The Rogue Villager Chen Erbao

Lin Zhiqing's eyes were hazy, her entire body gone soft. If Chen Erbao's hands hadn't been cupping her Xue Li, she probably would have collapsed.

While nibbling on her Xue Li, Chen Erbao slid a hand down and hiked up her hip-hugging skirt. His fingers sank deep into her soft Honey Peaches. When he loosened his grip, the flesh sprang back into place.

"Let's... shower first..."

Lin Zhiqing could barely form a complete sentence. The combination of the alcohol and the restless tongue on her chest was already making her feel wet.

Just then, she clearly felt the tip of a hard spear pressing against her lower abdomen.

Having tasted it many times before, she was well aware of the sharpness of Chen Erbao's spear and felt a twinge of fear.

'It's so big... Can it even fit...'

As the thought surfaced, she felt her body would melt away.

Done with the Xue Li, Chen Erbao swept Lin Zhiqing up by her waist. He wrapped her beautiful, black-stockinged legs around him and carried her into the spacious bathroom.

The bathroom was his home turf. He'd fought countless pitched battles in here, and he had never known fear.

But suspecting this was a first for Lin Zhiqing, he decided to play the long game and turned on the showerhead.

As Lin Zhiqing's clothes came off piece by piece, a body as beautiful as white jade was revealed before Chen Erbao's eyes.

Though they had often talked dirty to each other, being naked together now still made Lin Zhiqing a little shy.

Seeing her cover her chest with her hands, Chen Erbao gave a wicked smile, pulled her arms away, and pinned her hands above her head.

Just like that, Lin Zhiqing was left completely exposed.

Noticing Lin Zhiqing's flushed cheeks and that she didn't dare open her eyes, Chen Erbao chuckled.

"We're practically an old married couple. Why are you still so shy?"

"Who... Who's an old married couple with you..."

Lin Zhiqing cracked her eyes open and shot him a mock-resentful glare.

"We are."

Chen Erbao flicked one of her Xue Li, which immediately quivered and swayed, adding a splash of erotic color to the bathroom.

"My stockings are still..."

"Don't worry about it. It's better with them on."

Chen Erbao crouched down, his gaze landing on the stream in her secret garden.

A few mischievous strands of hair peeked out from behind a black scrap of fabric, which was already soaked through.

"Don't look..."

Her face burned. It was the first time a man had stared at her so brazenly down there, and she instinctively tried to close her legs.

But Chen Erbao simply parted them with his hands. He grabbed the fabric of her pantyhose at the crotch and, with a sharp RIP, tore a large hole.

He kept pulling until the entire upper portion of the hose was ripped away, leaving only the stockings from her thighs down.

At this sight, Chen Xiaobao could no longer bear its hunger and thirst. The glistening spear tip pulsed with desire, pointing at Lin Zhiqing with murderous intent.

The shower water flowed ceaselessly, trickling in rivulets down Lin Zhiqing's legs and onto the floor.

"Same as always."

Chen Erbao grabbed Lin Zhiqing's legs and had her lie on top of him, facing the other way. He lay flat on the floor, then lifted her legs and pulled them toward his face.

"You don't have much stamina. You can go first."

Chen Erbao didn't immediately unleash his Giant Tongue Lash. Considering Lin Zhiqing's combat power was too low, he decided to let her start.

Lin Zhiqing blushed at his words, but she was already aching with need. Delaying any longer would only be torturing herself. So, she opened her little mouth, guided him with a delicate hand, and swallowed him in one go.

"Mmph..."

She misjudged the length and it hit the back of her throat. Lin Zhiqing caught her breath for a moment, then resumed sucking the popsicle.

"Hiss... Your technique is getting better!"

Chen Erbao moaned in pleasure. He didn't use the Joyful Technique to make things harder for her, simply enjoying the assault of her increasingly skillful tongue.

He wasn't the same man he used to be, the one who would nearly unload at a mere touch from his sister-in-law.

With Lin Zhiqing's current oral skills, he wouldn't be surrendering even by morning.

So, he reached out, pushed aside the little scrap of black fabric before his face, and revealed his target.

The streams had already overflowed. The tender, pink flesh was shut tight, guarding its deepest secret.

Chen Erbao's fingertip brushed lightly across it before he gently parted the folds to first taste the little grape at the peak.

"Ah..."

Lin Zhiqing was busy sucking away when her little grape below was suddenly attacked. Her legs went rigid, and she nearly gushed right then and there.

Chen Erbao didn't tease her any further, simply launching an assault with his tongue.

For a true master, every muscle in the body is a potent weapon.

The tongue is no exception!

In just three to five minutes, Lin Zhiqing was already trembling in surrender.

This was well within Chen Erbao's expectations; he knew Lin Zhiqing's combat power all too well.

They both stood up. After helping Lin Zhiqing rinse off, Chen Erbao sat on the toilet, his glistening Chen Xiaobao erect and aimed right at her.

Chen Erbao grabbed a nearby purse and began rummaging through it.

Lin Zhiqing's legs were weak and she was resting. Seeing Chen Erbao rummaging through her purse, she couldn't help but ask curiously:

"What are you looking for?"

"Lipstick."

"???"

Lin Zhiqing froze. 'At a critical time like this, why is he looking for lipstick?!'

Once he found the lipstick, he pulled Lin Zhiqing down to squat in front of him.

The proud, erect Bright Silver Spear pointed at its enemy with murderous intent.

"The water washed all your lipstick off. Here, I'll help you reapply it."

Chen Erbao opened the lipstick, tilted up Lin Zhiqing's chin, and carefully reapplied it for her.

"?"

It was only when Chen Erbao cupped her face and guided her toward the Bright Silver Spear that Lin Zhiqing finally understood his meaning.

"You have such a twisted sense of humor!"

Lin Zhiqing grumbled, but having just been pleasured herself, she couldn't very well refuse to reciprocate. She slowly parted her crimson lips, allowing the long spear to sink within.

Chen Erbao leaned back comfortably on the toilet, watching her luscious red lips stretch into an O-shape, feeling an indescribable thrill.

"This won't do. It's too one-dimensional. At this rate, I won't be surrendering by morning. Aren't your hands free?"

Chen Erbao instructed.

Finally, under Chen Erbao's careful tutelage, Lin Zhiqing's small hands gently cupped his Warhammer, massaging it tenderly. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she panted from exhaustion.

Chen Erbao's hands weren't idle either. He grabbed her Xue Li, kneading and shaping them before letting go and watching them bounce back.

More than ten minutes later, Lin Zhiqing was truly exhausted. Her mouth was sore and numb. "I really can't," she said, deflated.

"I have no strength left!"

"Sigh. It's not your fault. I'm just too powerful."

Chen Erbao boasted.

Lin Zhiqing was genuinely confused.

"I heard from my girlfriend that most guys... they're usually done in ten minutes or so, right? You've been going for... almost half an hour!"

She gently wrapped her hand around the shaft, carefully studying the menacing head, her eyes filled with bewilderment.

Chen Erbao burst out laughing at her words.

"Haha, that's ordinary men. How can they compare to me? Let me tell you, sweetheart, you hit the jackpot with me. You could search the entire country and you wouldn't find a man more powerful than I am!"

As if in agreement, Chen Xiaobao gave a twitch, nearly causing Lin Zhiqing to lose her grip.

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