The follower, whose hand had been forcibly pulled away, was somewhat bewildered. He was enjoying himself when his hand was suddenly pulled away, which annoyed him, but he couldn't do anything about it. His strength was too weak; the couple in front of him could easily take him down with a wave of their hands. So, even though he was unhappy, he dared not speak out. Moreover, he only had the opportunity to play with the beautiful girl in front of him because the man in front of him had given him the chance, so he dared not say anything even more. He could only watch closely as the couple did what they wanted. Fortunately, even when Qing Ye was having sex with Ying Huanhuan, he still kept Ying Huanhuan's right leg high, so the follower still had something to watch.
Watching his goddess being pinned down and fucked by another man, the follower felt a little unhappy, like his beloved toy had been taken away. However, he also knew that this girl never belonged to him; he had only gotten this rare opportunity due to temporary good fortune. Moreover, the follower felt a strange kind of excitement at this moment, because even if she was a goddess, so what?
Isn't it still the same to be pinned down and fucked by a man?
Won't it still be the same to be fucked until you scream out in lewdness?
Won't it still be the same to be made to leak juices?
The mouth above is open, emitting lewd sounds, while the mouth below is sucking on a man's penis, performing lewd acts.
And later, she might even be penetrated by the penis of such a nobody as herself. Even a goddess would still be pinned down and fucked by such a nobody as herself, wouldn't she?
Even a goddess would still be fucked until she screams out in lewdness by such a nobody as herself, wouldn't she?
Even a goddess would still be made to leak juices by such a nobody as herself, wouldn't she?
Just thinking about it makes the follower feel incredibly excited.
"Hmm?"
While fantasizing, the follower noticed that Qing Ye's left hand was still hanging limply at his sides. This made his eyes light up slightly. He looked up at Qing Ye and saw that Qing Ye had given him a look in return. He understood Qing Ye's thoughts. He hadn't expected that Qing Ye would still want to keep him entertained even while having sex with other women. This made him incredibly happy. Of course, he wouldn't disappoint Qing Ye. His hand immediately went to Ying Huanhuan's left breast and began to play with it. Although he still wanted to penetrate Ying Huanhuan's vagina, Qing Ye's penis was currently inside her, and it wasn't appropriate for him to play with her lower body. It was trembling too much, constantly shaking, making it difficult to get started. So, the follower could only settle for Ying Huanhuan's breasts, incidentally making up for the feelings he hadn't fully experienced earlier.
Lin Dong watched this scene with a burning desire. This was a real, unexpected sight: two men simultaneously fondling his wife. It was different from before; previously, at most one man would hold her down while the other played with her. Now, two men were working together, one attacking her genitals, filling her wetness, while the other sneakily fondled her breasts. Although their coordination was mediocre, and both men had one hand free, the scene was enough to shock Lin Dong. He gripped his penis tightly, eagerly anticipating the pleasure of ejaculation.
Equally excited was Qing Ye. While he was fucking Ying Huanhuan, he watched his follower fondle her breasts. The scene was incredibly stimulating. He had just finished what he had been thinking about, and now he had found the opportunity to take such a big step forward. He was now playing with his beloved Huanhuan with another stranger, which filled Qing Ye with energy. However, after two minutes of thrusting, he felt the urge to ejaculate. He didn't want to stop now; he felt that after his follower's ministrations and his own rest, Ying Huanhuan should be close to climaxing. So he increased his speed, rubbing his penis faster inside her vagina to help her reach orgasm more quickly.
"Ah...ah..." Ying Huanhuan was indeed close to climaxing. The stimulation of the rapid thrusting of the penis was incomparable to that of fingers, so Qing Ye brought her to orgasm as well, causing a brief blankness in her mind. After about a minute, Ying Huanhuan felt the penis inside her penetrate deeply into her vagina, the glans pressing firmly against her cervix. Then, a wave of hot liquid washed over her sensitive cervix, and it was this intense stimulation that brought her to orgasm. She cried out, the sound lingering endlessly. Her body arched upwards from the orgasm, but then something unexpected happened. Ying Huanhuan forgot that because her right leg was being lifted high by Qing Ye, she was only leaning her left shoulder against the tree trunk. This arching of her body caused her left shoulder to slip off the tree trunk, and she fell forward.
Upon seeing Ying Huanhuan fall forward, the follower seemed oblivious, perhaps because he hadn't yet reacted. However, his lack of reaction didn't mean others hadn't. When Ying Huanhuan was halfway down, Qing Ye reacted instinctively. Lost in lust and the urge to ejaculate, he didn't think much of it. After all, he was currently climaxing, and his penis was still inside the girl's body. If Ying Huanhuan fell, it would break his penis. So, Qing Ye swiftly raised his left hand, wrapped it around Ying Huanhuan's left waist, grabbed her right breast, and held her firmly in his arms. Then, amidst Ying Huanhuan's moans of orgasm, he ejaculated all his semen inside her.
Qing Ye reacted incredibly quickly, which would normally be remarkable, but this time was different. With Qing Ye's arm encircling Ying Huanhuan's body, Ying Huanhuan suddenly had three hands on her. One of Qing Ye's hands was around Ying Huanhuan's body, grasping her right breast for stability; another hand was lifting her right leg; and the remaining hand was the one that was kneading Ying Huanhuan's left breast. The follower was slightly startled, but he quickly reacted and withdrew his hand, though it was still a little too late.
