Chapter 471: Chapter 471: Death Beneath the Peony Flowers
Their lips and tongues tangled fervently, breaths ragged. As the kiss ended, their lips were still linked by glistening strands, the scene unbearably sensual.
"Hiss!"
Right then, Yang Cheng suddenly felt his Dragon Root enveloped in warmth and tightness, making him inhale sharply, his body shivering.
Both he and Ruonan glanced down, only to see Qi Yue gripping his Dragon Root with both hands, diligently licking along its length.
But Qi Yue clearly had no clue about technique; she was just stroking up and down, stiffly and awkwardly, giving Yang Cheng only limited pleasure.
"Ms. Ruonan, teach her how to do it."
Yang Cheng gasped out, nearly panting.
"Don’t rush—these long nights are all ours, let’s take it step by step."
Ruonan flashed a seductive smile, voice honeyed: "Sis, stop for now. Let me show you how it’s done."
"Mm... Yang Cheng’s so big, I can’t even take it all in. My lips are hurting already and it’s only started."
Qi Yue spat it out, her little face flushed with helpless frustration.
"Oral’s not just stroking—it’s about tempting him with your tongue. Watch carefully, and see how I do it."
Ruonan took her sister’s place, gently caressing that fierce Dragon Root with her hand first. Then she parted her sweet lips and wrapped them around the swollen head.
Ruonan’s skills were absolutely first-class. Just the tip filling her mouth made Yang Cheng’s eyes flutter shut with pleasure.
Her nimble, fragrant tongue teased his tip, swirling and sucking, as her delicate hands pumped and kneaded the length.
Those soft, boneless little hands felt electrified, every touch sparking Yang Cheng’s nerves, sending waves of shivers through his whole body. The pleasure was exquisite.
This was incredible!
The pent-up fire in him finally had an outlet, his Dragon Root twitching from excitement.
"Ms. Ruonan, it feels amazing—go faster, please."
He couldn’t help but beg her for more, desperate for Ruonan to push him further. Staying focused on one spot was driving him wild.
Ruonan raised a brow, diving deeper. Her tiny mouth stretched wide, stuffed full.
Qi Yue lingered nearby, a little lost, watching Ruonan earnestly—absorbing every move.
Ruonan bobbed her head, tongue swirling, sucking with just the right force.
After a while, she let him go, mouth wet and smiling as she looked at Qi Yue, asking, "Think you’ve got it now?"
"I think so... probably!"
Qi Yue still wasn’t confident; her cheeks were red as ripe peaches.
Watching Ruonan serve Yang Cheng so intimately, she still wasn’t fully comfortable—holding back, hesitant.
"Come give it a try. I’ll guide you step by step."
Ruonan beckoned her closer.
Qi Yue eyed the throbbing, purple-red beast—she knew Yang Cheng must be aching by now, so embarrassment be damned.
Crawling over, she bent down and took his Dragon Root in her mouth again, following Ruonan’s method—engulfing the tip and sucking hard.
"Yes, just like that. Use your tongue to lick him, don’t suck too hard—control yourself. Once you’re used to it, go deeper."
Ruonan coached her calmly, watching as Qi Yue grew more skilled. She laid herself beside Yang Cheng, smiling wryly.
As her bouncy, creamy breasts caught his eye, Yang Cheng couldn’t resist anymore. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, palm pressing firmly to her chest, kneading her soft flesh.
The feel of her tender, silky-soft breasts was pure temptation. That snowy white flesh made Yang Cheng’s eyes hunger, his internal fire raging hotter.
Suddenly, he bowed his head and kissed her breast, inhaling a sweet fragrance that flooded his senses.
"Mm... that tickles!"
Ruonan whimpered softly, arching her chest to meet his mouth, eager for more.
As her delicate pink buds bloomed, Yang Cheng opened wide and took one between his lips, his tongue swirling back and forth.
"Hmm~~"
The tingling, numbing pleasure spread from her chest, making Cheng Ruonan’s delicate body shiver—a haze of seduction flooding her eyes and brows.
No wonder it’s Yang Cheng—just having him dine on her luscious breasts feels so damned good.
As Yang Cheng’s hips were being serviced by Qi Yue’s mouth, he was feasting on Ruonan’s tender breasts, pleasure overwhelming him to the extreme.
He both sucked and kneaded Ruonan’s soft mounds in his hands.
Those ample, pillowy bunnies shifted and squeezed in his grip, the full Soft Jade almost bursting between his fingers.
Soon enough, her creamy breasts were streaked with red marks, stoking Yang Cheng’s desire with even greater heat.
Yang Cheng was being adored by two sisters at once—and both were such peerless beauties.
Two women dedicating themselves to his pleasure: one alluring and seductive, the other gentle and sweet—utterly irresistible.
No wonder there’s that old saying: "To die beneath the peony’s petals, one’s ghost remains elegant!"
After sucking for a while, Yang Cheng let go—finding her buds had doubled in size, their color deepening from tender pink to flushed crimson.
Yang Cheng’s breath quickened; his hand slid downwards, reaching between Ruonan’s thighs, discovering a slick patch of wetness.
"I was only eating you for a moment, and you’re already dripping this much!"
Yang Cheng lifted his hand, showing Ruonan the sparkling honey that coated him.
"You’re terrible! Isn’t it good if I make lots of juice? If I were too dry, how could you fit that huge thing inside me!"
Ruonan pouted playfully, grabbing his hand and pressing it to her sex herself.
Yang Cheng laughed softly, first pressing and gently kneading on the peach’s outer lips, teasing her into breathless moans.
"Ah...so good...Yang Cheng, you’re incredible!"
Soon, her body trembled and a fresh gush of honey welled up from her valley entrance.
Now, the flood truly covered the mountain.
Yang Cheng’s hand was coated in honey, so he guided it straight into her Peach Blossom Cave.
The sudden fullness made Ruonan moan in delight, her body melting into water, melting limply against him.
"I can’t anymore—my mouth hurts."
At that moment, Qi Yue released him, her cheeks and lips colored bright red.
"Sister, let me go first, I can’t wait any longer."
Ruonan moaned with desperate hunger, her body aching for stimulation and craving to be filled.
"You brat, weren’t you just saying age comes first?"
Qi Yue feigned annoyance, but still eagerly ceded her spot.
By now, Ruonan was delirious with desire, clinging tightly to Yang Cheng.
Both of them were naked, rolling across the bed, switching positions.
"Honey, please, give it to me, I want you so much!"
Ruonan’s sex was already soaked—she twisted her waist, spread her legs wide, revealing the tender Peach Blossom Cave between her thighs.
"Alright!"
Yang Cheng gripped his weapon, rubbed it at her valley’s entrance, then suddenly drove his hips forward, plunging in all the way to the hilt.
"Ah..."
The intense fullness hit Ruonan hard, making her scream—the exquisite face contorted in pain.
"Yang Cheng, go gentler! She looks like it hurts!"
Qi Yue chimed in, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.
After all, she knew Yang Cheng’s prowess—an ordinary woman couldn’t handle his monstrous Dragon Root, especially at such depth.
"It’ll be fine soon."
Yang Cheng breathed softly, and with tender strokes, eased Ruonan into accepting his size.
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