Senior brother and junior sister

Mo Lian'er sat before the gilded dressing mirror, watching her maid adorn her with the final hairpin. The girl in the mirror, with her jet-black hair, snow-white face, pearly teeth, and crimson lips, possessed captivatingly large, watery eyes. Everyone in the capital knew of the stunning beauty of the youngest daughter of the Prime Minister Mo, a beauty like a fairy from the moon, the object of countless dreams of marrying a young man.
Today was her fifteenth birthday, the age of marriageable age, a time for betrothal. However, she was destined not to marry any young man from the capital. Mo Lian'er lightly lifted her jade-like fingers, twirling a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled, revealing a gentle, clear smile like moonlight.
A fairy from the moon—wasn't she destined to seek immortality? The day before yesterday, Mo Lian'er had accompanied her mother to the Xiangguo Temple to offer incense, where she encountered an immortal who discovered her spiritual roots and offered to take her into the immortal realm. Today was the day the immortal had promised to take her away.
Actually, it wasn't uncommon for immortals to come to the mortal realm to take disciples with spiritual roots to cultivate immortality. However, in recent decades, no immortals had appeared in the mortal world, and Mo Lian'er had never imagined she would have such good fortune.
But shouldn't immortals be detached from worldly affairs? The one she met seemed more like a dashing and debonair nobleman. Mo Lian'er blushed slightly as she recalled the immortal's ambiguous caress of her hand, testing her spiritual roots. If she hadn't witnessed him riding the wind, she would have truly thought him a lecherous rogue!
"Lian'er is so beautiful." A deep, pleasant male voice came from behind, his warm breath brushing against Mo Lian'er's ear.
Mo Lian'er cried out in surprise, startled. "Where's Xiao Tao? Immortal, how could you enter Lian'er's boudoir?" Xiao Tao was the maid who did Mo Lian'er's hair and makeup; she had been standing behind her just a moment ago, but now she had vanished without a trace. And this immortal had suddenly appeared. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, but there was no one there at all. —Is this some kind of immortal magic?
"Call me Senior Brother Qingtan." The man rested his chin on Mo Lian'er's shoulder, looking at the girl in the mirror with an enigmatic expression.
"Senior Brother Qingtan," Mo Lian'er called out tremulously. This immortal who called himself Qingtan acted so differently from the immortals she had imagined, making her inexplicably uneasy. Qingtan looked like a handsome young man of about twenty, while she was still an unmarried girl. How could he be resting his head on her shoulder? Even an immortal shouldn't do that. Yet, Mo Lian'er was enveloped by his aura and couldn't move.
"Tsk tsk, Lian'er's voice is so sweet." Qing Tan's smile was tinged with flirtatiousness. He opened his arms and pulled Mo Lian'er into his embrace, gently rubbing his nose against her earlobe, teasing in a low voice, "Let your senior brother taste if this little mouth is coated with honey?"
Mo Lian'er was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes, "Senior brother, let me go! I'm going to call for someone."
Qing Tan raised an eyebrow, "Who does little Lian'er want to call? Your father and mother? Or your brothers and sisters? They are all in the main hall saying goodbye to Lian'er who is going to cultivate immortality. They can't hear your voice."
"You're talking nonsense!" Mo Lian'er was stunned, "I'm clearly still here." Who were her parents saying goodbye to? She tried to struggle desperately, but she couldn't even move a hair.
"Ah. I made a puppet exactly like you to say goodbye to your family on your behalf." Qing Tan lightly licked Mo Lian'er's earlobe, satisfied to hear her gasp in surprise, before answering casually.
"Why won't you let me say goodbye to my family? Who are you? You...you're definitely not an immortal! Let me go!" Mo Lian'er was both shocked and angry, but there was no way to resist.
"I have no patience for dealing with those mortals. And I can't just kidnap you directly. So I had to use a puppet. After all, little Lian'er and I have more important things to do."
"What...what things?" Mo Lian'er asked tremblingly.
"What things?" Qing Tan chuckled, biting Mo Lian'er's ear, his voice becoming indistinct: "Little Lian'er guessed right, I'm not an immortal. But, what we're going to do has a lot to do with immortals."
Qing Tan's hands, which were wrapped around Mo Lian'er's slender waist, slowly roamed over her lower abdomen. One hand gradually moved upwards, seemingly teasing her breasts with his fingers, while the other hand slowly slid down, his fingers probing into her inner thigh.
