Chapter 3: The Woman Who Came On First

Not long after Yang Chen stepped into the little bar, he knew he had come to the right place.

Inside, the bar was bathed in hazy, dreamy light. At the counter, in the corners, even out in the middle of the room, pairs of men and women clung to each other, arms hooked over shoulders, bodies pressed together, their wanton, coquettish laughter rising and falling all around him.

Yang Chen had only taken a few steps when a woman with heavy makeup, wearing nothing on top but a rose-colored bra and a pair of ultra-short black leather skirts below, came wobbling over with a glass of amber liquor in her hand.

"Handsome, buy me a drink?" Her voice was syrupy enough to make a man cringe.

Having already been warmed by alcohol after a long dry spell, Yang Chen reached out and gave the protruding point of her bra a light pinch. The woman shuddered all over at once, then laughed wantonly. "You’re so bad, handsome. We’ve barely met and you’re already pinching me there. What if you pinch it broken? How are you going to make it up to me?" Even as she pouted in complaint, she leaned in closer, and a pair of pale white arms looped around Yang Chen’s neck.

A wicked smile curved Yang Chen’s lips. He had little interest in women like this. With an almost lazy motion, he shoved her off him and said, "I’m not interested in a sow who gets drunk, gets horny, and only wants to breed."

The woman still seemed to have enough reason left to understand what he meant by "sow." Her face flushed with fury, and she slammed the glass hard to the floor. "You little bastard, you’re asking for death! Just wait!" Then she stormed toward a crowd gathered in the corner of the bar.

A flash of malicious pleasure rose in Yang Chen’s chest. It had been a long time since he’d come to a place like this and dealt with people like these. Tonight, it looked like he could vent a little with the help of alcohol.

He went to the bar and ordered a vodka, then drained it in one go. A burning heat started rolling through his body, and an odd excitement showed in his eyes.

That flashy woman somehow rounded up seven or eight men from somewhere. Every one of them was broad-shouldered and powerfully built, and just as Yang Chen finished his drink, they closed in around him.

The woman clutched the thick arm of the bald man at the front and pointed at Yang Chen, shrieking, "Big brother! That bastard cursed me. Beat him to death for me!"

The bald man looked Yang Chen over and saw the thinness of his frame, and a trace of contempt appeared in his eyes. He motioned for the two younger men beside him to go teach Yang Chen a lesson.

The two men strode up with ferocious grins, not bothering to waste words. Their sandbag-sized fists came smashing in.

Yang Chen barely looked at them. His expression stayed calm, as if nothing at all was happening. He simply raised both hands at the perfect moment, and his palms collided with the two men’s fists...

"Aahhh!"

The two men screamed at the same time and dropped hard to the floor, clutching their arms and rolling around in agony.

In the middle of the bar, the scene looked bizarre and abrupt. Fights did happen in this little place, but no one had ever seen the bald man’s group get the short end of the stick before.

Almost immediately, a lot of people turned to look at Yang Chen with curiosity.

Seeing that things had gone far beyond expectations, the bald man frowned. After shooting Yang Chen, who still looked composed and indifferent, a suspicious glance, he crouched down and lifted one of his men’s arms to inspect it.

He should have left well enough alone. The moment he did look, cold sweat began streaming down the bald man’s forehead...

The few lackeys behind him saw their own people beaten and immediately started cursing, but before they could rush in, the bald man spread an arm out to stop them.

Without another word, he stood up and bowed to Yang Chen. "Brother, we’ve offended you. These brothers of mine were in the wrong. If you ever need anything in the future, just call on us. We’ll be leaving now."

With that, he waved to the dazed men and had them carry the two howling, crippled guys out of the bar together.

Even the woman found it unbelievable, and she kept shouting all the way outside, demanding to know why they weren’t helping her get revenge.

The bald man glared at her with tiger eyes and said to the equally baffled lackeys, "His two palms just now broke Lao Wu and Lao Liu’s arms. You tell me if you think you could’ve beaten him..."

The others immediately lost their nerve. Those two seemingly light palms had actually carried that much force. If that wasn’t a master, what was?

