THUMP—! THUMP—!
Even though he had already guessed she was the one who killed the previous owner of this body, hearing her confirm it with her own soft lips made his heart refuse to settle. It hammered violently against his ribs, each beat so loud it drowned out the night insects and the rustle of leaves.
Bai Lund's throat burned dry. He gulped nothing but cold air. Even the sight of her soft, deep cleavage—those massive, heavy breasts hanging just inches from his chest, the deep shadowed valley rising and falling with every breath—could not stir any real lust right now.
His life was more important.
"I am sure you were the one I killed last night under that tree." Her dark eyes stared at him with open, almost childlike curiosity. Her right hand left his collar and rose to his face. She dragged her thumb slowly, deliberately across his lower lip, smearing a little of his own saliva, then leaned in until her mouth almost brushed his. Her cold, sweet breath ghosted over his lips, making them twitch helplessly.
"You don't remember me?" she murmured, studying his eyes, then his nose, then the shape of his mouth again, as if cataloguing every feature of the boy she had already murdered once.
She suddenly pulled and threw her head back, silver hair cascading, and laughed wildly into the night.
"Of course you won't remember me! I killed you in your sleep!! Hahaha~!!"
She laughed while Bai Lund felt like he was dying of fear. The casual, bright way she spoke about murder, the pure delight in her voice, made his stomach churn with terror and disgust. This woman was not human in the way he understood the word.
Then she stopped. She tilted her head, silver hair sliding over one shoulder, and asked in a softer, almost gentle voice,
"So… how can you be alive?"
Her massive tits jiggled heavily with the small movement, the thin white fabric straining. Bai Lund's eyes flickered to them for half a second before he forced them away, heart still racing.
The woman waited. Bai Lund said nothing.
What could he possibly say? That the original owner had died and he was a transmigrated soul occupying the empty body?
"Or are you a soul occupying his body?"
THUMP—!!
Alarms screamed inside his mind. His heart slammed so hard it felt like it would burst through his ribs and land at her feet. Thankfully his gaze was still locked on the deep valley of her cleavage; otherwise she would have seen the violent shake of his pupils.
"But you still have the 'Heat' of the living," she continued, almost to herself, eyes distant and strange. "A body loses that the moment its original soul departs. No foreign soul can fake the Heat of the living…"
Her lips kept moving as she muttered like a madwoman, silver hair swaying.
The crazy monologue actually eased Bai Lund's panic. She could not tell that he was a transmigrator. Whatever this "Heat of the living" was, he still possessed it—probably because of the system. Relief flooded him so strongly his shoulders almost sagged. At least he had not been exposed as an anomaly. That would have put an immediate, fatal target on his head.
"There is a secret in you, hmm?" She nodded to herself, then looked him over slowly from waist to face. A deranged little smile stretched her thin lips, revealing the tips of her teeth.
She began rolling her massive, soft, fat ass over his still-hard cock in slow, deliberate, grinding circles.
Bai Lund felt every thick vein of his cock twitch and pulse under the heavy, silky pressure. Those enormous cheeks were impossibly soft and jiggly, grinding down on him with perfect, crushing weight. The thin fabric of her robe and his own pants did almost nothing. He could feel the heat of her skin, the slight dampness already gathering between her cheeks, the way her heavy ass molded around his shaft. A choked, helpless groan escaped his throat as his neck arched involuntarily.
It was too much for a virgin body. Heat and friction built fast, filthy and unwanted.
"Looks like you're quite energetic," she purred, voice thick with amusement.
Then she suddenly yanked him into a crushing hug, stuffing his entire face deep into her cleavage. Soft, spongy, scorching-hot breast flesh swallowed his vision completely. Her mature, alluring scent—warm skin, faint night flowers, and something deeper, muskier, already edged with arousal—flooded his nose and made his head spin. One hand fisted painfully in his black hair and forced him even deeper between those heavy tits until he could barely breathe, his nose crushed against the soft inner curve, her heartbeat thudding against his cheek.
She leaned in beside his ear and exhaled a soft, hot, wet breath straight into the canal, sending a full-body shiver racing down his spine and straight to his cock.
"The night is quite long," she whispered, voice dripping honey and lethal promise. "Let's make it worth being your last night."
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Two minutes later the scene had changed completely.
Bai Lund hung naked from a low tree branch under the silver moon.
