Paradox H - ☆, Want to eat?

Ling Sinan frowned slightly, placing her hand between her legs, nervously trying to stop this moment of madness.
Even though the hot pot restaurant was dimly lit and they were sitting in a corner, it was still a place with a lot of people coming and going, so Qingyuan's actions were a bit too bold.
This is no longer a garden maze for just two people, besides...
Opposite them were Duan Chengcheng and Liu Shuang.
Liu Shuang was her classmate from junior high to high school, not to mention Duan Chengcheng, her neighbor and older brother, whom she had known for at least ten years.
Under the watchful eyes of these two acquaintances, any unusual behavior on her part would be exposed.
She swallowed hard, sniffed, and hesitated for a long time before picking up the squid roll with her chopsticks.
After finally managing to pick up some, her younger brother's well-defined middle finger pushed aside her obstruction and probed a few inches further inside.
It pressed against the girl's private parts, which were tightly wrapped in her underwear.
The squid roll fell back into the bowl with a thud from the tip of the chopsticks.
He simply stroked her gently down the central slit with his fingertips, the movement slow and gentle, the warmth of his fingertips carrying his breath through the thin fabric to her tightly closed, plump labia.
Then he slid and fiddled with it back and forth through the cotton cloth.
The two petals couldn't withstand the boy's fingertips' intrusion and were gradually rubbed to the sides, revealing a tiny gap in the center. The cotton fabric sank in little by little as the middle finger penetrated.
"Hmm." Ling Sinan accidentally let out a short, nasal sound.
Duan Chengcheng hadn't really come here to eat hot pot. He'd just been punched by Ling Qingyuan, and his mouth and gums were still throbbing. He had no appetite for anything. When he heard the sound and looked up at her, the squid rolls in her bowl were still untouched. That wasn't like her.
Are you feeling unwell?
Ling Sinan hurriedly shook her head: "No, no!" Her rebuttal was a bit over the top.
Even Liu Shuang was puzzled: "Are you really okay? You didn't even eat any squid rolls."
Just as Ling Sinan was about to pick it up and put it in her mouth to prove her innocence, a pair of chopsticks beat her to it: "This squid roll seems to have something on it."
"Qingyuan!" Ling Sinan followed the trajectory of the chopsticks and looked over, her gaze lingering on the boy's thin lips as she watched the squid roll into his mouth.
She was about to protest when she suddenly trembled.
His fingertips gently brushed against her slit, a ticklish sensation like soft feathers pricking her heart.
The itch was so intense that it uncontrollably seeped from under my armpits, slowly soaking the fabric and making it wet.
"You..." She started to say, but couldn't finish the sentence.
Duan Chengcheng and Liu Shuang, sitting opposite each other, were somewhat puzzled, their eyes scanning left and right between the siblings.
Ling Qingyuan took a few more squid rolls from the pot, completely ignoring the stares, and put them all into her sister's bowl.
"These are ripe and clean."
There's no such thing as clean or unclean; it's just that what other men gave her was unclean.
His sister lacked this awareness, so he helped her develop it.
She absolutely refuses anything given to her by other men.
Ling Sinan turned her face away, her brows furrowed slightly, and she bit her lower lip as she glared at him.
However, because of the teasing, a faint mist appeared around her eyes and brows, and a light moisture condensed in her pupils, turning her gaze from an angry stare into a flirtatious glance.
Ling Qingyuan lowered his eyes, suppressing the smile on his lips. He traced the seam with his index finger, lightly scraping the small, slightly protruding bead on the cotton fabric with his fingertip.
From top to bottom, gently scrape; then from bottom to top, softly caress.
Despite keeping her mouth closed, Ling Sinan couldn't help but let out a soft hum through her nose.
"Sinan?" Liu Shuang asked.
Ling Sinan suddenly pressed her hand against Ling Qingyuan's fingertips.
This action, however, resulted in his palm being completely pressed against the mons pubis.
She saw him raise an eyebrow with interest.
...That's terrible.
"No, it's just that something in my head suddenly twisted," Ling Sinan replied to Liu Shuang's question with a straight face, but her cheeks were already flushed.
