As an incredibly soft sensation spread from his palm, he felt as if he were in a dream.
The irresistibly tempting Su Mei from the original novel, the legendary beauty whose figure made countless readers lust themselves to death, was now in his grasp? Her enticing, large breasts—his to mold into any shape he desired?
"Ah... Ahh... You... you naughty boy..." Su Mei gasped.
"How did your Master Hongling teach you?"
"Do you like... your Martial Uncle Su's... breasts that much?"
Her massive bosom was kneaded to the extreme by Lin Xiao, and she seemed incredibly sensitive to it. Su Mei's cheeks flushed crimson, her breath came in fragrant spurts, her full, enticing vermilion lips parted slightly, her tongue flicking out, as her body seemed to enter a certain state.
"Hmph! If that's the case... you... why are you still pretending, boy?"
"Why don't you hurry... hurry up and lick... lick Martial Uncle Su?"
She panted, unable to resist gently biting her handsome martial nephew's ear.
