Chapter 322 - 311: The School Belle Wants to Make Progress, Too

Chapter 322: Chapter 311: The School Belle Wants to Make Progress, Too

"Hubby..."

Jiayi suddenly hooked Mengde’s knee with the tip of her foot, the black nylon of her stockings making a faint rustling sound against his skin.

The lines of her calves, encased in a bodystocking, were like a masterpiece from a master painter, the curve from her ankle to the back of her knee breathtakingly perfect.

And yet, she slowly slid the tip of her foot up the inside of his thigh.

The lace trim rolled into several suggestive folds as she moved, like a datura flower blooming in the dead of night.

As Mengde’s Adam’s apple bobbed, Jiayi leaned over to grab the wine glass on the nightstand.

The movement caused the neckline of her Nightgown to fall open completely, revealing two snowy, soft mounds, partially obscured by the silky fabric.

The cherry-pink tips at their peaks traced an alluring path through the shadows with her every move.

She deliberately slowed her movements, letting the ends of her hair sweep across his chest.

The white musk from her shampoo mingled with the rose scent rising from her warm skin, steeping the air until it grew thick and heavy.

"Stunned into silence?"

She suddenly bit the rim of the glass and tilted her head back to take a sip. Red wine spilled from the corner of her lips, trickling down her snow-white neck like a crimson stream.

The sole of her stockinged foot now rested on his abs, her rounded toes pressing gently against the buttons of his shirt.

"This is the first time Xiaoyao has ever seen such a... paragon of virtue."

The end of her sentence was lost in the clink of glass against teeth. The frequency of the wine sloshing in the glass was strangely in sync with the rhythm of her foot drawing circles on his stomach.

When Jiayi finally set down the glass, she undid the straps of her Nightgown as if unwrapping a long-awaited present.

The moment the silky fabric slid down the curves of her body, the lace top of her black bodystocking was exposed in the light.

The black straps crisscrossing her waist only made her skin seem more luminous and white.

Jiayi suddenly straddled Mengde’s lap. The hem of her black slip Nightgown slid up slightly, revealing plush thighs wrapped in the black bodystocking.

Her long, beautiful, stocking-clad legs had an alluring matte sheen under the warm light. The material of the bodystocking clung to the perfect curves of her legs like a second skin.

From her full, rounded thighs to the gradual taper at the back of her knees, every inch of her was like a meticulously sculpted work of art.

The floral lace at the top of the stockings peeked in and out of view with her slightest movements.

At the border between her snow-white skin and the black stockings, a shallow indentation was pressed into her flesh.

When she deliberately bent her knee, the stockings formed several delicate creases at the joint, like ripples in crumpled black satin.

When she pointed her toe, the arch of her foot flexed into a breathtaking curve, the faint lines of veins visible through the black nylon over her instep.

As her legs gently crossed and uncrossed, the stockings rubbed together with a heart-pounding rustle.

In the light, you could see the faint shimmer of individual fibers flowing with her movements.

The deadliest part... was when she suddenly slid the sole of her foot up Mengde’s calf. The delicate texture of the stockings, mixed with her body heat, traveled a path from his ankle to the back of his knee, a line as perfect as a stroke in a masterpiece.

When she pressed her legs together, the insides of her stockinged thighs squeezed into a suffocatingly full curve, gleaming under the light with a honey-like sheen.

Her skin shone with a pearlescent luster beneath the stockings. Her long legs clamped together gently, the fine texture of the black nylon grazing almost imperceptibly against Mengde’s skin.

It was like the light sweep of a feather, or a jolt of electricity, sparking a tingling itch.

The tips of her toes pointed slightly, her arches flexing into a graceful curve.

The tips of her stocking-clad feet gently tapped his knee.

Then they began to move slowly upward, gliding along the inside of his thigh. The texture of the stockings was fine and warm, with a faint friction that felt like a silent invitation...

"Hubby, am I beautiful...?"

Jiayi’s voice was as thick and sweet as melting honey, the last syllable rising slightly with a seductive, nasal tone.

She deliberately rubbed her beautiful, stocking-clad legs a little closer, the tip of her foot tracing an almost imaginary line across his waist.

As she tilted her head back, the neckline of her Nightgown slipped off completely, exposing one snow-white shoulder that shone with a pearlescent luster in the light.

Mengde didn’t answer.

But his hands gave the best reply.

With a low chuckle, he grasped Jiayi’s ankle, his fingertips sliding along the texture of the black stockings toward the crook of her knee.

The hem of her Nightgown billowed with the movement, offering a glimpse of a thin, black lace garter belt wrapped around the top of her thigh, which had already left faint red marks on her snow-white skin.

The pads of his fingers caressed the edge of the stocking, feeling the delicate texture of her skin beneath the lace pattern.

Jiayi suddenly tensed, pointing her toes. The stockinged arch of her foot drew a seductive curve against his palm.

When she threw her head back, the line of her neck stretched beautifully, and the soft moan that escaped her throat was tinged with the flush of red wine.

"Mmm-hmm~~~ Hubby... you found my new accessory..."

The lace garter strap trembled slightly with her breathing, casting fragmented shadows in the light.

Mengde’s thumb stroked the skin where the strap had left a red mark, and he felt her tremble slightly in response.

Jiayi bit her lip, smiling softly as she threaded her fingers into his hair.

"What do you think? I wore it just for you... I was waiting... to give you a surprise..."

Her voice gradually dissolved into a pant as her beautiful, stocking-clad legs unconsciously wrapped around his waist.

The faint sound of the stockings rubbing together was especially clear in the quiet bedroom.

Mengde smiled faintly. It was unclear what he did next.

But suddenly, Jiayi’s instep went rigid, her cherry-red-polished toes curling as a soft, hooked little moan escaped her throat.

"Hubby, don’t... slower..."

Jiayi’s protest was as thick and sweet as melting honey.

The moment her dark red nails dug into the muscles of his shoulders, they left faint, crescent-shaped marks on his tanned skin.

Her nails were painted with a dark red polish that held a seductive gleam under the light.

Her breath was warm, carrying the faint scent of red wine as it brushed past his ear like a feather’s tickle, creating an unbearable itch.

Her waist swayed slightly, her stocking-clad bottom gently rubbing against his thigh. Each barely-there touch was like lighting a small flame, causing the temperature in the air to climb.

Her fingertips slid down his chest, her nails scraping lightly against the buttons of his shirt, making a faint sound as if she were plucking his heartstrings.

"Does that... tickle?"

she asked with a low laugh, a hint of slyness in her voice. Her stocking-clad legs began to rub against him again, this time slower, more torturously, as if testing the limits of his endurance.

Her wine-scented fingertips traced his tense jawline.

Her arched neck formed the curve of a swan’s, and the small mole on her throat bobbed as she swallowed, catching the bedside lamp’s light in an amber halo.

The silk Nightgown had long since slipped to her waist, the straps of her black lace bra dangling in the crooks of her arms.

With her ragged breathing, the delicate filigree patterns cast seductive shadows on her snowy skin.

This seductive display made Mengde look as if he was about to pounce...

But Jiayi stopped him.

"Hubby, tonight... why don’t you teach Xiaoyao how to be a good student first?"

"After all, Xiaoyao... really wants to improve..."