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In the kitchen, at the sink, warm water washed over the dishes, making a splashing sound.
Lingsha stood by the sink, still wearing only her white apron, diligently washing the dishes.
Foam clung to her scale-covered arms; water droplets slid down her smooth back, disappearing into the suggestive shadows beneath her apron.
I stood beside her, ostensibly helping with the dishes, but my mind was completely elsewhere.
My gaze kept wandering back and forth between the sides and the bottom of her open apron.
The fabric of the apron swayed slightly with her movements, revealing glimpses of her smooth, alabaster skin, the full, soft curves of her sidebreasts, and the faint outlines of dragon scales at the edge of her mysterious area… Every part of it drew my gaze like a magnet, stirring the desire that had just been satisfied but was now restless again.
My gaze at that moment was undeniably lewd, brimming with undisguised voyeurism.
However, Lingsha seemed completely aware of my bold gaze, yet she showed no displeasure or irritation whatsoever.
She even... tilted her body slightly toward me when I tried to peek into the apron from the side again, as if deliberately letting me see more clearly.
That look, carrying a hint of indulgence and understanding, made my heart feel as if it were being tickled by a feather—itchy and making me even bolder.
Since she doesn't mind...
My hands, too, began to become restless.
As we washed the dishes together, my fingertips "accidentally" brushed against her smooth, delicate waist, feeling the amazing sensation; my arm "unintentionally" pressed against her soft buttocks, feeling the firm and elastic curves. I even let my soapy hand slide upward quietly and tentatively, gently kneading the soft lower curve of her breasts from the edge of the apron...
Lingsha never explicitly avoided my increasingly blatant little actions.
She would only tremble almost imperceptibly and breathe slightly more rapidly when I touched a particularly sensitive spot, but her hands never stopped moving.
It wasn't until my hand became increasingly audacious—nearly reaching deep into her apron to knead her soft peaks, my fingertips even brushing against the valley between her thighs—that her body suddenly jolted, the bowl in her hand nearly slipping, and dishwater splashing everywhere, soaking her apron and my sleeves.
She finally turned her head in resignation, her face flushed with a charming blush and a hint of reproach, and said softly in a gentle yet undeniably authoritative tone:
"Husband, stop fooling around."
She paused, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes, and lowered her voice, carrying an ambiguous hint that only the two of us could understand:
"...Now is not the time."
Lingsha's words, tinged with a hint of coquettishness and suggestion, warmed my heart, but I knew I shouldn't be fooling around in the kitchen.
I sheepishly withdrew my hand and dutifully helped her clean the remaining dishes. Only the subtle sounds of our coordinated movements and the increasingly alluring fragrance emanating from her remained at the sink.
Night fell, and the villa remained silent.
I politely declined Lingsha's offer to make my bed and instead followed her to her own room.
I had only caught a fleeting glimpse before; this time I finally had the chance to examine it closely.
Lingsha's room was indeed just like her—decorated in an antique style, exceptionally elegant.
Sandalwood furniture, plain-colored screens, and landscape paintings with profound meanings hung on the walls. A faint, elegant scent of medicinal herbs filled the air, bringing a sense of peace to the mind.
Everything was arranged in perfect order, reflecting the owner's meticulous and rigorous character.
We showered together in the en-suite bathroom of her room.
The dense steam blurred our vision, and the warm water washed over our bodies, washing away the fatigue of the day.
Lingsha was incredibly gentle and considerate. She carefully washed my back and hair; her slender, scale-covered hands moved gently, with a cool touch, yet they seemed to possess a magic that made me feel incredibly relaxed and comfortable.
Water droplets slid down her exquisite curves, shimmering alluringly under the lights—a scene enough to make any man lose his composure.
After bathing, Lingsha picked up a soft towel and carefully dried herself off.
Her snow-white skin, after being wiped, revealed a healthy pink hue, like a magnolia blooming after the rain.
Just as she dried herself and turned to grab another clean towel to wrap herself in, I could no longer contain my impulse. I lunged forward and swept her naked body into my arms!
"Ah—!"
Lingsha was startled by my sudden movement, letting out a short, charming gasp. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around my neck, two lovely blushes blooming on her face.
I held her warm, soft, and fragrant body in my arms, strode to the bedside, and gently placed her on the soft mattress, letting her lean against several fluffy pillows.
She looked at me somewhat blankly, her red-agate eyes glistening in the lamplight, filled with a mixture of shyness and confusion.
I didn't speak; I let my actions speak for themselves.
I knelt beside the bed, gently taking her long, shapely legs in my hands, and with a tender yet irresistible force, slowly parted them.
As she opened her legs, the most intimate and private scenery hidden beneath the mysterious dragon scales—the very core of a Vidyadhara dragon lady—was laid bare before my eyes.
I leaned down, my gaze like that of a devout believer or a discerning connoisseur, beginning to carefully admire this flawless body.
From her flat, smooth belly to that mysterious triangular area covered in shimmering dragon scales, and then to the tight, perfect valley below like a work of art... every spot exudes a fatal attraction.
My fingers, too, began to stir restlessly, stroking her delicate, jade-like skin with an almost worshipful air, savoring its astonishing texture and warmth.
My fingertips traced her lower abdomen, outlining her elegant waistline, feeling her slightly tense muscles and subtle tremors.
Lingsha's cheeks had long since turned crimson, and her breathing was somewhat rapid, but she simply turned her head slightly and bit her lower lip, allowing my eyes and fingers to "appreciate" her body without any intention of stopping me.
When my gaze focused on her tightly closed vulva, a strong sense of curiosity welled up within me.
I reached out and gently parted the labia that were closed like flower petals.
The sensation at my fingertips was tight and moist.