At once, they started flattering the bald man, praising his sharp judgment and great foresight.

The bald man ignored all the flattery. Instead, he looked back at the bar with a faintly thoughtful expression, no one knowing what he was thinking.

Meanwhile, Yang Chen in the bar wasn’t affected in the slightest. After the bald man and his people left, the corner booth opened up, and he strolled over leisurely, preparing to search for tonight’s "prey."

Because he had just easily defeated the bald man’s group, the men and women in the bar all felt wary of him. A few hot babes occasionally tried to flash him come-hither looks, but when he ignored them, they had no choice but to give up on the seduction.

Just as Yang Chen was about to sit down on the sofa, he suddenly noticed that someone was still lying on the long seat in the corner. It was a young woman.

He only needed one look before his gaze turned hot...

Under the dim light, her long black hair fell from the sofa all the way to the carpet. A white, body-hugging dress wrapped around her graceful curves like soft, beautiful waves.

As he drew a little closer, Yang Chen caught an enticing fragrance mixed with jasmine and alcohol.

The woman seemed to be extremely drunk. A slender pale hand clutched a stemmed wineglass, while her body lay sprawled across the sofa, twisting every now and then. Her plump, lifted ass drew a bewitching curve.

Yang Chen stepped forward, helped her upright, and brushed the messy hair away from her forehead, revealing a lovely face flushed with drunken red.

What surprised him was that this woman was actually even more beautiful than Rose by a full three points. Whether it was that face carved as if by an artist’s hand, or the cold, allure she gave off in her drunken state, she was enough to make any man lose himself in her.

But such breathtaking beauty only made Yang Chen wonder: could this woman be one of the bar girls?

If she wasn’t a hostess, then why had she drunk herself into such a stupor with that crowd, and why did she have that hot, lustful look on her face?

The woman seemed to be so drunk that her mind had already fallen into complete confusion. Before Yang Chen could think any further, she randomly grabbed his shirt collar and pressed her two petal-soft red lips against him.

But because she couldn’t line up the kiss properly, she only managed to brush his cheek before sliding away again.

The cold-soft touch on his face made Yang Chen’s blood surge hot through his body. Looking at the beauty before him, with her watery eyes and that seductive, ready-to-be-plucked expression, he had already planned to let the night run wild. Why bother worrying about anything else?

He lifted the boneless, supple body in his arms and kissed her lush lips hard.

"Mm..."

The woman let out a low moan, seeming both resentful at Yang Chen’s roughness and excited by the tangled heat of their mouths...

Yang Chen forced his hazy eyes open to look at her face, red with shame, and her sexy, full lips.

Her entire body was brimming with an irresistible, seductive power, with a boundless charm that could overturn any man, like a sleeping dream goddess.

With a sudden buzz, Yang Chen felt waves of blazing fire surge up inside him, burning his whole body unbearably hot. The soft thing hanging below him slowly began to harden under the stimulation of that desire, and his pitch-black eyes changed all at once into a pair of terrifying red eyes, a pair filled with blood-red light, a pair of eyes so frightening that if anyone saw them now, they would probably be too scared to sleep for three days and three nights.

"Roar."

A low, wild sound like a beast’s growl rumbled out of Yang Chen’s throat. His blood-red eyes locked tightly onto the woman, sliding from her flushed, beautiful face to her sexy, moist lips, then down her snow-white, elegant neck, her soft and smooth shoulders, her voluptuous, alluring chest, her long, pale legs wrapped in sheer flesh-colored stockings, and finally to her snow-white feet in red strappy high heels.

A lewd, triumphant smile slowly appeared on Yang Chen’s handsome, hard-edged face. Then, as if driven by something inside him, he lunged at the woman, scooped up her senseless body, and charged straight toward her bedroom.

Her room was mostly a soft pale yellow, warm and elegant at a glance. A faint, indescribable fragrance lingered in the air, like orchids, warm and comforting, yet also like the woman’s own virginal scent.

In the center of the spacious bedroom sat a huge, inviting-looking Simmons bed, covered with a beige sheet and a soft orange-yellow comforter.