For the first time in her life, her most private place had been touched by a man. Mo Lian'er was filled with shame, anger, and fear. But she was completely helpless, even her screams were muffled by Qing Tan's tongue.
Qingtan slowly and deliberately teased Mo Lian'er's body, teasing her tongue with his own. He first held it gently, swirling it around, then sucked hard when she tried to pull away before releasing her tongue. He then grasped her right breast with his left hand and began to knead it.
Mo Lian'er was dazed by the kiss, her screams turning into heavy gasps. The man's hands seemed to be under some kind of spell, creating wave after wave of tingling sensations on her body. Mo Lian'er
felt her body begin to heat up; the tingling sensation seemed to penetrate deeper into her bones with each of the man's movements, gradually giving rise to an itchy feeling. She couldn't help but wish she could move, or that the man's movements would be more forceful.
But she still couldn't even move a finger. She could only bite her lip, suppressing the moans that involuntarily escaped her lips.
"Clever little Lian'er, have you guessed what we're going to do?" Qingtan smiled, looking at Mo Lian'er's increasingly flushed cheeks in the mirror. His lips pressed against her neck, whispering each word slowly, "We're going to do things that are heavenly, heavenly, and deathly."
"Oh dear, is little Lian'er also looking forward to it? Your little nipples are already hard." Qing Tan pinched Mo Lian'er's nipple through her thin summer dress, then withdrew his right hand, which had been caressing her inner thigh. He cupped one of her full breasts in his hand, gently pinching the nipple between two fingers and slowly rubbing it.
Mo Lian'er bit her lower lip, letting out a soft moan. A subtle pleasure spread like ripples from a drop of water into a lake, starting from her nipples and spreading outwards in circles, making her body feel warm, yet still not enough. If Mo Lian'er could move now, she would surely thrust her chest forward, offering her soft breasts to Qing Tan's hands, begging him to knead them harder.
Mo Lian'er was terrified by the sudden thought that arose in her mind. Even though she was still innocent and naive, she knew that such thoughts were not something a lady of high birth should have. "You...you're a monster! What did you do to me? Ahh!" She cried out in fright, her nipples immediately being scratched hard by the man's fingernails, turning her sobs into moans.
"Does your body feel so hot? Are your little nipples itchy? Do you want your senior brother to pinch them harder?" Qing Tan leisurely played with the girl's soft breasts, occasionally blowing mischievously into Mo Lian'er's ear. Whenever the girl was about to cry and struggle, he would pinch her a few times, turning her low sobs into more seductive and melodious moans.
"Little Lian'er's moans are indeed beautiful. Shout louder and your senior brother will like it even more." Qing Tan gently bit the tender flesh on the back of Mo Lian'er's neck with his teeth, leaving a trail of ambiguous wetness, while softly saying words that made Mo Lian'er blush and her heart race. "Your little breasts are so cute, so soft and bouncy. They seem like they'd jump up in your hands if you squeeze them. They're so irresistible. They're just not big enough yet, but your senior brother is here. He'll let you play with them more often and make them bigger and prettier."
"Ah, let me go! I... I don't want to cultivate immortality anymore! Go away! Stop rubbing them! Mmm..." Mo Lian'er couldn't speak properly anymore, her face flushed red.
"Ha, does little Lian'er still think we're going to cultivate immortality?" Qing Tan softened his grip, tracing circles along her nipples with his index finger, eliciting another moan from Mo Lian'er. "It's too late to say no now."
"Mmm... Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? Mmm... Ahh... No!" Mo Lian'er gasped, trying to get an answer.
"Tsk, still have the mind to ask these questions. Looks like your senior brother isn't trying hard enough." Qing Tan raised an eyebrow, gently licking Mo Lian'er's earlobe with his tongue, while his hand moved downwards.
Mo Lian'er let out a soft cry, her whole body trembled, and her mind went completely blank.
Her clothes were still on, but Qingtan's hand slipped through the fabric as if it were nothing, directly touching her most private area. She let out a soft, surprised exclamation. "Oh, little Lian'er, it's so smooth and tender here. Is it natural?"
"What? Natural? Waaah, don't touch me!" Mo Lian'er felt like a toy in Qingtan's hands, her burning body making her reactions sluggish.
