Feeling Qing Ye's hand about to touch her, Ying Huanhuan pursed her lips tightly, clenching her teeth. Having experienced this before, she knew the potion Qing Ye had applied to her was potent, so she braced herself for Qing Ye's touch, lest she scream out at the first sign of pleasure, appearing to be in complete and utter pleasure. While this was true, and Ying Huanhuan knew she would eventually give in and scream, she would endure it for as long as she could. Right now, her heart wouldn't allow her to scream out from the very start of Qing Ye's play. Perhaps that might change in the future, but that was a matter for the future. At least, not now.
However, after Ying Huanhuan had prepared herself, the expected pleasure didn't emanate from her chest. Not only did it not feel any pleasure, there wasn't even a touch. Although Ying Huanhuan was a little puzzled, she knew Qing Ye's hand was still beside her, so she remained prepared to accept the pleasure. After more than ten seconds, feeling Qing Ye's lack of movement, she slowly opened her eyes, feeling strange. However, just as the light entered her pupils and the image before her eyes was still unclear, a pair of hands suddenly closed, gripping her snow-white breasts.
A wave of pleasure instantly reached her, and a pleasant sound rose from her throat. Fortunately, she had prepared in advance, reducing the sound, but a little bit still escaped, causing a low moan to escape from Ying Huanhuan's cherry lips. However, she was probably the only one who could hear it. Ying Huanhuan's slightly opened eyes closed again, and her face flushed a little.
Qing Ye, watching intently, naturally took in the shift in Ying Huanhuan's expression. His lips curled slightly, and he smirked at the blushing, pursed lips, topless girl beside him. Although he hadn't heard the girl's first moan of the night, that didn't dampen his good mood. He knew Ying Huanhuan was definitely suppressing her pleasure, and her fleeting change in expression told a lot. Qing Ye still had faith in the potion's effectiveness, secretly convincing himself that his fortune hadn't been squandered.
Although he couldn't make Ying Huanhuan scream right away, it was more in line with Qing Ye's wishes. It would have been pointless to make the girl scream right from the start. Only by letting her slowly release herself in his grasp, letting her moan gradually, and finally sinking into his grasp, could he find that more enjoyable, satisfying, and rewarding feeling. Furthermore, the way Ying Huanhuan shyly held back a sound was a uniquely charming sight.
Qing Ye's hands began to slowly caress Ying Huanhuan's breasts, stimulating her sensitive areas through her underwear. Like a scan, he moved up and down her chest, but only on the surface of her underwear, not touching her breast flesh. Occasionally, he would gently close his fingers around her breasts, but they would quickly bounce back to their original rounded shape.
Ying Huanhuan also felt the caress and pleasure on her breasts. Although Qing Ye didn't touch her skin directly, but played with her through her underwear, the thin fabric didn't offer much of a protection. After all, it wasn't meant to block a man's touch. So, even with Qing Ye's play through her underwear, Ying Huanhuan still felt very comfortable. Especially when Qing Ye's fingers scraped against her nipples, the pleasure was particularly intense, causing her brows to furrow.
Qing Ye's hands roamed restlessly over Ying Huanhuan's breasts. Even after several minutes of this, Ying Huanhuan showed no sign of letting go. He remained unhurried, continuing to caress her gently. There was no need to engage in a battle of wits and courage like he had that night. His original goal had been to play with Ying Huanhuan's body without resistance, and now that he had achieved it, there was no need to press further. Although Ying Huanhuan still seemed somewhat resistant, Qing Ye believed she would gradually adapt. Then, she would no longer resist, but seek it.
After a while, after Qing Ye's caressing, Ying Huanhuan was no longer as nervous as she had been at the beginning. Her body began to relax, and she raised her head, which had been lowered, and leaned against the back of the chair. Her face remained blushing, her eyes tightly closed. Although there were no pleasant moans to add to the excitement, even watching Ying Huanhuan endure it was a source of enjoyment for Qing Ye.
Qing Ye saw that Ying Huanhuan had begun to relax somewhat, and he thought it was time. He gave her a mischievous smile, his hands still caressing her breasts. But this time, when his hands reached the top of her breasts and were about to move downward, his fingers, which had been facing each other, turned upwards, slightly bent, and hooked their fingertips on the top edge of her undergarment. Then, he pulled downwards, and the undergarment was lifted off. Ying Huanhuan's pair of white breasts were freed from their restraints and jumped out. Qing Ye also loosened the undergarment, letting it fall downwards. Before Ying Huanhuan could react, his hands instantly grasped the exposed breasts.
