The Lustful Young Master is Sinister!

Chapter 206: Self challenge ( Villain? Nah! )

Chapter 206: Self challenge ( Villain? Nah! )

Chapter 206: Self challenge ( Villain? Nah! )

Qing Li’s eyes widened in horror as Bai Lung forced the pill into her mouth.

She struggled against his iron grip, but her weakened body was no match for his monstrous strength, not to mention, that even her Qi pathway was blocked.

The bitter taste of the pill assaulted her senses, and she felt a strange warmth begin to spread through her veins.

She could feel warmness spreading all over her body, the feeling was strange, she could feel her vitality rapidly increasing.

Bai Lung’s grin grew wider as he observed the effect of the drug on his captive.

“That’s a good pill, but it’s rude to take something for free without returning anything,” he purred, his voice dripping with malicious intent.

“Now, let’s see what else I can do to make you feel… good, ” He added with a lustful tone.

With a swift motion, he tore away the tattered remains of Qing Li’s clothes, exposing her trembling form to the cool air.

His eyes hungrily drank at the sight of her soft, pale skin, and he reached out to caress her curves.

Qing Li shuddered at his touch, her body betraying her as a surge of unwanted desire coursed through her.

“No…” she whispered, her voice laced with a desperate plea.

But Bai Lung paid no heed to her pleas, his hands roaming freely over her delicate flesh.

He leaned in, his hot breath caressing her neck, and Qing Li felt her resolve begin to crumble.

“Let’s do it again,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. “Let the pleasure consume you,”

Ummmwhhhhaaa~

And with that, he claimed her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth as his fingers deftly caressed her most sensitive places causing her legs to tremble.

Uhmmm Hmmm

Qing Li’s mind reeled, the effect coursing through her veins heightening every sensation. She felt herself surrendering to the onslaught of sensation… Her core region was already hitting up, needing that ‘cool’

Qing Li trembled with a mixture of fear and unbidden desire as Bai Lung’s scorching gaze consumed her trembling form.

His eyes were cold as they met her, her tongue was motionless while he remained restless.

His calloused hands caressed her soft, porcelain buttocks, igniting a conflagration of sensation that threatened to consume her very being.

‘fiend!’ she cried, her mind quivering even as her body betrayed her, arching into his touch.

As their kiss broke apart, Bai Lung’s laughter, dark and velvet-smooth, sent shivers down her spine.

“Nay! You are quite a sweet flower,” he purred, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers.

“I shall not relinquish my prize so easily,” he adds playing with her hair.

With a fluid motion, he once again captured her mouth in a kiss, his tongue plundering the depths of her willing cavern.

Qing Li’s eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the onslaught of sensations, her body alight with a wanton need she dared not acknowledge.

Nmm Mmmm Uhmm

Bai Lung’s hands roamed her waist to thicc thighs, kneading and caressing until she writhed beneath his touch, a symphony of breathless gasps and stifled moans.

He broke the kiss, drinking at the sight of her flushed, trembling form.

” Quite Exquisite!” he murmured, his voice thick with dark promise.

And with that, he positioned himself above her, his hardened manhood pressing against her most intimate place.

Qing Li tensed, a flicker of fear igniting in her eyes, even as her traitorous body ached for his invasion.

Bai Lung’s gaze burned with primal hunger as he removed his dress from a snap.

Qing Li tensed, a flicker of fear igniting in her eyes, even as her traitorous body ached for his invasion.

He slowly, inexorably, sheathed himself within her trembling sheath.

Qing Li’s breath caught in her throat, a strangled whimper escaping her lips as he filled her completely.

“You have a good hole,” Bai Lung growled, his hips rolling in a steady, punishing rhythm.

“Your body welcomes me so readily, my sweet lotus flower,”

His long erect manhood, winter inside her, she was still tight, her vaginal wall clenching into his cock from all directions.

Qing Li’s nails raked down his back as she fought against the tide of sensation, her pride warring with the shameful pleasure that threatened to drown her.

” ooohhh! Ahhhh ” A soft escaped her mouth as she could feel his hard thing once again inside her hitting her sensitive G-spot.

She felt weak, her blood heating up rapidly not to mention, she was dripping wet despite her situation.

But Bai Lung’s skilled caresses and the persistent thrumming of the pill in her veins eroded her last vestiges of resistance.

She arched into his touch, her legs wrapping around his waist, drawing him deeper.

“Nay, villain… I won’t get pregnant, right? ” she gasped, even as her body betrayed her words. “I…I shall not succumb to your wicked wiles,”

” HeheHahaha! ” Bai Lung’s laughter was dark and rich as he claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss for the third time.

“Ooh! You will indeed bear my child,” he murmured against her lips, “Soon, you shall be begging for more… Wanting more and more blessing, every year!”

Qing Li’s body trembled.

She cursed her traitorous flesh for betraying her, for aching to be claimed by this villainous brute.

Yet as he aligned his throbbing manhood with her slick, quivering entrance, a primal longing overtook her.

She ground her hips against him, a lewd moan escaping her kiss-swollen lips.

“Then… Take me, wretched fiend,” she breathed, her voice thick with shameful need.

“Ravish me until I can no longer stand!” she said accepting her defeat.

In the world of ‘darkness’ one would need to commit suicide if he or she faces the overwhelming threat or you can only be violated and she chooses to be violated.

Bai Lung’s eyes gleamed with savage triumph as he surged forward, breaching her tight, velvet sheath in wild thrust, pushing in and pulling out.

“ahhh! Ohhhh! Nnnn! Ahhh! Ahhh! Nii! Nee! Ahh! Aahhh! Ahhhhhhhhh”

Qing Li cried out, her back arching as her body was stretched and filled to the brink.

Pleasure and pain intertwined, igniting every nerve ending until she was delirious with sensation.

His hips pistoned relentlessly, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Qing Li’s world narrowed to the punishing rhythm of their coupling, to the slick sounds of flesh against flesh and the symphony of their ragged breathing and stifled cries.

She clutched at his shoulders, her nails scoring angry red lines down his back as she surrendered herself to the maelstrom of ecstasy.

Every stroke, every grind of his hips, sent shockwaves of pleasure lancing through her quivering form.

“Nnnnnn! uuuuu!” she cried, her voice cracking with wanton abandon.