Ying Huanhuan looked at Qing Ye, who stood in the doorway, a look of surprise on his face, holding the doorknob with one hand and pushing it open. Qing Ye also looked at Ying Huanhuan, who was sitting in a chair, draped in a dress, her breasts exposed. One hand rested on them, her index and middle fingers pinching an erect nipple while the other fingers dug into the flesh. A bright red spot faced him. Her clothes were all there, but her panties had been pushed aside, revealing the pink opening of her vagina. Another hand pressed against it, the tip of her middle finger even penetrating the interior. Her face flushed, her mouth slightly open as she looked at him in surprise. Neither of them spoke, just staring at each other.
Lin Dong was also watching Ying Huanhuan from inside the closet. He could see her surprised expression. Although he didn't know who it was, whoever it was must have taken in Ying Huanhuan's lewd behavior as she sat directly in front of the door. Thinking of Ying Huanhuan accidentally being seen naked, Lin Dong licked his lips in excitement.
Although Qing Ye's expression was one of surprise, he was actually beaming with joy. To Qing Ye, this wasn't a surprise; it was something he had planned long ago.
"Hehe, if you use that drug continuously, this won't happen. If you stop using it, you'll have a burst of desire every day. Even if it's only once, it's enough. I calculated it to be around this time. I thought it would be great to see Huanhuan disheveled in bed, but I didn't expect to run into her masturbating, and apparently getting ready for climax. This timing is perfect," Qing Ye said inwardly, his eyes scanning Ying Huanhuan's body. Although this wasn't the first time he had seen Ying Huanhuan's body, it was different now than when she was asleep. Now that she was awake, the meaning was completely different. Finally, his gaze lingered on Ying Huanhuan's lower body. His fingertips had already entered a little, and the wonderful place was still wet, which he wanted to penetrate deeper.
Ying Huanhuan also saw Qing Ye's gaze sweeping over her. Her mind, still swollen with pleasure, hadn't fully cleared yet. Only when she saw Qing Ye's gaze finally stop and point directly at her lower body did she fully clear her head. Then, immediately, she thought of her current situation. Her face immediately began to turn redder and redder, and her lips parted.
"Ah!!!"
A scream escaped Ying Huanhuan. She hurriedly tried to hide her lustful state. She pulled her hands back to her chest, shielding her breasts with both hands. She also tried to close her legs, but she couldn't. She realized she'd expended considerable spiritual energy holding them in place. Now, unable to move them, her face flushed even more. She removed her hands from her legs, but didn't retract them. Wasn't it as if she was deliberately exposing her lower body to Qing Ye? Thinking of this, Ying Huanhuan quickly lowered her hand, intending to use it to block out the view of her breasts. However, whether she overestimated her slender arms or underestimated her breasts, which, while not large, were still plump, her hand could only cover the sensitive area on top, leaving the larger, white breast flesh exposed. Combined with her upturned dress, her half-dressed panties, her hand covering her open legs, a slight sheen of moisture on her hand, and her shy face, her current position was even more alluring.
"You, get out!" Ying Huanhuan assumed what she considered a safe position and began to lash out at Qing Ye, who was still staring at her from the doorway. Her legs trembled slightly as she spoke. She paused, her body, now nearing climax, starting to itch. Especially the deepest part of her vagina, now covered by her palm, yearned for more pleasure. Ying Huanhuan herself endured the discomfort, but if reason hadn't just triumphed over desire, she would have probably continued and climaxed right in front of Qing Ye.
However, Qing Ye seemed to have ignored Ying Huanhuan's words, as if nothing had happened. He walked into the room with a smile on his face. Grabbing the doorknob, he gently pulled it, and the door slid past him, merging with the room behind him. He also walked around the table in front of the door and towards Ying Huanhuan. "What are you doing!" Ying Huanhuan glared at Qing Ye, her gaze fixed on him. She watched as Qing Ye silently passed by her right and disappeared from her sight. Although she couldn't see him, Ying Huanhuan knew he was moving around behind her.
