Chapter 6: Male Instincts (3)
He couldn't very well say, "This is my little brother, do you want to play with it?" right?
He stammered an "Ah," sounding rather like a virtuous maiden being harassed by a scoundrel, his face a picture of panic.
Holy shit, she'd hit the jackpot.
She just wondered if his skills were any good...
Lipstick vibrators and dildos were everywhere, but to encounter a specimen like this, a giant pistol, how could she not sleep with it? Even if his skills weren't great, she had to sleep with him. Just stuffing it inside to scratch the itch would be bliss.
Come to think of it, it had been over half a month since she transmigrated, right?
She hadn't touched a man in more than twenty days...
If this were before, the line of men wanting to hook up with her would have stretched from the intersection to the end of the street. Going celibate for more than twenty days was simply impossible!
"Young Miss..." Xiao Er called out in distress, because Sun Jiaojiao was fumbling with his waistband and couldn't get it undone.
Sun Jiaojiao never would have imagined that she would get stuck on the step of undoing a waistband.
It really wasn't her fault, not her fault at all.
How was she supposed to know that ancient waistbands were so hard to untie? And she usually had maidservants waiting on her hand and foot, dressing her. She never needed to tie or untie her own waistband!
This was going to be the death of her...
Victory was right in front of her, and yet? She was being thwarted by a single, thin waistband?
She could only...
"Brother Xiao Er, what kind of treasure are you hiding? Hurry up and untie it so I can see." Sun Jiaojiao suppressed the lust in her heart, doing her best to make her voice sound like that of a teenage girl, just to coax this blockhead into undoing his pants first.
Xiao Er didn't dare defy the order. He quietly undid the complicated waistband.
Martial artists were used to wearing trousers, not robes. There was a pair of coarse cloth outer trousers, and a pair of smooth inner drawers underneath.
If Minister Sun knew he was in the back garden, corrupting the Young Miss like this, and even showing her a man's filthy thing, he would die without a burial place...
After speaking, he didn't forget to add softly, "Young Miss, men and women should not touch. This is inappropriate."
In truth, he had practically watched Sun Jiaojiao grow up. He knew the Sun family had no matriarch, so there was no one to properly discipline Sun Jiaojiao. On top of that, Sun Jiaojiao was naturally mischievous. She would either doze off in front of the old matrons teaching feminine virtues, or she would play pranks on them. Minister Sun was usually busy with court, and when he did return to the inner courtyard, no one dared to tattle on this Young Miss. As a result, although Sun Jiaojiao held the title of future Crown Princess, she was, in reality, just a mischievous little girl who had grown a chest and some height.
Thinking that Sun Jiaojiao, though noble, was actually no different from him—having lost her mother at a young age—Xiao Er's heart began to ache for her.
Before the tender feelings in his heart could even fade, he saw Sun Jiaojiao let out another "Hmm?"
"We're not the same? Hurry up and take them off so I can see. How are we different?"
As she spoke, she impatiently lifted her gauze skirt, wriggled out of her drawers, and exposed her entire lower body to Xiao Er. She even blinked her wide, curious eyes at him.
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