“Hold the hem of your skirt, or it’ll go in together later,” Yuan Jixue said, patting his slippery ass, “Relax.”
Yu Ru’e laid on the bed, holding the hem of his skirt with both hands behind his waist. The layer of gauze covering his head had been soaked through, wrinkled and crumpled into a ball, covered in turbid essence. Two long legs wrapped in white silk were half-kneeling beside the bed. The thighs exposed by the stockings were bitten and red and swollen.
He frowned and sucked in a breath. A hot and slippery hard object broke through his anus and slowly pushed in. The bulging veins on it rubbed against the twitching membrane. The feeling of being violated inside his body made him feel uncomfortable. His body trembled, and he tightened his hole subconsciously.
But immediately, he was slapped on the fleshy ass. Although it was not painful, the loud slap made him bite his lower lip silently.
The anus was very hot, not much intestinal juice had been secreted yet, and there was even a dull pain when he was penetrated. Even if he tried his best to relax the intestinal hole, it was still painful to wrap around the cock, squeezing and sucking.
Yuan Jixue kneaded his red ass and straightened his waist, squeezing into the fleshy walls and making a loud friction sound. The hole was too tight, still twitching hotly and holding on to his glans refusing to let go.
“The front is flooded, why is the back still so dry?” Yuan Jixue said, stroking Yu Ru’e’s twitching lower abdomen with one hand, slowly pulling out, and rushing into the slippery pussy in one move. The cervix that was slightly opened by the previous licking twitched and sucked his glans like a mouth.
He slowly twisted his hips to coat his genitals with a layer of slippery liquid. Then he pulled out, spread the two pieces of snow-white cheeks, and slowly pushed in. Yu Ru’e’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter. His fingers tightened on the wedding dress at the waist, but someone pinched his chin again.
Long Chile was half-kneeling on the bed with two penises tilted up, staring at him with bright eyes. The plum-like glans were gathered together, poking at his exposed red tongue.
“Lick it for me too.” Long Chile said.
Yu Ru’e could only open his lips as Long Chile gently grabbed his nipples. It was too difficult to swallow two penises at the same time, so he could only stick out the tip of his tongue and lick his disciple’s twitching slits in turn. He held one of them, closed his eyes, and swallowed it bit by bit.
Long Chile sighed in pleasure and threaded one hand through his silky white hair. The bride’s veil that was thrown between the sheets was pulled over by him. It covered Yu Ru’e’s hair like a layer of hazy floating mist, covering his trembling eyelashes, his ice-cold brows, and the man’s penis wrapped by the bright red and soft lips and tongue.
Yuan Jixue held his hips and it gradually got better. The hot tender flesh inside was twitching, leaking out slippery intestinal juice. He pulled out violently, thrusting his waist and hips, and Yu Ru’e’s guts were straightened due to his kneeling posture. It was soft and vibrant, like a juicy sea anemone, squirming and wrapping around him. He could thrust in all the way without any scruples, causing large spurts of white foam to burst out. The tender cheeks were turned red by his slaps, and strands of semen spurted out, pouring onto his abdomen.
Almost every time he pulled out, a bit of smooth red meat would be dragged out, and the neglected cunt eagerly spread like a pair of wet fleshy wings, flapping against his tight sac. They followed his collision from time to time, sucking the wrinkled outer skin of the sac. The red agate on the clit swayed, almost pulling the clam bead into a thin thread.
Yu Ru’e whimpered from the impact, and the elbows that were pressed against the quilt shook more and more violently. The lace gloves were wrinkled and half taken off, revealing the damp white arms. The tassels on the nipples swayed, soaked by milk. The two pink nipples were clearly visible on the fabric on the front chest.
He raised his head and his disciple held his chin, penetrating his throat. The smooth red tongue hung softly on his lips, swaying with Long Chile’s prodding, and his white cheeks bulged, marked by finger marks.
“Laoshi, lift your face up,” Long Chile said coquettishly as he straightened his waist and enjoyed his slippery mouth, “I want to cum on your face.”
Regardless of being molested inside and out, once the hem of his skirt was pulled down, it covered all the obscene marks all over his body. He was held up by Long Chile and as soon as he stood upright, he shook a little and slid down weakly.
“What a slutty bride,” Long Chile hugged his waist and smiled.
Yuan Jixue held Yu Ru’e’s hands and smoothed his messy gloves little by little. Hearing this, he glanced at Long Chile.
“The socks are a little torn, but you can’t see it,” he said, leaning over to straighten the hem of his skirt, letting the fabric trail softly behind him. “The nipples are a little obvious, red and swollen. I’ll put on two nipple patches later. But the veil, it’s all dirty, how can I take pictures later?”