"Little Lian'er, you're coming of age today, right? Did your governess teach you about adulthood? For example, what's this part called? What's its purpose?" Qingtan asked softly, as affectionately as an older brother chatting with his younger sister, seemingly oblivious to the lewd topics she was discussing.
"Waaah, no, no, don't touch me, uh-huh," Mo Lian'er's moans were laced with sobs. The fingertips that caressed her private parts seemed to carry a spark, instantly igniting her already burning body, making her feel an intense thirst and agony. She only wanted Qingtan to stop immediately, or to make the fire burn even more fiercely, until she was reduced to ashes.
"No? Then let your senior brother teach little Lian'er." Qingtan seemed oblivious to Mo Lian'er's outburst, continuing to whisper gently in her ear, "This is Lian'er's little flower cave." As he spoke, he slightly hooked his index finger, slowly gliding the back of his finger across her inner thigh.
"Here, these are Lian'er's little petals." Qing Tan used his index and middle fingers to part the two petals, gently caressing the inside. His shy words echoed in Mo Lian'er's ears: "Lian'er's little petals are so smooth and tender, um, it's like you could squeeze water out of them. Ah, it seems like water really is coming out."
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Chapter Directory: Hehuan Palace
"Ah, how could this be? Waaah, ah!" Mo Lian'er only had a vague understanding of matters of the heart and didn't quite understand what Qing Tan was saying. She only felt both comfortable and embarrassed.
"Good Lian'er, why are you crying? This is the nectar that Lian'er's little flower cave is spitting out. It means Lian'er is being played with very comfortably by her senior brother." Qing Tan rubbed his index fingertip on the petals a few times, getting it covered in slippery juice, and then slowly probed into the honeyed passage hidden at the end of the petals, patiently continuing to explain: "What your senior brother is inserting his finger into is little Lian'er's little flower stamen. Look, all this nectar is coming out of Lian'er's little flower stamen." "If my senior brother inserts his finger, even more will come out, and Lian'er will feel even better. Does little Lian'er like it?
Ahhh, no! Ahhh!" Mo Lian'er gasped repeatedly from the intense stimulation of the thrusting into her flower cave. Her lower body suddenly contracted, and as Qing Tan had said, she spat out a large mouthful of honey water, soaking her underpants.
Qing Tan chuckled, "Little Lian'er is really sensitive. She's destined to enter my Hehuan Palace."
The name Hehuan Palace didn't sound like a good place. Mo Lian'er resisted the waves of intense pleasure crashing over her while drowsily thinking,
"Little Lian'er, do you want to ask what Hehuan Palace is?" Qing Tan inserted his middle finger into her flower cave as well, still slowly and gently probing with two fingers, gradually opening up the tight, untouched honey passage.
“The Hehuan Palace is a place where men and women can find pleasure together. Isn’t Senior Brother making Little Lian’er very happy right now? Later, Little Lian’er will make Senior Brother happy too, okay?” Qing Tan asked, while suddenly circling a small, raised fleshy bump near the entrance of her flower-like opening with his thumb.
“Ahhh…uhh…” A tingling, numbing sensation shot up from that spot, instantly engulfing her entire body. Mo Lian’er’s flower-like opening convulsed violently, tightly gripping Qing Tan’s finger, making it difficult for him to thrust in and out.
Qing Tan tapped the small fleshy bump with his fingertip, his tone still casual, as if discussing the weather. "When Senior Brother touches here, doesn't Little Lian'er feel itchy and tingly? Doesn't she want Senior Brother to rub it harder to feel comfortable? This is Lian'er's little clitoris. Whenever a man plays with this, Little Lian'er gets horny and wants the man to play with her harder. Her little hole will also tighten more and more with each insertion, and it will only feel comfortable with something thicker and bigger. Come on, tell Senior Brother to play with Lian'er's clitoris harder. Be a little horny in your tone."
"Waaah, you're a devil! Let me go, I won't tell!" Even though Mo Lian'er didn't understand matters between men and women, she could hear the lewdness in Qing Tan's words. And she said such shameful things, treating her like a prostitute.
