Chapter 11 - Controlling Desire (h)

Proofread by Silverstripes

Feng’er woke up with a thirst and dry mouth. Young master was not around, and she was lying naked on that oddball chair.

As if like a frog on its back shell. Her arms and legs were stuck on the upper and lower handles, and her flower gate 1 was wide open. She hastily pulled out her arms and reached out to cover the peach blossom land 2 on her body.

Memories before she lost consciousness rushed in, and the scenes that came into her mind made her face burn hot.

She fainted once while taking a bath this morning. At noon, because of fussing over her clothes and hair for half a day, she wasn’t able to eat lunch before she had to run to Guanju Hall. Her physical strength could not keep up under such intense stimulation of orgasm, and she fainted on the spot.

“I seem to have cried too…” Feng’er whispered, remembering bits and pieces of the scene before she fainted.

Young Master stood in front of her and embraced her. The hand that rubbed her lower body may have been cold, but his chest was warm. Then, his praise of “good girl” became the last straw that broke her mind.

After crying out, she burst into tears while burying her head on Young Master’s chest. He gently caressed her thin back and slowly rubbed her head, then she lost her consciousness.

“Do you know why you cried?”

Young Master’s voice sounded behind her, and it had returned to the coldness she first saw him in the pavilion while leaning on the parapet, despite there seemingly not much distance between them, she could no longer feel any sentiment coming from him.

She turned her head and looked at the man who walked and sat down near her, questioning him with her eyes.

Young Master raised his tea cup and blew the steam on it, his head did not rise as he explained to her, “You weren’t mentally prepared enough to enter the world of extreme pleasure, more so, you’re in an unfamiliar environment with a strange man. That feeling of shame and pleasure that builds up inside you has led to a conflicting state of mind that requires an action to relieve it.”

“So it’s actually this… Eh, Young Master, why did you change your clothes?”

“You sprayed me all over. You are not afraid of being naked, but I don’t want to wear wet clothes.”

Feng’er finally recalled that stimulating climax, causing her face to turn boiling hot, 3 and she felt an urgent need to quickly divert the subject.

“Is Young Master going to continue the examination?” Feng’er asked out loud, but in her heart, she really wanted to cleverly ask, “Hurry up and give me a reasonable explanation for this posture, okay? If you want to continue to examine, do it right away. If not, you cold man, at least let me down here!”

Young Master took a sip of tea, “I finished the examination when you were asleep.” He got up, still carrying the tea and walked to Feng’er’s side. He looked at her face and said, “When I touched it, I knew right away that you’re a verified first-class flower. 4 It’s unmistakably a flying dragon nest 5 and your jade path 6 is the “Tenth Temple of Heaven.” I’m afraid that even gods will be sucked up by your little thing.” 7

The lips of the cold and handsome man describing her lower body diffused a sweet smelling scent of tea beside her face. It caused Feng’er’s thirst to become even more unbearable, and she unconsciously licked her lips.

“Thirsty?” Young Master asked, at the same time bowing his head to drink tea.

Feng’er cursed in her heart, “Yes ah! Thirsty enough to kill. You should at least let me down to drink some water!”

Suddenly, a cold paw pinched her chin and squeezed her jaw hard causing her mouth to open. Feng’er was surprised at what was going on, when suddenly, soft and warm lips pressed against her open mouth and then a mouthful of warm tea flowed inside.

Feng’er closed her eyes tightly and dare not look at Young Master’s face. She swallowed that mouthful of tea and although her thirst wasn’t relieved much, she wanted that thin lips to press on hers again.

Young Master saw the corners of her mouth twitch and asked, “Is it fun?”

“Not fun.” Feng’er was talking from her heart.

“But men like to play. It doesn’t matter whether you think 8 it’s fun or not. If a man thinks it’s fun 9 then it can only be fun.”

Feng’er wanted to talk back but recalled what happened after she did it previously, so she could only swallow the criticism down to her stomach and did not speak.

Young Master removed the hand that was covering her spring field, and stroked the lady bits in her soft mound, slowly tracing the moist fluff and rubbing her hole softly.

Feng’er didn’t really want to get wet so fast but her lower body was disobedient and just as Young Master gently touched it, her cream began to flow happily again.

A faint smile appeared on his face. He saw Feng’er was about to squint her eyes in pleasure, and suddenly asked her, “Do you still remember how it felt when you orgasmed just now?”

How can I not remember! Feng’er nodded, Her mind was sober so she felt embarrassed to speak it out loud in front of this handsome, cold and aloof Young Master.

