【Midnight Song】

"Miss, dry your hair first, or you'll have a headache tomorrow." Chunying pulled Haitang up from the bed, but her mistress slumped over, burying her face in the blankets and refusing to cooperate.
Seeing that her efforts were ineffective, Chunying put her hands on her hips and scolded her impatiently, "You! It's just that Young Master Qing glanced at other girls a few times. Don't you often look at those handsome young men too?" This girl was truly spoiled; she was actually yelling at her mistress like that.
Haitang peeked half her face out from behind the pillow, muttering softly, "But he can have three wives and four concubines, while I can't have five husbands and six concubines." And that wasn't the reason she was depressed.
Chunying rolled her eyes, "I told you to stop listening to Miss Haitang's nonsense, that 'women in charge' and 'women self-reliant' drivel. If word got out, she'd be beaten to death!"
Would she? Xiao Dan talks about it to her parents every day, to her relatives, at restaurants, and even at the theater. Everyone in Crescent Moon City knows that Miss Wen wants a son, Nadov. But who dragged her to get beaten with sticks? Haitang glanced at her incredulously.
"Don't look at me like that. I know you're thinking that it's okay for Miss Wen to say these things, right?" Chunying poked her forehead hard with her finger. Haitang cried out and glared at her. "Don't you think about her temper? Who dares to mess with her? She's been a force to be reckoned with in Crescent Moon City for over ten years, and no one has dared to propose marriage yet. Is this how you want to behave?" Grabbing her, Chunying quickly patted her wet hair dry with a towel.
Haitang didn't care. Proposals were irrelevant; they were out of her reach anyway. Besides, what did it matter if no one proposed? It was best to be as carefree and natural as Xiao Dan.
She had always envied Xiao Dan's outspokenness, unlike herself, who had been taught from a young age not to do this or that. Even after being "personally trained" by Xiao Dan, she still only dared to discuss any topics unsuitable for a lady with her younger cousin in private.
She had no sisters; Xiao Dan was her closest friend. The two always joked and laughed without restraint, making no attempt to hide their curiosity about men and love affairs. Whenever the lively Xiao Dan discovered something good, she would immediately think of her; they were even closer than sisters. And she appreciated Xiao Dan's sincerity, so she would share with her gossip she had heard from relatives and neighbors, including intimate whispers between husbands and wives, as topics of conversation.
However, they never discussed these things in front of Chun Ying; if they did, Chun Ying would beat her to death.
Haitang licked her lips, her little head wandering, letting her maid play with her hair.
"Alright, go to sleep. Get up early tomorrow, I'll dress you up nicely." Chunying nudged her drowsy head. "Stop fiddling with your bell, go to sleep."
Sister Chunying, you're really becoming more and more like an old woman.
Haitang lay in bed, her eyes half-closed. Candlelight shone through her long, drooping eyelashes, casting a faint glow on her increasingly heavy eyelids.
In her daze, a barely audible voice reached her ears. Several times she almost fell asleep, but each time she was pulled back to sleep by that voice at the last moment. Normally, this tossing and turning of wanting to sleep but not being able to would be very frustrating, but Haitang only felt that her head was being pulled by a thread, suspended on the thought of wanting to sleep, floating and unsettling, yet very firm. It made her desperately want to sleep, but unable to smoothly fall into another dream. Later, she couldn't tell if it was the power of the music or her own movement that caused her to rise. By the time she realized it, she had already pushed open the door and was walking towards the source of the sound with soft, unsteady steps.
The sound was clear and melodious, unlike the lingering melody of a flute or the clear, simple sound of a xiao. That music should be…
The sound abruptly stopped, and Haitang opened her hazy eyes.
Under the shade of the green willow branches, a man with disheveled hair leaned against the ground, looking at her with his eerie silver eyes.
"You've come." He removed the leaf from his lips, his pink lips curving upwards, and the handsome man smiled smugly.
His affectionate tone confused Haitang. She asked in bewilderment, "Who are you? Do I know you?" She had never seen him before, at least not in her memory.
He was incredibly handsome, even more so than her fiancé Han Qing, whose looks were renowned as the best in Crescent Moon City.
Her face was exquisitely flawless, her features seemingly sculpted by nature, and her eyes were an extraordinary pair of silver eyes… How to describe it? It was a delicate beauty with a breathtaking allure.
Dazzling and captivating, it bewitched one, making them want to steal her moonlit beauty.
“Didn’t you always want to see me? How come you don’t recognize me now?” The man brushed aside his loose black hair and walked towards her, his nonchalant demeanor only making it harder for her to look away.
She wanted to see him? She didn’t recognize him?
The man smiled, his long fingers brushing against Haitang’s slightly parted lips. “What, are you staring at me like a fool?” She listened awkwardly to his suppressed laughter. “Look at you, you’re drooling.”
“Drool?” Her? Haitang was startled and quickly wiped her mouth.
She didn’t find the ‘evidence of his lust’s lechery,’ but instead touched his cool, smooth fingertips. Haitang’s face flushed slightly.
She stole a glance at the man, seeing his still-playful smile.
It was nothing, just a touch of fingers, why was she making such a fuss? Haitang tried to ignore the heat on her face, casually lowering her hand and "strongly" holding her head high under his amused gaze.
"Unfortunately, I'm certain you're not among the people I want to 'see.' Who are you? What are you doing here?"
She assessed the distance between them—well, very inappropriate for men and women. But her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, unable to move. What was going on?
Wait a minute, what was that hand doing? It was playing with the hair that fell across her chest, teasingly circling it between his fingers! Ahh, quickly swat it away! But uh… she moved her wrist, wanting to put her thoughts into action, but seeing the hand entangled in her hair, the thought of resistance was immediately pushed to the back of her mind.
Ugh, his fingers are so long. The hands lacked the sharp, defined joints of someone overworked, nor the delicate softness of someone pampered; their lines were strong yet not arrogant; very captivating.
She tried not to show too much curiosity on her face, her eyes darting up and down, scrutinizing the man. "Wait, you…you're not human?" Haitang suddenly realized. She remembered that several nights she had dreamt of a man whose face she couldn't see, gazing at her from afar in her dreams, silent yet feeling as if they had known each other for a long time, their mere presence comforting.
Was that man him?
"You're very direct. Yes, I am indeed not human." The man continued to play with her hair with interest, smiling as he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"You—" Haitang was startled, "How could you…kiss me like that?" Her tone held no shame or anger, only surprise.
Haitang didn't understand why she didn't reject this man's intimate gesture; he was clearly a stranger, well, half a stranger. She didn't feel disgusted by his kiss; instead, a tiny, almost lingering, sweet feeling welled up in her chest.
She wasn't sure if it was because of the kiss or because of him, since no one had ever been so bold with her before.