Yang Chen looked down at the soft, delicate woman in his arms and thought that he had finally gotten her. Staring at her seductive, intoxicating face and the slight flutter of her lashes, he couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her once before carrying her to the bed and carefully laying the cold, glamorous woman down.

After that, Yang Chen quickly stripped off every last piece of annoying clothing. He moved with such incredible speed that it was like nothing he had ever done before; in less than thirty seconds, he was standing completely naked at the foot of the bed.

That alone showed just how excited and aroused he was right now.

Naked and muscular, Yang Chen slowly sat down beside the woman. His fire-breathing eyes studied her stunning, jade-clear body with intense care...

By now the ribbon in her hair had already fallen off while he carried her, and her fiery red wavy hair spilled casually across the pillow like a waterfall.

A few stray locks drifted across her pale forehead. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even and quiet, and her long black lashes trembled faintly. On her dignified, elegant face, there was now only peaceful stillness.

Her lips, red and lush as rose petals, parted slightly, leaving a tiny gap as her breath floated out like orchids.

Her slender white neck, graceful as a swan’s, tilted to one side and revealed skin as white and smooth as jade.

One arm, soft as a piece of snow-white lotus root, hung limply beside the pillow.

The outermost layer on her upper body was a plain white business suit. Under that was a white lace-trim shirt, and inside that a white camisole with thin straps.

Her full breasts rose and fell with her breathing, making the sleeping woman look as sweet and lovable as a baby.

The fabric of that plain white business suit felt superb. It clung tightly to her body, showing off her proud figure and curves in full, even revealing the two little nipples perched on her high, full chest that made a man want to take them into his mouth at once. The low-cut design of the blouse let the rounded, snowy edges of her breasts show just a little, making any man imagine and ache for more.

Below her slim waist was a tight white office skirt, carving out the curves of her sexy, full hips to perfection.

Her beautiful, long legs were wrapped in sheer flesh-colored stockings, making them look plump, smooth, and jade-like.

Around her snow-white ankles were two red straps, and her perfect little feet in red high heels gave off endless temptation, enough to make a dead man rise from his grave.

Yang Chen marveled inwardly at her natural beauty, and the huge cock between his legs couldn’t help but stiffen into a towering, angry erection.

He slowly climbed onto the bed, brushed aside the few strands of hair on her forehead and face with his hand, studied her serene sleeping face for a while, and then gently stroked the drunken, even more flushed beauty of her cheek.

After that, his trembling hand slid one by one over her snow-white neck, her soft shoulders, her proud breasts, her flat, smooth abdomen, then over the rounded softness hidden beneath the plain white tight skirt, and down along her long, smooth legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. At last his hand reached those high-heeled feet radiating endless temptation. He grasped the base of the red heel, played with it lightly for a while, and stroked the pale, smooth ankles tied with red straps.

The first step of the touching was complete.

The second step was to kiss every inch of her body.

Yang Chen forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart, bent down, and lifted the woman’s feet in their high heels. He pressed his nose to the tops of them and inhaled hard, catching a quiet fragrance mixed with leather. His mind and body instantly went slack with pleasure. He gave the clean shoe surface a light lick, then gripped the heel and used his tongue to bite and lick fiercely at the smooth ankle tied with red straps. Before long, his saliva had wet a small patch of the stocking there.

Apparently that still wasn’t enough for him. Yang Chen gently untied the straps around her ankles and slipped off the red high heels, instantly exposing a pair of perfect, delicate feet that made his heart pound hard.

The most beautiful snow-white feet Yang Chen had ever seen belonged without question to his sister Lin Wanqing. Hers were small, exquisite, soft, and delicate.

But this woman’s feet were the most sexy and seductive of all. With a pair of red high heels on them, they were the kind of feet that made a man’s cock stand up the moment he saw them.

Yang Chen lightly took her white feet, still wrapped in stockings, into his hands and played with them carefully for a while. Then, in a teasing mood, he followed the slippery white curve of her instep, kissing and licking it over and over like he was eating cake. In the end, he stuffed all of her tiny, delicate toes into his mouth and sucked, licked, and bit them hard, making wet, smacking sounds like a child sucking on candy.

