Suddenly, a slick, oily wetness spread outward. Uncle Qin withdrew his hand; his index and middle fingers glistened with crystalline, viscous fluid, stretching into sticky silver threads as he moved them slightly.
Uncle Qin put his fingers into his mouth, his eyes filled with pure relish.
Then, he rose and spread Xuetang's smooth, jade-like thighs apart, revealing the exquisite scenery between the young mistress's legs to his view.
Nestled between her slender thighs was a mound of Venus as soft and white as a freshly steamed bun—yet also plump and smooth like a young peach—split by an alluring, slender cleft.
The edges of her delicate labia were tinged with a faint peach-pink hue and glistened with moisture, while an exotic fragrance—reminiscent of orchids and musk—wafted toward him.
Beneath her buttocks remained a dark, damp stain on the bedsheets—a lingering trace of the intimacy she had just shared with Li Dong.
In that very same position, Uncle Qin opened his wide mouth and extended his broad tongue; with a swift motion, he parted her plump, tender labia and began to feast voraciously.
His rough, broad tongue rasped against her incredibly delicate, honeyed flesh; he sucked at her clitoris and probed the bud of her sex, creating wet, slurping sounds.
The wet, sucking noises sounded like a calf drinking water—a rough, unrefined feast upon such delicate beauty.
"Mmm..."
A sudden spurt of silvery, glistening fluid erupted from Xuetang's honeyed depths, drenching Uncle Qin's chin; he took another bite of her peach-like vulva before pulling back slightly. Suddenly, a jet of fluid—spraying much further than before—gushed from between her jade-like thighs and over the edge of the bed; a rich, exotic aroma filled the room, blending the scents of orchids and musk with the faint, sweet tang of overripe fruit.
After savoring the sight, Uncle Qin licked his lips and stripped off his trousers. Standing at the bedside, he held onto the Young Miss's shapely legs and aimed his engorged, dark-hued member at her smooth, tender, and plump labia; even before penetration, he could feel the sensation of being enveloped by her wetness.
With a wet *shlurp*, he parted her lush, lubricated folds and thrust all the way in, reveling in the sensation of her inner walls melting around him, feeling as though thousands of tiny mouths were sucking at his cock.
He let out a low growl: "Since the Young Master is in such a rush to come and go, let Uncle Qin till the soil for you!" As he spoke, his hips began to pump rapidly—as if driven by a coiled spring—driving his dark shaft in and out of Xuetang's honeyed depths.
Her passage was incredibly tight yet slick, filled with a dense array of folds that offered exquisite pleasure; not to mention the unique structure of her "jade vessel"—tight at the entrance yet voluptuously full deeper inside, possessing a powerful, gripping suction.
The intensity of pleasure from such rapid thrusting was unimaginable, yet Uncle Qin showed no signs of slowing down. The overwhelming ecstasy caused the wrinkles on his face—usually the mark of a gentle, refined demeanor—to furrow deeply; it was as if he were truly fulfilling his vow, vigorously tilling the lush, glistening soil of Xuetang's exquisite, fertile garden.
*Slap, slap-slap-slap...*
Uncle Qin's hips and pelvis slammed rhythmically against Xuetang's full, snowy-white, and supple buttocks, creating a loud, wet slapping sound. Suddenly, Xuetang's body stiffened, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped from deep within her throat.
Uncle Qin's body went rigid in response—it was happening: the sudden, tight clenching of the Young Miss's tender, honeyed depths!
A tidal wave of pleasure washed over him; his cock tingled and burned as if electrified, and the urge to ejaculate was wrung out of him, impossible to resist.
But Uncle Qin had no intention of holding back. In the final seconds before climax, he even lifted Xuetang up, suspending her peach-like, snowy buttocks in mid-air, and thrust vigorously into her.
"Haa..."
With one final, violent thrust, Uncle Qin's cock throbbed and spurted uncontrollably, flooding the Young Miss with a hot, thick load of semen.
Uncle Qin was usually a man of extreme caution; even when he could barely contain himself, he had never dared to ejaculate inside the Young Miss.
He broke from his usual restraint because he keenly realized that with the Young Master's return serving as a perfect cover, there would be no trouble finding a "father" for the child—even if she did get pregnant. There was simply no need to hold back anymore.
Besides, if she *did* conceive...
Well, heh heh.
After resting for a moment, Uncle Qin sucked on her pert, rosy nipples one by one, stretching the beautiful breasts until they elongated—shaped like teardrops or the pointed, oval fruit of a melon.
This caused Xuetang's breathing to quicken even in her sleep. He then moved her voluptuous, shapely body onto the bed, hoisted her smooth, jade-like legs onto his shoulders, and pressed deep inside her once more.
The bed frame gave a faint creak, which soon turned into a continuous rhythm as the bed began to rock rapidly. Whimpering moans that sounded like tearful pleas, the creaking of the bed, and a man's heavy panting—mingled with the sounds of splashing water and the slapping of flesh—echoed lewdly through the very bedroom where, only moments before, two lovers had been locked in a passionate, tender embrace...
...
As Li Dong walked away from the Luo family estate, his thoughts turned to the bureaucrat who had raped Lingxiu; he had sensed an underlying secret in the conversation he'd overheard between the two.
However, the man—a bureaucrat named Ma Zhikai—held an official position, so Li Dong hadn't wanted to take rash action without first investigating the matter.
At the time, he had been too shaken and lacked the time to look into it, so he had set the issue aside for later. Now, however, he no longer had the opportunity to deal with it.
His attention had been seized by another major piece of news: a massive upheaval in "Black Street"—a peculiar space also known as the "City of Shadow Demons."
People were suddenly plummeting from mid-air—or even great heights—onto locations all across Shen City. These individuals wore bizarre attire, and the vast majority were supernaturals; some arrived as mangled masses of flesh or mere severed limbs, causing widespread panic.
The wail of police sirens filled the city; the situation was impossible to conceal. Even without official media reports, anyone with even a passing familiarity with the supernatural community could deduce what was happening.
Li Dong frowned. He was no stranger to Black Street; he felt an inexplicable affinity for the place, so he paid close attention to its affairs.
Moreover, he knew that Black Street's mistress was Aunt Yingji. He worried that this massive upheaval might have put her in danger.
This thought filled him with deep concern.