Chapter 10 - Physical Examination 2 (h)

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Young Master grasped Feng’er’s hair and fiercely lifted her head that leaned on his chest. Right in front of him was a face with flushed cheeks, etched clearly on it was the overflowing passion she’s feeling. That smooth and full forehead was glossy with fine sweat, her drooping willow eyebrows creased in a gentle frown, and those slightly thin lips that open and closed trying hard to suppress a moan.

Her bright phoenix eyes were misty, the black and white had long been covered by the haze of lust. While her eyelashes trembled like a candle wick swaying passionately in the midnight breeze.

Young Master was surprised by Feng’er’s reaction. He just pressed on it once and his hands were now drenched with her spring water. His intention was only to teach her for talking back to him, who knew she would be so easily aroused. He didn’t even know whether to continue to test her or play with her first.

He was in such a dilemma when he suddenly caught a trace of desire in Feng’er’s eyes. It wasn’t easy to detect and it was a peculiar sign of yearning for an untouched virgin. He found that his calm and always in control root had raised its head, and a wave of nameless anger rose in his heart. He took his hands away from Feng’er’s delicate flesh, and while his hand was still clutching a fistful hold of her hair, his other hand wet with her spring juice let out resounding, “Slap!—”

Feng’er felt five greasy fingers left its mark on her small milk. 1

“You haven’t learned anything good, for you to be talking so naturally back!” It was still that nice voice but it was finally colored with emotions, if only it wasn’t brimming with anger.

Feng’er cried out in pain, “Ah!—” and when her palms covered the small breast that was slapped, she instantly felt it hot. However, it was as if the floodgates were suddenly broken as her cry that was supposed to be of pain was instead laced with passion. It was like a kitten crying out affectionately and coquettishly.

Young Master still held Feng’er’s head, while his other hand grasped the poor steamed bun that had been slapped by this hand. He kneaded it fiercely, as if wishing his fingertips to be twisted alongside that flesh. He watched as Feng’er’s eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, then loosened, her creased facial features suddenly smoothing out. Then he reached out his hand to probe between her legs and found that her flower was full of sticky liquid.

Feng’er, at this time, had already lost her wits. She didn’t know what kind of examination this was, but she was totally unprepared. She could only react instinctively as her body was played under the Young Master’s hands. She could not even predict what he would do to her next and could only helplessly let him.

She listened as his hypnotic voice 2 used a sarcastic tone to say, “You’re a natural slut. Just a casual touch can actually make you this wet, especially when no one has yet to penetrate this hole. For you to be this proactive, Run Niang indeed gave birth to the greatest masterpiece.”

“Do you feel comfortable when pinched here?” A fair hand with two cold fingers pinched and twisted hard a pink nipple.

“What is this thing, hmm?” It was the small, pink bean flesh that was above her flower hole’s turn to be fiddled now.

The hair that was tugged up by him was finally put down. Her bun hung loosely beside her ears, and a few strands of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. Feng’er could not spare a hand to tidy it up as her legs softened, and she suddenly had to support herself with Young Master’s chest. The cold and flexible finger in her flower mouth brought out a hard to resist strange and intoxicating pleasure.

She raised her head and looked at him with her misty eyes. When he looked down on her, she saw that his face was still that handsome and beautiful yet cold and emotionless face. Feng’er tried to find her thoughts, but her mind was filled with this charming scenery.

“Is Young Master going to enter there? Is the physical examination to finally open my bud? I feel so good, and I seem to… can’t hold…”

Feng’er whose soul was about to escape her body was suddenly pushed away by the Young Master. She stepped on the liquid that had dropped out of her and slipped on the soles of her feet, one foot staggered and she almost fell. Her two fair legs were trembling as she looked directly at him.

Young Master had taken out a brocade handkerchief to wipe his hands. Then, he turned and sat back on the chair. It would seem like nothing had happened just now if not for the shivering little girl in front of him.

Something inside her was about to be released but then was suddenly blocked, it caused Feng’er to feel extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to reach down and comfort her swollen flower petals, but she felt embarrassed. She could only endure it by clamping her legs tight while she looked back at Young Master. Her eyes were gleaming, full of unspoken questions and desires.

“Do you want it?” Ah, this cold voice is still so nice.

“Yes…”

“Then solve it yourself.” Young Master actually crossed his legs after saying that, then looked at Feng’er leisurely, as if waiting for a good play.

“Myself?”

“Show me how you masturbate.”

Although Young Master knew that even if Chun Hui House was deliberately isolated from cloud and rain 3 as they lived in Butterfly Garden, one can’t simply prevent them from finding out and learning how to comfort themselves. Just like Jin Kui who he had previously trained, at the tender age of 10 and the child had already known how to rub her little flower core to orgasm.

Feng’er did know what masturbation means, but unfortunately, she doesn’t know how to do it to herself. She shook her head and looked at the Young Master for help.

“You don’t know? Then you can learn now. Women who can’t play with themselves can’t make men happy.”

Feng’er could only obediently comply and stretch out a small hand in between her mound. She accurately found her flower hole; it was slippery as she gently dipped in her knuckle. Then recalling the time when Brother Jin touched her, she imitated the movement and frequency of his thrusting fingers, using quick and shallow thrusts.

Feng’er’s pale body was no longer pristine white, a faint layer of pink blush had emerged on it. Her small breast swayed gently along with the two cherries that shook left and right with the rhythm of her arm. Her thrusting fingers, although shallow, brought out splashes of juices, and the squelching sound of her gushing water resounded in the quiet room. Young Master’s Adam’s apple couldn’t help rolling up and down after hearing it.

“Ahh… It’s not enough… not enough…” Feng’er, who had long turned muddleheaded, shook her head while muttering like a fox demon seductively crying out in the middle of the night.

She was unsatisfied. There was something in her body that’s about to come out, but it was as if a flood prevention dam had tightly blocked it and it kept preventing her from venting it out. She glanced at Young Master who was leisurely drinking tea in front of her, and groaned softly. Her other hand moved away from her small milk to gather at her flower mound.

“Did Young Master rub here just now?” Feng’er whispered softly, as if muttering to herself but also asking Young Master. Without waiting for his confirmation, her little fair hand accurately pressed into the core of her flower and fiddled it in circles. As her finger moved, the sound of splashing water became louder and louder till Feng’er finally couldn’t control her voice and she cried out loudly, “Feng’er… Feng’er feel so good… Young Master… Young master… Feng’er… Feng’er wants to ah—!”

While Feng’er’s other hand was stroking her chest, an arm suddenly embraced her and a finger quickly joined to rub the core of her flower. A cold and hypnotic voice whispered in her ear seductively, “Good girl, give it to me.”

“Ah… Young Master… Hah… Ngh.. Aahhh!—” Feng’er could no longer bear the pleasure that seemed to destroy her from the inside. She screamed as hot liquid rushed out of her hole. It gushed out of her tunnel to splash on two people’s fingers and then sprayed on Young Master’s cyan clothes.

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Eastern W. [Translator]

A witch with a broken broom who’s struggling to fill her empty cauldron and have too much love for reading and sour foods.

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Small milk : small breast. Hypnotic voice : Originally an idiom, voice like the clear spring at the back of the mountain. Cloud and rain: Sex