After Transmigrating Into the Book, Prime Minister Made My Legs Weak

Chapter 53

Ji Sang was forcefully pushed into the prison cell. Her frail body couldn’t withstand the shoving of the towering jailer. With a stumble, her entire body almost fell to the ground, causing both of her hands to scrape and bruise.

Wen Jian didn’t have time to catch her and quickly took a step forward, crouching down to help her. His tone was filled with concern, “Are you okay?”

Ji Sang’s eyes immediately turned red, as if she had suffered a great grievance. She pushed him away abruptly and said, “Mind your own business.”

After spending three years outside, Ji Sang had grown stronger. She pushed Wen Jian to the ground once again. “Uh...”

Wen Jian, after all, was the current prime minister. The emperor had only ordered for him to be imprisoned, without specifying any specific punishment or removal of his position. Perhaps it was just a matter of keeping him locked up for a day and then releasing him. These jailers knew their place, and upon seeing that Wen Jian was about to be attacked again, they swiftly drew their blades and pointed them at Ji Sang’s head...

Wen Jian’s face turned pale with fear. He immediately held Ji Sang in his arms, his powerful aura suddenly emanating. His dark eyes glared coldly at the jailers and said, “Outrageous!”

“What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to assassinate a high-ranking official of the court in front of me?”

“Sir, we dare not!” The jailers didn’t expect to see the marks on Wen Jian’s neck where Ji Sang had grabbed him. Now he was protecting her, even displaying a murderous intent towards them. They were frightened and lowered their heads in fear.

“Get out of here!”

“Don’t disturb us unless it’s an emergency!”

What’s going on...?

The jailers exchanged glances, but they could only respond with a frightened “Yes” and hurriedly retreated.

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The prison cell was extremely quiet.

Wen Jian held onto her and didn’t let go. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils.

“Let go of me.”

Ji Sang sniffed, her back slightly arched, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, and her small face wrinkled. When she glanced at him, her dark eyes were filled with coldness.@@@@

Wen Jian was deeply wounded by that gaze, piercing through his already fragmented heart and lungs. It hurt so much that he couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t seen her for three whole years, and from such a close distance, her skin was still fair and delicate, as fragile as a blown bubble. Her slender neck peeked out from her clothes, with gentle contours. Despite wearing men’s clothing, she couldn’t conceal her captivating curves.

He had missed her for three years.

Feeling that life had lost its meaning, but what about her?

She had actually spent three years with Jiang Bei!

Just the thought of it made him burn with jealousy.

His fingers suddenly pinched her chin, his head lowered abruptly, and his thin lips pressed against hers. Due to the lack of control, their lips collided, and he accidentally hit her teeth. She opened her mouth in pain, and his tongue forcefully intruded into her mouth, stirring the saliva within, forcefully capturing and sucking on her tender lilac tongue.

The kiss carried a sense of punishment.

Ji Sang’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she met the enigmatic gaze of the man, as if he had spilled ink, trying to absorb her entirely into his body. Her mouth hurt from the kiss, and it was immediately filled with a taste of blood. She desperately tilted her head back, trying to avoid his forceful attack, but he suddenly grabbed the back of her head, and the intense kiss continued, his tongue scorching as if it wanted to melt her entire being.

“Mmm... Wen Jian... Let go... Mmm...”

She whimpered in dissatisfaction from her nasal cavity, her words unclear. Her hands pressed against his chest, which was pressing down on her, and she could feel his strong heartbeat through the fabric.

His movements were urgent and rough, squeezing her waist almost to the point of breaking. The scorching heat of his palm roamed around her waist, causing her body to tremble lightly. However, his movements never went further.

Ji Sang was both embarrassed and annoyed by the kiss. Her body, sensitive from a long absence of physical contact, became weak. A warm current flowed from the depths of her thighs...

Wen Jian finally released her lips, his eyes fixed on her, his chest rising and falling heavily. The hot breath blew onto her face. His fingertips caressed her cheek, as if caressing a precious treasure.

“Sang Sang, I’m sorry.”

Ji Sang’s back stiffened, and she looked at him, panting for breath.

“I shouldn’t have hidden your physical condition from you.”

“But...”

“Three years of punishment is enough, Sang’er. Touch this area of mine. It’s been hurting ever since you left.”

He spoke as he held her hand and pressed it against his heart. Ji Sang forcefully pulled her hand out of his grasp, but he exerted such great strength that he didn’t give her a chance to escape. She glared at him angrily, “I see you’re very strong. You don’t seem to be in any pain at all. You were overjoyed with the imperial marriage.”

Wen Jian’s dark eyes suddenly brightened.

“Are you... jealous?”

Ji Sang pursed her lips, staring at him with frustration, but remained silent.

“You spent three years with Jiang Bei. Aren’t I the one drowning in jealousy?”

Ji Sang choked, feeling like she was somehow in the wrong.

She cleared her throat and said, “I have nothing with him, really!”

She didn’t dare to scream loudly, suppressing it at the back of her throat. It came out intermittently due to the impact, and her moans were filled with a seductive and tantalizing tone. The pleasure pushed her to the point of tears, with her breasts swaying enticingly in front of him with every movement.

With one arm supporting himself on the bed, Wen Jian continued thrusting upwards while enjoying her restrained yet pleasurable appearance. It was truly a unique visual feast, driving his member to swell even larger.

He was ecstatic in his heart, wanting to penetrate deeper, even deeper, and make her soar to the heavens.

Ji Sang blushed as he watched her, twisting her petite body and climbing onto his broad shoulders. Aside from the mess in the area of their pants, his official attire remained immaculate. She felt dissatisfied and reached out to pull at his collar.

