Chapter 16.3 - First ‘Pick’ (3/3)

“It hurts…”

“Mhm…”

The woman’s sharp cry drowned out the groan from the man’s throat.

With her wrist losing strength, Tang Huan collapsed on the bedding, tears welling up uncontrollably. She didn’t want to cry, but just as her stomach would growl if she was hungry, she couldn’t stop the tears from falling. She wanted to scold him, but she couldn’t make a sound, as if inhaling a single breath could aggravate the pain below.

This bastard Song Mo! She wanted to ‘pick’ him, not being ‘picked’ by him!

The cute and honest image was all a hoax. He was the man who slashed her with a sword. Now that he didn’t have a sword, he wanted to stab her to death with that stick instead!

Her body was trembling with pain.

With each tremble, that place wrapped him tighter.

Song Mo was kneeling behind her. He couldn’t see her face, and she didn’t speak, so he couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but he remembered this woman’s sarcastic words from earlier. He gripped her waist and strenuously drew back a little before ruthlessly plunging in again. “Why aren’t you saying anything anymore? You found out that I am a man now?”

“Bas…bastard! You’re a bastard!” Tang Huan finally regained some strength, and when she heard this, she immediately yelled at him.

“Bastard? Is Bastard a man?”

After seeing that she was still full of energy, the worry in Song Mo’s heart disappeared. He grabbed her waist and began slamming hard into her. She was too tight, binding with him from the inside out, repelling him when he came in and detaining him when he left. He couldn’t tell if she was doing this on purpose because he couldn’t think straight anymore. Only the intense pleasure remained in his mind. He had only one thought: since she wanted him so much, he’ll give it to her, give it all to her!

The man was not gentle at all. Tang Huan was not the type to give in easily, but he was simply too big and too long. When the thing moved in and out so quickly in her still-dry place, it was so painful that she thought she might die. As his movements were getting more and more ferocious, Tang Huan couldn’t take it any longer. “It hurts, it really hurts! Song Mo, you bastard! Do you want to kill me?!” she cried out loud.

Song Mo hurriedly stopped. “Does it really hurt?” he asked, his tone was unsteady and doubtful.

Tang Huan burst out crying. She should have remembered that she had experienced this pain before getting into his dream. How could she possibly have forgotten?

She had pretended to cry more than once in front of him before, so Song Mo didn’t quite believe her. He slowly lowered her buttocks, being careful not to pull out, before gently leaning against her slender back to look at her face. He was startled when he saw her ashen little face filled with tears.

She really cried…

He panicked and wanted to pull out.

Tang Huan noticed his actions and stopped him with a muffled voice. “Don’t go. I’ll be fine in a little while.” She would have to go through this pain sooner or later. If he took it out now, it might hurt even more when he came back in later.

Song Mo didn’t know if he should leave it in or take it out. “If it’s so painful, why do you still want it so badly?” he asked sheepishly. He’d never had a woman before. He didn’t know how a woman would feel doing this kind of thing. She had been pestering him for days, so he thought that women would enjoy doing this.

“Don’t you know that a woman will experience pain for the first time?” Tang Huan glared at him. “If you had been gentler, I would have just felt a little pain, but y-you barged in like that without doing anything beforehand, you wanted to kill me, right?

“Who asked you to…Never mind, I’ll take it out first.” Song Mo didn’t want to argue with her. He thought that he shouldn’t continue anymore. Although he felt good, he couldn’t bear seeing her in pain.

Tang Huan was at a loss of words from the rage. After going to great lengths to seduce him, she finally succeeded. She only had a few days left before the one month period ended. If he developed an aversion to this matter, not only would she die, but the pain that she was experiencing now would all be in vain.

“Don’t go,” she instructed him in a muffled voice. “Ki-kiss my back. It won’t hurt anymore if I relax.” Her master had taught her how to relieve the pain for the first time.

“Will it work?” Song Mo was doubtful.

Tang Huan gave him a cold stare.

Song Mo could only follow what she taught and kissed her back clumsily.

“Mhm, don’t kiss at the sides. Move along the spine. It felt the nicest there.” With his lower part firmly buried inside of her, he planted warm kisses on her naked back. Tang Huan slowly relaxed, and her voice gradually thickened with lust.

Song Mo noticed her changes. As her insides gradually moistened, he couldn’t help but make small movements. “Does it still hurt?” he asked while breathing heavily.

Tang Huan didn’t want to answer him.

Song Mo tilted his head. As he saw her flushed cheeks, excitement filled his heart. He shoved it deeper inside her. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, right?”

Tang Huan turned to look at him. “I want to be on top.” She wanted to ride him fiercely.

“I asked you if it hurts.” Song Mo said, looking into her gleaming eyes as his movements accelerated.

Tang Huan couldn’t help letting out a soft cry, “I-I want to be o-on top!”

“It doesn’t hurt? Then let’s continue!”

Song Mo ignored her request. He hoisted her buttocks once again and began pounding furiously. Tang Huan was unwilling to be pressed down the whole time. She twisted her body to wriggle free from him, but the more she struggled, the tighter Song Mo held her down, not giving her the slightest chance to turn over. In the end, Song Mo’s heart softened when Tang Huan said she wanted to see his face. He lifted one of her legs and flipped her over. “Are you satisfied now?” Perhaps because the sight of her blushing and panting was too alluring, he had the urge to cum.

Tang Huan came faster than him. She already saw the familiar white light.

She wasn’t sure if the white light was going to transport her into the next dream, or it was the light that flashed in her mind during a moment of euphoria, but she just had the feeling that her time with this Song Mo was running out.

“Song Mo, Song Mo, do you like me?” She clutched his shoulders, trying to see his expression clearly.

“Yes.” Song Mo kissed her dazed eyes. “Bad woman, I like you.”

Tang Huan smiled. As he closed his eyes and began his final thrusts, she said in his ear, “But I don’t like you. Song Mo, do you know? I’m actually a ‘flower picking thief’. I was nice to you just because I wanted to ‘pick’ you. That’s all.”

The hot stream and white light both struck her at the same time. She didn’t have the time to care about the man’s reaction. She just bit his ear hard. “Song Mo, remember. This is just the first time. There are eight more times. I’m going to ‘pick’ you eight more times!”

Before Tang Huan’s body was completely enveloped in the white light, she seemed to see a pair of deep serene eyes in the midst of the boundless chaos. The emotions in those eyes were too complicated for her to decipher.

Tang Huan closed her eyes. She couldn’t decipher, and she didn’t need to.

The author has something to say: *Sprinkle flowers* The first dream is over~

Some of you wanted a storyline in real life, but in real life, both of them are sleeping on the bed. There’s really nothing to write about. So we will dive right into the second dream oh.

In the second dream, they are a fake uncle and niece. So Donor Song will be changed to Uncle Song.

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