Even her fiancé, Han Qing, had only ever held her hand or put his arm around her shoulder. Xiao Dan had once stood on a chair and scolded her fiercely: "So pretentious! You want it but don't say so, you're just pretending to be reserved! Even if someone is interested in you, your attitude will leave them at a loss. At least open the door a crack and let them peek in!
" "What? No one has ever kissed you before?" The man's eyes crinkled, and he laughed even more heartily.
He pulled her hair tighter, drawing them closer. "Then you've probably never kissed anyone before either. How about it, want to try?" He winked wickedly and offered his cheek.
The face so close to his was fair and translucent, with a faint, almost imperceptible glow that rippled with the captivating light in his eyes.
Was it the moonlight's favor? Haitang thought of her newborn nephew, whose delicate, moist skin seemed to drip with moisture at the slightest touch.
She hesitated, then swallowed hard, a little embarrassed, and said, "I've never kissed anyone before… but are you really going to let me kiss you?" Although the man before her was a strange stranger, his face was undeniably delicious… Since he had offered the invitation himself, it couldn't be considered her taking advantage of him, right?
The man noticed her struggle and teased her even more generously, "Yes, I'm letting you be so intimate with me. My lord, you must be gentle with me." He gave her a flirtatious wink, the focus and longing in his silver pupils making her, with her weak will, feel dizzy, as if drunk, her reason teetering on the brink of collapse.
In the night, something finally fell with a snap. Haitang shook her head, feeling a sense of liberation, as if breaking free of shackles.
She had been restrained for too long; tonight, someone was willing to let her be so 'intimate,' so why not…
The moonlight was dim tonight, but the man's figure was exceptionally clear, especially his alluring appearance that had been swaying before her eyes for so long… She couldn't help but blush.
"Be gentle… okay, but that depends on how cooperative you are, my beauty…" she uttered lewd words that made the man pause, cupping his face in her hands and forcefully kissing his fragrant lips.
This was the nonsense she and Xiao Dan had overheard; it shouldn't be wrong, right? "My beauty, you smell so good…" she pressed her face against his, her cool, smooth skin feeling so comfortable to touch.
The man, regaining his senses, reacted quickly, reclaiming the initiative he had momentarily lost, and immediately whispered seductively on her lips, "You smell good too, baby."
As if his wish had been fulfilled, he almost worshipped her, holding his breath as he pressed closer, a soft sigh in her ear that she didn't notice in her daze.
The man first rubbed his lips against hers, gently sucking a few times. When she involuntarily gasped for breath, he began licking her tender lips, using one hand to tear open her clothes and caress her unexpectedly alluring curves. "Mmm…wait, I didn't…" Wasn't that a bit too much? Haitang blushed, her complaining mouth caught off guard as his slippery tongue effortlessly pursued her flustered attempts to escape.
Haitang, her mind a complete mess, awkwardly responded to his onslaught, trying to keep up with his pace. But every time she was about to entangle herself with him, he cunningly slipped away. After several such encounters, she became so annoyed that she abandoned her last shred of restraint, her tongue darting fiercely in and out of each other's mouths. Saliva dripped continuously from their lips and chins, adding one lascivious mark after another to the boundless spring of the night.
The man finally released her, satisfied. Haitang seized the opportunity to gasp for breath, thinking she was about to die. "Huff...hah...you...cough cough..." She choked on her own breath, quickly covering her mouth with both hands, coughing and glaring at the man's barely suppressed amusement.
She had actually let this man kiss her so naturally, and so deeply at that. Was this dream too...or was her true nature really so wanton, wanting men so much that she wouldn't refuse anyone?
"You, so careless, how come you even choke when you talk?" The man kindly patted her back. "Don't...cough..." She tried to slap him away in anger and embarrassment, but he dodged left and right, preventing her from hitting him. Haitang was furious, partly from the frustration of not being able to hit him, and partly from the bewilderment she felt about her earlier thoughts.
The man seemed to have gotten into teasing her, dodging even faster and more quickly, until finally she "accidentally" tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground.
"Hehe, you're so impatient. So eager, huh?"
"Cough...it hurts...I'm not!" She coughed, rubbing her nose in pain. Why are his chests so hard!
Haitang clumsily straightened up, trying to get away from this ambiguous situation, but the man who had been lying motionless on the ground suddenly smiled at her.
With a "whoosh," layers of clothing were ripped off.
She was stunned, looking down blankly, and found her collarbone and breasts exposed to the wind.
"You..." Her face turned bright red.
Why did he take off her clothes and look at her with that kind of embarrassing gaze...ah, why was he staring at her there...no, should she scream and shout "molestation" now? Was he planning to take advantage of her, the legendary...?
Haitang couldn't care less about her moral compass, which was being overwhelmed by rebellious pleasure. Her mind was filled with the erotic pictures she had secretly discussed with Xiaodan, causing her face, which had already heated up from coughing, to become even redder and hotter.
Completely naked from the waist up, Haitang sat uneasily on the man's lap, unsure of what to do with her hands. The riding position made her
fidget uncomfortably. The wind whipped against her skin, and the helplessness of being exposed made her shiver. His gaze, appraising her body like an object, made her ears burn. She tried to pull at her clothes that had fallen to her waist, but he wouldn't let her. His large hand enveloped hers, and the warmth of his touch, gradually becoming familiar, flowed into her heart. His large hand slowly moved upwards from her waist, the calloused skin smoothing her tension, and she sighed softly in comfort.
Why had things come to this? Haitang desperately suppressed the chaotic, almost agitated emotions within her. Her eyes were unusually bright and watery, her face flushed, and she struggled to grasp the last shred of reason.
He said he came to make her a woman, so he wanted to have sex with her. But… didn't he think they should at least get to know each other first? Haitang had completely forgotten that she had a 'fiancé'.
"Isn't this what you wanted, Haitang?" The man touched her lips. Haitang wasn't surprised he knew her name, but she didn't understand the meaning of his words.
The man lay beneath her, his fingers sliding down her rounded earlobe, slowly moving to her slender shoulder, then stopping at her full, rounded nipple. He flicked it quickly, and her fair body jolted. The man smiled triumphantly.
"I..." She instinctively wanted to escape the teasing of his long fingers, but realized with embarrassment that she didn't want to pretend in front of him. She really did feel good from his flick, didn't she? Just a moment ago, her whole body felt tingly and numb, her nipples tingling and itching... She licked her lips, feeling a sense of wonder at her body's reaction.
"You've always wanted to experience the taste of lovemaking, haven't you? But because you're too timid, you don't dare to cross the boundaries of propriety, so you can only think about it, yearn for it, day and night?" He heard her cute yet frustrated murmur clearly.
"What...what am I hoping for!" She didn't expect it day and night! At most, it was only once every few days! Haitang, flustered and embarrassed, covered his mouth and those eyes that seemed to see right through her. How could he...how could he know she had always resented Han Qing's lack of romantic understanding? How could he reveal her shameful secret?
