ENC 65-66

Chapter 65: Restless Heat 

“Hmm~ curious about how I’m so good at this? Maybe you should learn, and you might become skilled too.” Wei Shi winked at her, sending electric sparks her way.

This move of his always worked, appealing to people of all ages and genders.

He was good-looking, with facial features coming together to form a clear and refined face. However, he had a pair of bewitching peach blossom eyes that added a subtle charm to his elegant appearance.

Shen Shuman loved his eyes the most. In their transitions, they were full of charm and affection, yet he could focus solely on her. A casual flirtatious glance easily stole her soul.

She swallowed, staring blankly at the high-definition television, her mind filled with his recent wink.

The woman’s moans grew louder, alternating between “hmm yes” and “gentle, slow.” Her voice was pleasant, sultry, and very enticing.

Listening as a woman, Shen Shuman couldn’t help but have a reaction—her body heated up, her lower abdomen restless, as if something had flowed out from deep within her, moistening her underwear.

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Shen Shuman watched in astonishment, eyes filled with disbelief and fear, not daring to even breathe.

The camera panned up, darkness gradually receding, revealing a faint morning light.

Birds chirped; this was a desolate wilderness with overlapping layers of trees blocking the sun.

The man, now reduced to just skin, walked into the frame through winding forest paths.

Dressed like a scholar, with a square-necked robe and a heavy bag on his back, he appeared calm and ordinary.

However, passing through a spacious and bright area, sunlight cast a shadow on the ground, forming a figure dragging a long tail—a fox tail.

“Did that fox demon possess someone?” Shen Shuman asked Wei Shi.

The body is the dwelling place of the spirit. If a soul enters another person’s body, it’s called “possession” or “borrowing a corpse to return to life.”

“Yeah,” Wei Shi nodded, sitting behind her, legs bent, sandwiching her between them.

He embraced her, arms crossed in front of her chest.

Lowering his head, his chin rested on her slender shoulder, treating her as if she were a pillow.

Shen Shuman sniffed the faint scent of his shower gel and the masculine aroma of pheromones. Gradually, her tense back, tightened by fear, relaxed, leaning against his chest.

In the movie, the scholar didn’t take long to reach the town.

His refined and handsome appearance attracted many glances as he walked.

A carriage passed through the bustling street, the wind lifting a corner of the crimson curtain, revealing a stunning beauty with a delicate face.

The woman suddenly turned her head, and in a flash, her eyes met with the scholar’s, sparking a “sentiment” between them.

The classic tale of the love story between a poor scholar and a wealthy lady has been a timeless theme throughout history.

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As the words to ask for the pearl were on the tip of his tongue, he couldn’t bring himself to say themヽ(￣▽￣)ノ Just consider my writing as a form of self-indulgence.

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Chapter 66: Infiltration (Slight H)

Since the first glimpse of that face, the Young Miss always felt a mysterious connection with the scholar.

They often “coincidentally” encountered each other, and with time, they became more acquainted.

On this night, heavy clouds covered the bright moon, and distant thunder rumbled amid flickering lightning.

The night wind howled, making the flowers and trees in the courtyard rustle.

Inside the serene chamber, the flames in the lamps swayed, and the incense burner emitted a faint smoke that diffused in the air.

The Young Miss sat at the table, holding a brush, meticulously writing rows of delicate characters adorned with hairpins.

The carved window creaked open, letting in damp raindrops carried by the wind.

As she was about to rise and close the window, a damp and warm body pressed against her – the scholar had quietly entered her chamber while there were no household servants guarding.

The Young Miss knew it was him, joy lighting up her eyes. Still, she turned around, gently pushing his chest without saying a word.

The two exchanged affectionate words, and in no time, the scholar passionately embraced the delicate young lady, seeking kisses.

Their kisses were fervent. The Young Miss, pushed and pulled by the scholar, accidentally bumped into the writing desk.

The brush on the desk restlessly rolled, leaving black ink stains on the paper as it dropped to the floor with a “snap.”

The camera slowly zoomed out, capturing the contrast between the woman’s exquisite embroidered shoes and the man’s wet, muddy footwear in the same frame.

Yet, more attention-grabbing was the shadow of the man dragging a fox tail.

The camera moved upward, focusing on their faces, offering a close-up of their lips intermingling in an ambiguous manner.

Two wiggling tongues rubbed, licked, and sucked each other, glossy and slippery.

The background music intensified, with an eerie and mysterious tone, mixed with faint female voices, sending shivers down the spine yet carrying a hint of sensual allure.

“Ah~” The Young Miss half-closed her eyes, allowing the scholar to fervently lick her neck. His forceful pull on her clothing revealed an exquisite embroidered belly band.

The scholar behaved like a hungry dog eager to devour the Young Miss, his movements fierce, leaving mottled red marks on her chest.

She moaned softly, pretending to resist for a moment.

The writing desk was too small for them to fully unfold, so the scholar led the Young Miss deeper into the chamber.

“Ah!” The Young Miss exclaimed as her back accidentally hit the screen depicting mountains and rivers.

The scholar, impatient, went around the screen, steadily pushing the Young Miss backward.

In the frame, two pairs of stumbling feet walked. Drenched coarse hemp clothes and dry, embroidered silk garments continuously fell to the ground, intimately entwined.

Amidst the storm, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. The strong wind once again broke through the window, circling the chamber and extinguishing the flames in the lamps.

The scholar’s attire was now disheveled. Though appearing delicate, with a gentle push of his arms, he effortlessly laid the completely undressed Young Miss on the round mahogany table.

In the dim candlelight, the Young Miss’s radiant face became even more charming, adorned with kiss marks on her neck and chest. Her exposed bosom, under the yellowish light, showcased two rosy, perky n*pples.

The Young Miss’s br*asts were exceptionally beautiful—moderate in size, round, and firm. Under the scholar’s caress, they transformed into various shapes, undoubtedly with a soft and supple touch.

Shen Shuman couldn’t help but swallow her saliva, genuinely envious.

“What’s with that look?” he whispered in her ear Wei Shi. His deep, magnetic voice vibrated her eardrums, reminiscent of a midnight radio host.

“Her mounds look so good…” she murmured softly, still disliking her own large chest. If only the size could be just right.

“Nonsense, her mounds can’t compare to yours,” he consoled her in a gentle tone, his warm palm restlessly covering her ample bosom.

Shen Shuman’s face flushed, pretending to pull away his hand, yet her wrist was caught by his other hand.