Chapter 172: Extra Finale

[Pre-chapter note: This extra is spicy and full of heat; minors had better refrain from reading.]

[Note the words “spicy and hot”—proceed with caution.]

[Warning: Erotic scale exceeds standard limits.]

On a clear, breezy summer day, invited by Chen Jia’s little “Tudou,” Yuanzi took her younger brother and sister to the Chen residence to play.

Having a rare moment of peace and quiet, Bao Ning took a long nap at noon.

When she woke up, the room was already shrouded in dusk, the bed curtains taking on a dim yellow hue. Pei Yuan was sitting beside her, washing grapes.

“Have you gone mad?” Bao Ning took a sharp breath, raising her hand to push him. “Why are you washing them here? Getting the quilt all wet—if you want to eat them, go wash them outside.”

Pei Yuan let her push him without dodging, instead casting a faint, brooding look at her: “Washing them clean so they’ll be easy to use later.”

Bao Ning didn’t understand. She turned over to lie on her side, pulling Pei Yuan’s hand as she acted coy: “I’m hungry, I want to eat a small snack—is there any?”

Pei Yuan pointed his chin toward the small low cabinet at the head of the bed, atop which sat a pot of plum wine emanating a rich fruity fragrance, its spout long and curved. He asked, “Want to drink?”

“We haven’t even had dinner yet, why drink wine?” Bao Ning felt Pei Yuan was growing increasingly strange. Sitting up to put on her clothes, she paid him no further mind and ran out with pitter-patter steps: “I’m going to ask Nanny Liu what we’re having for dinner tonight.”

Remembering something, Bao Ning stopped at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe to turn and ask Pei Yuan: “What do you want to eat? I can add a dish for you.”

“The thing I want to eat, I have to make myself.” Pei Yuan kept his head down, washing grapes, the corners of his mouth curving up pleasantly. “I’ll share some with you later.”

“So mysterious.” Bao Ning cast him a puzzled look, paid it no mind, pursed her lips, and left.

Sure enough, Pei Yuan didn’t come out to eat dinner; he guarded the things he had prepared, washing and scrubbing, preparing until dark. After finishing her meal, Bao Ning went out for a stroll with A’huang’s offspring. When she entered the room, Pei Yuan was already sitting upright and proper at the head of the bed, his jet-black eyes staring at her with a half-smile.

Bao Ning looked at his eyes, then looked at the lamps neatly lit all across the room, instantly getting a bad premonition.

A bad trait rooted deep in Pei Yuan’s nature was that whenever he did that thing, he insisted on lighting the lamps—wishing he could move the sun into the room so that every single detail could be seen clearly. Bao Ning felt embarrassed and had resisted before, but to no avail.

This posture made Bao Ning nervous: “You…”

Before her words could come out, Pei Yuan interrupted her: “It wasn’t easy to get a chance to go all out and enjoy ourselves with no one to disturb us. How could we not treasure it?”

“Right?” he asked.

Bao Ning blinked: “But…”

Pei Yuan gave her no chance to refuse at all. Getting up, he walked to her side, lowering his head to unfasten the frog buttons on her front lapel: “Let me.”

He was very patient, as if enjoying the process, slowly taking off her clothes piece by piece. Bao Ning looked up at him, and despite having experienced this many times, she couldn’t help turning red to her ears, feeling as if she were a boiled egg being peeled out of its shell by Pei Yuan in a slow, methodical manner, just waiting for the egg white inside to be exposed before taking a bite.

Unfastening the final undergarment, the peaches on her chest bounced out. Bao Ning shuddered, hurriedly raising her arms to cover them.

Pei Yuan moved her hands away, encircling her waist with one hand to lift her up slightly, making Bao Ning involuntarily arch her chest. He leaned down and bit gently into that tremulous, fair fullness, leaving a red teeth mark. Accompanied by Bao Ning’s startled cry, Pei Yuan let out a light laugh: “Quite chewy.”

Bao Ning’s eyes were glistening wet; she wanted to refute him, but didn’t dare.

Pei Yuan listened to her on ordinary days, but never listened to her in bed—he possessed a perverted streak of paranoia and dominance when it came to this matter.

“Your eyes are wet.” Pei Yuan pressed his lips against her eyelids, sucking gently, his hand reaching down along her lower abdomen to between her legs, fingers sliding inside: “Let me feel if it’s wet down here… Mm, a little bit, not enough, need to work harder.”

Held in his embrace, such actions made Bao Ning feel ashamed, yet a faint sense of anticipation stirred in her heart. She closed her eyes, amplifying the sensations below infinitely. Pei Yuan’s rough fingertips rubbed against her softest spot—a little stinging, but mostly a melting itch.

