0085 Spring Outing (Part 5) [H]
Before she could finish speaking, Zhan Yaoguang held the white porcelain jar above her chest. The cool liquid condensed into a silver thread, dripping into her white silk bodice and flowing into the gap between her two small breasts.
Shufu's breathing slowed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she watched as he reached out a hand, which landed precisely between her breasts.
"...It's in the wrong place, it's not here. I'll move it, just bear with it."
The boy's warm palms separated her breasts, without deliberately kneading or pressing either one. But his palms were so hot that he simply pushed the liquid away, causing a faint warmth to rub against the edges of her breasts.
Her heart melted, but she clearly understood that he was doing it on purpose.
Although Zhan Yaoguang was very good at using his handsome face to pretend to be innocent, he was still young and there were some things he couldn't hide.
He used to be shy, his face and ears would turn red easily, but at this moment she clearly saw his Adam's apple bob slightly.
"Did you just swallow?" Shu Fu blinked her eyelashes and asked.
Zhan Yaoguang's tense nerves jolted, and his hand movements immediately became chaotic. He moved slightly to the side, and the piece of breast he touched was shaken so much that it rippled with white waves.
“…I didn’t.” Zhan Yaoguang denied it.
But only he himself knew in his heart that he couldn't avoid it no matter how hard he tried.
The silk blouse was already very light and thin, and the jasmine water poured on it was cool, refreshing, and clear, melting the fabric so that it felt almost weightless. The two tender nipples on her breasts were then immersed in the oily, transparent fabric, revealing their deep red color.
Although she pointed it out, he still couldn't bear the dryness in his throat. He turned his head and took a few breaths before reaching out to gently cup the edges of her breasts.
He pressed his fingertips against the skin below his collarbone, gently rubbing and pushing it to ease the soreness in the skin. At the same time, he placed his palm on the edge of her breast, pressing his fingertips to the sides, his palm, moistened with fragrant liquid, intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her breast.
Shufu's eyes welled up with tears, and she quickly turned her head away, refusing to look at him again.
Zhan Yaoguang knew she had turned her face away, and felt inexplicably dissatisfied. He wanted her to look back at him even more, so he loosely covered her breasts with his palm, not holding them firmly, but just touching the edge with his fingertips, and lightly warming the girl's sensitive nipples with the warmth of his palm.
"Mmm..." A warm, pleasurable sensation flowed out rapidly, and she moaned as he had expected, but she never looked at him again.
Zhan Yaoguang's lips tightened slightly. In a flash of inspiration, he pinched up the soft flesh of her breast and gently lowered it. Her breast rippled outwards, and her nipple brushed against his knuckles, becoming even more engorged and erect.
Shu Fu's cheeks flushed instantly, almost fainting from his wanton behavior. Before she could say anything, his fingertips pressed against her tender nipple, stroking it while gently pressing it into her white breast.
"Ah—" Her chin lifted in response, a heat emanated from between her legs, and she involuntarily folded her legs together.
A slight, tingling sensation rushed through her, and when she came to her senses, Shu Fu glared at him angrily: "You touched me on purpose! What kind of massage is this?"
Zhan Yaoguang stopped what she was doing, glanced at her, and said in a surprisingly self-righteous tone: "Why doesn't it count? When I was on my way to find that Hu Ji sister's place, I overheard her telling a few other women that any massage that makes the customer feel comfortable counts as a massage... Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
His eyes were bright and clear, unwavering, as if he were perfectly upright, but his five fingers were already firmly covering her breasts, her nipples gently nibbling at his palm, making her feel quite tense and numb.
Shu Fu stared at him for a while, then suddenly picked up a few strands of her hair and covered her eyes with them in a self-deprecating manner, as if she wouldn't be herself if she couldn't see him: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt!"
Upon hearing her words, Zhan Yaoguang's eyes lit up with a restless energy. She poured some jasmine water into her palm and applied it to her chest.
The liquid was cool and moisturizing, and he meticulously moisturized every inch of his chest.
His expression was very serious, unlike the messy kneading he had done before during serious sexual encounters.
His movements were slow at this moment. His palms moved to his armpits and pushed his breasts together. When he loosened his grip, the breasts rippled downwards, but he caught them in time and gently kneaded and rubbed the base of his breasts. He felt a soft, sore sensation in his chest that was indescribably comforting.
His fingers were long and slender, and even without deliberately stimulating her nipples, he would still accidentally brush against them several times, causing a slight itch to run through her tender, delicate tips.
Shu Fu was almost dizzy from her own heartbeat, her whole body went limp, and she felt like she had become a cloud or a wad of cotton, being squeezed and pressed, with the sound of water mixed in between, and her breathing was intermittent and disordered, all of which were now blurred together. She even unconsciously pushed her nipples towards his fingers, just hoping that he would squeeze them a little harder.
The boy finally noticed her subtle rubbing and, as she wished, pinched the soft tip with two fingertips.
"Mmm..." Shu Fu couldn't take it anymore and suddenly groaned.
Zhan Yaoguang did not stop. He raised his fingertips and, as if kissing the red bead, began to rub and circle it.
She recalled the feather that had teased Tangyuan, but this time it had grown on her heart, its tiny tip wickedly drilling into her nipple, causing a tingling, warm sensation that spread from her chest to her abdomen, and then tangled into the wetness between her legs.
Previously, Shu Fu hadn't thought her breasts were particularly sensitive, at most providing some minor pleasure. But at this moment, she realized how wrong she was. A massive wave of pleasure washed over her, and she even involuntarily propped herself up, letting the soft, snow-white mounds of flesh cover her hands with her own.
The boy's heart skipped a beat. Even though he was somewhat prepared, she still caught him off guard for a moment. His fingers instinctively pressed down and closed, embedding themselves into the soft flesh of her breasts. The softness under his palm was astonishing.
"ah--"
The moment he gripped her tightly, a warm sensation spread through her groin, and a gush of hot fluid suddenly shot out from her vagina, making her feel as if she were dying.
The girl's flushed cheeks caught Zhan Yaoguang's eye, so his hand, which had been resting on her snowy breasts, moved downwards, parting her soft, powerless legs, and finally stopping at the edge of her vulva, which was steaming with sweet, hot breath.
Shu Fu tucked her knees together, feeling dizzy with tension. She opened her eyes and looked out the window. Wild birds were perched on branches, and the dim twilight sky was fragmented, with patches of yellowish light.
As my mind wandered, a finger touched the sole of my leg. I followed the small opening where the fluid was flowing and rubbed against it, stirring up endless ripples of itch.
"No—" she suddenly cried out, startling the birds into flight, causing the branches and leaves to tremble, and the green shadows in the room to move gracefully.
Shu Fu's vision blurred, and she heard Zhan Yaoguang ask her, "Did you ride a horse today?"
After a moment of eye contact, Shu Fu finally hummed in affirmation.
"Are your legs sore?"
She pursed her lips tightly.
Zhan Yaoguang continued, "How about massaging my legs too?"
Shu Fu remained silent, but her fingers groped around for a moment, then picked up a strand of hair and, along with the others, covered her eyes even more tightly.
The meaning is self-evident.
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