Collapse Iron: I'm a Succubus in the Universe

"Ugh, saying something like that all of a sudden, it's so cheesy!"

March blushed slightly, becoming embarrassed, but despite saying this, she suppressed her original intention to teach Qiong a lesson.

Some.

"Forget it, I'm magnanimous, I won't stoop to his level!"

Thinking this to herself, March 7th buried her head and carefully savored the moment.

My tongue occasionally curls up as if trying to melt the ice cream in front of me, but the warmth of my mouth isn't enough to do that.

However, at this moment, March, who clearly had no intention of doing anything, suddenly made a slip of the tongue and bit her.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! March, hurry, let go!"

"Ah, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. Are you alright, Qiong?"

As March 7th spoke, he quickly raised his head, looking at Qiong with an apologetic expression, before his gaze fell on the spot where Qiong had just been bitten.

Fortunately, Qiong's constitution was quite strong, and the attack did not cause too much damage, but the slightly red mark still made Sanyue feel a little heartache.

Then she carefully stuck out her pink tongue, like a little deer, and gently licked Qiong's wound, trying to help relieve the pain with a comfortable feeling.

"Does this make you feel better, Sora?"

"Much better, thank you March."

Qiong reached out and touched March 7's pink hair. The smooth feeling made him unable to resist putting his fingers in and pinching the hair between his fingers.

"Ugh! Sora... don't, don't grab too hard, it'll hurt!"

March 7th originally wanted to stop Qiong's actions, but thinking about her mistake earlier, she ultimately chose to comply.

Just then, she seemed to hear a voice sighing in her heart again. This was really strange. Was it because she hadn't rested well and was hallucinating?

Thinking this to herself, March 7th did not stop moving. At the same time, in order to minimize the feeling of her hair being pulled, she gradually became more skilled at coordinating with Qiong's movements.

She gradually felt her mouth getting numb, and eventually she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Isn't it ready yet? You're incredibly persistent!"

March 7th didn't know what the average level was, but she felt that this was abnormal.

"It'll be better soon. Can you kiss me a few more times in March?"

Hearing Qiong's words, March stopped talking, pouted, and lowered her head again with a hint of reproach, giving the top of her head a heavy kiss.

Just as they were about to continue kissing, they suddenly felt something smeared on their face. March instinctively opened her mouth, as if to catch a spilled ice cream.

But it was too late. Fresh milk, deliberately squeezed onto March 7's face by someone's mistake.

She could only close her eyes and barely catch a little bit. Only after it was over did she open her eyes again, her cheeks puffed out, looking somewhat unhappy.

"Gulp (swallowing sound), Qiong, I just washed my hair today! And now it's all dirty again..."

Chapter 77 March 7: No, don't do that... it's dirty!

March 7th grumbled somewhat discontentedly, then prepared to get up to get a tissue to wipe her cheeks, but was stopped by Qiong.

"Wait a minute, March."

"what are you up to?"

March 7th looked at the sky with some confusion, but soon after...

"Ugh... Is this really how it has to be? It feels so embarrassing..."

March 7th blushed and her words were somewhat unclear, but she couldn't resist Qiong's insistence and agreed to his request.

She was in a half-squatting position, her hands clenched into fists with only her index and middle fingers extended. Her rosy cheeks were covered with a layer of whitishness, and she had a small clump of milk in her mouth.

"That's perfect."

As Qiong was speaking, she suddenly picked up her phone and snapped a photo, catching March off guard.

She instinctively wanted to say something, but choked on the milk in her mouth. After swallowing it with great difficulty, she finally managed to speak.

"Ahem! Wait, wait a minute! This isn't what we agreed on! You didn't say you wanted to take pictures!"

"Because March looks so adorable like this, don't worry, I'll be the only one seeing the photos, so can I keep them?"

"But if you really want to see it, I can... There's no need to take pictures, is there?"

March spoke hesitantly, still not really wanting to take such embarrassing photos, but Qiong immediately spoke up.

"But this is a precious memory from the first time. I won't see that expression on March's face again. I want to keep it, but if March insists on deleting it..."

“Precious memories… Hmm! Okay, but you have to promise me you really won’t let anyone else see them!”

"Yay, I knew March was the best."

As Qiong spoke, he happily embraced Sanyue, whose blush had not yet faded, and whose hands gently pushed against Qiong's chest.

"Okay, okay, as long as you agree, that's fine. I'm going to take a shower now, otherwise it'll be even harder to wash off once it dries!"

Can I come along?

"What? Are you serious?"

March 7 looked at Sora in disbelief, but eventually agreed. The scene then shifted to the bathroom in Sora's room.

March, wrapped only in a white bath towel, stood at the door, while Qiong was already lying in the bathtub.

"March, come over here quickly."

"I know, don't rush me!"

March 7th no longer hesitated, after all, things had come to this point. Her fair and delicate feet made a crisp sound as they stepped on the smooth tiles.

At the same time, the girl was also thinking to herself with a bit of resentment.

