"My Elder Brother is My Husband" - (31) What's inserted?

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When Yan Jing changed his clothes and came over, Yan Luan was sitting in front of the mirror. The maid who was tying up her hair was slowly running an ivory comb through her long, black hair, as if she was talking to her. The girl in the mirror had dimples and a charming smile.
"I'll do it."
Her smile faltered, and Yan Luan looked up to meet Yan Jing's gentle gaze in the clear mirror. He took the comb from the maid's hand and gently combed her hair from top to bottom.
"Let the maid do it; you don't know how to style your hair." Ever since that loose braid came out of his hands last time, she knew she couldn't let a man style her hair.
Seeing the cunning glint in her dark, beautiful eyes, Yan Jing affectionately tapped her head and said in a clear, melodious voice, "Don't move around. It will be better this time. Close your eyes."
After being mocked by Yan Luan that day, he specially asked a maid to teach him how to style his hair. His large hands, used to wielding swords, could only rely on his memory to style one or two simple buns for a while.
Fortunately, Yan Luan had not yet reached the age of marriage, so her hairstyle did not need to be too complicated. Before long, a cute and small bun was finished, and Yan Jing then told Yan Luan to open her eyes and take a look.
"Is this what you meant by 'it'll be better'?"
Yan Luan moved slightly, and the white jade comb with tassels inserted in her hair swayed gently, almost falling off, not to mention her loose sideburns. A South China Sea pearl hairpin slipped off more than halfway. But looking at Yan Jing's self-satisfied smile, she felt a headache coming on.
"Isn't it good-looking?"
How dare you even ask?
"Oh, this looks nice. Let's go have breakfast!"
Breakfast was only halfway through when a message arrived from the fiefdom, forcing Yan Jing to go to his study to handle affairs. As soon as he left, Yan Luan threw down her chopsticks and called for a maid to re-arrange her mostly loose long hair.
...
"Princess, the Crown Prince requests your presence in his study now."
Just then, Yan Luan had nothing to do and was filled with regret for letting Jiang Fuyuan go yesterday, so she followed the maid to the study. This was the first time she had come to the study of the imperial estate; it was usually used by Yan Jing and Yan Tao.
"You're here? Come on over."
Yan Jing preferred quiet. In his large study, only the maidservant serving tea and grinding ink remained silent. When Yan Luan arrived, she disappeared without a trace, even closing the door behind her.
Before the massive rosewood desk stood a bronze cauldron, from which wisps of fragrant smoke slowly drifted out—a scent Yan Jing loved, which he used to scent his clothes; it was subtle and soothing.
"What are you doing... Ah! You!"
Seeing that Yan Jing hadn't put down his pen, Yan Luan curiously went over to take a look. She only glanced at it before her face instantly turned red, and she covered her eyes and cried out in alarm. Yan Jing then put down his pen and grabbed her as she tried to escape.
He held her in his arms, pulled her small hands away from her eyes, pressed her delicate body against the desk, and gently bit her pink earlobe, saying in a deep voice, "Is it pretty?"
It was a painting. On the still-wet Xuan paper, there was a girl lying on a table, completely naked and bound by ropes. Between her wide-open legs, pale vermilion was used to draw a bright red mark on her crotch. The girl's face and features, like peach blossoms, bore a resemblance to Yan Luan...
Yan Jing's painting skills were superb; he even depicted the girl's rounded figure with exceptional fullness. In the smooth vulva, it seemed as if something was placed in the pink crevice, and the girl's expression was one of extreme shame.
"Get it away! I don't want to look! How could you draw something like this!"
Yan Luan had seen Yan Jing's paintings; several scrolls of his paintings of the Twelve Flower Goddesses hung in her Fanghua Pavilion. Each scroll was lifelike, and she greatly admired them. She never expected that he would actually...
Knowing she was going to run away, Yan Jing held her petite figure in his arms, pinning her against the table and locking her firmly in place. He kissed her delicate, burning face, and with a mischievous grin, he took her small hand and touched it on the painting.
"Look here, it's the same size as my Ah Luan. Do you know what's stuck down there? Be good, you'll find out in a bit."
Yan Luan's fingertips brushed against a dot of vermilion on the girl's chest in the painting. She was feeling embarrassed and annoyed when she saw Yan Jing's hand move to the girl's crotch. The flower-shaped seam that seemed to contain something was not very obvious, but she could vaguely guess what it was.
"I don't want to know! Let go of me, ah!"
She twisted violently, and Yan Jing, who was already burning with desire, couldn't resist her arousal any longer. He swept aside the folded paper on the table, pressed her shoulders down, and slammed her onto the table as she gasped. He swiftly pulled the snow-white gauze shawl from her wrist, grabbed her two slender wrists and tied them together. He then reached over her and tied the remaining gauze to the railing at the front of the table.
Now, Yan Luan was completely unable to break free. She lay on the desk, grabbing the soft hand tied to the table. Knowing that Yan Jing was about to do something beastly, she cried out.
"No! No! Let me go! You're shameless!"
She then realized that in the painting just centimeters away, the girl's hands were bound just like hers. He must have planned this all along... I should have known better than to come!
With his wish fulfilled, Yan Jing let out a pleasant chuckle from his chest. His cool fingers stroked Yan Luan's fair neck, and through the thin veil of her dress, he followed her spine, eventually reaching her swaying, upturned buttocks.
"Ah Luan, move a little more. I love watching you wriggle around like this. You're so soft."
He pinched her delicate buttocks, and amidst Yan Luan's scream, he lifted her skirt, the priceless silk fabric bunching up to her waist, and his long fingers maliciously reached for the waistband of her trousers.
Yan Luan's curses were only a few phrases repeated over and over. She vaguely sensed that Yan Jing was going to take revenge on her today, and she trembled with fear, wondering how he was going to torment her.
"Big brother, big brother, I'm scared, please don't do this! Let's be normal!"
She raised her astonished face, her eyes trembling with tears as she turned to look at the man behind her who was unbuckling her belt. Yan Jing, seemingly in high spirits, reached out a finger and pressed it against her trembling pink lips, letting out a soft shush.
"Be good, Ah Luan. Big brother just wants to play games with you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the light-colored striped trousers silently slipped down from between her legs, which were bent at a ninety-degree angle, to her ankles. Then, her private pockets also fell down.
"Ah! You perverted bastard!"
Feeling cold in her lower body, Yan Luan quickly closed her legs and tried to look behind her. She saw Yan Jing slowly squat down. Although she couldn't see him, she could feel him grab one of her calves, take off her embroidered shoes and throw them aside, peel off her stockings, pull down her trousers at her ankle, and gradually raise her calf higher and higher as he stood up.
"Pervert? Ah Luan always says that. Well then, let's have some fun today."
The cloud-like gauze skirt tucked into her waist fell down again. Yan Jing didn't bother to lift it up. Instead, through the thin, soft gauze, he placed his large hand on her private parts and gently rubbed the flower-shaped seam that he hadn't touched for several days.
The slightly warm flower stamens were much more delicate than the red line he had drawn, and against the soft hem of her skirt, he traced the approximate outline of her inner thighs.
"Are you comfortable, Ah Luan?"
His long fingers rhythmically massaged her clitoris, occasionally using his neatly trimmed nails to scratch the most sensitive opening of her vulva. The layer of gauze in the dress did not serve as a barrier; instead, it added to the eroticism.
With one leg forced up and the other barely touching the ground, Yan Luan was almost in tears, groaning softly and trembling: "It's uncomfortable! Let go... Ugh!"

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