CHAPTER 92: 2) JADE BREAKS HEAVEN WATCHES.

Finally, he pulled out with a wet slurp that made her whimper. Her legs gave out, but he caught her before she hit the ground.

He carried her to a nearby boulder and sat her down gently, her robes falling open around her.

"Rest now," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I’ll deal with the rest."

Her eyes fluttered shut, a soft smile on her lips. She barely registered the movement around her as Zhao Fan turned his attention to the other women.

Ling’er was first. He approached her with his Yang rod still erect. She backed away, but he was too quick. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her close.

"Please..." she whispered, fear and arousal swirling in her eyes. "Not here. Not like this... That man is watching... "

She didn’t wish don’t others to see her, especially a man. Her body was a sacred treasure the vessel of holiness.

"How impressive... But Holy maiden seems to have forgotten your body belongs to this Zhao now, let that man watch... He is already broken."

"B-But... I don’t like it..."

...

The boy no, Little

boy, his name now nothing but a forgotten words and letters, clenched his teeth and could only watch in rage and helplessness, both wisting inside him like a serpent bound in chains.

Before him, the sacred maiden trembled, caught in Zhao Fan’s orbit like a petal in a storm of Qi.

Life is so unfair, he can’t even get a maiden while someone like Young Master Zhao gets all. Creul world and blind maidens unable to see good and evil.

Her robe, loosened by heat and will alike, had slipped from her shoulders, revealing her jade twin mounds... high and soft, kissed by the moon and nourished by heavens, literally.

They rose and fell with each labored breath, the tips flushed like plum blossoms in bloom, it was hypnotizingly rosy.

Zhao Fan’s palm came to rest upon one, squeezing them playing with them, and a moan blossomed from Ling’er’s throat.

"Ahh... mmmn~!"

His fingers sank into the plushness of her breast, thumb brushing her hardened peak; a Yin node, hard and heavy, aching with suppressed energy.

Her knees gave a tremble, her thighs pressing together, her lips parted in breathless disbelief.

"You hold too much Qi in your spirit mountain," Zhao Fan said with a rich and low voice as if reciting a divine scripture written by the most profound lewd scholar.

"It must be guided and released... As for shame... Didn’t Ye Chen watch you too... Think of this guy as nothing more than an ant."

He leaned in and kissed her left peak, the touch gentle yet reverent.

Then, his lips closed around her sensitive bud, suckling softly, tongue circling in a lazy spiral like a serpent winding around the base of a sacred tree.

"Ahhnn... nghh—ahhh...!"

Ling’er’s voice cracked like a river rushing over stones, the moans were melodious. Her hands clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin.

Shuuuupp*

He suckled deeper, his breath hot against her skin. Each flick of his tongue made her spine arch, her hips twitching in desperate rhythm.

It felt so good... The warm and wet mouth of Zhao Fan and her sensitive nipple, she could feel a strange electric sensation moving from her bud to her entire body.

The other breast, no longer untouched, received the press of his palm, fingers kneading slowly, tracing her softness like a master carving calligraphy into flesh.

They were soft, squishy, and gentle. There was just a separate feeling in playing with the treasure of heaven.

"Your body quivers like you can’t hold any long...," Zhao muttered, switching from one divine mound to the other.

"Are you getting more excited knowing another man is watching as I play with you? Behind the veil of pureness, is an erotic witch..."

"Mmm..."

She whimpered as he took the other nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over the stiffened peak, suckling harder, drawing waves of sensation that surged down her belly and pooled between her thighs.

It was itching very badly, and she couldn’t help but think of his Yang rod. Her hand by natural instinct moved towards his Yang Rod, touching it gently as she continued to moan from pleasure.

"Haah... mmm—mmmgh... nghh~! Ahnnn...! Ahhh...!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!! AHHHHHH!!!"

She moaned louder now, uncaring that her voice echoed across the valley.

Meanwhile, Little Boy watched on, his eyes wide, his wrists bloodied from trying to break free of the Qi chains. His jaw trembled and saliva drooled down.

Just a little higher, since he was hung upside down, there was a five-inch rod, standing proud behind the clothes. He was aroused yet he hated it...

"You... shameless woman... You—!"

But his words died as Ling’er gasped again, throwing her head back as Zhao gently bit down, just enough to make her cry out.

"AHHN...! M-My breasts... they’re... too sensitive... I can’t think... nghhh~!"

Zhao pulled back just enough to meet her gaze.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with confusion and desire.

He cupped both breasts together, pressing them up, thumbs rubbing over her trembling peaks in slow, firm circles.

"Even your heavenly peaks seek enlightenment," he said with a small smirk.

Then he leaned forward, placing soft kisses across both mounds, moving back and forth between them, honoring the divine vessel her body had become.

"Ammm... Ahhh.... Mmm"

Her moans melted into pure sound, they were like broken syllables, hiccupped gasps, ragged moans that had no origin but desire.

"Ahh... nghh... mmm... Haaah... so warm... s-so strange... my body’s melting... I want itttttt... Nnn... Young Master... I am.... Haah* Haah*... I am—"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Cominggggggggg!"

Her thighs were wet now, as she achieved the pleasure breakthrough and released her spring water.

Squirt* Squrit* Squrit*

She came all over her dress, which slowly descended towards the mundane earth. The holy fluids shall nourish some profound plants.

"Good... Strip... It’s time for Holy Maiden to accept my thing."

She looked at him with lust-clouded eyes and nodded.