The man slowly pulled her hand down. "Naturally, I'm hoping for a man to share the pleasures of love with you." He looked at her ambiguously, his soft, warm tongue licking each of her fingers, the wet, numb, and warm touch making Haitang's sensitive shoulders tremble.
"I..." Her head was spinning, but he didn't wait for her reply and continued, "Your fiancé didn't want to be disrespectful to you before the wedding, and you knew it was morally right, so you tolerated it. But you discovered that he was secretly getting intimate with those so-called prostitutes, courtesans, and those female confidantes."
"You were confused and aggrieved, so you went to ask him, only to get the bullshit answer of 'it's against propriety.' You started to think that he didn't like you at all, so he didn't want to get close to you."
Although he didn't avoid her, his attitude remained cold and distant. It wasn't dislike, it was a lack of feelings for her. In fact, all along, it was only she who was passionately preparing to become his wife.
Haitang listened sullenly, her hands wrapped around her full chest, feeling cold. She didn't know if it was because the wind was getting stronger, or because the wind was invading the breach in her heart.
"He... has always been very good to me, but it's just not the kind of good that an engaged couple would have." She licked her lips, murmuring to herself that after countless disappointments, she finally understood when she saw him show other women a natural smile she'd never shown her before. It was the most unspeakable blow to her heart, another kind of mockery of her status as his fiancée.
"So you even doubt whether you're feminine enough, so that he doesn't feel 'passion'?" He chuckled softly, pinching one of her nipples, inwardly admiring. Even there, she was so adorable, like a little jade bead.
Haitang wrinkled her nose, suppressing the prickly yet pleasurable, needle-like sensation in her chest, and said coquettishly, "Those women are indeed more charming than me. I've observed them, and they all have that... that 'womanly' charm, that mature, alluring quality that I have." At least, that's how she saw the women Han Qing was close to.
Haitang puffed out her cheeks. Since he likes that kind of woman, if she becomes that kind of woman too, he'll treat her differently, right?
Anyway, it wasn't too late when she found out Han Qing didn't like her, and they weren't officially married yet, so it wasn't too late to do anything now.
The sourness in her words made the man raise an eyebrow.
If it was because of this reason, he would have to wonder if her fiancé was blind. After all, although he treated her like a maid, he had never ignored her innate charm.
Her small eyes, with their slightly upturned corners and long, curled eyelashes, were particularly attractive, and her small, diamond-shaped mouth often glistened with an alluring moisture. He knew she had a subconscious habit of licking her lips, so the pink color was always like cherry blossoms touched by fresh rain, the two complementing each other, making her exceptionally captivating.
In his eyes, she was a top-grade gem.
"Want some allure? It's simple." He easily peeled off the rest of their clothing. She didn't struggle, only pausing slightly as each piece of clothing came off her body. The man understood that it was because she couldn't completely break free of the restraints yet, but that didn't matter. "That's why I'm here."
Haitang blinked. "You're here to make me a woman?" This encounter was too... too lewd, wasn't it? She was a little shy.
The man, leisurely lying on the ground, ran his hand from Haitang's thigh to her vulva, answering lightly, "Yes, because you want to become a 'woman' sooner to seduce your fiancé, so I'm here to help you."
"Then you... uh..." Haitang shuddered, a tingling sensation like an electric shock spreading through her body. The stimulating, perverse feeling of being invaded made her eyes well up with tears.
"I am Hanchun." The man continued to pull at the small protrusion hidden between her labia, his remaining fingers constantly touching the fluid flowing from her vulva. His silver eyes shone like stars. "Haitang, I am your Hanchun." Yes, I exist because of you, lovely Haitang.
Forgetting to mock the name's idyllic, spring-like quality, what interrupted Haitang's thoughts was the following sentence.
"My...?" She paused, the discomfort of the intrusion causing her body to tense.
"Yes, yours." He nodded with a smile, his fingers expertly slipping into her intimate space.
"...This is a dream, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's a dream. Haitang's own dream."
Dreams are born of people, transformed into illusions by the heart, filling the dissatisfaction of reality.
Dreams reveal the most repressed desires of the human heart; when desire exceeds the capacity of a dream, it becomes a real dream.
He was merely summoned by her accumulated desires. He maliciously sat up and licked her collarbone, then added another finger. Two impatient, hard objects stirred playfully inside her. Haitang cried out in unbearable pain, "No... ah... it hurts there... let go..." She grabbed his hand, sweating profusely, but he ignored her, his fingers sometimes parting, sometimes intertwining, thoroughly enjoying themselves. "
You won't just appear for this one night?
I'll appear every night you need me.
Why me?
Because you need me.
Because of my... lewdness?
Yes, you're utterly lewd, utterly depraved. My heart aches for you, that you can only indulge in your desires secretly. Today, I can finally help you this time.
I... I...
Haitang, wanting to sleep isn't wrong. Every man and woman experiences it in their lives. Morality and etiquette shouldn't be the shackles that bind your desires.
...
Haitang, believe me.
Haitang, don't be afraid. Follow me, don't be afraid."
"...I...I'm not afraid...I...I'll follow you...
" "Haitang really wants me, doesn't she? Then don't suppress it, let's do the most blissful thing in life together. I promise, it will make you very comfortable." Han Chun held her legs as they straddled his sides, his hoarse whisper like a snake's tongue, seductive and alluring. Haitang licked her lips, her breathing gradually becoming rapid.
"Um...Han Chun..." She lowered her head as if finding it difficult to speak, almost drooping to her chest.
"Hmm? Do you want me to hurry up?" No problem. Because it was her first time, he didn't intend to play too roughly and scare her, but if she didn't mind, he was naturally happy to cooperate.
"No...um...why are you playing with...my private parts?" She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, her lips bitten until they were red and tender.
She had just wanted to ask, but Han Chun kept inserting himself, digging and probing, making it impossible for her to speak properly.
Han Chun was taken aback, then chuckled. "I was wondering why you didn't say anything. So you thought... it was okay?" He cupped her breasts in one hand, playing with them, while the other hand swirled around her vulva, dancing wildly inside her tender flesh.
It seemed he had truly underestimated her.
She was passionate and bold; her white thighs unconsciously rubbed against him, her soft moans sweet and cloying, making his penis throb with a painful hardness. She truly was a naturally alluring little vixen.
But this kind of game was more exciting; he liked it.
He smiled slightly, scooped up a pool of moisture from her vulva, and traced a glistening silver line up her lower abdomen, winding and circling her skin. She moaned incessantly, her little buttocks trembling. He laughed at this, and inserted a finger into her small navel.
