The Slender Waist-Chapter 249 - 174: Falling into the Abyss (Double Update)_3

Chapter 249: Chapter 174: Falling into the Abyss (Double Update)_3

Feng Yun originally wanted to stop him, but the hand clutching his just couldn’t bear to let go, placed on her own body, her throat emitted the sticky, glutinous meow of a cat, "Here, and here..."

Pei Jue stared at her intently.

He was familiar with the light in her eyes.

Last time she was pulled out of the Changhe River, she had looked just like this, tender and soft, deeply moved.

"How should I help you?" Pei Jue’s voice was slightly hoarse, the darkness in his eyes like a black hole that could suck in souls, seemingly about to devour her whole.

Feng Yun couldn’t say anything.

At this moment, she wasn’t herself, as if dominated by some demon or ghost, her consciousness scattered, only clinging to his body and rubbing against him to soothe the itch, gasping quietly from her mouth.

"Lady Yun?" Pei Jue patted her, signaling for her to lift her head.

"Who am I?"

Feng Yun shrunk her body as much as she could, her hands climbing onto his shoulders, desperately grasping, as if trying to hold onto something, her mouth uttering incoherent words, which were unclear except for the faint, shallow moans that were particularly arresting.

Pei Jue firmly pressed down her hands, found the spot she said was uncomfortable, pressed his fingers against it, and gently flicked and twisted.

"Who am I, Lady Yun?" he asked again.

Feng Yun let out a cry, and her entire body arched.

"General."

It wasn’t enough.

She breathed heavily, as if she could die at any moment, clinging to his arm, "Help me..."

A big soft mass pressed upon him, round and trembling, Pei Jue wanted to lift her up, but the view before his eyes kept shaking. The corner of his eye turned red, he lowered his head to bite, and she let out an intolerable moan.

"There are bugs, General, bugs biting me."

The voice was soft and thin, as if it hummed from the nostrils, like a naive little cat, eliciting sympathy and temptation.

Pei Jue sighed.

"There are no bugs."

"Here..."

Her legs stiffened, her eyes nearly brimmed with tears, desperate for gratification. Pei Jue, however, was not willing to please her freely, his movements cautious and meticulous, as if harboring feelings of tenderness, keeping the measure, kneading that small patch of vivid pink until it was soft and intoxicating. As he got to the soul-snatching depth, his fingertips couldn’t help but tremble...

As Feng Yun let him attend to her like this, the heart-tugging itch was not only half relieved; it was now even more embarrassing, her robe soaked through...

Feng Yun grit her teeth, glared at him.

She wished she could bite him to death.

Yet her entire being was soft and limp, only capable of breathing...

Her appearance was pitiful and on the verge of breakdown.

"Pei Gou... you’re doing this on purpose..."

She cursed again.

Pei Jue lowered his head, covered her mouth, and the curse became muffled in her sobs.

The fire was burning fiercely, Pei Jue was no better off than Feng Yun.

He was drenched in a heavy sweat, his breathing as rough as gasping.

In these days, allowing Feng Yun to tease him, his self-control had long been on the brink of eruption, and at this moment Feng Yun’s sudden onslaught was like the last straw breaking the camel’s back...

Feng Yun tugged at his waistband, he couldn’t bear it anymore, pressed her hand down, and pinned her down on the robe.

"You truly are... dreadful."

His voice remained cool and restrained.

It was so even-tempered it was as if he truly despised her.

This made Feng Yun’s suffering even worse.

She was like this already, yet he still wouldn’t relent, what else was there to hesitate?

"Wasn’t that the agreement?" she opened her blurry eyes, "General... doesn’t this count as a triumphant return?"

Pei Jue’s voice was hoarse, "It counts."

He picked up the celadon vase placed on the side.

The characters "Pearl Charms" hand-affixed by Puyang Jiu on the body of the vase had faded a bit due to the soaking, but the seal of the medicine bottle was good, the creamy ointment inside unaffected.

When Feng Yun realized the cooling paste was being applied along with his fingers, her throat tightened, and she recoiled shyly and fearfully, losing her composure on the spot.

"General... what are you applying..."

"Don’t be scared!" Pei Jue said, "It’s for your own good."