Thick, rough vines bound his wrists tightly above his head, the plant fibers biting into his skin hard enough to leave red marks. His entire body dangled, bare feet hovering just an inch above the cool grass. The woman was taller than him, and the branch was low enough that their faces now sat at the exact same height. Cool night air kissed every inch of his exposed skin.
"Perfect," she smiled, dark eyes gleaming as she admired her work.
Bai Lund's face burned crimson with pure shame. His cock stood proud and fully erect despite the terror, eight thick, veined inches pointing upward in the moonlight, the head already flushed dark and shiny. He had not agreed to any of this. She had simply forced him—stripped him with casual strength, bound him, and hung him like a piece of meat without ever asking for permission.
Her dark eyes dropped to his cock and stayed there, hungry. A thick bead of saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth and trailed slowly down her chin.
"You are quite a catch… so big and thick~!"
Her hand reached out and wrapped soft, cool fingers around the heavy shaft. The contrast of her cold skin against his burning heat made Bai Lund's hips jerk hard.
"Anmgg~!!"
She began stroking him slowly—back and forth, back and forth—letting the loose outer skin glide wetly over the rigid, throbbing core. Precum was already leaking from his slit in clear, sticky threads, wetting her palm and making every stroke slicker, filthier, louder. The wet sound of skin sliding over cock filled the quiet night.
"Excited, are we?" Her lips stretched into that same strange, deranged smile. Her breathing had turned heavy and ragged. She could not seem to look away from his cock, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide.
She stepped closer, pressing her massive, soft breasts flat against his bare chest. The thin fabric of her robe did almost nothing; he could feel the heavy, scorching warmth of her tits and the stiff points of her nipples digging into his skin. She leaned in until her hot breath washed over his parted, moaning lips while her hand kept working him with gentle, expert, merciless strokes.
"Cute~!"
She slid lower. Her nose dragged slowly down the side of his neck, inhaling deeply, almost scenting him like a beast. A visible, full-body shudder ran through her; her thick thighs pressed together hard, rubbing against each other. Read this novel at NovelPing for the best experience.
"Ahh~… a virgin Yang after so long~!!"
Her tongue darted out and latched onto his right nipple. She pushed the sensitive pink bud with the tip of her tongue, rolled it in slow, wet circles, then caught it between her sharp teeth and tugged hard.
"Ahngg~!!"
Bai Lund moaned at the sharp, electric mix of pleasure and pain. She only smiled against his skin and attacked the other nipple the same way, biting and pulling while her hand never stopped stroking his cock in long, twisting pulls. His body jerked and twisted helplessly in the air, the vines creaking.
Her thumb uncurled and found the leaking, sensitive slit at the tip. She rubbed the tiny opening for several long seconds, spreading his precum in shiny circles, then suddenly pushed a sharp fingernail inside the slit itself.
"AHHH—!"
His neck arched violently. His hips bucked backward on pure instinct as white-hot, invasive pain lanced straight through the head of his cock. She only smiled at his suffering, eyes gleaming, and slid even lower down his body.
Her little pink tongue plunged into the shallow depression of his navel, licking greedily, wetly, like a slut starved for any taste of him. At the exact same moment the double assault hit—tongue swirling in his navel, fingernail still teasing cruelly inside his slit—his body jerked wildly in the air. One of her hands shot out to steady him… and instead grabbed a firm, greedy handful of his pert ass.
She smiled cruelly between wet licks, squeezing the soft cheek hard enough to leave marks, then parting both cheeks with her fingers so she could drag a single cool index finger slowly down the sensitive cleft.
She pressed lightly, then more firmly, against his tight, virgin hole, rubbing in small circles, teasing the rim without pushing in yet.
It was too much.
Bai Lund's virgin body could not withstand the combined, filthy stimulation—cock stroked and edged, nipples bitten and tugged, navel licked like a cunt, ass spread open and teased. His entire frame convulsed hard against the vines, muscles locking, toes curling in mid-air.
SPURLT—SPURLT—SPURLT—SPURLT—
SPURLT—SPURLT—SPURLT—SPURLT—
Thick, hot, heavy ropes of cum erupted from his cock in powerful, continuous spurts. The first jet shot high and painted the woman's wrist and forearm in white. The second and third splattered across her fingers and dripped down in long, sticky strands. More kept coming—pulse after pulse—until his balls acting like a broken faucet. The grass below become dotted with white.
The wet, filthy sound of his orgasm filled the night air.
The silver-haired woman froze completely, eyes wide and glittering, watching every single pulse with open, hungry fascination as his virgin cum kept painting her hand.
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