Replace it with the mouth?
"Change to the mouth?"
20.
"ah!"
Chongming's hand didn't just reach in; it suddenly pierced through.
But he kept the depth to a minimum, only inserting two finger joints.
Even so, it still startled the inexperienced Meng Lanjian.
Stimulated by the finger between her labia, her body involuntarily arched upwards. Her buttocks arched back, while her chest and abdomen arched like a small bridge. She was still covered by a blanket, which fell to the lower edge of her breasts with the movement, revealing her erect nipples, pointing high towards the ceiling and Chongming's face.
Chongming craned his neck and bowed his head, his cheek pressed against Lanjian's breasts through the thin fabric of his clothes.
"Hmm, Chongming..." Lan Jian called out, and Chongming stopped what he was doing. His furry head was pressed against her, his expression restrained as if he was about to rub against her, and even the finger that was inside her stopped moving. "I don't like fingers."
The unfamiliar sensation of foreign objects intruding, the stiff joints scraping against her inner walls, did not make her feel comfortable.
"So, how did you get it before?" Chongming could sense her body's instinctive resistance, and he carefully considered his words.
Lan Jian naturally assumed he was asking how she would handle it herself, and bit her lip shyly, saying, "Cross your legs."
"?"
Chongming's hand, still inside Lanjian's lips, was caught in a dilemma. He assumed she would need to hold his penis between her legs to pull it out, since Lanjian had had boyfriends before. But if he let her hold him between her legs, he feared... he would lose control.
Ultimately, he never intended to take his pants off in front of her today.
"Or try holding it in your mouth for a while longer. If it's really uncomfortable," Chongming said slowly, as if after careful consideration, "should we switch to our mouths?"
Mouth?
Was he planning to perform oral sex on himself?
No... she hasn't kissed his lips yet.
Lan Jian had always downplayed her desires, and her relationship with her ex-boyfriend hadn't progressed smoothly for some reason. The last time she masturbated was half a year ago. She watched a female-oriented adult film out of boredom, and she was mesmerized by the passionate French kiss between the male and female leads. With Chongming's aloof and handsome face in her mind, she squeezed the corner of the blanket between her legs, twisted her waist, and wet the sheets.
Lan Jian actually really likes kissing.
I enjoy watching kisses, especially the feeling of lips and tongues battling and saliva mingling, rather than the repetitive piston-like movements.
She longed for Chongming's kiss, but didn't want it to happen so easily.
Just imagining kissing Chongming made Lan Jian's inner walls unconsciously suckle at his fingers, a shy yet alluring gesture. She gently twisted her waist, trying to adjust to the angle of Chongming's protruding knuckles. Chongming knew she was aroused. He rotated his fingers, circling her inner walls once, and seeing that she no longer showed obvious discomfort, he inserted another finger, probing and digging together.
Lan Jian bit the back of her hand, a tingling sensation building up near her tailbone. She could no longer bite down on the soft flesh on her hand and let out soft moans.
"ah……"
Finally, the love juices gushed out, soaking Chongming's palms.
Chongming glanced at Lanjian, who was panting heavily after being satisfied. He hadn't done anything, yet her face had turned so red.
He took from the bedside table
She grabbed some tissues, quickly wiped Lan Jian dry, and then hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom.
Chongming pulled the wet white underwear out of his pocket.
The wet patch on the fabric spread out like the marks he used to leave on the sheets after nocturnal emissions.
But this is Meng Lanjian's love fluid.
It carried a peculiar scent, as if enticing him, releasing his sex hormones in response.
Chongming sat on the toilet, his pants bunched up at his ankles, his long-suppressed erection finally released. He wrapped the tip with the damp cloth and began to stroke the shaft rapidly with his hand.
The soft fabric, like her delicate little mouth below, enveloped him; her scent searched for him, demanding he hand over everything. He was like a sinner with his mouth sealed, straining so hard he wanted to tear the fabric apart.
A tingling sensation began to creep into his lower back, and an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over him. Chongming squinted, recalling the seductive way Lan Jian had swayed her hips, biting her lip to meet his fingers. His movements quickened and intensified; he gripped Lan Jian's underwear tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline, and pulled it down forcefully—
"Um!"
They all shot out.
His glans, covered by her wet panties, ejaculated all his semen onto that wet patch.
Two liquids of different consistency flowed stickily into the pure white underwear.
It seemed as if it had already merged with her real breasts.
This liberating feeling filled Chongming's entire body. He realized that desire wasn't nonexistent, but rather buried too deep. The method he couldn't unleash before was now being used by someone who sat in his lap, luring the wild beast out of its cage. Only then did he understand what it meant to "taste the marrow and know the flavor".
So refreshing.
Chongming turned on the shower, and the cool water washed over his body. He took a deep breath to calm his burning heart.
Lan Jian developed a fever in the middle of the night.