“Then you must bear in mind that genuine intercourse will stimulate you a hundred folds more than what you felt just now.”

Feng’er nodded.

“What you have to learn is control. Control your body and your mind, so that you can orgasm right away as soon as you think about it, and restraint it when you don’t think of it.”

Feng’er continued to nod.

At this moment, she couldn’t do anything besides nod. Young Master’s hand was still gently fiddling with her dripping wet flower hole, causing it to produce squelching sounds as she creamed continuously. She couldn’t control it anymore and began to twist her waist while humming captivatingly. She thought he was going to play with her again.

She thought so in her heart, but reality did not follow her wishes. Young Master took back his wet hand and smeared it on her lips, then inserted into her mouth. Feng’er didn’t know why but she obediently sucked and licked that finger, not the least bit considering that it just came from her lower body.

“Remember your own taste because when your body is no longer virgin, it will have another type of flavor.”

Young Master lowered his head and softly kissed her on the forehead. Feng’er felt that it carried an implication of reward and encouragement.

Young Master got up and strode in front of her, with his crotch directly facing her face. She had yet to recover her wits when he raised his hand and pulled down his trouser. The upright root of desire popped up with a bounce that heavily slapped Feng’er’s mouth. 10

Feng’er halted.

She originally thought that a man’s thing looked exactly like her Uncle Yuanwai stick. 11 A stick that was long, the turtle head like an umbrella, and it was dark and thick surrounded by blue veins. It was simply frightening to see.

However, the male root in front of her was pink, tender and clean. It was like a molded peach meat. Even if bulging blood vessels were wrapped around it, it didn’t look ferocious or hideous. The turtle head is light pink, round, smooth, and bright with a transparent bead on the top hole that wasn’t rolling down. From the root all the way to the top, it looked like a jade scepter with exquisite engraved patterns. It tempted people to reach out and touch it. 12

Feng’er swallowed her saliva again but not because of thirst. Her eyes were fixed on Young Master’s pink meat stick, and she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Have you looked enough!”

Hearing that voice, Feng’er looked up at Young Master’s still cold, expressionless, and emotionless face that seemingly possessed all kinds of temptations.

Feng’er didn’t speak, she looked down at that juice bead on the small hole, and extended her tongue to lap it into her mouth, causing the meat stick to tremble. She opened her mouth and took a mouthful forward, holding it and plunging it deep into her mouth.

The root of desire quivered in the girl’s warm mouth, and the sudden soft tickling sensation made Young Master arch his head back, letting out a low growl deep in his throat. He then lowered his head and reached out to clasp the back of that undulating small head. The corners of his mouth unexpectedly lifted furtively and said two words that made Feng’er shudder all over, “Good girl…”

TL Note:

Hello guys! It’s been awhile. I left this stranded since December due to rl matters. But now I am back!! I hope you give Feng’er another chance, because the training is just about to start!

Next chapter will come right after this.

Join the discord to report typos and grammar mistakes and @easterNwitch for the corrections.

If you’re still feeling thirsty, how about checking out another comedy showbiz smut novel, Overturn The Entertainment Circle with its world on crack? Or if you feel like you want a tame good old romance comedy BL, take a peek at our resident law abiding vampire, In The Name Of Fang . But if you want to boggle your mind in schemes and conspiracies, check out my historical project, Scheme of the Official Descendant .

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.

Note: Please turn off your Adblocker to support this site and the translators! We really really appreciate it! Thank you!!

Flower gate (下體門戶): Pussy hole. Peach blossom land (桃花源): Pussy. Boiling hot (火辣): Can also mean, provocative. Flower: Can also mean, ‘pussy hole or prostitute.’ This sentence originally used a play on words/double meaning. Unmistakably (無誤): can also mean verified. Flying dragon nest (龍飛穴): can also mean first-class flower. I decided to just include the second meaning ahead. Jade path: as in Dao/ can also mean vagina. T/N: There are only Nine Temples of Heaven, he is commenting that his ‘Jade Path’ is a new path that can suck away even Daoist immortals. Think (觉得): can also mean feel. Fun (好玩): It can also be amusing or interesting. T/N: What?! Why you slap her? But seriously, I really like the author’s way of words for certain body parts. Name change: Lord Uncle → Uncle Yuanwai. Touch it (抚摸): More particularly, to gently caress and stroke, pet or fondle.

T/N: I can’t believe his penis took one paragraph to describe.