Romantic Medical Immortal-Chapter 345: Intense Battle
Peach Blossom District.
As soon as Yang Cheng stepped in, Yang Rou plunged into his embrace, her voice trembling slightly, "Xiaochen, I’m so scared."
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here, I won’t let anyone bully you."
Yang Cheng gently stroked her back, scooped her up in his arms, one hand supporting her firm backside, the other encircling her slender waist.
Her nightdress was already short, and once lifted, its hem shifted up, revealing her long, fair legs, and the white lace panties underneath.
"No matter what happens tonight, I’ll be with you the whole time, don’t worry."
He soothingly reassured her, holding her tightly, the warmth of Soft Jade in his embrace, making the atmosphere instantly become intimate.
"Xiaochen, last time Kong Lingwen said we should do it every other day, it’s perfect timing as we have a few hours before dinner, let’s make the most of it."
Yang Rou’s delicate hand slowly moved downwards, resting on his pants, gently caressing.
Yang Cheng’s breathing grew heavier, with someone like Yang Rou, even without deliberate allure, he would react. Particularly now, with her face full of allure, overflowing with snow-white Su Su chest enticing him forward.
"Sis, you said it yourself, if you’re too exhausted to go out later, don’t blame me."
Yang Rou playfully punched his chest, coquettishly saying, "You little rascal, can’t you be a bit gentle?"
"If I’m gentle, you won’t be satisfied."
Yang Cheng chuckled, clasped her head, and kissed her, skillfully teasing her little lilac tongue, inviting her to dance with him.
The two kissed passionately, Yang Rou became more immersed, actively responding to his kisses, the room temperature instantly flared, the flames seeming to ignite upon them.
Yang Cheng helped her remove the silk nightdress, the soft garment sliding to the floor, her fair body exposed to the air. His fervent palm immediately fell upon her chest, kneading firmly.
Pale pink cherries gradually blossomed, his nimble fingers playfully teasing, the tingling sensation streaming through Yang Rou’s body, driving her to moan.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm~~"
Yang Cheng flipped over, placing Yang Rou onto the sofa, removed his shirt, then his pants, before leaning down to tenderly kiss her cherry.
"Ahhh~"
Yang Rou whimpered softly, instinctively arching her chest, her long neck tilting back, legs tightly wrapped around Yang Cheng’s waist, her soft body forming an alluring arc.
His hand gently glided over her flat abdomen, reached downward, Yang Rou’s breath became more alluring, cheeks flushed like ripe peaches.
"Xiaochen, stop teasing me, give it to me!"
Yang Rou trembled as she spoke, her beautiful eyes filled with longing.
Yang Cheng, playful as ever, loved seeing her lost in desire, her senses becoming more intense under his teasing, nearing the climax.
"Sis, you’re so eager now, with just a few touches you’ve soaked the sofa."
He chuckled teasingly, not immediately satisfying her, his fingers still provoking, leaving Yang Rou yearning ecstatically, her slender waist twisting.
Yang Rou couldn’t understand why her reactions were so intense today, unable to control her own responses, her eyes shimmering with pleading water, she implored, "Xiaochen, sister begs you, please!"
Yang Cheng descended to block her ruby lips, yet sped up their pace, causing Yang Rou’s voice to overflow with moans, her tender body trembling, becoming limp.
"Alright, I’ll stop teasing, I’m coming."
Yang Cheng gave her no time to recover, immediately plunging forward.
Previously, given Yang Cheng’s size, at first it always hurt for Yang Rou, but this time she felt no pain, only immense satisfaction.
...
An hour and a half later.
"Xiaochen, ahhhh! Ahhh~"
"Slow down, I’m so tired, I can’t!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Yang Rou’s body became limp as water, unable to resist, only pleading in her soft, tender voice.
"Hold on a little longer, I’ll finish soon."
Yang Cheng gently coaxed, supporting his body, sweat dripped onto her fair chest, accentuating her crystal clean skin.
His large palm encircled Yang Rou’s waist, flipped her over, altering their position, resuming his thrusts.
"Ahhh! It’s been over an hour, why aren’t you done, you’re terrifying now!"
Yang Rou’s voice fractured with each thrust, unable to resist crying out, her voice sweet and soft, even she couldn’t imagine making such sounds.
"My arms are so sore, I can’t hold on."
She panted heavily, every part of her body aching, yet still raised her backside, actively accommodating him, desiring his release and the end of this battle.
Although being strong in these matters is good for men, to the extent of Yang Cheng’s strength, it was sweet agony.
Seeing her unable to continue, Yang Cheng grasped her arms, her entire body leaning back, resting against his chest, encircling her completely in his embrace, moving wildly.
"Ahhh... slow down, I can’t take it!"
"Little brother, are you trying to kill sister?"
Yang Rou couldn’t help but scream.
Her pants like an aphrodisiac, making Yang Cheng even more excitable, holding her foray lovingly kissing her ear, whispering softly, "Sister, does it feel good? I can go even faster!"
"No! Enough!"
The living room filled with their entwined sounds, after a few more minutes Yang Cheng groaned deeply, finally released.
"Ah!!"
Yang Rou’s tummy twitched as she let out sharp moans, her body collapsing limply on the sofa, Yang Cheng nonchalantly pressed against her, panting heavily, both submerged in the aftermath, unable to collect themselves.
Suddenly, a sound of the lock turning at the door caught them off guard, soon Kong Lingwen walked in.
Seeing them sweating, barely clothed, he knew what kind of intense battle they had just engaged in.
Kong Lingwen slightly furrowed his brows, Yang Rou’s body instantly tensed.
Yang Cheng, stirred by her sudden tightness, let out a muffled groan, took a sharp breath, "Sis, looks like you haven’t had enough, do you want to go again?"
"No... no, it’s Lin Wen who’s back."
"I see."
Yang Cheng remained calm, Kong Lingwen often asked him to come see Yang Rou.
"Next time, go to the bedroom, not the sofa, it’s hard to clean if it’s dirty."
Kong Lingwen said suddenly.
Yang Rou paused, realizing Kong Lingwen frowned because of this, likely due to a cleaning obsession, disliking her home being messed.
"I understand."
Yang Rou nodded, gently pushing Yang Cheng behind her, bashfully saying, "Get dressed."
