Chapter 437: Chapter 437: No Pressure, No Motivation
"Did something happen at the company?"
Yang Cheng frowned slightly.
"No, my dad just called me. In half a month, it’s my grandfather’s birthday. He asked me to bring you along."
Kong Lingwen knew that going back this time would definitely face her father’s test, but she and Yang Cheng had only dated once and hadn’t reached the stage where they could interact comfortably.
"Half a month, so rushed?"
Yang Cheng remembered previously discussing with Kong Jingshan about a one-month deadline. Although many days had passed, the timing seemed premature.
"Yes, so I wanted to ask if you could come back sooner. Before my grandfather’s birthday, we should spend more time together. Otherwise, if my dad finds out, Yang Rou will be in danger."
Kong Lingwen was very worried at heart.
"Don’t worry, although it’s a bit rushed, it’s still enough. As long as you cooperate with me."
Yang Cheng smiled slightly. The advancement of time wasn’t a bad thing for him; after all, there’s no motivation without pressure, and getting the Snake Source Qi sooner was the most important.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Cheng lay on the bed thinking for a while, when there was a knock at the door.
He got up to open the door and saw Cheng Qiyue standing there with a shy expression, her beautiful eyes glancing at him emotionally.
"Ruonan is staying with Miss Ye tonight, let’s sleep together."
Cheng Qiyue spoke up spontaneously, her delicate face flushed with a layer of red.
Although she had had a bit of intimate contact with Yang Cheng before and had even absorbed his essence, facing the real thing made her a bit nervous.
Yang Cheng pulled Cheng Qiyue into the room, pressing her against the wall, his warm breath spraying onto her face.
"Really want to do it tonight?"
Cheng Qiyue nodded, shyly said, "I want to become a cultivator sooner, so when those people from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect come again, I can help."
"Just because you want to become a cultivator?"
Yang Cheng raised his eyebrow.
These women are treating him like a cultivation furnace!
Cheng Qiyue pursed her red lips, her cheeks flushing even deeper, like a ripe peach.
"Ling Er said it’s very comfortable to do it with you, and you last very long. I’ve always wanted to experience that feeling."
After saying that, Cheng Qiyue lowered her head in embarrassment, secretly reproaching herself for being too thirsty.
Ever since Ling Er mentioned those things with Yang Cheng in bed, her desire grew stronger day by day, occasionally having spring dreams.
She felt like a lustful woman, constantly thinking about Yang Cheng’s body.
Looking at Cheng Qiyue’s somewhat frustrated expression, Yang Cheng couldn’t help but laugh: "Since you want it so much, I’ll satisfy you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Cheng wrapped his arms around Cheng Qiyue’s slender waist, lifting her up and tossing her onto the big bed.
Cheng Qiyue exclaimed in surprise as her body bounced, but as she was about to sit up, Yang Cheng pressed her down.
His scorching hand wandered across her body, igniting desire everywhere it touched, making her uncontrollably moan.
"Can’t take it already? Then tonight you might suffer."
Yang Cheng chuckled, using the Yingyang Ghost Hand to knead her soft bosom.
Cheng Qiyue’s tender chest, although not as large as Cheng Ruonan’s, was very full and plump.
He pulled off the lace undergarment, and two large, white rabbits sprang out, the pink buds bouncing along.
"So beautiful!"
Yang Cheng exclaimed, then lowered himself to suck on the buds.
"Mm~~ Don’t... don’t do this."
Cheng Qiyue found the feeling both stimulating and unfamiliar, her snake-like waist writhing.
Ignoring her struggle, Yang Cheng buried his head in her chest and teased, making Cheng Qiyue’s body grow hotter.
When he had played enough, the two buds were already erect, their original pink color turned crimson.
"You naughty thing, why so forceful, I don’t have milk."
Cheng Qiyue felt a slight sting in her chest and couldn’t help but complain.
"Aren’t you feeling uncomfortable?"
Yang Cheng smirked, ignoring her complaints, and sealed her soft cherry lips.
First gently rubbing her lips, then exploring her mouth, entangling her soft little tongue.
When the two parted, their mouths connected by silver strands.
Cheng Qiyue panted heavily, her chest rising and falling. She always thought kissing was just lips touching, never realizing it could feel this wonderful.
Unnoticed, Yang Cheng’s hand had already reached beneath her, gently kneading through her underwear.
"Hmm~~ So comfortable."
Cheng Qiyue moaned softly, her delicate face full of lust, her beautiful eyes filled with desire.
Seeing Cheng Qiyue like this, Yang Cheng felt his massive desire spring to attention, clamoring to come out.
He quickly took off his pants, and instantly, the enormous thing jumped up, landing in Cheng Qiyue’s palm.
The scorching hardness startled Cheng Qiyue, and as she tried to withdraw her hand, Yang Cheng grasped it, indicating her to gently hold it.
"Weren’t you curious about that feeling? Try touching it first, get familiar."
Yang Cheng’s deep eyes gazed at her, holding Cheng Qiyue’s waist to lift her up.
Seeing Yang Cheng’s massive thing up close for the first time, Cheng Qiyue’s beautiful eyes widened, amazed: "It’s so big! How could something this big fit inside?"
Her delicate brows furrowed, feeling her body could never accommodate Yang Cheng.
Unable to understand why Ling Er said that such a huge thing entering the body was pleasant – shouldn’t it hurt?
In matters between men and women, Cheng Qiyue only understood theoretical knowledge, completely lacking practical experience.
"I’ll help you gradually get used to it."
Yang Cheng chuckled, pulling down Cheng Qiyue’s underwear, his nimble fingers probing within.
"Ah!"
Cheng Qiyue gasped, her body tensing suddenly.
The expected pain didn’t come; instead, a numb and tingling sensation spread through her body.
Yang Cheng’s breath hurriedly increased while beholding her mesmerizing beauty between her legs, his imposing desire swelling even larger.
Cheng Qiyue, still holding onto that massive thing, witnessed its change, feeling dumbfounded.
"What happened? Why did it get bigger?"
Yang Cheng laughed despite himself, marveling how Cheng Qiyue, despite being thirty, was like a blank slate.
"It’s just that you’re too beautiful, that’s why I’m so excited."
"Don’t be afraid, help me with your hands first. Once you’re ready, we’ll start properly."
He soothed her softly, easing Cheng Qiyue’s tension.
Cheng Qiyue nodded, her small hand slowly massaging Yang Cheng’s sizable desire, her technique clumsy yet pleasing.
Their mutual assistance painted their faces with expressions of enjoyment.
As Yang Cheng quickened his movements, Cheng Qiyue couldn’t help but moan, her body quivering intensely.
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