"This feels so good... although it's a little strange... Ugh—what are you doing!" she cried out in surprise, trying to pull the man's hand away in embarrassment. Haitang blushed deeply and hurriedly tried to stop him from doing this, but he was engrossed in his game, pressing his large hand against her soft, white belly and grinning mischievously at her.
She had a bad feeling. "What are you laughing at?" she asked defensively, leaning back slightly.
"Haitang, you may be small, but your breasts are quite impressive. I wonder if there's anything... more surprising about you?" Han Chun was already alluringly beautiful, and his smile only enhanced his bewitching charm. His bright, sparkling silver eyes made her feel a surge of desire, almost disoriented.
"Surprise? What do you mean?"
"Well, we'll find out soon enough." He chuckled softly in her ear, his breath making her blush and try to pull away. His gaze fell on his already erect desire, and his smile deepened.
"You're so stingy," Haitang said coquettishly, glancing at him sideways. Seeing that he wouldn't answer, she turned her attention back to his long fingers that were penetrating her core.
She blushed slightly. Just moments ago, she had been admiring how long and elegant his hands were, but now they were... wriggling inside her body. It felt so awkward.
"Han Chun... what should I do now?" Haitang bit her lower lip, watching his movements buried in her flower mound while trying to knead her own breasts. She pinched them curiously and shyly, squeezing and shaping them into various forms. She was seriously teasing those full jade rabbits, and she gasped softly at a discovery she had never noticed before. When she looked up unintentionally, she met Han Chun's teasing eyes and couldn't help but feel embarrassed and scold, "What are you looking at?"
"Didn't you find yourself some work to do?" What a quick learner and proactive slut, Han Chun clicked his tongue.
"I... I was just uncomfortable from your kneading, and now you're busy inserting into me... so I had to do it myself." The girl sounded both aggrieved and innocent. Was it his fault? He couldn't help but chuckle and pinch her nipples.
"Good, good, you did very well, you're teachable." Han Chun smiled and let her play, then slowly tightened his grip on her buttocks, gently kissing her collarbone. Suddenly, his right hand plunged in all the way in, and Haitang cried out in pain, her nails digging into his arm.
"Ouch—it hurts..."
The sharp pain instantly numbed her entire body, and her delicate face contorted with a mixture of fear and arrogance. Tears of fear trembled and fell, her helpless and tearful expression so alluring. He murmured, mesmerized, "But you should learn other things too, it's a disadvantage to only learn a little about this..." Either she would be bullied or he would be bullied by her.
"Hmm... ahh... ah you... Han... hmm..." The rough movements caused a considerable amount of water to splash, but Han Chun ignored her struggles, the malice on his lips obvious.
Haitang felt like she had been thrown into a vat of boiling oil, so hot, so numb, so stinging, so painful! Her blood was almost boiling, as if water was bubbling above her head. Her fingers were red with excitement. "Han...han han..." She pressed her forehead against his shoulder, her body convulsing to the extreme. Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out, only a single murmur that seemed to be calling him, or perhaps panting.
Glug glug, glug glug... The dense, lewd sounds of water and flesh sticking and separating made her want to hide away and not hear it, but, but Han Chun...
"Ugh...gu um..." The untouched and never-been-explored Haitang was in great pain, so much so that she wanted to cry, but he didn't give her a chance to breathe. Her lower abdomen and tender hole, played with until they were a mess, were numb, only a thin, dull, and undeniable tingling sensation continued to whip her nerves. With the brutal in-and-out torture of her finger stick, her eyes were forced to redden. She whimpered softly, like a wronged little animal wanting to cry but daring not to make a sound.
"Mmm...uh...uh..." The soft, damp pubic hair clung sparsely to her skin, itching uncomfortably. She wanted to rub it away, but she was afraid that if she loosened her grip and tightened her hold on his hand, she wouldn't be able to withstand his thrusting. "No...uh...suck...suck...ah...uh..."
Han Chun had lost the smile that usually graced her lips, her forehead throbbing, her eyes flashing with a frenzied focus, as if waiting for something, or perhaps enduring something.
"You...Haitang, you're so horny." He pressed close to her reddened earlobe, suppressing his heavy breathing and chuckling softly. Even her little ears were so red, so cute.
Her heart fluttered, and she stuck out her tongue to suck on her earlobe. But nibbling at that little bit of flesh wasn't enough; his fingers moved rapidly, quickly inserting a third finger. The three fingers, as if preparing to hollow out Haitang, were greedy and excited, flicking, turning, pressing, and stabbing irregularly. Her supple waist moved so intensely, her calves clamped so tightly around him, even the nails digging into his back were trembling sweetly. So this was how he did it, that's how she liked it, huh.
"Good girl, harder, um...good job, twist harder...yes, my Begonia is so great..."
He made her so wet, the scent of lust was so strong. He really wanted to see how far he could play with her with just his fingers, this girl had potential.
"Ugh...whoosh...ah um..."
Yes, that's it, the side of his thigh was burning from her rubbing, faster, faster...his thing was about to burst.
"Ah ah...spring...oh...suck it..."
Don't run away, Begonia, sit back, don't be afraid. Good girl, sitting so hard...does it feel good? The little girl's first orgasm was coming, he would teach her.
"Ah...um...no...no...ah..."
She couldn't take it anymore? "Little girl, it's quite impressive that you've held on this long. You'll be even better if you learn more; I'm really looking forward to it."
Han Chun smiled, pressing Haitang firmly against his shoulder. His hands moved even faster, his three fingers sticky and slippery, darting back and forth in the small passage. His thumb twisted, pulled, and turned fiercely. She bit his shoulder,
both in pain and pleasure, until the man unexpectedly thrust his three fingers all the way in, and she screamed! "Ahhh...ahhhh...ahhhh..." Her body trembled violently, her back arched, her long hair swung wildly, and her breasts swayed in the air, incredibly seductive. Sweet moans continued to echo between them; she felt her voice was extremely piercing, but it wasn't much louder than a cat's meow. Her face contorted, like a handkerchief twisted to its limit.
The restlessness that had been simmering within her finally found an outlet. After exhaling all the air from her chest, Haitang collapsed weakly against him.
She managed to lift her arms and hug the man, her heart filled with grievance. She couldn't help but sob as he gave her a tender kiss.
"What's wrong, Haitang?" Beads of sweat slid down her skin. Han Chun let her cry for a while before gently licking her lips, tasting a hint of salt.
"..." Haitang pursed her lips, leaning against his broad shoulder, refusing to look at him. She wiped her eyes, her expression stubborn.
"Hmm? How would I know if Haitang didn't tell me?"
"..." She pouted, her tear-washed eyes looking at him resentfully.
"Haitang doesn't like it?" He was a little hurt, his arms around her, gently swaying her. Unexpectedly, her bottom bumped against something, the electric shock-like sensation making him stiffen. He'd brought this on himself.
