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

"Mom's snow rabbit is developing well, it can already fill my hand." Yue Qingge said, gently closing her five fingers, and soft, snowy flesh overflowed from between her fingers.

He deliberately squeezed and kneaded it a couple of times, his fingertips rubbing against the dogwood, feeling it gradually harden under his palm.

Qian Renxue's breathing suddenly became rapid. As her body rose and fell, the snow rabbit gently bounced in her hand, and the pink tip of its head became even more vibrant.

Before Qian Renxue could speak, Yue Qingge bent down, stretched out her tongue, and completely covered her delicate skin.

The moist nectar, enveloping the tongue, slowly swept across the dogwood grain, sometimes circling, sometimes lightly licking, sometimes sucking hard, making a soft "tsk tsk" sound.

"Hmm--"

A continuous tingling sensation exploded from her chest and spread throughout her limbs. Qian Renxue couldn't help but tilt her head back, and a soft moan escaped from deep within her throat.

A layer of moist pink had appeared on the snow rabbit that Yue Qingge had pinched. Her body involuntarily arched slightly, her slender waist swaying gently, as if she wanted to dodge or move forward.

Yue Qingge felt her trembling, and a smile curved her lips. She became even more restless, teasing the engorged and erect nipple with varying degrees of intensity.

Seeing his impatient look, Qian Renxue was both amused and annoyed. She reached out and pushed his forehead, saying, "Slow down... I'm not going to run away..."

Although it was meant to stop him, his tone was already as soft as spring water, with a faint upward inflection at the end of his sentence, showing no sign of resistance whatsoever.

Yue Qingge not only didn't stop, but became even more intense. Qian Renxue no longer hindered his "hunting," and consciously raised her hands above her head.

Chapter 131 Mine is huge, just bear with it.

Her holy and proud golden eyes were slightly lowered, a thin layer of mist swirling within them, as she watched Yue Qingge slowly wreak havoc on her flawless body.

His rough, large hands roamed over her soft, snowy breasts, sometimes gently kneading them, sometimes lightly stroking them with his fingernails, each movement sending a shiver down her spine.

She watched as her smooth, snow-white skin seeped through Yue Qingge's fingers and bounced back, like tofu being kneaded.

The scene was too embarrassing. She tried to look away, but her gaze was fixed on her and she couldn't look away.

Until Yue Qingge suddenly changed her attack.

With one snow rabbit in each hand, and using the index and middle fingers to pinch the two increasingly vibrant dogwood berries, gently lift them upwards.

The two pink nipples were pulled and slightly deformed. Qian Renxue hissed in pain, but then Yue Qingge stretched out her tongue and gently swept it across the blood-filled spot. She then stopped and began a series of punches that made Qian Renxue surrender.

"Ah!! You...please...I don't have any milkshake...why are you sucking so hard..."

Qian Renxue's thoughts were completely in chaos. A tingling sensation exploded on the snow rabbit, and she could no longer hold back, her soft moans growing louder and louder.

Her body trembled violently, her waist arching into an astonishing curve, so much so that even Yue Qingge, who was lying on top of her, felt a violent tremor.

At the same time, the inverted triangle at the crotch of her thighs had quietly soaked through her pure white panties.

The faint shadows and watermarks clung to the contours of her body, making the pure white skin exceptionally clear, and even revealing glimpses of the full and soft contours below.

Yue Qingge caught a glimpse of that scene out of the corner of his eye, and his breath hitched. He ignored the snow rabbit he was licking and instead lowered himself down to land near her "Angel's Cave".

Qian Renxue was immersed in the dazzling joy of the snow rabbit when she suddenly felt the weight on the snow rabbit disappear, and a confused question mark even appeared on her little head.

She glanced down and found his gaze fixed on the damp patch on the inside of her thigh.

Yue Qingge looked at the wet stain, her Adam's apple bobbing. She stretched out her fingers, hooked the edge of the garment, and slowly pulled it down.

Her pure white panties slid down her smooth, slender legs little by little. With each inch of snow-white skin revealed, Qian Renxue's eyelashes trembled. Her undergarments were completely removed, but he didn't throw them away directly; instead, he held them in mid-air, pinching them between his fingertips.

The damp patch of water was facing Qian Renxue. Yue Qingge's pupils sparkled as she looked at her, a mischievous smile on her lips, as if she was about to throw the piece of undergarment at Qian Renxue's face.

Qian Renxue seemed to instantly realize his intention. In her embarrassment and anger, she raised her delicate foot and kicked Yue Qingge twice. The force was not strong, but it was with a hint of anger: "Hmph, don't even think about doing something bad!"

Before she could even begin to "resist," Yue Qingge had already seized one of her delicate feet.

Her feet were slender and long, with delicate ankle bones. Yue Qingge's large hand held her ankle, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed slowly against the inside of her snowy skin.

Qian Renxue tried to pull it back for a long time, but couldn't.

