Chen Erbao's hot breath washed over Fang Yun's earlobe.
He watched as her earlobe flushed a deep crimson. Unable to resist any longer, he bit down.
"Ah!"
Fang Yun, already at her breaking point, was jolted by the sudden sensation. All the strength left her body. With a sharp cry, she stumbled.
She fell so quickly that Chen Erbao didn't have time to react.
"Fang Yun, are you okay?"
Fang Yun felt a sharp pain in her butt, nothing like the dull ache of a simple fall.
"Er Bao, hurry and take a look for me. I think something got in."
"What?"
Chen Erbao's eyes went wide, the shock snapping him to full alert. He'd felt it just a moment ago—Fang Yun's black lace panties had slipped more than halfway down. She was completely bare underneath.
This wasn't just any body part; he couldn't afford to be careless.
"Let's get you inside."
With Chen Erbao's help, Fang Yun went into the house.
"Fang Yun, why don't you lean over the chair? Bend over, and I'll take a look. It'll be easier to see that way."
"In that position?"
The thought of gripping a chair and presenting her rear for Chen Erbao to inspect filled Fang Yun with shame. But the sharp, needle-like pain from below left her no time for second thoughts. She could only nod and pull over a decently padded chair.
Fang Yun gripped the back of the chair, resting her upper body against it. With her back to Chen Erbao, she slowly raised her shapely bottom. Steeling herself, she reached down and pulled her black lace panties halfway down.
"Er Bao, hurry and look for me."
Chen Erbao's gaze followed, and his eyes immediately went wide.
Her two snow-white cheeks were slightly parted. Deep in the cleft, a hint of pink, tender flesh was visible, covered in a faint, downy fuzz.
His gaze traveled lower, only to be met with disappointment.
Fang Yun's legs were clamped tightly together, completely obscuring the view within.
But even the sharply defined contours of her pressed-together, snow-white thighs were intensely alluring. Chen Erbao was a young man in his prime, brimming with vigor, and a cultivator of the Joyful Technique besides. How could he possibly resist? His hand moved of its own accord, reaching for the space between her clenched thighs.
"Oh…"
The feeling of a hot, slightly rough finger touching the tender flesh at the base of her thigh made Fang Yun involuntarily let out an alluring sound. She turned her head and shot Chen Erbao a coquettish glare.
"And you pick now of all times? Can't you keep your hands to yourself?"
"How about this? Once we figure out what's wrong, I'll let you have your fill of touching. Deal?"
The moment the words left her lips, Fang Yun felt a flush of her own excitement.
'Just touching? If we could go a step further…'
Chen Erbao was also on the verge of losing control. Just a simple touch of Fang Yun's thigh sent his heart pounding. She might be nearly thirty, but she kept her body in incredible shape—it was as soft as a baby's.
Her skin was dewy and supple. 'If this spot is so soft, I can only imagine how soft her snow-white breasts must be.'
'If I took things further and pinned her down, she'd probably get soaking wet.'
Chen Erbao immediately reined in his thoughts.
'Calm down.'
'Can't keep thinking like this, or I'll lose control right now and take her from behind…'
Chen Erbao quickly spoke up. "Fang Yun, where does it hurt?"
Fang Yun's voice was muffled, a clear sign she was holding back. She didn't dare look at Chen Erbao. Forcing back her shame, she said, "Right on my butt… near the crack."
Chen Erbao gripped both cheeks of her bottom and said, "Fang Yun, brace yourself."
With a firm pull, he spread the alluring cleft even wider, the flesh deforming in his grip.
Fang Yun let out another involuntary, shameful moan. Then, she felt a fiery heat nearing the cleft.
'A little hotter!'
'Er Bao, hurry up and fill me.'
"How is it?"
Chen Erbao focused his gaze and saw a small, thorny weed lodged in the crack of Fang Yun's rear.
The stems and leaves of this weed are covered in tiny, backward-facing thorns. A light touch leaves an unbearably itchy rash; a harder one can easily draw blood.
Thankfully, this particular sprig was short and already wilting. With only a few thorns left, it hadn't done any serious damage to Fang Yun.
Chen Erbao said, "Fang Yun, your butt is so plump that when you sat on the ground, you accidentally pinched a thorny weed in the crack."
"I'll just pull it out for you."
As Chen Erbao spoke, his finger squeezed into Fang Yun's butt crack.
"Wait, oh…"
Before Fang Yun could brace herself, she felt her cheeks being spread even wider. A moment later, something rough and solid pushed into the crevice.
She had never experienced something like this before. Her body went soft at once, her tensed legs involuntarily relaxed, and her sudden drop in posture forced Chen Erbao to take another step forward.
The scene was like a battlefield: the enemy army had brought out a massive log to use as a battering ram. Fully prepared, the ram launched an all-out assault against the city gate.
With a single impact, the gate nearly gave way. The soldiers defending it were scattered, many of them spilling out in their carelessness.
Fang Yun could clearly feel her other mouth beginning to water. She hurriedly tried to clamp her legs shut again, forgetting that the battering ram hadn't yet been retracted.
The soft flesh clenched, completely enveloping Chen Erbao's "battering ram." Intent on removing the weed, Chen Erbao sucked in a sharp breath as his hips bucked instinctively.
The intense friction sent a powerful jolt of stimulation through her. Fang Yun could now clearly feel the foreign object between her thighs.
Before, with just his hand, she hadn't truly appreciated its magnificent size. Now, she was getting a very clear impression.
Her city gates flew open as an involuntary urge took her—the desire to swallow the battering ram whole.
Fang Yun steeled her heart.
'Things have already gotten this far,' she thought. 'In for a penny, in for a pound.'
'Er Bao is probably still a virgin. I'm his cousin's wife. If I don't seize this opportunity now, am I just going to let such a prize fall into a stranger's hands?'
But just as Fang Yun had made up her mind, her expression suddenly changed.
'Damn it,' she thought. 'It can't be… not now, right?'
Just then, Chen Erbao's voice came from behind her. "Fang Yun, I got it. How do you feel?"
Fang Yun's face was red, her eyes filled with a deep resentment.
The look completely baffled Chen Erbao.
"Fang Yun, what's wrong?"
"Oh, right, I'll go lock the door—"
"Don't!"
Before Chen Erbao could finish, Fang Yun shoved him away and hastily straightened her clothes.
"Fang Yun, you…"
Fang Yun shot a lingering, regretful glance at Chen Erbao's "battering ram." The resentment in her voice was thick enough to power a necropolis.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
With that, she left without a backward glance.
Watching Fang Yun's graceful figure retreat, Chen Erbao was utterly bewildered.
"What was that all about?"
"Just now, she was clearly… Wait!"
As he watched Fang Yun walk faster and faster, Chen Erbao's face twisted into a pained grimace.
"Don't tell me… her 'monthly visitor' just arrived?"