04: fire of lust [R18]

His body stiffened with the fever again excited and never waning. He was helpless. Would he succumb to fiction from day one??

No never!

She didn't know what she was doing in her frenzy at the moment, but she pressed an elastic object to the slack mouth of her already up and standby hips. It was big, almost thicker than his arm. But his insatiable hips slid rapidly, obscuring the object. That upright object was soft and hard and immediately fell inside. His body tensed quickly, and he felt it fully as his hips tightened. His skin tensed to the point of tearing, and he felt the pain as well. Mixed with pleasure. In a way, he's never felt before. To her even greater embarrassment, this time she was completely ecstatic, losing control of her body. Some movements he didn't know what it was, it was not even in his mind to extinguish the flames in him anymore. He just wanted. More. More.

Because that spot inside of him seemed to have taken over him. When the object he targeted touched this piece, he passed out like a malaria patient. A little more…more…their movements quickened and accelerated, such that it was hotter inside the object itself. There was a sound as if he had stepped on something, and at that moment, the artificial organ-like object suddenly started vibrating inside him! That's when he made his last big move before his entire body was inexorably weakened, taking the madness inside him to its root. And this move completely knocked him down. He waited, breathing quickly, to calm down, after all, it was finally over. The only problem is that object that is tearing his body apart like a crazy beast inside. He reached out and tried to pull. No, it's not coming out. Moreover, it pleased him again. As his body continued to tremble to the rhythm of this device, the wetness dripping from his pee formed a puddle. And that moment has come once again. Got it! While he was shooting, the Object was crawling into him, causing him to miss his body.

-slap! As the object was being removed, it elastically hit her butt, and a long red line quickly appeared on her body. His hip was numb and painful. His whole body was weak and helpless. If he ran into anyone like this, he couldn't even defend himself. He lay down for a while, breathing heavily. The sticky liquid was filled with a strange, mild smell.

He washed his body vigorously, dragging his trembling body into the water. During this time, when the effects of lust had completely faded from his body, he felt regret as if boiling water had been poured down his body.

This event, which he had never experienced, drove him crazy and mad. This level of lust embarrassed him and made him bow his head. Moreover, being a prisoner of such emotion put him in more danger than he ever wanted.

He was ashamed of himself.

He averted his eyes from the marks left by his fingers as he looked down at his body. He felt guilty as if he had committed a crime. For that kind of pleasure was as tempting as sin.

Her robe was ruined, so she asked for a second one. Who didn't come in at the time?

She put the robe aside and saw the marks her body had left and the liquids she had stained. All of a sudden, his face turned so red that blood dripped from embarrassment. After destroying the evidence with water, he hid a set of toys in the corner, in an inconspicuous place. Then she spilled again, pulled her hair to one side, put on her robe, and tied it lightly. He walked calmly, step by step, but the sharp pain radiating from his lower back had completely shattered that face for a moment.

The loose black robe was moving forward and he could feel the eyes of all the hard workers. Those eyes were just as tainted with lust as the inside, and he realized at that moment that the situation was worse than he had thought.

It was like that because of the drug, but what to say to them?!

Just a bunch of crazy lunatics.

After the bath, the greasy-looking soft makeup came off, revealing the delicate face and sharp jawlines underneath.

Those facial features made people hold their breath for a while.

This continued until advancing into the room.

***

He walked to the door and kept it open. He paused as he took a step inside.

The man was in a corner, breathing softly. His lashes trembled gently in his sleep, his lips were pale, and his body was soft as if he had been tired for a long time.

Looking at her like that made her not reconcile with the main character.

The main character has a meticulous mind and weaves his plans in a loop with a purpose. The great weakness of this intelligent, charming, and beautiful character is that he is weak and sick. This incident occurred for a reason, but it was never mentioned in the fiction.

And then.

After seizing power, the main character didn't seem to get what he wanted.