Pei Yuan kept his eyes fixed on her expression, watching Bao Ning’s eyelids tremble. He loved her vulnerable, submissive state at this moment. Curving his lips into a smile that he quickly reined back, he joined two fingers together and thrust abruptly into that soft little hole. Encountering only a slight obstacle, he quickly touched the tender flesh inside. Using his nails to scrape slowly, Bao Ning’s lower abdomen contracted, and she couldn’t help crying out.

Maintaining this posture, Pei Yuan carried her to the bed. Bao Ning lay flat on her back on the soft quilt. Pei Yuan lifted her left leg to rest over his shoulder, leaning down with one hand supporting himself by her waist while his other hand remained inserted there, never coming out.

He thrust in and out rapidly a few times, and Bao Ning hummed along with his movements. Sturred up by the sounds overflowing from her mouth, the blue veins on Pei Yuan’s forehead throbbed. He pinched her flower core fiercely with his fingernail, and following Bao Ning’s startled cry, pulled out his two fingers, replacing them with three to thrust inside, even wickedly curling one finger to stretch the little hole even wider.

“Hurry up and flow out some water.” Pei Yuan used three fingers to dig and knead her inner walls, leaving his thumb to press heavily against her flower core. “I’m in a rush.”

How could Bao Ning withstand such an assault? She instinctively tried to bend her knees and bring her two legs together, attempting to squeeze Pei Yuan’s hand out. Pei Yuan forcefully pried her legs apart, leaning low to press his head against her chest to suck on her red tip, then raised his head, staring intently at the patch of tender flesh connected to his fingers.

Water was already abundant, even being whipped into foam by the fast-moving fingers. Bao Ning bit her arm to keep from crying out; unsatisfied, Pei Yuan’s eyes caught sight of the curved-spout wine pot sitting at the head of the bed, his expression brightening slightly.

“Don’t…” Under Bao Ning’s terrified gaze, Pei Yuan pulled his fingers out, then reached out a long arm to grab the wine pot. His free hand pressed against the back of her knees, folding them toward her chest until that pink little hole became the highest point of her entire body before stopping.

Looking at the twitching small opening before him, Pei Yuan shook the wine pot in his hand, asking with a smile: “Baobao, do you want to drink some plum wine?”

Bao Ning shook her head, her voice already carrying a crying tone: “I don’t want to… I beg you.”

“But it wants to.” Pei Yuan raised an eyebrow, his palm rubbing that patch of flesh for a moment, before inserting two fingers to stretch open the entrance, slowly sliding the long, curved spout of the wine pot inside piece by piece.

The wine pot wasn’t thin; the thickest part was nearly three fingers wide, and even the thinnest part was one finger wide, shaped strangely—as if custom-made for this purpose.

Bao Ning had no energy to think carefully about where this pot had come from; all her senses were taken over by the icy, hard touch there. This was an experience she had never had before. As Pei Yuan pushed forward, she could even feel the spout breaking through the tightly clinging tender flesh layer by layer, expanding the inner walls until it fit snugly against the entire passage without a seam…

This stimulation made Bao Ning shake her head and weep: “No more… it’s going to be stretched broken…”

“It won’t break that easily.” Pei Yuan squatted down, leaning close to look at the tender flesh stretched white, tightly clinging to the bronze-colored spout—a scene of sheer, excessive eroticism—causing his gaze to darken a few shades further.

Holding the wine pot, Pei Yuan slowly pumped it in and out while Bao Ning struggled to endure it, her toes curling up tight. Who knew how much time passed; just as she felt somewhat accustomed to it, Pei Yuan suddenly glanced at her, an enigmatic smile appearing at the corners of his lips before he abruptly lifted his arm.

“Ngh, ah!” Such a movement caused the spout and the inner wall to fit even tighter. What was even more terrifying was that Bao Ning felt a cool liquid flowing inside. Her waist arched up like a bridge, her eyes wide open staring at the bed curtains, momentarily speechless.

Pei Yuan lightly bit the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, asking: “How much has flowed in? Does it feel good?”

Bao Ning’s tears slid down her cheeks as she shook her head: “I don’t want any more…”

Pei Yuan gave her a deep look: “Fine.”

With that said, he truly pulled the wine pot out cleanly and readily, shaking it slightly—only a layer remained at the bottom.

Pei Yuan probed his finger into the little hole to test it, touching the cool surface of the wine. He nodded with satisfaction: “Not bad, this makes it convenient for cooking later.”

Bao Ning remained in that posture with her legs folded toward her chest. She felt a series of contractions below; although it had hurt when Pei Yuan inserted the wine pot earlier, the stimulation was far greater, bringing her close to the peak. Suddenly pulled out, she actually felt a wave of emptiness and lingering desire.