Seemingly aware of her intentions, he deliberately intensified his movements, repeatedly inserting his large shaft into her sensitive spot. It made her waist tremble uncontrollably, and she leaned forward, her small hands relying on his clothes. She could hear the sound of his big cock thrusting inside with a “puchi-puchi” motion, accompanied by the light sound of “papapa.” Her vision became hazy, and various indescribable pleasures circulated throughout her body. Her petite buttocks subtly moved to match his rhythm, and her body trembled intensely.

Crying out in her mouth, she said, “Wu wu wu... Slow down...”

Wen Jian gripped her waist, lowered his head to lick and kiss her breasts. His hands squeezed and molded them into various shapes, while the area where their genitals connected became wet. He repeatedly targeted her sensitive spots, and after about ten thrusts, her entrance suddenly clenched, and a long cry escaped from her throat as a wave of liquid sprayed out.

Her passage contracted intensely, and Wen Jian was overwhelmed by the tightness, quickly pulling out. A surge of trapped fluid gushed out.

He made her kneel on the bed.

Her legs spread wide, exposing her wet opening. He leaned in, his mouth enveloping it, and he sucked forcefully, his rough tongue encompassing the swollen and quivering bud. He circled and licked it, causing Ji Sang, who was already in the throes of squirting, to scream uncontrollably. Her legs almost gave way, and she once again released a flood of fluid, spraying Wen Jian’s face.

Wen Jian didn’t stop there. His large tongue maliciously licked from the top to the bottom of her entrance, and the tip of his tongue repeatedly teased the intensely contracting opening. Ji Sang’s entire body was consumed by desire, feeling the scorching sensation of his tongue on her entrance. Every time his tongue brushed against it, her opening convulsed as if trying to retain something. When Wen Jian’s tongue grew tired, he used his prominent nose to rub against her, smearing it with her lewd juices. His fingers pinched and kneaded the trembling bud.

After repeating this novel experience a few times, she couldn’t bear it any longer. A flash of white light filled her mind, and she completely lost control, her lower region becoming a mess. Her hands were no longer able to support her, and her upper body fell onto the bed, causing her raised buttocks to become even higher.

Wen Jian stood up straight, leaning against the edge of the bed, and pulled her backward. He gripped his erect member and slapped her buttocks, occasionally hitting between her buttocks. The slapping caused the fluids to splash onto her thighs. “Sang’er, you’re so wet.”

“Slap, slap,” two more sounds followed.

His big cock was thick and hard, carrying a distinct heat. The slapping action brought about an inexplicable sense of shame, yet it provided the desired hardness. It made Ji Sang’s throat emit trembling gasps.

She was tormented by this tearing sense of shame and an intense desire in her body, crying out while twisting her buttocks and pushing back with her hands. She shook her head and cried, “Don’t... Wen Jian... Don’t do this...”

However, Wen Jian firmly held her hands behind her back. The rounded glans forcefully pressed against the flowing entrance, “Like this then?...”

Ji Sang was pulled forward, half of her body raised. Her breasts hung in mid-air, and her nipples rubbed against the bedsheet. His large cock thrust all the way in, once again filling her tender opening to the extreme.

“Wu wu wu... It’s too much...”

She was overwhelmed with pleasure, her beautiful toes curling.

Wen Jian stopped talking and focused on the task at hand. He thrust deeply, causing Ji Sang’s body to jerk forward. However, he held onto her hand while pushing forward and pressing against her, hitting the deepest recesses almost every time, causing a tingling sensation. After dozens of thrusts, his large glans suddenly squeezed into the tightest crevice. Ji Sang felt an overwhelming sensation, as if a mountain was crashing down on her. Her eyes rolled back, and she momentarily fainted, feeling as if she had been thrown into the clouds...

When she slowly regained consciousness, her body had been flipped over by the man. Her legs were spread wide open, and the robust shape of the penis was visible on her thin abdomen. She felt as though the man in front of her was about to penetrate her completely, and she cried, tears, snot, and saliva flowing...

“Ah... Ahhh...”

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Wen Jian lasted for an exceptionally long time, and she couldn’t remember which time it was when she squirted. He finally ejaculated slowly.

The two clung tightly to each other, covered in sweat, as if they had been pulled out of water.

Wen Jian was afraid she would catch a cold, so he stretched his body, took off the obstructive clothing, and covered both of them with the blanket. Without withdrawing from her, he held her tightly, lowered his head, and kissed her again.

Ji Sang moaned softly from the kisses, “No more...”

Wen Jian chuckled softly, “Sang’er, it’s been three years... you must love me well...”

As he spoke, he deliberately pushed his hardened member inside her again, and his large palm began to fondle her breasts...

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Outside the prison cell.

“Did you hear any sounds?” The prison guard who had just been reprimanded spoke up.

“It sounded like... something...”

“Why does it feel a bit... like that?” The other prison guard blushed, considering it impossible, and hesitantly responded.

The reprimanded guard pondered for a moment, then snorted, “Hmph! It’s just Master Wen and General Ji locked inside. What kind of sounds could there be? What are you thinking?!”

“Fuck! Could it be that Master Wen is disciplining General Ji?! Director Lin, should we go and take a look? Don’t let it turn deadly.”

The reprimanded guard also stood up, looking as if he was about to inspect the cell.

The person called Director Lin raised his face, slapped each of them on the back, and said, “If you want to stay alive, mind your own business and don’t get involved. You wouldn’t even know how you died.”

The guards exchanged glances.

Director Lin dusted off his hands, stood up, and said, “Let’s go. Go back earlier today, leave one person on duty at the entrance. Pretend you didn’t hear anything, got it?”

The guards hurriedly responded, “Yes.”

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