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

It was just a simple up-and-down motion, with an unstable rhythm and varying amplitude, and it couldn't allow the farm tools to rub against her jade disc completely.

But she learned very quickly, especially the two teardrop-shaped snow rabbits in front of her, which swayed wildly as her body rose and fell as if they had abandoned gravity.

It was dazzlingly white and breathtakingly soft, drawing a mesmerizing arc in the air with each flip.

As Yue Qingge carefully examined and manipulated the wood, she suddenly noticed a problem. The dogwood in Mo Yuan's hair was sunken.

A look of confusion appeared in his eyes. Why had he only noticed such a crucial feature now?

However, once one's gaze fell upon the two enormous human hearts in front of her, everything became clear.

The greater the quality, the greater the attraction.

Sure enough, his gaze was drawn to those two snow-white mounds the whole time, and he couldn't care less about anything else.

Yue Qingge's fingers gently circled around the sunken nipple. "Sister Mo, bend down and place the snow rabbit on my face so I can support it for you."

As he spoke, he slipped his large hand through her slender waist and slapped her full breasts twice.

For Mo Yuan, Yue Qingge's orders were paramount. His instructions naturally took precedence.

She leaned forward again, pressing her entire weight onto his face. His two heavy breasts covered her, and because of the bending of her body, the angle at their point of contact changed.

Yue Qingge's farm tools still stood tall, but a subtle angle appeared between Mo Yuan's spring and the farm tools.

It was no longer a straight up-and-down penetration, but rather a slanted, scraping motion as it rushed in, a completely different feeling from simply sitting down.

The scalding hot farm tool precisely opened every tightly locked door inside Mo Yuan's body. It was no longer a monotonous in-and-out motion, but rather scraped against the front wall with each thrust and crushed the back wall with each withdrawal, stretching open and filling those never-before-touched folds inch by inch.

Mo Yuan couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "Ah...ah—"

The sound escaped from her barely suppressed lips, muffled, yet alluring precisely because of this restraint.

Her eyes lowered, blurry, and she saw Yue Qingge's brows furrowed slightly, her lips parted, her breathing heavy and rapid, and her reflection in her smiling pupils.

This was as if a new door had been opened for her.

No longer simply rising and falling, but beginning to control its fertile land, rubbing against itself from left to right.

She lifted the moss drum, allowing the farm implements to slowly withdraw from her body until the crown was just positioned at the exit.

That most sensitive cleavage was tightly gripped by her plump lips, held between her small mouth and his, unable to advance or retreat.

Then she slammed down. "Thud!"

The full-bodied drum made intimate contact with his little brother, striking out with a crisp sound.

The plump, snowy flesh was slammed open, creating waves of white flesh.

Yue Qingge's eyes began to light up as he grabbed the two large snow rabbits and completely covered the pink halo around them.

It was just too big. Even when he opened his mouth wide, he could only take in a small part of it, and his whole face was buried inside, like a greedy child.

With a "whoosh".

Yue Qingge kissed that fair, snowy flesh until it blushed, and it was covered with his kiss marks and teeth marks.

However, the sunken dogwood was still not sucked out.

He looked up at Mo Yuan, who was dancing gracefully, and couldn't help but tease her, "Sister Mo, why is your body different from others?" As he spoke, he lowered his head and "licked" a kiss on the blush, his tongue circling the indentation, swallowing the fine beads of sweat and her fragrance together.

That strange, tingling sensation spread from Zhu Yu like an electric current, instantly reaching every part of Mo Yuan's body.

She trembled, her slender waist swayed uncontrollably, and the already surging waves within her were pushed even higher by this movement.

The face that had been tense all along turned completely red.

Layer upon layer of red stars spread out, dyeing her entire body into a blooming red lotus.

"Your Highness...don't you like it?"

Her voice trembled; she was afraid that Yue Qingge would push her away over such trivial matters.

This thought instantly pierced her mind, which was blinded by desire.

She quickly lifted her soft hand, which had been supporting Yue Qingge, and moved it to her own snow rabbit, anxiously squeezing and pulling at the sunken area, trying to get the shy rabbit head out.

How could Yue Qingge dislike it? Seeing her anxious appearance, he immediately reached out to protect her snow rabbit, like a little animal guarding its food, and gently slapped her hand away.

"How could I possibly dislike Sister Mo?"

His voice carried a hint of amusement, "Sister Mo like this... is even more seductive, isn't she?" After slapping her hand away, he quickly buried himself back into that gentle abyss. He sucked hard on that indentation, his lips tightening into a small circle, drawing the entire skin of that depression into his mouth, pressing and rotating his tongue at the deepest point.

