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

The pre-ejaculate was overflowing from the top, wetting her tiger's mouth and making her even more slippery.

Liu Erlong lowered her eyes and grasped him, tentatively moving him slowly from top to bottom.

As she brushed against the ravines and sharp edges, her fingernails occasionally grazed the most sensitive crown edge, causing the farm tools to tremble gently in her palm.

She raised her eyes, cautiously glancing at Yue Qingge out of the corner of her eye: "Qingge... is that so?"

The woman who used to be the undisputed leader and had a fiery temper in the academy now had a gentle and cautious look in her eyes.

All her anger and pride vanished after that one word, "Mom," replaced by a tenderness that even she herself found unfamiliar.

Yue Qingge lowered her head, met her gaze, and smiled slightly: "Mom is very talented."

Liu Erlong gave a soft hum, lowered his head, and his ears were so red they were almost bleeding.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge reached out and patted her on the back.

"Mom, let's change positions."

His voice was a little hoarse but carried an undeniable authority: "This isn't very comfortable."

As soon as he finished speaking, he placed his hand under Liu Erlong's armpit, his fingers tightening.

Just the right amount of force lifted her up slightly.

"Mom, don't resist me." His voice came down from above, his warm breath brushing against her hair.

"Lean forward and slowly lie down."

Liu Erlong bit her lip and leaned down following his force.

With her hands on the ground, her waist slumped down, and her cheeks involuntarily perked up.

She suddenly froze halfway through—in this position...

Why does it look like a puppy?

The word suddenly popped into her mind, and she swayed her slender waist: she wanted to change her position.

The drum swayed unconsciously from side to side, but was firmly held down by Yue Qingge's palm.

"Qingge..." her voice was muffled and flustered, "Should we change positions? This isn't... um... not good."

As a teacher and an elder, she was at a loss for words at that moment.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to salvage what little dignity she had left.

Ke Yueqingge's hand, which was pressed against her body, remained completely still.

She took a deep breath and resignedly lay down.

Similarly, Yue Qingge reached out and climbed onto those plump snow rabbits.

She instinctively wanted to escape, her body trembling forward.

But Yue Qingge pressed down on her proud head with her other hand, pinning her firmly to the spot.

She was unable to move and could only let her fingers sink into that soft mass.

The snow rabbit changed shape in his palm, its smooth, white flesh oozing out from between his fingers and trembling gently with the rhythm of his kneading.

The cherry blossoms, with their pointed tips, quietly raised their heads in his palm, scraping against his hand like two ripe red beans waiting to be picked.

"Qing...Qingge..." Liu Erlong's voice was broken and trembling with suppressed emotion, "Don't touch me...please? It feels so strange..."

She could feel her body betraying her will.

Deep within that fiery dragon cave, some kind of warm liquid was being secreted uncontrollably, trickling out little by little, slowly sliding down the inside of the shin.

"No, that won't do." Yue Qingge's voice carried a hint of amusement as she gently pinched the sensitive tip of her finger.

"This will help Mom become stronger faster."

He paused, his fingers threading through her loose hair, his fingertips rubbing against her delicate scalp, sending a tingling shiver down his spine.

"Why won't Mom use the power of the Abyss Maw and the Snow Rabbit God?"

His voice was low, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

"Mom's little hands are soft, but... they're still not as good as the two of them."

Yue Qingge leaned down to observe her facial expression.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were tinged with a thin layer of red, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something.

Right now.

Yue Qingge instantly raised the farm tool and crashed straight into it.

The menacing farm tool pierced straight at her, passing right past her slightly parted teeth.

They wandered into that warm, deep abyss.

A slight tremor ran through Liu Erlong's throat.

A strong, foreign sensation surged up from deep in her throat, choking her until her eyes reddened. She instinctively waved her hands in front of him, trying to push him away.

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But the aura that wafted towards her, his own, enveloped her completely.

The smell wasn't unpleasant; in fact, it carried a kind of deadly allure.

It carried a unique aura that belonged only to him.

Her consciousness began to fade.

The strength in her hands waned, and her resistance turned into a weak, limp drape on either side of him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yue Qingge went a step further, the farm tools filling every inch of her warm cavity.

"Ugh... Ugh... Time to eat..."

