Chapter 162: Ancient Side Story: Devouring the Little Wet Nurse (11)
The woman in the tub wore not a stitch, shielding the view of her chest with a mix of fear and worry. Her brow held not only terror but a tinge of shamed irritation.
Yet this sight of her did nothing to drive the man away; it only fueled his desire to conquer.
If this were real, Song Weiyang would absolutely never force a woman into anything.
But this was false. The background and identities were all fabricated. On top of that, in Ji Ning's eyes right now, he was her husband's cousin. This forbidden connection ignited strange, wicked fire within Song Weiyang. His temples throbbed, and the hardness beneath him was shockingly rigid.
Still, Song Weiyang decided to endure a while longer to avoid frightening her. In a gentle voice, he said, "Sister-in-law, it's difficult to bathe alone. How about I help wash your back?"
After he finished speaking, he smiled faintly. Both his face and voice carried a deadly allure.
Ji Ning stared at him, dumbstruck, which he took as silent consent. He walked to her side, scooped up a handful of warm water to pour down her back, and began rubbing with slight pressure from his fingertips.
Ji Ning thought she would strongly resist intimacy with her brother-in-law, yet her body not only quickly accepted his touch but even craved more.
The feeling on her back was tingling and comfortable. She lay against the tub's edge, and because she was enjoying this attentive service, her resolve gradually wavered.
Somehow, her brother-in-law Song Weiyang seemed extremely familiar with her body, knowing her flesh was tender and sensitive. The force of his hands was light, yet perfectly calibrated to make her feel good.
His caresses mixed with kneading; though he called it washing her back, it felt more like a soothing massage. Ji Ning was so comfortable she wanted to hum, but given the already improper situation, she dared not make a sound. She stayed silent and didn't speak to him, though secretly she was struggling to hold back with great effort.
After Song Weiyang had attended to every inch of skin on her back, he leaned down and pressed close behind Ji Ning. He asked softly, "Would sister-in-law like me to rub the front as well?"
His mouth was extremely close to her ear. As he spoke, his light breaths swept across her earlobe and neck, stirring an unbearable itchiness.
Ji Ning shrank her neck, which happened to nestle onto Song Weiyang's shoulder. He turned his head slightly, and suddenly their cheeks were pressed together.
This unintentional contact seemed to completely shatter Song Weiyang's suppressed urges. Almost without thinking, one hand held Ji Ning's chin to keep her still, while the other hand slid down from her shoulder, cupping a full breast and kneading it gently.
Ji Ning could no longer hold back. A whimper escaped her lips, only to be sucked into Song Weiyang's mouth.
Once he'd tasted success, he abandoned all courtesy. Whether kissing her or touching her body, his focus was intense. He advanced step by step, cornering Ji Ning until she had no strength left to resist. She could only lean in his embrace and let him do as he pleased.
The more intimate they became, the more inseparable they were. Without either noticing when, Song Weiyang had also stepped into the tub. Their bodies pressed tightly together through the soaked thin shirt, their temperatures rising again and again.
Her brother-in-law's kisses were sweet, and his body, brimming with vigorous youth, was exceptionally alluring. Ji Ning tasted the exquisite flavor, but her heart was constantly entwined with guilt and sin. Half her body was in paradise, half in the depths of hell. This sensation was far too torturous, making her increasingly sensitive.
After Song Weiyang had entangled with her enough, he wrapped an arm around Ji Ning's waist, making her lean against the tub's edge. Both hands parted the round cheeks of her rear, and he pressed his waist against the space between her thighs, grinding.
The bath oil mixed with her slick fluids, slippery and blending between them. Both felt an unbearable pleasure, their high and low moans intertwining.
"Ah… sister-in-law tastes so incredibly good…" Song Weiyang felt wave after wave of tingling numbness from the pleasure. Satisfied, he kissed Ji Ning's shoulder, then caught her earlobe between his teeth as he thrust inch by inch. Listening to her alluring cries mixed with unbearable sobbing, he pressed relentlessly against the depths of her tight passage.
"Ah… no…" Ji Ning didn't understand why it felt so intense the moment he entered. She could feel the copious amount of fluid released by his thrusts, dripping along their joined bodies into the bathwater.
He was very young, but that part of him was terrifyingly large. The ridge of his head scraped inside her, grinding her to the point where tears of pleasure fell.
Yet the man himself was so gentle, his words sweet and generous with praise. Even when his thrusts were rough, his mouth remained tender, coaxing her softly.
Ji Ning's heart, much like her body, was completely conquered by him. At the peak of climax, stirred by the movement deep in her heart, she even turned back to kiss him on her own initiative.
Song Weiyang fervently returned Ji Ning's kiss, feeling immensely grateful for this system bug that had given him such an opportunity—to approach Ji Ning and seduce her in the role of her brother-in-law.
He had never imagined transgressing ethics, nor did he understand it. But only after experiencing it did he realize how utterly satisfying it was to have the one he loved break down her defenses and accept him.
He had never been more captivated than he was in this moment.
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