Her fingers were still pinching and squeezing the surrounding soft, white flesh, converging from all sides towards the center, pushing the shy dogwood outwards.

We used every method available.

With a final "pop," the pink rabbit head popped out.

The dogwood berries were already bright red and swollen from prolonged absorption. Their surface glistened with moisture, appearing even more vibrant and alluring under the lamplight. They trembled slightly in the air, like a shy flower bud finally unfurling its softest petals.

The moment it burst forth, Mo Yuan reached her limit. As Yue Qingge focused on savoring it, each rise and fall of those two snow rabbits was essentially a critical hit.

Their weight was transformed into impact force with each fall, and that heavy weight hit Yue Qingge's face, yet it became gentle because of her soft, tender flesh.

Her body had long since reached its limit, and those mature folds that had been blocked for decades were cleared and healed by Yue Qingge time and time again.

The dried-up riverbed finally welcomed the spring flood, filling every crack and soaking every dry spot.

In addition, her pent-up desire, which had been suppressed for decades, found all the outlets at this moment and poured out at the same time.

Her jade-like body was burning red-hot, radiating astonishing heat from within. That heat traveled along the point where the two were connected to Yue Qingge's body. Immediately afterwards, the secreted fiery red spiritual fluid gushed out like a tidal wave, all of it pouring onto Yue Qingge's glans.

The spiritual liquid surged against his most sensitive areas, causing him to tremble and his breathing to become rapid.

He could no longer hold back and surrendered inside Mo Yuan's body.

White breath sprayed out, one stream, two streams, surging into the deepest soil within her body.

Chapter 167 An Absurd Relationship

The support created a slight bulge on Mo Yuan's flat stomach. Mo Yuan, panting heavily, went limp like a puddle of spring water, falling off Yue Qingge onto the soft couch, lying on her side like a cat with one leg.

She curled up in the brocade, enjoying the lingering warmth after the tide had receded. Her eyelashes trembled, her eyes were flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and each breath she took carried a trembling sound of satisfaction.

Those thick, fleshy lips were stretched to their limit and couldn't be closed for a while.

It trembled as it released its viscous flower dew, a white-and-red honey-like substance, which seeped out little by little from the gap of its plump lips, dripping onto the brocade and leaving a small, damp stain.

Yue Qingge, however, acted as if nothing had happened, clapped her hands, and stood up from the soft couch.

The farm tools came back to life, standing tall and proud, pulsating slightly in the air.

He walked step by step towards Mo Yuan, "Sister Mo,"

He looked down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, "It's my turn."

Mo Yuan was experiencing this for the first time, and her body still felt a bit soft and sore. But she was naturally charming and mature, with a kind of resilience honed by years and experiences. Although her body was tired, her heart was occupied by the sweet taste of that delightful experience, and her eyes were shimmering and unfathomable.

Without hesitation, she lay down and adjusted herself into a comfortable position, then turned her head slightly to look at Yue Qingge:

"Your Highness, please punish Mo Yuan for her independent actions."

Having said that, under Yue Qingge's gaze, she turned around consciously. She slammed her head to the ground, her forehead resting on the soft couch, her hands clasped together beneath her forehead, curving in a breathtaking arc. Then she knelt before him.

The enormous snow rabbit was gently caught on the soft couch, overflowing from both sides. The plump breasts were raised high, hanging like a full moon in the light of the two lanterns.

Looking down from Yue Qingge's angle, an alluring gourd-shaped silhouette appeared before his eyes.

In front is a huge snow rabbit, and below it is a slender waist.

There, he felt he could grasp it with one hand, and further down, the arc suddenly widened.

The plains rise up to form mountains, and the smooth curve suddenly rises at the lower part of the mountain, then slowly tapers back at the top, creating a full and rounded shape that is hard to look away from.

Yue Qingge swallowed hard and walked towards her step by step. Yue Qingge crouched down beside Mo Yuan's face, looking down at her cold and cute face. At this moment, a hazy mist filled the air, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pupils were covered with a layer of water mist, reflecting the dim yellow light above her head.

He gently brushed the back of his fingers against her cheekbone, feeling the burning heat beneath her snow-white skin, and suddenly smiled: "Sister Mo Yuan would also be very suitable to be a mother."

Mo Yuan was beyond saving at this point. The buzzing sound echoed with the shameful lewdness she had just experienced, washing away her remaining rationality.

She didn't hear what Yue Qingge said, but it didn't matter. As long as it was His Highness who said it, she only needed to nod in agreement.

