Lin Family Villa.
The atmosphere in the room was amorous and sweet. Sun Zhe carried the naked Lin Miao out of the bathroom and gently laid her on the large bed.
"Witch Master..."
"What’s wrong?"
Lin Miao leaned against the headboard. Her beautiful eyes were filled with anticipation as she looked at him, a sweet, alluring smile on her face. "In the wardrobe, second shelf, third drawer... could you get my underwear for ?"
"Uh... hold on."
Sun Zhe walked over and opened the wardrobe. He pulled open the third drawer and found it filled with neatly folded, sexy lingerie, many of which were brand new and had never been worn.
"Miaomiao, which set do you want to wear?"
Lin Miao said bashfully, "The Witch Master can pick whichever set he likes, since it’s for our Master Witch to see anyway."
Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe gave a mischievous smile and looked back at Lin Miao. "You little minx... I already liked you."
"And now?"
"Now I like you even more!"
"..."
Then, Sun Zhe picked out a purple set and tossed it to Lin Miao, feeling that purple had a certain allure.
Lin Miao sat on the bed and quickly put on the two-piece set, then pointed to the other side of the wardrobe. "The stockings are over there, third compartnt."
Sun Zhe looked at her with an odd expression. "Are you really going to use your feet?"
Lin Miao nodded seriously. "Yeah, I really want to practice with my feet. Besides, I can reward you at the sa ti, so it’s a win-win situation."
Sun Zhe shook his head with a smile. "Then practice more. You can reward every day."
A little while later, Sun Zhe picked out a pair of shiny grey thigh-high stockings and brought them to the bed, handing them to Lin Miao.
"Do you need to help you put them on?"
"No, I’ll do it myself."
Lin Miao took them and, bending over, expertly slipped them on. Her once snow-white legs beca even more enticing in the stockings. Her jade-white feet were tightly enveloped by the sheer grey silk. The nails, painted a bright silver, were faintly visible, adding an air of mystery and allure that made them seem like an exquisite work of art. The lace band gently cinching her snow-white thighs was a particularly stunning embellishnt!
Sun Zhe admired the stunning beauty before him, and the Yang Qi within him imdiately grew restless, causing him to gulp involuntarily.
Lin Miao looked up at him. "Stop staring. Take off your pants and sit in front of ."
Staring at her elegant, silk-clad feet, Sun Zhe did as he was told without a word.
A mont later, Lin Miao blushed. Trembling, she lifted her legs and gently clamped the fiery dragon between her silk-clad feet.
"Hiss..."
As he was ensnared by her soft, silken feet, Sun Zhe inhaled sharply. Even though Zhu Yan and Ye Qiao had done this for him many tis before, it was the kind of thing one could never get tired of. Besides, the feeling was different with each person.
When Lin Miao heard Sun Zhe’s sound of pleasure, she couldn’t help but feel a secret delight, which bolstered her confidence in her own charm. Thus, she began to put in more effort.
She sneaked a glance at Sun Zhe, biting her rosy lips, her charming face full of concentration. She used one silk-clad foot to press the fiery dragon tightly against his lower abdon, while her other foot moved to gently knead the sac at its base with her soft sole. The fiery heat made her own soles tingle.
With his legs spread wide, Sun Zhe leaned back on the bed, supporting himself with his hands. His eyes shifted between two sights: the mysterious little bulge wrapped in delicate purple lace between Lin Miao’s legs, and the smooth, fine texture of her silk-clad feet as he savored their touch. The lace panties were extrely sexy. The openwork pattern couldn’t completely hide the beautiful sight underneath, revealing quite a bit of dark hair.
Lin Miao blushed and shot him a look. "What are you peeking at?"
"At your little kitty."
"Get lost."
Sun Zhe squinted in pleasure. "Why don’t you take them off? Looking at your little kitty might help finish faster."
"Will that really work?"
"Mmm..."
Half-convinced, Lin Miao twisted her supple waist and pulled her panties down to her knees. Her tender jade mound, lush with a patch of dark hair, was suddenly exposed to the air.
Sun Zhe’s gaze grew hot, and his heart pounded wildly. "Miaomiao, keep going. Don’t mind ."
"Oh..."
Ti passed bit by bit.
As she diligently "ravaged" the dragon with her silk-clad feet, Lin Miao’s heart suddenly leaped, and she hurriedly increased the pressure of her massage. It was because she suddenly felt the dragon between her feet begin to throb violently! Clearly, he was close!
Sure enough, as she applied more force, a hot stream of white fluid sprayed out with a splutter, covering her feet. A few drops even shot through the air in a graceful arc, splattering accurately on her face, clinging to her hair and eyelashes...
"Ah... you sprayed so far!"
Sun Zhe suddenly collapsed backward onto the bed, panting heavily. "Can’t help it. My kidneys are too good."
"So conceited!"
Lin Miao snorted softly and pulled her panties back on. She then used her slender fingers to wipe the few drops from her face. Bringing them to her nose for a sniff, she couldn’t help but frown. It had a faint, musky sll. It wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t repulsive either. For so reason, she even found the scent a little stimulating.
Furthermore, she knew a secret—the "little tadpoles" of the Pure Yang Holy Body had anti-aging properties that could preserve one’s youth. So, when she was sure Sun Zhe wasn’t looking, she stuck out the tip of her pink tongue and gently licked her finger. After tasting it and finding no strange flavor, she discreetly sucked her finger clean.
***
"Witch Master... my legs are so sore. Can you rub them for , please?"
Without a word, Sun Zhe sat up and moved to kneel beside her. He removed the thigh-high stockings and began to massage her legs.
"Mmm..." Lin Miao slowly lay back, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan of pleasure.
But after only a mont, she suddenly felt a hot, itchy sensation spreading through her body. It was an uncomfortable feeling.
"Witch Master, you... you’re using Pure Yang True Qi again! You’re so bad!"
Sun Zhe withdrew his hands, looking at her with a wicked smile. "You bullied so much just now. It’s my turn to bully you."
"Ah, no..."
Sun Zhe suddenly leaned over and pinned her delicate body down. Grasping her chin, he said, "Do you dare disobey the Witch Master’s orders?"
"Not listening, not listening to your chanting." Lin Miao’s charming face turned crimson, and she turned her head away.
Without another word, Sun Zhe reached out and pushed aside the purple lingerie covering her chest. Two round, plump mounds imdiately bounced free. A rich, milky fragrance instantly filled the air.
The enticing red buds atop the snowy peaks were already erect from arousal, looking so alluringly tender that they begged to be plucked and tasted.
Sun Zhe imdiately lowered his head and took one of the buds into his mouth, nibbling and suckling it gently.
"Mmmph... Ah... Witch Master, don’t... That tickles..." Frowning, Lin Miao moaned softly. Her delicate body writhed instinctively as she arched her swan-like neck and hugged Sun Zhe’s head tightly.
Faced with Sun Zhe’s passion, the fire of desire within her was completely ignited in just a few monts.
"By the way, Ah Zhe, do you rember... what I said to you before?"
Sun Zhe released her and propped himself up, staring at the shy beauty beneath him. "What did you say?"
Lin Miao pouted, looking away. "I said that once my leg heals, we should cultivate together." She paused. "It’s not completely healed yet, but it’s almost there... How about... you take now?"
Hearing this, Sun Zhe froze for a mont.
Then, his gaze turned predatory as he lunged down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss.
"Mmm... Witch Master, not so... intense..."
"..."
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