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Names mentioned in this chapter (which can also be found in the glossary ):
-向以茉( Xiàng yǐ mò)- Xiang Yi Mo, the female lead (has peach blossom eyes)
– 景谦( jǐng qiān)- Jing Qian, a talented surgeon from the department of Cardiothoracic Surgery
– 秦楚( Qín chǔ)- Qin Chu, the female lead’s childhood friend and the male lead of the original novel
-陆望尘( Lù wàng chén)- Lu Wang Chen, used to be a special forces soldier and has retired to take over the family business, Huasheng Group.
– 纪衡宇( jì héng yǔ)- Ji Heng Yu, the chairman of Ji Company and he suffers from gynophobia
The sound of breathing in her ears was getting heavier and heavier.
Xiang Yi Mo’s body was becoming increasingly sensitive as the men fondled her in various ways as if they had lit a fire in her body.
Once it was burning, there was no escape.
The clarity in her eyes was being eaten away little by little.
So even as Jing Qian extended his other arm, he traversed upwards her bare thighs, which were pleasant to touch.
His fingertips touched the silky fabric of her lace panties, pulling down that last line of defence she used to hold on to. She didn’t even frown, let alone reach out to stop him.
She let the man’s large palms slide over the centre of her thighs and into her cracks, where they were wet and clammy for a long time.
Actually, she felt it when the men gathered around her and kissed her.
And the three of them were rubbing, licking and biting at her sensitive, beautiful body. She was originally having a difficult time when they fondled her individually.
Now with three of them, it stimulated her senses even more. How could she take it? Juices oozed out quite honestly from her depths.
“So much juice.” Jing Qian’s hand was drenched with juices after just two strokes on her petals.
The hot fingers were coated with wet, sticky nectar. His fingers slid in and out of the perky folds. Then, his fingers bent and pressed against her clitoris and rubbed it, not too gently but not too forcefully.
The more she rubbed, the more juices there were, and the more it gurgled and seeped out.
Ji Heng Yu listened to the stifled cries coming out of the young girl’s mouth and the lustful sounds of juices being stirred up by Jing Qian.
His phoenix eyes lowered slightly, and he caught a glimpse of the beautiful scene beneath him.
The white, tender folds were wet and slick.
He pulled back his tongue, licked his lips lustfully and pressed his lips against her ear. “When did Mo Mo get wet?”
Xiang Yi Mo’s ears glowed.
Under the influence of alcohol, she was somewhat inexplicably honest at times like this. The words spilt out of her small mouth in a daze softly, “When–When all of you kissed me, mm… and when you guys were rubbing and sucking on my tits.”
“Is Mo Mo comfortable when we kissed you and rubbed and sucked your tits?” Lu Wang Chen’s low sultry voice swam into her ears.
It was unknown if Xiang Yi Mo found the question too embarrassing, but she was a little embarrassed and hesitant even though she was drunk.
“Mo Mo, tell us. Is it comfortable?” Lu Wang Chen added. His fingers pinched the nipples forcefully.
“Ah…” Xiang Yi Mo cried out sweetly, unable to resist the man fiddling with her in such a manner and surrendered, “Comfortable….”
“When you’re comfortable, your little pussy gets wet, right?”
“Mm…” The scarlet was spreading to her ears.
“Succubus.” Lu Wang Chen gasped softly.
Unable to control himself, he kissed the corner of Xiang Yi Mo’s mouth and unzipped his trousers to release the swollen member. Then, he took the little girl’s soft boneless-like hand and led her to hold the rod.
Ji Heng Yu coaxed her, “Mo Mo, touch it like you did the other day.” He pulled out the stiff rod and let Xiang Yi Mo grab and jerk it with her other petite hands.
She blushed and did as she was told, helping the man by using her small hand to soothe the two hot things temporarily.
Meanwhile, she felt the finger buried inside her leg press and grind her clit twice before gliding down along the slit to the wetter opening.
Xiang Yi Mo let out a soft “ah” and said, “It tickles….”
As the man’s fingers buried themselves inside, the more he stirred, the more intense the itch became, and the more seductive she moaned.
Even if Jing Qian was ascetic, how could he endure this?
He looked at such a lustful scene in front of him, listening to her voice and aphrodisiac-like moans, and felt tight sucking walls wrapping on his fingers. Immense lust flared at the corner of his eyes.