Chapter 4: Male Instincts (1)
The back garden was empty.
Sun Jiaojiao held a bow and arrow, pulling for a long time without success. She really couldn't draw it.
"Xiao Er, I can't pull it..." Sun Jiaojiao stomped her foot in frustration.
Xiao Er picked up another bow and demonstrated for his Young Miss. "Grip it like this, then use your strength, then pull back."
"All right, all right, I know you're strong. You help me pull it..." Sun Jiaojiao was practically melting into a puddle of coquettishness. This wasn't the kind of teaching she wanted.
Sun Jiaojiao squeezed in front of Xiao Er, bow and all. The distance between them suddenly became rather ambiguous.
Xiao Er froze, trying to process what his Young Miss meant by "help."
Sun Jiaojiao naturally pressed herself into Xiao Er's embrace, very seriously guiding his hand to cover her own, then slowly raised the bow before them, his big hand holding her small one on the string.
A beauty in his arms.
Soft as jade.
Time suddenly seemed to rewind to the day Sun Jiaojiao had fallen into the water. Driven by his duty to protect his mistress, Xiao Er had entered the water and lifted the completely naked Sun Jiaojiao. Her naked form, her softness, had been like the hottest potato, searing him in his embrace, awakening his most primitive male urges.
The Sun Jiaojiao before him was no different from the Sun Jiaojiao of that day, except today she was draped in a thin gauze robe...
Perhaps the sun was too fierce, creating an illusion. Xiao Er swallowed. The image of Sun Jiaojiao in her gauze robe and the image of the naked Sun Jiaojiao overlapped and flickered before his eyes.
Fortunately, Xiao Er was a martial artist. He forced himself to take a deep breath, pressing it down into his dantian. He instantly felt much clearer. Apart from a trace of suppressed heat in his dantian, he was at least able to calmly teach the Young Miss archery.
"Young Miss, your posture is wrong."
Before Xiao Er even pulled the string, he realized something was off...
Who draws a bow with their ass sticking out that high?
It was Sun Jiaojiao's first time using a bow, and her entire body was extremely stiff. Not only were her arms raised too high and her chest puffed out too far, but her bottom was also "unconsciously" sticking way up. With the two of them so close, her pert, raised bottom couldn't help but brush against Xiao Er's body from time to time. And it just so happened to always brush against that spot, bumping him until he felt so awkward he had to keep subtly shifting away.
But the more he avoided it, the more his cock, rubbing against his clothes, became engorged and swelled, making him terribly uncomfortable. The heat he had just suppressed seemed to have broken its bonds, surging back into his veins with a vengeance.
He used his hand to block his crotch, terrified his Young Miss would discover his condition.
But Sun Jiaojiao, with a look of pure innocence, turned her head to the side, looked at his sweat-drenched face, and asked in a sweet voice, "What part is wrong?"
In the summer, women favored chest wraps and plain gauze. But Sun Jiaojiao, despite her young age, was not small-chested. The wrap on her breasts couldn't restrain the pair of swaying, big white rabbits at all. With this turn of her body, the big white rabbits trembled, and a flash of spring scenery was like a feast delivered right to Xiao Er's eyes, making him starve with thirst.
It was just that...
Some feasts could be eaten, and some could not. Eating this one would cost him his head.
Xiao Er, who had only ever believed in his sword and never in Buddha, began to chant "Amitabha" in his heart.
Sun Jiaojiao had long since felt the "change" in the man behind her. She pursed her lips to hide a smile, deliberately feigning ignorance, still staring at him with wide, innocent eyes, asking "Is this right?" and "How about this?" Her questions made Xiao Er's heart so restless and flustered, he had no idea what nonsense he was babbling in reply.
"Head up."
"Hips down."
"Shoulders relaxed. Pull."
Following Xiao Er's few instructions, Sun Jiaojiao, despite fumbling with the bow, finally managed to draw it with the help of his large hand.
Sun Jiaojiao said in a bewitching voice, "Can I shoot now?"
She intentionally emphasized the word "shoot," but her face held the most innocent expression, as if she were a young girl who knew nothing of the world or its passions.
When Xiao Er heard the word "shoot," he almost lost control and "shot" right then and there with the cock that was already as hard as a board...
Cursing "damn it" in his heart, he released the arrow in his hand. It tore through the air with force, flying a thousand li to pierce straight through a distant willow tree. The force was so great it startled all the birds in the tree, sending them flying in a panic.
Sun Jiaojiao, a modern woman, had never seen this kind of "macho man." She was instantly stunned.
"Amazing..." Sun Jiaojiao gasped.
This guard of hers, Xiao Er, with his terrifying arm strength... compared to that little hottie of a fitness trainer, who would be more intense?
Right now, Sun Jiaojiao's mind was filled with one thought: getting Xiao Er into bed for a proper competition...
Her eyes glittered, and a plan formed in her mind.
"Oh, it's so hot, I'm so dizzy... Am I... getting heatstroke?" Sun Jiaojiao whimpered weakly, shamelessly turning her head and collapsing directly into Xiao Er's broad chest, feigning heatstroke.
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