Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 170: I Want You to Use Your Mouth

Hmm??

Yang Cheng paused momentarily, then immediately absorbed all the Primordial Yin Qi in the air.

So rich!

For a moment, his expression became even stranger. Although Fang Ling’s Primordial Yin Qi was very abundant, it couldn’t compare to what he felt at the moment.

Moreover, Primordial Yin Qi was also slowly permeating from Fang Ling’s body.

This means that the previous burst of Primordial Yin Qi wasn’t from Fang Ling.

It’s coming again!

Just then, a much stronger surge of Primordial Yin Qi hit, invigorating him. His gaze immediately fell on the wall, and through his perception, he discovered that these two rich streams of Primordial Yin Qi were coming from the other side of it.

In the next moment, Yang Cheng immediately activated his X-ray Vision. As the wall gradually became transparent, a sensuous and alluring body slowly emerged before him.

Gulp!!

Watching Chu Xiaoyu, who was engaging in ’craftsmanship’ in the master bedroom, he swallowed lightly, and the wicked fire within him burned even more fiercely.

So full, so hot!

This body definitely deserves to be called perfect; any normal man would be unable to resist such temptation.

Clearly, Chu Xiaoyu was about to reach the peak at this critical moment; her arms moved rapidly, and as she let out high-pitched gasps, the sheets were quickly getting soaked.

Such moisture!

If anything were to happen, wouldn’t that just be ecstasy in living?

Initially, upon hearing that his father was looking for a little lover, Yang Cheng was somewhat angry, but after truly witnessing Chu Xiaoyu’s sensual beauty, he gradually understood his father. He even felt a desire to follow in his father’s footsteps at that moment, to tread the old path his father once walked!

"We need to speed up; your mother is done!"

Seeing that Chu Xiaoyu had reached the peak, Yang Cheng knew there wasn’t much time left and sped up the massage for Fang Ling.

"Ah~~ You... how did you know?"

Lying in Yang Cheng’s arms, Fang Ling asked, panting heavily, her eyes misty.

Yang Cheng gently kneaded Fang Ling, chuckled, and said, "Did you forget? I am a cultivator, my hearing is very keen. Just now, through your mother’s voice, I could tell she has reached the peak, she’s about to finish."

"Ah... you, you were actually listening to my mother’s sounds all along."

Fang Ling was stunned, then her face turned crimson as she fiercely glared at Yang Cheng.

This guy, so lascivious!

While touching this girl, he listens to the sounds of the mother.

"I’m only preventing being discovered by your mother. Let’s hurry; it’s almost over. Relax."

Yang Cheng chuckled, then resumed vigorously massaging Fang Ling.

"You are a hooligan!"

Fang Ling was somewhat irritated. She gently turned her eyes and suddenly grasped Yang Cheng through his trousers, feeling his ferocity despite the barrier of the fabric, causing her heart to turmoil instantly. If this were inside, what would that feel like?

Really... really want to try it.

"What are you doing?"

Being held, Yang Cheng paused slightly, surprised at Fang Ling’s sudden initiative.

"Hmph~~" Fang Ling snorted pridefully, looked at the other’s handsome face, and said, "Of course to punish you, little brat, for eavesdropping on my mother’s sounds! This is a way to divert your attention."

"Pfft, you just wanted to touch, yet came up with so many excuses!"

Yang Cheng, being extremely shrewd, instantly understood Fang Ling’s intentions.

Having her thoughts seen through, Fang Ling’s pretty face turned red, but she didn’t deny her inner feelings. She firmly gripped Yang Cheng with justified expression and said, "Yes, I just want to touch you. What’s it, is it not allowed?"

"Of course it’s allowed. You want to touch, I can’t possibly stop you."

Yang Cheng wore a bitter smile.

"That’s more like it." Satisfied with his answer, Fang Ling played more recklessly, even loosening Yang Cheng’s belt.

Without the trousers’ barrier, she played even more joyfully.

Sss!!

Yang Cheng secretly drew a breath, though Fang Ling’s technique was quite amateur, it brought him a unique sensation, causing his wicked fire to flare intensely, the discomfort was immeasurable.

"Miss, you can touch, but you must take full responsibility. Otherwise, I’ll die from discomfort."

He wasn’t lying; it was truly exhausting.

Last night, when helping Fang Ling with her ailment, Yang Cheng endured agonizing restraint. Plus, having witnessed Fang Ling’s self-comfort early this morning, the current torment was unbearable for even the most resilient man.

"Alright, I’ll take full responsibility, okay!"

Fang Ling paid little mind to the matter, casually answered, and continued her play.

Yang Cheng also said no more and began focusing intently on massaging Fang Ling. But considering the possibility of being discovered, he once again activated his X-ray Vision to observe the movement in the next room. However, upon seeing Chu Xiaoyu, he was utterly stunned.

Yes, stunned!

Having just ended a session, Chu Xiaoyu wasn’t tidying up nor resting, but had started the craftsmanship again.

What the heck??

One session after another?

Is her addiction this strong?

Moreover, she seemed to be enjoying it even more than the last time.

It looked like one session wasn’t enough to satiate her desire.

Despite being shocked, Yang Cheng didn’t comment but continued focusing on massaging Fang Ling. Yet all his attention was on Chu Xiaoyu next door, making his blood boil, desiring nothing more than to pin Fang Ling down and wildly engage in intimacy...

This scene was unbelievably intoxicating!

Watching the mother crafting while massaging the daughter’s chest.

Just the thought of it was thrilling.

Time slowly passed!

Fifteen minutes went by quickly.

Yang Cheng released Fang Ling’s chest and calmly said, "Ling Ling, the massage is done. Get up and see the effects."

"Did it take effect so soon?"

Currently, Fang Ling was still immersed in the pleasure Yang Cheng created, but upon hearing his remark, she eagerly sat up and lowered her head to examine her chest. Her expression changed instantly, filled with undeniable shock.

It’s really grown!

Fang Ling reached out to touch her chest, and the previous feel changed tremendously. She then ran to the full-length mirror nearby and, seeing her reflection, took two steps back in disbelief.

The change was colossal.

If they were small oranges before, then now they could be compared to large pears, the difference was glaring.

Ah ah ah...

For a moment, Fang Ling was frantically excited. She directly sat on Yang Cheng’s lap; initially, she trusted Yang Cheng could achieve this, but never expected such obvious results, leaving her speechless and repeatedly kissing Yang Cheng’s cheeks.

"Isn’t the result quite good?"

Yang Cheng held Fang Ling’s slim waist, his lips slightly curved.

"This can’t be called good; it’s simply miraculous. Initially, I thought I’d remain like this forever, but you changed that. I’m in love with you!"

Saying this, Fang Ling kissed Yang Cheng’s forehead hard.

"Then shouldn’t you fulfill your promise?"

Yang Cheng chuckled, asking expectantly.

"What promise?" Fang Ling paused slightly, her smile froze.

"..."

Seeing this, Yang Cheng couldn’t help but frown and blandly said, "When you grasped me earlier, you promised to take full responsibility. Now you’ve had your fun, are you going to renege on your promise?"

"Ah, it was that matter, right? Just helping you extinguish the fire, sure, I’ll help!"

Originally, Fang Ling hadn’t had enough play; now she could continue, she was beside herself with joy.

"This time, I don’t want you to use your hand..."

Yang Cheng’s lips curved slightly, saying, "I want you to use your mouth!!"