"If this guy makes any more unreasonable demands, I absolutely will not agree!"

However, she was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't notice the puddle of water under her feet. She immediately slipped and fell forward.

Upon seeing this, Qiong immediately stood up and helped her. Although it was a bit dangerous, fortunately, nothing serious happened in the end.

"Phew, that scared me to death. Thank you so much, Qiong."

March 7th breathed a sigh of relief, but soon realized something was wrong.

"Move it away, it's pressing against my face!"

As she spoke, she reached out her soft little hand and pushed the small dome that was pressing against her cheek up a little.

“It wasn’t like this when you first kissed me in March.”

"Ugh! No, stop talking! If you say another word, I'm going back to my room!"

March 7th said with a somewhat annoyed expression. Seeing this, Qiong stopped teasing her and instead reached out to pull her into the bath.

"Wait a minute, slow down! The towel is going to fall!"

As she spoke, March 7th shyly clenched the bath towel in her hand, not removing it even when it was soaking in the water.

"In March, what about trust between people?"

"Trust you, my foot!"

March 7th is certain that if he takes off his towel now, it won't be so easy for him to leave the bathroom.

What she thought was correct, but she overlooked an important detail.

Qiong just smiled when she heard March 7's answer, and before she could react, she grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into her arms.

"Ugh, what... what are you going to do?"

"want!"

As he spoke, Qiong had already made his move. Instead of removing the towel, he reached in and carefully touched the smooth skin.

"I'm warning you... don't, don't do anything reckless!"

"I didn't do anything reckless. How else could I get it clean?"

Qiong showed no intention of backing down, or rather, she simply stopped acting altogether.

The snow-white mound, barely visible beneath the bath towel, was gradually ripening into pink cherries under Qiong's careful care, their outlines even visible through the towel.

"Hmm...hmm? Uh! Wait a minute, I can do that myself!"

Suddenly, as if noticing something, March 7 hurriedly closed her legs, but Qiong's fingertips had already slipped into the gap while she wasn't paying attention.

"No, I need to check the food safety first, so it must be thoroughly cleaned."

"Food safety? What are you thinking?!"

March 7th blushed to her ears, but it was too late to stop her, since she had offered herself up.

"You, you'd better be gentle, I can't even do it myself..."

"I haven't been inside much."

March 7th shyly added the second half of the sentence in her mind, and Qiong was indeed very gentle, which even made her feel a little doubtful.

"How...how come you're so skilled?"

"No, maybe it's because Xiao Sanyue and I get along very well?"

"Why is it going to be like this?! No, don't go too far in! Mmm..."

Suddenly, March 7th let out a muffled groan, and her snow-white legs trembled slightly in the water. At that moment, Qiong also felt water flowing through her fingertips.

"Huh? March, were you just now...?"

"Shut up, don't say it!"

March 7 hurriedly reached out, gritting her teeth as she tightly covered Qiong's mouth, her anxious expression seemingly saying, "If you dare to continue, you'll be in big trouble!"

Qiong nodded in agreement, but then, in front of Sanyue, she stretched out her hand and gently pinched it.

The water droplets on her fingertips seemed a little sticky, and seeing this, March 7th could no longer bear it.

"You idiot!"

Suddenly, on March 7th, she turned around, creating a huge splash of water, and her delicate pink foot kicked straight at Qiong's cheek.

The latter, unable to dodge in time, took the blow head-on, her face pressed against the soft, white sole of the foot, followed by the sticking out of her tongue...

"Huh? You...you're a real pervert!"

As if sensing something, March 7th tried to pull her leg back as if she had been electrocuted, but Qiong reacted quickly and grabbed her ankle.

Qiong uses food-grade shower gel, so there's no need to worry about it being edible, but March 7th is a different story.

"No, no, don't do that! Um... haha!... It's... it's very dirty!"

March 7th wanted to stop her, but the feeling of ** left her powerless and she could only let Qiong do as she pleased.

Chapter 78 Should we eat dumplings or abalone for breakfast?

After a while, her eyes lost their luster, like a broken March 7th, and she was carried away from the bathroom by Qiong.

The bath towel that was originally wrapped around her was now just covering her body, and March 7th didn't seem to care about that anymore.

"March."

Qiong softly called out to Sanyue, after all, the important part was about to begin, and the latter also came to her senses at this moment.

Seeing herself being carried in Qiong's arms in a princess carry and being carried towards the bed, she immediately became nervous.

Although they had slept together before, she knew tonight would be different.

"You...you have to be gentle..."

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle."

Qiong is no longer a reckless guy; his gentle actions gradually relaxed the tense March 7.

Of course, things are still very tense in some aspects, especially as the dome drills through the heavy pressure of the barriers and breaks through that thin layer of screen.

Finally, it came down to the pay cut. (After all, anyone would be nervous about a pay cut, let alone in March, right?)

Despite bearing the pressure released by March 7th, Qiong lowered her head and kissed her with great satisfaction.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, a little..."