Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

"If you don't come, I'll come myself, and then I'll penetrate you directly, ignoring your pain."

Yue Qingge's voice remained calm, even carrying a hint of amusement. Bai Chenxiang released her mouth, removed her hands from her lips, and subconsciously glanced at the farm tool that resembled her arm. The slightly bulging veins there were alarming.

The image of him entering her Rainy Cave flashed through her mind—how could such a colossal creature fit into that narrow crevice? In an instant, her face paled.

It will break. It will definitely break. This thought swirled in her mind.

Chapter 155 The Swifts Have Plenty of Water

Finally, under Yue Qingge's intimidating presence, Bai Chenxiang had no choice but to do as he said. Trembling, she reached out, her slender fingers threading around the back of her legs, passing under them, pulling upwards, and then slowly spreading her legs apart. After completely removing the defenses of her Rainy Cave, her two small butterflies were revealed.

The two tender, pink, and thin labia were opening and closing nervously, revealing glimpses of the alluring pink flesh inside.

Under Yue Qingge's gaze, the two little butterfly petals fluttered even faster, as if sensing the presence of that burning gaze, instinctively wanting to close but being forced to remain open.

The flapping motion grew faster and faster, silently revealing the owner's nervousness and embarrassment.

Yue Qingge persisted, "Open it a little further out."

Bai Chenxiang closed her eyes, unable to bear looking at her strange posture. She could only continue to spread her legs wide, her hands reaching under her thighs to rummage through the cave, exposing all her beauty and vulnerability to the air.

Listening to his words, she bit her lower lip and pried the opening open a little more. Yue Qingge was not satisfied with her posture, so she reached out and pulled her, guiding her fingers to the edge of the Rain Rouge Cave: "Here, just use your fingers to pry it open there."

"Um...you...you."

Bai Chenxiang stammered for a long time, her eyes filled with tears. After seeing Yue Qingge's unquestionable expression, she lowered her head and finally did as she was told, looking pitiful.

Her small, plump lips, as white as jade, were pulled apart by her own fingers, revealing their layers of wrinkles to Yue Qingge's eyes.

The flesh was a pale pink, like newly opened rose petals, layered together, each layer moist and slightly wriggling.

It goes without saying that being bitten must feel incredibly good; just looking at it makes you imagine what it would feel like to be wrapped up.

Yue Qingge bent down and approached Bai Chenxiang's plastic wrap.

His breath brushed against the sensitive spring, bringing a slight tickle. He paused deliberately for a moment, then extended a finger, tracing its path back and forth near the translucent membrane.

The membrane was like a thin veil, through which one could vaguely see the deep passage behind it.

Yue Qingge's fingertips gently traced the edge of the membrane, scraping against her nerves little by little, each touch causing Bai Chenxiang's body to tremble slightly.

Moreover, he didn't forget to bring out the hidden little bell; with a flick of his finger, the pink little pearl popped out from the petal.

They are round and plump, pink in color, and have not been picked yet.

It carried a kind of youthful innocence and tenderness. The entire little bell was less than the size of a grain of rice, yet it was surprisingly sensitive, only being touched by Yue Qingge's breath.

Bai Chenxiang's small body trembled incessantly, making it impossible for her to utter a complete sentence. Her voice was broken and fragmented, jolted apart by wave after wave of nerve pain.

"You...it's so itchy...so numb..."

Bai Chenxiang's voice unconsciously took on a sweet and sticky tone, which overflowed from her slightly parted lips.

Her eyes were half-closed, her light purple pupils filled with a hazy mist, as if she were immersed in a dream, half-awake, half-asleep, seemingly drunk but not quite.

She just kept calling out, her voice sweeter and softer with each call, lingering and alluring.

Yue Qingge did not stop. His fingers were still holding the small bell, and his two fingertips gently pinched the pink pearl, quickly rubbing and swirling it under Bai Chenxiang's shy gaze.

The lines of my fingertips rubbed against that sensitive core, each turn accompanied by a subtle tremor, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

The small pearl was manipulated and crushed between his fingers, becoming increasingly hard, and its color changed from light pink to a delicate crimson.

In an instant, Bai Chenxiang's pupils widened suddenly, her light purple eyes seeming to have been struck by something, and her focus instantly became unfocused.

That magical joy exploded in her little head, leaving her stunned and frozen in place, as if her soul had been taken away.

As his fingers quickened their pace, rubbing faster and faster, her body and mind finally reacted, and she began to struggle. Her trembling body twisted on the soft couch, trying to escape this unfamiliar and intense pleasure that was frightening.

"Ah~ let me go... I'm not going with you..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and her eyes were brimming with tears. Instead of prying open the hole, she haphazardly pushed and shoved Yue Qingge's arm, trying to push him away.

Yue Qingge used her large hand to press down hard, placing her palm on her waist and tightening her fingers to firmly hold her trembling and struggling body in place.

All of Bai Chenxiang's struggles were like an ant trying to shake a tree, completely futile.