"You didn't say that doing this would kill you." Her little face was filled with accusation.
"Hmm." This girl is so naive. Making someone almost die of pleasure with just her hands? That's not something everyone can do… Wait, don't back down.
"You didn't say there couldn't be a break in between, so I used all my strength from the beginning, and by the end, my legs were about to break." She complained bitterly.
"Hmm." Interrupting in the middle is bad for your health. Like just now, he doesn't know how hard he's been holding back, and this girl is still torturing him like this.
"Why are your eyebrows furrowed like that?"
"It means the answer is yet to come. We'll know the reason after we're done." Han Chun smiled, keeping her in suspense, and subtly urged through gritted teeth, "Come on, lift your buttocks."
Hai Tang was startled, "There's an after? What about just now…?"
"Just now was foreplay to make you feel even better later." It also meant it wouldn't hurt too much when she lost her virginity.
Oh, is that so? Hai Tang was somewhat skeptical, but hesitantly let him guide her movements.
Her flower-like opening wasn't twitching as badly as before, and she felt a trickle of fluid flowing out, like urination, which embarrassed her greatly.
The fingers that had been teasing her for so long withdrew, replaced by something larger and hotter. She thought Han Chun was trying to ease her soreness with something warm. She looked down to see what this magical thing was, only to find that it, just like his fingers had done, was wedged between her labia, with something protruding and pulsating on it slowly spreading her open. Haitang suddenly remembered that she and Xiao Dan had secretly seen it. A man's thing... it was meant for a woman... A familiar fear gradually rose from her lower body to her panicked expression.
"Han Chun?"
That thing, that thing... How could this be! It's so different from a finger!
"Haitang, take a deep breath." Han Chun lowered his long, thick black eyelashes, not letting her see the fierce, almost bursting flames of desire in his eyes. He had originally intended to gently guide her through this ordeal, but after the teasing just now, he decided it was better to speed things up.
"Ugh!" She tried to roll over and escape, but Han Chun suddenly sealed her lips with his, his hand gripping her buttocks tightly as he pressed down. " Ah
... "Hold..." Haitang's face contorted in pain, her hair disheveled and plastered to her forehead and cheeks. Her fingertips scratched something, slowly but forcefully, yet the pain below only lessened slightly. "It's alright, Haitang. I'm helping you." He frowned slightly, patting her shapely buttocks, feeling the pain from her grip on his penis. "Relax down there, you'll hurt yourself if you're too rough." His words were earnest, but his hands roughly and quickly grabbed her two pink, bouncy breasts, squeezing, pinching, and kneading them. Haitang took a slow, deep breath, feeling less pain after relaxing. But her vagina felt stretched open, and her stomach felt dull and uncomfortable. That large thing was still deeply inserted at the very bottom. Strange... it seemed even thicker than before? She thought it was her imagination but didn't ask. Because she noticed that the area still hurt a little, but a strange restlessness was beginning to stir within her. Like a flame, it burned slowly and steadily, yet it made her restless and anxious. "It always hurts a little the first time, just bear with it. It'll stop hurting soon, okay?" He opened his lips and sucked on her slender neck, his sharp teeth pinching her throbbing pulse. Haitang trembled, all her senses focused on the spot he was biting. "Han...Hanchun, you...want to eat me?" She remembered Xiaodan saying that some demons eat people. Although Hanchun looked like a deity, he wasn't a deity either, especially since he was doing this kind of thing with her... No matter how she thought about it, Hanchun seemed more like the kind of greedy demon Xiaodan had described. A flash of excitement crossed his silver eyes. He thought this girl was really perceptive, truly of good character. "Yes, of course I want to." He certainly hadn't expected Haitang to have such wicked thoughts. He smiled and licked from her neck to her raised chin, his index finger tracing circles on her smooth buttocks. "Are you serious?" Haitang was terrified, even temporarily forgetting the pain in her lower body. Was he serious? Did he really want to eat her? But, but… “Of course it’s true. I’ve been procrastinating. I’ll start enjoying myself now.” He smiled wickedly and eagerly, while reminding her, “Haitang, hold on tight, be careful not to fly off.” Sitting on him was a bit unstable, but it was also very exciting to play with. “I don’t… huh?” Her legs were spread wide open, and he used both hands to hold her tender legs and cup her round little buttocks. This time, he didn’t care about her upper body. But he thought that her waist strength should be able to withstand the storm he was about to unleash. “Hold on tight, inhale.” Han Chun reminded her one last time, using her pinky fingers to pry open the fleshy petals at the base of her thighs, tightening her buttocks and pulling back a little, then thrusting forward, the round mushroom head quickly and forcefully inserted itself back into the flower slit, “Mmm…” The moment she was wrapped and twisted by the flower flesh made him tremble with pleasure. Haitang was choked by the brute force and couldn't breathe for a moment. "Mmm—ah..." The thick, fleshy rod squeezed all the way in. Han Chun didn't wait a second and thrust his waist with the force of a tsunami, trying to conquer the flesh hole at full speed. "Ah...wait—ahhh...ah..." Haitang screamed, her waist passively led by his movements, up and down, in and out—how could he...be so fast—that thing is so big, so hard...the tip of the Southern Kingdom is round, it's reached...all the way in! "Ahhh...slow down...ahhh...oh...Chun mmm..." The fleshy rod was rubbing inside her hole so hot...so hot...it was so hot that she was going crazy! The play that was even more amazing than fingers made Haitang lose her mind and couldn't even see the scenery clearly. Han Chun swallowed another gasp, his eyes shining frighteningly. He had finally managed to penetrate her, and now his penis was throbbing so pleasurably inside her tiny flower pot. How could he let her slow down whenever she wanted, or let her manipulate him with just a few sweet moans? "Ah...ah...um...ah..." Don't be so rough...she could barely hold onto him...her hands couldn't grip him at all, she would...she would fly away... "Ugh...no...ah..." Haitang didn't understand why, every time she said no, Hanchun would thrust harder and faster. She was like a new recruit facing a formidable enemy in battle, chosen for the front lines but at a loss, inexperienced and helpless, completely at his mercy. He thrust into her with unstoppable force, leaving her no choice but to let him happily thrust his penis in and out; she tried to appear fearless, but he only mocked her with even more ferocious thrusts. This man—his lewd smile after his triumph was so annoying! "Haitang, loosen up...don't squeeze so tight—" he gasped, and Haitang blinked, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. She sniffed and tried to move again. Sure enough, she heard Han Chun growl at her, "Don't be naughty!" Haitang bit her lip, looking at him innocently. Her lower abdomen continued to contract and relax, her eyes curving into a cunning arc. Who told him to bully her like this? Now he's found his weakness! Haitang, who was extremely smug, didn't expect what the consequences would be after someone was 'stimulated'. So, after the man who was assaulting her had a more terrifyingly twisted expression, she naturally didn't expect that she would be suddenly pressed to the ground and put into such an ugly position. "You... deserve to be fucked!" Han Chun cursed, quickly pinching her calves and pushing them upwards until his knees squeezed her breasts painfully. "Ah!" The overly bent position made her buttocks stick up high, and the dark bush of their tightly connected genitals, and even the veins on his hot penis, were clearly visible. At this moment, Haitang didn't have time to carefully study what it would be like when a man penetrates a woman, because Han Chun was exuding the aura of a beast devouring its prey, which really frightened her. "No... Ahhh—suck it—" She instinctively tried to back away, but he pressed her down, and then his penis pounded into her flower like a rice pounder, so fast that she couldn't react at all. "Oh ahhh... um ah... um um... um um..." She felt like she was being run over by a bumpy carriage, something was shaking her body, causing her to be lifted into the air from time to time. She wanted to speak but was afraid of biting her tongue, so she could only hold onto whatever was at hand, trying her best not to be shaken off. "Um um... um ah... um..." Haitang opened and closed her small mouth in a daze, her head swaying involuntarily, moaning loudly and softly. The overwhelming pleasure made her extremely dizzy. She felt like he was poking her so hard that a layer of flesh was being ripped away, it was so scary... but it felt so good... so good... Oh, would she die? His hair fell on her face, intertwining with hers. Han Chun, panting heavily, lowered his head, licking away the strands of hair that covered her alluring eyes. His hair, however, flew wildly behind him, wild and fiery. "Ah...uh..." His penis thrust deep into her flower-like opening, and the girl, having been punished, was already in tears. Han Chun laughed heartily, his broad chest pressed tightly against her thighs, his thrusts continuing intensely. "Baby, men aren't so easy to deal with. Will you be better next time?" His handsome face was filled with lewd passion, beads of hot sweat dripping onto both of them. He hoisted her slender legs onto his shoulders, swinging them rapidly in the air with his movements, her misty silver eyes gleaming with the excitement of finding a treasure.

