Virgin-Like Tightness and Devouring Rules
I have to say, Zhang Lin's insides were incredibly tight—especially the deepest part. When Chu Fei thrust into her depths, she let out a startled cry just like a virgin girl.
"Oh god, how can it go so deep... You've reached my heart, A Fei! Ouch, you're too amazing—I... I can't take it!"
"Huh?"
Chu Fei gazed down at the endlessly moaning mature woman beneath him and couldn't help twitching his eyebrows. Could it be her husband had never reached this deepest spot?
With tightness like Zhang Lin's, she really didn't need any vaginal tightening procedure. Even after giving birth—via C-section, no less—and with infrequent use, her passage remained as taut and tender as a young girl's.
But since she'd booked the vaginal tightening treatment, he had to give her something for her money. Was Chu Fei supposed to refund her?
Besides, Zhang Lin had just reminded him of something... It never said he had to use his hands to absorb a woman's 'flesh.' Contact was all that mattered, anywhere on his body. So... heh heh! What about his little brother?
Right then, as he slowly slid in and out of Zhang Lin's body, he focused his mental energy intensely, channeling the absorbing power straight to his cock...
To his delight, it worked on the first try. Zhang Lin cried out a loud "Ah!" and shuddered all over.
"Your little brother bites!!"
"Heh heh, not only does it bite—it eats too!"
Chu Fei grinned, then steadied Zhang Lin's body, easing her down into missionary position...
Men's cocks naturally curved upward, so missionary was the best for hitting a woman's sensitive spots and delivering endless pleasure. Man on top also gave her a greater sense of security, letting her surrender completely.
Zhang Lin craned her neck, eyes wide as she stared at their joined bodies. She could hardly believe Chu Fei's massive shaft was buried entirely inside her...
Oh god, my husband's probably not even half this size!So embarrassing. Good thing Chu Fei hasn't asked—how would I even answer?
Soon enough, Zhang Lin felt the soft flesh inside her being gently suckled and nibbled by Chu Fei's cock. The sensation was intoxicating. Especially as it glided slowly in and out—each pass over certain spots left her whole body limp and tingling, an itch that clawed at her core. It was like being struck by electric currents, or enveloped in his total caress. Worst of all—or best—she swore it was growing even bigger, leaving her with a faint, swelling ache.
And then Chu Fei's big hands gripped her slim waist—another of her sensitive zones.
"So... ah! So good! Oh god, how is this happening? I'm dying again!"
Chu Fei hadn't even thrust a few times before Zhang Lin lost it. Her body tensed, her passage quivered, and a gush of Yin Essence sprayed over his raging shaft...
Huh? Chu Fei's face lit with surprise. He could feel his cock absorbing the Yin Essence, converting it almost instantly into a thick, warm surge that flowed into his body. The conversion rate was even higher than with fat or muscle.
He called it the "conversion rate" himself.
This bizarre devouring power had appeared out of nowhere on his body, and Chu Fei sure as hell hadn't just ignored it like nothing happened. At first, he was terrified. But once he realized he could sate its 'hunger' by drawing fat or excess tissue from women, he'd calmed down a bit. Still, he'd been diligently experimenting ever since, determined to uncover its secrets.
After all this time testing, Chu Fei had pieced together some of the rules governing this strange devouring force.
First rule: He could 'eat' anything! Food or not—even stones, metals, plastics, glass. If he touched it and willed it, he could devour whatever he contacted.
He'd verified this plenty of times: anything he touched could be broken down into threads of heat flowing into his body.
Second rule: Living things beat plants, which beat inanimate objects.
Why? Conversion rates. For example, if devouring a jin of rice yielded 1 unit of energy, a jin of meat gave 100. A jin of stone? Maybe 0.01.
So if Chu Fei were truly starving and didn't care, he could chug seawater to fill up. Do it too often, though, and global sea levels might start dropping.
Even among living things or their products, rates varied. Women's muscle converted better than fat; bones worse than fat; skin and hair even lower. Normally, sneaking 2-3 jin of fat per day covered his needs just fine. For now, things were looking pretty good...