The follower desperately wanted to turn and run, but he knew his strength was too low to escape, so he remained standing. Perhaps it was also related to Qing Ye's smile; the follower felt that Qing Ye's calm demeanor didn't suggest she intended to kill him. Even so, he didn't dare approach Qing Ye's beckoning gesture and could only stand there, stunned, unsure what to do.
Then, the follower saw Qing Ye beckon to him a second time and nod. This confused him further. But then he saw Qing Ye beckon again, and then point to the girl beneath her. This simple gesture left the follower completely dumbfounded; perhaps he couldn't believe his eyes. He never expected Qing Ye to make such a move.
"Could it be..." the follower murmured to himself, imagining something. His eyes widened slightly, and after a gulp, his Adam's apple bobbed. He was somewhat incredulous. He might have gotten the chance to touch the girl beneath the man in front of him, but the reality was before him. He didn't know if it was a trap, but it didn't matter. He just wanted to move forward. If it wasn't a trap, he would have received a windfall. If that were the case, he would die without regrets. If it was a trap, he would just die anyway. With no way to escape, he had no other choice. So, after a moment's hesitation, he pulled up his pants and walked forward. If he could play with the girl beneath the man, he wouldn't need to wear pants. If he was going to die, wearing them wouldn't make any difference. However, he still controlled his steps slightly to avoid making any noise as he walked forward. Clinging to a sliver of hope, he headed towards Qing Ye and Ying Huanhuan.
The follower hadn't been hiding very far, only a dozen meters away, but it still took him a long time to reach Ying Huanhuan and Qing Ye. Although he was somewhat afraid, his eyes were involuntarily drawn to Ying Huanhuan. The closer he got, the more beautiful she seemed. Even though a large part of her face was hidden by the blindfold, it couldn't conceal her charm. Her flushed cheeks and slightly parted, panting red lips spoke volumes about her allure. Although they had only met a few hours ago, Ying Huanhuan's appearance had already left a deep impression on his heart.
Upon reaching Ying Huanhuan and Qing Ye, the follower stopped. He tried to shift his gaze from Ying Huanhuan to Qing Ye, who still wore a smile, which momentarily eased his anxiety.
Seeing his follower looking at him, Qing Ye smiled and nodded. Although his expression remained unchanged, his inner excitement was surging. He was getting closer and closer. He imagined himself playing with Huanhuan's body with another man, fucking the girl who would become his wife. This made Qing Ye's heart pound uncontrollably. Although a stranger was standing in front of him, this was a crucial step for Qing Ye, and he couldn't wait to continue.
However, even with his eagerness, Qing Ye needed to be prepared to minimize the risks. So, he did his best to suppress his surging excitement. He raised his left hand, wrapped in Yuan energy, to his follower, indicating that he couldn't use his left hand, and that it had to be wrapped in Yuan energy. After doing this, he asked his follower if he understood.
The follower saw Qing Ye's gesture and understood what Qing Ye meant: only the left hand could be used, and it needed to be enveloped in Yuan energy. Qing Ye's actions further confirmed his suspicions. The girl beneath the man certainly didn't know this; otherwise, why would she only gesture instead of speaking?
Although the follower didn't know why Yuan energy was needed, he didn't care about the consequences to get the opportunity. Before, he could only watch; now he had a chance to play, so why waste it?
Seeing that the follower was somewhat clever, Qing Ye nodded in satisfaction. Since everything was ready, Qing Ye didn't want to wait any longer. He raised his chin, signaling the follower to proceed.
Qing Ye's action caused the follower's face to widen in delight. His heart relaxed; he knew this wasn't a trap. Although he didn't know what would happen to him afterward, he felt it would be worth it even if he died. As the saying goes, "To die beneath a peony is to die romantically," especially with someone as exquisite as Ying Huanhuan. He stopped thinking about anything else, focusing only on how to make the most of this hard-won opportunity. But first, he had to take the first step. While the follower wanted to get straight to the point—to touch Ying Huanhuan's private parts—Qing Ye was standing right behind her, not very far apart. The follower couldn't just reach out directly. So, he reached out and targeted Ying Huanhuan's exposed breasts. In the blink of an eye, his hand was on where he wanted to go.
"Wow! So comfortable! This girl's skin is so silky smooth!"