Duan Chengcheng chuckled: "Why is your face so red?"
"It's too hot, let's have hot pot." Ling Sinan glanced at Ling Qingyuan, who was putting seafood into the pot, and felt indignant.
—Get your hand out of your pocket, you bastard!
The next few minutes were pure torture for Ling Sinan.
She had thought that her younger brother would behave a little better under the questioning of Duan Chengcheng and Liu Shuang.
But he maintained a calm expression, silently listening to their idle chatter at the table while playing with her body under the table.
She wanted to stop it, but hesitated to make any big moves in front of her friends, so her refusal turned into a reluctant acceptance.
What's even more outrageous is that when the waiter came over with the soup pot to add soup for them, blocking Duan Chengcheng's view of her, the hand that was originally touching her labia lifted up, and his fingertips parted the cotton fabric and reached into her panties.
Ling Sinan froze completely, not daring to move, afraid that any movement would attract the attention of the two people opposite her.
She turned her head to the side, and this time she didn't glare at him; she looked at him almost pleadingly.
But it was no use. He parted the sparse hair with his fingers and touched the top of the mound without any barrier, pressing it on the clitoris.
Ling Sinan closed her eyes, learned her lesson and didn't make a sound, not even a nasal sound.
Damn brother.
asshole.
While cursing inwardly, I still had to fight off wave after wave of unbearable itching.
Although I was very angry, my body was honest.
Pathetically honest.
From the moment he touched her, her lower body remained tense.
Each time, she was tense and eagerly awaited his next violation—scratching, rubbing, teasing, kneading, from the clitoris to the labia, from the labia to the clitoris, anything was fine, she would accept anything.
I just hope he can get more.
Touch me.
The body seemed to be yearning for rest.
Touch me in front of them.
She straightened her back a little and thrust her breasts forward, as if trying to cover it up with a proper sitting posture. But the moment her buttocks arched back, the clitoris brushed against his fingertips from front to back, sending a shiver down his spine. More vaginal fluid flowed from the tender green depths, wetting his fingertips.
Ling Qingyuan calmly continued to stir the prawns in the hot pot with serving chopsticks—something his sister also loved. Even though he only had one hand moving on the table, his posture showed no sign of poor manners; his school uniform was still impeccably pressed, his short hair perfectly styled, and his brows remained clear and refined.
He appears respectable in public, but is a beast in human clothing behind closed doors.
Seemingly sensing his sister Xiaoxi's trembling, he inserted a second finger, pinching her clitoris between the two fingers, gently cupping, slowly twisting, stroking, and teasing it.
Her tender clitoris couldn't withstand his teasing and had already swollen up, turning into a small erection.
He then pinched the fruit between his fingers and scraped it.
Ling Sinan lowered her head, covering her face with her hands. Her soft moans almost spilled from her lips, but were forcibly swallowed back down, turning into coughs.
"Nan Nan, did you choke?" Duan Chengcheng walked around the soup pot and leaned out to ask her.
Ling Qingyuan frowned slightly, and his movements became a little more forceful.
"Hmm...uh." Ling Sinan made a sudden sound, without speaking, then nodded, and gave an unintelligible response.
"Have some water..." Duan Chengcheng was about to instruct her when Ling Qingyuan had already raised his glass to his sister—
"Sister, have some water."
The boy's eyes were gentle, but people overlooked the deep, dark thoughts hidden beneath them.
Strangely, even though he was sitting to his sister's right, where his left hand should have been more convenient, he turned slightly to the side and raised his glass to her with his right hand.
But his expression was so natural that, without thinking about it carefully, one wouldn't feel that anything was wrong.
Ling Sinan could only take it, lower her head to drink the water, and look at him with her eyelashes slightly lowered.
"Qingyuan..." Her voice sounded weaker.
Ling Qingyuan smiled and said, "Hmm?"
Ling Sinan leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Stop playing around."
Ling Qingyuan curled his lips into a smile, then nestled close to her ear, his voice light and fleeting as he spoke—
"Is it comfortable, baby?"
Just a table away, Ling Sinan's heart leaped into her throat. She looked across at them in alarm, afraid that they might have heard the last two words, "baby."