Realizing that she had actually developed such feelings, Bao Ning’s cheeks turned red as dripping blood—this was simply too… licentious!

“Felt great being worked by the wine pot?” Noticing her expression, Pei Yuan laughed and pinched her plump breast. “Don’t be in a rush, there’s even better stuff coming later.”

Only then did Bao Ning see the tray in his hand, atop which sat a cluster of plump purple grapes and two oranges.

Bao Ning gradually realized what he was about to do. A chill ran down her spine, and she scrambled up wanting to flee: “I’m not playing anymore!”

The liquid wine flowed down her thigh. Pei Yuan’s expression changed; placing the plate on the cabinet, he reached out his arm to snatch her back, followed by two crisp thwacks slapped across her buttocks: “Did I permit you to move? Spilling so much wine—if you spill another drop, you’re going to get it!”

Smarting from the slaps, tears welled in Bao Ning’s eyes as she stood flustered at the foot of the bed. Pei Yuan squinted and signaled to her: “I’ll count to three—get back to the original posture, otherwise…” He lowered his head to look at his own palm.

The burning pain on her buttocks kept Bao Ning from daring to defy Pei Yuan’s words again, and she obediently lay back down.

Even though she already knew what Pei Yuan was going to do, when actually experiencing it, she couldn’t help shuddering. He possessed immense patience, stuffing the grapes into her lower entrance one by one. Stretched until she hummed and whimpered, Bao Ning looked at him pleadingly: “Really can’t take it anymore… about to burst…”

Pei Yuan didn’t listen, insisting on stuffing half the grapes inside, and finally filling in two orange segments as well.

Some grapes and orange segments burst from the squeezing, flowing out sour juices that mixed with the fragrance of the wine, smelling surprisingly pleasant.

Bao Ning had never been stuffed so full; she even suspected that the deepest grape had broken through the small opening at the bottom of the passage and entered her belly.

During this process, she uncontrollably reached a peak once, spurting out even more fluid, making Bao Ning feel even more ashamed to the point of wanting to die.

“Not bad.” Pei Yuan used his thumb to push the outermost orange segment further inward, saying to Bao Ning, “Then shall I begin enjoying the meal?”

Bao Ning felt dizzy; at first she didn’t react to what Pei Yuan meant, until he leaned down, aligning his lips with that orange segment, using his tongue to hook it out, chewing and swallowing it.

His soft tongue scraped across the opening that was already sensitive beyond belief. Bao Ning screamed as she reached yet another peak. Giving her no time to recover, Pei Yuan pressed his lips back against her, probing his tongue deeper, swirling to scrape a circle along the inner walls.

“Don’t… I beg you…” Bao Ning wept aloud, “I can’t take it…”

“I’ve been cooking for so long, you must let me take a few bites.” Pei Yuan sucked on her petals, using the tips of his teeth to scrape her little core. “Besides, don’t you feel good?”

“Don’t use your tongue, I beg you not to use your tongue…” Bao Ning’s legs couldn’t help clamping around Pei Yuan’s head as she cried and pulled his hair, “Don’t touch me there…”

Pei Yuan asked: “There are still quite a few grapes inside. If I don’t suck them out, what if they won’t come out?”

Bao Ning was dazed for a second, taking a good while to react. Feeling extreme shame, she closed her eyes and whispered: “Mash them and they’ll come out.”

Pei Yuan relentlessly asked: “How to mash them?”

“You thrust inside…” As if facing death stoically, Bao Ning opened her glistening eyes to look at Pei Yuan, pleading: “Please thrust inside!”

The blue veins on Pei Yuan’s forehead bulged. He ripped off his belt in one motion, exposing his erect, proud length, then pried Bao Ning’s legs open, thrusting his hips to enter all the way: “Then as you wish!”

“Too deep…” Bao Ning sobbed as he pounded inside. She felt the fruit pulp being smashed to pieces, mixing with her fluid below to become a sticky, sweet juice, making a squelching sound with every thrust in and out.

Pei Yuan entered to the hilt every time—it was a feeling different from before, tighter and firmer, plus the friction of the fruit pulp, making it impossible to stop.

Who knew how much time passed; when the place where they connected was pounded until only foam remained and Bao Ning felt numb, Pei Yuan finally raised his hips and stopped at the deepest point, panting heavily. Gripping and kneading her chest, he felt a surge of fluid rushing into her body, letting out a long sigh of relief.

This long session of lovemaking finally came to an end. Bao Ning sat up with effort: “I want to go take a bath…”

“No rush.” Pei Yuan licked his lips with lingering desire. “The night is still long, and the wine isn’t finished yet. How about you take the top this time?”

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