"Ahhh...!"
A sharp scream echoed in the quiet room. I sat bolt upright, drenched in cold sweat, the scene from my dream flashing before my eyes again.
"Was that... a dream?"
I gasped for breath, my breathing deep and rapid, my back drenched in sweat.
The scenes from the "dream" lingered in my mind, a persistent, agonizing pain mixed with a visibly unsettling feeling, as if my consciousness were being torn apart.
"No, there can't be such a dream..."
Everything I saw and heard in the "dream" was vividly clear, like a perfectly framed VIP seat, offering a 360-degree panoramic view.
But I couldn't do anything about it!
Every detail was so clear: their slight trembling, their soft moans, their snow-white skin glistening with the sheen of essential oils, and their expressions of unbearable passion…
Every detail was so unforgettable.
Even the most shameful parts were so clearly visible: the tender mounds of Venus, the delicate pink labia minora parted like butterfly wings, their folds fine and swollen with rosy blood.
The plump vulva, the orchid-petal-like labia, the slightly parted opening glistening with clear, glistening moisture.
Yutang, Aunt Yingji…
Suddenly, a tide of memories surged, familiar images flashing through his mind, but a headache followed, distorting the memories into bizarre and indistinct images.
But I still managed to discern two familiar images. One was of Aunt Yingji in my "dream," holding me in her arms. Her full, round breasts, seemingly about to burst from her clothes, pressed against my cheeks. The flesh was soft and supple, each breast larger than my face, their smooth, creamy texture palpable even through my clothes.
A delicate, plum-like fragrance wafted into my nostrils, complementing the soft, elastic fullness of those breasts, almost making my nose bleed.
The other, more vivid image, was on a bed. Accompanied by a young girl's cry of "Ah!"—a cry of pain mixed with joyful, blissful satisfaction—a familiar penis broke through her delicate, snow-white labia, stretching them apart.
Between the two exceptionally tender pink labia, a trickle of vibrant red slowly seeped out.
Accompanying this was a mix of guilt, excitement, unbearable emotions, and a heavy sense of responsibility…
My headache suddenly worsened. I clutched my forehead, cold sweat pouring down my face, the surging memories interrupted once more.
However, I hadn't come away empty-handed. Although I was still confused about my origins, these few images alone revealed that Aunt Yingji was undoubtedly the elder I respected most, and Yutang… was probably the girl I would protect for the rest of my life.
But perhaps they were currently being taken advantage of somewhere—though the dream had abruptly ended, what would happen next was self-evident.
Especially that fearsome old man.
My consciousness wavered, and a faint hope lingered in my heart that this was truly just a nightmare…
"What happened, Brother Xing?"
Suddenly, a concerned voice brought me back to reality. The room was still shrouded in darkness, but the darkness couldn't obstruct my vision.
The first thing I saw was a pair of delicate, snow-white breasts pressed against my chest, their soft flesh slightly pushed towards my armpits, forming two full, fragrant mounds.
Lingxuan's pretty face was tilted back, her slender neck arched as she anxiously watched me, her large, bright eyes filled with worry.
She was lying on top of me, and in this position, the curves of her back were fully revealed. Her shoulder blades were slightly raised, and a long, slender spine extended to her slender waist, the lines exceptionally beautiful, making her small buttocks appear particularly pert and shapely.
This made me realize that the girl's figure was far more impressive than I had imagined.
Lingxiu, on the other hand, was facing away from me, her buttocks raised as she crawled towards the headboard, groping for the light. Her slender waist and pert buttocks swayed slightly, and between her snow-white buttocks, her pink labia wiggled and rubbed slightly with her legs, glistening with a strange, moist sheen.
"Senior Xing?"
The lights came on, and Lingxiu turned to my side, her voice gentle and worried.
"It's nothing..." I shook my head, offering a flimsy excuse. There was no need to tell the two girls what I'd seen and heard in the "dream"; it would only make them more worried and serve no purpose.
But thanks to Lingxiu and Lingxuan's meticulous care and concern, I felt my emotions calm down considerably, gradually regaining my composure.
However, once calmed, I couldn't help but recall the scene in the "dream":
That exquisitely beautiful body, disheveled and moaning softly under four demonic hands, its skin coated in essential oil, radiating a captivating, crystalline glow…
"Eh~"
Lingxuan suddenly shifted her body, a blush rising to her cheeks. She looked at me with hazy eyes, biting her lip, and said, "Brother Xing, why are you hard?"
I'm hard?
A hot, throbbing penis was pressed against Lingxuan's crotch, engorged and throbbing... far harder than when he'd made love with Lingxiu.
No further explanation was needed...
My mouth was open, but I couldn't utter a word. I wanted to ask myself why I was... hard?
Was it because of the images I'd seen in my "dream"?
Lingxuan's small hands braced against my chest as she squatted up. Then, one small hand held the hot penis, and her wet lips immediately enveloped the glans as she slowly sat down.
I exhaled softly, feeling the smooth passage enveloping my penis. Her vagina was incredibly wet, the walls slippery and brimming with lustful fluid.
Lingxuan stretched her slender neck, letting out a trembling moan. After a brief pause, she began to bounce her buttocks rhythmically, her small bottom swaying and glistening with moisture as she fully embraced my penis.
"Ah, ha...so good...mmm, ah...Brother Xing, stab there...yaah!"
The girl, eyes half-closed, chin tilted back, moaning softly, but I remained almost entirely still, letting Lingxuan sway like a horse on its back.
The girl, trained in martial arts, possessed exceptionally strong waist. Her two snow-white legs swayed slightly on the bed, her upper body almost motionless, while her slender waist swayed back and forth like waves, her small buttocks rising and falling, searching for the most comfortable angle to take in and release my penis.
Each touch of her buttocks was brief, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh besides the bed's creaking were exceptionally loud and crisp. Sometimes she would sit very deep, my penis enveloped in a tight, sucking grip, as if there were a tiny, biting mouth deep inside.
The pleasure was so intense it made me gasp, greatly arousing my urge to ejaculate. Fortunately, each time I only made a light touch, my penis was already fully inserted, so despite the intense pleasure, it was still bearable.
"Ah, um, ahh... Brother Xing... take me... Xuanxuan misses you so much..."
The girl moaned, her buttocks twitching, her face almost lost in ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly, and soft, wet sounds gradually arose from her lower body.
"Xuanxuan... slower..."
The girl's body, honed from years of training, was incredibly flexible. Her vagina was extremely tight, and her long, beautiful legs straddled her sides, bouncing up and down like a fully drawn bow.
Her vagina tightly gripped the penis, the folds of flesh inside, wet with her juices, constantly scraping against it. Soon, a white sheen appeared on the penis.
The girl's wantonness was unbearable. A tingling sensation rapidly accumulated on the penis, rushing irreversibly towards its limit.
Suddenly, an intense pleasure erupted, sweeping through her body like an electric shock. The penis stiffened and trembled violently.
Semen gushed out rapidly!
Lingxuan twisted her slender waist, her small buttocks swallowing faster and faster, the sound of water gradually increasing, but just as she was about to reach her climax…
A warm sensation quickly released within her vagina, and the penis that had been filling her vagina slowly softened.
The feeling of orgasm almost coming, yet abruptly stopping at the last vestige, left her feeling suspended in mid-air, generating a strong sense of disappointment.
Lingxuan bit her cherry lips, unwilling to give up, and sat up a couple more times, but as soon as she lifted her hips, the penis slipped out…
The girl's delicate red vagina opened like a fish's mouth, a thick stream of white semen gushing from within, dripping onto the semi-erect penis.