You've soaked the gun barrel with your spray.
"You've soaked the gun barrel with your spray."
63.
A warm, large hand covered most of Lan Jian's face.
The person behind her covered her tightly, his palm pressed against her soft lips. He used only four fingers of his palm, like nailing an iron plate, to completely block her exit.
His thumb was like a patrolling ship, tracing her eyelids, lightly touching her eyelashes, and outlining her brow bone.
The worst part was that his hand movements were half gentle and half violent, and his hard, bulging lower body, like a pistol still in its sheath, rubbed heavily against her buttocks under the stiff fabric of her training uniform. Her buttocks were burning from his rubbing, and from the lush pubic hair between her legs, a trickle of spring water welled up and soaked the light-colored sheets beneath her.
Lan Jian couldn't speak, so he could only use body language to stop Chongming.
Unfortunately, before she could make a move, Chongming pressed his shoulder against the lower edge of her shoulder blade. Her arm, raised to an angle, was crushed and dissipated by his pressure, leaving her with no room to resist. He lay on top of her like an arched bridge, completely covering her; yet his breath brushed against her bare skin, sometimes close, sometimes distant.
Lan Jian's eyes began to blur, becoming moist.
I love it.
I love the feeling of being hit by his wetness even before I've entered.
It was as if he had returned to the time before they truly entered into a relationship and became one. He endured and suppressed his desires, not daring to be unrestrained or to indulge in sexual intercourse with her.
What later ruined this beautiful, ambiguous relationship, leading them to a passionate one in bed, but a submissive one off the bed regarding things they cared about but dared not express?
Lan Jian narrowed his eyes—he stepped back, and she was pinned between the legs by his knee.
It felt so good. The trembling labia were pressed against the patella, like a sponge soaked with water, gripping the convex bottom of a bowl. The bottom of the bowl was hard and angular, but the sponge gently pressed against and wiped it, fitting perfectly.
Do you like it?
He asked.
Lan Jian remained silent, neither nodding nor shaking her head.
He released her lips from under her nose, his hand tracing down her neck, past her sharp collarbone, her squeezed breasts, his palm rubbing against her already erect nipples. Further down, he used the base of his thumb to support the lower edge of her breasts, forcing her entire upper body to lift slightly. The feeling of being drawn taut like a bow was rekindled, only now there was no arrow on the bowstring, but rather a gun in his mouth, yet to be pulled.
The menacing gun barrel, burning with an unusual heat, pressed against her legs. She was naked beneath him, yet he, fully clothed, relentlessly tormented her with his cold, stiff training trousers.
Chongming patiently and gently patted Lanjian's buttocks. He continued to fondle her buttocks and mons pubis from behind, but he did not take off his pants or insert his fingers to explore.
After only a few pats, a dark water stain appeared on his training pants.
He felt as if his entire trousers were about to be soaked by the passionate Meng Lanjian.
But she remained silent.
Like a clam whose two shells cannot be pried open, leaving only a slit, it traps the translucent pearl and the soft, moist clam meat under the solid shell, yet the juices inside keep overflowing, nourishing the pearl and the clam meat.
Chongming was determined to temper Meng Lanjian's temper today. Even though his penis was so hard it was about to burst through his training pants, and the fabric at the tip was so tight it hurt him, he didn't take it off and insert it—that was fair.
He wanted to torment both her and himself.
Ever since Lan Jian had a big fight with Chong Ming in bed last time, she suddenly lost all pleasure in sex.
That night after their argument, the two still slept in the same bed. Lan Jian, exhausted from the rapid cooling of his body after excessive physical excitement, lost interest in figuring out what it meant to "live a good life together from now on."
But Chongming seems to take this saying very seriously. He greets Lanjian with a "good morning" as soon as he opens his eyes, gets up to make breakfast, and before leaving, he affectionately kisses her forehead…
Lan Jian felt uncomfortable with his earnest, "obligatory" way of keeping his promise. She felt that Chongming shouldn't be like this.
Sometimes she wondered, do all people just act like idiots?
When she first learned that Xue Xiang had asked her to change seats, she felt a pang of sadness and almost cried. But in the days following their argument, facing Chongming's unusually affectionate behavior, she found herself wanting to avoid the seat even more appealing.
