After Transmigrating Into the Book, Prime Minister Made My Legs Weak

Chapter 18

“Doesn’t it hurt anymore?” Wen Jian’s palm caressed Ji Sang’s cheek, his deep dark gaze locked onto hers.

Ji Sang didn’t know if she was embarrassed or annoyed. Her face flushed to her ears. “...Huh? I didn’t...”

“Still hurting?” He interrupted her before she could finish, his brows furrowing deeply.

“It shouldn’t.”

“Spread your legs, let me see. The doctor said it should be better by tonight.”

As Wen Jian spoke, his fingers hooked onto the strap of her undergarments, about to help her untie it. Ji Sang panicked and reached to cover the strap, hastily saying, “It doesn’t hurt anymore, it doesn’t hurt...”

After speaking, her gaze flickered restlessly. What was she even saying!

A seductive chuckle escaped from Wen Jian’s throat. “Seems like the doctor didn’t lie to me.”

He dominantly hooked his arm around her waist, leading her towards his chest. Ji Sang’s entire chest pressed against his bare chest, and through the thin fabric, she felt the heat emanating from his body. Ji Sang’s whole body felt numb, and she pushed against his chest with her palm, trying to move away, but he held onto her tighter, and his thin lips pressed down accurately.

“Mmm...”

Ji Sang furrowed her brows, wanting to say something, but his thick and powerful tongue intruded into her mouth, capturing and licking her small tongue, imitating the movements of sexual penetration.

The sticky sound of their intimate contact filled the room, and the temperature kept rising.

Ji Sang’s tongue grew sore and tingly from the kiss. A muffled moan escaped her throat. Wen Jian’s lips and tongue continued their journey from the corner of her lips, down her chin, licking and kissing her collarbone.

She was being kissed so intensely that her lower region couldn’t help but become wet. Her legs tightly entwined, but when she finally realized it, she was already flipped over, facing away from him. She was left with only a green bellyband...

Wen Jian’s scorching kiss landed on the prominent bone at the back of her neck, meticulously licking and biting. She was so sensitive that she called out, “Ah... Wen Jian...”

Wen Jian suddenly lifted her waist, raising her hips. His whole body almost pressed against her spine, his long arm reaching around her, pointing at a bamboo slip that he had placed in front of her at some point. “Sang Sang, let’s try this position first.”

On the bamboo slip, a woman was kneeling and the man was supporting his large member as he penetrated her from behind...

Because it was a spring painting drawn with a brush, the man’s member appeared black and large, looking fierce and ferocious.

Ji Sang looked at the painting with hazy eyes, and her body couldn’t help but shudder. “Wen Jian... don’t...”

Before she could finish her sentence, Wen Jian had already lowered his head and was kissing and licking her butterfly bone. He followed her spine, sliding down to her perky buttocks. He suddenly opened his mouth, biting hard, and then released with a “pop.” One hand supported her raised thigh, while the other slipped into the space between her legs. It lightly touched her half-closed flower entrance, causing Ji Sang’s whole body to tremble as if electrified. She bit her lip and helplessly called out to him, “...Wen Jian...”

“Mmm...”

“Ha... ah! Wen Jian... slower... ah...!” She trembled violently from being penetrated, and her cries grew louder. When he thrust forcefully, she bit into the bedding. Her moans, mixed with sobs, were filled with a crying tone. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

It was too intense...

Wen Jian inserted his hands while passing through Ji Sang’s tight space, sliding into her bellyband. His two large palms spread open, enveloping her breasts that were almost bursting out of the band, forcefully kneading them together, rubbing the already erect nipples with his fingertips.

As he kneaded her lower abdomen, each thrust hit hard, causing her body to involuntarily jerk forward. The pleasure was deep and intense, as if she was sailing in a sea of desire, rising and falling with the surging waves, as if the next moment a big wave could engulf her.

“Ugh... Wen Jian... slower... ah...”

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Wen Jian heard her cries, and his genitals, thrusting inside her, suddenly grew larger. He lowered his body, his warm lips kissing her spine, hot breath blowing along the way, giving her the ultimate pleasure.

His thrusting became more fierce, with each thrust going as deep as possible. The fresh, red flesh was brought out with each withdrawal and fiercely pushed back in by the following thrust. His full scrotum slapped against her tender clitoris, which received attention, causing Ji Sang’s petite body to tremble...

The place where their genitals met looked like a mess.

Ji Sang’s cries became hoarse, and then she opened her mouth to breathe. Her weak arms rested on both sides of her face, and her wide-open legs were numb, allowing the man to freely move inside her.

The pleasure kept increasing, and her vaginal walls suddenly tightened. When Wen Jian thrust in forcefully again, she let out a choked sound from her throat, her lower abdomen convulsed, and a wave of desire fluids gushed out.

The warm fluid crazily penetrated her entrance, and her vaginal walls contracted tightly around the man’s shaft. Wen Jian’s waist tingled from the bite, and a delightful sensation spread from his tailbone to every part of his body. He breathed heavily like a bull, his hands suddenly gripping her trembling raised buttocks, and despite her intense climax, he fiercely thrust more than a dozen times. His orgasm surged to the top of his head, and his organ swelled to its limit. He let out a muffled groan from his throat, his anus loosened, and scorching semen shot straight into the deepest part, making Ji Sang, who was still in climax, tremble all over and stare blankly above...

When she came back from the lingering aftermath of her climax, the man had already flipped her over. His lips and tongue gently kissed her, his fingers playing with her soaked flower bud, and the ultimate tingling sensation invaded Ji Sang’s nerves once again.

Just after experiencing an orgasm, she felt as if she had been lifted out of the water. Sweaty hair stuck to her cheeks, and she grumbled dissatisfiedly, “Wen Jian... it’s enough, don’t touch there anymore...”

“Enough?” His voice sounded hoarse and fiery.

“Mm.”

“But I plan to try all the positions on the bamboo slip with you tonight.” Wen Jian lifted his chin, indicating her to look at the bamboo slip.

Ji Sang’s head felt dizzy, and she followed his gaze to the bamboo slip. The positions from earlier were still depicted there, but now the woman’s waist was tied with silk, almost falling in the center of the bed. She was lying underneath a man, sitting astride him and rocking back and forth...

Ji Sang suddenly woke up, panic filling her dark eyes, and she shook her head frantically. “...Wen Jian, I don’t want to...”

“Sang Sang, give it a try... It’ll feel very pleasurable.”

“Just now... I was riding you, but this time... it’s your turn to ride me.”

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