He opened the door with one hand. The scene outside had changed at some point. A long red carpet snaked away, passing through a sea of swaying lilies. The clouds were fluffy and the sky was bright and boundless.
Yuan Jixue held Yu Ru’e’s fingers and led him to the door.
“Go.” He said, leaning against the door.
Chikui lowered his head, frowned and pulled the rose pinned to his lapel. His unruly red hair was pulled back with hair gel and combed back, revealing his deep-lined forehead.
He tugged a few times and took out his phone and took a look.
He started too late, all the clothes and accessories were snatched up first, so he could only choose a scene. It happened to be a church covered with lilies. He didn’t believe in God and didn’t enjoy this type of leisurely elegance.
Fortunately, Bai Xiao was even worse off. He could only choose the humanoid puppets for taking photos, and made dozens of them in one go. They were probably sitting in rows on the church benches at this moment.
His mood brightened strangely, and he raised his head and looked towards the end of the red carpet.
Yu Ru’e leaked bit by bit and the semen was almost drained. His vagina was hot and red, and his two thighs lost all feeling, unable to close at all. He barely managed to walk a few steps before his waist softened and he knelt down on the red carpet. The semen-stained skirt trailed behind him, covered with a wet veil.
The veil hanging down in front of him floated softly, but it was covered with a pool of turbid essence, dripping down and falling on the soft red lips, and the white feather-like eyelashes were even more wet and sticky. Even through a layer of gauze, one could still see the flush on his cheeks that had not faded.
He lowered his head and gasped a few times. His holes opened softly, and semen flowed out uncontrollably, dripping onto the red carpet.
A hand lifted up his veil and rolled it over his hair.
Chikui knelt on one knee in front of him, holding a lily in his mouth, and stared at him for a moment.
“Good looking.” He said vaguely, his Adam’s apple rolling.
Yu Ru’e didn’t even have the strength to speak. The soft flesh of his throat seemed to have been scratched, and the dull pain lingered. There was still cum on his red tongue, filling his lips and teeth. As long as he opened his lips, it would flow down the corners of his mouth.
Chikui tugged on his veil, nodded and said, “It looks good.”
He touched the sweaty lace gloves again, caressing the white gauze hanging behind his hips and the silky skirt clinging to his long legs. The two red and swollen nipples were pinched between his fingers. He frowned, obviously in a daze, unable to form words.
“Really good,” he said.
He grabbed a lily and slowly lifted up Yu Ru’e’s skirt. Long legs wrapped in white stockings were slowly revealed. Rose-red wine stains and sticky semen mixed with translucent vaginal fluid made the thin stockings stick to the skin. This appearance was as if a beautiful bottle of wine was already opened by someone else, thoroughly and cleanly enjoyed to the point where even the bottle was licked clean.
Above the garter, the dark pink inner legs were wet and a bright red and soft flesh hole bulged out. The fleshy petals were open, sticking to the inner thigh, and a little red gleaming clit was shining with a dangling red agate. It had become so swollen that water could be squeezed out of it.
Between the fair asscheeks, the scarlet anal hole was also gaping and filled with semen. It opened as if breathing, squeezing out strands of thick cum. The revealed flesh inside was wet and soft.
Who would have thought that under the bride’s holy dress, there was a naked, well fucked sex toy filled with white juice?
Chikui’s chest rose and fell violently several times. He couldn’t wait to grab Yu Ru’e’s waist. He was a little out of control. The person in front of him looked like a clam that had been forcefully pried open, exposing everything inside, soft and lustful.
He roughly grabbed the white stockings, clenching them tightly with his fingers like a beast tearing apart the snow-white fur of its prey.
Rip!
There was a sound of the silk being ripped. His fingers hooked in the white silk, grabbed the thin fabric, and suddenly tore it open. The pale pink thigh was immediately exposed, and several thin lines of red were scratched out by his sharp nails.
He narrowed his eyes and tore and tore like a cat pursuing a ball of yarn. He even lowered his head, holding a garter in his mouth, and pulled it up, chewing it until it was covered with saliva.
Quickly, the stockings were torn into a mess with only a few tattered strands of fabric stuck to the base of the legs. The part on the calves could be considered still complete, but they had a lot of messy frizz.
While tearing, Chikui licked and kissed his lower back and waist, not even letting go of the elegant silky back hem of the wedding dress. He grabbed it, his fingers easily piercing the fabric, and suddenly stretched it out. Torn pieces of cloth flew all over the sky mixed with strips of gauze like the velvety dandelion seeds.
