Chapter 237: The Virgin Trap (1)

Her heart fluttering, Yan Gui couldn’t help letting out a heavy sigh. Clenching her teeth tightly, she shot a fierce glare back at the rascal.

She was doing her utmost to comfort her daughter, yet the villain was causing trouble from behind. Given Gui Ji’s temperament, how could she not feel both humiliation and rage? However, with her daughter still in her arms, she could not vent her anger. Qiao San delivered dozens of powerful thrusts in succession, shaking Gui Ji’s very soul. Her screams and cries nearly burst from her chest, yet she dared not utter a single sound from her delicate lips.

At this very moment and scene, an elderly couple is secretly sneaking around; although not actually committing infidelity, it feels just like it. A different kind of excitement instantly awakens the devilish wildness in Gui Ji. Her tri-colored beautiful hair swirls with the wind, unleashing the full power of her ice-and-fire treasure.

“Well, daughter, if you… agree, just nod your head; if you don’t… ah… close your eyes for a moment!”

In just a few short sentences, Ghost Princess paused several times, each moan triggered by the man’s thick manhood thrusting to its limit, each gasp chasing the emptiness left by its withdrawal.

Not knowing whether she had realized something, Xiaoyou cast a misty, furtive glance at her mother from behind, her pure ghostly eyes revealing a coquettish shyness, like rippling mists as delicate as light smoke, swirling upward in threads like silk.

The rogue’s desire gradually slipped out of control; his hips moved back and forth recklessly. Waves of satisfaction coursed through every meridian of the ghostly beauty’s body. Her breasts swayed, her areolas expanded, and her nipples silently swelled—all of which happened to be witnessed by Xiaoyou.

A strange single note echoed in the girl’s throat, and her delicate body, rarely showing such color, flushed with a passionate red that even the Yin-Yang Pulse could not suppress.

Ghost Princess Qiao San’s jade gate had already swollen to its limit. In a daze, she stopped persuading her daughter, her crimson lips parting slightly, her pearly teeth clenching and releasing, as a stream of scorching breath, brimming with infinite ticklish sensations, exhaled between her teeth. With a soft whoosh, it swept into Xiao You’s ears, into her heart, and deep into her hidden valley!

“Hmm…”

The misty depths of the valley began to clear, as if clouds and fog were breaking apart. For the first time in her decades of existence—be it as a human or a spirit—the pure maiden let out a soft, delicate moan from her delicate nose. Though Xiao You had no experience in such matters, she understood what was happening in that moment. Her eyes filled with shyness, which quickly reached its peak.

“Daughter, hold onto Mother… ah…” The mother and daughter pressed their bodies tightly together; every tremor of Gui Ji’s body was clearly transmitted to her daughter.

The rascal seemed to sense the uniqueness of the moment. Clasping the seductive ghost’s shapely buttocks, he launched into a fierce and relentless assault. The sounds of their bodies colliding echoed wildly, everything regressing to primal instincts, returning to raw nakedness!

“Ah—”

An unprecedented scream pierced the heavens and split the clouds. The ghostly beauty’s supple body arched backward wildly as her lower body forcefully sank onto the man’s erect member. Her slender neck entwined with Qiao San’s head, while she continued to cling tightly to her helpless, struggling daughter.

At the moment of the most exquisite pleasure, Qiao San’s hands tightened as he forcefully pressed down on the Ghost Girl’s waist. His erect member thrust upward fiercely, while his uncontrollable lips and tongue sucked passionately on the Ghost Girl’s neck, leaving behind a trail of intense purple love bites.

At the peak of ecstasy, the Ghost Princess lingered for a long time, while Xiao You began to tremble, as the rogue’s gaze, as if tangible, had already swept towards her first.

“Ugh, ugh…”

The girl let out a quick, sharp sound from her throat, but it did nothing to stop Qiao San’s gaze. The innocent girl, growing anxious, secretly felt angry with herself: “What a hateful rogue, what a despicable stare! The area his gaze passes over actually begins to burn—could this be some kind of sorcery?!”

Hmm, this must be some kind of sorcery, otherwise that strange sensation wouldn’t be creeping all over my body; ah, what a scoundrel, his gaze actually lingered between my legs!

