Foster Son, Don’t Be So Crazy (50)

Xiang Feng's eyes had finally returned to black. His hands caressed her exhausted body as they lay on the bed in a spooning position, the two of them still joined together. Because of his almost inhuman body, the wound on his chest had already stopped bleeding.

Song Jia wanted to move. But she barely shifted her weight when Xiang Feng's legs tightly wrapped around hers, forcing her to stay still.

"Don't move," he murmured, his lips nibbling her earlobe.

Song Jia could sense that he was already hard again, and as he held her, he slowly rocked his hips forward.

"Ah!" Song Jia gasped.

Xiang Feng withdrew before sliding back inside her, setting a lazy rhythm.

She glared at him and said, "I'm still exhausted."

The corners of Xiang Feng's lips curved upwards, "Then Jia doesn't need to move. I'll move."

With this shameless proclamation, he quickly turned their bodies over, lifting her legs until her ankles rested on his shoulders. He slid deep inside her, loudly moaning his satisfaction.

"Nnn...pervert..."

Song Jia finally couldn't help but scold him.

Xiang Feng's smile became even bigger. "But I'm only perverted to Jia."

The position left Song Jia vulnerable, with Xiang Feng in complete control. His movements were quick and urgent as he rocked against her, his hips slapping the underside of her thighs.

"Ahhh...ahh..."

"Nn...Jia..."

Xiang Feng fondled her breasts while he sprinted hard inside her body, deliberately slamming into her deepest spot.

"Aaaah!" Song Jia screamed. He had accidentally touched her most sensitive spot, making her call his name in extreme pleasure, "Xiang Feng!"

"Does Jia...like me...poking here?"

Although it was his first time having sex, Xiang Feng was a quick learner. He knew that women had a sensitive spot that would make them go crazy, and he accurately pinpointed Song Jia's.

"Ahhh! No...not there..."

Unaware of how coquettish she sounded, Song Jia pleaded at him with watery blue eyes.

Xiang Feng didn't listen to her. He thrusted even harder, grinding her sensitive spot with each fierce entry. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, making a lewd sound.

"Ahhh...Xiang Feng...too big..."

Song Jia grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it, her cheeks red. Her delicate body couldn't bear his continuous onslaught. His hard body between her legs made her feel as if she was having a flash of deja vu.

It was as if this sweet torture was eerily echoing that of someone else's...

"Jia, you can take me..." Xiang Feng clenched his teeth as her flower hole tightened, almost as if it was sucking him.

"No, I can't...ahhh...ah!"

Song Jia bit the pillow as a seductive scream came out of her throat, her body trembling as she came. Broken moans escaped her lips as her honey liquid continued to flow out.

"Jia, do you feel good?" Xiang Feng's voice was hoarse, his expression twisted with need, sweat dripping from his body.

He pushed on her shoulders as his hardness reached even deeper into her, his body towering over her, their breaths mingling together.

Xiang suddenly withdrew from her. He turned over her body again, making her kneel on the bed, and entered her deeply from behind.

"Aaaahh!"

Song Jia grabbed the bedsheet with her hands, her face was turned sideways, her breasts swinging with his every thrust.

"Jia...Jia...I'm going to come..."

He slammed into her, his burning length fiercely pumping in and out, while his hands rubbed and cupped her breasts. Song Jia found her release again, and this time she was so tired that she directly collapsed on the bed.

Xiang Feng was still not satisfied. He took her hard, without pause. He pumped wildly against her, his hips against her bottom, his burning length filling her to the brim.

"Ahhh...ahhhh...."

His enormous hardness was buried repeatedly within her soaked walls, moving faster and harder, his lips raining kisses on her shoulders.

Finally, with a rough roar, a dazzling white filled his mind...

Xiang Feng continued to thrust as he shot deep inside her, making the place where they were connected together turn slick with their combined liquids. As he thrusted, unexpectedly, he became hard again.

Song Jia, who was lying tiredly on the bed like a salted fish, widened her eyes in horror.

"No more...I can't...your eyes aren't even red anymore..."

Xiang Feng pulled himself out of her until they were facing each other again. He could see a turbid white liquid flow out of her thighs, making him feel satisfied. Folding Song Jia's legs to her chest, he buried his hard and swollen length inside her.

"Red or not, I just can't seem to get enough of Jia."

As he rocked his hips, one of his hands reached over to where they intersected, his fingers pulling her petals open.

"No....ahhh..."

Xiang Feng leaned over her, his eyes fixed on hers, and said with a low magnetic voice, "I can't get enough of Jia, and Jia must never get enough of me. That's why, Jia can never leave me."

His smile was gentle and soft, his black eyes becoming deeper like thick ink.

"Jia, you will never leave me, right? Since you promised me."

Song Jia was inexplicably scared listening to him.

Xiang Feng didn't wait for her response but forcefully made her pitifully small hole expand to swallow him as he thrusted. He increased his speed, going in and out endlessly.

"Ah...S...Slower...Ah!"

"Jia...nnghh..."

In the end, they did it several times that day. Song Jia passed out four times, begging for him to stop, but to no avail. Xiang Feng wrung out pleasure after pleasure from her body, and she came so many times that she had long lost count. Even when it was finally over, he stayed buried inside her, enjoying her warmth.

Song Jia wanted to weep, but she was so exhausted that she couldn't even cry.

She could only lie on the bed like a limp noodle that had been boiled for too long.

As expected, her salary as a professional transmigrator should be raised, ah.

...

In the royal capital, the crowd bustled with noise, each one talking in a loud voice.

Because modern entertainment that kept people in their homes haven't been invented yet, the culture and the lifestyle of old societies revolved around interacting with other people. Talking over afternoon tea, going to see popular plays, tournaments, and invitations to banquets were a normal occurrence.

Of course, another normal occurrence was the quick spread of gossip.

"Hey, did you hear? I didn't know that the birth of the crown princess was like that..."

"The former queen is too pitiful, what they did to her makes my heart turn cold."

"The crown princess is despicable! Doing awful things like that, if she became our queen, what would happen to us in the future?"

In the market, the conversation between matriarchs and housewives were a different matter entirely.

"...the agriculture is booming in the south. Do you know that they actually managed to find uses for sweet potatoes? There's this thing they call fries and hash brown..."

"Those ugly-looking things? How could they taste delicious?"

"En, but I heard that it's true. Not only sweet potatoes, those other plants that we thought were useless could actually be eaten too..."

"...I heard that in the south, they didn't need candles in their homes. Do you know how expensive candles are now? If I could find an alternative, how great would that be..."

Like this, conversation about the south and the crown princess spread from crowd to crowd, making them only think of two things.

First, that the crown princess couldn't be their queen, and second, the south was quickly becoming the golden metropolis of the kingdom.