"No, no, nothing at all," Ying Huanhuan shook her head, turning and running back inside. Qing Ye's question made her feel even more embarrassed. Her husband had said he enjoyed it when she was toyed with by other men, and now the man who had toyed with her was asking her about such embarrassing things. She felt too embarrassed to answer Qing Ye, and internally, she said with a sense of shame and anger, "It's all that pervert Lin Dong's fault."
She ran back to her chair and sat down. As Qing Ye turned and closed the door, she took a deep breath to ease her inner shyness. After the door closed, her face had recovered somewhat, but her pretty face was still a little flushed. She was a little afraid to look at Qing Ye, as if she were back to the first time Qing Ye had toyed with her. She simply sat in the chair, waiting for Qing Ye to come and play with her.
Qing Ye didn't ask any further questions. Since Ying Huanhuan didn't want to talk, he couldn't force her to answer. He suppressed his curiosity and walked over to sit next to her. Although he also wanted to know what was wrong with Ying Huanhuan, he wanted to play with her even more. After all, he hadn't been able to make her scream out loud in the past few days. Even last night, during her third orgasm, he had managed to hold it back. And with each orgasm, Ying Huanhuan seemed to be holding it back even more. Last night, she had only used one hand to stifle her moans. It seemed like Ying Huanhuan was getting used to it, and her patience was becoming more effortless, which made Qing Ye feel a little itchy.
After Qing Ye sat down, his hands naturally rested on Ying Huanhuan's body. Over the past few days, they had both become accustomed to what they were doing. Ying Huanhuan simply blushed slightly and turned her head away, without making any further movements. It wasn't like the past few days, when she would shyly close her eyes whenever Qing Ye touched her. Qing Ye's hands quickly reached Ying Huanhuan's snow-white breasts, and he began to rub the softness of her chest through her clothes.
Ying Huanhuan blushed slightly at the touch, and then she stole a glance in Lin Dong's direction. After these days, Ying Huanhuan had become somewhat accustomed to Qing Ye's playfulness. The effects of the drug were indeed making her feel very comfortable. However, she no longer felt the unbearable urge to moan like she had in the past few days. However, she still felt a little shy about doing this in front of Lin Dong, but her initial resistance to Qing Ye's touch was replaced by the excitement of being toyed with by another man in front of Lin Dong.
Ever since she'd lost her resistance to Qing Ye's teasing, and with Lin Dong's encouragement, Ying Huanhuan had begun to accept it somewhat, even feeling more comfortable. She began to feel a strange pleasure rising in her as another man teased her under Lin Dong's gaze. This was especially true when she saw Lin Dong in the closet, watching Qing Ye's fingers play with her lower body, and then gazed at her passionately from inside the closet. It was like unlocking a forbidden door. Every time she saw Lin Dong in the closet and felt his hands playing with her, Ying Huanhuan felt her body grow even hotter.
Qing Ye also looked at the girl before him, who sat blushing in the chair, her breathing rapid. Qing Ye's heart grew hotter. Although Ying Huanhuan's shy expression before was also very cute, Qing Ye felt that Ying Huanhuan was even more sexy and beautiful now. After seeing Ying Huanhuan's rosy lips opening and closing, Qing Ye slowly leaned forward, wanting to capture Ying Huanhuan's lips.
Lin Dong also saw Qing Ye's movements. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered that none of his beloved women had ever had their lips taken by another man. Watching Qing Ye's face creep closer and closer to Ying Huanhuan's, their lips about to meet, Lin Dong felt a pang of sourness deep down, yet at the same time, excitement welled up in his heart: "Perhaps, Huanhuan, you'll be the first."
At this moment, Ying Huanhuan also watched Qing Ye's face approach her with a bit of bewilderment. Just as Qing Ye was about to kiss her, she suddenly understood something. She immediately placed her hands on Qing Ye's chest and gave him a firm push, causing Qing Ye to retreat a little. Ying Huanhuan also leaned back, leaning against the armrest of the chair behind her, looking at Qing Ye with a cold expression.