This also caused her shin brace to hang in mid-air, her slender calves slightly tense from the effort.

She tried to close the shin, but every time she opened and closed, the angel cave trembled slightly.

Her two full wings opened and closed gently with her movements, her lips moving silently, inviting Yue Qingge to arrive.

Yue Qingge looked at her with a sly grin, and with lightning speed, she covered Qian Renxue's face with the piece of undergarment in her hand.

Qian Renxue was suddenly covered in a wet patch that carried her scent. She cried out in surprise and frantically tried to pull it off.

Ke Yueqingge's hand was faster, and she pressed down on her wrist first.

In the end, she could only let out a muffled "humph," crumpled her undergarment into a ball, and threw it hard at Yue Qingge, muttering, "This is filthy... You're not going to kiss me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a tingling sensation on her delicate feet. Yue Qingge's thumb was gently rubbing them when she suddenly realized something, her pupils dilated slightly, and she quickly tried to stop her: "Wait a minute... Ah!!" Before she could finish speaking, Yue Qingge had already grabbed her legs and pulled her in front of her.

In an instant, the shimmering Angel Cave was directly in front of Yue Qingge's face. Qian Renxue only needed to lower her eyes to see Yue Qingge's angular face, which was facing her most private area, and she could even feel his warm breath hitting her delicate snow-white skin.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist, completely blocking his escape route. She entangled herself around him, locking herself firmly in front of him.

Yue Qingge looked up at her, and the moment their eyes met, Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat.

Yue Qingge withdrew her gaze and stopped teasing her, focusing all her attention on those white and tender "steamed buns".

Qian Renxue's Angel Cave is a typical steamed bun shape, with two angel wings that are raised high, full and soft. Yue Qingge only needs to press lightly to sink into a soft place.

Her skin was so smooth and delicate, the fine texture of her fair skin clearly visible. The crevice in the middle was a pale pink, still carrying the innocence of a young girl. As Yue Qingge gently pried it open with two fingers, the soft, pink folds were fully revealed. Layers of alluring flesh tightly overlapped, moist and glistening inside, surrounded by a semi-circular membrane, like a natural plastic wrap, protecting the tenderness within. Just looking at it, one could imagine the exhilarating pleasure of being enveloped by it.

Qian Renxue couldn't help but hum, raising her legs in a symbolic expression of dissatisfaction.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge began to remove the restraints, and the swollen farm tools finally jumped out.

A single, clear drop of pre-ejaculate fluid oozed from the coronal fossa due to the engorgement of blood.

Qian Renxue glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, then immediately turned her head away.

Yue Qingge, holding the scorching farm tool, aimed it at the small steamed bun. The tip of his penis had only just sunk in halfway when he felt an indescribable sense of comfort.

She wasn't just soft; she was like a freshly steamed, fluffy bun, warm and elastic, easily enveloped by a gentle touch.

Qian Renxue's pure and proud face was filled with shame and embarrassment. She didn't dare to look at Yue Qingge at all and covered her face with her hands.

Yue Qingge didn't mind, she just gently rubbed against that spot, the tip of her penis scraping back and forth between her lips.

With each touch, Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly, as if a string of a musical instrument had been plucked.

He lowered his head with a slight smile: "Mom, mine is very big, please bear with it."

Qian Renxue struggled, her beautiful legs kicking weakly in the air twice. She covered her face tightly with her hands, her voice, a mixture of shame and anger, leaking through her fingers: "Don't say such shameful things... and... who's your mother...?"

"You said it yourself back then."

Chapter 132 The First Rose

Yue Qingge's waist tightened slightly, and the farm tool brushed against her lips again. "You won't admit it? Then I'll have to punish you properly."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yue Qingge mustered all her strength and, holding onto the farm tools, began to cultivate that fertile patch.

Those two full lips were tightly closed, guarding the last secret. However, Yue Qingge's tip slowly pushed them apart, and with each step forward, he could feel the alluring flesh from all directions rushing up and tightly binding him.

Finally, she broke through the outermost barrier and crashed into a barely perceptible barrier. Yue Qingge took a deep breath and delivered a powerful blow, completely shattering the barrier.

In that instant, Qian Renxue's body froze, her neck tilted back, and a short, suppressed groan escaped her throat.

The barrier transformed into wisps of blood, slowly seeping out and refining the tip of Yue Qingge's farm tool with enchantment.

It then meandered down from where the two were joined, dripping onto the brocade quilt beneath them, blooming into a small blood plum blossom.

Yue Qingge sensed her tension, paused, stepped back slightly, looked at the bloodstain, and then looked up at Qian Renxue, who was frowning.

"Does it hurt?"

Qian Renxue shook her head, but her brows were still slightly furrowed.

Her voice was somewhat unsteady: "I feel... my divine power is shielding me from the pain... leaving only pleasure..."

As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer.

Upon hearing this, Yue Qingge was initially surprised, but her surprise quickly turned into delight. Now she didn't have to worry about hurting her.

