Hearing the words, Ying Huanhuan's face turned red again and she began to struggle, muttering, "No, you pervert!"
"Hehehe, be good and listen, or I won't let you go," Lin Dong said wickedly.
In the end, struggling to no avail, Ying Huanhuan could only blush and nod, agreeing to Lin Dong's unreasonable request.
"Hmph, pervert!" Ying Huanhuan glared at him again after Lin Dong released her, spat softly under her breath, then walked over to a chair in the middle of the hall and sat down. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," Lin Dong nodded. He turned around, opened the closet door, and crawled in, closing it behind him. Unlike before, this time the left door closed tightly, leaving the right a crack. From inside, Lin Dong could just see Ying Huanhuan sitting in the middle chair.
"You, why are you hiding in the closet again?" Ying Huanhuan asked, though it wasn't the first time she'd seen Lin Dong crawl into a closet. Unlike before, she could speak now, so she asked.
But Lin Dong didn't reply, simply staring at her from the crack in the closet.
"Hmm, hum." Seeing that Lin Dong didn't respond, Ying Huanhuan pursed her lips, then lowered her head to look at her body before beginning to unbutton her shirt.
Under normal circumstances, Ying Huanhuan wouldn't have agreed to Lin Dong's request for masturbation, but today, Ying Huanhuan had been burning with desire all day. Recalling Qing Ye's caress from the previous nights, coupled with Lin Dong's teasing, Ying Huanhuan felt a surge of arousal, so she agreed to Lin Dong's request.
Soon, the buttons on Ying Huanhuan's shirt were undone. She pinched the shirt and pulled it to the sides, revealing her breasts, which were wrapped in a blue and white striped undergarment. She pinched the bottom edge of the undergarment with both hands and pulled it upward, exposing a pair of tender, white breasts to the air.
Ying Huanhuan lowered her head, her face turning a shade of pink at the sight of her exposed breasts. She stole a glance to her left, and upon seeing the fiery gaze in the closet, she lowered her head even further, her face flushing even more. After a moment's lust subsided, she cupped her breasts with both hands from below and began to gently massage them.
"Hmm..." Perhaps because she had been suppressing her lust all day, a wave of pleasure washed over her with just a gentle massage. She paused her movements, and a clear, delicate moan escaped her lips. Although Qing Ye wasn't present, and only Lin Dong was watching, Ying Huanhuan kept her voice down because she was engaging in something as shameful as masturbation.
After the initial wave of pleasure subsided, Ying Huanhuan, having tasted the sweetness, naturally refused to let it end. She continued to knead her snow-white breasts, bringing another wave of pleasure. This time, however, Ying Huanhuan didn't stop. She knew she couldn't stop to experience more pleasure, so she could only savor the pounding pleasure while continuing to move, ensuring she didn't lose control of her pleasure.
"Hmm..." As the pleasure arrived, Ying Huanhuan's movements gradually intensified. She was no longer content to simply knead the snow-white breasts. Her fingers subconsciously began to slowly move towards the two bright red spots on the snowy peaks. As her moans grew louder, her fingers finally crossed the long snowy ground and reached the pink peak. The two fingers moved closer together, and then their fingertips clamped around the sweet spot at the very top.
"Ah..." Ying Huanhuan cried out in pleasure, even more intense than before. Her head tilted upwards, hot breath emanating from her lips, her hands still throbbing. Though intense, the pleasure was far from enough to satisfy her. Her fingers abandoned their assault on her breast flesh and began to stimulate her sensitive nipples instead. She could feel them slowly hardening under her hands.
Ying Huanhuan leaned her head against the soft back of the chair, her rosy face turned upward. No longer suppressing her voice, her mouth let out the sounds of pleasure, echoing throughout the room. The once quiet room became heated by these sounds.
As the pleasure grew, Ying Huanhuan began to feel a slight tingling sensation in her lower body. She began to rub her thighs together, hoping to alleviate the tingling sensation, but it didn't work. After a brief pause, she continued her movements. Accompanied by bursts of sounds, her left hand began to leave her chest, her fingertips moving down along her smooth belly. When her fingertips reached her waist, Ying Huanhuan's legs slowly bent upward, stopping their upward momentum when her knees were level with her chest. She then slowly spread her legs apart, revealing the scenery beneath her skirt. A glimpse of the blue and white striped clothing was visible, but as her thighs spread apart, the skirt suddenly fell from her waist, obscuring the newly revealed view.
Ying Huanhuan finally opened her legs as wide as she could. Feeling that Lin Dong could now see her lower body, she found a comfortable position and leaned back against the chair. She then placed her thighs on the chair's armrests, resting her knees on them. Once she was in the right position, Ying Huanhuan's left hand continued downwards. To avoid getting her skirt wet, she first grasped the skirt covering her lower body, then pulled it up, revealing the scenery it had previously obscured. Now, Ying Huanhuan's blue and white striped panties were clearly visible. However, a closer look revealed that the panties, originally only blue and white, now had four colors. A small area on the top of the panties had two different colors: gray, where the white had been soaked, and dark blue, where the blue had been soaked. While it wasn't very noticeable—only a thin vertical line of these two colors—they still made the otherwise normal panties appear somewhat obscene.
Ying Huanhuan's left hand finally landed on the panties. She just moved down a little and touched the area with two new colors. Her hand completely landed on it, and then she bent her fingers slightly and slid her fingertips across it.
"Ah..." With just a light stroke, Ying Huanhuan felt intense pleasure surge, her body trembling at the slightest touch. Her hands paused, and her legs tucked together. If she hadn't locked them against the armrest, her legs, which had only just been opened, would have closed again. The two new colors, originally a small vertical line, spread outward.
Ying Huanhuan looked up, and two streams of spiritual energy surged out, firmly securing her legs to the armrest. She leaned her head back against the chair, and resumed her movements. Her mouth continued to exhale fragrance, her right hand continued to knead her snow-white breasts, and her left hand began to stimulate her vagina through her panties.
Ying Huanhuan's moans began to align with the movements of his hands. Her nipples were now fully erect, their once soft pink flesh transformed into bright red, their shape changing with the movement of his fingers. His right hand had at some point pushed her panties aside, revealing her slit and the nipple at the top, while his middle finger began to stroke it up and down.
Lin Dong, watching Ying Huanhuan masturbating outside from the closet, felt his body heat up. Even he rarely saw Ying Huanhuan and the others engaging in this kind of activity, and what he saw now was different from what he had seen before. Previously, he had watched openly, but now, he was "secretly" watching from inside the closet. This felt strange and arousing, giving Lin Dong a strange feeling.
Gradually, Lin Dong felt Ying Huanhuan's moans becoming increasingly louder, and his breathing became heavier. He stared at Ying Huanhuan inside the room, his hands pressed against the closet door, ready to pounce on her as soon as she reached orgasm.
Ying Huanhuan also felt her continued pleasure nearing its climax. Her movements quickened, her eyes blurry, her mouth widening considerably, and melodious moans emanated from within, proclaiming her pleasure and reaching her first climax of the night.
The sound of a door opening echoed through the moaning-filled room. Unlike the clear moans, this sound was blaring, so out of place, yet it reached the ears of the two people inside.
Lin Dong's heart skipped a beat, then a surge of excitement.
Ying Huanhuan didn't stop at the sudden noise, continuing to experience the same pleasure. However, since the sound came from in front of her, she raised her head and looked forward. What she saw was Qing Ye's face, frozen in surprise. Ying Huanhuan froze as well, her movements pausing.
The room, once filled with moans, suddenly became quiet. Any movement would now reach the ears of everyone present.