In fiction, towards the end, the main character was going crazy. And I guess it seemed like there was a reason. He lowered his head thoughtfully and stretched out his hands. His cool face sank into his warm palms. At that moment, the person was reflexively rubbing his hand, as if greedy for heat.

His heart couldn't help missing a few beats.

Whoever it is is vulnerable to beauty. Not to mention asexual like him. It was pure appreciation.

His body was very cold, so he moved forward. He bent down and called softly. "Jin Anyin-Anyin"

"--Anyin," that tender voice, Anyin heard this as she was drowning in the darkness, and her soul trembled from the bottom.

"Shen, Shen Yanzhing-" He tried to move his lips but couldn't speak. When he took that name to his lips, it was like a curse, as if he was committing a crime. As if he didn't deserve it. Her lashes trembled and she slowly awoke. Her eyes were hazy and reminded of a drunken beauty.

"Yanzhing" felt that he was dreaming, he was him, he didn't leave her, and he wasn't abandoned like everyone else. The tears spread drop by drop in warm spheres.

Yanzing was taken aback. The wetness on his fingertips made him pause.

Thousands of memories and pictures flashed in his mind at that moment, as if something had been unlocked. He frowned and exhaled with a headache.

So that was it... the memories he forgot are somehow the answer to all his questions. He didn't know why or how he went into modern times. Yet it was clear that he had been dethroned and that people were waiting for him.

And Jin Aynin. Her eyes couldn't help but soften. He raised his hand and patted the head of the person in front of him. "Anyin, you've suffered so much" words startled Anyin. Then she cried a little more weakly. He suddenly stood up and hugged him.

He paused and then wrapped his arms around her.

The slender man buried the press around his neck. Besides, he is the one who took the number one beauty of this land.

It was hard not to soften.

"Okay, that's all over" his face turned serious.

He needs to get his throne back. Moreover, this person also corrects his injustice.

Anyin raised her head. She looked at him with a sullen expression. Even though there was great dependence and trust in those eyes, Yashing could very deeply feel his little friend's change.

When he first met her eyes, he was as dangerous as the sinister snake and as ferocious as a hunter watching over his prey.

This is the worst of fiction.

When he was a little lost, Anying approached him. He was staring intently at her face, and the atmosphere changed bit by bit.

Shen Yazhing was wrapped in a black robe. His face is as sinful as a red apple, and as if tempting and inviting him to sin. His lips were bloodshot and swollen. Fine drops of her hair slid down her neck, disappearing in a sexy twist.

He felt his throat dry.

He had been humiliated enough. The only clean thing he has left is his body. And he didn't hesitate to dedicate it to the person in front of him.

Moreover, he desired her, and these immoral feelings were not short-lived.

The first time he saw her, he felt that he could not take his eyes off them. This pure admiration has changed over time.

He was more of a quiet person and was bullied a lot. And each time, this person would appear like the knight standing in front of him.

His little heart couldn't stop beating even then.

He didn't even know what these feelings meant, but he wished he'd looked the other way. When she saw him with someone else, she would grunt and run quickly to get his attention.

He was like a spoiled child and enjoyed her attention.

As an orphan, these are feelings she's never felt before.

Over time, these feelings changed. One thing he can't control is true again. His eyes involuntarily always shifted towards her direction, and his heart always beat towards her.

He was a man.

How dare he.

But his heart doesn't listen to this and is only eager to go toward what he loves.

It was just like a moth that couldn't keep it from flying toward the fire.

He wanted it, he wanted everything that belonged to him. And these unstoppable feelings were now at their peak, flying from the heights.

He brought his face a little closer. "Yanzhing, you said" his voice was as soft as drunk, and it made Yanzhing's heart tremble at that moment. He started on his fingertips and lingered towards his Adam's apple, and at that moment the fire he had been forcibly suppressed was showing signs of rekindling. His throat instantly dried and knotted, and craving quickly turned his eyes red.

—To be continued