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

Those two fair and full mounds changed shape in his palm, sometimes gathering together, sometimes spreading out, sometimes squeezing into an alluring shape, like clouds and mist, letting him do as he pleased.

With each kneading, Ah Yin's breathing became more erratic, and the low nasal sounds scratched at his heart like cat claws.

But soon, his center of gravity shifted downwards.

The farm tools, which had been ready to be used, were pressed down slightly by Ah Yin's full drum, with only the front end showing.

Yue Qingge took a deep breath and suddenly lifted herself up.

Affected by inertia, Ah Yin's body suddenly leaned forward. With a cry of "Ah-ah," she instinctively braced her hands on the table, her fingers spread wide, gripping the edge of the coffee table tightly.

Her long, black hair cascaded down, covering half of her face, revealing only a reddened ear and slightly parted cherry lips.

What a scene this is!

The plump, full moon is raised high, round and full, white as jade. Between the two petals, the two plump lips are tightly closed, just enough to cover the spring in the secluded valley, not revealing a trace of the landscape. Only the shimmering water can be vaguely seen in the gap, seemingly there but not there.

Yue Qingge reluctantly withdrew his large hand from the mountainside. He raised his palm, and suddenly...

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, the palm landed on her full moon.

The softness beneath his palm sent ripples of pleasure through her, one wave after another, and a faint pink hue appeared on her fair, snow-white skin.

At this moment, Ah Yin's five senses were amplified infinitely. She could clearly feel the burning gaze behind her, moving around as if it were a tangible thing.

From the shoulder blade to the lower back, from the lower back to the full moon, one inch at a time.

Finally, it froze on that most shameful spot.

The spring seemed to possess a spirit; it contracted slightly under his gaze, and then the spring water gushed out.

Sticky morning dew seeped from the spring, gradually wetting the two plump lips.

Under the dim light, the dewdrops reflected a shimmering light, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Baby...don't...don't look..." Ah Yin bit her lip, her voice barely audible, trembling slightly, "This position...is so shameful..."

She thought this to herself, but unconsciously said it aloud again.

But her body swayed slightly, her full breasts bobbing gently, as if both dodging and welcoming, causing her two plump lips to open and close slightly, like a silent invitation.

She was waiting, waiting for that person to go in.

By then, there's no need to think about it anymore.

Yue Qingge spoke softly, her mischievous laughter ringing out clearly in the quiet room.

"It seems Mom... is ready." He said slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingertips reached down.

His fingers came to the vicinity of the plump lips, his index and middle fingers joined together, and he gently hooked the tips of his fingers.

He dabbed the sticky spiritual liquid from the spring onto his fingertips.

The liquid was warm and slippery; when drawn into a thin silver thread, it shimmered under the light.

The cool silver liquid, mixed with the lingering warmth of Yue Qingge's fingertips, slowly moved upwards along A Yin's slender waist, which was so delicate it could be grasped with one hand.

His fingertips landed precisely on the hollow of his waist.

That's where the waist is at its thinnest; you can feel the ribs with a gentle press.

Then carefully spread it out.

A tingling sensation shot up the spine to the brain, like a serpent winding its way up, igniting countless nerve endings along the way.

A tiny bit of silver uncontrollably spilled from Ah Yin's lips: "Hmm..."

The sound was short and lingering, like a sigh or a cry.

At the same time, the full-bodied drum began to shake on its own, and the overflowing morning dew slid down from the spring, meandering down the inner side.

With a "plop," it dripped onto Yue Qingge's bare instep.

Yue Qingge glanced down, and the smile on her lips deepened.

His eyes were completely filled with Ah Yin's drums, leaving no room for anything else.

Those perfectly rounded curves, that delicate skin, those slightly trembling buttocks... everything was breathtakingly beautiful.

He stopped teasing and, with a soft moan, began to move.

"Mom, I'm here."

Ah Yin propped herself up on her arms, her beautiful eyes half-closed, her gaze filled with a misty, dreamy quality.

She didn't speak, but simply shook the snow pile slightly—that was the best answer.

Yue Qingge cupped her hands around those two perfect, soft mounds of flesh, her ten fingers sinking into them, and gently pulled them apart.

The plump lips moved silently and automatically.

Guided by his fingers, her two plump labia slowly parted, like a flower blooming in the morning light.

With each opening and closing, the beautiful, pinkish-blue-silver cave inside is revealed.

The outermost layer is layer upon layer of fair, snow-white skin, as delicate as a freshly peeled egg.

Further inside, there are layers upon layers of pinkish-white folds, blooming like a thousand flowers, each layer as thin as a cicada's wing and glistening with moisture.

The folds are arranged closely together, one after another, like some kind of exquisite fabric, or like coral on the seabed.

Even after he had worked on it several times, the entrance was still extremely narrow, barely able to accommodate a single finger.

Those delicate pink jade walls clung tightly together, as if no one had ever visited them.

It is simply a flawless natural treasure.

Ah Yin felt the long and meticulous gaze from behind, feeling her secrets being unfolded and examined inch by inch.

Her lips pursed slightly, her voice tinged with grievance and urging: "Baby... hurry up... if you keep going like this... Mommy will get angry..."

Her situation is rather unique.

She used to feel no shame in this regard, or rather, she was indifferent to those human emotions.

