Chapter 32 - It’s Falling Out. (1/2)

Chapter 32: It’s Falling Out.

Yan Jing stared at the thin piece of cloth, so drenched that it hugged her softness with no signs of dropping off. Peeling the silk from her soaked parts, he brought it up towards his nose before taking a deep sniff, “It smells so good, Ah Luan’s nectar is really amazing.”

“You! You’re disgusting… You’re crazy!” She yelped in shame as she stared at his drunken face, but there was no means of escaping from this horrible situation at all.

“You’re willing to do it with second brother but not me, hm?” He asked coldly, sending chills up her spine, before grinning at her darkly as he let go of the silk in his hands and picked up an entire rack of paintbrushes which were on the table.

He placed then within his reach on a nearby stool before going back and forth, as if unsure which one to use first.

“What do you want to do!?” She whimpered in fear at his sudden accusation, it’s obvious that he had seen Yan Dao bedding her that night…

Before she could even wallow in her misfortune, she had no choice but to stare wide-eyed at her elder brother as he picked up a paintbrush from the rack and dipped it into a bowl of clean water before pointing it at her softness.

“This paintbrush is new and unused, don’t be scared.”

Immediately understanding his intentions, Yan Luan squirmed her buttocks around in a final attempt to escape this torture, “No! How can you play with these instruments in such a way, take it away from me!” She yelped in horror as she clamped her thighs shut.

He chuckled deeply in respond to her yelps while forcing her legs apart before he flickered around her softness with the damped brush.

“You claimed that you don’t want this, but the brush isn’t even inside you and you’re already so wet, Ah Luan is a little liar.”

The soft and ticklish brush was unlike a man’s finger, and when it flickered through her aroused bud, a strange numb tingle would spread through her entire body. Worst of all, it seems that the more she struggled, the more intensive the sensation become, and the fact that he was cruelly keeping the brush on her without stop was almost enough to make her mind go crazy.

“Ah! Take it away, I…I hate it!” Her sensitive parts were already drenched to the brim by the flickering teasing and Yan Luan had no choice but to bite down painfully on her lush lips in a desperate attempt to force down the hollowness and urge in her abdomen.

Noticing her subtle reaction, Yan Jing gripped onto the brush firmly before slowly pushing it into her soaking wet softness.

“Mm… N…No, don’t put it in~ It’s prickly!”

It should’ve been easy to push it within her drenched walls, but as he continued pushing it deeper within her, the hair of the brush was pushed backward, prickling her uneven walls while sending her entire body into a tremble.

Yan Jing’s actions were somewhat abusive, pushing the brush in and out of her a few times, and in a final push, he thrust the brush deeply into her deepest parts while enjoying her unfulfilled expression.

“Look, Ah Luan’s little hole is biting so tightly onto my brush, is it perhaps too thin, shall I insert a thicker brush?” He glanced intently at the brush before releasing it, only to realize that even though the brush trembled together with her body, it was still firmly buried within her, with no signs of falling out at all.

Yan Luan sobbed silently, frowning deeply as she swallowed her escaping moan, the middle-finger sized brush was pushed so deeply into her that it was touching the walls of her cervix, and it would prick her with such intensity with a mere tremble of her body.