{Chapter: 374: Treasures!}
Lin Yuan sat on the edge of the pristine bed, his dark eyes scanning every inch of Qiu Wanxi's petite frame. He had completed his medical examination, confirming that her surgical wounds had healed flawlessly. Her skin was revitalized, glowing with a new vitality that was begging to be tested.
"Your recovery is complete," Lin Yuan stated, his voice dropping to a husky, commanding timber. "But you've been bedridden too long. Your lung capacity needs work. We need to start... breathing exercises."
Qiu Wanxi blinked, her doe-like eyes widening in confusion. Before she could ask what kind of exercise, Lin Yuan lunged.
He didn't guide her breathing; he stole it.
He pulled her into a crushing embrace, his mouth capturing hers in a wet, savage kiss. It wasn't gentle. It was a conquest. His tongue pried her lips apart, sweeping through her mouth, tangling with her own tongue in a chaotic dance. The room filled with the lewd sounds of their saliva mixing, the wet smacks of their lips clashing echoing in the quiet room.
Qiu Wanxi's chest heaved against his, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps every time he allowed her a split second of air. Her face flushed a deep, sinful crimson, her eyes glazing over with a mixture of shock and rapidly rising desire.
They tangled together, the room filling with the wet, heated sounds of their lips meeting. Qiu Wanxi's breathing became ragged, her chest heaving against his chest, proving that her stamina had indeed improved.
When Lin Yuan finally pulled back, a thick strand of silver saliva connected their mouths before snapping. Qiu Wanxi slumped against him, panting heavily, her body already heating up.
"Young... Young Master..." she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I... I have something to show you. My treasures."
Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow. He remembered the "treasures" he had thoroughly explored with Yan Ruyue recently. Looking at Qiu Wanxi's shy, trembling form, he felt a dark surge of anticipation.
"Show me," he ordered.
Qiu Wanxi's hands shook as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She was agonizingly slow, her innate modesty fighting against her desire to please him. Underneath her shirt, she wore a childish, light pink bra. It was innocent and cute, completely at odds with the womanly heaviness it struggled to contain.
Qiu Wanxi's hands shook slightly as she reached for the clasp. She was agonizingly slow, her shyness making every second stretch into an eternity. She had never shown this part of herself to a living soul. These were her hidden gems, kept safe since birth, and the vulnerability of the moment was almost too much for her to bear.
Although she was drowning in embarrassment, her love for Lin Yuan gave her courage. She wanted to give him everything.
She peeled the strap down her shoulder, inch by inch.
"Too slow," Lin Yuan growled.
His patience evaporated. The sight of that pink fabric straining against her chest was driving him mad. He didn't want a slow reveal; he wanted to feast.
He reached out, brushed her trembling hands away, and hooked his fingers under the cups of the pink bra.
Snap.
With a rough, decisive yank, he pulled the bra down completely, liberating her breasts.
Qiu Wanxi gasped as her big tits bounced free, the cool air hitting her sensitive skin.
They were magnificent. Two big, snow-white spheres of soft flesh spilled out, heavy and full.
They were shockingly large for her slender frame, shaped like perfect, heavy teardrops. They were a creamy, milky white, topped with large, pink areolas that were already puckering, the nipples hardening into erect studs under his gaze.
They were majestic. While they might not have had the terrifying, enormous-like volume gravity-defying scale of Mei Yuxian's ample bosom, they were perfect in their own right.
Qiu Wanxi's breasts were arguably good—perkier, smoother, and radiating a youthful heat.
Lin Yuan's eyes darkened. He reached out, his large hands cupping the creamy expanse to verify their authenticity.
"Majestic," Lin Yuan muttered, his eyes hungry.
He reached out to verify their weight.
"No!" Qiu Wanxi squeaked, panic seizing her.
The visual exposure was already too much; the thought of his rough hands on her virgin breasts was overwhelming. She crossed her arms, desperately trying to cover the massive expanse of white flesh, shaking her head.
"Don't cover them," Lin Yuan said, his voice brooking no argument. "I need to inspect the goods."
He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms to her sides, leaving her chest completely defenseless.
Lin Yuan didn't hold back. He grabbed both of her heavy breasts, his large hands sinking deep into the incredibly soft tissue. They were like clouds of dough, warm and yielding.
"Ahhh! Young Master!" Qiu Wanxi moaned loudly, her head falling back.
Lin Yuan began to manhandle them. He squeezed them, watching the white flesh balloon out between his fingers. He weighed them in his palms, lifting the heavy jugs and letting them drop to watch them jiggle.
He used his thumbs to flick and rub her stiffening pink nipples, sending electric shocks straight to her groin.
Qiu Wanxi was dying of shame. Her most private, treasured parts were being kneaded, pulled, and groped as if they were toys. She bit her lip, tears of embarrassment and pleasure welling in her eyes.
"So soft," Lin Yuan grunted, burying his hands in the cleavage. He pushed the two massive mounds together, sandwiching his hand between the walls of soft tits.
As he continued to ravage her breasts, kneading them into various shapes and treating them with delightful rudeness, Qiu Wanxi felt her resistance shattering. Her legs turned to jelly. A distinct wetness began to soak her panties. She felt herself melting, her body surrendering to his rough touch.
But as his thumbs circled her sensitive peaks, her resistance melted away.
Because she loved him, she allowed it. Because it was Lin Yuan, she endured the shame.
As he continued to knead them into various shapes—flattening them, lifting them, squeezing them together—Qiu Wanxi felt her knees turn to water. A strange, liquid heat began to pool in her lower belly. Her body grew softer and softer, slumping against him, completely defenseless against his assault.
Lin Yuan was immensely satisfied. The texture was incredible—warm, heavy, and impossibly soft.
After a long while of playing with her tits, leaving red finger marks on the pale skin, Lin Yuan stopped.
His gaze traveled down her panting body, past her navel, and locked onto the juncture of her thighs.
Qiu Wanxi saw the look—the predatory hunger. He wasn't satisfied with just her chest. He wanted her other treasure. The final treasure.
She shivered violently, her face a mask of flushed exhaustion.
"Young... Young Master... please..." she panted, her chest heaving, sending her bare breasts bouncing wildly. "Don't... don't treat me so roughly... Wanxi can't take it... I'm going to break..."
She looked pitiful and incredibly aroused, a mess of disheveled hair and exposed skin.
Lin Yuan smirked, leaning in close to bite her earlobe.
She looked distressed, her eyes pleading. The overstimulation of her breasts had left her trembling and weak. If he continued this rough play on her most private garden, she didn't know if she could survive the intensity.
Lin Yuan looked at her flustered, panting form and smiled, a predatory yet affectionate glint in his eyes.
"I'll be gentle," he lied smoothly. "But you have to take me to your hometown. Right now."
He meant all the way. Home base. Inside her.
Qiu Wanxi trembled. She knew she couldn't refuse him. She didn't want to refuse him.
"O-Okay..." she pouted, her voice barely a whisper, agreeing to let him do whatever he wanted with her.