This place is absolutely wonderful.
Even writing the mock qualification exam practice questions he created felt more comfortable than sitting with him.
She thought sex would break the ice between them, but when Chongming embraced her and began thrusting in the most traditional position, not a single spark of passion ignited within her. All she wanted to do was hide.
Her physical surrender to him stemmed from an instinctive desire to indulge herself and make her body feel better. But her silence, to avoid uttering hurtful words, was a self-reproach and admonition from Lan Jian to her own soul.
Meng Lanjian was such an extreme person. He would either say hurtful things and then apologize out of guilt, or he would choose to remain silent and indifferent.
She didn't want to clash with Chongming anymore, but she couldn't think of a good way to balance her own needs with the effort she had to give in return.
Even today.
Chongming began to force her to respond.
He attacked her from behind, but didn't penetrate her. He even slapped her buttocks, just like the night they argued, gently patting her, following the rhythm of his thrusts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the last eight beats being slow.
He stopped and ceased moving.
"If I were the kidnapper and you were my hostage, what would it take for me to put down my gun?" Chongming still held Meng Lanjian down, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, binding her tightly. "Now the gun is at your throat again."
Her vital point is naturally her acupoint.
"I don't know," Lan Jian said with difficulty, as if she had crossed a great bridge in her heart, "but I will not surrender."
“Then I’ll kill her.” Chongming grabbed the hem of her skirt, the pearl-white silk flowing with light. He applied force with both hands at the same time, and the sound of tearing silk came from above her spine. “I’ll give you one last chance. If you don’t surrender, how do you want me to put down my gun?”
Suddenly, Meng Lanjian mustered all her strength and crawled out from under Chongming. Taking advantage of his bent elbow, she chopped him down with a chop. As he lay on the mattress, she quickly sat on his waist and strangled his neck with her elbow.
—This is a self-defense technique taught by the Chongming Church's Lanjian branch during a preaching session in the mountains. In the evenings, when they had nothing to do and could not be alone in the same room, they practiced it.
"Then I will fight back and force you to surrender."
Meng Lanjian finally smiled in bed, something he hadn't done in a long time.
However, this fleeting pleasure vanished instantly when Chongming locked her kneeling legs beside his waist with his legs twisted behind her back.
His shinbone pressed heavily and hard against her calf, turning her from an active to a passive position, and leaving her unable to move.
"Chongming!" Lan Jian got angry, and the arm around his neck tightened its grip. "If you're so shameless, you might as well just flip me over!"
"Very well, I shall comply."
Chongming was still able to speak. He calmly grabbed the fabric around Lanjian's waist, loosened his legs, and with a skillful pull and push of his wrists, Meng Lanjian instantly fell backward onto the bed.
Chongming gave her no more chances to struggle and escape. He simply knelt down on either side of her waist, trapping her between his legs, and looked down at her.
"You're no longer a hostage; you're now the junior sister who betrayed our sect, and I'm here to issue a warrant for your arrest."
You're addicted to cosplay, aren't you?
Meng Lanjian thought to himself, "I'm so annoyed."
"Junior sister, apologize to your senior brother, and your senior brother will not shoot."
Why is it still this same gun?
Lan Jian closed her eyes, her expression defiant and unwilling to be humiliated. "What if I don't admit it?"
"Then I'll have to draw my gun."
After all that effort, the gun still wasn't drawn.
"Senior brother, you should just kill me." That statement was indeed true.
"Junior sister, how could I bear to let you die?" Chongming said as he pulled down his training pants, his movements somewhat hasty as he squeezed them into Lanjian's wet and slippery opening. "Senior brother didn't load any bullets."
Oh, you took your medicine.
"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you." Meng Lanjian said lightly, but her little mouth below was biting Chongming tightly. She hadn't been aroused for too long, and today Chongming's gentle, teasing thrusts had aroused her craving. She felt much more comfortable following his guidance.
“Junior sister, you’re sometimes stubborn but soft-hearted.” Chongming pinched Lan Jian’s chin and kissed her for a while before continuing, “Master told me yesterday that he’s different from your grandmaster. Your grandmaster doesn’t object to relationships within the sect, but he…”
He had witnessed too many fellow disciples break up and reunite, leading to the decline of the sect. He didn't want us to suffer the same fate, which is why he forced us to separate.