However, it was her panicked expression that drew the attention of Duan Chengcheng and the other man.
"You're acting very strangely tonight, Sinan," Liu Shuang said, then jokingly teased, "Is it because your younger brother is here?"
"I just heard that he caused me trouble again, it's better that you don't know."
Liu Shuang's judgment was spot on, and it really was because her younger brother was here.
This... damn younger brother.
It's just teasing.
She can handle it.
She had to keep her emotions hidden and not let him feel any pride.
Ling Sinan changed her strategy, clenched her legs together, and calmly began to eat with both hands on the table.
Ling Qingyuan glanced at her, then looked away and chuckled.
The slender middle finger slid down the clitoral opening, parting the two closed labia...
Ling Sinan suddenly paused, held her breath, and after a long while, let out a soft sigh.
Duan Chengcheng's gaze returned to her face: "Nannan, do you have a fever? Your breathing has been unsteady and your face is very red."
"Well... I just didn't change into my coat right after rehearsal today, and I have a bit of a headache," she forced an explanation.
It wasn't burned.
It was him; he walked in.
The boy's long, slender fingertips parted the soft, petal-like flesh, and, taking advantage of the wetness at the entrance, thrust inside without warning.
She remembered that he had said that on the bus...
I can do it wherever I want.
He really is a willful and reckless younger brother.
On the surface, Ling Sinan had to deal with Duan Chengcheng and the others' idle chatter, but in private, she had to endure Ling Qingyuan's repeated finger intrusions. If it weren't for the noisy atmosphere in the hot pot restaurant, the sound of water being stirred in her lower body would probably not have been any quieter.
With each thrust, deep and shallow, he made her so uncomfortable that she would constantly adjust her posture, whether in resistance or in response, it was hard to tell.
Liu Shuang made no attempt to hide her interest in her younger brother, and Duan Chengcheng also wanted to find out more about Ling Qingyuan, so the conversation quickly turned to him.
Ling Qingyuan tilted his head, chewing the lunch in his mouth. He swallowed slowly and deliberately before responding, his tone calm and his thoughts clear.
Occasionally, he would use his chopsticks to put some of her favorite food into her bowl.
Unbeknownst to anyone, unseen by them, his fingers were patiently playing with his sister's lower body.
Fingertips probed into the passageway, gently enticing before deeply penetrating.
Then, it got faster and faster.
Like fucking jade, he kept thrusting and pounding.
Shirou seemed alive, sucking on his fingers and forcing him to push open her soft walls again and again so that he could penetrate deeper.
Ling Sinan felt waves of heat rushing down from his lower abdomen, eventually converging into the half-clear, half-sticky armpit fluid between his fingers.
His face was already too pale to remain calm, so Ling Sinan had to reach out and press him down, trying her best to stop his crazy and forceful actions.
But he didn't care.
He was unwilling to stop, and not only was one finger not enough, he forcibly inserted a second finger.
The ring finger pressed and rubbed the clitoris, while the index and middle fingers thrust rapidly in and out of the sister's vagina, and even the thumb became the culprit in separating the labia.
Fingers slipped inside the tight little jade, and with each thrust, waves of love rippled out.
The squelching sounds were especially clear to her ears.
Ling Sinan's insteps tensed up. Being privately sexually assaulted by her own younger brother in front of a friend she had known for a long time was something that could easily be ranked number one on her list of the most shameful things in her life.
But it was really awesome.
It wasn't just because her brother's fingers were skillfully teasing her; just thinking about being molested by him while two people were watching made her feel like she was not only being finger-raped but also being spied on.
She finally couldn't resist lowering her head and covering her face, trying to hide the intense pleasure she was experiencing.
However, the disordered breathing still aroused suspicion about Duan Chengcheng.
She didn't hear Duan Chengcheng call her name several times; her mind was blank, with only the rapid rhythm in Xiao Bi's ear acting up.
She even heard Ling Qingyuan lean closer again, calmly reminding her in her ear, "Sister, what should we do... you're being fucked by your brother right in front of them."
"Little Bi is so tight... I've been fucking her for so long and she's still tight. Phew, relax... don't suck my baby."
