“Doesn’t it hurt anymore?” Wen Jian’s palm caressed Ji Sang’s cheek, his deep dark gaze locked onto hers.

Ji Sang didn’t know if she was embarrassed or annoyed. Her face flushed to her ears. “…Huh? I didn’t…”

“Still hurting?” He interrupted her before she could finish, his brows furrowing deeply.

“It shouldn’t.”

“Spread your legs, let me see. The doctor said it should be better by tonight.”

As Wen Jian spoke, his fingers hooked onto the strap of her undergarments, about to help her untie it. Ji Sang panicked and reached to cover the strap, hastily saying, “It doesn’t hurt anymore, it doesn’t hurt…”

After speaking, her gaze flickered restlessly. What was she even saying!

A seductive chuckle escaped from Wen Jian’s throat. “Seems like the doctor didn’t lie to me.”

He dominantly hooked his arm around her waist, leading her towards his chest. Ji Sang’s entire chest pressed against his bare chest, and through the thin fabric, she felt the heat emanating from his body. Ji Sang’s whole body felt numb, and she pushed against his chest with her palm, trying to move away, but he held onto her tighter, and his thin lips pressed down accurately.

“Mmm…”

Ji Sang furrowed her brows, wanting to say something, but his thick and powerful tongue intruded into her mouth, capturing and licking her small tongue, imitating the movements of sexual penetration.

The sticky sound of their intimate contact filled the room, and the temperature kept rising.

Ji Sang’s tongue grew sore and tingly from the kiss. A muffled moan escaped her throat. Wen Jian’s lips and tongue continued their journey from the corner of her lips, down her chin, licking and kissing her collarbone.

She was being kissed so intensely that her lower region couldn’t help but become wet. Her legs tightly entwined, but when she finally realized it, she was already flipped over, facing away from him. She was left with only a green bellyband…

Wen Jian’s scorching kiss landed on the prominent bone at the back of her neck, meticulously licking and biting. She was so sensitive that she called out, “Ah… Wen Jian…”

Wen Jian suddenly lifted her waist, raising her hips. His whole body almost pressed against her spine, his long arm reaching around her, pointing at a bamboo slip that he had placed in front of her at some point. “Sang Sang, let’s try this position first.”

On the bamboo slip, a woman was kneeling and the man was supporting his large member as he penetrated her from behind…

Because it was a spring painting drawn with a brush, the man’s member appeared black and large, looking fierce and ferocious.

Ji Sang looked at the painting with hazy eyes, and her body couldn’t help but shudder. “Wen Jian… don’t…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Wen Jian had already lowered his head and was kissing and licking her butterfly bone. He followed her spine, sliding down to her perky buttocks. He suddenly opened his mouth, biting hard, and then released with a “pop.” One hand supported her raised thigh, while the other slipped into the space between her legs. It lightly touched her half-closed flower entrance, causing Ji Sang’s whole body to tremble as if electrified. She bit her lip and helplessly called out to him, “…Wen Jian…”

“Mmm…”

Wen Jian lightly hummed, filled with desire, which sounded more like a moan from deep within his throat. It was teasing.

“Don’t…”

Ji Sang knelt in such a position, with her buttocks exposed to the man’s gaze. She blushed all over, overwhelmed with shame.

Wen Jian’s middle finger slid up and down between her flower petals, feeling the wetness. He raised his face slightly and said, “Sang Sang, you’re so wet… That medicine really works… You’re so tender down here.”

His thumb found the swollen bud, and his slender fingers followed the slightly open entrance, penetrating inside. He rapidly thrust while caressing the bud.

Such actions seemed insufficient. He withdrew his fingers, lowered his head, and opened his mouth to engulf the swollen and reddened bud. His teeth bit down on it, sucking and licking it, while his nose lightly rubbed against the trembling labia, occasionally accidentally brushing against the entrance…

Pleasure surged through Ji Sang’s tailbone like an electric current, spreading throughout her body. It made her scalp tingle, and she gasped for breath with her face raised, “Mmm… ah… ha… Wen Jian… ugh…”

Before long, her lower abdomen trembled violently, and a wave of lewd fluid sprayed out. Wen Jian didn’t avoid it and got sprayed all over his face…

Ji Sang’s body trembled uncontrollably, and her arms, supporting herself on the bedding, could barely hold her up. She collapsed onto the bed, her mouth wide open as she desperately gasped for breath.

In this position, her buttocks were raised even higher, and her wet entrance was directly facing Wen Jian. That small opening was like a hungry little mouth, puckering and enticing.

Wen Jian wiped the fluid off his face, deliberately using his rough tongue to lick around her entire vulva. Then he unfastened his belt, and his long member, already eager and impatient, sprang out, landing heavily on the vigorously contracting entrance. Ji Sang was dazed by the forceful impact, and in the next moment, she released another stream of fluid, instantly wetting the glans.

