I'll Take a Married Woman's First Anal Kiss Before Her Husband Does
Xiahou Yuan had arranged Lady Gan's ripened body with painstaking care, putting her on full display. Yue Jin was practically bouncing with excitement. The other generals licked their lips.
For Yue Jin, who went wild for erector spinae, Xiahou Yuan added one last flourish. She tipped the kettle, and glistening oil cascaded from the nape of Lady Gan's neck.
The rivulets ran freely along the bow-curved ridge of her waist. When those streams met her well-developed erector spinae, they gathered into a single, thicker current — trickling from her neck to her back, from her back to her waist. A transparent, obscene line traced a straight path down Lady Gan's taut, elastic skin, as if leaving behind the proof of conquest.
The generals' eyes followed that line. They couldn't stand how slowly the oil moved. They wanted to seize Lady Gan's arms that instant and watch that sleek waist fold to its absolute limit. But Lady Gan's forelegs, heavy with the drug, remained firmly planted, holding up her upper body in a pitiful, frozen pose.
Like a current running through a canal, the oil that had flowed between those well-developed erector spinae finally reached the edge — the brink where the vast plain of her buttocks was about to open — and there it pooled, trembling on the verge of overflow. It was, truly, a magnificently developed core.
Even as the late-arriving rivulets joined the pool and the oil's level rose higher still, Lady Gan's muscles held every drop, right up to the breaking point. Was some unconscious compulsion whispering that she must not let it spill?
Watching Lady Gan's body tremble and even spasm as it held the oil, Xiahou Yuan conceived a wicked little prank. Catching the unconscious woman off-guard — every nerve concentrated on her lower back — she gently pinched both of those tightly swollen nipples.
"Hnnngh!"
Lady Gan's entire body shuddered. The erector spinae rippled like a collapsing canal, and at last the oil overflowed, spilling wildly across the broad expanse of her buttocks, her flanks, her thighs. And so Lady Gan's lower body, too, began to be claimed — seized in the hot grip of those oil streams.
That was when it happened.
"S-Sister... are you... in here...?"
Lady Mi's pitiful voice drifted from beyond the canopy. She, too, was wandering, drunk on the drug.
You idiot...! You didn't put her fully to sleep?!
Xiahou Yuan shot a fierce look toward Cao Hong. Cao Hong shook her head and held up three fingers.
I gave her three cups and she's still conscious — what do you want me to do?!
You moron! You should have checked before you brought her!
Hearing Lady Mi's voice, Lady Gan's head moved like a dog catching a scent.
"Mi-lin, I'm... here..."
Cao Hong hadn't even dressed Lady Mi properly — she'd dragged her over still dripping wet. What's more, her limbs hung limp; anyone could see she was intoxicated.
She can't be allowed to see this...
But they had prepared for even this. Lady Zou, who had been standing silently, holding her breath, wordlessly produced a long strip of black cloth and handed it to Xiahou Yuan. It was shaped rather like a sash.
Xiahou Yuan took it with practiced ease and, as if fitting a bridle, gently wrapped it over the dazed Lady Gan's eyes. A curtain of darkness settled over eyelids that had been, just barely, trying to open. Beyond the control of her own body, even her sight had now been stolen.
It wasn't a complete blackout. The fabric was loosely woven, with gaps here and there, so a little still showed through. In Lady Gan's mind, she would probably assume a canopy had been drawn over the massage room...
"Ah... Sister... you're here... thank goodness..."
When Lady Mi's voice came again, closer now, Lady Gan finally stilled her head, as if reassured. Xiahou Yuan wiped a cold sweat and let out a silent sigh.
Cao Hong, you damn fool! She almost woke up!
Sorry, haha. Nothing happened, right?
The girl with the dumpling buns flashed an adorable, wheedling smile. The ice beauty, as if she had no choice, put on a thoroughly furious face — then turned her gaze back to her subject.
That was when a single rivulet, having flowed to the center of those pretty buttocks, went plip — and began its descent into the valley between them. Lady Gan's hind legs had been spread by Xiahou Yuan even wider than shoulder-width, so the spectacle was plainly visible to the generals beyond the glass.
The oil pooling inside a small crater that was breathing, faintly pink, with difficulty... Lady Gan's anus.
Even this hole is rather cute, isn't it?
Xiahou Yuan marveled once more at Lady Gan's flawless body. Then she brought a long, pale finger to that place. She didn't thrust it in. Anyone could see this was a hole that had given, but never received. She merely pressed her middle finger into the pooled oil, as if softly stamping a seal, then lifted it away.
Chup.
The sound of oil popping from that round anus as she pulled her finger away was adorable.
This looks rather delicious... Shall I taste this first?
