, trying to distract himself, “didn’t you mention Master Rutherford in the kitchen this evening?”
Meng Lanjian, engrossed in lust, had no interest in Chongming, this inexplicable Chongming.
"I remember that when he asked his students to do an experiment, he found that out of thousands of alpha particles emitted into the gold foil, one was scattered at an angle greater than 90 degrees. This overturned Thomson's plum pudding atomic model, which was also considered his teacher's model, and revealed the existence of the atomic nucleus."
Meng Lanjian felt his mind was overwhelmed by pleasure, leaving it blank, and he couldn't understand what he was saying at all.
But Chongming seemed completely unconcerned. "When he later mentioned this experiment, he often said, 'It's like you shoot a 15-inch cannonball at a napkin, and the cannonball bounces back and hits you.'"
"Look at what we just did, doesn't it look like we were doing this experiment?"
"Hmm..." Meng Lanjian couldn't hold back any longer. How could this person be talking about academics so seriously while his hands were frantically ravaging her flower bud? "Chongming, I'm going to come!"
At the moment when Chongming brought Lanjian to orgasm, she heard him seem to laugh. Immediately afterward, she melted into a pool of spring water, pouring over him.
After she took some time to regain her senses, she realized that he was really laughing, as his chest was pressed against her back and he kept trembling.
Chongming turned the person in his arms over. Her forehead was already damp with sweat, her soft hair clung to her temples, her eyes sparkled with allure, and her whole face was flushed. He couldn't help but kiss her again—
"Congratulations on completing a 'heavy particle experiment' with me."
"Junior sister."
He addressed it that way on purpose.
@Menglanjian: Talking academics in bed, how wild.
@Chongming: There are even wilder ones to come.
@Author: Just blame me for everything that goes wrong with the patriarch T3T
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