Qingtan raised an eyebrow: "Eh? Doesn't Little Lian'er know what 'wild' means? Well, Little Lian'er is a lady from a respectable family. Then let me teach you. You must learn well. 'Wild' means to seduce men so they want to play with you. Little Lian'er, don't take my words lightly. When we get to our Hehuan Palace, this is extremely important. If no man is willing to play with you, you'll be in big trouble." At the end, Qingtan's usually gentle and doting tone turned somewhat cold.
Mo Lian'er felt a chill run down her spine, and even her head, which had been somewhat dazed by burning desire, cleared a bit. "I don't want to go to the Hehuan Palace. I only agreed to cultivate immortality, not to do 'that kind of thing'!"
"What kind of thing? Is it like this?" Qingtan vigorously rubbed Mo Lian'er's clitoris, then thrust hard into her flower cave a few times, bringing out a large amount of slippery juice. “I can tell that Xiao Lian’er really likes it. Besides, who says you can’t cultivate immortality by doing this kind of thing? To be honest, I’m not lying to you. I’m a Foundation Establishment cultivator. After I deflower Xiao Lian’er, I’ll have some fun with her. Then you can use my and your yang essence to draw qi into your body and become a Qi Refining cultivator. Although Lian’er’s spiritual root isn’t that great, as long as she has enough yang essence, it’s not impossible for her to cultivate to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. Wouldn’t that make her an immortal in the eyes of mortals?”
“You’re lying! How can you cultivate immortality like this? Ugh!” Mo Lian’er had just realized that she could move again when another finger was inserted into her vagina. Now there were three fingers playing with her vagina at the same time, making it numb and sore, but with a strange pleasure. She suddenly went limp and involuntarily reached out to grab Qing Tan’s neck.
"Yes, that's it. Little Lian'er is quite talented. Come on, hug your senior brother. Stand up and rub your little breasts against your senior brother. Hmm, does that make it less itchy? Move your little bottom too. If you want your senior brother's fingers to go where, just move your little hole over there." Qing Tan stopped his movements and leisurely instructed.
"Waaah, no, I don't want to, ahhh!" Mo Lian'er sobbed, but her body involuntarily followed Qing Tan's commands, making movements that made her feel ashamed and angry to death.
"Tsk tsk, saying no with your mouth, but your little bottom is wiggling quite happily." Qing Tan teased, deliberately moving the finger inserted into her flower hole slightly, and felt with satisfaction that Mo Lian'er's moans immediately became louder, and her lower body involuntarily thrust forward, so that her flower hole would follow his finger and suck. "Hmm, although Little Lian'er's crying is quite endearing, she should still moan loudly at times like this. She needs to tell the man how much pleasure she's being played with to get more. Come on, tell your senior brother, isn't Lian'er's little flower hole feeling great being penetrated by you?"
"No, no, no. What kind of sorcery did you use on me? Hmm, how could I be like this?" Mo Lian'er discovered that although her body could move, it was still beyond her control, instead responding to the man's manipulation. She felt even more frightened than before, but the greater pleasure from her own actions made her groan louder and louder.
"Still being stubborn? Ah, Little Lian'er must think that I'm controlling her body to be so wanton. Actually, no. Your senior brother isn't doing anything right now." Qing Tan affectionately kissed Mo Lian'er's lips, uttering cruel words: "Little Lian'er is like this because she's naturally wanton."
Qing Tan wasn't telling the truth, of course. He was a disciple of the Hehuan Palace, so his flirtatious words and lewd actions naturally employed the palace's unique seductive arts. Let alone Mo Lian'er, a newly adult virgin, even a chaste and virtuous woman would succumb to temptation and become a wanton woman chasing only lust. In fact, the fact that Mo Lian'er, as a mortal, still possessed some awareness of resistance was already quite surprising to Qing Tan.
Mo Lian'er, of course, knew nothing of this. She only felt herself being driven mad. On one hand, the unfamiliar lust surging within her urged her to instinctively rub against Qing Tan, chasing after more pleasure. On the other hand, the teachings she had received as a lady of a respectable family for many years made her feel that her behavior was unbearable even to herself. Yet, her will was completely unable to control her body. Helplessly, she listened as her voice grew increasingly lewd, her body becoming as limp as a snake, clinging to Qing Tan and dancing with his fingers.
Was she really, as Qing Tan said, born wanton? Mo Lian'er sadly discovered that she was gradually losing the will to escape this pleasure. The thought that her body might make even more lewd movements under Qing Tan's manipulation made even her soul feel itchy and burning.
