What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 147

The man toyed with Xue Zhixiao’s mounds for a while, his hands reveling in their exquisite softness, and then he cupped them tightly, squeezing them together. He lowered his head, burying his face in the warm valley between her large mounds, while his long, foul-smelling tongue slithered into her deep cleavage, licking greedily. His mouth produced a flood of saliva, dripping from his constantly open, stinking lips, coating her chest with sticky drool that glistened in the dim light.

After thoroughly licking her cleavage, he shifted his thick, greasy lips to the base of her mounds, sucking the tender flesh, and his tongue traced slow, deliberate paths across her jade-like skin as he moved toward the peaks. When he reached the top, his mouth opened wide, engulfing both squeezed-together rosy cherries at once. Sometimes he sucked them hard, like a starving infant, and other times he nibbled and tugged with his teeth, stretching the delicate cherries into thin lines. Under his relentless assault, the sensitive peaks hardened and swelled, glistening with his saliva.

Xue Zhixiao moaned helplessly, her face twisting in pain as she turned her head aside, and though her mounds were violated, waves of unwanted pleasure began to ripple through her body. Her private area grew wet with arousal, and she despised her body’s betrayal, hating how even this disgusting man’s assault could stir such sensations. Vaguely, she recalled the novel mentioning that this man was a teacher at No. 1 High School, but since she hadn’t read closely, she only knew he died soon after, and nothing more. Though she couldn’t see him, she pictured his repulsive form: a black suit, never washed, clinging to his short, fat body; a belly swollen with layers of fat; a few greasy gray hairs combed over a shiny bald spot; small, squinting eyes and a flat nose, but worst of all, those thick, foul lips now sucking hard on her peaks, drenching her chest in drool. The thought made her stomach churn.

His fat belly pressed heavily against her abdomen, his swollen private area grinding tightly against hers, pinning her down and sapping her strength. Her long, slender legs twitched briefly but lacked the power to resist. With a wet pop, he released her greasy, swollen cherries, his throat rumbling with satisfaction, and one hand stayed on a mound, kneading and teasing relentlessly. His sticky lips, carrying hot, sour breath, moved to her flawless, flat abdomen, where his large tongue found her small, cute navel. The tip circled it slowly, occasionally dipping into the tiny round hole and grinding hard, sending shivers through her.

Xue Zhixiao’s abdomen tingled and itched, the sensation jolting her body like a shock, and her slender neck arched high. Her long legs, spread by the man’s bulk, clamped around him instinctively, while the handcuffs on her wrists clinked with her futile struggles. “So tasty, so soft…” the man sighed, his voice thick with delight.

His free right hand slid past her slim waist, slipping under her skirt, and his hot, rough palm grazed her plump, firm buttocks, their silky, elastic feel making him reluctant to let go. “Goddess, every part of your body drives men wild. I really want to hear your moans,” he murmured, his foul mouth moving to her ear. He licked her earlobe, his hot breath puffing into her ear, while his rough hand, kneading her buttocks, reached the triangle zone where only a lace thong covered her. One finger slipped easily into the soaked fabric, poking her sensitive entrance, and Xue Zhixiao let out a low, involuntary moan.