Chen Ge inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate orchid-like fragrance that rose from her feverish skin, the pure scent of an untouched girl mixing with the musky perfume of her arousal. Those proud, rapidly rising and falling breasts pressed against his arm felt impossibly soft yet firm, the two stiff little nipples poking insistently through her blouse like ripe berries begging to be tasted. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, already leaking at the thought of stripping her bare and ruining every inch of this perfect, innocent body.
Without warning, Chen Ge bent low and slid one arm beneath her knees, the other cradling her plush ass. In a single effortless motion he lifted her light, trembling body into the air. Zhao Wen let out a startled cry, her small fists pounding weakly against his shoulders as her feet left the ground. The more she struggled, the more her skirt rode up, cool air kissing the soaked crotch of her panties and making her whimper in humiliation. She felt tiny and helpless in his arms, a fragile doll about to be broken.
Chen Ge strode into the pet resting room, kicked the door shut behind him, and tossed the beautiful, squirming girl onto the wide recovery bed. Before she could scramble away he followed her down, his heavy, muscular body pinning her beneath him like a predator claiming its prey. The mattress dipped under his weight, trapping her completely.
Overwhelmed with shame and panic, Zhao Wen's voice cracked as she begged, "Chen Ge… you can't do this… please… please let me go…" Tears welled in her large eyes, but beneath the fear her body was going soft and pliant, the fight draining out of her limbs. His chest rubbed insistently against her sensitive breasts, the friction on her aching nipples sending electric jolts straight to her clit. The rough, hungry way he touched her no longer felt repulsive; it felt terrifyingly good, and that realization made her tremble harder.
Chen Ge ignored her pleas completely. His mouth descended on her delicate, translucent earlobe, sucking the tender flesh between his teeth and lashing it with his hot tongue. Zhao Wen's eyes squeezed shut, lips parted on silent gasps as she tried to endure the assault. But when his wet lips closed around the sensitive shell of her ear and sucked hard, an involuntary spasm ripped through her entire body. A soft, broken moan escaped before she could stop it, her back arching off the bed and pressing her breasts harder into his chest.
Grinning like a wolf, Chen Ge dragged his mouth lower and crushed his lips against her bright, sexy red mouth. The taste of her was pure sin, soft, warm, and trembling. He kissed her savagely, tongue forcing against her clenched teeth, demanding entry. Zhao Wen turned her head desperately, trying to deny him, but he simply seized her face in both large hands and held her still, devouring her mouth with relentless hunger.
She kept her teeth locked tight, a final bastion of resistance, but Chen Ge only chuckled darkly. One hand released her face and slid down to capture her delicate ankle. He lifted her small, fragrant foot like it was made of priceless jade, cradling it reverently even as his eyes burned with filthy intent. Slowly, deliberately, he rubbed his cheek against her smooth instep, inhaling the faint, intoxicating scent of her skin after a long day, warm, slightly salty, utterly feminine.
His tongue darted out, tracing a slow, wet path from her heel to the tip of her big toe. Then he took each perfect toe into his mouth one by one, sucking greedily, swirling his tongue around them, nibbling gently with his teeth. Soft, obscene smacking sounds filled the room as he worshipped her foot like it was the most delicious candy he'd ever tasted. Zhao Wen's breath hitched, her thighs clenching together as waves of tingling heat shot straight to her core.
Chen Ge's mouth traveled higher, licking along the elegant arch, kissing and sucking at her ankle, then dragging his tongue up the silky length of her calf, leaving a glistening trail. All the while his strong hands gripped her ankles, slowly, inexorably forcing her long, shapely legs apart. After what felt like an eternity of this exquisite torture, Zhao Wen's whimpers grew more desperate; she tried to pull her foot away, but his left hand pinned it effortlessly while his right hand moved to the buttons of her work blouse.