Chongming held her as she slept. Her temperature was high, and it felt increasingly hot to the touch, which is when Chongming realized something was wrong. He stayed up all night trying to lower her fever, and by dawn, her fever had subsided, but he had to go to the lab to move bricks.
Chongming was worried, so he asked his housekeeper, Aunt Lian, to come to Senjing No. 1 to take care of Lanjian personally. Aunt Lian would report Lanjian's situation to Chongming every two hours. In the afternoon, in the video sent by Aunt Lian, Lanjian was already playing the game of Animal Chess against the computer on the beanbag chair in the game room.
Chongming: "Aunt Lian, don't let her play for too long. I'll be home by six."
Aunt Lian: "Okay, I'll make dinner for you, so you can eat when you get back."
Chongming thanked him and, before returning to Senjing that evening, went to buy red bean cakes. They had all four flavors; as soon as he arrived home, Lanjian came out after smelling the aroma.
"Wow! That's great, we get red bean cakes!" Lan Jian sometimes really is like a puppy, circling around Chongming. "I like the sweet potato and taro ones, you and Aunt Lian can share the cream and red bean ones!"
Chongming, however, was not so easily swayed by her. He raised his arm and called out into the kitchen, "Aunt Lian, can Lanjian eat anything made with taro?"
Chongming was too tall. Lan Jian put one hand on his shoulder and jumped up slightly, but still couldn't reach him.
"No, no!" Aunt Lian rushed out of the kitchen, her hands still wiping water droplets from her apron. "Taro is a 'heaty' food, the patient can't eat it."
"Did you hear me?" Chongming did it on purpose. He took away the taro paste one and gave the red bean one to Lanjian. "The cream one might be sticky, I'll eat it for you. The red bean one is yours."
See, you can still eat two.
Lan Jian dejectedly pushed the red bean one towards him, "If you don't want the red bean one, then I'll just have the sweet potato one."
"Oh Chongming, you shouldn't spoil your wife like this. She's sick and you still buy so much to make her crave it." Aunt Lian smiled and took the taro-flavored pastry from Chongming. "Okay, I'll take this and eat it on the way. I've already set dinner on the table for you. Eat it while it's hot. I'm leaving now."
Lan Jian was ill, so Chongming didn't want to keep Aunt Lian for dinner. He saw her off in a taxi, and when he went upstairs, the red bean cake on the table had burst open and had been tampered with.
Chongming caught Lanjian, who had slipped into the game room unattended, and brought her to the dining room to supervise her eating properly. After Lanjian finished her soup and was sweating profusely, she said indifferently, "I think the red bean filling in the red bean cakes isn't sweet enough."
"The owner of this shop is famous for his not-too-sweet red bean cakes." Chongming ate the red bean cake she had broken apart as usual. "If you want sweet red bean paste, buy some dorayaki."
“I don’t like that kind of sweetness.” Lan Jian shook her head. “Last time Guan Shaoxiao went to Japan for a conference, the souvenirs he brought back were all sickeningly sweet. I kept the pretty Disney cookie boxes and gave the rest to Han Li to eat.”
Han Li.
Upon hearing this name, Chongming felt somewhat dazed.
After Lan Jian and Han Li got together, Lan Jian went to do her internship. Chong Ming took care of his family matters and then joined the wave of conferences around the world. Apart from the assignments he gave her every now and then to help her keep up with her progress, the two communicated much less than when she was in the lab.
On the contrary, before she started dating, he would often hear her mention this name.
"Is Han Li going to join the army soon?"
Chongming followed up on Lanjian's words. He still remembered the scene when Lanjian told him about her breakup; at that time, he was just her senior. Not long had passed, and he had already gone from being her senior colleague at the same desk to her husband sharing a bed.
"Yes, the Monday after next."
Chongming sensed a hidden meaning in Lanjian's words, "Do you want to see him off?"
Upon hearing this, Meng Lanjian, who had been eating with her head down, suddenly raised her head. She was still ill, her lips were pale, and her bright and elegant features appeared somewhat lackluster.
"Guan Shaoxiao will go; he asked me if I'm going."
"So, do you want to go?" Chongming paused for a moment. "Or would you like to ask for my opinion?"
Lan Jian fell silent for a moment, then said, "I'll think it through myself before making a decision. Asking you will only complicate things."
Because I don't know whether I'm asking you as a "junior sister" whether I should attend another lab student's enlistment ceremony, or as a "wife" whether you agree to let me send my ex-partner, with whom I broke up, enlist.
Chongming is well aware of Lanjian.
There was no need to continue the conversation. He put a slice of water bamboo shoot on her plate and said, "Eat more vegetables, get better soon, and I'll take you out to play this Sunday for Christmas."
Lan Jian suddenly smiled, "Did you know I'm spending Christmas Eve with Guan Shaoxiao and the others tomorrow, and that's why you thought of spending Christmas with me on Sunday?"
"I don't know." Chongming vehemently denied that he had listened to Ma Yue and that big-mouthed man rambling on for half the day.
"Really?"
"Boiled."
"..."
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