Soon enough, the wedding dress was torn apart. The skirt hung down in tatters of differing lengths, unable to cover Yu Ru’e’s round and white ass.
Chikui gasped violently, held his waist with one hand, and opened his belt buckle with a snap. His ferocious penis immediately popped out and plunged into the wet red vagina, twisting and grinding up into the mouth of the womb.
Yu Ru’e blacked out for a moment, resting on his elbows and kneeling forward. As soon as Chikui’s penis penetrated the cervix, he arched his neck, his butterfly bone trembled, and twisted to escape. His crotch became tighter and tighter and Chikui was squeezed by him so tightly that sweat started to form on his forehead. Chikui grabbed him viciously, moving forward and thrusting his hips vigorously, slapping against the piece of soft clam.
Every time it was pulled out, the penis pressed skillfully against the clit, which was stretched thin by the agate. The silver ring spun around in the smooth hole and occasionally rubbed against the most sensitive bean core. The needling pleasure made Yu Ru’e struggle but he was suppressed under Chikui’s sweaty chest, his fingers grabbed and pressed with kisses, enduring the brutal thrusts.
He was out of his mind as semen flowed all over where they joined. His legs became softer and softer, and he almost collapsed on the red carpet. His nipples were rubbed so hard that they hurt, leaving two white traces of milk.
But every time he slowed down, Chikui would grab a lily branch and slap his ass. The red marks immediately swelled up, and no part of his waist, hips or thighs were spared. The wet cum on them was whipped away, splattering everywhere in bits and pieces.
His eyes were unfocused, the red carpet in front of him was almost distorted, and the pulpit at the end was also blurry. His waist and abdomen were pressed against the ground, as if his bones had been removed. Only the slippery ass was still raised high, and he was fucked in the cervix openly.
Seeing that he was exhausted, Chikui put his arms around his waist, half-hugged him, and placed him on the pulpit, with his long legs hanging on the edge of the platform.
Yu Ru’e heaved for breath, his eyes misted by pungent desire. Through his wet eyelashes, he seemed to see people on the pews, all in darkness.
Those eyes, wrapped in dark lust, fell on him like a sticky rain. He shuddered and barely covered his face with his gloved fingers, his sweaty white hair hanging down on his shoulders.
“These people are here to witness the marriage,” Chikui said. “Let them see the bride.”
The skirt in front of him was still as white as snow, with a smooth drape. The ruffled bodice just covered the perky nipples, and only the delicate and complicated lace could be seen against the chest.
No one knew that the bride’s ass that was sitting on the podium was bare and wet. The snow-white and round ass was covered with green and red hickeys and bulging red marks. There was almost no piece of covering material behind him. And above the broken lace girdle was a large swath of smooth as jade back. This look was more lewd than the prostitutes on the roadside.
A gust of wind blew, and the liquid on his back was half dry, and the piercing chill made him shiver slightly.
Two jade-like thighs were revealed on the sides of the skirt. As long as someone stood up and looked from the side of the stage, they could even see his pink waist and upturned nipples that wore nipple rings trembling lustfully.
Patter.
A pool of sticky semen dripped down the legs wrapped in white stockings.
His vagina couldn’t hold too much semen, and it dripped onto the stage along his long legs, seeped into the wet white stockings.
“Does it look good?” Chikui asked the people on the bench, the corners of his lips raised, “No, it’s still a little short. I should put flowers on Xiao-Yu.”
He grabbed a lily branch, reached around Yu Ru’e’s waist with one hand and held his wilted genitals. This delicate thing jumped slightly in his palm, but it was still unable to become erect. It was obviously due to discharging too many times. The slit in the tip was still unsatisfied and kept opening, dripping with precum mixed with sperm.
Chikui used his fingers to rub open the slit, and in front of everyone, he lifted up the skirt bit by bit and pushed it to one side. The fair and naked thighs were tightly closed, clamping the red pubic mound. Chikui held his penis, and while he was trembling uneasily, he slowly twisted the lily stem into the dick hole. The smooth red meat inside opened up docilely, and made a bubbling, greasy sound when it was poked.
Yu Ru’e breathed in gently, and his thighs clamped tighter and tighter, but his penis tilted up unconsciously. The sharp and tricky pleasure made his vision darken for a moment. Even his lower abdomen became hot, and his seminal ducts twitched and leaked out. The warm liquid came and went out along the invading flower stem, pouring on the white lily petals. After a while, a puddle formed on the ground.
He didn’t even realize that he lost control on the church platform in front of so many people.
When he managed to calm down his breathing and put down his hands, extremely oppressive shadows in identical pure black suits surrounded him. His slender and straight figure made him look more and more like a white lamb.