Xiahou Yuan swept her hair back with purpose — so that her long locks wouldn't get in the way when she put her mouth to it. Those lips that had, only moments ago, been indulging in Lady Gan's mouth were now brought to Lady Gan's ass...
She extended a tongue that was not thick, and licked with a swift, precise stroke.
Slurp.
If an anus could have an expression, it would have been one of bewilderment. Caught before it could even bolt the door, it froze, exposing its tender flesh.
You don't quite understand what just happened, do you? Here — feel it properly this time.
This time she showed no mercy, sweeping across it again and again. Lick, lick, lick, lick.
In that instant — pah! — her tongue was flung back out. There was resistance after all. Even in her drugged state, Lady Gan clenched her anus as if slamming a door shut and bolting it.
Holy hell... the suction is incredible...
A deep movement revealed itself — like the crater of a living volcano swelling to the brink of eruption, then sinking back into the earth. As a result, all the oil that had pooled on the surface was drawn into the anus, absorbed into the rectal walls.
The oil, too, had been laced with a little of the aphrodisiac Water Philopon, and it would begin dismantling Lady Gan from her anus inward — though of course the lady had no way of knowing that.
Well, if she's going to get high, she might as well get high from her asshole all the way to the top of her head.
Xiahou Yuan could feel herself getting a little high, too, from the Water Philopon on the tip of her tongue...
Anyway — how shall I pry open this iron-walled woman's anus?
Xiahou Yuan watched the tightly shut crater at her leisure. It was a drugged body, after all. There was no way she could sustain the specialized act of clenching her anus for long. Sure enough, the anus that had begun to show small cracks of weakness opened again, as innocently as at first, in less than a minute.
Ah, what a truly pretty hole... It suits her ass so perfectly.
Lady Gan's buttocks, developed into a perfect peach shape, were so satisfying that merely looking at them felt like a full meal. Walking those smooth curves that seemed as if they might even give off a fragrance, Xiahou Yuan now wanted nothing more than to slip right into that moist, glistening anus.
Now then, Lady Gan. Don't be afraid anymore. Let's take this new pleasure into your whole body.
With both of her slender hands, Xiahou Yuan gripped the peach as if to split it, and parted the luscious fruit in two. The glistening anus was fully exposed to the world, without the faintest idea why.
A little more — you can open wider than that~
She put more force into both hands pushing the cheeks apart. She spread the ass until it seemed to have reached its absolute limit... Even the anal opening that had been clinging desperately to itself, in that final instant, parted ever so slightly — and showed its inner flesh.
In that instant, Xiahou Yuan sharpened her tongue like an arrow and drove it straight into the hole. Her tongue was buried two knuckles deep.
Slurrrp, shlick, shlick, slurp, slurp!
She washed Lady Gan's oil-smeared hole without a shred of mercy.
Something like a beast's panting burst from Lady Gan's mouth. There was nothing resembling human speech.
What's that? Speak properly. If you tell me to stop, I'll stop. If you can just pronounce "take it out" clearly, I'll take it out, all right?
Xiahou Yuan could well imagine what Lady Gan was trying to say in her head — but not a scrap of meaning came through. And so she continued to ravage Lady Gan's anus. Not a single wrinkle left untouched, not a single nerve overlooked, she poured her tongue and lips and breath and saliva into it with genuine devotion... She was hammering a pleasure Lady Gan had never felt in her life into the woman's body, second by second.
Beyond the glass, the generals watching the scene were beside themselves. It wasn't merely the sense of conquest from penetrating a married woman's anus. What they were looking at was Xiahou Yuan Miaocai herself — the woman who ordinarily maintained her composure without a flicker of disorder.
That General Xiahou Yuan...
Her three-tier cascade of hair bound stylishly and draped to one side, her high-bridged nose and jade-white skin flushed red, those lips that used to spit cold, cutting remarks now pressed to a married woman's anus as the woman knelt like a dog — biting and sucking like a dog herself. As the act grew more violent, her clothes slipped further out of place, and through the gaps her shoulders and collarbones were put on shameless display. Her modest breasts, too — the right one peeked out slightly, a violet nipple appearing shyly, then vanishing again.
Ugh... Mengde, you son of a bitch... Oh, my little sister... Miaocai...
Xiahou Dun ground his molars. But he couldn't stop his cock from lifting its head. And yet Xu Chu, Yu Jin, and Li Dian had no thought of teasing him — their eyes were stolen by the violent battlefield where Xiahou Yuan's mouth and Lady Gan's anus were meeting.
At the end of that ravenous indulgence, the honey of pleasure that had flowed down between Lady Gan's hind legs began to slowly form a lake — and in that lake, without a doubt, the saliva of an ice-cold lotus melting away would occupy no small share.