Virginity Lost! (Part 2)
The night deepened, the starry canopy above twinkling with dazzling brilliance, as if bidding farewell to the earth below.
In the deluxe ward of the City Center Private Hospital, two pale, voluptuous figures intertwined.
The woman appeared to be in her thirties, her mature and alluring face flushed deep crimson, her long hair splayed across the bedsheets like clouds, radiating irresistible allure—especially those soul-stealing eyes, now utterly entranced, her gaze scattered as if ensnared by some spell.
And the one kissing her... well, more accurately a boy, looking no older than fourteen or fifteen, his features fresh and innocent. Yet his eyes burned with raw desire and hunger as he devoured the woman's lips in a frenzy.
These two were Xu Ruizhi and Song Lianwei.
Song Lianwei lay pinned beneath Xu Ruizhi in an intensely intimate position, her mouth sealed by his, reduced to muffled whimpers. One of his hands gripped her full, heaving breasts, while the other delved toward her secret valley, teasing and stroking relentlessly, igniting a scorching heat deep within her.
"Ah~ Mm..."
Song Lianwei's mind had gone blank under his ministrations, her body acting on pure instinct now. Her arms wrapped instinctively around Xu Ruizhi's neck, pulling him closer for the most direct sensory bliss.
Seeing this, the flames of lust in Xu Ruizhi's eyes blazed hotter. He captured her lips again, ravaging the sweet, fragrant depths of her mouth, greedily sucking in her essence.
Feeling Aunt Song's clumsy response with her tongue, Xu Ruizhi chuckled inwardly: Haha, Aunt Song's first kiss was still intact after all.
Song Lianwei was left dizzy and disoriented by his kisses. Finally catching a breath of fresh air, she glared at him hazily with her beautiful eyes, then thought: So this is what kissing feels like? Not bad at all...
She felt puzzled. She'd dated three boyfriends before—the first two barely lasted days, never progressing that far. The rich heir had wanted to kiss her, but she'd refused, citing her slight germaphobia and distaste for it.
Yet just now, kissing this brat had brought no revulsion... in fact, she'd even enjoyed it!
Seeing Aunt Song's dazed, intoxicating allure—like a drunken housewife, so different from the gentle, caring woman who doted on him—Xu Ruizhi found himself entranced.
His Aunt Song was truly stunning.
Unable to hold back any longer, Xu Ruizhi plunged his tongue into her mouth, greedily claiming her saliva, then trailed it over her lips, jaw, collarbone...
Only when it brushed her full, upright breasts did he pause, burying his face in their softness for a "facial cleanse," then flicking his tongue lightly over one untouched crimson nipple...
"Urgh... Ah..."
Song Lianwei let out an unbearable moan, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Sensing her reaction, Xu Ruizhi's heart surged. His massive dragon pressed against her taut belly, just shy of her twin peaks.
He couldn't resist latching onto that plump red grape, sucking greedily...
"Mm~"
Song Lianwei's moans filled the room once more, her seductive timbre driving Xu Ruizhi wilder.
Unlike his mother's faint milky scent, Aunt Song exuded a unique fragrance that stirred a primal urge to conquer.
Xu Ruizhi cupped her lush, bountiful holy mounds, pressing the nipples together into two tempting pink fruits.
Song Lianwei's nipples were large and blood-red, exquisitely beautiful, now swaying invitingly in his palms.
Without hesitation, Xu Ruizhi opened wide, drawing both tender red plums into his mouth.
He savored them while locking eyes on her silkily seductive face, breath hot and hazy.
Her cheeks blazed like sunset clouds, stunningly gorgeous, her eyes devouring him as if she wanted to swallow him whole.
A wicked smile curved Xu Ruizhi's lips. He pulled back, the twin plums slipping free with glistening silver threads trailing behind.
Still fondling her bouncy white bunnies, he murmured slowly, "Aunt Song... you have no idea how tempting you look right now..."
"Don't... tease... me... anymore!" Song Lianwei gasped, her husky, enchanting voice laced with contradiction.
Her quasi-plea pushed Xu Ruizhi to his limit. His dual cultivation qi churned wildly, boiling his blood. Reluctantly releasing her peaks, he slid downward to her pelvis, ripping open her adult diaper but leaving it beneath her plump rear. The area was a flooded disaster—wet streaks matting her pubic hair into disarray, her full, juicy privates a muddy mess, crowned by an adorable pink pearl.
Xu Ruizhi swallowed hard, then gently pinched that little nub.
"Ah... Mm... Don't... touch!"
Song Lianwei's shy cry escaped again, her ripe body blending girlish embarrassment with tension—a potent mix that thrilled him more.
Prime quality! Absolute prime!
Xu Ruizhi wasn't some naive boy; he'd discussed this with classmates. Women like her—maiden purity fused with matronly seduction—were rare gems, every man's dream.
Then, the Huangdi Neijing in his mind pinged again, filling him with glee: her sensitive spot was right there.
This was its second hint!
Song Lianwei was now ripe for the taking. Teasing her spot—what would that do?
Xu Ruizhi ached to find out!
No rushing the first time. He needed to leave a deep impression, make her thighs clench at the sight of him, craving only him for round two, three, four...
Though his own qi screamed for release.
He lowered his head to that enchanting pink valley, then leaned in, flicking his tongue tip lightly...
"Mm..."
Song Lianwei jolted violently, her long legs clamping his head deeper.
Delighted by her intensity, Xu Ruizhi dove in, tongue burrowing to her depths, exploring her canal.
"Ah... Mm... No... No... That's... dirty!"