A muffled sound squeezed out from deep in his throat, accompanied by the gurgling of water.

Unmoved, Yue Qingge slowly withdrew a little, then slowly and resolutely plunged forward.

Liu Erlong's mouth was so open from being so long that she couldn't close it. Crystalline liquid overflowed from the corner of her lips, sliding down the curve of her chin and dripping onto her snow rabbit.

Deep within the abyss's gaping maw, spiritual liquid was continuously secreted, increasing in volume until it overflowed from the corners of the lips.

It falls onto the brocade below, spreading out layer upon layer of wet waves.

Each time Yue Qingge entered, she brought out her exquisite, mature femininity.

Her cheeks were stretched out of shape.

Her dimples deepened, and her soft slits passively wrapped around his shaft, sucking silently.

She inhaled that sharp, coronal ridge little by little, drawing it to the deepest part of her throat.

"How are you, Mom?"

The only response he received was Liu Erlong's slightly raised eyelids.

Those once sharp eyes were now filled with tears, and the whites of their eyes were rolled up, revealing the whites of their pupils.

That touch of charm surpasses all the scenery in the world.

Time slowly passed amidst the sticky sound of water.

Yue Qingge felt the muscles in her throat begin to spasm uncontrollably.

It contracts in waves, urging us on silently.

He finally took pity on her and removed the farm implement from her mouth.

"Bo-"

A crisp, light sound exploded between the two, and the enchanting echo lingered in the quiet room for a long time.

The gleaming farm tools were covered in spiritual liquid, reflecting an ambiguous and alluring light.

Liu Erlong's lips twitched slightly, and a trace of silvery saliva clung to the corners of her swollen lips.

Instead of wiping it with her hands, she reached out and touched the sensitive coronal ridge again.

Gently wrap it in your softest palm.

Wrapped in the scalding hot farm tool, and covered in spiritual liquid, it spun around and around.

The soft flesh brushed against that most sensitive crevice, each touch precise and gentle.

Yue Qingge's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He no longer held back, his tone blatantly mocking:

"Mom, catch this... Remember to absorb it carefully."

The moment the words left his mouth, the farm tool trembled violently and gushed out in a spasm.

She watched as the white arcs streaked across the air and landed on her face.

The warm liquid splashed onto her brow bone and even stuck to her eyelashes.

She closed her eyes, and thick, white nectar slowly slid down her delicate facial contours.

It left winding marks on her fair skin.

When he finally stopped gushing, Liu Erlong suddenly opened his eyes.

Instantly reverting to her original appearance, she changed into clean clothes and carefully used her soul power to protect the sticky liquid from her face.

She didn't wipe it away; she remembered his words.

"Absorb it carefully."

Her figure darted out of Yue Qingge's room window.

It left only a fleeting afterimage in the air.

"Mother Liu is quite shy."

Yue Qingge looked in the direction she disappeared, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The speed she unleashed this time was faster than ever before.

Just as her figure was about to completely disappear into the night, a loud, angry voice drifted from afar.

"Don't tell anyone! Or... or I'll hit you!"

The threatening tone carried a hint of coquettishness and panic, sounding more like flirting.

Yue Qingge smiled and shook her head.

"Younger brother." The Snow Emperor's voice echoed softly from within her sea of ​​consciousness, tinged with a helpless smile.

"Go take a shower, I'll take care of things here."

"think.

Silent all night.

Little did they know, in a pavilion at the other end of the academy, Bibi Dong slowly withdrew her extended senses, a slight smile curving her lips.

She sighed softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"This little guy... he just arrived and already took down that guy from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan."

She paused, a meaningful glint flashing in her eyes.

"Tomorrow... I need to put him down a bit."

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Liu Erlong resumed her usual decisive and efficient manner.

Her loose-fitting clothes completely concealed her curvaceous figure, and her long hair was tied up high, revealing her slender neck.

She stood by the track, arms crossed, her eyes filled with cold authority.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe that the object that landed below Yue Qingge last night...

Is the woman who caught the white liquid on her face the same person as the cold-faced teacher in front of me?

"Speed ​​up!"

Liu Erlong's voice, carrying the vibrations of fire-attribute soul power, exploded across the playground.