Chapter 5: Male Instincts (2)
Her soft, delicate body collapsed into Xiao Er's arms, causing beads of cold sweat to pop out on his forehead. He no longer cared about being hard or not. He immediately and nervously held his mistress, terrified that she would have the slightest mishap.
The male sex organ, separated only by cloth, pressed straight against Sun Jiaojiao's soft buttocks. It pressed against her so hard she rejoiced in her heart...
It's that big?
And it's already this hard?
"Young Miss? How are you? Is it heatstroke?" Xiao Er's face was full of worry, completely unaware that Sun Jiaojiao's mind was currently filled with thoughts of his aroused, hard, and swollen weapon.
"I'm so hot, so dizzy..."
Sun Jiaojiao's entire body practically melted into a puddle, clinging tightly to Xiao Er. She even pretended to feel stuffy, tugging at the chest wrap at her bosom, an infinitely suggestive act.
"Young Miss, hold on. I'll help you back to your room and call a doctor." Xiao Er fell for the trick. He panicked, and heedless of propriety, he swept Sun Jiaojiao up into his arms and was about to use his lightness skill to dash back to the room.
Sun Jiaojiao was speechless...
This idiot!
She had practically thrown herself into his arms, and he still didn't get it?
Sun Jiaojiao cursed "clueless" several times in her heart, then hurriedly pointed to a pavilion in the garden. "No, I hate seeing the doctor and taking medicine the most. It's so bitter... Just stay with me in the pavilion for a rest, that's all. It's just heatstroke, it's nothing serious. Please? Brother Xiao Er..."
Sun Jiaojiao's "Brother Xiao Er" almost made Xiao Er's heart melt.
Although they were guards, usually carrying swords and protecting the Young Miss, looking all imposing and grand, and receiving more than a few glances from the maidservants, a servant was still a servant. Their indenture contract labeled them as slaves.
The master's word was law.
Without a second word, Xiao Er changed direction. He leaped lightly, holding Sun Jiaojiao securely in his arms, and landed in the pavilion.
But he looked around the pavilion. Other than a few chaise lounges on the four sides that one could barely sit on, there was no comfortable, soft place to rest.
"Young Miss, please sit down first. I will find you a cushion."
"Don't..." Once in the pavilion, Sun Jiaojiao became even more brazen. The pavilion was in an extremely hidden spot, surrounded by willow trees. One wouldn't even notice it without looking closely. Furthermore, she had dismissed all the other servants back to the room. Not to mention, with the sun blazing overhead, no one would want to come out and be roasted. She reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around Xiao Er's neck, leaning against his chest and cooing, "Brother Xiao Er, I don't want to sit on a cushion. I want to sit on a human cushion..."
Xiao Er was sweating bullets.
Sun Jiaojiao was only fifteen, a young woman still in the boudoir awaiting marriage. She probably didn't understand anything. But he was in his prime. Although he had never properly copulated with a woman, the other guards who secretly visited brothels often came back and described to him in vivid detail how wanton and seductive those courtesans were. They had also given him plenty of pornographic books to look at. He understood a little about matters between men and women.
He looked at Sun Jiaojiao's innocent face and felt relieved that perhaps the Young Miss, in her girlish innocence, didn't understand the difference between men and women, and hadn't yet discovered the strangeness of his hard cock.
But this relief had barely settled before Sun Jiaojiao let out a delicate "Hmm?" and reached down to probe the abrupt, hard rod beneath her.
"What is this? Why is it so hard?"
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