The end of the world: The Goddess Catalogue, starting with sisters!

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Jiayi suddenly hooked her toes around Mengde's knee, the black stockings rubbing against his skin making a soft rustling sound.

The calves, encased in bodysuit stockings, resembled the meticulous brushwork of a master painter, with a breathtakingly perfect curve from the ankle to the back of the knee.

But she still had to slowly move her toes up his inner thigh.

As it moved, the lace trim curled up in several ambiguous folds, like a datura blooming in the night.

Just as Mengde's Adam's apple bobbed, Jiayi leaned over to reach for the wine glass on the bedside table.

This movement caused the neckline of the nightgown to droop completely, revealing two soft, snow-white mounds peeking through the silk fabric.

The sliver of cherry blossom pink at the top traced an alluring path in the shadows with each movement.

She deliberately slowed her movements, letting the ends of her hair brush against his chest.

The white musk scent of the shampoo, mixed with the rose fragrance emanating from body heat, made the air even thicker and more cloying.

"Stupefied?"

She suddenly bit the rim of the wine glass, tilted her head back, and sipped. Red wine spilled from the corner of her lips, leaving a crimson trail down her snow-white neck.

Her feet, encased in black stockings, were now pressing down on his abs, her rounded toes applying gentle pressure through the shirt buttons.

"This is the first time Xiao Yao has seen such a model student as you."

The last note was drowned out by the clinking of the glass against her teeth, and the frequency of the wine swirling on the glass was strangely synchronized with the rhythm of her toes circling.

When Jiayi finally put down her wine glass, the way she untied the straps of her nightgown was like unwrapping a long-awaited gift.

As the silk fabric slid down the curves of her body, the lace corset at the top of her black bodysuit was exposed to the light.

The black belts wrapped around her waist made her skin appear even whiter.

Jiayi suddenly straddled Mengde's lap, the hem of her black slip dress riding up slightly, revealing her plump thighs wrapped in black bodysuit stockings.

Her long, slender legs in black stockings gleamed alluringly under the warm lighting, the material of the pantyhose clinging to her perfect leg curves like a second skin.

From the rounded, full thighs to the gradually narrowing back of the knees, every line is like a meticulously sculpted work of art.

The lace trim at the top of her stockings was faintly visible as she moved slightly.

Faint marks were visible where her snow-white skin met her black stockings.

When she deliberately bent her knees, the stockings formed several delicate folds at the joints, like ripples on black silk.

When the toes touch the ground, the arch of the foot stretches out in a breathtaking arc, and the faint vein patterns are visible through the black stockings covering the instep.

As her legs gently crossed and then parted, the rustling sound of her stockings rubbing together was enough to make your heart race.

Under the light, you can see the subtle reflections of the fibers flowing with movement.

The most deadly thing was her sudden movement of sliding her foot up Mengde's calf. The delicate touch of the stockings mixed with her body heat made the lines from his ankle to the back of his knee look like a meticulous painting by a master.

When she brought her legs together, the inner thighs, encased in black stockings, were pressed into a breathtakingly full curve, gleaming like honey under the light.

Her skin shimmered like pearls beneath the stockings, her long legs gently pressed together, the delicate touch of the black stockings brushing against Mengde's skin almost imperceptibly.

Like a feather brushing against the skin, or like an electric current rushing through, it brings a tingling, itchy sensation.

She tiptoed slightly, her arches forming a beautiful curve.

Her toes, encased in black stockings, gently touched his knee.

Then it slowly moved upwards, sliding along the inside of his thigh. The stockings felt delicate and warm to the touch, with a slight friction, like a silent invitation.
"Honey, am I pretty...?"

Jiayi's voice was as sticky as melted honey, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a seductive nasal tone.

She deliberately brought her beautiful, black-stockinged legs closer, her toes lightly brushing against his waist. As she tilted her head back, the neckline of her nightgown slipped completely down, revealing half of her snow-white shoulder, which gleamed like pearls under the light.

Mengde did not answer.

However, the answer in hand is the best one.

He chuckled and pinched Jiayi's ankle, his fingertips sliding along the texture of her black stockings towards her knee.

With each movement, the hem of her nightgown billowed, revealing a thin black lace garter belt wrapped around her thigh, leaving faint red marks on her fair skin.

His fingertips traced the edge of the stockings, feeling the delicate texture of the skin beneath the lace pattern.

Jiayi suddenly tensed her toes, the arch of her foot, encased in black stockings, tracing an alluring arc in his palm.

When she tilted her head back, her neck line stretched out in a beautiful line, and the soft hum that escaped from her throat carried the slight intoxication of red wine.

"Hmm~~~ Honey, you've found my new gear!"

The lace camisole trembled gently with her breath, casting dappled shadows under the light.

Mengde's thumb traced the red marks on her skin, feeling her slight trembling reaction.

Jiayi bit her lip and chuckled softly, running her fingers through his hair.

"How is it? I dressed you up especially to surprise you."

Her voice gradually turned into panting, and her beautiful legs in black stockings unconsciously wrapped around his waist.

The subtle sound of the stockings rubbing together was exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom.

Meng De smiled slightly, and no one knew what he had done.

Jiayi suddenly straightened her instep, her toes, painted with cherry-colored nail polish, curled up, and a soft hum with a small hook escaped her throat.

"Honey, don't slow down."

Jiayi's protests were as sticky as melted honey.

The moment the dark red fingernails dug into his shoulder muscle, they left a faint crescent-shaped mark on his bronze skin.

Her nails were painted with dark red nail polish, which gleamed alluringly under the light.

Her warm breath, carrying a faint scent of red wine, gently brushed against his ear like a feather teasing him, making him feel restless and itchy.

Her waist swayed slightly, and her buttocks, encased in black stockings, gently brushed against his thigh. Each subtle touch was like igniting a small flame, causing the temperature in the air to rise quietly.

Her fingertips slid down his chest, her nails lightly scraping against the buttons of his shirt, making a soft sound, as if plucking at his heartstrings.

"Does it...itch?"

She asked with a low laugh, a hint of slyness in her voice, her black-stockinged legs gently caressing him again, this time more slowly and more torturously, as if testing the limits of his patience.

Her fingertips, carrying the scent of red wine, traced along his taut jawline.

Her neck arched back, forming a swan-like curve, and the small mole on her throat slid up and down with each swallow, bathed in an amber glow from the bedside lamp.

Her silk nightgown had long since slipped down to her waist, and the straps of her black lace bra hung down to her arms.

As she breathed rapidly, the delicate openwork patterns cast alluring shadows on her snow-white skin.

That tempting look made Mengde look like he was about to pounce on her.
However, Jiayi stopped her.

"Honey, tonight, how about we teach Xiaoyao how to be a good student?"

"Actually, Xiao Yao also really wants to improve." (End of Chapter)