"Haitang...do you like it, hmm?" Wonderful, this little girl's taste is absolutely amazing! Look at that cute little hole, so tender and tight.
Especially her clitoris, it seems to have a force desperately sucking him in. He thrust with increasing force each time, but each time he couldn't reach the bottom, leaving him extremely frustrated. A burning desire to conquer surged within him, and his speed immediately doubled, becoming faster and stronger, constantly changing angles as he plunged into her flower-like opening.
"Ugh...you're...bullying me..." She trembled twice, excitedly straightening her neck, her hands grabbing the man's back muscles haphazardly, her flower fluid overflowing.
"I'm not bullying you...I love Haitang the most. Look, I'm giving you so much..." Han Chun tightened his buttocks, half-kneeling, half-squatting, his huge penis thrusting in and out wildly, each impact using the most ferocious force.
God...that little hole gripped him so tightly, always contracting its walls just as he was about to withdraw, leaving no gap whatsoever. It was so difficult for him to withdraw each time, and even more difficult to re-enter... Luckily, her vaginal fluids were plentiful. Listen, the sound of the water was so loud, even in this position with her flower facing upwards, the
lustful fluids overflowed, flowing down to his legs and knees. "Ah... okay... Han Chun... almost there... ah..." A familiar spasm came from deep within her body, and Haitang hugged the man tightly, her waist trembling with ripples from the impending frenzy.
"Almost there, Haitang. Wait for me!" Feeling her narrow opening begin to contract and expand rapidly, he inhaled and quickly thrust in and out, pounding into her lower body until it hurt.
"Hmm... ah... no..." Too much, too much, no more—Haitang screamed wildly, her back arching high as her thighs clamped tightly around his head, her waist shaking wildly.
"It's coming, it's coming... Haitang, catch it—" Han Chun thrust roughly a few times, his buttocks pressing tightly against her vulva, and his thick semen shot out.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Haitang trembled like a banner swaying in a storm, her body stretched taut like a fully drawn bow, her fingers trembling wildly, leaving bright red bloodstains on his body.
"Ah..." She couldn't remember anything—only that magnificent torrent washing over her, wildly engulfing her consciousness, leaving no stone unturned...
The pressure that had been building up inside her was finally released, her body tingling and numb, so comfortable...so comfortable...
She could feel that thick, hot penis gushing out a powerful flow of heat inside her, full and scalding... Her delicate flower walls couldn't bear it, and a few sharp pains came from her lower abdomen.
Haitang's eyes were glazed as she savored the climax, when suddenly her consciousness returned, and she finally remembered that she had forgotten something.
"Haitang?" Releasing her slender, white legs, Han Chun brushed aside her hair, his silver eyes still holding a hint of intoxication, he looked at Haitang with confusion, like a child who had done something wrong, helplessly avoiding his gaze.
"...Mmm." She responded softly. She didn't know how to start the conversation, so this was her only response.
Han Chun slightly propped himself up and kissed her forehead.
"Haitang, tell me. Be good." He used his body to show his insistence, his fleshy blade eagerly trying to sneak deeper.
"Uh! Han, Han Chun..." Haitang scratched his upper arm, her expression flustered and timid, "You said, this is a dream?"
"Yes, I said it's a dream. What's wrong?" Han Chun rubbed her flushed cheeks, very satisfied with the womanly charm she had transformed under him. The pair of eyes he was most fascinated by were hazy and dreamy, their eyelashes wet with tears of pleasure, moist and incredibly alluring.
"Then after I wake up, I... um, still..." Finding it difficult to say, Haitang bit her lip again.
"Still a virgin? Of course." Han Chun sighed and replied casually, as if nothing was wrong. "This is a dream, not reality. You don't need to worry about waking up tomorrow morning to find that your fiancé has broken off the engagement." Seeing Hai Tang seem relieved, he pursed his lips, something faintly veiled in his eyes.
However, he still nonchalantly tapped her pretty nose and said with a smile, "Isn't it too late to worry about this now? We've already done everything we should and shouldn't have done."
Hai Tang felt embarrassed and retorted, "I just forgot, and you said it's a dream..." Her words trailed off, and she suddenly couldn't continue.
--What's with all this talk about dreams? Actually, it was subconsciously that she didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Thinking about it, if she had asked from the beginning and received a negative answer... she would be glad there was one, but it would definitely have led to more struggle and regret.
"It's better if it's a dream, isn't it?" Han Chun raised an eyebrow with interest, seeing through her little thoughts. "And this dream is so vivid, even the climax was incredibly pleasurable and realistic. You've never experienced such extreme pleasure before, have you?"
"Um...yes." She admitted embarrassedly that the dream was unbelievably real.
Just like now, she could still clearly feel her nectar being squeezed out from the gap between their bodies, slowly flowing down their thighs and onto the ground in an ambiguous way. The places where the fluid flowed were extremely sensitive, and she kept jerking back as if pricked by needles.