To outsiders, Ling Qingyuan's reserved expression made it seem as if he was telling his sister some secret.
In reality, it was utter nonsense from beginning to end.
Finally, under the provocation of her younger brother's last words, Ling Sinan's lower body began to tremble violently.
Streams of heat gushed out from the jar, pouring onto Ling Qingyuan's fingertips.
They mocked it.
In public.
When Ling Sinan finally raised her head, Duan Chengcheng was already looking at her and Ling Qingyuan with an extremely strange gaze, and even Liu Shuang's eyes were filled with doubt when she looked at her.
"Look at you, I told you long ago, if you're feeling unwell, you should go back sooner rather than later." Ling Qingyuan stepped back, taking his hand with him.
After his sister finished climaxing, he carefully rubbed her delicate, swollen clitoris several times with his fingers before pulling them out.
Then he calmly picked up the hot towel on the table and slowly wiped himself.
Duan Chengcheng asked, "Are you really sick? I called you for ages and you didn't respond. Your head was throbbing so badly?"
Ling Sinan suddenly stood up.
She looked down at her younger brother beside her from her elevated position.
"Ling Qingyuan—you come here right now!"
With his older sister being so authoritative, the younger brother certainly couldn't ignore her.
Ling Sinan was so angry that she didn't say a word and walked ahead by herself.
Ling Qingyuan followed closely behind her, his face still showing a composed and noble demeanor, but a hint of unease crept into his heart.
My sister seems... really angry.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have taken him out of his seat right in front of their friend.
I need to think of some ways to coax her.
The two walked to the restroom, the man on the left and the woman on the right.
Ling Sinan pushed open the door on the right and peeked inside. Apart from the initially locked cubicle where someone seemed to be, there was no one in the restroom outside.
The restroom was at the end of a long corridor, and there was no one in sight.
Ling Sinan turned her head, her sharp gaze fixed on his face.
Ling Qingyuan suddenly felt a little guilty.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of his school uniform, pulling him into the women's restroom.
"Sister..." Ling Qingyuan stopped mid-sentence when he saw the shoes under the cubicle. He tilted his head back, trying to escape, but his sister pulled him directly into the last cubicle.
The door was slammed shut and locked by Ling Sinan.
Ling Qingyuan leaned against the door of the cubicle, his back pressed tightly together, his Adam's apple bobbing as he cautiously looked at his somewhat domineering older sister.
I'm going to get yelled at.
At this moment, he could only be thankful that at least this hot pot restaurant was known for its service, and the toilet was incredibly clean, with no strange smells and even a faint aromatherapy scent.
Then his gaze shifted from the aromatherapy diffuser back to his sister's angry, cold eyes.
I'm really going to get yelled at.
You can't blame him, since his sister had to reminisce with that idiot Duan Chengcheng in front of him.
Outside, you can hear the sound of a cubicle door opening, someone washing their hands, and then leaving.
At that moment, the toilet was completely empty except for them.
Ling Sinan just stared at him without saying a word.
After a long while, she took two deep breaths, her breasts heaving.
"Ling Qingyuan—"
Oh dear, I'm really going to get yelled at.
Ling Qingyuan lowered his eyes in embarrassment, trying to avoid eye contact.
The next second, a hand grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him down.
A pair of red lips pressed firmly against hers.
Her lips pressed against his, her tongue giving him no chance to breathe, probing straight inside.
A deep, wild kiss, tongues swirling around each other, sucking hard on his tongue, domineering as if she wanted to devour him.
Ling Qingyuan's eyes widened, and she blinked, never expecting that the person in front of her was the same shy and passive older sister from before.
After several rounds of verbal sparring, she suddenly stepped back and began to quickly unbutton his shirt. After only a few buttons, she couldn't wait to press her lips back against his collarbone.
"Ouch—" he cried out in pain.
Ling Sinan bit him.
Of course he wouldn't push her away.
Next came the girl's soft lips and tongue, sliding slowly down along the teeth marks where he had been bitten...
"Your younger brother is really... so annoying."
He heard her say that.
Yeah, I'm so annoying, you want to eat me up.

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