Yuanhui felt as if a raging fire had erupted within him, surging from his lower abdomen to his groin. The terrifying heat was so intense that even the roaring waterfall cascading down the mountain behind the Kongshan Temple couldn't extinguish it.
All his Buddhist teachings and resolve seemed insignificant, especially after he could no longer endure the intense torment and took her delicate, supple toes into his mouth—he tasted what "the taste of a woman" truly meant.
It was like melting ice on a sweltering summer day, a refreshing coolness flowing into his heart, filling him with an intense excitement, trembling, and yearning. Under the scorching heat within him, Yuanhui could only cling tightly to this lifeline, his large mouth clumsily but earnestly holding her delicate, slender toes. At first, simply holding them tightly, the tender, slightly cool touch and the fragrance of her smooth skin were already intoxicating.
But gradually, he found that the satisfaction derived from simply sucking on her jade-like toes was no longer enough to suppress the burning fire within him. Like a thirsty person instinctively gulping down water, Yuanhui subconsciously began to move his cheeks, his tongue following suit, and suddenly it was as if a new door had been opened wide.
The jade-like toes, slender and shapely, tender as grapes, with a subtle sweetness and a strangely alluring meaty aroma, made Yuanhui's large eyes widen, and his cheeks flushed crimson, as if he had drunk several liters of wine.
"Slurp~"
In the elegant, simple, and dignified boudoir of Jiang Yingji, the ruler of the Jiang family, whom countless high-ranking officials and nobles could only dream of, came the sound of dripping water, like the sucking of honey. The sounds were not only mingled with the heavy breathing of a man, but also occasionally bursts of strong, sucking sounds like kissing.
And when the scene on the bed was revealed, it was even more arousing…
The Shanghai Queen's exquisite, undulating, and shapely body lay gracefully, her clothes still intact.
But somehow, her long, slender, snow-white arms had begun to drape on either side of her head, her fingers unconsciously curling and wrinkling the silk bedding, creating ripples like water.
A barely perceptible blush rose on her snow-white, jade-like face. Her snow-white neck swayed slightly from time to time, causing her elegantly styled, thick, black hair, more beautiful than ebony silk, to become slightly disheveled. A stray strand fell over her jade-like ear, another clung to her snow-white cheek…
She was like a beauty slumbering in spring water, exuding a captivating, languid allure.
But when the gaze fell upon the lower half of the Shanghai Queen, the answer was revealed. The hem of her multi-panel cheongsam had been lifted to her waist, revealing two exceptionally long, beautiful legs encased in smooth, gleaming stockings that subtly revealed glimpses of flesh. Her thighs were rounded and full, possessing a beautiful, firm, and flowing physique reminiscent of a Greek goddess.
Her slender calves, with their well-proportioned bones and muscles, resembled flawless jade lotus roots veiled in a light black mist. Beyond the stunning ankles lay a pair of long, delicate, and beautifully shaped lotus feet…
But at this moment, these two jade feet were tightly grasped by a pair of hands large enough to be fans.
The Queen of Shanghai's exquisite jade feet, with their rounded ankles, slender toes, and beautifully arched insteps, possessed a slender line commensurate with her height, yet still barely large enough to be held in one hand, exquisitely delicate. However, beneath these large hands, they appeared exceptionally small. Her round, rosy heels were smaller than the palm of her hand; if the five fingers, as large as fan blades, were to come together, they could completely envelop the jade foot, holding it in their hands and kneading it to their heart's content.
But the owner of the large hand clearly hadn't done that yet…
Because a large mouth was positioned over two rows of neatly arranged, exquisitely long jade toes—even the two rows of toes, with their delicate pearls closely arranged like plump, juicy grapes, appeared quite slender.
The large mouth would sometimes suckle the two jade-like toes, with their full big toes and exceptionally long second toes, leaving only two or three delicate little toes outside. Its cheeks would move rhythmically, making sucking sounds. At other times, its cheeks would deflate, and its pointed lips would suckle the tender toes with a "pop," pulling them into its mouth, from the big toe to the delicate little toe, not letting a single one escape.
That's why it made that loud, kissing-like sound...
Meanwhile, the thin, sheer stockings on her two jade-like feet, like a black mist, were torn in many places. On her delicate, baby-soft skin, the black mist was a mess, like honey licked by a bear.
The insteps were alright, but on her exquisite toes, her soft, pinkish-orange soles, resembling cat paw pads, large patches of black mist were torn apart, barely connected by thin strands, making her look like she was barefoot. From her slender toes to her rounded heels, everything was covered in glistening saliva, even between her toes and on the soles.
After savoring a pair of tender feet, Yuanhui, panting, touched her calves. With a "rip," the fine silk stockings on her calves, as if torn open by a sharp blade, quickly ripped open a large hole, revealing the translucent, plump, and shapely calves, like snow lotus roots. The smooth, powdery texture and graceful curves immediately attracted the lustful gaze of a bear.
A broad, long, and powerful tongue began at the round, egg-shaped, pinkish-white heel, licking along the graceful curve of the foot to the calf. Then, with a flick of the tongue, it moved upwards from the clear edge of the "black mist," licking all the way to the knee without stopping.
Instead, the large hand pushed against Jiang Yingji's knees, shaping her incredibly long, jade-like legs into a shameful "M" shape, resembling a snow frog. The head, with its coarse, stubble-haired pubic hair, wound its way upwards, as if intending to savor every inch of her perfectly curved, flawless thigh. The teeth, as usual, gnawed at her, creating a thin wisp of black mist. With a flick of the head, the elastic stockings were stretched and stretched, finally ripping open under the brute force of the teeth.
With a piercing tearing sound, the tear quickly spread to the hollow between her thighs, revealing her plump, snow-white inner thighs. The glistening, fleshy skin was a feast for the eyes, and the tearing stockings, when they bounced off her alabaster skin, even left a faint red mark on her delicate, snow-white skin.
The sleeping Queen of Shanghai trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan. Her beautiful legs quivered, revealing faint red marks, torn stockings, snow-white skin, and the faint red hickeys peeking through the remaining black stockings.
Although she didn't know what it meant to be as beautiful as jade, delicate and flawless, Yuan Hui's entire being was intensely drawn to this alluring scene. Her eyes bloodshot, and the raging fire within her momentarily subsided.
However, like embers blown into the air, this brief moment of darkness was merely preparation for a greater explosion. The next instant, Yuan Hui felt her entire body, from every pore of her skin, ignited by a heat surging from her lower abdomen. Her lungs gasped for breath, the air she exhaled felt incredibly hot, and her lower body was unbelievably hard and swollen, as if it had become a red-hot iron rod, so hard that she could only feel the burning heat and numbness.
Yuanhui's reddened eyes, tinged with a hint of confusion, gazed at his lower body. He was immediately startled by the nearly twenty-centimeter-long tent bulging from his crotch. Years of Buddhist practice, coupled with his unwavering celibacy year-round, meant that since birth, he had practically never been troubled by lust.
Even his morning erection, as imposing as a pillar, was suppressed by him solemnly using the "Vajra Pestle" scripture taught by his master, his hands clasped in prayer, channeling all his burning desire into his cultivation.
Therefore, in matters of the heart, Yuanhui was even less capable than a young girl in the city.
He couldn't even understand why, before dawn, his "flesh root," representing worldly desire, was already erect—even larger, thicker, firmer, and more intensely hot than ever before.