Mo Yan in the Book 176 - 180 (H)

 

Pixiv - maejiun

176 Inside: 

She climaxed at his entry. Her soft tender insides wriggled and spasmed around his thickness almost making him spend. He closed his eyes and tried to resist thrusting madly. He leaned down to tease her nipples with his tongue, nipping and sucking. He rubbed her red pearl gently. He was acutely aware of her honeypot gradually relaxing around his girth and he rose to begin pumping her gently.

‘Ha~ so big~ feels good~’

She clung to his shoulders limply, listening to his harsh breathing. His hot hands roamed her body making her shiver with pleasure. His thrusts sped up, the fullness was a little uncomfortable, but at the same time brought strange bliss.

‘Yan’er, your voice is so beautiful. Moan for me more, I love to hear you.’ He said through deep pants, ‘Don’t clip. If you cut my dick off, how would I pleasure you…?’ (Zuben: She has four other dicks?)

His eyes took in everything, burning with the desire to roughly pound her narrow pussy which was constantly overflowing with nectar with his huge pestle. He repeatedly stabbed the sensitive opening, and her body twitched around him.

‘Ah~ no~ don’t say that~’ She cried. Her mouth was open, spiling saliva which Yi licked up in an instant.

‘Do you like the way I’m doing you, hm?’ he murmured in her ear.

He grabbed her waist and lifted her up so she was sitting astride him, sending his thick veiny cock deeper into her flower cave.

‘Yi~ lighter ahn~ stop tormenting me…’

More love juice seeped out of her lubricating his cock deeper into her. She felt a joy between pain and pleasure. Her expression looked so pitiful as she clung tightly to his shirt. Her closed lashes fluttered like wings, her skin was red and hot. She exuded lust. Yi kissed her with satisfaction as his large hands gripped her soft bottom forcing her up and down his cock, sometimes plunging left or right, pushing and teasing her.

He went deeper and deeper into her, every unrestrained jerk made a lusty sound of skin colliding, and the churn of her nectar. He penetrated her deep flower heart, sending numbing sensations to her soul.

‘Ha~ too fast~ I’ll break~’ she cried as crystalline tears of bliss rolled down from her eyes. Her body was sensitised.

He drank in her pure, enchanting beauty as his grip tightened on her snowy buttocks (Zuben: Drink) penetrating his hot iron into her weak tender loins more wildly. Her black hair tossed about as he fucked her, arresting his gaze.

 

177 I like it…

‘Ha~ ah~ Yi, enough~…ah I’ll die…’ her body trembled fiercely, the numbing pleasure suffusing her skin and returning to the where they were joined. She arched her body to meet his desire.

His eyes were bewitchingly wicked. He sucked on her tender breasts jiggling before him, biting on the engorged red nipples. His licked around the snowy breasts (Zuben: drink) full of teeth marks.

Her hair was wildly fluttering, her cheeks were blushing. Her vision was blurry, her expression pleading. But she was a temptation,

‘Yan’er, you’re so beautiful, so gorgeous…you’re mine…’ he said to her. (Zuben: And everybody else’s)

He made sure his glans scrapped every sensitive spot in her wet cavern. (Zuben: How do you ensure this while fucking like the energiser bunny)

‘Ah~ Yi…it’s too much~ No more grinding~ Yi~’ She could feel the tension building, she could feel a strong desire to urinate, making her panic. She looked pathetic, clutching his collar almost tearing it.

Yi pulled her closer to whisper in her ear, his lips rubbing her nephrite earlobe, ‘Darling, it’s okay. It’s a physiological reaction, Yan’er. Don’t be afraid, enjoy it~’

His eyes were thick with lust, she felt as though she would be swallowed. Her brain was blank. She danced with his movements, moving her slender waist.

Her eyes took on a totally enchanted expression, ‘Ah~ ah~ I like it~’

‘Yan’er, you’re about to climax, uhg~ don’t be so tight~’ (Zuben: You would think by now she would know when she’s about to climax after all this time)

He kissed her body, her lips, her neck, her clavicle, her breasts now bruised with marks he had left on her. He grabbed her breasts again, squeezing and caressing, and scrapped her nubbin with his finger causing her love hole to tighten around him.

He could feel his glans swell.

‘Ah~!’ He stimulated a sensitive area, and a stream of water spurted out of her corridor soaking Yi’s shirt, trousers and the bedsheets, as she climaxed. Her legs tightened around his waist as she twitched.

Yi looked at her lustful climax with male satisfaction as he continued to thrust his firm meat stick into her spasming cave.

