Chapter 323 - 312: What a Clingy Little Enchantress

Chapter 323: Chapter 312: What a Clingy Little Enchantress

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

"Actually, Xiaoyao... really wants to improve, you know..."

Jiayi had said as much, and normally, Mengde would have listened.

But unfortunately for her, the woman had already stoked his fire.

How could he care about any of that now?

The next second, Mengde became a beast, lunging at Jiayi, consumed by lust...

Jiayi’s gasp was still on the tip of her tongue as she was pushed down into the feather duvet.

As Mengde bit down on her fallen strap, he heard the soft tear of silk.

Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, had just bent when he grabbed her by the ankle. The lace top of her stocking rolled up to the back of her knee in the struggle, revealing the exquisite view of her inner thigh...

—which was now growing hot beneath his palm...

"Wai—wait... Xiaoyao is still..."

But her protest was smothered by his kiss, and the diamond earrings hanging amidst her hair shimmered with a hazy light.

Her silk Nightgown had already been pushed up to her waist. When the clasp of her black bra popped open, it left a faint red mark on her pale back.

Mengde pinned her flailing wrists with one hand, pressing her hands, with their wine-red nails, against the pillow.

As their fingers intertwined, they knocked over half a bottle of rose essential oil on the bedside table.

Amidst the rich floral scent, Jiayi suddenly arched her back like a fish out of water.

When she threw her head back, her neck formed a fragile arc, the small mole on her throat bobbing up and down with her gasps.

The torn black stocking still dangled from the tip of her foot, and as her toes curled, they brushed against the fabric of his trousers, creating a blush-inducing rustle.

The worst part was when she suddenly realized her little sister was watching with wide, moist eyes. The shame made the veins on the top of her feet stand out.

But Mengde, of all times, chose this moment to bite her earlobe and chuckle.

"A good big sister... shouldn’t you be setting a good example... for your eager little student?"

Before the words even left his mouth, he grabbed her waist and pressed down hard. Jiayi’s shriek shattered into a million pieces.

In her blurry vision, the diamond earrings traced a bright, silvery arc.

"Mmm... hnnngh~"

"Honey, didn’t you say... you were going to help Xiaoyao..."

Jiayi’s protest died in her throat, turning into a long, drawn-out whimper.

Her arched neck formed a fragile curve, the small mole on her throat bobbing with every swallow, glistening wetly under the light.

Her fingertips, painted with wine-red nail polish, gripped the sheets weakly, leaving several impassioned creases in the silk fabric.

The movement was so sudden that she subconsciously bit a stray lock of her hair, the black strands making her lips seem even more vividly red.

Mengde gripped her slender waist.

’What a bewitching little succubus!’

The bite marks he’d left last night were still visible on the edge of her petals.

Jiayi suddenly curled her toes. Her black stockings, stretched taut at the tips of her feet, became translucent, revealing the pearlescent sheen of her pale pink toenail polish underneath.

Her earrings swung wildly with the motion, the diamond facets shattering the light into a shower of silver stars.

Just as the sound of a shirt button popping broke the silence, her wine-red nails happened to press against his heart.

The heartbeat beneath her fingertips was fast and heavy, making her palm tingle.

Just like her body right now... she couldn’t control herself...

The worst part was, her stockings were still rubbing against Mengde’s thigh, making that same blush-inducing rustle.

Where the lace top of her stocking had rolled up, a few faint fingerprints remained.

"Now... ungh... you remember Xiaoyao?"

Mengde chuckled, biting down on her fallen shoulder strap. His tongue tasted the salty, bitter mix of rose oil and sweat.

Jiayi’s beautiful, stockinged legs were still wrapped around his waist, the torn stocking that had been dangling from her foot now flung somewhere unknown.

Her perfect toes curled and uncurled with his movements.

She suddenly glimpsed her little sister biting her lip as she peeked, and a wave of shame sent a blush across her entire body.

But her body betrayed her will, pulling Mengde even tighter as her nails dug red marks into his back.

"Ah... wait, it’s Xiaoyao who needs help..."

Her voice suddenly rose in pitch as her crimson-nailed fingers tangled in his hair.

But that didn’t stop Mengde.

If anything, it only activated his beastly nature...

Jiayi’s protests were like a spark that fully ignited the flames of desire in Mengde’s eyes.

He pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand. In her struggle, her wine-red nails left several scratches on his arm.

The silk sheets were rumpled into a chaotic mess. Her arched neck curved like a dying swan’s, the small mole on her throat bobbing with her rapid swallows.

"It’s too late... to say stop now."

The force with which Mengde bit open the clasp of her bra made Jiayi gasp. The black lace fluttered down, brushing against her flushed skin.

As Xiaoyao scrambled back in a panic, she knocked over the bottle of essential oil. The rich scent of roses instantly filled the air, the spilled liquid reflecting her sister’s bent, stocking-clad legs...

—which were now trembling in time with the impacts, the torn stocking long since flung from her foot.

Jiayi saw it all, but there was nothing she could do.

"A-at least... turn off... ungh... the light..."

The toppled bottle rocked on the floor, the growing puddle reflecting the three overlapping silhouettes.

In her daze, Jiayi saw her sister’s knuckles turn white as she clutched the lace corner of the duvet. Her silk robe had long since slipped to her elbows, exposing a large expanse of pale skin.

When Mengde deliberately increased his force, she finally cried out, clawing at the sheets. Her diamond earrings left silvery afterimages with the violent motion.

"Turn off the light? Why would I do that?"

"Isn’t this better? Heh heh."

Mengde chuckled, grabbing the wrist of the hand Jiayi was using to try and turn off the light. He pinned her crimson-tipped fingers to the headboard.

Amidst the clatter of the toppled essential oil bottle, he leaned in and deliberately breathed into her ear.

"Now is the perfect time... to let Xiaoyao observe the key points of the lesson..."

Jiayi’s indignant struggles only caused her Nightgown’s strap to snap completely. Her black lace bra now hung crookedly at her elbow, imprinting a faint red mark on her pale skin.

Xiaoyao’s breathing suddenly quickened. The moment her silk robe slipped from her shoulders, it revealed the thin straps of a pale yellow slip dress underneath.

—which now trembled faintly with her shuddering breaths.

Her unconscious act of licking her lips made Mengde’s eyes light up.

’It’s time for this little minx to join the battle,’ he thought.

And so... his free right hand suddenly wrapped around the young woman’s slender waist.

"No... Xiaoyao is still..."

Jiayi’s protest was shattered by his thrusts, the trajectory of her swinging diamond earrings growing more and more erratic.

As she watched her sister being pulled closer, she caught a flash of cherry-pink lace panties beneath the rippling hem of her slip dress.

When Mengde’s palms caressed the sides of both sisters’ legs at once, Jiayi’s black-stockinged limbs and Xiaoyao’s bare feet made distinctly different sounds as they rubbed against the sheets.

"Watch closely,"

Mengde instructed in a husky voice, nibbling on Jiayi’s earlobe.

"This is how a star instructor... tutors his students..."

He suddenly grabbed Xiaoyao’s wrist and pressed it against her sister’s waist. The moment the young woman’s cold fingertips touched her sister’s slender, soft waist, Jiayi’s entire body convulsed, her back arching.

The essential oil spread across the floor, forming a rose-shaped puddle that reflected three intertwined bodies...

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