Qing Tan naturally observed the subtle change in Mo Lian'er's expression, knowing that she would soon be completely lost in the lust he had created. He felt a mixture of triumph, sorrow, and a pity that he himself was unaware of. His voice softened, carrying a seductive undertone: "My dear Lian'er, don't resist. Those sanctimonious masks are just your constraints. We are cultivators, so we should be carefree and unrestrained. What's wrong with indulging a little? What's the point of cultivating immortality if you can't enjoy yourself?"
Qing Tan's index finger found the rough inner wall of her flower cave, rubbing it lightly and heavily, while simultaneously sucking on the sensitive flesh of Mo Lian'er's neck, blowing hot breaths into her ear as he whispered, "Come on, tell your senior brother, is your little flower cave itchy? Do you want your senior brother to thrust harder? Are your breasts lonely because they haven't been played with? Do you want your senior brother to suck your little nipples? It'll feel better if you say it out loud."
Mo Lian'er blushed, but for some reason, she didn't refuse this time. Her lower cave was wet, flowing with more honeyed fluid as Qing Tan spoke, making a squelching sound as the man's fingers penetrated it. Even the two soft mounds on her chest, neglected for so long, became numb, and her nipples hardened beyond belief.
Qingtan chuckled softly, turning Mo Lian'er's body to face her directly. Her fingers, still inserted in her flower-like opening, rubbed against the walls of her flower with Qingtan's movements. Mo Lian'er felt the gradually building pleasure reach its peak with that one movement, exploding instantly. Her mind seemed to be swept away by that moment. It was as if a dazzling display of fireworks exploded in her brain, everything else receding, leaving only that unfamiliar, terrifying yet irresistible, overwhelming pleasure filling her entire body.
With a high-pitched moan, a large gush of wet, glistening fluid spurted from her flower-like opening.
"Wow, she's already reached orgasm like that," Qingtan said, raising an eyebrow in surprise. Her finger movements became much gentler, maintaining Mo Lian'er's pleasure without causing discomfort from excessive stimulation. Qingtan pondered briefly; such a sensitive constitution was truly rare. Her flower-like opening was so tight and captivating without any training in seduction techniques—truly a gift. Her aptitude was too poor; she was only a five-elemental root, destined to be nothing more than an outer disciple, a mere furnace and plaything for male cultivators. What a waste of such a good body.
Mo Lian'er was completely unaware of her future fate. She was speechless, breathing rapidly and loudly. This unprecedented feeling gripped her nerves tightly; the strangely sweet and intoxicating sensation in her body made her fearful, yet she also vaguely craved more.
Was this what Qing Tan meant by being on the verge of ecstasy?
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Chapter Directory Qing Tan's Treasure
"Little Lian'er, you've released so much water, isn't it incredibly comfortable?" Qing Tan slowly manipulated the still convulsing flower path after her orgasm with one hand, while the other hand gently circled and stroked her clitoris, moving upwards along the inner thigh, across her lower abdomen, teasing her small and cute navel for a while, then continuing upwards, lingering repeatedly on the lower edge of her breasts, before deliberately bypassing her breasts and slowly tracing the shape of her collarbone. Long Teng's
"Mmm, hah, ahh" sounds were different from the previous stimulation; this gentle caress made Mo Lian'er feel very comfortable, and her body gradually relaxed. However, her breasts, which weren't being touched, began to feel unsatisfied, and she unconsciously thrust them forward.
"Why are you thrusting your breasts so high, little Lian'er? Your pretty little face is getting redder and redder. Is it because your senior brother is making you uncomfortable?" Qing Tan feigned surprise, stopping his hands' movements.
"Ah, don't stop!" Mo Lian'er blurted out, then realized what she had said and bit her lip hard. But the faint itching sensation in her lower body and breasts wouldn't go away, making her wriggle again. Her little flower rubbed against the man's fingers once more, sending a sweet pleasure through her.
Qing Tan chuckled, letting her do as she pleased: "Little Lian'er is so slutty, your little butt is shaking on its own again."
"Waaah!" Mo Lian'er blushed with embarrassment, but couldn't control her movements, secretly wriggling a few more times. She even felt a little resentment towards Qing Tan. If he hadn't suddenly stopped moving, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to make such a lewd move. But while this made her lower body feel better, her breasts became even more unbearably itchy. Was she supposed to grab the man's hand and rub them?