Yue Qingge straightened up and kissed her cherry-like lips, silencing the remaining sobs.

Her body gradually calmed down, from violent struggle to slight trembling, and finally to complete stillness.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief, her pupils reflecting Yue Qingge's magnified face, so close that their noses touched.

His tongue gently pried open her lips, deftly probing inside, chasing her serpentine tongue, the two tongues intertwining, chasing and entwining tenderly.

However, Yue Qingge's fingers continued to rub the small bell without stopping for a moment.

The speed and force of the grinding only increased, as the fingertips rapidly rotated over the already congested and swollen small core.

Suddenly, Bai Chenxiang's pupils rolled slightly back, her light purple eyes rolled upwards, revealing a hazy patch of white.

Her body trembled violently, her slender waist arched, and she hovered in mid-air for a few seconds before falling heavily onto the soft couch with a muffled thud. A layer of honeyed dew had already formed inside her Rainy Cave, the viscous nectar seeping from between the layers of alluring flesh, adorning her tender, bud-like lips. Her body was still swaying slightly, and her lips were uttering muffled protests.

But her little hands were very obedient, still pulling back the curtain for Yue Qingge, her slender fingers tightly prying open her two plump lips, revealing the most lustrous parts without reservation.

Under Yue Qingge's gaze, the pale pink flesh inside the cave writhed rapidly and rhythmically, as if some living thing was breathing.

At the same time, it also secretes tides, with waves of transparent liquid gushing out from the depths and gathering above the translucent membrane.

Yue Qingge watched the tides within Bai Chenxiang's Rain Rouge Cave, seeing the transparent spring water completely fill the space within the thin membrane.

Finally, the liquid was forced to overflow from the small hole, spilling out along the edge of the membrane, slowly flowing down her body, and dripping onto the brocade beneath her, leaving a small, damp patch.

Chapter 156 How strange~

Yue Qingge looked at her with some curiosity, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry and amusement. Seeing that she seemed like an inexhaustible spring, he raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Bai Chenxiang glanced at Yue Qingge's face out of the corner of her eye and saw the mischievous smile on his lips. She turned her face away in embarrassment.

She didn't know what happened to her body in that instant, but she knew what that sticky change meant. The wet sensation made her wish she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

She turned her head away, her long hair obscuring most of her face, revealing only a bright red ear. She mumbled softly:

"You bad guy, what did you do to me... My body is acting so strange." Her voice trailed off at the end, as if confirming something to herself. "Of course, it's something an adult should do."

As soon as Yue Qingge finished speaking, she straightened up, adjusted her posture, and aimed her proud farm tool at Yu Yan Cave.

But the gap was so narrow that even a single finger could barely fit through it, let alone his farm tools.

Her pink lips twitched as if begging for mercy in front of him.

At this moment, Bai Chenxiang's fear even outweighed her shame, and her voice trembled as she said, "You said I wouldn't feel pain..."

She kept trying to comfort herself, repeating the same words over and over, but that comfort seemed pale and powerless in the face of that size.

Yue Qingge gently rubbed the crown in the crevice, slowly rubbing it along the edge of the cave.

The scalding tip pressed against the narrow entrance, slowly grinding against the sensitive folds.

In an instant, the swollen flower nectar inside was squeezed out, and the transparent liquid dripped onto the bed surface along the gap between the two.

Yue Qingge also took this opportunity to complete the wet enchantment, making the crown and pillar slippery, preparing for the upcoming entry.

"Xiaobai, I'm coming in."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yue Qingge rammed into the narrow cave. The crown struggled to open the tight entrance, barely managing to accommodate the rounded tip, and Bai Chenxiang couldn't help but cry out. "You bastard, it hurts, it hurts…"

Tears welled up in her light purple eyes and slid down her cheeks.

Her hands gripped the bedding tightly, her knuckles cracking. Her body instinctively tried to back away, but Yue Qingge's hands held her firmly in place, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Yue Qingge had a bit of a headache. Being too big was also a problem. This size was indeed too much for Bai Chenxiang's petite body.

He silently thought to himself, "It's definitely not because Bai Chenxiang is too young, it's definitely not." Yue Qingge didn't withdraw; he stopped there, not going any further. He slowly seeped his ice-attribute soul power into her delicate body, spreading along the points where they were connected, gradually suppressing the tearing pain.

At the same time, his other hand was frantically rubbing the engorged little bell. The intense pleasure was like an anesthetic, working together with the coolness of the ice-attribute soul power to gradually dispel her first pain.

Bai Chenxiang's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, her pale face gradually regained its color, the fear in her light purple eyes was replaced by a misty haze, and her tightly clenched lower lip slowly loosened.

Her rapid breathing also changed to long, light silver breaths, while the almost transparent membrane in the Rainy Cave was still deeper inside.

However, on the outside, layers of alluring flesh tightly imprisoned the intruding tip, wrapping it tightly without leaving a single gap.

Yue Qingge advanced again, sinking slightly as the farm tools, already damp with dew, penetrated even deeper.