By now, Yang Chen’s mouth was overflowing with saliva, and a sweet taste lingered there as if he were eating honey.

Soon enough, her stocking-clad feet were covered in his saliva, damp and streaked with wet marks. The entire room was filled with a thick, obscene, filthy atmosphere!

Her arch was slightly high, the gently raised curve so intoxicating it was enough to make a nosebleed rush out of a man; her tiny toes were neatly tucked together, tightly wrapped in a deeper layer of flesh-colored stocking; through the seams of that darker flesh-toned fabric, her plump, neat, yet still tender toes were squeezed together and then slightly parted by the shape of the stocking; her toenails were as red as blood, shining with a hazy luster.

Oh, what a heavenly temptation, what perfect feet. If she really used those beautiful feet to stomp Yang Chen to death, he was afraid he’d only offer himself up and take it.

The smooth skin on her feet kept driving Yang Chen’s lust higher, making his cock hard as iron and unbearably itchy.

Under that thick stimulation of desire, Yang Chen grabbed one of her snow-white stockinged feet in each hand and pressed them straight against his thick red cock,ing the rod between the two edges of her feet as he slowly worked it up and down.

The edges of her feet were incomparably soft, and with the silky flesh-colored sheer stockings over them, his cock sank into some unknown land of tenderness. It twitched and jumped twice on its own, and a sharp pain of over-arousal shot through the glans.

Yang Chen quickly pressed the woman’s soles together, using the flesh-soft arches to his stiff little brother. The smooth flesh-colored sheer stockings covered a larger area of the huge python head, and with every gentle rub his breathing and heartbeat quickened as well.

In the quiet room, he could almost hear his own heavy breathing and pounding heartbeat, while his forehead burned hot and broke out in a sheen of sweat.

As the flesh-colored sheer stockings kept sliding along his arch, Yang Chen’s cock was already hard beyond hard.

Just when his cock was swelling so much he felt it might burst and shoot, he stopped working her stockinged feet and changed to another trick for playing with himself.

He gently straightened one of the woman’s feet, letting the soft sole rest lightly across his lower abdomen. The slippery flesh-colored sheer stocking touched his abdominal muscles, and the hot warmth from her sole sent a wave of heat rising through his belly and racing through his entire body. Every hair on him seemed to open happily, and every pore felt filled with the silky smoothness unique to flesh-colored sheer stockings.

Then Yang Chen took her other sole and held it upright, pressing his hard, thick cock forward. His cock was pushed against the foot stretched across his abdomen, and the soft sole stroked and teased it steadily, massaging the entire length with tenderness. An indescribably pleasurable sensation surged through him, and Yang Chen enjoyed it immensely.

From time to time he would pull back the foot he was using, letting her soft toe tips tease his hanging scrotum and lightly flick the swollen balls. The contact between his testicles and her stockinged feet brought a tiny stab of pain, but it spread a pleasure through his limbs and bones so intense that he nearly cried out.

A tiny stream of slick prostatic fluid slipped from the tip of his glans and dripped down onto the red-painted toe, making the flesh color and red there even deeper.

As Yang Chen rocked his hips back and forth, his cock treated the woman’s smooth, flesh-colored stockinged arch as if it were her bright red, tender cunt, thrusting in and out of it. All that stimulation made Yang Chen let out a low growl and speed up the stroking. Little by little, the pleasure on his cock rose and surged like a small boat tossing up and down in the waves, finally climbing to its peak.

"Psssh--"

A thick stream of milky-white life essence poured wildly from his cock, splashing against the bottoms of the woman’s stockinged feet before slowly running downward. For a moment, the room was filled with a dense, obscene atmosphere...

The thick white seed erupted from Yang Chen’s reddish-brown cock head like a volcano blasting open.

Immediately after, he felt a strong tingling sensation, as if a faint electric current had passed through his body, along with a slight convulsive shudder that left him a little dazed.

This was probably Yang Chen’s first ejaculation in this life. After so many years of wishing for it, he finally got his heart’s desire, and in that instant his whole body felt refreshingly, deliciously satisfied.

