I’m Writing a Diary in a Fantasy World — I Really Am Not a 'Cao Thief'! Chapter 113.2 : Exceptional Talent (Part 2)

This action naturally disrupted her rhythm.

Seizing the opening, Chu Ge opened up a new battlefield, wrapping both arms around his senior aunt's voluptuous, delicate body hidden beneath her robes.

"Mm…"

Feeling the unusual sensations coursing through her body, Shui Qianrou let out a soft whimper and, almost instinctively, looped her arms around Chu Ge's neck.

Here, the difference in talent was clearly revealed. When Su Lingyuan and Luo Huangjun first engaged, neither of them had grasped such a crucial point.

With the upper battlefield already slipping into disadvantage, Shui Qianrou—like a pupil thirsting for knowledge—continued to wring out what little experience Chu Ge had left.

Naturally, Chu Ge could not allow her montum to keep rising.

His hands brushed along her dress, beginning to probe the vast surging waves and towering peaks beneath.

Truly, before one wave had settled, another had already risen!

Shui Qianrou was, after all, still a newcor. Before long, Chu Ge regained control of the tempo, and her breathing gradually grew hurried.

But soon, she discovered a way to respond.

As Chu Ge aggressively seized territory, one of his weaknesses was laid bare in plain sight.

With a simple reach of her pale hand, Shui Qianrou made Chu Ge's body stiffen.

"Martial nephew… you're very energetic…"

Sensing his reaction keenly, Shui Qianrou smiled dreamily, her pink tongue lightly sweeping across her lips, wiping away the traces of battle left behind—whether her own or Chu Ge's, she did not know.

At this mont, she bore none of her usual gentle and virtuous deanor. Instead, she was filled with an alluring, seductive charm.

The mature allure emanating from her very bones magnified that temptation countless tis over.

Even Shui Qianrou herself did not know why, but the instant she clashed with Chu Ge, so hidden switch within her seed to have been flipped.

Now, she had cast aside everything.

All she wanted was… the utmost intimacy!

To completely devour the man before her, the one she loved—leaving nothing behind!

Her delicate hands constantly shifted, instinctively mastering all manner of wondrous techniques.

Chu Ge felt a faint numbness at his waist, and his fighting spirit surged uncontrollably skyward!

Shui Qianrou took in every detail, her eyes brimming with heat and affection.

Chu Ge in this state pleased her imnsely.

She made no attempt to stop him, instead matching his rising fervor, prepared to let him vent it all.

"Hah!"

With Chu Ge's satisfied exhale, the smoke of battle temporarily settled.

But this did not an the fight was over—on the contrary, it signaled that the true struggle had only just begun!

Catching that sowhat familiar scent, Shui Qianrou recalled the fragrance she had noticed earlier outside, and understanding dawned on her.

Back then, she had found the scent strange.

But now, she found it exceptionally sweet—so much so that she wanted to taste it.

And she did exactly that.

Her action left Chu Ge utterly shocked, rendering him montarily speechless.

"Martial Aunt! You—?!"

He had never imagined that the usually gentle and virtuous Shui Qianrou, once imrsed in the mont, would display such an earth-shaking contrast!

Shui Qianrou, however, seed not to hear him at all. She lifted her lovely face, as if sunk into a state of intoxication.

Her eyes shimred with an indescribable infatuation, her lips parting slightly.

"Martial nephew… you shouldn't… be limited to just this much ability, should you?"

She looked at Chu Ge with a faintly provocative gaze.

A flicker of light danced within her eyes—like a fleeting pink heart—revealing that her owner's heart was already restless, unbearably eager, and itching to move!