Chapter 26: Xiaochen, Help Me
From the very first time he saw Qin Fei’Er, Chenyang had been deeply captivated by her magnificent peaks.
It wasn’t that Chenyang hadn’t seen breasts her size, or even a size larger.
But he had never before seen a pair as large, firm, and flawlessly shaped as Qin Fei’Er’s.
Now, his wish finally granted, he held the magnificent pair in his palms, his fingers trembling with excitement.
He kneaded them gently. Their soft, springy feel was beyond description.
Slowly, Chenyang increased the pressure in his hands.
The firm peaks changed shape between his fingers as he squeezed.
And in the process, the eye-catching grape at the center quickly hardened.
The soft peak was large, but this grape was surprisingly small.
Just moments ago, when it was soft, it had been difficult to even grasp between his fingers.
What was even more alluring was that both grapes were still an incredibly tender pink.
They were like two grapes of a new variety, untouched by wind or rain. As Chenyang gently rolled one between his fingers, he couldn’t help but want to take it into his mouth and taste it properly.
Noticing Chenyang’s gaze growing more feverish, Qin Fei’Er’s own senses began to swim.
Some say that large-breasted women have low sensitivity.
Because the meridians are compressed, it’s difficult for them to have a physical reaction no matter how a man kneads or teases them.
For the most part, this is true.
But, a woman’s most sensitive spot up top isn’t usually the breasts themselves, but the two points at their peaks.
Those who are truly in the know often judge a woman’s sensitivity by the size of those two grapes.
The larger the grapes, the lower the sensitivity.
Conversely, the smaller the grapes, the more exquisitely sensitive she will be.
Qin Fei’Er was exactly this type.
Back when her husband was still alive, he could never satisfy her. But if he just toyed with those two little points, she would be sent soaring in no time.
After her husband passed away, when she pleasured herself, she also relied on this spot to find release.
Now, not only was she being stared at by Chenyang’s scorching gaze, but she was also being kneaded and gently rolled by his burning fingers. In an instant, her whole body grew restless with arousal.
Her lovely legs, which had been slightly parted, clamped together uncontrollably.
As they rubbed together lightly, a certain wetness began to form down there.
A tingling numbness, like a light electric shock, started from that moist place and gradually swept through her entire body. Her delicate frame trembled slightly as she began to moan softly.
"Mmm~ That... that feels so good."
"Xiaochen... your massage technique is amazing. A little... a little harder."
Naturally, Chenyang wouldn’t refuse the beauty’s request.
The pressure from his hands immediately increased.
The proud, firm peaks were flattened by his kneading one moment and squeezed round the next.
Their soft resilience was so addictive that Chenyang couldn’t bring himself to stop.
And he found himself increasingly craving those two tender pink grapes, which constantly exuded a tempting aura.
This was especially true when he secretly flicked them a few times with his fingers. Qin Fei’Er’s trembling intensified, and her delicate moans became even more spine-tingling, making it even harder for him to hold back.
Moreover, when Chenyang inadvertently glanced down between her beautiful legs, he clearly saw a small wet spot appear on her white panties. A few seconds later, when he looked again, the spot had spread into a large patch.
He resisted the urge to eat those grapes and slowly moved his hand downward.
"Mmm~ Wh-why did you stop massaging here?"
Qin Fei’Er, who had been enjoying it with her eyes closed, suddenly noticed the tingling sensation had faded and hurriedly asked.
"Aunt Qin, a massage has to follow the meridians. You can’t just stay in one place."
Anyone who had studied medicine would agree with that statement.
But Qin Fei’Er felt there was a hidden meaning in Chenyang’s words.
However, she didn’t press him on it.
Because when she glanced down, she could already see a large tent pitched in the crotch of Chenyang’s pants.
Perhaps it was the angle, but the outline of the massive object inside was exceptionally clear.
She vaguely felt that it looked even more formidable than what she had seen in the bathroom earlier.
Seeing him so pent-up, Qin Fei’Er refused to believe that Chenyang would only give her a massage and do nothing more.
While she was lost in her fantasies, Chenyang’s large hands had already brushed past her flat stomach, gradually approaching the area that was already thoroughly flooded.
"Xiaochen, to make the massage more effective, shouldn’t I take off my dress too?"
Qin Fei’Er took the initiative to ask.
Chenyang was delighted. ’I was just wondering what excuse I could use to get rid of these cumbersome clothes,’ he thought. He nodded repeatedly. "It would be best to take it off. But if you feel embarrassed, you don’t have to. At most, the effect will just be a little weaker; it won’t make a huge difference."
"We’re both adults, and this is for treatment. What’s there to be embarrassed about?"
Qin Fei’Er smiled, lifting her shapely rear slightly. Her voice was coquettish. "Xiaochen, help me."
Chenyang nodded and reached out, pulling off the already loose nightgown.
In an instant, the only thing left on her perfect body was a pair of soaking wet, white panties.
Because they were wet, they had become transparent.
The gentle swell of her lovely mound was faintly visible.
The spot dripping with her nectar was outlined in the shape of a butterfly.
So beautiful!
So beautiful it was as if it held a magical power, mesmerizing Chenyang. He reached out with a slightly trembling hand.