Master, no! - Chapter 225: The Guest Takes the Lead (Slightly Erotic, Limited)

I gasped in surprise, unsure whether to extend my hand or not.
"What, is there a problem here too?" Qingyan held a red silk thread used for pulse diagnosis in her hand, placing her hand on the hem of her skirt as she spoke, a hint of mockery on her face.
"No..." I said quickly, shrinking back as I did so. This skirt is so thin that even a gust of wind could reveal my legs, and with my hands in the middle... wouldn't he discover everything if he lifted it up?
Upon hearing this, Qingyan paused, looked up at me with a rather inquisitive gaze.
I knew it would be troublesome if he saw these things, but how could I prevent him from seeing them? While racking my brains for a solution, I looked at him with feigned innocence and shyness. He saw my expression, his red lips twitched, and his eyes filled with laughter.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully this cunning man hadn't noticed anything amiss.
"I was wondering, what are you going to use this for? To take my pulse?" I knew he was using the thing in his hand to tease me, but I really didn't know what else to do in this situation.
"Yes, the 'suspended thread pulse diagnosis,' you've heard of it, right?" He suddenly leaned down, his face close to mine, his breath brushing against my cheek, his beautiful eyes staring straight into my heart. My face flushed red, and my heart pounded like a deer's.
That's just how I am. Even though we've been together countless times, I still get shy at times like this. But I know I can't be shy today. I need to get him to focus his energy elsewhere, so he won't think about what's going on below.
"What did you touch?" he whispered close to my earlobe, his slightly vibrating voice so deep and alluring that it almost bewitched me.
"I..." His hand grasped mine through the thin fabric of his dress, applying slight pressure and moving his fingers back and forth. With a soft "plop," the sound was so clear in the quiet room where only our breathing could be heard.
"You little rascal, feeling this much already?" His hand twitched, looking like he was about to pull it off again. I quickly reached out and grabbed his hand, shouting, "No!"
"Hmm?" He looked up at me slightly, and I bit my lip and said, "Don't let go of my hand." I turned my head away, revealing my slightly flushed cheeks and ears.
"Do you like it this way?" He gave me a mischievous kiss. I glanced at him sideways and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying."
"You prefer to do it yourself?"
"Oh dear, don't say it!" she continued, feigning affection.
"How about this?" he said, gripping my hand tightly through my clothes and pulling it back and forth.
Beneath my clothes, sharp fingers were teasing my tender opening, the thick fluid my master had forced inside me mingling with my own arousal. With each deliberate thrust, the fluids splashed everywhere with a "plop, plop" sound. My skirt was already soaked, my wrists were splattered with the fluid, and my lower body was soon a complete mess.
At first, it was just to appease Qingyan, to make him think I wanted to do this today, so I deliberately leaned close to him, panting and moaning softly. But my sensitive body soon felt a strong sensation; my hand was being forcibly held by someone else, being fondled in my most sensitive and private place. That place still bore the marks of another person's lovemaking, marks that he couldn't see—this guilt, fear, and unparalleled pleasure quickly got me into the mood, and before long my body tensed up, my lower body contracting rhythmically; we both felt that I was about to climax.
But he stopped at that moment.
"Yan..." I gasped, looking up at him breathlessly. He pinched my cheek and teased, "Getting impatient?"
"No way!" I bit my lip, avoiding his gaze, and leaned on his shoulder, breathing softly.
"Let's do something different today, hmm?" he said, lifting my chin with his index finger and stealing a kiss like a lecherous man before laying me down. I inwardly groaned; my hand was still outstretched down there, and as soon as I lay down, my skirt was lifted up by itself.
So I did something I'd never even considered before: while he was getting up, I suddenly turned around and pinned him down on the bed.
Qingyan seemed surprised by my actions, lying on the bed for a moment in a daze, then burst into laughter. The smile traveled from her chest to me. Her radiant smile was like the most beautiful flower blooming in the sunlight, so beautiful that I was mesmerized and just stared at her.
"What's wrong? Don't know what to do next?" He lay obediently on the bed, as if waiting for my next move.
"Are you afraid of me?" I guessed his gaze, and as I stood up, I hid my wet right hand and half-pressed my body against his.
"Why should I be afraid of you?" Qingyan chuckled.
"Then close your eyes, dare you?" I raised my chin, gently stroking his chest with my left hand. He looked down at my left hand, then glanced at my exposed chest, smiled slightly, and closed his eyes, saying, "Fine, I'll close them. What are you afraid of?"
I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After searching around for a while, I finally found the right length bellyband by the bed. I made up my mind and decided to take it.
I quickly wiped my slippery hands on the hem of my skirt, pressed down on his leg, and bent down to pick up the undergarment. He hissed, and I gasped and turned around—I'd pressed down on the wrong place. Luckily, he was still obediently keeping his eyes closed. I picked up the undergarment and covered his face with it.
"It smells so good..." He twitched his nose and said, "Your scent, the smell of milk."
"You're so mean!" I said, pinching his cheek in a huff. "You can't lift it up just because I told you not to."
"Sure," he said immediately, his breath causing the light pink bodice to flutter slightly, instantly creating an ambiguous atmosphere on the bed. His cooperation left me somewhat flustered. He seemed to know I couldn't do anything, and I could feel his mischievous smile even through the bodice.
I was genuinely dumbfounded. What should I do next? I caught a glimpse of the long red thread in his hand... Would doing that be a bad thing?

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