Wen Jian felt her wetness, gripping his member with his hand and using the glans to rub against her entrance. His shaft rubbed against the moist flower petals, until his entire length was covered in lewd fluid. He then used his knees to push her legs even wider and slowly pushed into that blushing opening.

He thrust slowly.

Her flower entrance had just experienced an orgasm, making it particularly sensitive. His member had just entered with its glans, and the crazily wriggling flesh inside immediately squeezed and resisted against this foreign object, as if countless little mouths were fiercely sucking and biting the shaft.

Wen Jian’s temples throbbed as he forcefully spread Ji Sang’s raised buttocks with his large palms. With determination, he forcefully thrust in with a “squish” sound.

The stretched walls of her passage tightened instantly, pressing tightly against the most fragile and sensitive spot. A burst of intense heat erupted, and both of them let out a sigh almost simultaneously.

“Sang Sang… be gentle with your biting.”

Ji Sang trembled all over from being penetrated, feeling like she had just gulped down several ice-cold sparkling waters on a hot summer day. The bubbles exploded inside her chest, leaving behind an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and ecstasy. Her face lifted from the bedding, appearing as if deprived of oxygen, and she opened her mouth but couldn’t catch her breath for a long time…

“Uhh… ah…”

It was too deep.

His size was substantial, and Ji Sang felt like she was being pierced through. But the man didn’t give her any time to adjust. He was already thrusting slowly, steadily, and unyieldingly inside her.

With each thrust, he went as deep as possible, fully withdrawing and then forcefully plunging back in. In no time, the pink flesh hole was being pounded, and juice was flowing out abundantly, dripping down along her thighs…

“Ha… ah! Wen Jian… slower… ah…!” She trembled violently from being penetrated, and her cries grew louder. When he thrust forcefully, she bit into the bedding. Her moans, mixed with sobs, were filled with a crying tone. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

It was too intense…

Wen Jian inserted his hands while passing through Ji Sang’s tight space, sliding into her bellyband. His two large palms spread open, enveloping her breasts that were almost bursting out of the band, forcefully kneading them together, rubbing the already erect nipples with his fingertips.

As he kneaded her lower abdomen, each thrust hit hard, causing her body to involuntarily jerk forward. The pleasure was deep and intense, as if she was sailing in a sea of desire, rising and falling with the surging waves, as if the next moment a big wave could engulf her.

“Ugh… Wen Jian… slower… ah…”

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Wen Jian heard her cries, and his genitals, thrusting inside her, suddenly grew larger. He lowered his body, his warm lips kissing her spine, hot breath blowing along the way, giving her the ultimate pleasure.

His thrusting became more fierce, with each thrust going as deep as possible. The fresh, red flesh was brought out with each withdrawal and fiercely pushed back in by the following thrust. His full scrotum slapped against her tender clitoris, which received attention, causing Ji Sang’s petite body to tremble…

The place where their genitals met looked like a mess.

Ji Sang’s cries became hoarse, and then she opened her mouth to breathe. Her weak arms rested on both sides of her face, and her wide-open legs were numb, allowing the man to freely move inside her.

The pleasure kept increasing, and her vaginal walls suddenly tightened. When Wen Jian thrust in forcefully again, she let out a choked sound from her throat, her lower abdomen convulsed, and a wave of desire fluids gushed out.

The warm fluid crazily penetrated her entrance, and her vaginal walls contracted tightly around the man’s shaft. Wen Jian’s waist tingled from the bite, and a delightful sensation spread from his tailbone to every part of his body. He breathed heavily like a bull, his hands suddenly gripping her trembling raised buttocks, and despite her intense climax, he fiercely thrust more than a dozen times. His orgasm surged to the top of his head, and his organ swelled to its limit. He let out a muffled groan from his throat, his anus loosened, and scorching semen shot straight into the deepest part, making Ji Sang, who was still in climax, tremble all over and stare blankly above…

When she came back from the lingering aftermath of her climax, the man had already flipped her over. His lips and tongue gently kissed her, his fingers playing with her soaked flower bud, and the ultimate tingling sensation invaded Ji Sang’s nerves once again.

Just after experiencing an orgasm, she felt as if she had been lifted out of the water. Sweaty hair stuck to her cheeks, and she grumbled dissatisfiedly, “Wen Jian… it’s enough, don’t touch there anymore…”

“Enough?” His voice sounded hoarse and fiery.

“Mm.”

“But I plan to try all the positions on the bamboo slip with you tonight.” Wen Jian lifted his chin, indicating her to look at the bamboo slip.

Ji Sang’s head felt dizzy, and she followed his gaze to the bamboo slip. The positions from earlier were still depicted there, but now the woman’s waist was tied with silk, almost falling in the center of the bed. She was lying underneath a man, sitting astride him and rocking back and forth…

Ji Sang suddenly woke up, panic filling her dark eyes, and she shook her head frantically. “…Wen Jian, I don’t want to…”

“Sang Sang, give it a try… It’ll feel very pleasurable.”

“Just now… I was riding you, but this time… it’s your turn to ride me.”

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