After quietly savoring that sensation that made the marrow seem sweet, Yang Chen’s eyes swept over the woman’s exquisite face and delicate body one by one. Finally he looked down at the bottom of her stockinged feet, where the milky-white fluid kept dripping away, and at the flesh-colored stockings marked with blotches of saliva and semen.

A thick desire to conquer, and a surge of pride, suddenly rose in Yang Chen’s heart. His lust flared up fiercely again, and his reddish-brown cock twitched and jumped twice on its own, once more sending a sharp pain of erection through the glans.

Yang Chen lightly stroked his cock with his hand, and his hard, resolute face was instantly full of a lewd smile.

He bent down again, grasped both of the woman’s jade-white ankles, lifted her snow-white, slender legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, and pulled them tightly into his arms. First he used his hand to slowly rub along the smooth, jade-like calves, savoring the slippery softness in his palm.

Then Yang Chen put his mouth back on those pale ankles, licking and kissing them lightly. The force of his motions kept increasing until, in the end, he was almost biting them with his teeth.

Under Yang Chen’s crazy torment, before long the thin, nearly transparent layer of flesh-colored stockings on the woman’s beautiful legs finally tore with a soft rip, breaking into several tiny holes and revealing the pale, tender skin of her calves beneath.

Yang Chen paid none of it any mind. He kept biting harder, even thrusting his blood-red tongue against her pale skin and licking it wildly.

The feel of her skin was smooth and delicate, tender and sweet, nothing like licking nylon stockings. It was like tasting a delicious pastry, making him even more intoxicated and aroused.

In no time, the flesh-colored stockings around her ankles were nearly gnawed through, and most of her fair calves were bared before Yang Chen.

Even the remaining scraps of stockings were soaked with his saliva, wet and glossy, looking indecently lewd.

After a while, Yang Chen finally tore himself away from those pale, tender ankles with reluctance. He shifted her long, fair legs apart with his hands and began licking upward along the inside of her calves, the hot breath from his mouth and nose continuously washing over the sensitive skin of her lower legs, making the sleeping woman feel an unbearable tingling itch. Her long black lashes trembled, her slender brows knitted faintly, and soft broken murmurs kept slipping from her throat: "No... don't... ah... so embarrassing... so embarrassing. Ah."

Seeing the stunning face flushed red and spilling moans, Yang Chen's hard features curved into a lewd smile, along with a flash of possessive desire.

He licked even faster over her snow-white calves.

Soon, his lips had slid over her clean, tender knees, leaving a trail of saliva-darkened wet marks along the stockings on her legs.

Next, Yang Chen shifted slightly forward on the bed and crouched between her thighs. One glance at her taut, plain-white office skirt and voluptuous hips made his eyes redden instantly.

In Yang Chen's eyes, a beauty remained irresistibly alluring even when dressed, especially a white-collar woman in OL attire, whose professional polish only made a man's urge to conquer her burn hotter.

That was why he hadn't rushed to strip her completely bare. He wanted to savor this woman in her dignified, conservative office suit first.

Yang Chen smiled wickedly, his hands trembling as he laid them on the smooth fabric of her skirt, caressing and exploring it as if it were some priceless treasure. He could feel the flesh of her thighs and hips beneath it, slippery-soft and supple under his fingertips.

At the same time, the woman, hazy with drink, gave a slight shiver. As Yang Chen's scorching hands roamed over her ice-clear, untouched body, kneading and rubbing as he pleased, wave after wave of fierce pleasure rolled faithfully through her heated flesh.

Seeing the woman looking so helplessly seductive, Yang Chen let an outrageously wicked smile spread across his mouth, lust thickening in his eyes. After fondling her pure, delicate body for a while, his hands slid down along her graceful curves, unfastened the ties of the office skirt without realizing it, and pulled the plain white skirt from her lower body.

At once, a pair of sexy, slender legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings came fully into view. Her jade-like legs were smooth, rounded, and elegant; the backs of her thighs were tender and teasing, her creamy flesh luscious and intoxicating, setting off the curve of her hips, plump and alluring, with the outer sides of her thighs fine and tender. And between those legs, the black patch hidden under her white panties was faintly visible, drawing Yang Chen in like a magnet, making him sink deeper and deeper without any chance of pulling free.

