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

Her pink, alluring flesh was pulled out and pushed in with each of his thrusts, each stroke bringing an indescribable tingling sensation and an intoxicating pleasure that gradually broke down all her defenses.

The pain was completely dispelled, transforming into the purest desire, which devoured and consumed all her reason.

From then on, after Yue Qingge went inside completely, Bai Chenxiang's little mouth never closed again.

Her cherry lips were slightly parted, revealing her pearly teeth and pink rosy lips. With each thrust, she let out a soft murmur, like an endless song. Her entire upper body trembled under Yue Qingge's assault, and the tip of her small breasts drew delicate arcs in the air.

Her long, light purple hair was scattered on the pillow, swaying gently as she moved.

"Ah...ah ah, slower...okay...so fast~"

Her whispered words were broken and fragmented, there was no pain, only a kind of blush-inducing pleasure.

Her whispers did not slow Yue Qingge down; instead, they provoked him to attack even faster.

He swung faster and faster, each impact deep and heavy, sending that petite body throbbing upwards.

He placed his hands on Bai Chenxiang's waist, tightening his grip to firmly hold her body in place.

In rhythm with his up-and-down movements, he gently lifted her up and then lowered her down, making her actively welcome him.

After half a day of clearing, the farm tools could finally move freely in and out of the muddy path. Although they were still a bit tight, they could already touch the soft depths of the white agarwood.

"Little Bai, is it fun? Want me to give you some more?" Yue Qingge chuckled mischievously. His body seemed to have inexhaustible energy, swinging faster and faster, making the petite figure dizzy from the impact. Fine beads of sweat on Bai Chenxiang's forehead were flung away with each violent slam.

Bai Chenxiang glanced at him unconsciously, her light purple eyes unfocused and unfocused, reflecting Yue Qingge's blurry outline in her pupils.

She tried to see his face clearly, but found that she couldn't see it at all; everything in front of her was shaking and spinning.

She tried to shout something, but found that she could no longer utter complete sentences. All the sounds that reached her lips turned into indistinct murmurs, all of them becoming soft "ah ah ah" moans.

"Ha~ No... I want it, hurry up and go..."

Her voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of coquettishness.

The word "fast" was uttered lightly, without any persuasiveness; instead, it urged him to go even faster.

Yue Qingge did not slow down; instead, she increased her speed.

He slowly withdrew a few inches, and the farm tool was pulled out more than halfway from the tight passage, leaving only the crown stuck in the narrow entrance.

He lingered for a moment at the edge of the Rainy Rouge Cave, turning left and right at the entrance, the rough edge brushing directly against the tender, alluring flesh.

Then, it charged forward recklessly, suddenly sank, and crashed straight into the palace filled with sticky spider lilies.

The jade wall deep within the Flower Palace instantly wrapped around him, its warm, wrinkled surface tightly enveloping Yue Qingge's crown, suppressing him relentlessly, constantly rubbing and writhing, trying to completely disarm him.

The feeling of being enveloped was like a thousand tiny hands simultaneously strangling him, every fold frantically rubbing against his cleavage.

Although her otherworldly palace was small, and the path was so narrow that even Yue Qingge's fingers could barely fit through it, it possessed an unusual resilience, with endless tenderness within its narrowness.

The flesh walls clung tightly to his shape, every inch stretched to the limit, yet without tearing. Instead, they created a feeling of being completely filled, an airtight embrace.

Yue Qingge felt so comfortable that she wanted to make a sound, and a low groan rolled in her throat.

He was momentarily dazed, almost disarmed by Bai Chenxiang's frenzied jade wall, the tightness of which made his scalp tingle.

He looked at her light purple eyes, brimming with tears, her eye sockets red, and the jade-like flesh that was rapidly throbbing, and he could no longer suppress his emotions.

The white waves sprayed their breath into that tiny, intestinal cavity, and the viscous spiritual liquid quickly filled that small flower palace.

He vented his frustration to the fullest amidst Bai Chenxiang's sharp and brief scream.

Bai Chenxiang watched as her flat stomach was stretched into a small curve, powerless to resist. Even the slightest movement caused the overflowing spiritual liquid to spill out from the gap connecting the two.

Bai Chenxiang seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes unfocused, staring blankly upwards, standing there panting rapidly, her small pigeon breasts rising and falling with her breath.

Yue Qingge didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. He pulled her up from the soft couch, put his arm under her armpits, and steadily lifted her petite body onto his lap.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and the spiritual liquid gushed out, flowing down his thighs and soaking the fabric beneath him.

He didn't pay attention to the damp touch, but reached out to gently wipe away the fine sweat on Bai Chenxiang's forehead, brushed across her smooth forehead, and tucked the sweat-dampened stray hairs behind her ears.

Then he held her face, cradling her soft cheeks in his palm, gently stroking her rosy cheeks with his thumb, and asked her carefully while looking down.

