What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 41

Feng Jiye held her tightly. The sudden fall from height and loss of balance made Xue Zhixiao’s heart clench in terror. Every muscle in her body tensed, and the snug hole between her legs clamped down desperately, squeezing the thick rod buried inside her to the hilt from the impact of their landing.

Feng Jiye’s reckless jump sent Xue Zhixiao crashing into another climax. Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids, colors swirling until her mind went blank—utterly overwhelmed. At the same time, her body reached a peak of pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known.

When her thoughts finally returned and her senses recovered from the relentless waves of ecstasy, delayed spasms wracked her body. Tremors seized her, hurling her back to the summit of pleasure as the gray-white sky spun above her.

She wanted to scream, but her voice was gone—her very soul scattered.

Only when the unbearable pleasure finally ebbed and her spirit settled did Xue Zhixiao’s pent-up passion erupt in a raw, shattered cry.

The whole ordeal lasted mere seconds, yet to Xue Zhixiao, it felt endless—long enough to strip her of thought, of awareness, leaving only primal instinct.

To Feng Jiye, it was both agonizingly slow and blindingly fast.

The rod inside Xue Zhixiao was being mercilessly squeezed by her quivering walls, like a twisted towel with no relief. The mix of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, radiating from his trapped length to his spine, then flooding every limb and nerve until even his hands—gripping her slender waist—shook uncontrollably. His twitching rod pulsed, desperate to spill its scalding release.

He fought to hold back, but Xue Zhixiao’s relentless inner muscles milked him dry.

“Ngh—”

This climax was longer, fiercer than any before. Even after he finished, his rod stayed rock-hard, throbbing with unspent need.

Feng Jiye’s hunger was unleashed. Two years of pent-up desire roared free—and Xue Zhixiao was his target.

With a wet pop, he pulled out. Thick white streams spilled from her stretched entrance, making his dark eyes gleam. His usual playful smirk vanished, replaced by a predator’s intensity as he pinned Xue Zhixiao to the haystack, hooked her slender legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in with a growl.

Every drop of her slickness was forced deeper by his thick intrusion. He spread her wider, driving into that sinful spot with frenzied thrusts.

“F*ck! So good—ah! So tight! Gonna ruin me!”

Feng Jiye was beyond reason. All his boasts of being untouchable, of never surrendering to lust—none of it mattered now. Only this pleasure was real.

His original plan had been to use every skill he’d mastered to make her lose herself, to have her screaming only for him.

Yet here he was—the one undone.