For what good?

Had he applied the itching medicine?

The more she thought about it, the more outraged she felt, her tears forced out by him.

"If the General won’t, then don’t, why the humiliation..."

The girl, embarrassed and twisting because she couldn’t escape, was slick like a fish in his palm, and Pei Jue’s eyes reddened with torment.

"Try moving again?"

Pei Jue lifted her knee carefully.

Feng Yun let him stir her until her gaze was scattered, only capable of low groans...

A cold breeze poured in through the stone window. Distracted by the noise, Pei Jue moved her and the cloak to a new position before he put down the ointment and buried his head to stare at her, as if observing his prey about to be devoured.

"Waist... look at me."

His body, hot as fire, pressed down, and what little sense Feng Yun had left had been scattered to the winds...

"Oh..." She reached out to grasp again.

The effect of Pearl Charms was obvious, it didn’t ease her discomfort, but made it worse by several degrees. Her whole body felt limp, as if thousands of ants were crawling all over her. Had she had the strength, had she not been restrained by him, she might have flipped him over and mounted him directly.

"Stop torturing me..."

Pei Jue took a deep breath, "Look at me."

Feng Yun moaned softly, "General."

She still recognized him, even like this; she wasn’t totally uncaring.

Pei Jue lowered his head to bite her collarbone.

Feng Yun felt pain, "What are you doing..."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes..."

"There’s more pain to come."

Feng Yun closed her eyes tightly. She could imagine the kind of pain it would be, yet sooner or later there would be such a cut. She was so itchy she couldn’t stand it and wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, she was eager for the pain to distract her.

Even if he were to bite her like he did just now, that would be good.

"Call me husband," Pei Jue commanded in a hoarse voice, his enormous weight bearing down.

A scorching sense of invasion washed over her.

Feng Yun’s eyes widened, her neck arched back and rigid, unable to relax. Her fingers dug into his solid muscles as she took deep breaths.

Even so, she couldn’t ease the slightest bit.

"Relax." He caressed her gently, "You need a lesson to understand the severity."

She knew the severity; it was like deliberately approaching a known danger. She was always aware, scared yet coveting and desiring...

"It’s impossible, completely impossible."

Feng Yun whimpered, tears squeezed out by the pressure.

When he pulled back, she reached up for him.

"Husband..."

Make a fuss when denied, cry when given, Pei Jue watched her tremble tautly, even the tone of her moans changing, her body aflame, so intense it was scorching. He almost wished he could just kill her.

He did not like to be rough.

But in such a circumstance, even if he was restrained, he still appeared somewhat fierce. Like a beast unleashed, the lady was delicate, soft, and petite. Even if she adopted a willing posture, it still felt like cruelty to flowers, too pitiful to bear...

"Lady Yun, still thinking of Xiao Cheng?"

Feng Yun gasped lightly, "Xiao Cheng... who is that?"

"..."

"I don’t... don’t recognize him."

Feng Yun could no longer see clearly the great general’s dark hair and cold face before her, her consciousness blurring as she clasped his neck, pulling him down to murmur beside his mouth.

"At this moment, I only recognize... Mr. Pei."

However, mood-killing words weren’t the sole reserve of him.

She said them too.

"If the General is still mindful of something or wishes to keep his integrity for someone... I wouldn’t mind if you brought Xiao San here... to help me..."

She indeed had the ability to infuriate Pei Jue.

That direct gaze, blurred with mockery, could drive any man mad at this moment.

"Then let us consummate our marriage right here." Pei Jue’s expression was cold and unmoved, the chill in his eyes like a blade that could pierce hearts, he grabbed her injured foot without any care, and thrust his hips down heavily.

Feng Yun’s fingertips tightened, trembling extremely...

One forceful move, two moans escaping.

"No, no, General, it’s still not okay..."

Pei Jue lowered his head to kiss her, their breath mingling, grinding slowly.

Outside the cave, the rain sounded like thunder, pattering down.

All was dark between heaven and earth.

A group of people pushed through the pouring rain, shouting for the General.

"Zuo Zhong, look quickly..."

Ao Qi rushed over excitedly.

"There seems to be a cave over there!"