Although Ying Huanhuan's mind was somewhat blank from the intense pleasure of being penetrated during her climax, she quickly recovered and realized the strangeness of the moment. Ignoring her limp body from the orgasm, she used her spiritual energy to break the handcuffs on her hands. Turning around, she pushed against Qing Ye's chest with all her might, her only remaining foot on the ground pushing forward. She staggered a few steps, her left hand luckily touching a tree, which she leaned against. She quickly turned around, tearing off her blindfold with her right hand. In the dim light, she could vaguely see two figures. After a brief moment, the figures became clearer, and upon seeing a strange man beside Qing Ye, Ying Huanhuan screamed in surprise, her face turning bright red. She quickly straightened her clothes.
"Qing Ye, you..." After straightening her clothes, Ying Huanhuan, her face flushed, raised her right hand and pointed at Qing Ye. Although her face was red, it wasn't from shame, though that wasn't entirely absent; her blush was mostly due to anger. So, at this moment, Ying Huanhuan gritted her teeth, her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes wide, and her pretty face slightly contorted as she looked at Qing Ye. She never imagined that her body had been touched by another strange man.
"Uh... Huanhuan... um... let me explain..." Qing Ye stammered. He hadn't expected that his first time letting another man play with his wife would be discovered so quickly. This left him somewhat at a loss. Although he offered to explain, he couldn't think of any words. He had exposed Ying Huanhuan's actions, and he was the one who had brought the follower. Could he really say he didn't know why someone was here?
Who would believe that?
At least Ying Huanhuan wouldn't believe it. The man was right there, and his cultivation level wasn't high; how could Qing Ye not have noticed him?
Doesn't that mean Qing Ye tacitly approved of this man's presence?
Accepting a man's presence beside her just now means Qing Ye invited him to join in toying with her, doesn't it?
Otherwise, being so close, how could she have just watched?
Besides, there were definitely three hands on her just now, making it even harder to explain.
Seeing Ying Huanhuan glaring at him, Qing Ye was a little dumbfounded. They were just having fun, how could it have turned out like this?
And the one who ruined it wasn't just anyone, it was Qing Ye himself. If he hadn't wrapped his arms around Ying Huanhuan, she wouldn't have noticed there was someone else beside her. So now Qing Ye didn't know what to say. He could only move closer to Ying Huanhuan, trying to calm her down.
*Slap!*
Just as Qing Ye reached Ying Huanhuan, Ying Huanhuan swung her right hand, fingers together, behind her back. With lightning speed, she swung it forward, her palm and fingers almost instantly striking Qing Ye's left cheek. She then swung Qing Ye's head to the right, her hand detaching from his left side as his head turned. Her fingers then brushed across Qing Ye's face, her arm swinging to her left.
"How could you do this to me!"
After making the slapping motion, Ying Huanhuan roared. Without waiting for Qing Ye's reply, she flew off in one direction. She could accept Lin Dong letting her be played by another man, but that didn't mean she could accept Qing Ye letting her be played by another man.
Lin Dong was stunned by this scene. He hadn't expected things to turn out this way. He quickly composed himself and chased after Ying Huanhuan.
Qing Ye stood frozen on the ground, truly alone. He'd run off after Ying Huanhuan waved to him and flew away; he wasn't about to stand there foolishly. Although Ying Huanhuan hadn't pursued the matter, he was afraid Qing Ye might hold a grudge, so he'd run too, leaving Qing Ye sitting there dumbfounded.
"Huanhuan" stopped after Lin Dong had been following for a few minutes. Although it had only been a few minutes, at their speed, fifteen minutes was an absolute certainty for Qing Ye. Seeing Ying Huanhuan stop ahead, Lin Dong stopped beside her. As he landed, he saw Ying Huanhuan turn her head and look at him with a languid gaze. Lin Dong scratched his head awkwardly. Although Qing Ye had been in charge this time, Lin Dong hadn't stopped her, hadn't he?
So, he was partly responsible too.
"Lin Dong," Ying Huanhuan said softly. When she looked at Lin Dong, she didn't show the same anger she felt when she looked at Qing Ye. After all, she would have been willing if it were for Lin Dong. However, her heart was still somewhat unsettled. Even if she was willing, being touched by a third person without her knowledge still stirred something within her. She didn't say anything to Lin Dong, but instead leaned close to his chest, burying her head in his chest. After a long while, she said, "Lin Dong, I was touched by another man again."
"It's okay, I don't mind," Lin Dong didn't know what to say. He simply hugged Ying Huanhuan tighter and gently stroked her hair.
Ying Huanhuan was silent for a moment after hearing Lin Dong's words, then continued, "What did that other man do to me just now?"
"Well, after Qing Ye stopped behind me, I was summoned by Qing Ye," Lin Dong said truthfully. Then, when he looked down, he saw that Ying Huanhuan's ears were completely red.
Ying Huanhuan became even more shy. Hearing Lin Dong's words, she realized that not only had that stranger touched her breasts, but his lower body had also been violated, and that this had happened in front of her husband. She fell silent again, and after a while, she asked again softly, "Did you feel anything?"
"Uh..." Hearing Ying Huanhuan's direct question, Lin Dong was a little embarrassed, but he still said, "You liked it, didn't you?"
After hearing Lin Dong's words, Ying Huanhuan didn't speak; she just kept hugging him. After a few minutes, she finally uttered two words:
"Pervert."