Just a single touch sent a shiver down the follower's spine. The sensation from his fingers and palm was enough to make him lose himself in pleasure. He felt like he was dreaming. He never imagined he would one day be able to touch the breasts of such a beautiful girl. He had originally followed her simply to vent his pent-up frustrations. He had fantasized that the girl herself would be attracted to him and let him touch her. He never expected the opposite; it was the man who was attracted to him and gave him this opportunity to play with the girl. He didn't know if the man in front of him would give him a chance to have sex with this girl, but even if he couldn't, he was still very satisfied. He rarely had contact with women, so he cherished this opportunity. After touching Ying Huanhuan's snow-white breasts, he gently squeezed them: "Wow! Not only silky smooth, but also so soft. Even the most expensive fabric wouldn't feel this comfortable."
The follower squeezed... After a few strokes, he began to gently knead her breasts. He was afraid the unsuspecting girl would notice something amiss, so he didn't do anything else, simply rubbing Ying Huanhuan's breasts normally, occasionally pinching the rosy tips with his fingertips. His gaze was fixed on Ying Huanhuan's delicate face. Although the blindfold partially covered her, she was still beautiful in his eyes. However, he was puzzled. Even though he was kneading her breasts, she didn't make a sound. In fact, her reaction was minimal. When he watched Qing Ye do it earlier, even without a sound, her body would have reacted somewhat. The follower had no idea that Qing Ye was merely using the potion's effects; otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to make Ying Huanhuan so sensitive. Although he didn't see how the girl cried out in his hands, he noticed that every time he kneaded her breasts, the corners of her mouth and her delicate nose would slightly furrow. He knew his efforts weren't in vain, which gave him some motivation.
Ying Huanhuan, unaware that a third man had touched her, was confused as to why Qing Ye had suddenly stopped and made no further moves. This displeased Ying Huanhuan, who was beginning to feel an orgasm. Although she didn't particularly enjoy doing this with Qing Ye, she hoped he would put in some effort. The feeling of stopping after she had already reached arousal was unpleasant. Furthermore, the hand playing with her breasts felt off; it wasn't exactly smooth, but rather clumsy, like that of a beginner. Ying Huanhuan was completely unsure of what Qing Ye wanted to do.
Compared to Ying Huanhuan's confusion, Qing Ye was filled with boundless excitement. Although he had only touched Ying Huanhuan's breasts for less than a minute, his heart was in turmoil, feeling as if a whole day had passed. And while the waves of emotion were immense, they were also surprisingly gentle. Qing Ye had finally achieved what he wanted, even if it was just the beginning, it was a huge step forward. Initially, Qing Ye thought that seeing Ying Huanhuan being played with by another man was just a passing fancy, and that he would feel disgusted after seeing her being touched by someone else. But now, he had no such thoughts. Seeing Ying Huanhuan's breasts touched by a stranger, he felt no displeasure, only an overwhelming surge of excitement and pleasure.
Lin Dong watched this scene with equal excitement, just like Qing Ye. He sighed slightly, relieved that they had finally reached this point. His beloved wife had been touched by another man, and excitement surged within him. A picture flashed through his mind: Ying Huanhuan lying on the bed, surrounded by two men. She wasn't covering her eyes, but simply looked shyly at them, making no significant movements. The two men's hands roamed over her body, eliciting soft moans from his wife. The thought of this scene filled Lin Dong with uncontrollable excitement, and he quickened the pace of his hands to match his rising arousal.
Another minute passed. Qing Ye, breathing heavily, watched his follower kneading Ying Huanhuan's breasts. He realized he had fallen in love with the feeling. If before he had only thought it was exciting, now he was completely addicted. Qing Ye couldn't wait to see another man having sex with Ying Huanhuan. Originally, Qing Ye had only wanted his follower to touch Ying Huanhuan, but now a new thought had arisen in his mind, constantly pounding in his head, making him sink deeper and deeper. However, he knew that even if it came true, it would be a while. But excitement and desire spurred him to speed up a bit. He didn't want to watch his follower continue dawdling over Ying Huanhuan's breasts any longer. He took a small step back, just like before, and then lifted Ying Huanhuan's right leg with his right hand again. Ying Huanhuan's mons pubis was now exposed to his follower because of the raised leg.