"Well then, since Miss Haitang has no more worries, let's do it again." Han Chun smiled, slowly moving her strong waist back and forth.
"Huh?" Haitang's face flushed. She was about to tell him to pull back a bit, but he... "But, didn't you already... you know? I've come too."
And she was a little tired, her body aching and exhausted...
"This can't just be a one-time thing." Hanchun straightened his expression and said seriously, "A woman's charm must be continuously cultivated, and it also depends on whether both parties are satisfied."
"Is that so?" She listened blankly, "Then how many times is enough?" This was the first time she had heard of this.
Wait... Ugh! Her soft spot was touched. It was that sore yet comfortable numbness again, hiding inside her body, muffled, um... um, she wanted...
As if waiting for her to say that, the man smiled mischievously, "Naturally, until both parties are satisfied." But her stamina needed more work, it was a pity to be so delicate—at least for him.
"Then how many times will you do it to be satisfied?" Haitang swallowed, muttering to herself.
The man deliberately ignored the pleading in her eyes, feigning thought, "I don't know yet." After all, it depended on her cooperation.
If she could hold on, they would continue. If she couldn't... then he would have to work hard alone, ha.
"Then, could it be... just one more time?" she pleaded softly. Once was enough; if he did it too many times, she would die.
"No." Han Chun refused decisively, thinking that this request was underestimating his abilities.
The man picked up Haitang and lay down again. His thick, engorged member didn't leave her flower cave, even bouncing happily between their movements. "Ah! You've gotten bigger again!" Haitang cried out in a mixture of shame and anxiety, feeling the Southern Bone thrusting against her thick, tender flower walls, and it was getting thicker and thicker. Her flesh cave had just been stretched open, and that thing was pushing even further in, threatening to break her!
Han Chun lazily squinted, enjoying the expression on her face—a mixture of confusion about whether to tell him to stop or to keep up with his pace—as he began to thrust slightly. "Haitang, how about you do it this time?"
"Wh...? I...?" Her hair flew across her face, she braced herself on her hands and knees, her buttocks bobbing up and down in the air as the man thrust into her, barely managing to answer as he continued his assault.
He wickedly parted his lips, steadying her waist. "You just sucked on me a few times, didn't you? Like that, then try moving yourself."
After saying that, he truly stopped moving, only gently kneading her breasts with tender care. Haitang gasped for breath, her eyes widening as she looked at him uncertainly.
"Be bold, Haitang, you'll be fine." He lovingly stroked her slender shoulders and arms, smiling encouragingly at her.
"Han Chun!" Haitang pouted, quite annoyed by his mischievous intentions, but with desire raging, she couldn't care less and could only carefully raise her waist.
"Ugh... um... um... so sore..." She scrunched up after only a few movements, the feeling of having the hot iron stretch her vaginal muscles was so strange, "You... are too big, ah..."
"No, you've shrunk." Why was this body so sensitive? He chuckled and patted her head, which drooped due to the overwhelming pleasure, then ruffled her hair, "If you spread your little flesh apart, your vaginal opening will be bigger, and my penis can go in, right?" Actually, the fastest way would be for her to sit down, then both of them would definitely reach the highest heaven. It's just that the girl is still a little timid and hasn't fully figured it out yet, so we can only take it slowly like this.
"Do I have to part it again? I'm almost out of strength." She complained coquettishly, but Han Chun gave her an ambiguous look. Hai Tang had no choice but to reluctantly and somewhat shyly spread her fingers apart her dark bush, pulling up her labia, and slowly moving her little bottom to try and insert that huge, long thing that she both loved and hurt.
The man swallowed and suppressed the urge to thrust his waist, replying distractedly, "That's why we need to do it more, so Hai Tang will have the strength." Besides, she would have to deal with it later, how could she not have enough stamina?
"Um, Han Chun... after we finish this time, shall we rest first? Actually, we can save it for tomorrow..." She finally sat down with difficulty, and he smiled with satisfaction. He reached out and slapped her buttocks with a loud thud, and she cried out in shock, her hand floating over her genitals as she glared at him angrily.
"No. My Haitang is so cute, I can't wait until tomorrow." The man teased her ambiguously, which made her blush. "Come on, twist your waist like you did before, and have your little hole contract quickly too. I made you so happy just now, now it's your turn to serve me well, hmm?"
"Oh... then can you shrink a little? I'm really so swollen down there." Haitang's face was as red as fire. She obediently straightened up and sat down again, her hands gently resting on his chest. As she sat down harder, the muscles under her hands became more and more tense. "Hmm..."
Han Chun was enjoying the sensation of being shaken by the person on top of him. Hearing this, he immediately replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, Haitang, this is not something I can control. But I promise it won't get bigger." Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Haitang's lower abdomen tightened. "Ah..." Both of them shuddered. She had just reached a small climax. She released a gush of vaginal fluid, and he, inside her, responded with even greater vigor as her vaginal walls convulsed.
"You...you're lying!" she cried out, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.
"...That doesn't count." He chuckled sheepishly, earning only a reproachful glare from her.
"But, you've gotten bigger again..." Haitang's eyes welled up with tears of grievance; that thing was ridiculously large, her vagina was becoming increasingly numb and itchy.
"That's easy. Haitang, move faster, sit harder, and it'll go down quickly." Han Chun coaxed her without batting an eye, his voice so tender and indulgent it seemed to melt her. Haitang blinked twice, her face flushed with embarrassment at his words, and after a few awkward movements, she obediently resumed her thrusting exercises, rhythmically increasing the force and speed under his instructions.
"Oh...mmm...so big..."
"Big is good, big will make Haitang feel more comfortable."
"But...I think...I need to pee...ahh..."
"That's not peeing, it's an orgasm. Like when I 'tricked' you just now."
"Oh...ahh...you naughty Hanchun, how could you..."
"Hmm? What's wrong with me? Your little Rui'er is asking me to massage her, ah...she's so cute with her round and plump body."
"Ahh...don't...don't rub anymore...and don't...pinch..."
"Okay, okay, whatever you say. You want to massage and bounce, right? Haitang baby, you're so shameless."
"No...naughty...ahh...I'm almost...out of strength..."
"Haitang, just hold on a little longer, you'll be there soon...be careful not to sit crooked, aren't you afraid of being pierced?"
"Ugh...mmm...ha..." She was scared, but she couldn't control herself. Her body automatically rose and fell, clamping the penis tightly, then stickily releasing it.
"Keep going...don't stop, almost there...hurry, Begonia..." The man's breathing was rough and uneven, the two snow-white mounds in front of him swaying violently. He grabbed one on each side, stretched his neck and swallowed them greedily, alternating between biting and licking. So water splashed everywhere, and the two of them were soaked as if they had just been pulled out of the water.
