However, having already ejaculated several times, his penis's stamina had improved somewhat. It throbbed a few times, finally stopping just short of ejaculation.
But Qin Yan didn't relax at all. The agonizing sucking, gripping, and squeezing inside her vagina could easily have driven him to utter collapse at any moment.
Only when the beauty's spasms began to subside did he continue thrusting, holding Xue Tang close. This time was different from the previous times. Her vagina, still warm from her orgasm, would occasionally contract suddenly as the afterglow faded, thick, sticky fluid coating his penis, making each thrust even more tingling.
Xue Tang's reaction was equally intense. Her body tensed, her beautiful legs clamping tightly around Qin Yan's waist. Her cherry lips parted as if suffocating, and she gasped heavily. Her delicate hands left several more horizontal scratches on Qin Yan's back.
"Ugh...!"
Qin Yan, already on the verge of ejaculation, was extremely sensitive after his orgasm. After a few dozen weak thrusts into the tight, warm, and meltingly sweet vagina, he felt increasingly sore and numb from the grip. The urge to ejaculate finally reached its peak, like a thousand-ton boulder crashing down, unstoppable.
His penis throbbed, and thick streams of semen gushed out, continuously for a full half minute before stopping. His penis was surrounded by a thick porridge-like substance; as the semen was withdrawn, swirling white liquid floated up like smoke, spreading with the aftershocks, covering both of them.
Qin Yan panted. Although he felt he could go on for another round, his strength was truly exhausted.
Making love with Luo Xuetang seemed to drain his energy relentlessly, leaving him feeling intensely hot and his mind exceptionally clear.
Only then did he notice something amiss: the fire-attribute mental energy within him was unusually restless, like seawater drawn to the tide by the moon.
This heightened mental state stemmed from this; normally, it would be a perfect opportunity for cultivation, but Qin Yan wasn't willing to waste even a second on it now.
After a brief rest, he carried Xuetang out of the water and placed her on the lawn.
Her jade-like body was exquisitely curvaceous, lying gracefully, her skin as clear and smooth as a lotus emerging from the water, translucent and silky, with a milky white complexion tinged with a faint blush, more delicate and supple than pearls.
The verdant lawn further accentuated her fair and radiant limbs, making her appear breathtakingly beautiful. Her full, firm breasts, slender legs, and delicate, rosy toes… even naked, her allure remained undiminished.
Qin Yan's lust remained undiminished, but his penis, though still throbbing, hung downwards. The previous ejaculations had been too intense; Qin Yan's strength hadn't fully recovered, and he couldn't immediately penetrate him again.
So he sat down to rest, and at the same time, he lifted Xue Tang's beautiful legs, bending them and placing them on his lap. Her slender, shapely legs were bent, her long, fleshy, and delicate feet resting on his penis.
It was an incredibly alluring and erotic sight: her long, jade-like, white feet rested on the side of Qin Yan's lower abdomen, her plump, pink, and translucent feet, with their arches and forefeet resting perfectly on his penis.
This posture perfectly and directly demonstrated the size contrast between Xue Tang's jade-like feet and Qin Yan's penis. Although Qin Yan's penis wasn't fully erect, his small, delicate feet still couldn't easily support it entirely. His rounded, egg-shaped heels roughly corresponded to the starting point of his scrotum, and his curled toes barely managed to lift the glans.
The width of her plump feet was barely enough to accommodate one and a half sections of his penis, highlighting their slender and exquisite nature.
This astonishing visual effect directly caused Qin Yan's penis to gradually regain its erection. He directly grasped Xue Tang's ankle, its skin as smooth and delicate as if soaked in milk, and then held her silky, smooth instep, rubbing it continuously against the back of his penis.
His dark, engorged penis glided across the tender, plump soles of her feet, the touch soft and smooth, almost too soft to resist, like the delicate skin of a baby. It was utterly unimaginable that the owner of these feet had been walking in high heels all day; shouldn't even a light touch have caused blisters?
Judging from such exquisite sensations, who could imagine these were feet?
Unconsciously, Qin Yan's penis had fully erected, hard as a giant pestle, astonishingly dark, its length exceeding the entire glans of her foot. Qin Yan grasped Xue Tang's slender ankle, turning her plump, tender soles towards him, his curved, erect penis resting on her pink, soft instep.
And so, from her delicate heels, the arches of her feet, the exquisite curves of her plump, pink forefoot, his glans rubbed back and forth, until it struck her five soft, pink toes, leaving traces of moisture in the hollows of her tender toes. Then, the cycle repeated, almost using Xue Tang's delicate soles as a vagina.
Just as he was getting excited, Qin Yan's ears suddenly twitched.
There was a sound coming from downstairs; it was probably the owner of the place returning. Qin Yan clicked his tongue in disgust, reluctantly squeezing the incredibly soft jade-like foot in his hands.
But now he could only choose to leave for now. Perhaps he could do it a few more times later?
However, Qin Yan didn't feel too much regret. Tonight had already been an unimaginably joyful night; it was arguably the first time in his life he had felt so satisfied.
But the thought that this relationship might not be able to continue filled him with an indescribable sense of loss.
And so, Qin Yan hurriedly packed his things and left the building's edge with Xue Tang in his arms.
A short while later, a figure appeared.
But it wasn't the owner of the place; it was a masked man, entirely in black, dressed in a mysterious and technologically advanced modern "ninja outfit," with only his eyes visible.
He surveyed the mess. The waterbed and table were soaked, mixed with white stains; there were obvious marks on the lawn; in one spot, the grass stems glistened, still hanging with slightly cloudy droplets of liquid…
The air was thick with the decadent scent of post-coital sex, an alluring fragrance mixed with a strong odor, sweat, and other substances, carrying a slightly sour, exotic musky smell.
Qin Yan had clearly left in a hurry; besides Luo Xue Tang's dress and stockings, even a pair of delicate, alluring high heels lay scattered on the floor beside the waterbed.
The man picked them up, his hands trembling slightly. He took a deep breath of the unique, delicate fragrance from the shoe opening, letting out a trembling groan.
For him, whose body felt like it was being burned, Xue Tang's scent carried a unique hormonal undertone, like a few drops of cool water poured over someone almost dried by fire—it couldn't quench his thirst.
Yet it possessed an allure far stronger than any drug.
Moreover, this held even greater significance for Hattori Harris, because it proved that the "boss" hadn't lied to him.
She truly could restore him to his former state…