She murmured an "Mmm," and the instant that soft hum fell, the system's impatient voice suddenly exploded in Yue Qingge's mind.

[A person of mother age was detected]

Name: Mo Yuan

[Soul Power: Level 96 Title Douluo]

[Development: Spirit Field once, Abyss Sandalwood Mouth once, Jade Hands and Feet None, Snow Rabbit None, Flowers None]

[Size: 42D]

【Characteristics: Exquisite as jade, naked and passionate, like spring water in a jade pot, warm and tender.】

[Comment: A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, but this person only preys on those closest to them.]

[A filial piety task is issued: Help your new mother complete the final climb in a way she has never done before.]

After reading the entire evaluation, the system paused abruptly with a stiff tone, then quickly fell silent and disappeared completely.

Yue Qingge glanced at the panel, his lips twitched, and he casually turned it off. He lowered his head and covered Mo Yuan's burning cheek, gently stroking her lips with his thumb, and called out again, "Mom."

This sound was clearer than before, startling Mo Yuan awake from the deep mud pit.

Those hazy eyes instantly cleared a bit, the pupils dilated slightly, and the eyelashes trembled violently a few times.

She heard it clearly, every single word, which made her look embarrassed.

It wasn't just ordinary shyness, but a deeper sense of unease. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her lips moved several times before she managed to squeeze out a sound:

"Your Highness, please have some self-respect..."

Her voice trembled, "We can't do this. And... I simply can't be His Highness's Wrath of the Stars, His Highness's Shadow Guard, and His Highness's Mother all at the same time."

She spoke very seriously, even with a hint of pleading.

Those usually aloof eyes were now glistening with tears as they looked at him. Yue Qingge felt that what she said made a lot of sense, but the order could be changed. "This is an order."

Four words, spoken lightly, yet they struck Mo Yuan's heart like a heavy hammer. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her throat blocked by something, unable to utter a single word.

Yue Qingge's gaze fell on her face, cutting away all her words of rejection.

Finally, she met his gaze and slowly nodded her forehead. As she spoke, Yue Qingge had already come to her side, looked at Mo Yuan who had collapsed weakly on the soft couch, reached out and gently patted her slightly parted clitoris.

It made a crisp, ambiguous sound with a "snap".

The moment my fingertips touched that soft, damp patch, a gentle press was enough to hear a series of gurgling sounds as water seeped out from between the gaps.

Immediately afterwards, white spiritual liquid slowly flowed out from the pink spring, running down the curve of the plump lips and leaving a small, distinct mark on the brocade.

At the same time, the music that Mo Yuan played for him began to float up. The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, elegant yet full of viscous silver, each pluck producing a long trailing note.

Mo Yuan stared at him with an indulgent look, her eyes filled with shame, helplessness, and a sense of resignation.

It's as if it's saying, "Whatever, I'm yours anyway."

Unexpectedly, this gaze backfired, and a wicked smile appeared on Yue Qingge's face.

He pushed her large drum with his palm, gesturing for her to change her position, while urging her in a leisurely tone:

"Mom, what should you call me now?"

Mo Yuan propped herself up and lay on her side, a storm raging in her mind. "Your Highness calls me 'Mom'... Doesn't that mean I have to call Your Highness 'Child'?" This was a blow to all her beliefs. Her identity was that of someone sent by Bibi Dong to protect him; her duty was to guard; her existence was about obedience and execution.

But now, His Highness wants her to call him "child"? What is this? How many boundaries has this crossed?

Her mind was filled with these chaotic thoughts, which she found absurd and rebellious.

Chapter 168 Please punish me, Your Highness

Yue Qingge had already risen up, her slender, firm leg exposed. Her beautiful leg was like a pair of scissors being slowly opened; one leg was still on the soft couch, while the other was being pulled open at an extremely beautiful angle.

Under this pull, the plump lips slowly parted, revealing the tender flesh inside that was moving slightly, shyly showing a sliver of delicate core.

Yue Qingge went even further, placing the soft, slender leggings on her shoulders.

The farm implements had already landed on her spring, their tips gently resting on the damp entrance.

The tiny bell that had just begun to peek out was brushed against by his crown.

The moment they made contact, Mo Yuan's body felt as if it had been electrocuted, a slight tremor spreading from her groin to her limbs.

Yue Qingge pressed on relentlessly, asking, "What should Mom call me?" His hands were already down, ready to rub against the little fleshy ball that was holding its head high.

He pinched the shy pearl between two fingers, gently pulled it outward, exposing it completely from the protection of his plump lips, and then gave it a quick rub!