One by one the buttons slipped free. Cool air rushed over her newly exposed skin as the blouse fell open, revealing a delicate pink lace bra that did nothing to hide the stiff, rosy peaks of her nipples straining against the sheer fabric. Chen Ge's burning gaze raked over her: slender alabaster shoulders, the gentle swell of her collarbones, and those perfect, full breasts barely contained by lace, rising and falling with her frantic breaths. Her virgin body, sculpted like a goddess, lay almost completely naked beneath him, trembling, flushed, and utterly at his mercy.
Chen Ge lay beside the trembling girl, his eyes devouring every inch of her nearly naked body spread across the soft recovery bed. The sight of her snow-white skin glowing under the dim light, the delicate curves of her waist flaring into lush hips, the way her chest rose and fell in panicked little breaths, it all made his throat go bone-dry. His Adam's apple bobbed painfully as he swallowed, the raw, animal hunger inside him roaring so loudly he could barely hear her soft pleas over the thunder of his own pulse.
"Chen Ge… no… please… no…"
Zhao Wen writhed helplessly on the sheets, her ripe, untouched body flushed crimson with shame and unwanted heat. Before she could twist away, Chen Ge rolled over her again, pinning her beneath his much larger frame. One powerful arm locked around her narrow waist while his free hand snaked up the silky expanse of her back, fingers tracing every delicate vertebra until they reached the clasp of her pink lace bra. With a wicked grin, he hooked a finger beneath the clasp and tugged hard.
"Ah! He's going to take my bra off!"
Pure panic flashed across her beautiful face. "No!" she cried, both hands flying up to clutch the cups, twisting her torso desperately to keep the last barrier in place. The clasp held for a heartbeat, then Chen Ge lost patience. He seized the thin straps on her shoulders and yanked them down her arms with brutal efficiency. The lace scraped over her skin, sliding lower and lower until the bra caught on the stiff peaks of her nipples. Her magnificent breasts, full, high, and impossibly firm, spilled free on either side, barely contained now. Only two stubborn triangles of lace still clung to her rosy nipples, framing the deep, shadowy cleavage between them. The sight was obscene perfection: snow-white flesh trembling with every frightened breath, delicate pink areolas peeking out, begging to be tasted.
Chen Ge's eyes blazed as he drank in the half-exposed glory of her chest. Those proud, gravity-defying breasts quivered with every tiny sob, the deep valley between them glistening with a faint sheen of nervous sweat. They looked carved from cream and honey, fragrant and impossibly soft yet standing high without any support, the kind of breasts that made a man lose his mind. His lips parted on a low, filthy groan, his smile turning darker, hungrier, utterly predatory.
Zhao Wen's slender arms immediately crossed over her chest, trying to hide the bounty that had just been revealed. A single crystal tear slipped from the corner of her eye, tracing a slow, shimmering path down her flushed cheek. Beneath long, dark lashes, her autumn-water eyes squeezed shut in mortification, refusing to meet his gaze. Her entire face burned scarlet, lips trembling as she whispered again, "Please… don't…"
Chen Ge only laughed, low and triumphant, and seized one delicate ankle in each large hand. With a single powerful motion he forced her long, satin-smooth legs apart, spreading her wide beneath him like an offering. The soaked crotch of her panties was now fully exposed, the thin fabric clinging transparently to her swollen folds, outlining every intimate detail.
"Ah… ah… Chen Ge… no… don't… you can't do this… I'm still a virgin… oh… please… no…"
Her pleas dissolved into broken whimpers as her most sacred place was laid bare, protected only by that pathetic scrap of lace now dark and drenched with her own arousal. Cool air kissed her heated core, making her thighs quiver uncontrollably.
Chen Ge's hands slid greedily down the silky expanse of her thighs until his fingers hooked under the waistband of her panties. He tugged once, hard. Zhao Wen's eyes flew open in pure terror. One small hand abandoned her breast to clamp desperately over the fabric, trying to keep it in place, while the other still shielded her naked chest. "No! Please! If you take them off I… I'll really lose everything!" she begged, voice cracking.
