Chapter 32 - It’s Falling Out. (2/2)

Meanwhile, the body of the brush was made of pure white jade, which would stay cold at all times, which was a good material as the person using the brush would not sweat and loosen his grip on the brush, but in her case, it was chilling down her walls, giving her the wrong impression that she had been forced into an Ice and Fire state.

“E…elder brother~ Please take it out, I…I can’t handle this anymore~” She whimpered softly, even though the brush wasn’t as thick as this man’s hardness, the quick exchange of chill and burning was making her feel an entirely different sensation.

As he stared at her pitiful and whimpering face, he felt a burning pain at his abdomen, quickly pressing his palm on her back, he once again gripped onto the brush from the outside before spinning it in circles while pushing it in and out of her.

“Ah~ N…No more! Don’t twist it, elder brother! Mm~ I…I can’t handle it anymore!” Her sensitive walls twitched furiously at the intensive sensation, and her face was flushed bright scarlet as she drowned in the pleasurable torture he was putting her through.

“Ah Luan’s hole is drenched to the brim, no wonder second brother called it a slut hole, it would seem that you prefer being treated roughly, hm?” He voiced out his conclusion deeply before pulling out the entire brush from her, following which was a huge wave of her sweet nectar, which leaked out from her walls like a loose pipe after the plugged brush was removed, immediately filling the entire room with a lewd fragrance.

Yan Luan whimpered in horror at her shameless action, burying her face into her tied arms, as if trying to hide from her watchful brother, she finally understood what was stuck into the woman from the painting…

That black shiny stick from the painting, wasn’t that Yan Jing’s personal brush!?

“Tsk, it seems that Ah Luan had ruined brother’s new brush, I believe we need to swap it with a new one.” He chuckled deeply before picking another brush, so thick that it’s usually only used for Chinese calligraphy. He cleaned the brush in the bowl of clean water thoroughly before pointing it at her softness once more.(TNote: There are different brushes for different uses, for normal letters, the writer will usually use a very thin brush, but for calligraphy, they would prefer huge and thick ones, as it’ll usually be treated as a wall art.)

“No no no! I don’t want that! Elder brother, please!” She had her suspicions that all of these were mere punishments for her night with Yan Dao, but her desperate begging had been of use after all, as Yan Jing had inserted it into her much more gentler than the previous brush.

Her tight walls were immediately spread apart by the thickness of the brush, but not only had it not lessened her itch, it had merely made her felt even more hollowed and empty than before!

Yan Jing stroked her slender thighs gently as he played her with the brush, chuckling deeply at her uncontrollable moans, “Ah Luan’s moans are really lovely, so lovely that brother is almost losing control, but unfortunately, I can’t satisfy you as I’m not as huge as your second brother, but thank goodness we have these brushes,” He muttered softly, “I’m sure you’ll be satisfied when we’re done.”

Yan Luan’s eyes shot wide opened at his words, I knew it! He totally heard my words that day!

“Y…you petty man!” He’s not only petty, but horribly perverted too!

“I’m petty?” Yan Jing raised his brows in surprise before pushing the brush deep within her while pressing down firmly on her trembling back, “Ah Luan’s words really hurts my heart.”

The brush, which was suddenly pushed into her deepest, was so much more thicker than the first brush, and the sudden intrusion caused her body to froze in shock, and immediately after, her strength left her legs entirely.

Yan Jing chose this exact moment to release his hold on the brush, causing the brush to slide out a little from her soaked walls, but it was as if her body could not bear for the sensation to end, she instinctively clamped tightly around the falling brush.

Yan Luan sucked in a deep breath, This feeling is too intense!

“Yo, it looks like it’s going to fall out, Ah Luan needs to work harder to keep it in, otherwise we would need to change into an even thicker one~” Yan Jing’s lips curved up into a cruel grin as he pushed the brush back into her, as if lending her a hand, but unfortunately, her uneven walls were drenched to the brim.

Plap! The brush fell onto the ground with a loud noise, together with her sudden yelp of despair.