Miraculous Doctor in Flower City-Chapter 215

"Mmm, mmm..."

Hong Ying’s mouth was gagged, but she still started to resist wildly, desperate and frantic.

She could feel it down there, Liu Sanming’s groping had her itching like crazy—like a thousand insects crawling inside her, nibbling and squirming, every movement an electric jolt.

She also became aware of the slick warmth gushing from her slit, wetter and wetter, completely beyond her control.

And she was sure—it wasn’t her period, nor was it urine, but a deeper kind of moisture.

The more this wetness dripped out, the more her shame and pleasure tangled together, growing until she felt like she was floating on clouds, her whole body melting into something soft, tingling and electric, arousal she simply couldn’t suppress.

She even started anticipating Liu Sanming to press harder, maybe even slip his fingers inside...

Inside, she felt hollow as deep space, empty to the point of madness, her soul clawing for relief.

She desperately needed something—anything—to fill her, to stuff her, to thrust in hard and deep.

But Liu Sanming stubbornly refused to slide his fingers inside, just continued to rub and squeeze along the outside, his motions kneading her juices into her butterfly wings until she was slick beyond belief.

He gripped his thick rod in hand, rubbing up and down her butterfly wings, teasing around the Water Curtain Cave entrance, back and forth, always refusing to push in.

After this teasing again and again, Hong Ying’s dazedly beautiful eyes flew open, giving Liu Sanming a fierce glare.

She could feel it—he was absolutely wicked!

This kind of grinding and teasing wasn’t just foreplay, it was a slow, torturous torment, a thousand times worse than being killed.

Liu Sanming saw her glaring at him and grinned, his laughter wicked and low: "Little beauty, want me to go in, don’t you? Well, I’m not going in—let’s see you go mad with need first!"

"Mmm... mmm!"

Hong Ying was so furious she could only grunt and whimper, unable to say a single word.

Liu Sanming just laughed evilly, keeping up his slow, patient groping and rubbing and drawing out her spring water.

Above, he kept himself bent over, sucking and teasing her big white rabbits with his mouth.

With his other hand, he didn’t let up either, stroking inside Hong Ying’s smooth, hairless armpit, her supple waist, and the insides of her thighs, over and over.

These uncharted, untouched spots were her forbidden zones.

Under Liu Sanming’s assault, waves of unspeakable pleasure and shame crashed through Hong Ying’s mind, far too much to endure.

She felt both drunk and electrocuted, breath coming heavier and faster, her slit dripping to the point of soaked sheets, slick and unending...

All the while, her belly, hips, and thighs started convulsing uncontrollably, every tremor wrung out by overwhelming waves of raw pleasure.

It was a full half hour before Liu Sanming finally pressed a single finger, slick and sliding, deep into Hong Ying’s Water Curtain Cave.

The cave, flooding slick with her nectar and gushing like a brook, had never been breached before—but there was not a trace of pain.

Hong Ying couldn’t help but moan aloud, as if a hidden valve deep within her soul had been thrown wide open.

Some kind of peak pleasure exploded in her senses, fracturing her soul!

Her delicate body convulsed violently, Silver Fang gnashing her red lips, her sweet tongue writhing uncontrollably, desperate to latch onto something and let it all out.

Liu Sanming was astonished by her reaction.

He never expected that just sliding his finger in would make Hong Ying react with such wild abandon—straight to the peak of ecstasy in a single stroke.

Clearly, this was a land truly unsullied.

Otherwise, she’d never respond so explosively.

Liu Sanming felt like he’d struck gold, so he bent forward to test the waters, pressing a kiss to her delicate, soft lips.

Hong Ying, lost to the world with eyes squeezed shut, lips bitten and body wracked with intense spasms, didn’t even notice his kiss. Instinctively, she kissed back, her sweet tongue sliding out and slipping into Liu Sanming’s mouth.

Liu Sanming almost laughed—he sucked her tongue in hard, slippery and sweet, savoring every taste.

But in a flash, Hong Ying came to her senses, hastily snatching her tongue back, glaring daggers at Liu Sanming, so close he could practically feel the heat of her rage—she looked ready to tear him apart.

Liu Sanming just burst out laughing, "And you still act all pure and demure? Might as well just let me have you. Still, I hope you keep fighting—I love seeing you glare like that. Makes it all the more thrilling!"

"Mmm! Mmm!"