At the same time, the unconscious woman suddenly felt cold below, followed by a far more scorching, unbearable surge of desire. Though her beautiful eyes had never opened, she instinctively sensed that apart from the intimate garment covering her, her lower body and thighs were now bare.

Maybe it was instinct. Maybe a sliver of awareness remained. Or maybe, deep inside, she secretly hoped the person desecrating her innocent body would be Yang Chen himself. In any case, she immediately begged him.

"Dummy, n... no... don't... ah... it's so embarrassing..."

Yang Chen smiled obscenely and slid a leg between her thighs, forcing her two stocking-clad legs apart and making her long jade legs rest directly on his waist.

Holding one of her soft, sexy white legs in each hand, he slowly leaned down, stuck out his bright red tongue, and traced the tender skin on the inside of her flesh-colored stockings, licking and teasing with the tip of his rough tongue.

He kissed and licked again and again, and before long her stockings were soaked through with his sticky saliva.

The skin on the inside of a woman's thighs is so sensitive that you can do anything your imagination can dream up, romantic or otherwise.

Just like the back, the inner thigh is full of nerve endings, so when you tease it there, she will go wild for you.

Remember this: never bite here, not even lightly, because it's very sensitive, and if you do, she'll feel pain.

Unknowingly, Yang Chen's tongue had reached the place where a stretch of dark, deep grassland was faintly showing.

Through the white sexy panties, fragrant with her rich body scent, Yang Chen could feel that the lush dark grass there was already slick with crystal-clear springwater, and his dark, burning eyes locked onto the tender slit as if they could see straight through the hidden world inside.

"Hah!"

Yang Chen let out a roar, his eyes flooded with scarlet. After lightly stroking the white lace panties with his hand, he leaned straight in and licked at the sensitive forbidden zone through the fabric. His teeth also kept nibbling through that thin layer of underwear at the dark grass wrapped inside.

The dense fragrance kept driving the lust in Yang Chen's heart higher and higher.

The searing breath from his mouth and nose kept blowing through the panties onto the pink, sensitive slit and the bright, petal-red labia, making the slit and her folds tremble violently.

At the same time, an unbearable itch suddenly rose beneath the woman's lower abdomen. Her body shuddered, yet she could not break free. She kept pleading in a sweet voice, gasping softly and continuously, while the lush paradise between her legs began to gush fragrant arousal that soaked into her panties. Gradually, the wet patch on the white lace grew larger and larger until the entire pair was almost transparent, and the dark grass and bright tender slit were nearly fully exposed before Yang Chen's eyes.

Yang Chen looked at that indecent sight, unable to stop his heart from pounding and his blood from surging.

His hands trembling, he placed them on the woman's waist, quickly untied the two white drawstrings at her hips, and then yanked the cute white cloth panel away.

Beautiful!

Stunning!

So beautiful it dazzled the eye!

The first thing to catch his eye was a swath of dark, lush grass, the black hair growing thick and rich, with several crystal-clear dewdrops glistening fragrantly on top of it.

Deep within the grass lay a bright red slit, quietly resting there. Its spring beauty was hidden by two clean, tender pink lips, and from the enticing opening that parted slightly, a glistening thread of arousal slowly seeped out.

Just above the folds sat a tiny, adorable pink pearl, glittering like a dazzling gemstone with a brilliant, crystalline sheen.

Yang Chen was instantly robbed of his wits by the breathtaking scene before him. It pulled him in like a magnet, sinking him deeper and deeper, his bloodshot eyes staring unblinkingly at that lush patch already soaked with crystal springwater. His cock shot up at once, hard as iron, so hard it seemed nothing could cut through it.

He quickly lowered his sturdy, naked body onto the woman's ice-clear, jade-like private and bashful place, right in front of the source of human life, and reached out with his pale, slender fingers to explore and caress this marvel of creation with gentle, delicate touches.

Under Yang Chen's tender caresses, the bright red petals grew even wetter, and clear, transparent juices seeped slowly from deep within the sacred garden like honey, fragrant and refreshing, filling the heart with sweetness.

