Ch47 - (II). “Waaahhh!!! My butt is killing me.”

Yan Chen’s hair was soft, it was so soft to the point that running one’s fingers through it felt almost soothing, as if you were touching a cloud of cottonballs.

But beneath that softness lay a network of sensitive nerves. As time passed, Rong Jun became increasingly aware of the change, the heavy breaths at his ear grew deeper and more uneven, and the movements inside him gradually lost their earlier restraint.

Yan Chen was moving his fingers faster and wilder now.

“Mmm…”

Yan Chen’s fingers reached deeper, moving in slow, deliberate motions that made Rong Jun’s entire body tense. The unfamiliar sensations built steadily, sending waves of heat and helplessness through him. Each subtle shift seemed to brush against something inside him that made his breath hitch and his body react instinctively.

The friction between them, the warmth, the closeness. it all blurred together, leaving Rong Jun dazed, his body responding in ways he couldn’t fully understand.

No wonder some are addicted to this. It gives too much pleasure.

“Qingqing,” Yan Chen murmured hoarsely, “that should be enough… can you let go now?”

Rong Jun loosened his arms obediently. He watched as Yan Chen straightened slowly, and with Yan Chen fully up, Rong akun was able to catch a clear view of his huge manhood.

The moment his gaze fell on it, Rong Jun’s mind snapped back to reality. His eyes widened in shock, his body trembling.

“It… it won’t…” he stammered, voice shaking. “It won’t fit…”

Yan Chen let out a low, quiet laugh. Sweat slid down his forehead, trailing along his skin.

He steadied Rong Jun gently, and murmured reassurngly, “I won’t rush. You don’t need to be afraid.”

“It’s not about rushing!” Rong Jun protested, panic creeping into his voice. “It’s whether it’s even possible at all for that thing to git inside me!”

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Instead of continuing, he changed approach, choosing something gentler, something Rong Jun could be able to tolerate.

The sudden shift caught Rong Jun off guard. “Yan Chen?”

“If you won’t let me continue,” Yan Chen said, his voice low and heavy, “then at least help me like this.”

The closeness, the warmth, the movement, it was overwhelming in a different way, enough to make Rong Jun gasp softly, his body reacting despite his confusion.

Still, what unsettled him most was seeing just how much Yan Chen was holding back.

The thirst in his expression, the faint sheen of sweat, the way he struggled to remain in control, it stirred something unexpected in Rong Jun’s chest.

After all, he had been the one to start this. Yet Yan Chen is the one suffering the most.

Rong Jun clenched his teeth. Then, as if steeling himself, he shifted, spreading his arms slightly as though bracing himself for something inevitable.

“Fine,” he mumbled, sounding tough. “It was bound to happen sooner or later anyway.”

Yan Chen blinked, caught off guard, then let out a helpless laugh.

“Qingqing… if you truly don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Rong Jun muttered, embarasses. “I just didn’t expect things to go this far…”

He hesitated, then added quietly, “Sorry… I’ve been a bit unreasonable.”

Yan Chen fell silent for a moment, lowering his gaze.

Seeing that he still didn’t move, Rong Jun shifted again, the contact making him flinch instinctively.

To steady himself, he reached back and pulled Yan Chen’s tail into his arms, holding it tightly, as though drawing strength from it.

That single action was enough to shatter Yan Chen’s remaining restraint.

In a matter of seconds, he pounced at Rong Jun without holding back.

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“Mmm… ah… Yan Chen…”

The moment Rong Jun realized how soft and lewd his voice sounded, he buried his face against the tail in his arms, too embarrassed to look up.

Everything felt foreign to him. There was discomfort and pain, yet beneath it lingered a strange, undeniable warmth and pleasure that blurred his thoughts.

“Qingqing.”

Yan Chen leaned down gently, pulling the tail aside to reveal his face.

“Don’t hide.” He coaxed. His silver hair clung damply to his skin, his eyes burning with raw emotion, making his expression all the more tempting.

“You are already getting used to it,” he murmured. “Just a little more.”

Rong Jun blinked, still dazed, then suddenly, Yan Chen thrusted forward, his shaft reaching another area inside of Rong Jun that made the little guy beneath him tremble in pleasure.

“A—ahh—!”

The intensity made Rong Jun momentarily forget to breath, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Tears welled in his eyes, cascading down his cheeks before he could stop them.

Clutching the tail tightly, he looked utterly helpless.

“Didn’t you say you would be gentle?” he asked in between breaths.

“I did,” Yan Chen replied softly.

Rong Jun stared at him blankly, his thoughts slow to catch up.

“This is me, still being gentle.” Yan Chen smirked and then keaned down, claiming his lips as their tongue danced together.