After Transmigrating Into the Book, Prime Minister Made My Legs Weak

Chapter 26

Ji Sang instantly shut her mouth, burying her burning cheeks into the man’s chest. Even through their clothes, she could hear the intense pounding of his heart.

“Thump, thump, thump—” each beat reverberated in her eardrums.

Wordlessly, Wen Jian carried her back home in quick steps. Ji Sang wanted to remind him about the food left on the stove, but the man went straight to the bedroom.

Once inside the room, Wen Jian set Ji Sang down. Her feet touched the ground as she said, “That’s fine. Let’s wash up before having dinner... Mmm...”

Before she could finish her sentence, the man pressed her against the door panel and kissed her.

His breath was scorching, his lips and tongue nibbled and lightly bit hers, gently parting her teeth as his thick tongue slipped inside, teasing and sucking on her delicate lilac tongue. The overly loud smacking sounds filled her ears.

Ji Sang whimpered as she was kissed, her tongue feeling sour and painful from the sucking. The man exerted great strength, his large hand tightly gripping her slender waist, almost lifting her up on her tiptoes. As she was kissed, her spine arched backward, hitting the door panel and causing it to creak. The pain immediately filled her eyes with tears, and as she gasped for air, she cried out in his mouth, “Ah... Wen Jian... We haven’t... had dinner yet.”

Ji Sang thought the cold wind blowing on Wen Jian all the way would clear his mind somewhat, but little did she know that a more intense desire awaited her.

Wen Jian, panting heavily, urgently tore off her garment, exerting so much force that the red bra hanging around her neck snapped. The top half of the bra suddenly dropped, exposing a large expanse of skin. Ji Sang exclaimed and hugged herself, inadvertently pushing her breasts together, creating deeper cleavage...

With a slight downward glance, Wen Jian could see her exposed flesh, and his eyes darkened even further. “Let’s have something else first.”

As he spoke, his scorching breath brushed against her neck, his nimble lips and tongue tracing a path from her lip corner to her slender neck. He erotically licked her plump and perky breasts, biting and nibbling the flesh, his fingers pushing aside her arms and pulling down the bra. Two white mounds resembling clouds bounced into his view, and the two rosy nipples stood erect, greeted by the sudden chill in the air, blooming and firm...

A seductive sigh escaped his throat, his eyes turning a deep red. He lowered his head and bit down on one of the breasts, sucking and nibbling at the nipple, teasing it with circular motions of his tongue, then forcefully tugging it between his lips before releasing it with a “pop.” The breast swayed beautifully in the air, and he leaned in again, repeating the same actions with delight. The other side was not neglected either. His large hand firmly grasped the other breast, squeezing and kneading it until the excess flesh overflowed from between his fingers, the scene oozing with debauchery and sensuality.

It had been several days since their last encounter, following the agreed-upon rules.

Ji Sang couldn’t withstand such teasing. As he licked her, she twisted her body in unbearable pleasure, tilting her face upward and gasping heavily. Her lower abdomen tightened, and her legs instinctively clenched together as a warm stream uncontrollably flowed from below.

“Ah... Aah... Ha... Wen Jian, are you hurt? Ah...”

“Don’t... Ahh...”

She tried to say something else to divert Wen Jian’s attention, but before she could finish her words, both their garments and undergarments fell in unison. Wen Jian’s fingers reached between her legs, lightly probing until he found moisture. A clear smile emerged in his chest, carrying an indistinct meaning.

Ji Sang understood. That smile wasn’t mocking, but it held another inexplicable implication. Her face instantly flushed, burning like a cloud, and her ears felt hot.

Wen Jian lifted his gaze from between her breasts, his desire-filled eyes deeply fixated on her. Then he crouched down, firmly kissing her delicate waist. Ji Sang was overwhelmed by the kiss, her spine tingling, goosebumps spreading from her tailbone to her scalp. It felt as if her bones were being licked into submission. Clenching her lips, she cried out, “Ah...”

He held one of her legs in his palm and placed it on his broad shoulder. His fingers slipped between her thighs, caressing along her folds. He leaned forward, his coarse tongue directly pressing against her entrance, taking a firm lick, consuming the fluid secreted within. The rough surface of his tongue instantly found a protrusion, enveloping it with suction. It stirred Ji Sang’s small body vigorously, causing her to tremble like a sieve. The flow of water from below became even more intense, and her moans in the throat changed tune, turning into screams. “Ah... Wu wu wu... Ah... Don’t lick...”

“Sang Sang, so much water...” he murmured, his tongue flicking and scraping against her pearl. Ji Sang’s scalp tingled from being licked, her legs weakened to the point of instability. Helplessly, she supported the man’s head, seeking a point of support. Her voice sounded weak, “Ah, wu wu...”