But Chen Ge was merciless. With a low growl he ripped the panties downward. The delicate lace tore slightly at the seams, sliding over the lush curve of her hips, revealing inch after inch of flawless skin. First the perfect roundness of her snow-white ass came into view, then the glistening, bright red lips of her virgin pussy framed by a neat triangle of dark, silky hair. The fabric caught briefly on her thighs before he yanked it free entirely, leaving her completely, utterly naked beneath him.
Zhao Wen's last shred of resistance crumbled. Her hands fell limply to the sheets, tears spilling freely now as she accepted there was no escape. Her breathtaking body, flushed and trembling, lay open and vulnerable, every perfect curve displayed for the man who was about to claim her innocence.
Consumed by raw, blazing lust, Chen Ge fell on her like a starving beast. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and lowered his mouth to one tender, untouched breast. His lips closed around the rosy nipple he had exposed earlier, sucking hard, tongue lashing the stiff peak until it throbbed against his teeth.
"Ah… mmm…" A helpless, needy moan tore from Zhao Wen's throat despite herself, her back arching off the bed and pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
"No… Chen Ge… please… don't…" she whimpered again, but the protest was weak, her body already betraying her with every shuddering breath.
"My darling beauty," he rasped against her wet, glistening nipple, "isn't this comfortable? Just wait. It's going to feel so much better soon. Don't move… let me taste you properly."
Chen Ge's eyes gleamed with dark victory as he gazed down at the shy, ravished girl beneath him. Slowly, deliberately, he stripped off his own clothes, letting her see exactly what was about to take her virginity. His thick, rock-hard cock sprang free, heavy and leaking, veins pulsing along its length. Zhao Wen's tear-filled eyes widened, a mix of fear and involuntary hunger flickering in their depths. Beneath the shame and indignation, Chen Ge caught the unmistakable glint of anticipation, her body already aching to be filled even as her mind screamed no.
He lowered himself again, sucking greedily at her tender nipples, inhaling the sweet, milky scent of her virgin breasts mixed with the heady perfume of her arousal. Then he pressed his naked body fully against hers, skin on skin, his burning cock sliding along the soft curve of her belly, leaving a trail of slick precum. "Ah… no… um… Chen Ge… ah… no… no… no!" she gasped, voice breaking into soft, desperate cries as the scorching heat of a fully aroused male body claimed every inch of her delicate, untouched skin for the first time.
A thick, burning-hot column of flesh (long, rigid, and impossibly hard like tempered steel) pressed heavily against Zhao Wen's soft, flat belly, branding her skin with its heat. The sheer size of it made her heart slam against her ribs in terror while a shameful flutter of curiosity bloomed between her thighs. She had never felt a man's arousal before, and the reality of it (so much larger, thicker, and more menacing than she had ever imagined) stole her breath. In the dim light of the resting room, the engorged shaft throbbed visibly against her, leaving a glistening trail of precum across her navel. Zhao Wen's mind spun. "What… what is this thing?" she thought, cheeks flaming, already knowing the answer yet too innocent to fully accept it. "It can't be… how can it be this huge, this thick, this long, this terrifyingly hard…?"
Overwhelmed with virginal shyness, Zhao Wen tried to pretend she hadn't noticed Chen Ge's naked, shameless state. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her face away, but the moment his large hand slipped between her trembling thighs and cupped the soaked heat of her pussy, all pretense shattered. Two thick fingers slid easily along her slick, swollen folds, gathering her shameful wetness and spreading it in slow, deliberate circles around her untouched entrance. Her delicate face burned crimson as the truth became undeniable: she was drenched, slippery, and aching for something she had never known. The discovery made her want to sink through the bed in embarrassment.
Yet the longer she tried to ignore him, the stronger an inexplicable, molten hunger rose inside her chest, drowning out fear and modesty alike. Her beautiful eyes fluttered open against her will, drawn irresistibly to the man looming over her. Chen Ge's muscular frame seemed to grow larger with every heartbeat, his expression dark and feral, eyes burning with raw lust. The more she stared at the monstrous cock jutting proudly from his groin (veins pulsing, crown flushed angry red, a bead of precum trembling at the slit), the hotter the fire between her legs became. Her thighs, pressed desperately together to hide her shame, began to quiver. Thick, sticky nectar seeped steadily from her virgin slit, coating the insides of her thighs and the sheets beneath her. Shame and indignation warred with helpless, aching need; her watery eyes glistened with unshed tears even as her pupils dilated with longing.