But ever since I spent so much time with Yue Qingge, day by day, month by month, I gradually filled in those missing emotions.

Now, she is filled with shame.

Despite being treated this way by her own baby, she simply opened the spring, making the inside even more empty.

The feeling of being watched but unable to get what you want is more agonizing than any direct action.

Hearing her mother's urging, Yue Qingge smiled.

As the "most filial son in the world," how could he possibly disobey?

He gripped the full, rounded breast with one hand, his fingers sinking deep into the soft, tender duck meat, while the other hand held the already scorching hot farm tool. He aimed the crown-shaped tip at the spring and slowly pushed it in.

The layers of restrictions at the initial stage completely enveloped the crown.

Those delicate pink folds seemed to come alive, surging in from all directions and clinging to it tenderly.

Tight and incredibly pleasurable.

Even if they haven't been crushed by the deep flesh yet, this is only the first hurdle.

Yue Qingge felt her mind go blank, and a low groan escaped from her throat.

Ah Yin suddenly tilted her head back, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Her slender waist arched, and her ten fingers gripped the edge of the coffee table tightly.

A soft, melodious murmur echoed within the barrier.

Her voice was tender and lingering, like a sob or a lament, with a slight upward rise at the end, carrying expectation and a hint of trembling that was hard to describe.

Chapter 114 Please Auto

But the road ahead will never stop because of fleeting pleasure.

Yue Qingge's ten fingers sank deeply into the soft, plump full moon, tightly enveloped by the smooth, elastic flesh on both sides.

He took a deep breath, and the movements of his body gradually increased, from slow to fast, from shallow to deep, patting gently and slowly, until they gradually became surging.

The moment the coronal plexus broke through the first line of defense, it pressed against the layers of tender flesh inside, slowly scraping them apart to the sides.

Those delicate pink folds were forced apart, yet they lingered on reluctantly.

He enjoyed the warm, moist embrace of the cavity.

It felt as if one's entire soul was being gently held in those small mouths.

Under Yue Qingge's onslaught, Ah Yin's body trembled uncontrollably, her beautiful voice continuously singing intermittent notes.

"Ah...ha~"

Each note was more melodious than the last, each wave higher than the last.

When the final note rises, it's like the warbling of a nightingale on a spring branch; when it falls, it's like the murmuring of a deep, flowing stream. It echoes and lingers within this barrier, making people's hearts itch.

"Don't be so forceful~" Ah Yin breathed heavily, her voice a mix of reproach and shyness.

The snow rabbit, falling due to gravity, swayed in the air with Yue Qingge's attacks. Its two white mounds drew several gentle arcs in the air, their breasts rippling, dazzling the eyes.

But Yue Qingge remained unmoved.

Or more accurately, he was forced to be tough by that tight control.

The farm tools were digging deep into the soil, while the two plump, flower-like lips on the outside held him tightly, fitting him perfectly in every inch.

With each in and out, there was a gurgling sound of water, crisp yet sticky, which was particularly clear in the room, making people blush and feel restless.

"There's nothing I can do," Yue Qingge's voice carried a hint of helplessness and frustration, "Mom bites too hard... If I don't use force, I can't get it in."

He was telling the truth.

The layers of alluring flesh seemed alive, encountering fierce resistance with every thrust, as if saying "no".

Yet, when things really got serious, she became passionately clingy. This coy attitude only fueled his desire to pursue her even more.

The farm tools sank into the constantly writhing jade wall, grinding inch by inch over those delicate folds, penetrating deeper and deeper.

He could even feel the sensation of those tender flesh being stretched open and smoothed beneath him.

Fine, tight, and incredibly elastic.

He stirred inside from time to time, drawing circles, going in and out, allowing his mother's blue-silver cave to slowly adapt to his shape and size.

But the slight itch kept bothering Ah Yin.

It felt like millions of ants were crawling inside my body, or like countless feathers were brushing against the tip of my heart.

Her body trembled violently, her legs went weak, but her slender waist involuntarily moved to meet her.

She could clearly feel herself being stretched and filled.

Every thrust sent shivers down her spine, and every withdrawal made her want to cry.

Yue Qingge looked down at his masterpiece. Her plump, flower-like lips were stretched into a rounded arc, tightly gripping him, glistening with moisture with each thrust. He felt a surge of excitement, his blood rushing through his veins, yet he forced himself to slow down.

As he slowly widened the narrow path, and the delicate folds of her skin gradually adapted to his presence, no longer feeling so tight and painful, a faint smile appeared on Ah Yin's face, her eyes curving slightly like crescent moons falling into spring water.

Yue Qingge leaned down and whispered in A Yin's ear. His breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe, sending a soft shiver down her spine.

His lips were almost touching her earlobe, his voice full of tenderness.

"Mom...would you like to play a heavy-hitting game?"

His mischievous eyes burned with undisguised malice.

Fishing nets.

Ah Yin saw her own reflection in Yue Qingge's pupils.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was like a peach blossom, and her eyes and brows were full of spring.

She nodded slowly, her pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip, as if she had mustered all her courage.

"Mmm~ Ha..." Her voice gradually softened, making one's heart flutter. "I...I'll do whatever you say, baby...Can you...hurry up...?"

Her voice grew softer and softer, until the last note was just a muffled murmur.

But her body language indicated that she approved of him.