Did I Break It?
“Ah—gentler—ow—”
Shi Luoyin’s brows furrow slightly. She bites her lower lip, clearly enduring some deep pain.
“It’s just a mild sprain with some swelling. Your body might be extra sensitive to pain, so it hurts worse than for most people.”
Lin Zimo speaks as he grabs ice from the fridge, wraps it in a towel, and presses it gently against Shi Luoyin’s injured spot.
“Eek! So cold, Lin Zimo!” Shi Luoyin yelps cutely at the chill, her whole body shivering with a start.
“Ice is the only way to ease the swelling. Just bear with it a sec.”
Lin Zimo applies the ice towel to her swollen area first. His touch stays feather-light, like he’s afraid of making it worse.
Once the ice is done, his fingers glide softly over her injured buttock, massaging and kneading.
His eyes lock on as his fingertips dance across her skin—like a master pianist coaxing the finest melody from the keys.
A warm energy flows from his fingertips into her flesh, seeping gradually into the sore spot.
The pressure’s perfect: firm enough to heal, gentle enough not to break the skin.
“Ahh—Lin Zimo, you’re amazing. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much now.”
Shi Luoyin’s eyes crinkle upward at the corners. The pain melts away under his skilled massage, replaced by a profound, sinking comfort.
“Good.” Lin Zimo flashes a faint smile and keeps at it.
Her body quivers softly. Every brush of his fingertips sparks a tingling buzz—like electricity racing from his touch straight to her core.
She bites her lip hard, fighting not to moan, but the sensation’s too exquisite to ignore.
Lin Zimo notices her reactions but doesn’t let up. If anything, he massages with even more focus.
His hand radiates heat like a living source, flooding her with waves of relief she’s never known.
Time slips by unnoticed.
The throbbing ache has faded to almost nothing, leaving behind an unfamiliar lightness and bliss.
She opens her eyes to find Lin Zimo watching her with warm concern. Gratitude swells in her chest.
“Thank you, Lin Zimo. I feel so much better.” Shi Luoyin’s voice comes out shy and soft.
“My throat’s kinda dry. Could you grab me some water, Lin Zimo?”
The ice has melted into a puddle.
“Sure.” Lin Zimo pours a glass and hands it over.
Prone as she is, her gaze lands right on the massive bulge tenting his bath towel.
Oh god! That thing’s huge.
Looks like it could fuck someone half to death.
Shi Luoyin’s bright eyes go wide in shock. She stares, dumbfounded.
Lin Zimo sees her frozen, glass forgotten. “You gonna drink it or what?”
She snaps back with a jolt, heart pounding, cheeks flaming. “Y-yes!”
Her pale, tender arm shoots up to take the glass—but her eyes betray her, flicking right back down.
Right then, his towel slips free.
“Ahh~~!” Shi Luoyin gasps in shock, sucking in a sharp breath. Her mouth hangs open as she gawks at the towering beast mere inches away.
He’s so close, it nearly slaps her face.
Terror freezes her. Her jaw drops; she’s got no clue how to react.
“Sorry. Rushed in here too fast—didn’t have time to get dressed.”
Lin Zimo mouths the apology, but his face and tone stay utterly calm. Not a hint of embarrassment.
Doesn’t mind at all having a stunning beauty like her gawking.
His voice jolts her awake. She squeals “Eek!” and throws up a hand to cover her eyes.
But she forgets the glass. In her panic, she smacks it right into him.
“Hss—!” Lin Zimo winces before he can grab the towel, pain lancing through him.
“Ah! Sorry! I didn’t mean to—are you okay?!”
Shi Luoyin freaks, eyes still wide open—no covering, no blinking—just pure worry fixed on the monster.
Lin Zimo hunches over, teeth gritted. “Not great. Hurts like hell. Shi Luoyin, you didn’t just break it, did you?”
“N-no way! Let me... rub it? See if it still... works...”
Shi Luoyin stammers, her flushed cheeks tight with concern.
Lin Zimo’s worried too—this is his future happiness on the line. “Fine. Go ahead.”
Shi Luoyin wants to die of shame, but it’s her fault. Can’t just leave it.
She sets the glass aside and lifts her soft, milky hands...
The next instant, her pure yet seductive face kneels between his spread thighs.
Her small hands caress the upright, vein-ridged, thick-long-hard cock.
Her nose twitches at the pungent, pissy musk wafting off it. Her little pussy drools instinctively, even as her mind recoils in disgust.
She frowns and whispers up at him, “Smells kinda gross. Wipe it with the towel?”
Lin Zimo’s cock throbs, rock-hard from the wait. But she’s dragging her feet.
He grits his teeth impatiently and scrubs it quick with the towel.
Still, she whines cutely, “Still smells.”
This time, he pours half a glass of red wine and holds it out. “Wash it down with this—no smell then!”
She sips the wine but doesn’t swallow. Instead, her full, glossy red lips kiss around the fat glans.
One hand pumps the scorching, girthy shaft.
Her tongue slithers nimbly.
Laving the corona ridge with tender care.
Gently sucking the slit.
The wine soaks the head before she gulps it down slow.
Blinding pleasure erupts from his cock.
Lin Zimo groans deep, his big hand stroking her hair. “Fuck, baby—you’re so good. That tongue knows how to worship cock...”
Praise or guilt—she dives in harder, slurping at the meaty root too thick to fully take.
She stretches her mouth wide around head and shaft.
Her head bobs up and down, tongue twisting wildly...
It’s too much. Lin Zimo can’t hold back. He grips her head.
His hips buck, fucking her mouth faster...
Lin Zimo pants ragged, lost in the bliss under his crotch.
Fuck! Little slut’s a pro at head!
That mouth eats cock like a champ.
Too fucking good!
After what feels like forever, Shi Luoyin’s exhausted, on the verge of tears, her pretty face smeared messy...
Only then does Lin Zimo confirm his beast’s fine—no damage—and finally lets her up.
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