Qing Ye himself then appeared in Lin Dong's sight. Seeing it was Qing Ye, Lin Dong knew this wasn't an accident; it had to be something he'd planned. After all, he hadn't even knocked. Even knowing it was Qing Ye's plan, Lin Dong had no intention of stopping him. This was exactly what he wanted to see, and seeing Qing Ye walking towards Ying Huanhuan only made him even more excited.
"Qing Ye, what are you doing!" Qing Ye finally stopped, landing behind Ying Huanhuan. Ying Huanhuan scolded him tenderly. She hadn't expected Qing Ye to not only not leave, but actually walk behind her. Now that she couldn't see Qing Ye behind her, she felt a surge of unease.
Qing Ye remained silent. He bent down, his head near Ying Huanhuan's neck, and blew gently against her rosy earlobe.
"Hmm..." Her body was extremely sensitive, and Ying Huanhuan moaned softly at Qing Ye's touch, but she immediately suppressed the sound, gritting her teeth to prevent any extraneous sound from escaping.
"I wasn't thinking anything, I just wanted to make you feel good," Qing Ye whispered softly in Ying Huanhuan's ear.
"You... hmm..." Ying Huanhuan was about to say something after hearing Qing Ye's words, but a wave of pleasure interrupted her as Qing Ye's left hand rested on her exposed shoulder. She was a little surprised. She hadn't expected Qing Ye's mere hand on her shoulder to bring her pleasure. The medicine Qing Ye had used was even more effective than the day before.
Qing Ye smiled wickedly behind Ying Huanhuan. The previous medicine had only had some effect. Only after stopping and waiting for the onset of the disease would the true effects begin to take effect. The effectiveness of the increased sensitivity was determined by the number of days the medicine was used. However, his own medicine was only average. If applied after ten days, the increased effect would not be as noticeable. Therefore, Qing Ye only applied it for ten days, and the amount he had was only enough for ten days.
Seeing the effect on Ying Huanhuan, Qing Ye felt a surge of joy. Although he knew the medicine was effective, it was now much better than he had imagined. He hadn't wasted his money on this thing, nor had he wasted the time and risk he had taken to apply the medicine to Ying Huanhuan at night. Now was the beginning of the harvest.
Qing Ye's left hand began to move from Ying Huanhuan's shoulder to her neck, then slid down along her collarbone toward her breast. He lowered his head, watching his hand get closer and closer to Ying Huanhuan's snow-white breast. He licked his lips in excitement. He could finally touch the sensitive part of the girl he loved while she was awake. But just as he was about to touch the soft flesh, a slender hand grabbed his hand, preventing him from moving any further.
"Don't go too far, Qing Ye," Ying Huanhuan said tenderly, her right hand leaving its position to grasp Qing Ye's left hand tightly.
Although Ying Huanhuan resisted, Qing Ye wasn't about to let it go. How could he let this hard-earned opportunity go to waste? And with the tender flesh already within his grasp, was he going to give up like that? Impossible! This drug would only work this once; there would be no such opportunity again. If he didn't succeed, he would die! Qing Ye looked down at the girl sitting in the chair beneath him, his desire swelled within him.
"Gulp!" Just as Qing Ye looked down at Ying Huanhuan's delicate, white body, a brighter color appeared in his field of vision, drawing his attention. He saw the girl's hand, which had been protecting her breasts, shift from its original position due to its grip on his own, exposing the two bright red spots it was supposed to be protecting. The two bright red spots then stood out against the peak of her snow-white breasts, so conspicuous that Qing Ye couldn't help but swallow.
"Ah!" Qing Ye's "Gulp" sounded in Ying Huanhuan's ears. She looked down, realizing her current situation and screaming in surprise. But she didn't know what to do. Should she let go of Qing Ye's hand and let him do whatever he wanted? Or should she just hold onto his hand and continue covering her breasts? That would pull Qing Ye's hand down, bringing it directly to her breasts, making it seem as if she were holding his hand and wanting him to touch her.