"Mm... dummy... don't touch there... ah. It's so hard to bear... I feel like I'm about to pee..."

The beauty could not help parting her delicate mouth, her breathing quickening. It felt as if a fire had been lit deep in her soul, burning through her spirit and her body alike. Her lovely body could not endure it and twisted and quivered softly.

Forcing down the excitement surging in his chest, Yang Chen brought his mouth to the tender slit and stuck out his huge red tongue. He pressed hard against those two slightly parted pink folds, while the rough surface of his tongue kept sweeping along the rim, licking every last trace of arousal back into his mouth.

As if playing a prank, Yang Chen even took one of the soft pink lips into his mouth and carefully sucked it. This was the most tender and sensitive part of a woman's whole body, and he had to handle it with care.

After slowly licking the crystal-clear pink pearl a few times, Yang Chen finally turned his attention to the woman's ice-clear, jade-clean, bright red virgin slit.

First he used his tongue to gently pry apart the two tightly closed petals, exposing the bright red inner wall of the slit directly before Yang Chen's eyes.

Yang Chen stared straight into the wet secret cave inside, fragrant with a faint scent, and felt his blood boiling.

This was the first time he had ever looked at a woman's private parts from so close, and it was also a pure virgin slit. The shock and excitement in his heart could be imagined.

Suddenly, Yang Chen thrust out his rough, crimson tongue and shoved it hard straight into the slit.

"Ah, so tight!" Yang Chen thought with a filthy inward grin.

The bursts of pain and pleasure coming from inside made the cold, gorgeous teacher's face, which had been filled with comfort and pleasure, instantly twist into a pained expression, and her slender brows could not help but knot tightly...

As his tongue kept pushing in, Yang Chen's tongue finally came to rest against the thin membrane of her hymen. He licked lightly along the tender flesh walls on both sides, then slowly withdrew his tongue from the bright red slit. Looking up, he saw the contradictory expression of pain and pleasure on her face and knew why she looked so hurt.

Then Yang Chen raised his head from between her legs and leaned back down over her soft body again. One filthy hand stroked her face, rosy with that mix of pain and pleasure, while the other tightly held the woman's snow-white, delicate hand. As his body moved up and down, the friction of flesh against flesh brought wave after wave of pleasure, and the pain in the woman's slit gradually faded. After a while, her rapid breathing began to settle a little.

Then Yang Chen lowered his head again between the woman's snow-white legs and once more shoved his huge, rough tongue into her bright red slit.

The tight, tender pink flesh walls kept pressing against Yang Chen's huge tongue, as if they were determined to force out this evil intruder.

The moment the rough surface of his tongue rubbed against the delicate inner walls, the sleeping woman began to tremble violently and blush deep red, her whole body seeming to be coated in a layer of rouge, the flush spreading everywhere.

Under the stimulation of his tongue, the pink tender flesh walls twitched softly as if shocked by electricity, and Yang Chen's tongue met even fiercer resistance from her slit.

Because Yang Chen's tongue was plugged at the opening, all the sweet arousal that kept surging out from inside was swallowed straight into his belly. The sweet fluid slid down his throat, and it felt just like drinking honey, utterly intoxicating.

Gradually, Yang Chen no longer just sucked at the woman's arousal. He also took the two bright red lips into his mouth from time to time, teasing them with the tip of his tongue and pecking at the woman's clit with the curled tip.

By now the woman looked dazed, her eyes unfocused, her mouth slightly open without a sound. Her waist swayed with the movement of Yang Chen's mouth and tongue, and a shivering wave of pleasure struck her central nerves. She felt as if she could barely control her body. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. After a long while, she finally cried out in a lost, faraway voice:

"Ah... don't. No... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to lose it... ahhh--"

With a pitiful cry, the woman's body suddenly jerked hard and went into a string of spasms and convulsions. At last, caught between pain and pleasure, she was made to come by Yang Chen's filthy hands and tongue. A large gush of fragrant nectar burst out from the bright red slit, shooting out at high speed and landing right against Yang Chen's tongue, which happened to block it...