"Ah! Hmm..." She felt a coolness on her chest, and then a cloth with a little of her body temperature fell on her waist. Ying Huanhuan immediately opened her eyes, lowered her head, and then watched Qing Ye's hands control her snow-white breasts in her blurred vision. While she was still in a daze, a feeling of pleasure was transmitted from the place where Qing Ye touched to Ying Huanhuan's still dazed mind, making her unable to help but scream.
After hearing Ying Huanhuan's moan, Qing Ye, like a soldier hearing the call to charge, abandoned the gentle caress he had just given her while her underwear was still on her body and began to violently stimulate her snow-white breasts, kneading them into various shapes, not sparing the two nipples at the top, which had not yet erected and were still soft. His left thumb fiddled with the tender buds, teasing their tips, while his right index finger and thumb simultaneously pressed against that delicate spot, preventing it from escaping his grip.
"Ah... mmm... mmm..." The sudden pleasure caught Ying Huanhuan off guard, causing her blockade to fail for a moment, and a moan escaped her lips. However, her shyness still stimulated her awakening, and she immediately began to strengthen her defenses. Her hands could no longer rest leisurely on her thighs, but raised them to tightly seal the outlet of the sound. The defense quickly took effect, and the moan was suppressed again. The intensity of the movement caused Ying Huanhuan to glance at Qing Ye to her left. After seeing him looking at her with a smirk, Ying Huanhuan immediately blushed and turned her head to the right, not daring to look at the person next to her.
Qing Ye remained undeterred by Ying Huanhuan's actions. Although he failed to elicit further cries from Ying Huanhuan, he managed to suppress them, eliminating her moans to enhance her pleasure. However, with the precious jade in hand, his success was exceptionally fruitful. Qing Ye also knew that as long as he continued to tease the girl's body, she would surely moan again. So, he focused on the soft flesh in his hands, toying with her breasts. He could even feel the previously tender red nipples slowly hardening.
Lin Dong, watching from the closet, was also aroused. He watched Ying Huanhuan, his beloved wife, just meters away, right before his eyes, allowing someone else to strip her clothes and play with her sensitive breasts. Her face wore the expression of someone who, despite clearly enjoying herself physically, was suppressing a cry out of shyness, though still letting out occasional moans. Seeing this, he couldn't help but want to continue to play with her. Watching Ying Huanhuan shyly turn her head away, her breasts being toyed with by Qing Ye, Lin Dong felt a surge of excitement rising within him.
"Huanhuan, your nipple is already hard." Qing Ye felt the nipple in his hand fully erect, and he couldn't help but feel secretly delighted. Ying Huanhuan's body was becoming more and more sensitive. By slowly letting her get used to his play, it would be easier for him in the future. "Huanhuan, I told you yesterday, I'll definitely make you feel good."
"Hmm..." Ying Huanhuan blushed and shook her head. Although she still felt some resistance within, her body honestly indicated she was feeling quite comfortable.
Qing Ye only gave Ying Huanhuan a mischievous smile upon her denial, and stopped saying the embarrassing things. He was afraid Ying Huanhuan would chase him away in anger and shame. Although Qing Ye was confident that the drug would make Ying Huanhuan feel so comfortable that she would find it hard to resist, and she had agreed to his play, Qing Ye felt it was better to be a little more comfortable, not afraid of losing the fun after getting used to it. T
onight was only their first time. Qing Ye was now carefully toying with the soft jade in his hand. Although he had played with it many times in the past, he had either been cautious, fearing to wake Ying Huanhuan, or he had been aggressive that night, hoping to make her lose control. This had prevented him from fully appreciating the girl's beauty. But now, he could admire her shy expression while toying with her sensitive body.
Although Ying Huanhuan's breasts weren't very large, they were perfectly round and beautifully shaped. Combined with her snow-white skin, they looked like a curled-up white rabbit. While they lacked elasticity, they were incredibly soft. Qing Ye could clearly feel his fingers sinking into the flesh with just the slightest pressure.