A few hot hands touched his back, stroking the slippery and slender grooves of his spine. A low laugh lingered in his ears.
“Bai Xiao!” Yu Ru’e frowned, his voice still hoarse, “You…”
The man in front of him lowered his head, put his index finger on his lips, and shushed softly, “Only one of us is real, can you guess?”
The identical handsome faces all smiled.
Yu Ru’e grabbed the fabric on his shoulders and was about to speak when the podium shook. Something pressed against his open female hole and slowly pushed in. It seemed to have a soft mouthpart and sucked the bulging cervix, making a loud wet kissing sound.
He gasped, and was about to lift his behind to escape from the foreign object, but tiny teeth popped out of its mouthpart, lightly biting his cervix, and then quickly retracted it.
Only then did he realize that the most tender part of his body was tightly locked by a metal ring, and the vaginal fluid was blocked, preventing any leakage.
Bai Xiao lifted one of his thighs and stuffed a few vibrators into his back hole. The hanging purple-pink wires that were coated in slippery intestinal juice were stuffed into the garter. The vibrators pressed against his sensitive spot, buzzing and jumping, releasing wisps of random electric current. Almost at the same time, his lower abdomen became hot and his cervix twitched violently, but he wasn’t able to spurt out the semen. The excess fluid even made his belly swell slightly.
Several Bai Xiaos smiled at the same time, “Come find me.”
The pews in the church were solemnly lined up in long rows. In almost every row, five or six identical men sat wearing meticulous suits with their backs straight and one hand on their knees, palms up.
Yu Ru’e wore a torn wedding dress and walked between the pews, vaguely revealing his white naked back and round behind.
Wherever he walked, a little bit of turbid essence flowed down. Every time he took a few steps, he would hold on to the pew and take a breath. Each Bai Xiao sat quietly, staring forward.
He frowned, half-knelt on a pew, spread open his red and slick cunt, gently placed it on the palm of Bai Xiao, and inserted the slender fingers into the female entrance. The smooth fleshy membrane squirmed and greedily swallowed the fingertips, but could never reach the locked cervix.
Yu Ru’e shook his ass slightly and spat out the fingers.
There was more and more cum in his body and his lower abdomen became more and more swollen, looking as if he was several months pregnant, barely able to hold the mound. Even his nipples were swollen, bright red and soft, oozing with milk. With his wedding dress was soaked with semen, he looked like he was getting married with a pregnant belly, and the guests in the hall were taking turns to taste his two holes.
He rolled back and forth on Bai Xiao’s lap, raised his plump ass, and played with the fingertips shamelessly. He even opened his cervix and greedily moved the fingers in, tightening the hot mucous membrane, pressing as deep as he could. The excessive physical exertion made him exhausted. He could only rub back and forth against Bai Xiao’s hand almost numbly, making a popping sound. Slowly, he realized that his behind was so red and swollen that the hand couldn’t fully hold him.
He was so tired and his back hole was numbed by the electric shock. He finally hugged his belly and curled up on the pew. A waistline that was like fresh snow was exposed between the gaps between the dark back railing of the pews, a skirt hanging down in front of him. A cock stuffed with a lily stuck out from the skirt, soaked in a pool of lewd water. Two long legs were curled up, pressing against the soaked fabric.
He looked like a white bird soaked by rain, curled up all fluffy and innocent in its nest.
Bai Xiao sighed softly next to him, put a hand on his hair, and rubbed it a few times. Half asleep and half awake, Yu Ru’e leaned towards the familiar heat source and used his lap as a pillow, his white hair hanging down like a waterfall.
Bai Xiao put three fingers together and probed into his vagina. The fingertips pierced open the fat and tender flesh. The palm of his hand was pressed against the wet lips. As soon as he inserted it to the base, the tender entrance of the womb started to tremble. The golden ring fell onto his ring finger with a shuck.
He took out his wet fingers and looked at it for a moment. It was a ring. He slowly pulled it off, grabbed Yu Ru’e’s hanging hand, and kissed his fingertips wrapped in lace fingertips.
“It’s more suitable for you.” Bai Xiao said.
T/N: And this is it you degenerates (affectionate)! This is the last extra! Thank you Nyanmaru who has committed to commissioning chapters for this series to the very end. It definitely wouldn’t have made it this far without them, at least not for another many years lol. And thank you all coming for the ride
I’ll be picking up Evil wants to oppress the righteous and deceive the teacher soon for my next horny series, also commissioned by Nyanmaru. So really, they’re just feeding everyone XD. See you guys there!