‘Stop~’ Tears ran down her eyes, and she clutched at his shirt, and hair, but powerless to stop him from continuing his onslaught. He continued to scratch her red pearl, and thrusting his narrow buttocks into her. He finally came, spurting his hot man milk into her sensitive body.

‘Oh~ Yi~ ah~…’ Her head was thrown back and she stared unseeing at the ceiling. Happy tears kept sliding down her face. Her graceful body arched seductively, as she came once more, her pussy sprayed out nectar again.

Her flat abdomen was now bulging filled with his thick male liquid. It was sexy and erotic to him. (Zuben: After some time, I end up wishing this shit ends a bit quicker. I get bored of trying to think of euphemisms for penis and vagina that I have not used. It gets tiresome *le sigh…*)

 

178 Cold Shower

Yi kissed her affectionately and looked down at the tender cave he had plundered. His expression deepened. He withdrew from her spasming body and a stream of love juice mixed with his semen poured out drenching their intersection. There was a flash of rue in his eyes.

Mo Yan moaned, and she looked at him in accusation.

He pecked her again, before lifting her and taking her to the bathroom.

‘I’ll help you clean up.’

The bedroom went silent but the bathroom was now a beautiful scene with the sound of running water over intermittent masculine groans and feminine moans. (Zuben: I guess he regret was only a transient thing)

In another room, the other men were watching the goings on with annoyance. Zeyuan looked down at his bulging front, and took a long drink of the red wine in his hand.

‘He got one step ahead.’

Qiye walked to the door, Muchen asked, ‘Where are you off to?’

‘Take a shower.’ He replied.

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In his bathroom, cold water poured down Qiye’s body. Over his exquisite face, a perfect masterpiece by god (Zuben: retch), down his muscled bronze skin that oozed strong masculinity. (Zuben: retch)

He braced his hands against the wall, taking deep breaths, but no matter what he did, he was still hard. (Zuben: There are many solutions to the problem that don’t require giving yourself unnecessary frost bite)

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In the morning, the sun woke Mo Yan from her deep sleep. Her charming visage, refreshed by the Yi’s lust, emitted a demonic enchantment. She turned to see Yi’s sleeping face beside her, looking very relaxed and childlike, she laughed.

Her laughter woke him, his eyes opened slowly, looking about in a daze before waking fully.

‘Sleep well.’ He asked, his voice gruff from sleep.

Just as Mo Yan wanted to speak, there was a frantic knock at the door.

‘Yi, come quick! A Ye has a fever!’ They heard Hanyu call from the other side of the door.

(Zuben: The rate at which people get fevers in this world is a bit much. After a cold shower?)

Yi frowned and shot out of bed. He quickly put on his clothes, and went out.

Hanyu picked up a lounge dress for Mo Yan and went to her side. Seeing her expression was a bit worried, he planted a light kiss on her eyebrow,

‘He’s alright. He just drank too much yesterday and didn’t blow dry his hair after his shower.’

Mo Yan nodded and rose, putting on the dress he held up for her, ‘I’ll go and see him as well.’

He stared at her body, seeing the marks Yi left, he said, ‘It’s seems Yi fed you well last night.’ His light tone could not hide his jealousy.

He held her tightly, looking like a little aggrieved boy, at the same time he was looking stubborn. Mo Yan smiled indulgently, and stood on tip toe to kiss his lips,

‘Darling, don’t be angry.’ She said softly before slipping out of his grasp and left the room.

Hanyu watched her go. He knew she could only comfort them like this, after all, it was hard to take into account all of their feelings. At least, she was willing to accept them.

 

179 Take your medicine.

Mo Yan entered Qiye’s from in the castle for the first time. It was very different from the one in the Di Mao building. There things had a slightly warmer tone, but here, the colour scheme was white, blue and black. Rigid and resolute like him.

But at this moment he was lying in bed weakly. His hair was damp with sweat, and his face was contorted in discomfort. (Zuben: When it’s not malaria?)

As Yi was about to insert a needle in his arm, Qiye grabbed his arm tightly staring at Yi with a cold, unfeeling glare.

Mo Yan stared at them suspiciously, ‘He…’ (Zuben: is afraid of needles)

No one spoke; everyone had their own little secrets, and they are best told by the owner. (Zuben: Do they let you have secrets, Mo Yan?)

‘Hm, maybe his fever will go down by itself. ‘Yi said putting his treatment things away, ‘make sure he takes his medicine at noon.’

He rose from the chair that had been placed beside Qiye’s bed, ‘I’m going out, I’ll see you later.’ He said, but then suddenly remembered that everyone had something to do, ‘Who’s around today?’

Sure enough, there was silence. (Zuben: If it’s Mo Yan, they’ll all “work from home.”)