Hidden beneath soft, dark curls, her delicate pearl (once a tiny soybean-sized bud) had swollen into a proud, peanut-sized nub, standing erect and begging for attention. Framed by flushed pink petals and creamy white skin, it looked impossibly precious: bright red, tender, glistening with her own juices, throbbing visibly with every frantic beat of her heart. It was the most exquisite little clit Chen Ge had ever seen, and he intended to worship it until she screamed.
Without warning, Chen Ge seized her slender ankles and forced her legs wide apart, spreading her like a sacrifice. Before Zhao Wen could cry out, his hot mouth descended, lips sealing over her plump, juicy labia as if kissing her mouth. He sucked hard, drawing the sensitive folds between his teeth, then lashed them with his rough tongue, tracing every delicate ridge and valley. The sudden onslaught of wet heat made her entire body jolt.
"Ah! Oh! Chen Ge… it's… it's too dirty… don't lick there…!" she wailed, voice cracking with mortified pleasure.
"Dirty?" Chen Ge growled against her dripping flesh, voice muffled as he refused to release her. "Baby, this is the sweetest, most beautiful little pussy I've ever tasted. Aniki san is going to devour every drop."
His lewd grin widened as he looked up at her crimson face. Gripping her thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints, he dragged her hips to the very edge of the bed, draping her legs over his broad shoulders. Her glistening pink petals were now perfectly presented to his hungry mouth. He attacked again (sucking her fat outer lips, nibbling gently, then plunging his tongue deep into her clenching virgin entrance). Hot breath washed over her clit as he lapped upward in one slow, filthy stroke, coating her from entrance to pearl in his saliva.
Every time his rough tongue curled around her swollen clit or speared into her tight hole, Zhao Wen's hips bucked involuntarily. A crawling, electric itch tormented her from the inside out, making her limp and boneless. She tried to twist away, but it only pressed her pussy harder against his face. Shameful moans spilled from her lips, her body writhing in confused desperation (half struggling, half chasing more of that devastating pleasure).
She couldn't take another second. Her heart thundered so violently she feared it would burst. Waves of fire consumed her, leaving her empty, aching, and utterly lost to lust. The proud, innocent veterinarian was gone; in her place was a needy, dripping girl who only wanted one thing.
"Chen Ge… you bad, bad man…" Zhao Wen sobbed, voice trembling with surrender, "give it to Wenwen… Wenwen can't take it anymore… please… mmm…"
Chen Ge lifted his head from between her thighs, lips glistening with her juices, eyes blazing with triumph. While still lazily sucking on one sweat-slick breast, rolling the stiff nipple against his tongue, he pressed his entire naked body against hers and purred, "Give you what, my good little wife? Tell aniki exactly what you want."
Zhao Wen whimpered, legs still held open by his iron grip, too shy to spread them willingly yet burning to be filled. Her soaked, virgin pussy fluttered desperately against his abs, smearing him with her need, silently begging for the thick cock that had haunted her thoughts all night.
Chen Ge's large palms glided slowly down the exquisite curve of Zhao Wen's slender waist, savoring the satin-smooth skin that trembled beneath his touch. When he reached the lush swell of her round, pert buttocks, he cupped them possessively, fingers sinking deep into the yielding flesh. His fingertips slipped lower, teasing the slick, swollen entrance that wept for him, tracing the oozing fluids in slow, deliberate circles. Each feather-light stroke drew a broken, needy moan from her throat. Her virgin pussy fluttered desperately, aching to be filled, yet the untouched ring of muscle at her entrance clenched in fearful anticipation, torn between unbearable emptiness and the promise of overwhelming pain.
