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

Her heart began to race. "Your Highness's pants... won't they be uncomfortable?"

She could see the gathering blood and energy flowing towards that spot, making the towering structure even more prominent.

The sleeping farm tools awoke from their slumber, like wild beasts trapped in a cage, eager to break free of their restraints.

Mo Yuan changed positions several times on the bed, moving her knees forward slightly, but in the end she chose the most clumsy way, which was to crawl over.

She knelt on either side of his body, supporting herself above him. Her long hair brushed against his chest, tickling him, and her heart felt a tickle along with it.

He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he stretched out, his fingertips touching the highest point of the towering structure, before pulling back after just a light touch.

She reached out again and slowly traced the outline of the object with her fingertips. Then, decisively, she reached out and, with lightning speed, untied his belt.

With a gentle pull, the swollen farm tool sprang out.

Perhaps she was too nervous and forgot that she was too close to that towering thing. The moment the straps broke free, there was a crisp "smack," and that steaming hot dragon slapped straight at her face.

Chapter 164 Not a Drop Wasted

Mo Yuan trembled, a red mark appearing on her face, whether from being hit or from the scalding heat that rushed towards her, it was unclear.

She froze for a moment, then let out a short gasp, and immediately covered her mouth with her other hand.

His eyes were wide open as he stared at the farm tool so close to him, its shape reflected in his pupils, along with the throbbing veins on it.

Your Highness... is it that big?

This...this really entered my body...won't it break? She had only learned about this kind of thing from books that didn't even have pictures. Those books described matters between men and women in obscure classical Chinese, leaving the blanks between the words entirely to her imagination.

She didn't know the exact size of the object, but she knew that even her plump lips only had a tiny gap, let alone the even tighter spring hidden below.

However, Mo Yuan was ultimately a Title Douluo.

She took a deep breath and finally reached out her slender, jade-like hand, grasping the blood-pumping demon.

The moment her palm touched her, her mind went blank, as if something had exploded.

It's so hot, and so big.

The scorching farm tool felt a touch of coolness and restraint, as if it had finally found direction in the darkness. It throbbed in her palm, eagerly wanting more.

How could Mo Yuan give up so easily? She awkwardly began to act, her jade-like hands forming a handle, searching high and low.

At first, her rhythm was chaotic and clumsy, but she learned quickly. After only a few dozen rounds, she found the knack, tightening her grip just right and gradually stabilizing the speed of her up-and-down sliding motion.

Her palms were sweating from nervousness, but the thin layer of sweat actually made them smoother and silkier, producing a blush-inducing sound.

She struggled for a long time, going back and forth, feeling anxious and uncertain.

But Yue Qingge still showed no signs of waking up, nor any indication of eruption; her brows only furrowed occasionally before relaxing.

Mo Yuan stopped, tilted her head and stared at the still-intact farm tool, pursing her lips in slight distress.

Then she slowly moved closer and sniffed with her little nose.

The strong, unique scent of Yue Qingge wafted over, carrying a hint of the saltiness of sweat and a touch of masculine hormones.

His Highness's scent... is so strong.

Her mind began to stir, unable to remain calm any longer. With her head bowed low and her red lips slightly parted, her nostrils timidly peeked out and gently licked the crown-like tip.

The scalding heat instantly burned her clitoris, and she instinctively wanted to pull it back, but she stopped the moment she saw Yue Qingge's forehead relax.

He seemed to sense something that pleased him. Mo Yuan returned again, licking his tongue once more, moving it back and forth in that crevice, each lick bolder than the last. "The scent is spreading..."

She thought to herself, her mind reeling as if she were drunk.

"I feel like I'm enveloped by His Highness... Tsk, do I actually have moments of being so captivated?"

As she pondered, a blush, like a drunken cloud, appeared on her clear face, and her head swayed as if she were walking on clouds.

Suddenly she made an even bolder move, opening her alluring red lips and completely covering Yue Qingge's farm tools.

The moment the warm cavity enveloped her, the feeling of fullness left her mind blank.

But she forgot that this was her first time doing this, and she forgot about the existence of her teeth. Inevitably, the hard rows of teeth struck Yue Qingge's softest crown.

Yue Qingge suddenly opened his eyes, his vision clearing as he saw a blurry figure in front of him.

Somewhat incredulously, I rubbed my eyes and looked closely. I then realized that Mo Yuan was engrossed in eating a lollipop, her red lips stretched into an exaggerated circle.

The scene was so impactful that Yue Qingge was stunned for a couple of moments before fully regaining her senses. Mo Yuan's body stiffened for a moment, then she realized she shouldn't stop. Having already gone this far, been discovered, and with His Highness not immediately pushing her away, why should she stop?

