There was a sound outside the door.
Fu Jiuxin suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body on alert, ready to leap up at any moment.
"Meow..." came another very faint meow; it was a wild cat calling for its mate.
Fu Jiuxin breathed a sigh of relief, but his sleepiness vanished completely.
He turned to look at Dou Akou lying beside him.
The late spring night was a bit hot. Dou Akou was a restless sleeper. She kicked off the covers, her hands and feet sprawled haphazardly outside the covers, and slept soundly.
Fu Jiuxin sighed, pulled the blanket up to her chest, and intended to cover her with it.
Unexpectedly, Dou Akou muttered a few words and flung the blanket away.
With a flick of her wrist, she caught her undergarment, which was swept away along with the blanket. Her pair of snow-white, full breasts bounced slightly, as if celebrating their release from the constraints of the undergarment.
Under the moonlight, a single red plum blossom on the white snow, so beautiful and alluring, suddenly entered Fu Jiuxin's field of vision.
Fu Jiuxin suddenly closed his eyes, and a surge of heat rose up in his lower abdomen.
He turned his head, closed his eyes tightly, groped for the corner of the quilt, and hastily wrapped Dou Akou up tightly.
Dou Akou was very angry in her sleep. Who was roasting her with fire?
She kicked her feet in a huff, struggling like a fish out of water, and kicked away the blanket that Fu Jiuxin had painstakingly wrapped around her.
The man reluctantly opened his eyes, deliberately avoiding looking at her upper body, intending only to cover her lower body. But then he saw something he shouldn't have—
Dou Akou's underwear was loose, and because of her kicking movements, it slid down her thighs to her groin, where it bunched up in a wrinkled mess.
This is practically a war.
Fu Jiuxin struggled to tear his gaze away from her snow-white legs, his breathing becoming heavy.
He turned his back, no longer intending to pay attention to Dou Akou, silently reciting in his heart: "Do not look at what is improper, do not speak what is improper, do not do what is improper—"
He froze. Dou Akou had moved closer to him without him noticing, her two soft breasts pressing against his back, the sensation clearly felt even through the thin layer of clothing.
What was that again?
Fu Jiuxin tried his best to recall, but his mind was blank, filled only with the image of Dou Akou's well-developed body that he had just seen.
His senses acted before his reason. Dou Akou felt a sudden heaviness in her body, and she opened her eyes groggily, only to see the gentleman's eyes, which were faintly red.
She opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Fu Jiuxin's breath gently brushed against her chest, bringing a tingling sensation. Dou Akou was somewhat aware of what was about to happen, and a vague sense of fear crept in. But the one holding her at this moment was her master; his body temperature, his scent—everything about him belonged to the man she loved most.
Dou Akou blushed, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly closed her eyes.
When Fu Jiuxin's kiss landed, Dou Akou trembled uncontrollably.
She had stolen kisses from him before, but those were just her clumsy, one-sided crushes. Now, however, the power was in his hands, and this time, compared to her previous fleeting kisses, it was much more moving.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, their teeth met, and when they parted, a silver thread meandered through them, making one blush and their heart race.
As Fu Jiuxin kissed her downwards, he slowly tugged at his own clothes.
Dou Akou's toes curled up unconsciously as she breathed heavily, fueled by the fire Fu Jiuxin had poured upon her.
He caressed her body like a zither, gently plucking and twisting, and wherever his palms moved, Dou Akou softened into a pool of spring water.
The fingers that were playing the zither gradually moved to the lush grass, and when the fingertips touched it lightly, they suddenly sank in.
Dou Akou cried out in surprise and immediately closed her legs.
"Akou, relax." Fu Jiuxin wasn't much better off, his voice was shockingly hoarse, "I can't get out."
Dou Akou shyly parted her legs slightly, and Fu Jiuxin's fingertips withdrew, suddenly bringing a sense of emptiness.
Her lower body was already soaked with a glistening pool of juice.
Fu Jiuxin felt an intense heat in his lower abdomen, as if it were about to explode. The pain was unbearable. He finally loosened his belt, rolled over, and pressed himself against Dou Akou again.
Dou Akou was in a daze when she suddenly felt a burning heat and hardness at her waist. She was so frightened that she opened her eyes wide and stared at Fu Jiuxin's member peeking out from her disheveled undergarments.
Those are Mr.'s "cat ears".
Dou Akou had taken advantage of many gentlemen in the past, touching and looking at them. But under the moonlight tonight, their angry, bristling fur still terrified her.
Dou Akou was frightened. She raised her foot to block Fu Jiuxin, who was about to fall on her: "Sir..."
Unexpectedly, she slipped and stepped on Mr. Fu's cat ears, pressing them against Fu Jiuxin's abdomen.
Fu Jiuxin groaned in pain. Beneath him was Dou Akou, whose legs were raised high and still stepping on him. Unconsciously, this position exposed the scenery of a fertile land to Fu Jiuxin's eyes, and everything fell into his view.
The last vestige of clarity, like a string stretched too tight, snapped with a crack.
Fu Jiuxin could no longer restrain himself. In that position, he parted Dou Akou's legs and thrust inside.
The joy that Dou Akou had just experienced, brought on by Fu Jiuxin, was completely wiped out by the sudden, tearing pain.
She cried out, "Sir, it hurts!"
As a virgin, she subconsciously resisted the intrusion of the foreign object, but the layers of contraction only amplified Fu Jiuxin's extreme pleasure.