C67 Part2

Translated by An Edited by An

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS STUFF (ASSAULT WHILE SLEEPING) THAT MIGHT MAKE SOME READERS UNCOMFORTABLE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION! IF YOU WANT, YOU CAN CHOOSE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER, IT DOESN’T CONTAIN ANYTHING TOO IMPORTANT. YOU WON’T MISS OUT ON MUCH. – Thank You, An.

WuMing stared at her for a short moment before he lowered his head to sniff her lightly. The flat mask almost stuck to Yang QiQi’s face. The fragrant and sweet smell of the girl almost made him intoxicated. Being so close to her, he finally couldn’t resist his craving anymore. After a short moment of hesitation, he took off his mask and put it next to the pillow. Then, he cupped her face with his hands and kissed her.

At first, his movements were as light as touching the surface of the water without causing any ripples. Later, he decisively put his tongue in and explored her mouth.

The two people kissed— one, fast asleep and ignorant while the other, intoxicated, unable to stop himself.

Suppressing a gasp, WuMing suddenly raised his head and lifted the quilt covering Yang QiQi. Then, he climbed into the bed, knelt beside her, and pulled apart the cords of her pajama with his hands. As soon as the lapels of the pajamas were opened widely to both sides, the girl’s snowy white and soft-as-a-cloud body was revealed to his eyes. The slender waist that could be fully held with one hand and the two small fruits that had begun to grow, all spoke of the person’s inexperience and tenderness.

His hands gently caressed every inch of her exposed skin; the smooth sensation lingering in his fingers.

As his gaze slid downwards, he felt that since he was doing it already, he might as well go the whole way.

Taking off the trousers of her pajamas, he started at the completely naked little female lying in front of him. WuMing felt his mouth and tongue dry at the sight. He couldn’t control his body as it climbed over Yang QiQi’s body.

The sleeping female couldn’t bear the weight of his body so she frowned and groaned uncomfortably.

WuMing propped up his upper body slightly, but his lower body kept rubbing against hers. After a while, he felt that this method of rubbing was ineffectual. Rather, it was like pouring oil on the fire. He took off his pants directly, revealing his little brother, and lifted both of Yang QiQi’s legs together. Then, he held them up by her calves and thrust the hot and pulsating object into the narrow gap between her thighs.

His gasps turned rougher and heavier but this impatience was mixed with a sense of incomparable satisfaction.

At this time, from the opposite room, Xu opened the door and stared suspiciously at Yang QiQi’s room.

There was an almost inaudible ‘creaking’ sound coming from inside.

He stepped forward and stood in front of the door, trying to discern the source carefully.

The sound paused and a more rapid rhythm echoed at this time, during which he heard the repressed low roar of the male beast.

Xu’s body stiffened. His hands reached out and touched the door, looking straight at it as if his gaze was going to bore a hole through it. After a long time, he withdrew his hand and returned to his room silently. He closed the door behind him and sat on the ground with his back leaning against the door. Of course, Nian JiMo was her Guardian Beast. Even if she was not an adult, some things could still be done… This was so obvious, but he instinctively evaded thinking about it before. But now that he clearly heard those loud movements tonight, his heart felt uneasy.

It turned out that before he knew it, Yang QiQi became so important to him.

He buried his face in the palms of his hands but the sound from the opposite was still faintly discernible. His mind uncontrollably visualized how Nian JiMo pressed Yang QiQi to the bed and tossed her around… As the male beastman moving constantly over her soft body turned around, he saw his thick eyebrows and masculine face… Unexpectedly, it turned out to be he himself…

Xu jumped up from the ground and rushed to the bathroom, placing his head under the running cold water.

WuMing, who had finally released himself, turned over and fell on the bed beside Yang QiQi. He pursed his lips while pondering over the pleasant and lingering aftertaste while stroking her beautiful hair lightly. Guessing that the effect of the medicine was about to wear out, he put on his pants and got up from the bed. He went to the bathroom to bring a towel to wipe away the traces he had left on her inner thighs. After putting the towel back in its place, he came back and fetched out a small bottle of medicine from his clothes. Unscrewing the lid, he picked out some transparent paste with his index finger and smeared it on her inner thighs, where the skin had turned red and swollen from the friction. He put on her pajamas, covered her with the quilt, and restored everything to the way it was before he came here.

He put a gentle kiss on her forehead and picked up the mask placed on the pillow. Then, he took a final glance at the beautiful lady and left through the window quietly.

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