Lend you my arm?

How does one lend an arm?

Wang Dahai couldn't quite grasp the meaning of her words at first.

He blankly reached out his arm, only to watch as Jiang Yiren grabbed it and held it in her embrace.

It was as if she was using his arm as a body pillow, hugging it to her chest.

Her back was facing Dahai, thus with her holding his arm, their posture somewhat resembled Dahai hugging her from behind.

Incredibly ambiguous.

This also resulted in her back pressing almost entirely against Dahai's body.

"Ugh~"

Jiang Yiren suddenly whispered softly, "Your underwear is wet, it's so cold."

"Uh... I just soaked in the hot spring, of course it's wet."

"Then take it off."

"..." Wang Dahai thought he had heard wrong.

After a while, he replied "Oh," and gently took off his underwear.

Some time passed, and Jiang Yiren said, "Take mine off too, it's so uncomfortable being damp."

Wang Dahai felt like his throat was about to start smoking.

His brain hadn't time to think too much before he helped her take it off as well.

With the wet clothing gone, Jiang Yiren wriggled her bottom, pushing back against him until she reached Dahai's lower abdomen.

And the strongly reacting Little Wang was tightly pressed against the beauty of her form.

Jiang Yiren let out a slightly contented sound and said, "Junior brother."

"Mmm, wha-what's wrong?"

"You can rub, but you're not allowed to go in, okay?"

Jiang Yiren's voice was muffled, seemingly very sleepy.

Her words left Wang Dahai not knowing what to say.

"Mmm, I, I won't," Wang Dahai promised.

Jiang Yiren suddenly turned her head, her large eyes shining like stars, and said, "You promise, if you go in, I won't talk to you anymore."

"Mmm, definitely not!"

Jiang Yiren smiled sweetly and said, "As long as you don't go in, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, she turned her head back and hugged his arm.

Her words echoed in Wang Dahai's head.

As long as he didn't enter, anything was fair game?

Did she really mean anything?

Wang Dahai wasn't sure, so he mustered up his courage and asked, "Senior sister, anything really goes?"

"Mmm." Jiang Yiren was somewhat shy and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I..."

"Alright, I already said anything goes, you figure it out yourself, okay, I'm going to sleep now."

"Okay."

She slept, but Wang Dahai couldn't sleep.

That sentence was like a direct invitation, hinting that aside from that one step, he could play with her body however he wanted.

Which man could resist such temptation?

Wang Dahai took a deep breath, feeling the tall and tender body in his arms, and slowly, he thrust his hips.

He felt the tenderness of the beauty seam, and also, its slickness.

Senior sister, she had already responded.

And her reaction was even more intense than his own.

Had she been holding back all this time?

Was she worried that she wouldn't be able to control herself, so she set the baseline in advance,

To avoid an unexpected event for which she was not yet prepared?

Having roughly figured out Jiang Yiren's inner thoughts, Wang Dahai felt more at ease.

He withdrew his arm from her grip.

He felt that Jiang Yiren's hand, which was holding his arm, was slightly tense.

Seemingly unwilling to let go of this arm.

Wang Dahai's hand didn't leave but settled on her cheek.

His fingertips traced over her exquisitely moving face.

Then gradually caressing down to her lips.

He pinched Jiang Yiren's lips, his fingers flipping them open, probing into her mouth, stroking her pearly teeth.

Then, mingled with her saliva, he stirred rather roughly in her mouth.

Jiang Yiren felt dazzled and disoriented by the stirring of his fingers.

She began to feel nervous, but as Dahai continued, she gradually lost herself, even taking the initiative to suck on his fingers.

Her little tongue was toyed with by his fingers, indescribably delightful.

After such play for a while, Dahai withdrew his finger, gliding over her chin and collarbone, grabbing hold of her fullness.

Instantly, Jiang Yiren's body tensed up.

Her waist curved into an arch.

Her buttocks instinctively thrust backward, trapping Wang tightly.

She let out a suppressed moan, Dahai pinching her chin, tilting her small face backward, and angling his head to kiss her mouth.

She didn't resist, instead extending her tongue actively for a passionate kiss with Dahai.

The emotions she deliberately suppressed finally erupted.

Wang Dahai's frantic kissing, the overwhelming male hormones nearly enveloping her, stirred all the excited cells in her body.

He grasped her fullness, kneading it wildly.

Jiang Yiren felt her body might be crushed by Dahai, this somewhat rough and violent force gave her a completely different sensation.

She liked this feeling.

With his hips thrusting, Dahai lingered on the edge of danger with her, time and again.

He only needed a slight angle adjustment to have Jiang Yiren completely.

But he still firmly held onto the bottom line.

Jiang Yiren had already told him no.

Since she said no, he wouldn't do it.

He grabbed her elastic buttocks, leaving behind trails of red finger marks, then his large hand wandered lower, suddenly thrusting his finger inside.

"Whimper~"

From between her lips, a whistle-like moan emerged, Jiang Yiren's body trembled violently.

Dahai penetrated deeper and quicker.

Jiang Yiren's mind had completely lost its ability to think.

Until a warm surge spurted out.

Her body convulsed violently, and only then did Dahai stop.

Wang Dahai slowly released her lips, watching her eyes gradually regain reason.

He embraced Jiang Yiren's body, holding her fullness, no longer rough but gently rubbing.

Jiang Yiren felt like her body didn't belong to herself anymore.

After the passion, this faint stimulation still enthralled her.

Who knows how much time passed before Dahai finally stopped.

He held Jiang Yiren like this until the woman in his arms fell asleep before he ceased.

She exhaled, about to rest, when she suddenly heard a noise from behind.

Dahai's spirits lifted.

He was so immersed he almost forgot, Ning Mei was still there.

"Is she asleep?" Ning Mei whispered, sounding in his ear.

Dahai hummed in response and let her go, turning around.

He saw Ning Mei was looking at him.

Ning Mei reached out to touch and chuckled lightly, "How come you still have such a big reaction? Not taken care of?"

"No," Dahai said, "Just holding her."

"That's a pity."

Ning Mei whispered softly: "If you take her now, she won't say anything."

Wang shook his head: "Senior sister said no."

"Is that so? Well, that's a shame."

Ning Mei lifted a long leg and placed it on his thigh, saying, "Then, let your senior sister help you."

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