Chapter 171: Heart-Stopping Carriage (5)
The reason Ji Ning had prepared on the surface was that the two of them were going together to the dining car to find food. Once the train started moving, they left Car No. 12 and headed toward Car No. 11 where the dining car was located.
Passing by a smoking room, Qin Yanshu pushed the door open, guided Ji Ning inside by her shoulder, and closed the door behind them.
Once Qin Yanshu had brought her into the enclosed space, the taut string inside Ji Ning finally relaxed.
She tilted her head up to look at Qin Yanshu. His face, beautifully high-class and full of charm, was right in front of her, soothing her heart, which had almost been taken advantage of by that middle-aged creep.
Ji Ning didn't care about much else at this point. She lifted a hand and clung to Qin Yanshu's arm, explaining to the only person who could offer her comfort right now, "I was almost groped by that guy in the lower bunk just now. Good thing you were right there."
Right now, she felt very dependent on Qin Yanshu. Although his face always looked sour, he was still very reliable.
The expression on Qin Yanshu's face, which had already softened somewhat, now melted away completely like ice and snow when he saw Ji Ning's demeanor. The dense, complicated emotions in his eyes silently dissolved.
A little stiffly, he raised his hand. It paused for a moment before finally resting on top of Ji Ning's head for a pat. "I'll take you back in a bit."
Among all the men, he really was the one of fewest words and the most plain. Even his head-patting motion was very awkward.
But perhaps because Ji Ning had never held very high expectations for him to begin with, she actually felt comforted.
She smiled at him, then looked down at his clothes and said, embarrassed, "I wrinkled your clothes."
As she spoke, Ji Ning reached out to smooth them, but Qin Yanshu caught her by the wrist.
"It's fine," he said flatly. Yet he didn't let go of Ji Ning.
Ji Ning looked up at him, blinking thoughtfully, and then changed the subject. "Yanshu, I think ancient-style outfits suit you especially well. But you look great in modern clothes, too."
Qin Yanshu didn't react much to the praise, completely unruffled, as if he was used to hearing it.
But he responded to the other thing she said. "You look good dressed like this, too."
"Good?" Ji Ning looked down at herself. This outfit was clearly both gaudy and exaggerated, its sexiness shallow at best.
Still, she knew it wasn't that Qin Yanshu had bad taste—he himself looked like someone who paid close attention to his appearance. It was just as the saying went: men would forever surrender to black stockings.
Thinking of that line, a playful impulse suddenly seized Ji Ning.
She lifted one leg and rubbed it against Qin Yanshu's. The hand he wasn't holding loosely wrapped around his neck as she smiled faintly. "Like the black stockings? Want to lick them?"
"I do."
Qin Yanshu answered extremely decisively. Then, before Ji Ning could react, he half-crouched down, took off her high heel, lifted the leg she had hooked over him so her foot stepped on his chest, and pressed her back against the wall.
His expression didn't look like a joke at all. Solemn and reverent, he kissed the top of her foot.
This completely unexpected development startled Ji Ning quite a bit.
She had thought she was teasing him. How had it turned out more like she had handed Qin Yanshu a ladder? Could he have been thinking about doing this all along? Otherwise, how was this whole sequence of moves that smooth and natural?
Livestream comments:
"Numb. Lao Qin's persona just shattered. What about the agreed-upon cold-and-aloof?"
"Isn't this super thrilling though? The unattainable flower licking a woman's feet. When a closet perv opens the door, it's full-on pervert mode."
"Lao Qin was practically asexual for over a dozen instances, was he just holding back for this ultimate move?"
"Boss Jiang has also licked Ning-Ning's feet. These two really are good friends. I hereby declare them a duo from now on, named the 'Foot-Licking Bros'."
In that single minute, Ji Ning experienced shock after escalating shock. The sheer impact surpassed every sexual encounter she had ever been through.
Qin Yanshu gripped her ankle, pressed the sole of her foot against his face, and licked a path from bottom to top. He even half-opened his mouth to take her rounded toes inside and suck on them.