Her body quaked; she never imagined such a reaction from contact there.
"Not dirty at all—super clean. You must wash your little pussy every day. It smells like fresh grass, so good..." Xu Ruizhi teased between laps.
"Ah... Ah... Mm... No... Can't... like... this..."
She kept crying "no," her voice hoarse and ragged, throat parched from overuse.
Yet her hands pressed his head firmly, refusing to let go, her creamy waist arching to feed him deeper. Paired with her pained-yet-pleasured moans, it was pure temptation, half-hearted resistance at its most seductive.
"Aunt Song, you're not being honest. Your mouth says no, but your hands hold my head tight!"
Grinning mischievously, his tongue probed anew. He felt her walls contracting, resisting—imagine my cock in there...
Tsk, so exciting!
Song Lianwei couldn't fathom her body's betrayal, but thinking was beyond her now—just endless gasps and moans.
Her sole urge: deeper, more...
She wasn't promiscuous; none of her exes had even kissed her. Yet now she craved him advancing further.
Seeing her entranced, Xu Ruizhi hit his breaking point. He withdrew his tongue, lewd strands dripping obscenely.
Kneeling between her pale thighs, he lifted her round, perky ass, aligning his dragon with her soaked valley. Meeting her hazy eyes, he rasped, "Aunt Song, I'm going in! Can't hold back!"
Her gaze cleared slightly at his words. Staring at his iron-hard shaft, her face burned hotter; she shyly turned away.
That bashful allure undid him. Slowly, he pushed in...
"Ah..."
As he entered, Song Lianwei lost control again, crying out.
His glans inched deeper, careful with his girth and length—she needed time to adjust, or he might hurt her.
Moving agonizingly slow, each bit brought waves of pleasure, pores flaring, a wondrous thrill making him yearn to thrust fully.
"Mm..."
Finally, fully sheathed, he hit an obstruction—the membrane.
Deep breath. Silently chanting, he circulated his qi via the Huangdi Neijing.
"It'll hurt a bit next—bear with it. I'll go slow, gentle, make you feel good..." he said tenderly.
"Mm..." Song Lianwei nodded weakly, too drained to speak.
Waist forward— the thin barrier tore, half his length plunging in.
"Ah..."
Pain ripped a groan from her; virgin blood trickled from her valley onto the diaper, staining white with crimson drops.
In a flash, post-breakthrough, before savoring the tight, wet embrace, heat surged from their union into her, jolting both bodies!
Pure energy from her depths flowed into him endlessly—blissful.
Yuan Yin Qi!
This was what he'd craved!
So potent from her—thirty, untouched. No wonder.
It flooded his dantian, refined into yang qi via semen essence, cycling back through his dragon, growing, converting—endless yin-yang fusion, pure ecstasy.
Song Lianwei drowned in pleasure; her throat healed, pain vanished, drug haze lifted, skin silkier, her scent intensifying.
"Doesn't hurt anymore? Then I'm moving."
Her hot walls massaged him like a pro, nearly making him burst.
She closed her eyes silently.
He began thrusting gently, each stroke sparking new sensations in her.
Under relentless stimulation, she trembled, biting her lip, clutching sheets, body rigid, nails digging in.
Her massive breasts jiggled wildly, crimson tips vivid and dripping allure.
Xu Ruizhi reveled in the joy while circulating the Huangdi Neijing. Heat climbed his spine, warming his muscles in rhythmic pulses.
Their junction slapped rhythmically—"thud thud"—her thick ass quivering with each impact, waves of pleasure crashing through her. Milky juices gushed, soaking the sheets; the room reeked of lust.
"Pa pa pa~~~"
Her pussy burned hotter, an inexplicable surge building—then erupting in orgasmic spasm.
Seizing the moment, Xu Ruizhi inhaled and hilted fully.
"Ah!"
Her shrill scream marked total penetration.
"Hiss!"
He gasped at the tight, warm wetness—soul-shaking, body quaking in unprecedented rapture.
"Mm~"
Song Lianwei's face twisted in bliss, a low moan escaping.
"Pa pa pa~"
His dragon rampaged tirelessly inside her.
Hands kneading her bountiful breasts, he savored their elastic fullness—perfection.
Her slick walls fueled his relentless vigor.
"Mm..."
Intense pleasure drew another moan; she arched back against the headboard, still provocatively posed, matching his rhythm.
"Ah... Mm... Ah..."
Her face flushed pink, body convulsing, brows furrowed in pained ecstasy. Long legs clamped his waist, hips grinding.
Xu Ruizhi thrilled at this new side of her—legs hoisted high, ankles slender and pale, ass twisting under impacts, breasts bouncing hypnotically.
Irresistible to any man.
"Aunt Song, I'm gonna cum," he panted, sweat beading, frenzy peaking.
Her eyes snapped open: "No, don't cum inside!"
"Can't hold it."
His body betrayed him, dragon primed to erupt.
"Stop! You can't cum inside!"
He barely heard, face flushed crimson, yanking her into an embrace, crushing his lips to hers.
The dragon ravaged wildly, nearing climax.
"Ah..."
Her soul-melting cry peaked as it throbbed, then exploded.
"Bang!"
Scorching seed flooded her; she clenched fiercely, face blooming scarlet.
Xu Ruizhi grunted, collapsing atop her, heaving—exhausted, yet unwilling to withdraw.
Sensing her warmth, he noted a new warm current in his dantian—profound comfort.
Qi Refining Stage!!!
Xu Ruizhi nearly exploded with joy. He'd advanced just like that??