She continued to lower her head and savor the delicious food, pretending she knew nothing.

Pretending to be just a shadow guard working diligently, a job that happens to be a farm tool serving Yue Qingge with the Abyss Sandalwood Mouth.

"hiss--"

Yue Qingge took a deep breath; in that fiery chamber, he could feel a completely different kind of scenery.

Mo Yuan's martial soul is fire-attribute, and her body temperature is naturally higher than others. That scorching heat envelops her from all directions, as if she were soaking in a hot spring, so comfortable that it makes one's scalp tingle.

The slurred liquid seeped from Mo Yuan's lips and clung to Yue Qingge's farming tools.

She didn't care about wiping or being dignified; she just tasted it even more intensely, penetrating as deeply as possible each time before slowly withdrawing, repeating this process over and over.

The lingering warmth enveloped her, like a moist, serpentine coil, tender and persistent. Mo Yuan grew increasingly adept, her hands and slightly parted cherry lips working together. Her hands joined as one, completely enveloping the handle, and with just the right amount of force, slid it down to the very bottom.

Then her cheeks caved inward, creating an extreme negative pressure inside her mouth, a force that seemed to suck Yue Qingge's soul out of her body.

What's even more despicable is the fire serpent that roams the cavity.

Mo Yuan not only used her tongue to completely pull open the crown, but also used her fiery heat to trace its grooves, carefully and meticulously, leaving no corner untouched.

The peculiar temperature brought waves of intense pleasure, and Yue Qingge finally couldn't hold back any longer; a suppressed low moan escaped from her throat.

He looked at Mo Yuan's small mouth, which was stretched out of shape, and recalled her previous forced and indifferent appearance.

The two images overlapped in his mind, and the stark contrast gave Yue Qingge immense satisfaction.

He could no longer suppress his anger, which erupted instantly within her fiery cavity.

Hot breath rushed into her throat, the strong smell assaulting every sensory cell, the intense impact leaving her vision blank.

"district--"

She instinctively wanted to pull her mouth back and leave this place of trouble. But Yue Qingge reacted quickly, pressing her hand firmly against the back of her head, preventing her from moving an inch.

I watched the redness in the corners of her eyes caused by her physiological reaction, watched her eyes roll back slightly, and watched her swallowing with difficulty.

After several streams of energy were pumped into her cavity, the force finally subsided, and Yue Qingge released her hand.

Mo Yuan suddenly raised her head, choked the moment she tried to pull away, and couldn't hold it in any longer: "Cough cough cough--"

Her eyes were filled with physiological tears, and her lips were slightly swollen from being stretched for so long.

But she still obediently swallowed all the spiritual liquid that Yue Qingge had given her.

Not a single drop was spilled.

Then she felt Yue Qingge's undisguised gaze, which revealed every subtle detail of her expression.

She knew she could no longer pretend not to know. Mo Yuan raised her head and met Yue Qingge's gaze.

Chapter 165 Please, Sister Mo, have some self-respect

Yue Qingge had just woken up, his eyes half-open and half-closed. Just as he was about to speak, Mo Yuan gently patted his body with a calm that commanded respect.

"Your Highness only needs to lie down, and I will take care of everything automatically." As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned over to him.

Her figure drew an arc in the air, and before Yue Qingge could even react, she was already suppressed beneath her.

Her legs were spread apart, her knees landing firmly on either side of him, securing him firmly to the soft couch.

Yue Qingge looked up at her, her usually cold and indifferent eyes now seeming to have finally found an outlet for a long-burning desire.

The way she looked at him was like that of a hunter who had been plotting for a long time, finally cornering his prey—a look that held both unwavering confidence and a hint of cautious delight. Qingge smiled gently, and he had no intention of resisting, his fingers lightly touching her leather coat.

The zipper slid open silently, drawn by his soul power.

The leather jacket was ripped open in the middle, revealing a breathtaking view behind the door.

The black leather slowly slid down her snow-white skin, first revealing her slightly protruding collarbone, like a butterfly folding its wings, and then, a steaming snow rabbit appeared before his eyes. Mo Yuan's snow-white skin was not ordinary white, but a warm white with a pinkish hue, nurtured day and night by the flames within her body.

The heat emanating from within rose up, forming a visible mist around her body, making her look like a fairy who had just emerged from a hot spring, hazy and alluring.

The most striking feature was the two enormous snow rabbits in front of her.

The perfect teardrop shape is not an abrupt outward expansion, but rather an elegant downward droop followed by an upward curve, like two drops of honey frozen in the air.

The creamy, smooth texture rose and fell gently with her breath in the steam. Yue Qingge decisively reached out, her fingers spread, and launched a steady attack.

The first sensation was heat; the instant my palm touched that soft, smooth surface, a scorching heat spread up my body.