Although Jiang Ting had also licked Ji Ning's feet before, that had just been a light taste. This from Qin Yanshu was real, honest-to-god foot-licking… and through her stockings at that.
Combined with Qin Yanshu's typically taciturn personality, it was simply too unexpected…
From the moment her foot stepped onto Qin Yanshu's noble, cold face, Ji Ning didn't dare move at all. She was both stunned and thrilled.
Even though she was the one being licked, she felt so, so ashamed.
But Qin Yanshu also licked her in a way that felt so good. Her heart raced wildly along with it, her face burning hot.
"Mm… ah…" she moaned quietly. Down below was a muddy mess, unbearably itchy.
Having licked his fill, Qin Yanshu stood up, pinched Ji Ning's chin and trapped her in his arms. His cold voice was inexplicably sexy. "Did the foot-licking feel good? Where else do you want to be licked?"
"Good~" Ji Ning felt too good, unbearably hungry for more. She licked the pad of Qin Yanshu's thumb pressed against the corner of her mouth and murmured, "Lick the little bean next…"
"Okay." Qin Yanshu answered very decisively. He half-crouched down again, pushed up Ji Ning's bodycon skirt, and with both hands tore her stockings with a loud rip. He pulled her panties down to her knees and leaned in to lick.
He was so direct. Ji Ning felt subtly gratified by this behavior of no nonsense, straight to licking, and accompanied by the intense stimulation, her pleasure climbed to a new level.
Not to mention, this time Qin Yanshu did not hold back at all as he rapidly scraped the hood of her clit and the tender skin with the tip of his tongue—even better than the last time at the club.
Ji Ning really had to restrain herself not to cry out. In barely three minutes she had thrown off her armor, clutching Qin Yanshu's head and convulsing uncontrollably right in front of his face.
Qin Yanshu, who had been holding back for so long, ran out of patience completely. He stood up, tore Ji Ning's stockings completely apart, lifted one of her legs face-to-face, gripped her waist, and thrust inside.
There was a height difference between the two, so this position wasn't actually very suitable. But in order to face Ji Ning directly, Qin Yanshu was willing to continuously squat halfway while thrusting into her.
His cock grew thicker further down the shaft, stuffing Ji Ning so full she could barely breathe. Her core was being stirred inside at a pace neither fast nor slow, her body too comfortable to function, every part of her limp and weak.
"Mm… so good…" Lost in pleasure, she tilted her head back against the wall and murmured with her eyes closed. Her lightly furrowed brows and slightly parted mouth wore an expression of dazed, seductive allure.
Qin Yanshu stared at Ji Ning the entire time, watching her pleasured expression. He loved seeing her look so charmingly seductive.
And also because he wanted her to feel joy in front of him—more joy than with anyone else, even Jiang Ting.
After being ground into like this for a while, Ji Ning couldn't take it anymore. Inside was both numb and itchy; she wanted to be rammed into and broken.
She hooked her arms around Qin Yanshu's neck, twisted her hips, and begged him quietly, "Faster… want to squirt faster…"
"Okay." Qin Yanshu complied with every request. He pressed down on her waist to keep her from dodging, the intensity of the thrusts coming wave after faster wave.
Ji Ning soon regretted it. That sensitive patch of tender flesh was pounded numb by him.
She couldn't even last very long at all. She bit Qin Yanshu's shoulder and shuddered uncontrollably. The water gushing out was blocked inside by him, only slowly overflowing, dripping and splattering onto the floor.
As if he didn't even notice, Qin Yanshu changed position so Ji Ning was almost sitting on his crotch, supporting herself with only one foot braced against the wall as if performing acrobatics. He just kept fucking her like this, thrusting until the mingled fluids at their joining point made loud, lewd slapping sounds.
Livestream comments:
"Three times"
"Seven times"
"Ten times"
"Debt collection is one thing, but ten times is way too many, hey!"
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