Before long, her lower abdomen tightened, and a wave of lewd fluid gushed out. Wen Jian swallowed it all, the sound of his swallowing causing Ji Sang’s entire body to blush. She pushed against the man with her hands, “Wen Jian... I can’t take it anymore... Ah, ah, ah... Stop...”

Just then, there came the sound of Wen Zheng and Lady Wen outside.

Wen Zheng and Lady Wen had returned with the wild boar.

Ji Sang knew that the sound insulation of this rundown house was terribly poor. One time, while talking to her mother-in-law, her mother-in-law accidentally let slip that they would make a lot of noise at night. She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to beat Wen Jian then and there.

So, upon hearing the commotion outside this time, she immediately bit her hand, suppressing her panting and calling out, “Wen Jian... Mom and dad are back... Wu wu wu... Wen Jian... Don’t... Ah...”

Wen Jian stood up from the floor and lifted her by the waist onto the bed.

In Ji Sang’s mind, scenes from the last time she rode his shaft and swayed back and forth flashed back. She felt too embarrassed to lift her head and buried herself in his chest.

A soft laugh escaped Wen Jian’s throat as he lowered his head and bit onto one of her breasts, sucking and nibbling forcefully while thrusting his genitals upward, one after another.

The pleasure was deep and intense.

Ji Sang’s body was tossed up and down, and his size was both thick and long. In this position with the man below and the woman on top, Wen Jian didn’t need to exert much force to penetrate deeply. His glans almost embedded itself in her deepest place, which was narrow and tight. Wen Jian relentlessly worked his way inside, making her feel as if she might die in the next moment from sheer pleasure...

In the book, it spoke of the land of tenderness. He used to doubt it, but now that he had experienced it firsthand, he understood just how deadly the land of tenderness could be.

His thrusts became even more rapid and vigorous. In no time, her lower abdomen trembled violently, and the fluids moistened the area where they were connected. She helplessly wrapped her arms around his neck, her gaze absentmindedly fixed above, and her throat emitted moans and cries.

His deep and mysterious gaze focused on her face, which was covered in desire. He seized her lips and bit them hard while his fingers kneaded the bouncing breasts, squeezing and massaging.

The waves of pleasure surged like a tide, and Ji Sang felt an all-encompassing comfort. The orgasm came forcefully, as if it would engulf her entirely. Her vision flashed white, and her body trembled uncontrollably, releasing a wave of obscene liquid onto the bedsheets...

The air was filled with a decadent aroma.

The sheets beneath them were already soaked.

After thrusting forcefully for dozens of times, Wen Jian held her tightly and ejaculated deep inside her. After he finished, he kissed and caressed her softly for a while before carrying her tender body and lying her down on the bed. He casually put on some clothes and went out to fetch hot water.

Ji Sang had sprayed so much water and moaned for so long that her throat felt dry and scratchy. When she saw the man getting ready to go out and fetch water, she mustered a hoarse voice and called out, “Wen Jian, I want water.”

Wen Jian, with his upper body bare and his dark hair cascading down his back, turned his deep, ocean-like gaze towards her and spoke in an excessively husky voice, “What did you call me?”

Ji Sang hesitated for a moment, shyly tugging at the bedding. “...Husband.”

A hint of amusement appeared in Wen Jian’s handsome eyes and brows. “Good, husband will go get it.”

Listening to the word ‘husband’ coming from his mouth, Ji Sang took a while to remember to cover her face with the blanket, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

Wen Jian fetched water from the stove and brought it inside to feed Ji Sang. She felt that she had lost a significant amount of moisture from her body, as she quickly emptied the bowl of water.

After she finished drinking, Wen Jian asked her, “Do you want more?”

She shook her head.

But as she was being carried to the wooden tub, her eyes caught sight of another bowl of water placed on the nearby table. Before she could wonder about it, Wen Jian’s lips had already bitten down on the protruding bone at the back of her neck. The nibble sent a tingling sensation down her spine, and she heard him whisper, “One more time...”

From the bed to the wooden tub, and then back to the bed, by the time Wen Jian returned with hot water from outside, Ji Sang was so exhausted that she couldn’t even open her eyes.

Without asking her to lift a finger, Wen Jian cleaned her body, changed the sheets, and contentedly carried her to bed.

He was relentless during the night, sitting between her legs and parting them to gaze at the swollen core. He picked up the remaining ointment and gently applied it, which seemed to make her feel better as she hummed a couple of times in her throat.

Her soft and animal-like moans made Wen Jian instantly hard again...

His Adam’s apple moved unconsciously up and down, and after applying the ointment, he lowered his head and pecked her fiercely before getting out of bed and cleaning himself in the tub she had bathed in. He didn’t pay attention to the injury on his chest and then eagerly slid back into the warm embrace of the blanket. He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

With his chin resting on her head, this moment of holding her felt different from every previous time. His state of mind seemed to have undergone a tremendous transformation, and he felt that his lifelong knowledge was unable to describe the satisfaction he was currently experiencing...

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