Chongming brought up the matter of changing seats in this way... Lan Jian was a little dazed.
"Hmm!" Seeing Lan Jian's dazed expression, Chongming bumped her hard, pulling her back to her senses. She teased, "Senior brother, I've just changed locations and used rudimentary methods to forge steel. Why are you so eager to take up arms and compete with me?"
"Because you're stupid." Chongming started to intensify Lanjian's words again. "No one in the sect has ever seen through the relationship between you and me. Master only made some wild guesses and made you lose your composure. Whether it's true or not, he's happy to see you sever ties with me on the surface."
That old fox, Xue Xiang!
Meng Lanjian wanted to speak, but Chongming cut her off, "Junior sister, you are young, so it's fine for you to be a little reckless in the sect. But you and I are having an affair, and you want to run away with me without telling me. Isn't that betraying the sect?"
They've started having secret affairs, and Lan Jian started rolling her eyes inwardly. When will this charade ever end? How can he talk and fuck her without even taking a deep breath?
"Does betraying one's senior brother count as betraying one's sect?"
"The 'shi' in 'shixiong' (senior brother) and the 'shi' in 'shimen' (master sect) have the same meaning." He paused for a moment. "So you still know that you betrayed your senior brother?"
"It was my fault for leaving without saying goodbye, but my senior brother is not just my senior brother. I only want to have him all to myself."
Finally, she said it. Meng Lanjian breathed a sigh of relief.
"Junior sister."
"Um?"
"Senior brother has never seen a junior sister more stupid than you."
"Then go ahead and shoot, senior brother." It's better to die than not, since we're out of bullets anyway.
"Junior sister, don't force your senior brother." Chongming began to slow down the pace, and the interlude began to lengthen. "Your senior brother really has to load the gun."
Even if you want to take court now, I can't stop you. Lan Jian trembled and shrank her inner walls, even her lower abdomen began to quiver slightly, oh, it's over...
"Why did you spray water, junior sister?" Chongming chuckled. "You've soaked the gun barrel."
...
"Senior brother, no! Senior brother!" Before the afterglow of Lan Jian's breath had faded, Chongming began to thrust violently again. Unable to withstand this storm of attacks, she murmured and begged for mercy, "I can't take it anymore!"
As Chongming listened to her soft screams, all his pent-up desires coalesced at that moment. It felt so good, so incredibly good. She would bite and suckle him, twist her waist and sway, moan and cry out in ecstasy—this was the sex he craved.
"Junior sister, junior sister," he began calling her name repeatedly, "I'm going to shoot."
"Mmm, shoot it in, senior brother, oh no, I'm going to die!"
"Junior sister, in this lifetime, I will only ever be your senior brother."
Bang--
The bullet ricochets off its trajectory, enters the moist and warm tunnel, and rushes into the deepest target area.
And this battle without gunfire came to an end as the firing path reached its destination.
Chongming killed the rambling, unpredictable Meng Lanjian.
And Menglanjian was reborn under his intense and surging irrigation.
After a long while, Chongming picked up Lanjian. His semi-erect penis hadn't completely slipped out of her vagina. He let her lean on his shoulder to catch her breath. He pinched her flushed cheeks; they felt so soft. He wished he could take a bite.
But he couldn't bear to, so he kissed her once, then kissed her again.
Lan Jian blushed at his kiss and tried to dodge, but was then pressed against the back of his head and their lips and tongues clashed again.
"I promised my junior sister that I would only have one junior sister from now on." Chongming gently wiped away the remaining glistening saliva from her lips, his movements tender and his tone gentle as water. "And what about my junior sister?"
His eyes sparkled with starlight, filled with a burning and bright anticipation.
Unable to utter any vows of eternal love, Meng Lanjian replied, "I find my senior brother quite charming, so I suppose he must be the same."
"Senior brother is not charming."
"But my senior brother is my green mountain."
Chongming, the senior brother named Dingyue, finally beamed with joy.
@Author: The target shooting competition has officially ended. The winner is—
(Now that we've talked it out, things have really gotten sweet again. Are you all satisfied?)
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