The long spear pressed against Yao Yue's entrance, then gently rubbed against it. A transparent liquid seeped from the tip of the spear, resembling glue but served as a lubricant instead.
Ye Chen slowly thrust in, and Yao Yue's eyes widened immediately. It was an indescribable sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure. This pleasure wasn't sourced physically, but rather mentally, akin to a bird finding its nest.
Heaving heavily...
Ye Chen thrust completely in, finally reaching the deepest part, pushing the entire thing inside. Yao Yue felt an intense pain, a feeling that made her want to die. Yao Yue exclaimed, "Be gentle, it hurts so much!"
