Wet Point: Chapter 2.6

“Heuh… Euh…”

Yi-an bit his lower lip and trembled subtly. He reflexively twisted his waist at the strange sensation spreading through his entire body. As the nipple not being sucked by the man swayed, a peculiar pleasure scattered like stars across the sky. “Ahhnng…” His limp knees slumped together.

“You said you’d feed me milk, hooo, but the milk I’m supposed to drink is not coming out.”

“Aheuh… Hnnng…”

“Only the pussy juice is oozing out.”

Even after sucking greedily for a long time, the only thing he could feel was his own tasteless saliva. Seeing that the nipple pores showed absolutely no signs of opening, the man scolded Yi-an, inserted his vertically positioned hand between his thighs, and thrust upward.

“Haaah! Ah, hng…!”

Opaque mucus dripped thickly down the back of the man’s hand. He gazed slowly at his hand, smeared with vaginal fluid, then raised it again and thrust it between the split flesh. With his hand caught in the warm crevice, he began to pound rapidly back and forth, making a splashing sound.

“Ah, ahhng! Hnng! Heuhh!”

Splash, splash. As the back of the man’s hand slapped Yi-an’s moist inner flesh, a tingling sensation shot through his lower regions. His sensitive vulva trembled involuntarily, twitching as if gripping something tightly. Instinctively, he tensed his lower abdomen and tightened his thighs, but the man’s hand, trapped between his legs, instead thrust deep upward with a ‘puk!’.

“Hic…!”

As he dug into the flesh as if slapping the pussy, a sticky fluid gushed out from between the red inner flesh, like raindrops falling. Yi-an strained his toes, which were on the verge of collapsing, and struggled to regain his composure.

The man, who had been teasing the breasts and vagina for quite some time, pulled his lips away from the bump with a soft ‘chuup’. As the moist mucous membrane peeled away, the surface of the nipple dried rapidly. The air surrounding it was completely devoid of the warmth and dampness of mucous membranes. Yet, the one nipple swayed, standing stiffly erect as if begging to be sucked even more.

“Fuck. Somehow it feels like I’ve been fucking giving away my dick for free all day long…….”

“Huueehh…”

The man flicked the lewd nipple with his fingertips with a ‘twoong’ and turned his head again to survey the space beyond the wall. Then, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Yi-an’s wrist. Pulling him closer, he plunged Yi-an’s fingers deep into the open box.

“Ah!”

As Yi-an lost his balance and tumbled forward, the white powder inside the box fluttered into the air. At the same time, particles resembling hazy dust were scattered all over Yi-an’s face and fingers.

“Peuueup!”

He let out an involuntary sneeze at the feast of white powder that looked like flour, yet seemed a little finer. As the powder spread, some of it landed on his long eyelashes and settled around his red lips.

The mysterious powder clinging to his lips soon reached the tip of his tongue as Yi-an hurriedly licked his lips. It was tasteless and just dry… it really felt like ground grain powder. Yi-an grimaced and spat out the powder from his tongue. The man, who had been silently watching Yi-an, leisurely opened his mouth.

“Where should I move this?”

“Huh?”

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