‘I’m home today. What should I do?’ Mo Yan said, stepping forward.

‘Well, if he starts to burn up try to get him to sweat.’ He said stroking her lips, ‘Feed him light foods. That’s all. Call us if anything changes for the worse.’

They filed out.

‘Is it alright to leave her alone with him?’ Zeyuan asked with a worried frown.

Muchen patted his shoulder, ‘It will be fine. He is still aware of people he is familiar with.’

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Mo Yan looked over Qiye, his face had a slight trace of redness, but he didn’t seem in any discomfort. He was sleeping.

She picked up a book (Zuben: Good old brownies) and sat beside his bed, reading till it was noon. She got the glass of water and medication and sat beside him on the bed.

‘Ah Ye, wake up and take your medicine.’ She called softly, shaking him gently.

He grabbed her arm and rolled her under him. His gaze was sharp and deadly sending cold chills down her spine. The pain of his grip made her frown; when she thought about it, this was the first time she had ever approached him while he was asleep. She stroked his face with her free hand and said soothingly,

‘A Ye, it’s me. Don’t be afraid…’ (Zuben: Be not afraid, my walking penis. Tis I, your fragrant sex doll)

She leaned up to hip and gave him a kiss on his cheek. He suddenly relaxed and slumped on her for a moment, before sliding off. She looked at his sleeping face, and made a decision. She put the medicine in her mouth and leaned over him, using her tongue awkwardly, (Zuben: She hasn’t had as much practice as they have) she pryed open his teeth and put the pill into his mouth. She fed him water the same way. After making sure he had swallowed, she relaxed.

 

180 Fever

There was a gentle knock, startling Mo Yan from her nap. Last night, Yi did it all night so she was still a little tired.

‘Miss Mo,’ a gentle voice called from beyond the door, ‘we have brought the porridge. Would you like it brought in?’

She rose to look at Qiye, he was still fast asleep, so she went to the door and opened it.

The maid was waiting patiently.

‘No,’ she said, ‘He is still asleep.’

‘Alright.’ The maid left.

‘I wonder if his fever has subsided.’ She said to herself, as she returned to his bedside. She placed the back of her hand on his forehead, he was not hot. She was relieved, but he still looked uncomfortable. She felt his neck, ears and chest, his temperature felt normal, but the light perspiration she could feel worried her. (Zuben: You should put a thermometer up his butt, or a big leek!)

She could hear him moan, ‘Cool…comfortable…’ so she relaxed and took her hand away, but when she did he moaned,

‘Too hot…’

Mo Yan picked up a thermometer and checked his temperature, he was burning up again. She quickly took a towel that had been in a bowl of ice water to cool him down, after a while, nothing changed. Qiye was moaning and frowning in discomfort.

She remembered that Yi had told her to get him to sweat should he begin burning up again. But how could she make him sweat? She couldn’t lift him to take him to a sauna. (Zuben: Blankets?) Suddenly an idea popped into her head, that made her a bit embarrassed. But looking at him in pain, she decided to just dive in.

She had already taken off his night clothes when she tried to wipe his sweat. He was just left with sexy bullet type briefs that covered his hugeness. She was intimidated by the mass underneath the cloth, but after a moment’s hesitation, she pressed her cool hands on his abdomen. His groan of relief made her soft.

She slowly drew down his underwear and his strong male musk hit her senses. She suddenly felt her flower cave shrink and loosen. She blushed, but her pretty eyes were full of shy curiosity. Amongst the dense jungle of hair, lay his thick hot iron. When she touched him, he immediately hardened. She became flustered, she looked at him.

Although, she had pleasured him with her mouth, hands and pussy before, he had been awake. (Zuben: And forcing himself on you) Why does she feel like she was attacking him right now? Was this really okay? (Zuben; Other options are available to you) She frowned trying to make a decision, but he moaned sounding like he was in pain. (Zuben: It’s only a fever! It’s not like he’s dying! Even if he was dying, let him!) She gently grasped the meatstick in her hands, she could hear his sigh of relief. So she quickly began to rub his cock up and down teasing the hole every so often.

‘Hmm~’ he groaned, ‘so comfortable… more~’ his pale face began to go ruddy with lust. She lowered her head and licked the head, as she stroked up and down the stem and balls. His sexy moans made her completely immersed in what she was doing.

Zuben's small theatre:

'Ye is dead!'

'What happened Yan'er, you were supposed to take care of him?'

'Well, I gave him medicine, but the fever didn't come down. And I remember you said get him to sweat. So, I got all the blankets in the house to cover him with, and lay on it for good measure!'

'...'

'You suffocated him.'

'Oopsy~' One down and four to go...tee hee☆

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