Xiao Youfang’s heart seethed with hatred and curses. Unconsciously, she exerted all her strength to roll sideways, finally moving the Peach Blossom away from Qiao San’s wolf-like gaze. However, in doing so, she exposed the young maiden’s delicate and beautiful bottom to the naked, lecherous eyes of the ruffian.

The young girl’s soft and supple body was tender and delicate, her shallow dimpled buttocks quivering slightly; moments later, just as Xiao You thought her own luscious curves were about to melt under his scorching gaze, Qiao San finally shifted his eyes away, moving his gaze to her delicate and slender shoulders and back, which were gracefully thin yet not bony.

The young girl tightly covered her chest with both hands. No matter how terrifying Qiao San’s gaze was, ruthlessly sweeping over her shoulders and back, she refused to turn over at all costs. Her steadfast resistance, although firm, could not stop the subtle changes gradually taking place in her body.

Ah… My lower abdomen is so hot and swollen… How embarrassing, it feels like I’m about to lose control! Mm… Help me!

The pure young girl was so humiliated and furious that she wished to die of shame, longing to vanish into oblivion. No matter how tightly she clenched her thighs, a surge of indignant excitement still let out a “puff,” moistening the grass beneath her.

Xiao You, still a maiden, was so embarrassed that she wished she could vanish into the ground. The rogue, however, looked solemn yet his eyes radiated boundless arrogance. This was his “Soul-Stealing Gaze,” perfected after mastering the Yin Blood Seal technique—how could a mere little female ghost possibly resist it? No wonder Xiao You experienced her very first climax under his intense stare—ejaculating in ecstasy!

After a short rest, the Ghost Princess regained a bit of her energy. She naturally understood that the rascal was secretly lusting after her daughter. Blushing with anger and shame, she shot a furious glance at the wicked Zhang Kuang. Then, with her weak and limp body, she pulled her daughter back into her arms.

“Xiaoyou, my good daughter…”

While pleading desperately, the female ghost mother subtly straightened her daughter’s body, as if on purpose yet unintentionally, allowing the lecherous gaze of the ruffian to instantly fall upon the pair of bouncing jade rabbits.

The delicate and alluring jade peaks were instantly engulfed in flames. Xiao You witnessed with her own eyes as her tender nipples blossomed and stood erect, precisely springing against her mother’s more mature and swollen pearl-like breasts.

“Uh!” As their breasts touched, the ghostly mother and daughter both felt as if struck by lightning. The intense, bone-deep tingling nearly caused the ghostly woman to push her daughter away.

Xiao You’s autumnal glance was already about to overflow from her eyes, but she still shook her head vehemently in opposition. The more desperately her mother pleaded and the more she spoke, the more intensely Xiao You shook her head.

“Oh!”

A helpless sigh drifted away with the wind. With a resolute heart, the Ghost Princess, for the sake of her daughter’s life, decisively pushed her daughter into Qiao San’s embrace. All her words were transformed into concrete actions.

“Husband, be gentle. Xiao You has a delicate body and it’s her first time. I… I’ll step out first.”

To completely shatter Xiao You’s lingering hope, the ghost girl floated out of the room.

A dark cloud veiled the crescent moon. Under the cover of darkness, two exquisitely beautiful figures hovered above the town of Liu Mang.

“Dragon Mother, what kind of treasure did you give Xiao You exactly? With her current magical powers, how could she possibly restrain the three souls and seven spirits of a Ten-Yang body?” The seven-colored fairy ribbons swirling around Taiyuan Yünv were still dancing, but they had lost their former tranquility and leisurely grace, flickering restlessly like flames, slightly wild and unsettled.

The dignified and majestic Dragon Mother stood proudly in the night sky; not even the deep darkness could conceal the authority and ruthlessness of the ruler of the four seas. “Taiyuan, rest assured, I have already given the Water-Cutting Divine Clam to Xiaoyou, and with the power of the Dragon Pearl, success is assured!”

“Cutting Water Divine Clam? Isn’t that your most treasured artifact for guarding the four seas?” Ta Yuan’s voice was filled with emotion, then he curiously recalled for a moment, “Strange, when Xiao You went down the mountain, why didn’t I see her carrying the Cutting Water Divine Clam?”

“Hee, hee… That’s because I put it in a place you’d never think of!”

Mother Dragon smiled, and moonlight pierced through the sky, carrying boundless curiosity as it soared toward the crimson space.