Chapter 201: Chapter 201
“Sister Ying, you lie down.”
After stepping in, I asked her to find a spot and lie down.
Man Hongying agreed, her steps unsteady as she made her way to the bed and slowly sat down.
I pretended to fumble my way over, and my hand unintentionally brushed against those peaches.
Immediately after, I unconsciously gave them a squeeze.
Man Hongying couldn’t help but let out a sound of utmost pleasure, her body going limp and collapsing onto the bed.
At that moment, I was acting purely on impulse, and only when I came to my senses did I feel a rush of fear.
I thought she would curse at me or even kick me out.
But to my surprise, she just blinked and then said drunkenly, “Little Tian, I’m lying down now, hurry up and start.”
At those words, I was taken aback.
Could it be that my touch had brought Sister Ying so much pleasure that she couldn’t resist, which was why she hadn’t called me out on it and had even given me a covert encouragement?
By now, Sister Ying was already lying on the bed.
As I groped my way toward her, inhaling the scent that came off her body, my heart raced uncontrollably.
This wasn’t about me being lecherous—it was a fact that any man would find it impossible to resist the temptation of a woman like Sister Ying.
If I could conquer such a woman, the sense of achievement would be truly indescribable.
“Little Tian, your hands… they’re so warm, mmm… they make your sister feel so good… mmm…”
As my hands gently kneaded her shoulders, she slowly closed her eyes, emitting a series of soul-stirring moans.
Probably due to the alcohol, her moans were loud, and her facial expression was lascivious, as if totally uninhibited.
If such sounds came from another woman, it might not mean much.
But coming from Sister Ying, they left me parched, and my desire surged to its peak instantaneously.
So even a noblewoman like her could make such wanton sounds.
“It feels so good! Little Tian, your massage technique is incredible, ah! Ah!”
Her moans were intermittent, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes deep.
Gradually, they ceased altogether.
I was startled for a moment and, upon closer inspection, discovered that Man Hongying had actually fallen asleep!
“Sister Ying, Sister Ying…”
I tentatively shook her body, but there was no response—she must have been sound asleep.
Gazing at her voluptuous peaches, and the mysterious area between her legs, I swallowed hard, my excited heart nearly leaping out of my throat.
A crazy idea sprang to mind.
Man Hongying’s figure was just too perfect.
Not too tall, not too short, not too fat, not too thin, curves where there should be curves, all in all just impeccable—with no flaws to be found.
I eyed Man Hongying’s body up and down, the fire within me burning hotter and hotter.
I called out again, tentatively. I couldn’t afford to make a mistake—her status was too high, her identity too prestigious.
It was exactly for this reason that the excitement was so intense, the feeling of conquest overwhelming.
Seeing that she didn’t react at all, she must have really fallen asleep.
So I mustered the courage, reached out slowly, and plunged my hand into the neckline to seize those snowy peaches, kneading them vigorously.
The pleasure was indescribable!
Damn, it was so comfortable.
Man Hongying’s peaches were large and soft, and the feeling in my hands was beyond words.
Perhaps it was her prestige that made it all the more satisfying.
I kept my eyes fixed on her, on guard in case she woke up suddenly, while I gradually increased the intensity of my kneading.
After playing with them for a moment and seeing no sign of her waking up, I grew bolder, letting my hand wander down her smooth thigh, inching toward the mysterious crevice at its center.
The area below Sister Ying was perfect, neither too plump nor too skinny, and the feel of it with my fingers was real, very comfortable.
And at that moment, I was shocked to feel it was already drenched.
I was a bit surprised.
Although the massage had relaxed her, I hadn’t expected such a reaction.
Could it be… that Sister Ying also longed for company?
The thought excited me further.
Looking at her stunning face, I couldn’t resist any longer, and the next second I leaned in and kissed her.
The moment my lips touched Sister Ying’s, an electric sensation spread through my body, blanking my mind.
The thrill… it was too much…
Even though her mouth tasted strongly of alcohol, it did nothing to diminish my infatuation with her.
Suddenly, Sister Ying, in the midst of slumber, twisted her body and let out an enticing moan.
My heart skipped a beat—I instinctively stopped and froze, not daring to move an inch…