Chapter 125
Chenyang was a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
He possessed an extremely thorough understanding of human anatomy and the distribution of meridians.
At the same time, he was also proficient in the Yin-Yang Fusion Skill.
He knew exactly which acupoints to press to bring a woman pleasure and which meridians to stimulate to arouse her—skills that were second nature to him.
He remembered something written in one of his grandfather’s books: to make a woman unable to get enough, satisfying her body wasn’t sufficient; you also had to let her taste the sublimation of her very soul.
To put it bluntly, it was the pleasure of a cerebral orgasm.
This was difficult for most people.
But for Chenyang, it was as easy as flipping his palm.
He was fully confident he could make An Xiaoqing squirt in no time.
He also had the technique to make her climax once, only to find herself uncontrollably craving a second round.
As he mused, the single finger he had extended suddenly became two.
His middle finger, slick with her nectar, silently probed into her opening.
As he began to pump with alternating light and heavy strokes, he pressed his index finger against the raised nub of her jade mound.
This was every woman’s most sensitive spot.
Once his fingertip was in place, he immediately began to rub it with a steady rhythm.
An Xiaoqing wasn’t yet at that ravenous age, but she was born with a sensitive constitution.
The thrusting of his middle finger alone was already pushing her to the edge. When Chenyang began to rub that pink little bud, her delicate body trembled violently, and she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a low moan.
"Ngh... Ah... You... You’re making me feel so full down there... but it feels so good."
"Harder... A little harder, please. I... I love this feeling. Faster... Go faster."
She covered her mouth, but the beautiful, irrepressible moans of pleasure still escaped from between her fingers.
Chenyang glanced up at her. "I can’t go faster right now. If you want to squirt, I have to make you feel full to the absolute limit first."
"Then... then how long will that take?"
"When you feel like a volcano is about to erupt, that’s probably about when."
"If we were using your... your big thing, would it still take this long?"
"Not at all. After all, fingers can never compare to that big thing," Chenyang said, raising an eyebrow. "What’s wrong? Changed your mind and want to try a different method?"
"N-No, that’s not it."
’She wanted to switch. She wanted to get off!’
’Because even though what he was doing felt incredibly good, that full, swelling sensation was also giving her an indescribably awkward feeling.’
’It was just like when she was pleasuring herself and was suddenly interrupted right as she was about to climax.’
’But her inner shame and her guard against Chenyang made her hold fast to that last boundary.’
Chenyang didn’t press her further.
Good things come to those who wait.
’He refused to believe this woman could withstand his teasing.’
With this in mind, he threw himself into the task with his full concentration.
The rhythm of his thrusting middle finger alternated between fast and slow, while the pressure of his rubbing index finger varied from light to heavy.
His other hand wasn’t idle, either.
It started at An Xiaoqing’s delicate, fair feet, slowly stroking its way upward.
Soon, it arrived between her legs.
Throughout this process, An Xiaoqing didn’t try to stop him, nor did she feel like Chenyang was taking advantage of her.
She was deeply convinced this was just another part of the process to stimulate her.
However, after Chenyang’s hand vigorously kneaded her perky buttocks a few times, it snaked up along her waist and slid underneath her clothes.
Sensing his hand getting closer and closer to her breasts, she hurriedly spoke up. "Wh-What are you doing? Isn’t working on me down there enough?"
Chenyang replied with a completely straight face, "The meridians are all interconnected. To ensure a higher success rate, I have to stimulate all the sensitive points on your body!"
"Really?"
"Do I look like I’m lying?"
Of course, Chenyang was lying.
In truth, with his medical skills, he could have gotten the thing out using conventional methods.
But when an opportunity this good presented itself, only a fool would pass it up.
Seeing An Xiaoqing relax her guard, half-believing and half-doubting him, he immediately took the opportunity to scale those constantly heaving, soft peaks.
’So big!’
’So soft!’
As he kneaded them, they were full of elasticity. The feeling brought Chenyang immense pleasure, and his fingers began to make the soft breasts change shape continuously.
But soon, he grew dissatisfied with just this.
Steeling himself, he tore her shirt open with a RIIIP.
Then, under An Xiaoqing’s somewhat anxious gaze, he lowered his head and took the bud on her breast directly into his mouth.