"Oh...ah...ahhh..." She—had come again...her delicate body trembled violently, she instinctively arched her back, feeling herself ascend to another state of ecstasy, her buttocks unconsciously rubbing together a few times, her soft panting echoed in her ears, her heart pounding like a drum, booming through her brain.
She thought it was over, but Han Chun opened her bright silver eyes at this moment, her smile full of aggression, "My turn." The girl was really good at taking the lead, rubbing him until he was almost bursting with fire.
Before Haitang could even rebuke him, he thrust into her with the force of a beast. "Ahhhhh!" The man repeatedly pounded into her wet, still-orgasmic opening, the sound so loud it made his penis slippery and almost jump out of her body.
Haitang could barely sit up from his thrusts; she bounced and swayed on him like a rag doll, her upper body shaking violently. His penis kept withdrawing from her core, always leaving only for a fleeting moment before crashing back in. "Ah, ah, ah!" Ugh! His penis is so hard… no, it's just that my buttocks hurt so much when I sit down on him!
He deliberately held her waist loosely, his palms barely brushing against her skin. To avoid being pushed out, she instinctively spread her slender, white fingers and grabbed aimlessly. What else could she grab? This hateful man in front of her!
"Haitang... could you scratch me a little lighter...?" Han Chun, scratched several red marks, sighed helplessly. Her black hair, spread across the ground beneath him, wove a spiderweb. Her silver eyes, like cold stars embedded in the night, were eerie and deep. Her thin lips, like blood, had a slightly upturned curve that, at first glance, gave off a terrifyingly bloodthirsty aura.
"Ugh... no... no..." She was stunned by the sight before her, her mind going blank for a moment. Her mind, quite inappropriately, was filled with doubt: Han Chun, Han Chun, what kind of demon is she?
"This isn't good. I'm afraid I won't be able to resist and will want to bully you even harder." This girl, she hasn't learned her lesson yet, Han Chun thought with amusement. He pulled his penis back almost completely before thrusting it back in instantly, his lower abdomen slapping rapidly against her wide-open flower core, his waist and hips barely touching the ground. His strong waist was thrust out quite domineeringly, a few drops of turbid fluid flowing from his lower abdomen to his collarbone, transparent and sticky, yet making people even more excited.
"No, no... I... ahh... it hurts..." Sweat clung to her skin, her mouth barely able to cry out, her lower body aching to the bone, a burning desire raging in her abdomen. With each thrust, the sparks of pleasure ignited the surrounding tender walls, the scorching heat spreading wildly, sending waves of pleasure through her.
"Ugh... ugh... ahh..."
Her legs ached... her hands were numb. Haitang whimpered, wondering why she still felt anything there. Her vaginal fluid gurgled from his thrusts, waves of suffocating fluid pounding against her soft opening, her stomach throbbing uncomfortably, his penis stuck there, blocking the gap tightly, her climax wanting to release but unable to, very uncomfortable...
"Hmm... Haitang, you're so tight... come on, almost there—" He grinned wickedly, noticing the astonishing contractions of her inner walls. His thumb quickly twirled the clitoris, causing her vagina to contract sharply, making his penis feel even more painfully squeezed. He groaned, as if encouraged, and thrust with all his might.
His final thrusts were deep, each high stab making her throat feel like it was choking. The man's pumping was so fast that she could only gasp for air intermittently. Her body couldn't keep up with his speed; she couldn't breathe...
The lack of breath caused her face to turn as red as if it were covered in thick rouge, and her chest felt like it was about to burst.
Her chest hurt so much… her head was throbbing, she was so dizzy… she… she… Han Chun…
she… she couldn’t take it anymore…
“Haitang?”
Their swaying bodies suddenly stopped at a high point. She groaned in pain, and Han Chun, reaching his peak, let out a long, pleasurable roar, releasing his hot fluid.
Han Chun slowly exhaled, his body experiencing extreme satisfaction. His thoughts were still immersed in the afterglow of his climax when suddenly his eyes flashed, and he quickly caught her as she collapsed.
“Haitang?” Han Chun called her again worriedly, his large hand caressing her rosy cheek, looking at her furrowed brows with reluctance.
After a while, he realized she was just exhausted and had fallen asleep, and he was relieved.
“Good girl, even snoring.” He chuckled to himself, gently brushing aside the stray hairs covering her face, thinking to himself that this girl’s stamina was really not good enough, that she had fainted after only two rounds.
It seemed he still had to…
His mind raced, his long fingers tracing her brow, then brushing against her earlobes and soft lips. He leaned closer, speaking seductively in a low voice.
“Haitang…who am I?”
Haitang’s eyes were still closed, her voice dazed, “…You…Hanchun…”
“Haitang, do you like it when I do this to you today?”
“…Yes…”
“Is it comfortable?”
“…Comfortable…but tiring…” Her delicate brows furrowed again.
“I’ll help you, you won’t be tired after tomorrow.” His voice lowered, slower.
“Let’s do it more in the future, okay?”
“…” Her lips pursed slightly.
“Haitang, okay?” He gently took one earlobe into his mouth, licking and sucking it.
“…” She trembled sensitively, letting out a soft gasp.
"...Okay..."
"Haitang is such a good girl." Han Chun sighed with deep resentment, his palm pressed against her flat, soft, white belly. "Being good gets you a reward."
"Mmm..." Haitang hummed softly, twisting her waist to avoid the gradually warming object on her stomach.
"Haitang, come find me every midnight from now on, okay?" He nuzzled her face, his tone full of reluctance.
Even though his body still retained the afterglow of ultimate pleasure, he was now lost in a complex mix of emotions.
She opened her mouth and breathed heavily, sweating profusely, but her eyes remained tightly closed.
"I'll wait for you, hmm?" His silver eyes lowered forlornly, and he kissed her brow with tender affection, concealing the trace of bewilderment at the corner of his lips. "Midnight, I'll wait for you."
He released his palm, watching her lean against him, completely exhausted. His fingers wiped away the white fluid that had overflowed from her tender opening—it was from her and his.
They had to part.
Han Chun thought, half confused, half repressed.
Girl...Haitang. She...she really surprised him.
He had thought she was domineering and scheming, but he hadn't expected her to be so innocent… so adorable.
He chuckled softly, a hint of sadness in his laughter.
If only he could do it all over again.
If he hadn't… come with ulterior motives, they wouldn't have met and gotten to know each other like this.
His slender fingers traced the shape of her lips, his gaze fixed on the crimson petals tinged with his and her colors.
"Begonia, remember, I'm waiting for you."
He murmured incessantly, repeating his name over and over again.
His voice was hoarse, like a beast's low growl seeking affection.
She drifted into a deep sleep, her face serene and beautiful.
The man continued to call out, until his figure vanished like smoke, but the echo lingered in her dream.

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