Qing Ye, who had been pushed by Ying Huanhuan, was also stunned. He hadn't expected resistance, and he also saw Ying Huanhuan's somewhat cold eyes. He didn't know what was going on, so he could only look at Ying Huanhuan in confusion: "Huanhuan?"
"You are not allowed to kiss me on the mouth without my permission." Ying Huanhuan still glared at Qing Ye fiercely. She had just tried to kiss him before he could react, and he had almost succeeded, which made Ying Huanhuan slightly unhappy. Lin Dong wanted to watch him play with his body, but kissing Qing Ye was not allowed. At least not yet.
"Uh..." Qing Ye looked at Ying Huanhuan in astonishment. He hadn't expected Ying Huanhuan to resist kissing so much, even more than letting him play with her body. He had already let him play with her, lick her breasts, touch her, and penetrate her vagina, and now she was so disgusted by kissing. Qing Ye was a little surprised, but for the sake of future matters, he still agreed.
Ying Huanhuan's stern expression softened upon seeing Qing Ye's repeated promises. Lin Dong, who was in the closet, also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he felt he would be thrilled to see Ying Huanhuan kissed by another man, he still felt a little uncomfortable. Perhaps he could only tolerate other men toying with or even penetrating his beloved, but not kissing anyone else.
When the two of them sat together again outside the closet, Qing Ye's hand once again reached Ying Huanhuan's body. Her once icy face flushed again, her previous displeasure quickly washed away by the intense pleasure. Qing Ye stopped doing anything unnecessary, unbuttoning Ying Huanhuan's shirt and lifting her skirt to her waist. Looking down, Qing Ye could see Ying Huanhuan's slightly transparent, soaked panties between her legs. This was one of the fruits of his efforts over the past few days. Just the day before yesterday, he had finally been able to look down and see his hand moving in and out of Ying Huanhuan's vagina, pushing up her panties.
Ying Huanhuan watched as her clothes were undone and her skirt was lifted to her waist. Her pretty face flushed slightly. Qing Ye had already seen this more than once, so she simply stopped trying to stop him from lifting her skirt. Although it was a bit embarrassing, as even she could see Qing Ye's hands moving inside her underwear, it also increased her pleasure. It also made it easier for Lin Dong, who was in the closet, to see her being toyed with by another man. She no longer had to use her spiritual energy to support her skirt; she could simply open her legs towards the closet, which made it much easier for her as well.
With her top undone and her skirt lifted, Qing Ye was ready to move. His right hand quickly climbed onto Ying Huanhuan's snow-white breast and began to rub the already hardened nipple. His head leaned forward, but he was no longer trying to kiss Ying Huanhuan. Instead, he lowered his tongue slightly and licked Ying Huanhuan's left breast, slowly moving from the white flesh to the bright red tip.
His right hand reached down again, skillfully reaching up to Ying Huanhuan's panties, gently caressing her vagina through them. After a while, he pushed the bottom of the panties, covering her vagina, aside, revealing the two pink labia underneath. Then, his middle finger, mixed with the vaginal fluid, slowly pushed apart the labia majora and minora, entering her vagina.
Ying Huanhuan passively endured Qing Ye's movements, the pleasure constantly streaming into her mind without her having to move. Feeling Qing Ye push aside her panties, Ying Huanhuan's gaze shifted to the side, then returned again, watching Qing Ye's fingers plunge into her vagina once again, her body trembling.
Today was Ying Huanhuan's first time witnessing another man's penetration. In the past few days, she'd been too shy to watch, but today, she swallowed her shyness and took a brief peek, wanting to see the difference between Lin Dong's penetration and that of another man.
However, once Qing Ye's fingers penetrated her vagina, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she had no other thoughts. If Lin Dong hadn't been taking drugs, he certainly couldn't compare to the pleasure Qing Ye was giving her right now. But that was only in terms of touch; since Qing Ye's penis hadn't yet fully penetrated her, Ying Huanhuan couldn't make any comparisons.