"Wenwen… ah… Wenwen wants… wants you… um… please… good honey… love aniki san… give… give it to your little Wenwen…"
The words tumbled from Zhao Wen's cherry-blossom lips in a breathless, shameless rush. She knew exactly what this wicked man was doing (tormenting her with pleasure, pushing her past the point of no return), but the pure virgin could no longer fight. Her body burned, every nerve screaming for the thick cock that had haunted her thoughts all night.
Chen Ge shifted his weight, letting the scorching length of his iron-hard cock drag along her trembling belly and settle heavily against her lower abdomen. The sheer size of it (thick veins pulsing, crown flared and dripping) branded her with its heat. Zhao Wen's eyes widened in awe and terror as she felt its power firsthand, the knowledge that this monstrous thing was about to claim her innocence sending a fresh flood of slick arousal gushing from her core. Lust had completely devoured her reason; chastity, modesty, everything was ashes. All that remained was raw, animal need to be taken, possessed, ruined by the man she now called honey.
"Ah… honey… your hands… mmm… so amazing…" she whimpered, hips rolling helplessly into his touch.
"Good little sister," Chen Ge purred, voice dark with cruel amusement, "do you only want my hands?"
He circled her throbbing clit once, twice, then withdrew completely, leaving her empty and aching.
"No… please… give… give yours… yours…"
The filthy plea caught in her throat, too obscene for her innocent mouth. Chen Ge only smiled wider, fingers ghosting around her dripping entrance without ever pushing inside, teasing, denying, until her entire body shook with frustration.
Finally, the dam broke. "Give me your… your big cock… mmm… honey… Wenwen wants… wants you… ah…!"
The moment the vulgar word left her pure, sweet lips, Zhao Wen's last shred of resistance melted away. Her body turned to liquid fire in his arms, hips rocking shamelessly, chasing any friction she could find. She was a hooked fish thrashing on the line, knowing surrender was inevitable yet desperate for that final, devastating bite.
Chen Ge's chest burned with triumphant lust. Seeing the proud, innocent veterinarian reduced to a begging, dripping mess beneath him was the ultimate conquest. Her body had gone completely limp, soft and pliant, ready to be used however he wished.
When he finally released her legs, Zhao Wen didn't stretch them out in relief. Instead, her slender waist arched violently off the bed, thighs snapping open and wrapping around his hips with shocking speed. If his hands hadn't caught her waist, she would have impaled herself on his cock right then, so desperate was she to be filled. Her soaked pussy hovered inches from his throbbing crown, trembling, dripping, begging.
In the bright light of the room, Chen Ge watched in rapt fascination as her tender, red vulva fluttered wildly between snow-white thighs. A thick, milky-white gush of arousal suddenly spurted from her depths, steaming hot and sweet-scented, splattering across his abs and running in rivulets down her legs to soak the sheets beneath. The lewd, wanton display was the final proof: his pure little virgin was ready to be bred.
With a guttural growl, Chen Ge gripped the base of his cock and lined the swollen head with her pristine entrance. One brutal thrust (plop!) and he speared into her untouched virgin cunt. The tight ring of muscle stretched obscenely around his girth, membranes bulging, no gap left for escape. A flood of hot, creamy love juice was forced out by the invasion, squirting in messy arcs over her thighs and stretching into long, glistening strands that dripped slowly onto the ruined sheets.
"Ah… honey… so amazing… ah… ah ah… ouch… it hurts so much… honey, be gentle…!"
The sudden penetration triggered an immediate, shocking little orgasm. Zhao Wen's entire body convulsed, pussy clamping down on the invading cock in rhythmic spasms as pleasure and pain exploded together. But her virgin passage was impossibly narrow, and Chen Ge's cock was monstrous. The blissful peak lasted only seconds before the brutal stretch turned into throbbing, tearing agony, as if her delicate entrance were being split apart by the thick, merciless shaft now buried inside her.
