Chapter Eighty-Six: The Monster Underneath

Hong Chungeng had never touched a woman's body for more than thirty years, and the movement of Chuanxiang really frightened him. Although he had never touched a woman's body, he had never fantasized about it in his dreams. Now suddenly a beautiful and seductive woman sat on the edge of his bed, still holding a soft ball in her hand, and the impulse could no longer be controlled, and he rushed to Chuan Xiang like a wild horse on the loose, and threw her into his arms.

"You have to understand me, I am also a mature man, I haven't ...... for more than thirty years" Hong Chungeng got rid of the past and looked at everyone with pitiful eyes.

Hong Dagang kept nodding beside him. Others expressed understanding and couldn't wait to hear what follows: "It's not you who took the initiative. She took the initiative to seduce you. And then what? ”

At this time, I remembered the night when Chen Shaojin and Jiang Shi were born. Chen Shaojin said that he smelled a strange fragrance in the house, which made him feel hot all over. I wonder if the fragrance was deliberately emitted by Jiang Shi, if it was deliberately emitted by her, then Hong Chungeng's experience is similar to Chen Shaojin's.

Hong Chungeng talked about his strange night, although he had palpitations, but he did not hide the action of swallowing saliva. The action was the same as when Hong Dagang talked about passing incense.

Then, Hong Chungeng recalled, and then my hands didn't listen to the control of my brain, and I stripped her clothes naked. Chuan Xiang also helped him undress.

The wind blew in through the window and swept across Hong Chungeng's sweaty back, making him feel a cold hand caressing his back. But by this time, pleasure had replaced fear, and the delicate panting of Chuan Xiang made him blurry like a dream. This dream, like the dream he had had countless times, but it was a real dream. The thought of this made his muscles cramp with excitement.

The moon quietly shifted its position. The moonlight shone on Chuanxiang's bare body, and Chun Geng saw Chuanxiang's cream-like face revealing a rouge-like flush......

The moon peeked out the window at everything that was going on in the house.

Just as he felt his body explode, he felt a pain beneath him, as if he was being sucked by something, unable to move.

He reached out to probe. Chuan Xiang grabbed his hand.

The pain was getting worse and worse, and he felt that the thing beneath him was about to leave him, and he shook off the incense and continued to touch it downward.

When he caught the thing, his pleasure vanished without a trace, and fear followed.

He grabbed a wet, slippery strip that seemed to be alive, writhing like a loach in his palm. He was so frightened that he immediately jumped away.

What is it? He asked. Denka gave him a wicked smile.

By the moonlight, he saw something in the shape of a tongue wriggling like a mollusk between the legs of the incense!

Chun Geng touched his body, raised his hand and looked, it was bloody. The pain made him clench his teeth.

Chuanxiang leaned over gently, rubbed the spring ploughing with smooth skin, and said coquettishly, It's not over yet, why did you stop? Chun Geng hurriedly jumped out of bed, lifted a chair and threw it at Chuanxiang.

Chuanxiang quickly dodged her chair and flew towards the open window. Chuanxiang's body was much wider than the gap in the window lattice, but that didn't prevent her from getting out of the window lattice.

In an instant, Chuanxiang fled without a trace like a blowing wind. In the empty room, only the naked spring cultivator was left.

Chun Geng hurriedly lit a candle and examined his lifeline, which was as if he had scraped his skin when he fell.

He didn't know if she would come back, if she would just let him go.