Chapter 689 - 664: Empress Defeated!
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Sun Zhe found it hard to believe that such obscene language, which even street girls seldom express, could come from the mouth of the aristocratic and elegant Empress.
He suddenly felt the value of Xia Shiqing’s comment rising—the contrast of the Empress was indeed profound.
However, it was precisely because of this stark contrast that drove people mad.
In an instant, Sun Zhe acted like a crazed beast, disregarding everything as he plunged forward vigorously!
"Ah—!"
An extreme sense of fullness suddenly attacked, layers of tender flesh were intensely scraped and rubbed, Jiang Qinglan felt her entire body was stuffed full, as if her soul was squeezed out.
She raised her swan-like neck drenched in fragrant sweat, her slender waist and tender hips lifted off the bed only supported by her back and head, her mouth opening wide in a captivating moan.
"Little Zhe... you’re really... amazing!"
She tightly gripped the bed sheets beneath her, frowned watching Sun Zhe’s handsome face, her watery eyes fluttered with utmost love.
"It’s reaching, it’s already reaching... oooh oooh..."
"I’m going to be penetrated by you!"
"..."
Sun Zhe slowed his breath, slightly leaned down, his big hands grasped her delicate waist, stabilizing her to prevent any movement, then slowly withdrew, and once two-thirds withdrawn, suddenly thrust forward with full force!
"Slap!"
The loud, clear sound of collision instantly echoed through the small room.
Jiang Qinglan’s eyes rolled slightly, her mouth wide open, her whole body convulsing as if hit by electricity, momentarily unable to cry out.
Sun Zhe used no technique, relying solely on absolute strength and scale to overwhelm, which turned out to be more soul-stirring than any technique enjoyed by the Stunning Empress with the Emperor.
"Go on... move faster, Little Zhe, don’t mind me."
"Take me to the edge... mm mm mm... going to heaven ah ah ah!"
"Even if I die today from you... ah ah die under you... I’ll be willing!"
The Stunning Empress seemed delirious, began speaking uncontrollably.
Sun Zhe did not speak, instead commenced a frenzied and fierce output.
"Slap slap... thud thud thud thud..."
After merely a dozen thrusts, the initially crisp pounding sound turned into dull thuds.
This was because with the viscous body fluids buffering and partitioning, the collision sound lost its crispness.
The Stunning Empress had a flushed face, one hand tightly clutching the bed sheet beneath her, the other kneading forcefully over her chest, her stunning jade visage filled with intense spring sentiment, her head tossing side to side, chestnut brown hair messily scattered across the sheets, looking beautifully touching.
She hooked Sun Zhe’s neck tightly with her instep, as if afraid Sun Zhe might escape, urged: "Baby, go harder... more strength."
"Okay!"
Sun Zhe grunted, clenching his teeth, suddenly grabbed her soft legs by the knees, fiercely pushing them upward, nearly folding her body in half.
Then Sun Zhe leaned forward, combining his weight from top to bottom with intense output.
"Ooo ooo ooo... like this... you’re too amazing, baby!"
"Hurry up hurry up! I’m going to die!"
"..."
About twenty minutes later.
Sun Zhe sent Jiang Qinglan to the peak, then slowly withdrew, looking down at the lush grove covered in gooey white cream, finding the spring’s eye burping froth outside.
Some white dewdrops hung on the curled black hairs.
The Stunning Empress’s chest heaved, lying weakly on the bed covering her eyes with a hand, murmured: "You’re really amazing, baby, I almost got killed by you."
Sun Zhe stood next to the bed, exhaling a sigh, asked with a mischievous smile: "Is this all there is? You wouldn’t think it’s over already, right?"
Jiang Qinglan’s heart trembled upon hearing this, suddenly sensing a foreboding.
The next moment, Sun Zhe grabbed her waist and turned her over, letting her lie face down, then pressed close to her back, lightly biting and teasing her earlobe, exhaling fervent breath.
"Didn’t you say before, that today you won’t let me leave until I tear you apart?"
Jiang Qinglan with a bitter face, trying hard to turn her head towards Sun Zhe, pleaded: "Who knew you, little devil, are this powerful? Please let me rest for a while, won’t you?"
But Sun Zhe ignored this plea, one hand reached down to position the dread, pushing it against the central spring’s eye, rubbing it a little up and down, coated it in juice, then suddenly plunged forward!
"Mmm... again!"
The Stunning Empress’s tender body shuddered, her long snow-white neck emitting sounds of distress.
Sun Zhe inhaled with a satisfied chill on his face, asked: "Why does the inside still move?"
"You like it when it moves?"
"Love it!"
"..."
This intense fight lasted until after three in the afternoon before coming to an end.
If not for the Stunning Empress in tears begging with waved hands persistently, Sun Zhe felt he could continue fighting till the night.
The spicy-scented small room.
Looking at Jiang Qinglan like a melted ice cream collapsed on the bed, Sun Zhe helplessly shook his head, inwardly sighing although the Empress’s contrast was great, her actual combat capability was far less than Xia Shiqing.
The reason might be Jiang Qinglan hadn’t cultivated the Celestial Yin Technique like Xia Shiqing.
Even though her cultivation was strong, she was fundamentally just a mortal body.
"Empress, dare to play with fire again?"
Sun Zhe, like a triumphant general, sat at the bed’s edge, holding her small leg over his thigh, used a tissue to wipe the dense creamy mess.
But after using so many tissues, it couldn’t be wiped away completely.
So Sun Zhe resigned himself to carry her into the narrow restroom for water cleanup.
A long while later.
Jiang Qinglan dressed up, touched up her makeup, transformed back into that gracefully dignified Empress, full of aristocratic elegance in demeanor.
Only her walking posture was somewhat odd, those unaware might think she’s injured.
Sun Zhe sent her out of Undying Pavilion’s gate, instructed: "Remember to boil the medicine I prescribed after you’re back, drink it three times a day starting tomorrow. Meanwhile, try to exercise more when you’re free to sweat."
"Got it."
Jiang Qinglan gave him a meaningful glance, "Or, should I come sweat with you?"
Sun Zhe touched his nose, "Let’s talk later when there’s spare time."
Jiang Qinglan laughingly covered her mouth, "Then I’ll come find you when there’s time."
Sun Zhe’s face turned serious, "But this matter, don’t ever let His Majesty know."
Jiang Qinglan rolled her eyes, "Nonsense, after putting a hat on him, how would I dare speak up? Really, pulling me onto your pirate ship now, I’ll sort you out with Shiqing next time."
"..."
After bidding farewell to the Empress, Sun Zhe turned back to the small room to clean the battlefield.
Looking at the wrecked battlefield, he felt a shiver down his spine.
The sheet was soaked, basically unusable, and the floor was flooded, needing a mop.
After half an hour, Sun Zhe finished tidying the battlefield, then found an air freshener to spray around, leaving only when assured no foul smell remained.
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