"Xiaobai, how is it? Anything you want to say?"

Bai Chenxiang vaguely heard his greeting. His voice seemed to come from a very, very far place, drifting and ethereal, and it took several seconds to enter her consciousness.

She blurted out instinctively, "It's...strange. It hurt a little at first, but then I don't remember anything, but it feels very comfortable, numb, and a bit addictive..."

That sticky, childlike voice was innocent and pure, without any embellishment or concealment.

Those blunt, unvarnished words only made Yue Qingge's heart flutter even more. His heart felt as if it had been struck hard by something.

He then gently stroked the top of her head and whispered in her ear, "Does Xiaobai like it? Do you want more?"

Bai Chenxiang pondered for a moment, a hint of thought and hesitation flashing in her eyes, which was then replaced by a certain light.

She looked up at Qingge, her still chubby face full of seriousness, and finally uttered a few words.

"I like it... I want more."

Those three words instantly revived Yue Qingge, his body tensed up, and flames burst forth.

However, looking at her adorable chubby baby face, he suddenly felt a sense of absurdity about child trafficking.

However, looking at her luscious breasts, with their small curves undulating slightly in front of her, and the tips of her nipples reddened and moistened from the joy she had just experienced, I could see that they were quite luscious.

He then put all that behind him, casually kneading her breasts a couple of times, his palm covering her small, soft nipple, his fingertips gently rubbing it, just to hear her whisper "silver."

As expected, Bai Chenxiang let out a soft "hmm~".

Chapter 158 Father

Yue Qingge immediately changed his posture. He reached out and took a pillow and placed it on the table. Then he made Bai Chenxiang lie on it with his upper body, his arms unconsciously stretching forward, and his whole body lying on the table.

The latter half of the body swayed in the air, the round little drum sticking up high, and the two slender little legs hanging in mid-air, not even half the length of the table, with the toes curled up and gently swaying in the air.

Bai Chenxiang was now fully awake, and the words she had just said echoed in her mind.

"So comfortable," "I want more," each word struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

She felt utterly ashamed and immediately buried her head in the pillow to hide her flushed face.

But he forgot that the most lustrous cave was still shimmering outside. The Rain Rouge Cave, soaked with the spiritual liquid of flower dew and Yue Qingge, was gently undulating in front of him, its two little butterflies opening and closing.

Yue Qingge looked at her flushed ears, everything understood without words. He reached out and slapped her firm little drum. Bai Chenxiang's body trembled, and she let out a muffled groan, a sound tinged with grievance. "Little Bai, you can't do this."

After saying that, another slap landed on the other petal, equally crisp and loud. Bai Chenxiang did not react at all, like a small animal that had resigned itself to its fate, lying there motionless, only burying its face deeper into the pillow.

She resignedly revealed her pinkish-red cave, the entrance twitching slightly, as if silently conveying a message: Do as you please, as long as you don't damage it.

The drum was small, but when you patted it, you could still feel a slight ripple of flesh under the skin.

Even the rain-red cave was sprayed with a small amount of floral dew because of the two slaps, which splashed on the back of his hand, making him want to laugh.

He then reached out and gently rubbed her breasts, his palm covering the slightly reddened skin he had patted.

"Little White, I'm coming!" His voice carried a hint of amusement.

As he spoke, he supported the still-erect farm tool, slipped through the two small gaps, and aimed at the wet entrance.

The flower dew mixed with the seeds left behind, allowing Yue Qingge to easily reach the deepest part. The tight passage was stretched open again, and every inch of her tender flesh was filled to the brim.

Bai Chenxiang's body trembled again. Her fingers gripped the edge of the pillow tightly, but she did not utter a sound of protest.

On the other side, Qian Renxue suddenly woke up from her dream.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her golden pupils still carrying a hint of sleepiness and confusion.

The candles in the room had burned out. She frowned, feeling a headache coming on. Her temples throbbed, as if something was constantly pounding on her nerves, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

A familiar voice kept bothering her in her mind, one after another, making her feel restless and agitated.

She turned over and pulled the blanket over her head, but the voice seemed to echo directly in her mind, leaving her nowhere to escape.

But she couldn't find any source at all; the sound seemed to come from the void, or perhaps it came from some corner of her heart.

The voice evoked the image of Yue Qingge in her mind, and his face involuntarily appeared in her thoughts.

Although she couldn't hear the sounds from next door, she knew what they were going there for.

This unexpectedly stirred a nameless anger on her pure and holy face. At this moment, Qian Renxue's expression stiffened, a thin layer of frost settling over her delicate features, and her lips tightened slightly.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, concentrated, and instantly extinguished the source of the fumes.

She let out a long breath, turned over, and pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Unbeknownst to her, the wings of her Six-Winged Angel martial soul dimmed slightly. Yue Qingge gently pried open Bai Chenxiang's small drum, the two round, white, soft flesh parts being gently separated in his palm, revealing the wet, glistening cavern in the middle.

