0068 The Half-Immortal's Play (Part 4) [H]
Shu Fu didn't know how to tell Zhan Yaoguang about her mission, so she carefully moved half an inch closer to him.
After hesitating for a long time, she slowly reached out and gently pressed her palm against his abdomen.
The boy froze on the spot. The candlelight was dim, the curtains cast shadows, and the girl's delicate nose was reflected in the brightest starlight, making her indescribably beautiful.
Shu Fu lowered her eyes, trying to focus her gaze on the back of her hand, leaving only the crescent-shaped curve of her white face for others to see.
"I see that you are moving slowly, young hero, as if you have an injury on your waist. I have some ointment at home that can heal sores. If you would not mind, I would like to give it to you."
Zhan Yaoguang stared at her profile for a long time until Shu Fu, impatient, pressed her palm down and gently nudged him. Only then did he snap out of his daze and slowly nod.
Shu Fu fumbled around his waist for a long time before finally finding the leather belt around his waist. After quickly untying it, she slipped her hand inside the slightly open hem of his clothes.
The girl's palms were soft and cool, forming a small mound under his clothes. She moved very slowly over his abdomen, her fingertips caressing the clear lines of his abdominal muscles. Her movements were sometimes light and sometimes heavy, but without any particular method. She pressed and rubbed, and wherever she touched, sparks flew, making it itch terribly.
She didn't know how long "younger" meant, and planned to count to sixty in her mind and then give up.
The boy felt a burning, tightness in his abdomen, and his temples were slightly damp with sweat. He even let out a groan in front of her.
Shu Fu blushed and looked up at him, threatening in a low voice, "Don't make any strange noises!"
Zhan Yaoguang's ears burned, realizing that her request was excessive. After enduring for a few breaths, she looked at her with bright eyes and pleaded, "I can't help it. Why don't you talk to me?"
Shu Fu glanced at him, still mentally calculating, and could only casually say, "I didn't use any force with my hand, so don't keep dodging me. You keep shrinking away, and it's not like this when you touch me..."
Zhan Yaoguang stared at her in astonishment, stumbled for a long time, and finally managed to come up with an excuse: "Your touch is completely haphazard, it's making me so itchy."
Shu Fu frowned, feeling as if she had been scolded. Feeling indignant, she stopped counting and slid straight down, determined to make him itch thoroughly.
By the time Zhan Yaoguang realized it, it was too late to stop it. The soft, smooth, and lustrous mound between his legs had already reached the edge of his trousers. After only a few moments, it pushed open the edge and slipped inside.
The boy's body trembled violently, and his back went numb.
Ignoring the surging pleasure and panting in his chest, he reached out to grab her wrist, but unexpectedly, Shu Fu acted first.
The girl looked up at him, her ears burning red: "You, how come you're already hard? I haven't done anything yet... It tells me to 'make it erect,' but you got it erect on your own. Does that mean I've done it?"
Just as Zhan Yaoguang was recovering from the rapid beating of her own heart, she heard her hesitant and bewildered question and suddenly had a mischievous idea.
The boy tilted his head and thought for a moment, then gave a playful smile and slowly uttered two words: "It doesn't count."
He gestured to her with his eyes: "Afu has to drink the penalty wine."
Shufu: "..."
The punishment I casually made up earlier has come back to haunt me so quickly.
She was a little embarrassed, but her hand rubbed the hot, long thing she couldn't see a few times, forcing the boy to cry out in pain before she pulled her hand back.
"What an unruly young man! He gets hard at the drop of a hat. He's not well-behaved at all. Humph."
She turned her back, no longer daring to use the tall, trembling cup that had just been heated, and instead chose a small, decorative gold saucer. She poured some wine from the exquisite silver pot and sipped it slowly.
While she was drinking, Zhan Yaoguang raised his hand and threw the dice again.
This time I got an eight.
He took off the eighth wooden plaque, glanced at it in his hand, and then stopped moving.
Shu Fu had drunk some wine and was quite tipsy. Seeing that Zhan Yaoguang remained silent for a long time, she leaned closer to look with him: "What does it say up there? Let me see..."
“'Yunniang and Hanyi were in the same room when Liangzhi’s younger cousin pushed open the door to enter. Yunniang quickly pulled Hanyi into the closet…'”
The more she read, the clearer her muddled thoughts became, so when she looked at the last sentence, she simply couldn't bring herself to say it.
—【However, the cabinet is narrow, and there is occasional contact between the skin and flesh. Please have your genitals bump against each other twenty times.】
After a few moments of silence in the tent, Shufu suddenly remembered that this was an even-numbered card, and there should be a side that belonged to her.
She flicked her wrist, immediately flipping it over, trying to see if there was any way to change the situation.
Unexpectedly, the superiors demanded that she be unable to resist with her limbs, but still have to resist verbally.
Before she could react, her earlobe suddenly felt a warmth: "Madam, don't move, someone's coming from outside."
Shu Fu's ears immediately turned bright red, and she quickly shrank back, her back suddenly pressing against the corner of the bed, perfectly fitting the cramped space on the card table.
Zhan Yaoguang leaned over as well, her gaze fixed on his face, her heart clenching as she felt her knees being pressed down by his palms, and then her legs being gently pulled apart, leaving a gap large enough for a person to pass through.
The boy slowly moved between her legs, the gap between them gradually shrinking until her legs were slightly bent and his knees were gently pressing against her groin.
The girl wore a light pink dress, soft and fluffy like a cloud, which covered the area where the two were intertwined, making it impossible for either of them to see what was under the dress.
But that small area was already damp and hot, and even before Zhan Yaoguang pressed down on her, she could clearly feel a tall, burning thing standing not far from her weak-kneed acupoint.
Zhan Yaoguang caught a glimpse of her tightly pursed lips, extended a finger and drew a circle in her sweaty palm, then pressed it firmly into the center of the circle.
"What are you doing?" Shufu asked, bewildered.
"If you feel shy, you can close your eyes."
Shu Fu almost subconsciously did as he said, but then she suddenly realized that if she really closed her eyes, he would see all her embarrassing moments.
—And she couldn't even look at him.
So she said, "I won't do it unless you close your eyes too."
The boy met her calm, flowing gaze, somewhat reluctant to look away, and casually made up a half-hearted lie: "I can't close my eyes, or I'll bump into something."
"Then I won't close it either."
Zhan Yaoguang stopped dwelling on the topic and instead said softly, "Then count them for me, and remember to tell me when they arrive."
Before Shu Fu could respond, something fiery struck her between her legs through her silk trousers. Her delicate vulva contracted slightly, and her inner spring water was immediately opened and spread, releasing a shivering love fluid.
Caught off guard, she let out a soft "hmm," a tingling, numbing pleasure shooting up her tailbone. Her knees instinctively tried to come together, but instead, they invariably wrapped around the lean waist of the young man before her.
The first time, he took advantage of her unpreparedness and attacked her without any reason.
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