"Oh dear, what kind of look is that, Little Lian'er? You seem very dissatisfied with your senior brother." Qing Tan frowned, feigning grievance. "What's wrong, Lian'er? How will your senior brother know if you don't tell me?" He asked mischievously, sliding his fingertips down her collarbone, withdrawing them just before they touched the edge of her breast.
"Ah, you—" Mo Lian'er thought she was finally going to have her breasts played with again, and a strange anticipation stirred within her. But Qing Tan withdrew his hand again. She felt a mixture of disappointment and anxiety, almost bursting into tears again.
"Lian'er, be good. Tell your senior brother what you want, and you'll feel better." Qing Tan coaxed patiently, his hand pressing on Mo Lian'er's shoulder, preventing her from secretly rubbing her breasts against his chest.
"Ugh, you, you..." Mo Lian'er was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat covered her body, and her lips were bitten until they were bright red.
"Look how anxious you are." Qing Tan sighed, looking helpless. "Let your senior brother teach you. Senior brother will say a sentence, and Lian'er will repeat it, okay?"
Qing Tan said, pressing his lips to Mo Lian'er's ear, his voice low and seductive. "Say, Lian'er's breasts are itchy, please let senior brother play with them."
"Waaah, itchy, please let senior brother play with my breasts!" Mo Lian'er was restless because of the emptiness in her breasts, and uncontrollably followed the seductive voice of that charming man and spoke out her desire. After saying this, she suddenly felt relaxed. It was as if the hidden restraints within her body had been shattered by these words, and something terrible had been released.
"Good girl." Qingtan kissed Mo Lian'er's cheek approvingly, then asked, "But your senior brother only has one free hand. Lian'er has two cute little breasts. Which one does your senior brother want to play with? Or do you want your senior brother to take the hand that's inside your little flower hole out and play with both breasts at the same time, hmm?" As he spoke, he made a gesture as if to pull out the finger that was playing with her flower hole.
"Ah, no!" Before her breasts had been soothed, the very comfortable intercourse in her little flower hole was about to stop. Mo Lian'er hurriedly pressed her hands down on the man's large hand between her legs.
Qingtan chuckled softly, "Do you want it not to stop? Or do you want it not to be inserted?" The finger moved slightly, and Mo Lian'er immediately gripped it even tighter.
"No, no, don't stop," Mo Lian'er finally stammered softly.
"So, Lian'er wants your senior brother to play with her breasts while inserting the finger into her little hole?" Qingtan asked patiently.
Mo Lian'er nodded gently, the shame of her taking the initiative to ask for pleasure making her so ashamed that she almost buried her head in her chest.
"Huh? What did Lian'er say? Senior brother didn't hear me?" Qing Tan was completely unmoved by Mo Lian'er's shy demeanor. His fingers inside her vagina twisted mischievously, deliberately avoiding the most sensitive spot.
Mo Lian'er knew he wanted her to say it aloud, but she couldn't hold back any longer; the unbearable desire in her breasts was driving her crazy. Since she had already begged, she gritted her teeth and sobbed, "Yes. Please, senior brother, play with Lian'er's breasts while you penetrate Lian'er's vagina."
Qing Tan wasn't satisfied and continued to press, "Which breasts should you play with?"
“I’ll play with both breasts in turn.” Mo Lian’er said, blushing, and then felt a shiver run through her body; she had actually climaxed again.
“Lian’er is such a good girl.” Qing Tan rewarded her by covering her right breast with his large hand and playing with it by rotating his wrist. The soft muscles of his palm rubbed and kneaded the breast back and forth, while his calloused fingertips wandered over the areola, occasionally flicking the erect nipple.
Mo Lian’er sighed in ecstasy, her eyes slightly narrowed, feeling a little dizzy from the warm, pleasurable sensation in her chest. But she still felt something wasn’t enough.
Qing Tan coaxed her gently: “Little Lian’er, your right breast feels good, but doesn’t your left breast feel even more aggrieved and empty? Come on, bring your right breast over here, let your senior brother play with it again.”
“Mmm-hmm, hah-hah,” Mo Lian’er obediently brought her other breast over. Qing Tan immediately grasped and kneaded it.
