Cheng Ruonan remembered the women from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect saying the first time would be a little painful, but she hadn't expected it to be this painful. She knew it was all Yang Cheng's fault for being too large.
Encountering such a formidable man on her first night, she was bound to suffer a bit.
"Ruonan, does it still hurt? Is it any better now?"
Yang Cheng asked softly. He had only entered two-thirds, seeing her in such pain, he dared not go further. But the sensation was too overwhelming for him; he desperately wanted to vent.
"A bit better, take it slower."
Cheng Ruonan kept panting, a fine layer of sweat forming on her forehead.
Hearing this, Yang Cheng could no longer control himself, surged forward fiercely, directly reaching the depths of her flower.
"Ah… it hurts… no!"
"I told you slowly, why did you put it all in? Am I torn apart?"
