Chapter 13: Testing the youth of seventeen or eighteen years old
I once experienced a scene similar to tonight in Puyuemin.
Senior Sister rubbed the cream with her fingertips behind his ears, neck, and chest...
She sat on the bed and looked at him with a contemptuous look, but asked him how he could be aroused by just a touch. He was indeed a genius swordsman who was more gifted than his senior brother. He even had to compete with him to grow two of his penises.
Now……
After applying perfume on him, the senior sister sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over, with the tip of her nose hovering over his already red ear, and her light sniffing breath made him feel itchy intermittently.
Her voice was elegant and charming, "Junior brother, after you applied the incense here, it seems that the original smell is different. Are the other places different as well?"
"Well... maybe, Senior Sister, you can try it." Pu Yuemin's eyelids drooped, and she couldn't help but want her hand to move down a little bit, and down a little bit more.
His body was hers and she could do whatever she wanted with it.
Mingyueyi raised her eyelashes in surprise when she heard this, and glanced at the docile and temperless boy in front of her.
If the person in front of him was really Ming Yi in disguise, then he was pretending too well.
She had just thought that he was most likely Ming Yi, but now she felt a little shaken again.
Since it's all a test, why not test it to the end?
Ming Yueyi said, "Junior brother, please stand up and lie on the pillow. I want to try the area on your lower back to see if it tastes different."
"Okay." He didn't ask any more questions. He stood up very obediently and lay on the bed behind her.
Ming Yueyi brushed her fingers through the long black hair that trailed down to the ground at his waist, reminding him, "Junior brother, just pull your outer garment down to your waist."
Even though it was such an excessive request, he did it without asking any questions.
His red smock and thin white robe were piled up at his waist, his hands were folded and his face was buried in the soft pillow, with a submissive posture ready to be slaughtered.
Mingyueyi couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
The boy's body is not as frail as it appears to the naked eye. Instead, he has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and the bulging thin muscles on his back are full of agile explosive power.
This young boy's body is so beautiful that it is impeccable.
Even though Mingyueyi was not keen on this, she couldn't help but linger for a few more seconds before looking away. Her eyes fell on the waist and abdomen that he pressed down, and she wondered how she could see whether it was there or not.
She couldn't do it too obviously and arouse his suspicion, so Mingyueyi followed the same method and picked up the milky white ointment and applied it to his lower back, spreading it with her fingertips and casually stroking his right side.
She felt the boy gradually tense up all over, his hands clutching the soft pillow where he buried his face, even his breathing became a little quicker, and he seemed to want to hide.
Could it be that there really is a snake head birthmark?
Ming Yueyi glanced at his seemingly stressed behavior and her suspicion grew. She pretended not to notice his abnormality, slid her fingers down the back of his waist, then turned and held his waist, wanting to take a look.
But before she could exert force with her fingers, she heard him let out a long, light sigh, then he grabbed her wrist and pulled her from behind into the bed, then pressed her down on the mattress.
Mingyueyi couldn't use her cultivation at all. Due to the natural difference in strength between men and women, she was pressed between the mattresses and couldn't use any strength at all.
Especially since the boy's body temperature had always been abnormally low, but now his palms were burning hot, making her breathless.
She tried to struggle with her wrist a few times, but gave up when she saw that it didn't budge at all. She looked at him with her spring-like eyes, "Junior Brother..."
He stared at her with drooping eyelashes, panting softly, his tone difficult to discern his emotions: "Senior Sister, what do you want to see, or do you want to smell the perfume?"
She frowned and bit her lip: "Testing the fragrance."
He leaned forward, an inch closer to her.
Because he had applied perfume behind his ears, his whole body exuded an inexplicable fragrant and oppressive feeling.
Mingyueyi stared at him calmly and called Shang'er secretly.
The little monster, who was full of energy just now, now seemed to have lost his voice due to the poison. No matter how she called out in her heart, there was no response.
The boy's face was hovering three fingers away from her. The candlelight on the table fell dimly on his face, and his handsome features were divided into gloomy light and dark.
He smiled with an emotionless smile: "I thought Senior Sister wanted to see something else."
It turns out it had been discovered a long time ago!
Mingyueyi's first reaction when he heard this was that it was over.
For some reason, she had lost her cultivation now, so if she encountered something that was neither a ghost nor a monster, it would be easy for him to catch and kill it.
"I'm not..." Ming Yueyi's denial had just come out of his lips when the young man who was lying on him suddenly stood up.
"Hush." His bony, cold body pressed against his lips, the corners of his mouth curled up. "Senior Sister, don't explain. You said you wanted to smell the fragrance, but you already smelled it on me when we just left the mountain gate. So you don't want to smell it now, right?"
He sat astride her waist the entire time while speaking softly, with his previously removed shirt still hanging on his arm. He bent over like some kind of animal waiting for an opportunity to strike, and the red coat made his skin look whiter than snow, with the thin skin texture so beautiful that it attracted people's attention.
Her gaze naturally fell on his waist and abdomen, which could not be covered.
Although blocked, Mingyueyi's anxious heart slowly returned to its place.
It is either Mingyi or Puyuemin.
Then the next moment, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that there was a noticeable bulge in his robe a few inches below his narrow, dog-like waist.
There were also shiny marks on the skin on his waist.
Seeing this scene, she belatedly realized why he had been panting and suddenly lost control.
A boy of seventeen or eighteen is full of vigor and vitality, how can he resist a woman's hand caressing his body?
He was reacting because he couldn't bear it anymore as she was getting more and more aggressive.
Ming Yueyi spoke to him with a rare expression of indifference: "I'm sorry."
Pu Yuemin didn't get off her, nor did he put on his clothes. He just stared into her watery eyes and said softly, "Sister, is there anything you want to see or touch? Can you please tell me directly? As an elder, I am not refusing to allow you."
His hoarse voice paused for a few breaths before he continued, "It's just that if you touch certain parts of my body, it will be very uncomfortable for me."
As for where it was and how uncomfortable it was, Mingyueyi naturally knew.
Her face burned hot, her fingers curling uncontrollably as she explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. It's just that I can't use my current cultivation, so I can't tell if you're Pu Yue Min or not, so I wanted to test you."
"Yeah?"
His eyebrows arched upwards, and the corners of his eyes, shone with a cold, hazy light by the flickering candlelight, "Senior Sister, I am Pu Yuemin, your... junior fellow disciple."
He is just Mingyueyi's junior apprentice.
"Okay, I understand. Get up quickly." Mingyueyi put her hand on his waist and pushed him back.
He seemed to have lost his bones in an instant, and fell backwards, with half of his face sunk into the hibiscus and Suzhou embroidered goose yellow mattress, and he let out a very light gasp.
Mingyueyi's back felt numb from panting so much.
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