"Mmm," Qing Tan's body was stimulated by the pressure on her sensitive area, but she suppressed it slightly, only letting out a soft moan.
"Hehe, I didn't expect Lady Qing Tan to react in my hands, even making a sound. But since she's already made a sound, why suppress it? Why not just let it all out?"
Wuming offered his suggestion.
"Hmph, you want to hear me make a sound?"
Qing Tan's lips curled slightly, her eyes narrowed as she looked at Wuming. She reached out her left hand, hooked it behind Wuming's head, and pulled him forcefully towards her. Wuming lost his balance and stumbled, falling onto Qing Tan, who was lying on the sofa. His face buried in the sofa cushions above Qing Tan's left shoulder. At the same time, Qing Tan raised her right hand and wrapped it around Wuming's neck. She breathed softly into his ear and whispered, "Then we'll see what you're capable of, hehe."
Ying Huanhuan, watching Qing Tan's actions, blushed slightly. She hadn't expected Qing Tan to be so bold. Her snow-white hand was currently covering her slightly flushed face, but she couldn't help but peek through a crack at the lecherous little girl lying on the sofa.
"Haha, very good, very good! Then I'd like to see how long Lady Qing Tan can endure this!" Wuming felt the power restricting him released, and he lifted his head from the sofa. He was pleased with Qing Tan's words, but also somewhat alarmed. Just now, when Qing Tan had pulled him, he hadn't even had the ability to resist; she had simply pressed him down onto the sofa. This had given him a clearer picture of the difference in strength between him and Qing Tan. His address of "Lady Qing Tan" came even more sincerely from his heart. However, this also strengthened his resolve to conquer this girl. After all, even disregarding Qing Tan's lovely face and alluring body, if he conquered this girl, he would have a share in the Dark Temple!
Wuming's face flushed slightly, and he lowered his head to kiss Qing Tan's earlobe. Now, he was pressed against Qing Tan, feeling her tremble slightly from his earlier actions. Wuming chuckled and adjusted his position; after all, it wasn't appropriate to stay on top of her forever. So, he knelt on either side of the sofa, slightly arching his back, and continued kissing his way down Qing Tan's neck. His left hand continued to caress Qing Tan's right breast, but this time it wasn't just pressing. He extended his thumb and forefinger, pinching the soft padding on Qing Tan's chest and kneading her nipple through the padding. His actions made Qing Tan adorably furrow her brows, clearly feeling pleasure as well.
As the nameless kiss continued its downward journey, it finally landed on Qing Tan's left breast. The nameless man chuckled softly, looking down at the soft pasty before him. He lowered his head and gently licked around it. Qing Tan's delicate body trembled slightly under his touch. The pasty gradually changed color under his licking, and one corner, weakened by the liquid, curled up slightly. Seeing this, the nameless man bit down on the curled corner and then pulled the pasty away from Qing Tan's chest.
"Mmm..."
The moment the soft cover was pulled down by Wuming, Qing Tan let out her first moan of the night. This youthful yet erotic sound stimulated Wuming's senses, filling him with excitement. At that moment, Wuming also saw something new. With the soft cover removed from Qing Tan's left breast, a pink nipple was revealed. However, now filled with blood, the nipple was noticeably bright red and firm. If Qing Tan's breasts were pudding, then the nipple was like a bright red... Like a strawberry, it lay quietly on the soft, elastic pudding, whetting the appetite of anyone who saw it. Wuming was no exception. Upon seeing Qing Tan's nipple pop out, coupled with her moan, Wuming's eyes instantly turned red. He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and began licking the bright red strawberry. Qing Tan trembled slightly at this. Wuming then opened his mouth again, taking the entire strawberry into his mouth, and then, as if sucking on pudding, gently sucked on it.
"Mmm...ah...just now...only you were allowed...to touch...mmm...who...allowed you...to bite my...mmm...and...suck on it...ah..." Qing Tan's eyes widened slightly, and she called out to Wuming with a hint of coquettishness. Although her voice seemed to carry a hint of anger, her eyes were somewhat hazy, and her hands were wrapped around Wuming's head, as if to prevent the thing on her chest that gave her pleasure from leaving.
Seeing Qing Tan's contradictory actions and words, Wuming secretly chuckled. He worked even harder to serve the girl beneath him. Regardless, he had at least aroused Qing Tan's body. Although she might still resist him somewhat, Wuming felt that taking her was only a matter of time. Although Qing Tan's body was petite, the feel of her skin was irresistible to Wuming. Her soft skin couldn't compare to even the finest silk in the world. Moreover, despite her small stature, her desire was immense. Every move she made stirred his heart. Her cuteness and eroticism both assaulted Wuming's senses. When she was cute, she was so captivating; when she was erotic, she was so alluring.
"Perhaps this is where the lolicon comes from?" Wuming thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile, yet he was also incredibly excited by this self-mockery, perhaps having incorporated it into his own identity.
"Ah...no...it's coming...ahhh..." While giving Wuming a footjob, Qing Tan had actually been aroused, though she hadn't shown it. Now, after Wuming's ministrations, she quickly reached a small climax and collapsed onto the sofa.
"Hehe, Qing Tan's body is so sensitive, she climaxed after just a few touches," Qing Tan teased Wuming when he ejaculated earlier, and now it was Wuming's turn to tease her.
However, Wuming didn't see the reaction he expected. After hearing his teasing, Qing Tan only gave him a slightly disgusted look, then pouted and didn't move, making Wuming a little embarrassed. But seeing Qing Tan's flushed face and bright red lips, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. He immediately lowered his head and kissed Qing Tan.
"Hmm? Hmph!"
While Qing Tan was still enjoying the afterglow of her climax, she wasn't completely lost in the moment. When she saw Wuming approaching to kiss her, she frowned slightly, then let out a soft groan, and raised her hands to push him away.
"Ah!"
Qing Tan wasn't finished after pushing him away. Once Wuming's body was freed, freeing her legs, she delivered another powerful kick, sending him flying backwards as he crashed into the wall, leaving a shadowy silhouette before coming to a stop.
"Hmph! Who gave you permission to kiss me?"
Qing Tan stood on the ground after kicking Wuming away, looking down at him, who had fallen from the wall and was trembling on the floor, her face full of contempt, but the anger in her voice was palpable.
"What a cool kick!" Ying Huanhuan laughed at Qing Tan's move, secretly making a vow to give Qing Ye a kick like that someday!
At this moment, Wuming, his knees pressed to the ground and his upper body trembling, looked at Qing Tan. He felt his internal organs trembling, indicating he had suffered a significant injury from the kick. He could only use his Yuan energy to heal himself. He didn't know why Qing Tan had suddenly become so agitated. Wuming dared not say anything, for he could see a hint of killing intent beneath the anger in Qing Tan's eyes. As the next master of the Dark Temple, Qing Tan's hands were undoubtedly stained with many people's blood. He had no doubt that Qing Tan would actually kill him. Therefore, he could only humbly apologize, "Lord Qing Tan, I was wrong. I couldn't control myself for a moment. Please forgive me."
Strangely enough, Qing Tan's anger came and went quickly. Her previous furious demeanor vanished as soon as it appeared, as if she had never been there, leaving Wuming, prostrate on the ground, utterly puzzled.
Qing Tan outwardly maintained an annoyed expression, but inwardly she was secretly delighted. She hadn't intended to harm Wuming anyway, given their upcoming encounter.