The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 48: Ye Chen, the choice.

Ye Chen gulped,

He opened his mouth, a dog’s voice came out, "This servant is a worthless dog, and can’t make such choices, Young Master should choose whomever he pleases,"

Zhao Fan’s face turned cold, a strange aura instantly broke all of Ye Chen’s bones.

"Arghhh!!!...." Ye Chen screamed like a pathetic boar getting beaten by snake.

"This seat won’t ask next time, tell me which women shall be blessed first," Young Master Zhao’s tone was cold, face stoic, looking like a true demonic cultivator.

Ye Chen trembled and looked at the face of both women, looking at him with his that he would choose them.

His back felt chill as of the ice as slid through with sweat forming on his forehead, nonetheless, he reluctantly choose his immortal master, powerless, dustless, foevere to be pure.

"I-I... Young Master should bless the immortal master first,"

Zhao Fan didn’t wait much longer, he moved towards Yi Xin Xue, and spread her peaches, exposing her cute little flower bud.

Her flower bud was like a pink lotus in full bloom, yet, it was tightly shut.

It is a secret garden, which only this Zhao can explore and pluck.

Zhao Fan brought his thumb down upon her bud, like a moonless night claiming the last flicker of twilight.

Her petals trembled like a spring breeze upon an unopened peony, yet remained sealed, the nectar gushing out.

But they weren’t clsoed for long.

He pressed down, slowly, deliberately, like the first snow of winter kissing the earth.

Her knees buckled, her head lowered, her back arched.

"Nnnghh..."

The heat slowly melted the think layering of petals, making her lips parted, a silent cry rising to the heavens.

He held her there, balanced between pain and pleasure, her yin bud screaming under his touch, her walls fluttering like silk banners in a storm.

"Ah!... My yin pearl..."

She whimpered, a sound too quiet for the world to hear, but he caught it all.

Young Master got on his knees and his long tongue moved in a wave, slowly covering her yin valley, his tongue like a silken serpent, slithering through her valley, licking every bit of her yin essence, eating her from behind, his dustless, peerless, face resting on her cushion.

Her walls contracted, yet she was so tight, his tongue could hardly move, her Yin garden seems to be squeezing his tongue.

He smiled and licked her yin pearl once more, before he withdrew, making sure she was wet as river, nectar flooding down to her thighs.

Yi Xin Xue felt like her soul was going to leave her body, the pleasure of Young master Zhao’s tongue was beyond compare, no scripture, no sage could describe that pleasure.

Her legs trembled, as more and more of her love nectar gushed out.

It’s as though Young Master was trying to devour her soul, but alas, she wouldn’t mind being eaten by Young Master daily.

Her breath hitched, and she gasped, her back arching like a bowstring drawn to its limit.

"Ah! Young master, please! I beg you! Let this maid serve you... Ahn!"

Zhao Fan however, looked at her round, perky, peaches and couldn’t stop himself from slapping them.

Slap! Slap!

"Ahhhhhh!!!.... Ouch..." her body trembled, the sharp stingy burning pain with electric sensation ran across her body through spiritual veins.

Her soft white peaches turned red, as her legs started trembling even more, giving a greater view of her soft melted petals revealing the deep pink inner flesh.

Zhao Fan spread them even wider, exposing the entire view of the pink yin cave, her nectar dripping down on the floor.

He spat on her flower hole, and a clear liquid appeared on her yin cave, it glistened in the mid-day light.

He pressed his hard Yang rod against her flower entrance, and rubbed it, allowing the gentle feminine nectar to coat the upper head.

"Be a good maid, and take it in... Let this seat enjoy your tight flower,"

He said and pressed his huge rod into her tight yin cave, with one thrust, his entire rod entered her yin cave making her body tremble.

...

Her entire body shivered as his rod entered her, stretching her yin walls and rubbing against the most sensitive parts of her walls.

"Hnnnghhhh....."

She was so tight that she gripped him like a vice.

Zhao Fan took a deep breath, he can’t help himself but admire her tightness, it felt like his rod was being sucked by her yin wall, as if her body didn’t want his rod to leave, but her tightness was a double edge sword.

She is too tight, and it’s causing his body to be drained faster than usual.

Nonetheless, Young Master didn’t care, he was ready to give her all his essence.

He grabbed her waist and started thrusting, pushing and pulling, making sure to pull till only the head of his big dragon remain inside the her cave, and pushed back again, hitting her deep weak spot.

"Euckk....." Each thrust was deep, precise, and calculated, making sure he hit the spot every single time, causing her to see eastern stars and western moons.

She bit her lips, and her breathing quickened.

"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!..."

More and more yin juice was released from her, fully soaking his dragon from left to right, and right to left.

Yi Xin Xui’s face was flushed with pleasure as she tried to control herself, but the feeling was too strong.

She felt like she was going to faint, but she forced herself to stay awake, not wanting to miss any of the sensations that were flooding her body...

The weak, sensitive body could hardly channel the Qi to stabilize the body, as the main Yin Vein was now shut closed by Young Master.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Clap! Clap! Clap!

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh!!"

She felt her pleasure building up, like a storm, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

"Nnnnnghhhh.... Ahhh, haah* Haah* Haah*"

She let out a silent scream as her body finally gave in to the pleasure.

"AHHHHH~" She screamed in pleasure, as she felt her body melt into Zhao Fan’s embrace, the height of ecstasy soaring above the nine sky.

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