He steered his farm tools into the path again, and this time it went much more smoothly than before. The path, now soaked in dew and syrup, accepted him effortlessly.

This posture is easier than before, allowing for a hole-in-one shot, directly targeting the White Sandalwood's other shore flower palace.

The crown-shaped tip precisely embedded itself in the deepest, softest palace jade wall. The white sandalwood was subjected to such a fierce attack, and the sudden feeling of being filled made her body struggle violently, her two dangling legs kicking wildly in mid-air.

The small, round drum trembled, creating ripples on the surface. "Clap—"

Another slap landed on her, the crisp sound making Bai Chenxiang's body tremble. The flesh on her breasts swayed even more violently. She buried her face in the pillow and let out a muffled groan.

Yue Qingge looked at her lost profile and struck her again, the farm tool slamming into the deepest part, causing Bai Chenxiang to lurch forward.

But this was accompanied by Yue Qingge's mischievous teasing, "Little Bai, call me Daddy quickly, or I won't move."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yue Qingge stopped all her movements. The farm tool was deeply buried inside her body, yet it remained motionless.

Seeing that she was still biting her lower lip with trembling hands, and even though her eyes were misty with tears, she stubbornly refused to speak.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge forcefully withdrew from those layers of alluring flesh, pulling away little by little from that tight embrace. The alluring flesh, caught off guard, suddenly wrapped around and tried to hold on, like little hands desperately grabbing him, but they could no longer pull him away.

The rough edges rolled over every sensitive fold, bringing out a tingling, numbing sensation that made one's scalp tingle.

Then, with a pop, he was gone forever.

It takes time. The road that has been cultivated and expanded cannot be closed up for a long time. The road is stretched open into a round opening, and you can even see the tender, wriggling flesh inside.

Her luscious, full lips parted slightly as she breathed heavily, her two small labia fluttering faster and faster, as if she didn't want him to leave, silently expressing her reluctance and longing.

After Yue Qingge left, the empty road trembled, every inch of her alluring flesh contracted, futilely searching for the feeling of being filled.

The emptiness, as if something important had been lost, made Bai Chenxiang turn back to look at him with some confusion. Her light purple eyes were full of bewilderment and grievance, as if asking, "Why did you stop?"

Seeing his mischievous grin, she reluctantly pouted and called out, "Daddy~"

Her voice was alluring, but Yue Qingge remained unmoved. The smile in her eyes deepened, but she showed no intention of making any further moves.

And his hand moved from the side to her spring.

Chapter 159 Maglev

He placed his hand over the warm, moist little bell, gently stroking it. He lightly crushed the swollen, engorged pearl, making it impossible for the longing in her heart to dissipate.

The tingling sensation was like a small snake, burrowing into the touched spot and spreading along the nerves, making every pore of her body yearn and pray.

"Just tell me what you want."

Yue Qingge's wicked smile was already overflowing. His fingers were still fiddling with the little bell, teasing her every nerve perfectly, making her struggle between desire and shame.

Bai Chenxiang was extremely embarrassed by his hints, and her fair face turned red from her cheeks to her ears.

She bit her lower lip tightly with her pearly teeth, and her light purple eyes were filled with tears.

As his fingers continued to manipulate her, the feeling of being neither fully satisfied nor dissatisfied eroded her remaining rationality, and in the end, she gave in.

"Daddy, I want... I want Daddy to help me cultivate the Rainbow Cave." She had only uttered a few words when her voice was already whimpering. In the end, her sense of shame finally broke through the limit, and she buried her head deeply in the pillow.

Yue Qingge was captivated by the soft, yearning voice; it made him feel completely melt.

With a faint smile on his face, he mustered all his strength, held the still-erect farm tool, and aimed it at the target.

With a soft "poof," I was back in elementary school.

The unexpected heavy blow caused Bai Chenxiang's delicate body to tremble continuously, making every inch of her snow-white skin quiver.

He smoothed out all those tender flesh before he could react, filling them completely without leaving a single gap.

A satisfied glint of deep silver oozed from the corner of her mouth, and her voice was long and melodious, like a sigh from the depths of her soul.

"Ah—!!" The emptiness vanished, replaced by an ultimate sense of satisfaction, like parched land finally receiving sweet rain.

Yue Qingge lifted Bai Chenxiang's body up, her arms passing under her armpits, and lifted her petite body into the air.

She was suspended in mid-air, her only support being the farm tools deeply embedded in her body.

He carried her body, soaring through the air, swaying up and down, causing her petite frame to rise and fall in the air.

The firm little drum, along with his thighs, swayed back and forth as he pounded into it, each impact producing a crisp "slap slap" sound, and the rounded buttocks rippled with waves of flesh against his little penis.

Each blow was deep and heavy, completely crushing the white agarwood.