But this time, while the left breast felt comfortable, the right breast was painfully sore and swollen, the nipple sticking out. Unable to resist, Mo Lian'er turned around again, offering her right breast to Qing Tan's palm.
This time, Qing Tan was good-natured and didn't tease her, gently caressing each breast with patience.
But Mo Lian'er felt increasingly uncomfortable, like a thirsty traveler only allowed small sips of water; her parched body, barely moistened, was instantly dried by burning desire, wanting more.
"Ugh...ugh...it hurts, Lian'er is so sad...I want you to massage me too!" Mo Lian'er's breathing became rapid again, pleading pitifully.
"Senior brother will listen to Lian'er." Qing Tan affectionately kissed Mo Lian'er's burning earlobe, pulled his wet fingers out of her flower cave, and grasped her breasts with both hands, squeezing the flesh while pressing the nipples with his index fingers, flicking them rapidly, eliciting loud moans from Mo Lian'er.
"Ahhh, hahh, umm, wuwuwu, how can this be? Not enough, not enough!" The feeling of both breasts being played with at the same time initially gave Mo Lian'er an unusually pleasant feeling, but she soon discovered that while her breasts were comfortable, her neglected little hole seemed to have a mind of its own, clenching and sucking in a wronged manner, waves of tingling and itching radiating from that place, seemingly drilling into the very bones. Unsatisfied desire made Mo Lian'er sob softly in grievance.
"Lian'er, Lian'er, poor little thing." Qing Tan licked away the tears from the corners of Mo Lian'er's eyes with his tongue. "Your little hole wants to be played with along with your two breasts, right? But your senior brother only has two hands, and he can't manage it all. How about Lian'er uses her hand to insert into her little hole?"
"Ah, no, no, how can I do that myself?" Mo Lian'er shook her head in panic, looking at Qing Tan pleadingly with tears in her eyes.
"Sigh, I really can't do anything with little Lian'er." Qing Tan sighed helplessly. "Then your senior brother has another treasure that can insert into Lian'er's little flower hole, making your little hole and breasts feel good together. Does little Lian'er want it?"
"Ah, yes, Lian'er wants it!" Mo Lian'er's mind was blank at this moment, only thinking about satisfying her little hole and breasts together, and she nodded hurriedly.
Qing Tan blinked. "If Lian'er wants it, of course your senior brother will give it to her. But your senior brother's treasure is not as easy to talk to as your senior brother. Little Lian'er has to serve it well, and then it will properly insert into Lian'er's little flower hole."
"Hmm, how do I serve it?" Mo Lian'er asked in confusion.
Qingtan pulled Mo Lian'er's hand, lifted his robe, and pressed the slender hand against his lower body.
Mo Lian'er was startled by the hot, hard touch: "What...what is this?"
"This is the treasure that your senior brother will use to insert into Lian'er's little hole." Qingtan held Mo Lian'er's hand to prevent her from escaping, and pinched Lian'er's nipple hard with his other hand, using the sudden stimulation to shatter the girl's trying-to-gather consciousness.
"Ah...uh...uh..." Mo Lian'er fell into the vortex of lust again, not caring about anything else, letting Qingtan guide her hand to caress that strange treasure. She twisted and rubbed her legs, hoping that her other breast and her lower flower hole would be soothed quickly.
Qingtan said softly: "Senior brother will continue to help Lian'er play with her breasts. Lian'er will touch them properly, okay? When you touch them more happily, you can insert into Lian'er's little flower hole." Saying this, he released Mo Lian'er's hand and continued to play with her two jade breasts.
"Ah, mmm, mmm, ah," Mo Xiaolian writhed with pleasure as her breasts were played with simultaneously, absentmindedly grasping the "treasure" in Qing Tan's mouth and kneading it haphazardly.
"Mmm, Xiaolian'er is so good. Senior brother likes your treasure very much, keep touching it, touch it from front to back. Then rub it with your palm." Although the girl's caressing of his penis was completely devoid of skill, the satisfaction of training the pure girl to be so lewd still made Qing Tan feel extremely happy, and his voice became a little hoarse.
"Um, is it okay?" Mo Xiaolian asked breathlessly while trying her best to caress the "treasure" in her hand according to Qing Tan's instructions.
"Almost. But how can we start here so casually?" Qing Tan revealed a wicked smile: "This important moment must be in a special place, so that Xiaolian'er will never forget it."

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