Without further hesitation, he charged forward once more.

Under the fierce attack, that layer of tender flesh began to slowly loosen.

The wrinkles were stretched and smoothed out inch by inch, and when the farm tools rolled over the folds, one could feel the tender flesh trembling and secreting abundant nectar.

The folds surged up from all directions, only to be pushed aside by Yue Qingge's impact.

"Ah—! No...stop...too...stop~"

Qian Renxue tilted her head back and arched her back, with tiny drops of saliva constantly spilling from her lips.

She could clearly feel that scorching presence, rampaging through her body, trying to penetrate her every time.

Moreover, the divine power within the Angel Cave was still operating automatically, a warm energy coiling around Yue Qingge's farming tools, slowly polishing them...

Yue Qingge let out a muffled groan, almost losing control.

Angel Cave was incredibly tight; every entry and exit was a struggle. He wanted to go deeper, but the folds resisted. That tingling, squeezing sensation spread from the top of the crown to the entire shaft, then exploded from the base, coursing through his limbs and bones.

He could only grit his teeth and struggle to move forward and backward, but it was still relatively dry.

He made up his mind, and his waist began to "cultivate" automatically, the farming tools cutting through the waves inside the Angel Cave.

His fingers groped downwards, touching the small, protruding fleshy bell.

She was hidden at the junction of her two wings, which were now swollen with blood, like a tiny red bean.

The moment Yue Qingge's fingertips touched him, Qian Renxue reacted as if he had been electrocuted, the bell twitching slightly beneath his fingertip.

He kept rubbing it against it, pinching it with two fingers, gently twisting and turning it, the speed getting faster and faster.

"Mmm--It's coming!!"

Qian Renxue's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sharp, almost collapsing quality. Her legs convulsed violently, her back arched, and she trembled uncontrollably before Yue Qingge's eyes.

Those golden eyes lost focus, tears silently slid down from the corners of their eyes, and their mouths were open but no sound came out.

There was only one long, soft moan.

At the same time, Yue Qingge felt the depths of the Angel Cave contract violently, and a stream of warm, sweet rain poured out from the deepest part, thoroughly soaking his farm tools. The rain carried Qian Renxue's unique sweetness, fully permeating every inch of his being and lubricating his entire journey.

The friction of the folds decreased sharply, but joy was ignited.

Yue Qingge's waist movements became even more fluid, and her forward speed gradually increased, each time crushing through the tightest ring and crashing into the deepest palace.

The ring-shaped opening held him tightly, yet each time he tried to pull away, it lingered, making a soft, gurgling sound, both alluring and seductive.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face as he leaned down and whispered in Qian Renxue's ear.

She was flushed with a thin layer of pink. He took her earlobe into his mouth, licked it gently, and whispered, "Mom, are you still going to say I was just teasing you?"

As he spoke, he slowly and deeply poked his waist.

Qian Renxue couldn't speak at all, and could only let out sobs from deep in her throat.

Her hand groped its way up Yue Qingge's arm, her nails digging into his muscles and leaving faint crescent-shaped marks on his body.

Yue Qingge felt the faint pain, which only intensified her attack. "Qingge..."

Qian Renxue finally found her voice and called his name haltingly, "You...slow down...I really..."

She didn't finish speaking.

Because Yue Qingge suddenly sped up, like a wild horse breaking free, galloping freely within the Angel Cave.

Each time, the farm tool would neatly plunge in, then almost completely withdraw, leaving only the tip embedded in the ring, before being plunged in again with great force.

The sounds of impact echoed within the barrier, mingling with the intertwined breaths of the two and Qian Renxue's soft sobs, creating an exquisite symphony.

Qian Renxue's slender legs were limply wrapped around his waist, swaying up and down with his movements.

Her toes were stiff from numbness, and the fair instep stretched into a beautiful arc, with the pale pink on her toenails shimmering in the candlelight.

She felt like she was being torn apart, not physically, but mentally.

Her thoughts were shattered, leaving only waves of overwhelming pleasure that surged upstream from where the two were joined, shattering all her restraint and rationality.

Yue Qingge looked down at the point where the two were joined, his farm tools moving in and out between Qian Renxue's fair lips.

Each time it was withdrawn, it brought out a ring of pink, tender flesh; each time it was thrust in, it pressed that tender flesh back down hard, bringing out a stream of glistening fluid that slid down her body and soaked the brocade quilt beneath her.

That ring of pink, tender flesh tightly gripped him like a greedy little mouth, constantly sucking, wrapping, and holding on, making wet "gurgling" sounds.

Yue Qingge's breathing grew heavier, her forehead damp with sweat. Qian Renxue sensed something, her hazy eyes widening slightly, her voice trembling with tears: "You...you're going to...?"

She couldn't continue. Yue Qingge didn't answer, but instead increased her speed, each impact deeper and heavier than the last.

His hands gripped Qian Renxue's slender waist tightly, keeping her by his side and preventing her from escaping even slightly.