Hong Ying was so furious she wanted to curse him, but all that escaped her throat were garbled, choking sounds.

Liu Sanming didn’t dare kiss her soft lips again, fearing she’d bite his tongue or mouth, and that would be bad luck indeed.

Instead, he turned his head and pressed kisses to Hong Ying’s slender neck and delicate earlobe. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

These were also a woman’s most sensitive spots—what normal woman could withstand this?

Especially a woman like Hong Ying, already thoroughly cultivated by passion.

Under Liu Sanming’s insistent tongue and lips, Hong Ying’s ears and lobes soon turned a flushed, intoxicating red, radiating searing heat.

The muffled sounds of resistance in her mouth unconsciously transformed into moans and whimpers.

Liu Sanming chuckled to himself, doubling down with his mouth, trailing kisses straight from her ear down to her neck—Hong Ying’s whole body tensed, shuddering uncontrollably.

Goosebumps rose in waves across her pale, silky skin.

It was as if she were being jolted again and again with electric pleasure.

At the same time, Liu Sanming’s fingers below were working faster within her honeyed passage, thrusting and teasing with increased speed.

Assaulted from both above and below, the last dregs of resistance in Hong Ying’s mind utterly collapsed, leaving her fully conquered...

All her protests dissolved into sultry moans; though her limbs were immobilized, her beautiful hips and narrow waist writhed wildly, the Water Curtain Cave’s triangular region pulsed and shivered, her breasts heaved with violent urgency—she was lost, consumed.

Yet even as she was wound up fully, Liu Sanming didn’t rush to claim her.

It was like tasting fine wine—one must sip slowly, savoring each mouthful to reach the peak of enjoyment.

How could one gulp it all down at once? That would be far too crude.

After licking and kissing Hong Ying’s ivory neck and flushed ears into a crimson haze, Liu Sanming began kissing downward—across the rounded peaks of her breasts, her taut belly, and finally arrived at the mystery-veiled forest.

He’d caressed this place for ages, yet it remained the part that held him utterly spellbound.

Liu Sanming forcefully spread apart Hong Ying’s numb legs, and burrowed into the snow-white softness of her inner thighs, licking and kissing hungrily, bathing the flesh in saliva and vibrant pink, before slowly shifting to the mouth of the Water Curtain Cave.

Taking in the aroma, he was struck by a natural fragrance.

Though it wasn’t as intoxicating as Li Qiuyun’s innately scented blossom, it had its own subtle allure.

It made Liu Sanming’s nerves buzz hotter, blood boiling through his veins!

He couldn’t help himself: he pressed his face into the sparse forest, greedily breathing in her sweetness, letting his nose rub and nuzzle along the cave entrance and the tender bud above it, wildly stroking and teasing.

He withdrew the fingers he’d been thrusting into her, and now used both hands to lift Hong Ying’s taut, shapely legs, spreading her open completely to the Water Curtain Cave’s depths.

With this assault, Hong Ying felt her very soul torn apart and flung into the air!

Her body transformed into feathers, hurtling out of control into heaven.

The pleasure was so intense, her body couldn’t stop shuddering and convulsing, and her moaning grew uninhibited, wholly unleashed.

Soon Liu Sanming’s tongue was lapping up the nectar from her tender butterfly wings, slick and sticky—more delicious than the purest ambrosia.

A dense flow of Primordial Yin Qi wafted from her depths.

Liu Sanming couldn’t help but marvel—she truly was a supreme fledgling, and since she practiced a preservation cultivation technique, her Primordial Yin here was even more abundant.

He began channeling his Joyful Divine Skill, discreetly absorbing and replenishing.

Though this extraction was invisible, Hong Ying’s sensitive body could still feel the strange magnetic pull from Liu Sanming, making her lose any semblance of control—her entrance flooded, splashing—

A crystalline burst of liquid sprayed forth, as if she’d drenched Liu Sanming’s face with her essence.

Liu Sanming, far from repulsed, let out a triumphant roar.

Hong Ying strained to lift her head and witness this scene; the sight sent her nerves blazing, further fueled by the frantic lapping, the tongue flicking madly—an even sharper wave of pleasure crashed onto her—

She felt herself plummet into the depths of the universe, wrapped in endless sensation!

Swept by boundless waves of ecstasy, she fell into endless darkness...

Moments later, her body erupted again, another splash of liquid bursting free...