The fat, swollen crown of Chen Ge's cock was suddenly swallowed by the hottest, softest, most impossibly tight flesh he had ever felt, velvet walls rippling around him like a living silk glove made for a girl half her age. Every millimeter he advanced, Zhao Wen's virgin cunt clenched harder, sucking at his glans with delicate, greedy pulses, as though the deepest part of her was trying to drag him in whether she wanted it or not. A faint, rhythmic suction tugged from far inside her untouched channel, and the sensation was so exquisite Chen Ge nearly lost control right then. His instinct roared to slam forward, to rip through her hymen in one brutal thrust and claim her completely, but experience held him back. A treasure this perfect deserved to be savored, stretched, and broken in slowly until she begged for the pain herself.
"Does it hurt, Wenwen, my sweet little wife…?" he rasped, voice thick with restraint. "Shall I pull my big cock out of your poor, tender little hole?"
As he spoke, he eased his hips back, letting the ridged crown drag slowly along her slick, puffy labia, smearing her creamy juices over every inch of retreating shaft. Then, agonizingly slowly, he pushed forward again until the blunt head kissed the thin barrier of her virginity and stopped. He repeated the torment over and over, shallow, teasing thrusts that never gave her what she truly needed.
Each time he withdrew, the swollen ache in her stretched entrance eased, only to be replaced by a hollow, gnawing emptiness that made Zhao Wen whimper and squirm. Her hips chased him instinctively, trying to keep him inside. And each time he slid back in and bumped that fragile membrane, the emptiness vanished, but a sharp, throbbing pain bloomed anew. She was caught in perfect agony, wanting him deeper yet terrified of what deeper meant, her mind and body at war while her pussy wept and fluttered around the invading cockhead.
Gradually, impossibly, her virgin channel began to yield. The burning stretch softened into something else, an electric, itching pleasure that coiled tighter with every shallow thrust. The more he teased her entrance, the more that wicked itch crawled deeper, until her entire pussy felt like it was on fire with need. Zhao Wen's breath hitched; her waist began to roll in slow, desperate circles, chasing the friction that would finally scratch the unbearable ache inside her.
Soon she was writhing again, long, satin-smooth thighs clamping around his hips like vines, ankles locking behind his back as if she could force him deeper herself. Soft, needy whimpers spilled from her throat with every breath, her body screaming what her shy mouth still couldn't say.
Chen Ge felt her surrender in the way her walls fluttered and sucked at him, in the fresh flood of hot juices coating his shaft. Yet still he denied her, pulling back whenever she tried to arch up and swallow more of him, keeping her teetering on the edge of madness. His strong hands pinned her waist to the mattress, refusing to let her take what she craved.
"Please… ah… honey… Wenwen has already submitted to you… good honey… give… give it to your little sister…"
Her voice broke on the plea, tears of frustration glistening in her lashes. She knew exactly what was coming, had known from the first moment that thick, scorching cock had nudged her virgin entrance. This was the moment she ceased to be a girl and became a woman, his woman, impaled and owned.
The instant his crown pushed past her hymen and truly entered her, Zhao Wen's world shattered into pure sensation. The stretch, the heat, the impossible fullness, it was everything she had feared and craved. Pubic bones ground together, coarse hair scraping her swollen clit, and the feeling of being stuffed so completely made her sob with relief.
Especially when that thick, veiny shaft finally breached her narrow passage, her soft, elastic labia clamped around it like a desperate mouth, rippling and sucking with every inch. The pure, shy beauty felt a bolt of lightning shoot through her entire body; her snow-white limbs went rigid, delicate arms stiffening, slender fingers clawing at the sheets as her back bowed off the bed.
"Ah—!"
A high, melodic cry tore from her throat. Her beautiful head snapped back, long hair spilling across the pillow, face flushed crimson, brows drawn in exquisite torment, starry eyes squeezed shut, teeth sinking into her plump lower lip to stifle the screams.
Her delicate feet arched hard, ten perfect toes curling and digging into the mattress as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure-pain crashed through her. She felt weightless, floating in a storm of sensation, every nerve singing.