Chapter 967 - I’m just passionate

Chapter 967: 967 - I’m just passionate

Qingyi slid his hands away from Ma Mingzhu’s breasts, letting them travel slowly down the sides of her body until they came to rest on her plump buttocks.

His fingers sank into the soft flesh, gripping those two round curves tightly. He squeezed until the pliant meat bulged out between his fingers, dimpling under his grip.

Mingzhu moaned softly, closing her eyes in embarrassment. Heat crept up her neck and tinged her cheeks with a blush.

"Is touching like this really part of being married?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Hmm... I wouldn’t say it’s part of it... many husbands don’t touch their wives, especially high-level specialists. I’m just passionate." Qingyi leaned over her, his lips brushing the curve of her neck before leaving a lingering kiss there.

Mingzhu flinched, her shoulders rising with a slight tremor, but she didn’t push him away.

"Do you find it unpleasant?" Qingyi asked, as one of his hands traced its way up her body to her cleavage.

He pulled the fabric aside unhurriedly, and her breasts spilled free—large and heavy, dropping with a soft, weighty sway before settling against her chest in all their glory.

A strand of dark purple hair slipped down and fell beside one of them, contrasting with her fair skin.

"No... it’s pleasant, but strange," Mingzhu replied, looking away.

She felt the exact moment Qingyi buried his face between her breasts. His arms wrapped tightly around her and pulled her onto his lap, and the motion sent her full breasts surging inward against his cheeks, the soft mounds closing around his face until it vanished between them.

His hands met on her delicate back, firm and unyielding, pulling her toward him even more forcefully, as if he wanted to fuse her to his own body.

Mingzhu raised her hands, not knowing where to put them. One ended up resting on one of Qingyi’s horns; the other settled on his strong shoulder, feeling the taut muscle beneath her palm.

The handsome young man simply savored her warmth, the weight of those breasts pressing in on his face from both sides, the sensation of being swallowed by them, of sinking deeper and deeper into that warm softness.

Her scent was as sweet as an untouched rose. Her skin was soft, milky, creamy, as if it were melting under his touch. And her breasts were heavy, so large, that they covered his face completely, their warmth seeping into his skin.

He leaned back slowly, her breasts dragging down his face. Then he took her right nipple between his lips.

Mingzhu squealed, arching her back.

This time she grabbed both of Qingyi’s horns at once, her fingers clenching tightly around the dark metal—a metal strong enough to withstand the heat of ten thousand stars, and which now served only to keep her from falling apart.

Qingyi sucked hard, teasing the nipple with his tongue, swirling around it, pressing it against the roof of his mouth and releasing it, only to repeat the whole thing again.

The breast wobbled like jelly with every pull, stretching toward his mouth as he drew on it, then bouncing back and trembling against his chin each time he relaxed.

He kept a firm seal around the nipple, sucking without pause, until he finally felt Mingzhu’s milk—creamy and sweet—flood his lips in a warm torrent.

"Onn~~ w-wait... is that milk? H-how?" Shock filled Mingzhu’s face, and she suddenly pulled away, her whole body jerking backward.

The nipple slipped from his lips with a wet pop, a thin stream of milk trailing behind it.

The plump, heavy breast leapt into the air for a brief moment, bouncing upward before plummeting back against her chest and slamming into its twin with a moist plap.

Mingzhu barely had time to look down and see the breast leaking milk.

Qingyi grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the cold ground, already between her legs.

"You know..." He leaned over her, his lips brushing against hers, his hot breath mingling with the sweet scent of milk. "I’m really dying to fuck you and fill you with my cum..."

One of his hands slid down to the fabric of Mingzhu’s dress, gripping it tightly, his knuckles turning white as the cloth stretched.

"How about we consummate the marriage first and then get married?" His other hand grabbed her teat, his fingers sinking deep into the full, warm flesh.

He squeezed hard. The soft skin swelled up between his fingers, the breast bulging around his grip, and a jet of milk shot into the air.

The white, creamy, sweet liquid landed between her breasts, slowly trickling down her cleavage and glistening on her flushed skin.

Mingzhu didn’t know what to say. The words simply wouldn’t reach her throat, dying before they even formed, and all she could do was blush to her ears and let out a low moan.

It was then that she felt the bulge between Qingyi’s legs.

Her legs were spread apart, and his hips pressed firmly against her buttocks.

She could feel every detail.

It was long, cylindrical, thick, and veiny. It throbbed against her, hot even through the fabric, and Mingzhu felt as though she could count every vein just by the way they brushed against her skin with every slight movement.

The thin fabric of their garments did very little to separate them. It was almost as if it weren’t even there.

"B-be gentle~~"

She managed to squeeze those two words from her lips, her voice shaky and muffled. But they were enough to make Qingyi’s face light up, a slow smile spreading across it as his hands slid down her back.

He grabbed the fabric of her dress at her shoulders, held it for a moment... and then, casually, pulled.

The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the room, sharp and loud in the silence.

In a single tug, Mingzhu’s naked form was fully revealed, the ruined fabric falling in tatters to the ground.

Her breasts rolled with the sudden motion, swaying apart and then settling heavily.

Even in that position, with her on her back, they remained firm, rising above her torso like enormous, glorious mountains, their puffy pink nipples hardening in the cold air that now struck her skin directly.

Below them, the slender curve of her waist sloped gently downward before flaring into obscene, sensual hips—wide enough to take any man’s breath away.

Her shapely, perfect thighs trembled slightly, brushing against one another, leaving a damp sheen where they met.

A pair of panties still protected her purity.

It didn’t stay there for long.

Qingyi slipped two fingers under the side and pulled firmly. The panties left Mingzhu’s body with a short snap, dragging across the soft swell of her buttocks and making the plump flesh quiver before he tossed them aside.

"Ahnn~~ you know... you could’ve just asked me to take off my clothes with Qi..." Mingzhu said, her voice slightly choked up, glancing up at him with red cheeks. "You don’t have to rip my dress every time."

The complaint drew a low, amused laugh from Qingyi, his hand already sliding down her waist in a slow caress. His fingers glided over the smooth, warm skin of her belly, feeling it dip with each shallow breath, until they stopped just above her plump mons pubis.

"Well, that’s true..." He squeezed her hips lightly, pulling her against his hard bulge. "But where’s the fun in that?"