The membrane was tilted to one side and was on the verge of collapsing at any moment. He observed Bai Chenxiang's expression as he broke through the obstacles in his path.

The tool would pause briefly after each step forward to give her time to adjust. Once it was determined that she was still within her tolerance range, the tool moved forward again.

When the crown pierced through the membrane, Bai Chenxiang frowned and remained silent, but her light purple eyes suddenly widened.

Her pupils contracted slightly, then slowly closed again, and tears silently slid down her cheeks.

The thin membrane transformed into a blood-red plum blossom, its crimson hue blooming amidst the alluring flesh, both delicate and poignant.

The blood tempered Yue Qingge's farm tools, staining each inch of the shaft with a faint crimson hue.

After the enchantment was completed, the spiritual liquid mixed with blood and flower dew slowly dripped from the point where the two were connected, blooming into mottled blood flowers on the brocade.

"Does it hurt?"

Yue Qingge kept asking Bai Chenxiang questions. He leaned down and stared intently at her, not missing a single subtle change in her expression.

After all, it was his first time exploring that tight, almost suffocating cave, so he took every step with extreme caution.

I was afraid of leaving her with unnecessary psychological trauma.

His fingers gently stroked her cheek, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Bai Chenxiang felt the tremor between them, and the tingling sensation spreading from their joints surged up in waves, traveling up her spine and throughout her entire body.

A tingling sensation spread from the little bell, like a gentle melody played softly on the most sensitive spot of her body.

The initial pain is gradually disappearing, being replaced by an increasingly intense tingling sensation.

Looking into Yue Qingge's pitying eyes, she felt a tremor in her heart, as if something had gently bumped into her.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyelashes trembled gently: "No...no pain, um...it's just a little numb~"

When she said the word "ma ma de," her tone rose slightly at the end, carrying a hint of unconscious coquettishness.

Qingge understood, and a smile flashed in his eyes. He didn't go any deeper, but instead slightly adjusted the angle, using the edge of his glans to gently scrape against the tight, alluring flesh on both sides.

The delicate pink jade walls enveloped him tightly, every fold fitting him perfectly.

He moved slowly and patiently, as if sculpting a delicate work of art, each cut precise enough to neither cause her pain nor prevent her from unknowingly widening the narrow passage.

Meanwhile, he continued to pinch the small bell, his two fingers pinching the already engorged and swollen pearl, constantly rubbing and kneading the sensitive core, rotating and kneading it rapidly to bring her to her peak faster.

The tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger, impacting her fragile nerves in waves.

The farm implement slowly retreated less than an inch, and the body slightly adjusted its angle, squeezing in at an angle.

The crown pressed tightly against the upper part of her jade wall, its rounded tip grinding against her tender flesh, stretching and smoothing out every inch of wrinkles.

It could even create a slight bulge on her lower abdomen, which would slide gently as the farm tools moved.

The sudden, intense friction caused Bai Chenxiang's petite body to tremble uncontrollably, the tremor spreading rapidly from her abdomen throughout her entire body. Every inch of her snow-white skin was quivering slightly.

A series of melodious notes rippled from the corners of her lips, no longer the suppressed sobs of before, but a light, unreserved murmur that seemed to drip with water.

"Oh... Ah~"

Every syllable of that voice carried an unconscious allure, making one's bones melt.

Chapter 157 I love it so much, I want more!

Under Yue Qingge's relentless attacks, Bai Chenxiang's body drifted with the current, like a small boat bobbing up and down in the waves.

Her consciousness began to blur, her light purple eyes filled with a hazy mist, and the scene before her began to distort.

The whole world seemed to consist only of the joy emanating from the link. She gradually climbed into the clouds, her body becoming lighter and lighter, as if she were about to float away.

With Yue Qingge's two-pronged approach, Bai Chenxiang's body revealed its most authentic self.

As her legs twitched uncontrollably, a warm spiritual liquid suddenly gushed forth from the depths of the Rain Rouge Cave, the spring silently spouting a thin stream.

The transparent floral dew surged forth like a burst dam, overflowing through the gap between their joined bodies and soaking them completely.

She reached the summit once more, her pupils rolling slightly upwards, revealing a hazy patch of white in her eyes. She felt as if all her strength had been drained away, collapsing limply onto the soft couch, her body still convulsing uncontrollably.

Yue Qingge seized the opportunity, braved the wind and waves, and suddenly explored, the huge crown extending the small road to its limit.

Her plump lips gripped Yue Qingge's farm tools tightly, like two small mouths sucking at the same time, wrapping them tightly without leaving a gap.

The lingering warmth of the receding tide gradually numbed her pain, and the warm, spiritual fluid enveloped the scalding farm tools, allowing each friction to proceed perfectly.

Yue Qingge's farm tools, soaked with spring water, slowly cleared the narrow, winding path.

Although every inch of progress required tremendous effort, the ecstasy of being tightly enveloped left him somewhat mesmerized.

Bai Chenxiang's untouched Palace of the Other Shore Flower was repeatedly struck by Yue Qingge.