I’m Writing a Diary in a Fantasy World — I Really Am Not a 'Cao Thief'! Chapter 55.2 : Slick Tongued. (Part 2)

Luo Huangjun ca back to her senses and imdiately felt that sothing was wrong.

"Y-You… you rebellious disciple! Where is your hand touching?!"

Only then did she realize that at so unknown mont, a large hand had already wrapped around her slender waist.

"Master previously said that this disciple is all slick talk. That seems a bit arbitrary. After giving it so thought, I believe it would be better for Master to personally taste it first—then make your judgnt."

Chu Ge lowered his head, gazing at Luo Huangjun who had already been pulled into his embrace, and slowly leaned down.

"R-Reverse—mmph…!"

Luo Huangjun's eyes widened as she instantly fell into a dazed state, her thoughts seeming to freeze at that very mont.

The words at her lips were sealed back. Struggling, she raised her hand and lightly struck Chu Ge a few tis.

But very quickly, those resisting little hands seed to lose their strength and fell limply.

After a long while—

As a glistening strand of silk finally stretched apart, Luo Huangjun at last gained a chance to breathe.

"Master? Well then—was this disciple truly just 'slick-tongued'?"

Chu Ge's teasing words entered Luo Huangjun's mind, causing the haze in her misty eyes to instantly clear.

"Y-You… you! How dare you offend your master… mmph mmph mmph!"

Chu Ge lifted an eyebrow and once again sealed her words away.

Luo Huangjun symbolically struck him a few more tis, then no longer offered any further reaction.

This ti, Chu Ge's offensive was even fiercer than before.

Luo Huangjun was inexperienced—though she had Chu Ge's guidance, she was still unable to withstand it. Very quickly, her breathing once more grew disordered.

Held tightly in Chu Ge's arms, and being so thoroughly offended—

She only felt her whole body go weak, unable to muster even the slightest strength. Any thought of resistance had long since been blown to the high heavens by that wondrous sensation.

No one knew how much ti passed again.

Their second clash finally ca to a temporary halt.

At so point, Luo Huangjun's eyes had beco covered by a layer of misty moisture, her gaze turning hazy and unfocused.

Although she had only experienced it twice, she had already co to sowhat like this utterly strange and special feeling.

Seeing this, Chu Ge knew that the icy outer shell of this aloof master had finally been stripped away by him.

This was a major breakthrough—worthy of celebration.

Thinking so, Chu Ge decided he should reward himself, and thus lowered his head for the third ti.

"Don't—mmph mmph mmph—"

This ti she completely gave up. Even the token resistance was gone as she collapsed fully into Chu Ge's arms.

The hands that previously had nowhere to go now wrapped themselves around Chu Ge.

'Such a… rebellious disciple!'

Luo Huangjun thought to herself. She understood that after this ti, this master–disciple relationship had completely changed in nature.

In the end, she still failed to resist. Yet instead of feeling lost because of it, Luo Huangjun felt a kind of unshackled freedom.

'Perhaps… this isn't so bad?'

Thinking this, she was no longer just passively enduring Chu Ge's "slick-tongued" offensive. Letting him stir up storms and waves as he pleased, she instead began to counterattack.

But she soon regretted it.

Because compared to Chu Ge's, her offensive was far too soft and weak—only serving to further fuel his montum.

The third clash was especially fierce, so much so that both of them began to head toward a loss of control.

Chu Ge grew restless. With such warm, fragrant soft jade and peerless beauty in his arms, how could he possibly remain unmoved?

As for Luo Huangjun—her understanding of such matters was little more than a blank sheet of paper.

Yet the instinctive reactions of her body were like a raging fire, continuously scorching her, urging her onward, step by step, toward sothing deeper.