Flower Stealing Master

Beware, RED HOT CHAPTER!

Song Qingshu moved closer; just as his lips were about to press against her delicate, snow-white neck, he suddenly lifted his head. He had realized that if he k!ssed her so directly, she would inevitably awaken—and with that, the greatest pleasure would be lost!

But if he didn’t begin with a bit of f0replay, a w0man’s b0dy might not be ready to receive him. With a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, an idea struck him, and before she knew it, a few strands of his Joyful True Qi had seeped into her b0dy.

Joyful True Qi worked wonders on a w0man, and Song Qingshu rarely used it lightly—only employing it with those with whom he shared deep mutual passion. It was typically reserved for moments of intense intimacy in bed; after all, he prided himself on being a suave lover and had no desire to win a w0man’s affections by any base means.

Using it on Madame Tang was perfectly acceptable. In these past couple of days, Song Qingshu had nearly unlocked every move and postures with her, already claiming her as his forbidden treasure. Given Madame Tang’s nature, even if she were to awaken and discover everything, she would surely not blame him.

As the Joyful True Qi flowed into her, the beauty lying in bed involuntarily let out soft m0ans. Gradually, the warmth under the covers increased, softening her b0dy further, while she continued to twist and writhe unconsciously.

‘It’s working!’ Song Qingshu marveled at the formidable effect of his true qi on a w0man. With a slight thrust of his waist, he followed the gap between her smooth, rounded th!ghs until he reached its end, coming into contact with a patch of moist warmth—a sensation that nearly made him whistle in excitement.

Thinking of the soft, delicate flesh inside her, Song Qingshu fumbled for the right position—after all, he couldn’t see, and he dared not make any large movements for fear of waking her. Several tentative thrusts failed to find the mark, but he was in no rush. While his fingertips—imbued with Joyful True Qi—caressed the flawless, delicate sk!n of her back, he gently slid and probed inside her moist passage.

Sensing something, the beauty in his arms shuddered; her legs involuntarily tightened, suddenly trapping Song Qingshu’s raging dragon in the c1eavage of her th!ghs.

He drew in a sharp gulp of cold air—this unexpected reaction nearly made him lose control. Once he recovered, a mix of chagrin and anger surged within him, and with a forceful thrust of his waist, he plunged into the wetness of the beauty in his arms.

“Eh?” Song Qingshu couldn’t help but be astonished. Madame Tang’s b0dy was truly extraordinary—after two days of his attentions, it had rebounded so quickly that it now felt as tight as that of a v!rgin!

A sensation of moist warmth, accompanied by a deep, tingling shiver that seemed to penetrate his very soul, surged to his head. Unable to hold back, he let out a deep, guttural roar, straightened his b0dy, and drove himself further inside the heavenly canal.

The w0man in his arms shifted again, unconsciously arching her b0dy so that her enticing curves rose even higher. Overjoyed at the opportunity, Song Qingshu thrust once more with renewed vigor.

After a while, the continuous stimulation of his Joyful True Qi left her inner passage incredibly smooth—there was not the slightest hint of dryness. And Song Qingshu advanced deep inside without encountering any further resistance.

At first, he dared not use too much force for fear that Madame Tang might suddenly awaken and spoil the mood. So he moved as gently as possible, slowly swaying within her. But after only a few strokes, the enveloping sensation made him rock hard all over. He felt as though some part of him was about to burst from swelling; unable to hold back any longer, his motions gradually became more vigorous.

Pah! Puchak! 

Pah! Pah! Puchak!

Before long, the room filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding—accompanied by the faint, splashing noise of fluids.

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Tonight, Huang Rong had endured a bitter struggle—running around to contact the disciples of the Beggar’s Sect and to complete endless errands. Coupled with the fact that Brother Jing’s fate was uncertain, her emotions were in turmoil. By the time she returned to Song Qingshu’s room, she was utterly exhausted.

Determined to stay awake until Song Qingshu returned, she fought off sleep. But Song Qingshu, tangled up in his own affairs—left her no choice but to collapse onto the bed in her nightcl0thes and fall asleep.

Soon after Huang Rong lay down, she caught a whiff of a familiar masculine scent. Immediately, she recognized it as Song Qingshu’s. Recalling the seductive flush on Madame Tang’s face as she had entered earlier, Huang Rong couldn’t help but spit in disgust. Yet, inexplicably, a thought crept into her mind: hadn’t Song Qingshu and that w0man surely engaged in quite a vigorous session on this very bed?

The very thought sent her mind into a whirl, and she was flooded with the image she’d seen at the inn that afternoon—slender, snow-smooth legs, with the strong, muscular back of a man in between…

Unconsciously, Huang Rong also recalled the time in the cave when, in order to outwit Ouyang Feng, the two nearly turned a pretense into something real; and that time when, while eavesdropping outside the door while he was doing the deed with Ah Jiu, she had lost herself, slipping into a hallucinatory frenzy…

When the fluids began to surge forth, Huang Rong finally came to her senses. Feeling the slippery substance between her legs, she was overcome with both shyness and a deep sense of guilt: ‘Huang Rong, oh Huang Rong—with Brother Jing’s life hanging in the balance, how can you let your thoughts wander to such things!’

At last, reason prevailed, and in her dazed state, Huang Rong drifted off into sleep.

Exhausted beyond measure, she slept deeper than usual. In her dream, she saw herself successfully rescuing Brother Jing and even persuading him to stop meddling in a heap of trivial affairs in Xiangyang. Together, they returned to Peach Blossom Island—to the very room where they had once been married.

Then, in an unprecedented move, Guo Jing took the initiative. He held her tightly in his arms, and soon a scorching, iron-hot r0d surged into her.

‘Brother Jing, why is he so big today…’ A vague thought flickered through Huang Rong’s mind. Yet that doubt was quickly overwhelmed by a tidal wave of pleasure, leaving her b0dy soft and blissful—as if she were floating on clouds.

“Hmmn~” Huang Rong bit her lip, softly humming as she twisted her supple waist.

Still caught between sleep and wakefulness, she hadn’t quite grasped what was happening. Believing it to be nothing more than a gorgeous dream—one in which she could forever be with Brother Jing—she wished never to wake.

Suddenly, Huang Rong’s eyes snapped open. She felt, unmistakably, that a very thick and hard object was writhing inside her. Its exaggerated size and searing heat sent a cold sweat racing down her spine.

“Ah!” she cried out in shock, struggling to rise—but the person behind her clutched her waist, rendering her immobile. In a muffled, panicked tone, she managed to ask, “Mphhw-ho are you?”

“It’s me!” Song Qingshu exclaimed. Seeing that the one in his arms had awakened only made him even more ar0used. Gripping her slender wa!st tightly, he continued his thrusts, oblivious to the unusual tone in her voice.

“Ah!” A violent collision nearly knocked Huang Rong senseless. Recognizing Song Qingshu’s voice, she was flooded with confusion and anger: ‘How can he do this to me!’

Just as she was about to lash out in anger, she heard Song Qingshu, panting heavily, say, “Madame Tang, you truly are the epitome of w0manliness—a gift to men. Especially you tonight, you have pleased me beyond measure! I had every intention of waking you when I returned, but seeing you lying there so enticingly, I couldn’t help myself. Please, Madame, do not hold it against me.”

The anger that was about to burst from Huang Rong’s lips died in an instant, leaving her mind a chaotic mess. 

‘So it turned out he had mistaken me for that other w0man… If he were to recognize me for who I truly am, I’d be utterly mortified.’

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