Chapter 12 - His Lips 1 (H)

Chapter 12- His Lips 1

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There was a firm and upright root in her mouth while her lower body was already in a moist state, and the inside of her brain had already become a lump of chaos.

Good girl? I’m a good child?

A good girl will watch her mother copulate, to which she turned a blind eye to? Do good girls get wet when someone touches their lower bodies? Do good girls look forward to the training to become a real prostitute? A good child will have a strange man’s thick male root on their mouth while their honey pot secretes honey?

The images that emerged inside her mind were things that Feng’er couldn’t understand but also unexpectedly didn’t have an urge to ask. She just thought Young Master’s reaction meant she was able to make him feel good. Is this considered serving him? She didn’t know if this counted, perhaps he will give her an answer after he’s come.

Young Master did not move nor make a sound. He merely bowed down his head to look at her, while Feng’er would secretly lift her eyes and from time to time, secretly glance at him. Then the back of her head was suddenly held and slowly pressed to sheath the root to its base.

He completely pulled back out the hard and thick root from her mouth, and slapped it on her face a few times as if chiding her for not learning her lesson. Then as if on impulse, Feng’er reached out her tongue and licked the eggs beneath that towering stick which caught Young Master off guard.

He didn’t want to come early but he almost couldn’t hold it back just then. His original intention was merely to see how this lass would react when faced with a male root, but never did he expect to be the one to lose composure.

He knew that his rod was naturally clean and beautiful. During that time when he was receiving the Emperor’s favor, 1 that bastard would often order him to make himself hard, then would take it in his hands to play and fiddle his taichi balls in circles until he turned muddle from pleasure. He also liked to suck and lick them until he cried and begged that he can’t shoot anymore.

Even men can’t help but desire to envelop this delicate root in their mouth. This little lass taking the initiative to play flute 2 without being instructed, could the reason be the same as that bastard emperor?

Young Master could no longer remember the last time his rod was inside a woman’s mouth. When he first took over the Butterfly Garden together with Madam Yugu, he was responsible for the training of newcomers. He taught boys and girls to serve orally with his own body, to accept or even regard the release as a liberation. This kind of affair repeated itself many, many times until it became boring, so the teaching tools in the mouths of newcomers were replaced by various kinds of thick and long jade sticks. The newcomers even spread a rumor that if Young Master were to test personally, then this person in the Butterfly Garden will become famous.

He was very clear in his heart that this time, Feng’er had yet to accept it.

He couldn’t make sense of what this Huakui’s daughter want to do. She was untouched for sure or else her mind wouldn’t have collapsed when she orgasmed. Her extremely sensitive and tender lower body and her hands that she didn’t know where to put in panic. These all showed that this was really her first intimate contact with men.

Then what is the explanation for this initiative?

Is it a talent?

The words of compliment to her that was about to come out was replaced by a “hiss…” that expressed pain as the delicate flesh of his rod was scratched by Feng’er’s sharp teeth.

Young Master grabbed Feng’er’s hair which had completely come loose from the bun and made her look up at him.

When the lovable, naive, innocent, and lustful overlap at the same time on a girl’s face, it becomes very tempting. This was also the very first time the Young Master had seen it.

“If you don’t know how to lick then don’t randomly move!”

Feng’er really did not move. She was as obedient as a kitten being spanked after getting into trouble.

The Young Master was not angry, but his voice was cold when he guided her, “Keep your lips around your teeth, ah…yes, that’s it. Pull out and take it again, but you must not let your teeth touch it…”

“Is your tongue dead?! Can’t it curl? Remember to use your tongue to sweep… slowly… while pumping at the same time…”

“Use the tip of your tongue… Yes, it’s the shallow groove under the turtle head…ah! Don’t drill the horse’s eye! Didn’t your mother teach you that?”

If my mother taught me, what do I need you for?

Young Master became aware that he had said the wrong thing, but how could he have made such a blunder?

Was it not because his lust was aroused by the girl striving to please his rod, who right now had saliva dripping down the corners of her mouth. Young Master decided he should not look or else he won’t be able to bear it, and closed his eyes. Now, he felt more in control.

“Speed up as if you’re knocking on a flint stone 3 ….there… Don’t forget your tongue…the horse’s eye can’t be drilled, but I didn’t say you can’t sweep it… If you’re finding it hard to be steady while sucking then hold it in your hand!…. Ngh…faster…nnn…hah…can you take it deep?…good… Your tongue…swipe it a little faster…”

Feng’er recalled the scene of the little boy sucking on Young Master’s root. Unlike during that time, he gently pumped it into her mouth, as if he was suppressing his strength and yet her cheeks were already going numb.

She felt the veins on the meat stick throbbing, as if a force was rushing forward. The glans was obviously a little bigger than before, and the meat stick began to tremble deep in her mouth. For some reason, she speeded up her sucking and pumping. Then two pale and slender dry hands stroked her cheeks, and a cold and fervent voice blended into a low growl above her head.

“Give it to me— Catch it—”

“Mmmm ……!”

Young Master pushed deep into her mouth, and a sweet-tasting liquid spurted into Feng’er’s throat. It almost caused her to vomit but she swallowed it down, and it went on, but the spurting didn’t end and it took several breaths before it stopped.

Feng’er realized that what was flowing in her throat was a man’s yang essence. She never expected that she’d be drinking this kind of fluid on her first training. The taste was not bad, unlike what other girls said it being fishy, salty and smelly. Perhaps it’s because Young Master’s looks good and clean so the taste of his essence, naturally, is also different from others.

The meat stick did not go soft quickly. Feng’er spit it out of her mouth, held it in her hand and gently licked it clean. She didn’t know why she did it, but her body simply moved on its own.

“Are you still thirsty?”

Feng’er nodded her head. She was indeed thirsty, although there was a lot of Yang essence, but not as much as the tea to quench her thirst. Then she immediately shook her head for fear that Young Master would kiss and feed her tea again. Her mouth was just…

“I’m thirsty.” The cold voice said as if talking to himself.

As soon as the voice fell, Young Master’s head was already buried in her moist seam. A soft object pushed her flower petals away, it penetrated her flower gate and fiddled in quickly. Before she could even cry out, the two fleshy petals of her flower hole were tightly wrapped by another pair of thin lips. It covered the flower core, swirled on it in circles, poked and slurped causing an instantaneous bone-deep pleasure to bloom inside her, and soon, her utterly muddied flower overflowed with nectar.

The aloof man who leaned on the parapet of the lofty Pavillion while his lips played the flute, the man who opened his lips to cruelly reprimanded her without any sentiment, and the man who used his lips to transfer hot tea into her mouth. Those lips now held her genitals, slurping her surging lewd nectar with abandon.

Is she having an orgasm again? Feng’er didn’t know, but butterflies, dragonflies and bees flew around in her muddled mind, and her eyes soon clouded. The next thing she saw, Young Master had already stood up. He lifted his hand to hold her face then pressed his lips that were drenched with her creamy nectar to her slightly puckered lips which Feng’er stretched out her tongue to lick.

Is this a reward? So sweet…

TL Note:

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Another steamy chapter coming.

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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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Receiving the Emperor’s favor: The time when the Emperor graces the concubine for a night visit, or simply, sexual intercourse. Play flute: Slang for blow job. Knocking on a flint stone: Fast staccato. The characters 像敲火石 came from a part of an ancient poem which is too complicated and long to explain, but the ancient text correlates it to oral sex.