The second sensation was softness; my five fingers sank into that soft, smooth flesh without any resistance, only boundless embrace and submission.

The fingertips were enveloped in soft flesh, each finger finding its own place, sinking in deeply or shallowly, unwilling to come out.

Moreover, the constant heat emanating from her body made her face slightly flushed. The fine beads of sweat, before they could even seep from her pores, vaporized directly at the temperature of her skin, turning into wisps of faint white mist. However, she didn't have any unpleasant odor, only a slightly intoxicating heat that made one's heart race, and every breath was hot and fragrant.

Mo Yuan looked down at the wicked hand. Instead of dodging it, she reached out from below and supported her two heavy snow rabbits, lifting them up a bit.

She was showing Yue Qingge a treasure she was proud of, then she leaned forward and pressed her two warm, soft mounds against Yue Qingge's face.

"Please circle carefully, Your Highness."

Her voice rose and fell, with a slight tremor at the end. At the same time, she reached out and pushed Yue Qingge down completely, making him lie flat against the soft couch.

She straddled it, adjusting the angle of her waist and hips, her full, thick lips pressed perfectly against Yue Qingge's erect farm implement, fitting together seamlessly.

During the pushing and adjusting, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Mo Yuan squeezed the farm tool hard through the gap of her plump lips, like a greedy little mouth, impatiently shoving half of the hot, cylindrical object inside.

The soft flesh around the plump lips was stretched open and closed, sucking with each contraction and relaxation, making a soft "gurgling" sound.

Her big drum began to shake rhythmically.

The movements—forward, backward, forward, backward—are small, yet just enough to allow the thick lips and farm tools to complete a perfect friction.

Each friction was accompanied by a glistening drop of water, warm dew seeping from the spring, slowly trickling down the farm implement in a glistening thread. Yue Qingge's farm implement swelled even more, its veins bulging and its blood surging. Meanwhile, Mo Yuan bent down, letting the two snow-white droplets fall heavily onto his face, completely obscuring his vision.

Yue Qingge's eyes were smiling, and her voice sounded a little muffled because Xue Tu had blocked her way: "Why is Sister Mo in such a hurry now?"

Although he said this, his fingers were constantly weighing her weight. She was really heavy, and each hand could not hold her up; her weight was about to overflow from between his fingers.

Mo Yuan didn't speak; she looked down at him.

The plump lips became glossy from the caress, and the petals, moistened by the morning dew, had every fold smoothed out.

A touch of red fragrance emerges from the depths of that spring, like a sliver of a flower bud just beginning to bloom, ready to release its sweetness at the slightest touch.

"Your Highness's arms are too long."

She finally spoke, her voice low: "Ever since I started following His Highness, I knew that sooner or later I would be completely taken advantage of."

She paused, and then gentle ripples spread across her usually aloof eyes.

"But who says I can't eat His Highness first?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she glanced at Yue Qingge's farm tools, reached down with both hands, and used her fingertips to pry open her thick, fleshy lips, making the slit wider to reveal the moist, slightly pulsating tender flesh inside.

Then, under Yue Qingge's slightly shocked gaze, he sat down directly. "Hmm... Your Highness... It's so big."

Her voice was strained and distorted, "It's alright, watch how forgiving Your Highness is... With one shot to the end, the membrane was torn apart, and Mo Yuan's brows only furrowed slightly."

There was no cry of pain, no retreat, not even a superfluous expression. Only the two faint lines between her brows appeared briefly and then quickly disappeared. Her body was already ripe; the emotions and desires accumulated over the years were like a jar of fine wine buried underground for too long. The seal had loosened, and the aroma of the wine was seeping out from the cracks, just waiting for Yue Qingge to break the seal.

In addition, since she herself possesses a fire-attribute martial soul, her body temperature has always been higher than that of ordinary people. That burning desire flows through her meridians day and night, with nowhere to be released, and can only accumulate little by little.

At this moment, we finally found the exit.

The pent-up emotions, suppressed for so long, burst forth like a flood, engulfing her entirely.

Yue Qingge couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead, her fingertips gently wiping away the fine beads of sweat that had seeped out due to the pain.

"Sister Mo is really something,"

His voice was filled with heartache, "Don't you know how to proceed step by step? I'm not going to run away."

Mo Yuan sat on it, and it took her a while to come to her senses.

She looked down at him, her eyes reflecting his face, and her lips moved slightly. "This is how Your Highness will remember me."

She took a deep breath, and her slender waist began to sway gently. "Please enjoy... my service, Your Highness."

Chapter 166 The Snow Rabbit That Has Been Trapped

After saying that, she started swaying on her own. However, she was still a bit flustered because she wasn't very skilled at it.