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

Chapter 22

“Wen Jian... Don’t...”

Ji Sang instinctively squeezed her legs together and instantly trapped his rough hands. His grip was strong, and the calluses on his palms rubbed against the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, sending waves of pleasure through Ji Sang’s body. Her legs involuntarily parted, and Wen Jian’s palm covered a wet and soft spot.

Ji Sang covered her mouth with both hands, trying to stifle her low moans.

“Ah... Don’t...”

Wen Jian’s long fingers gently caressed her folds, moving up and down a couple of times, eliciting a stream of desire from her. The scorching heat of his breath brushed against her neck. “Sang’er, you’re wet...”

Ji Sang’s face turned crimson, and she bit her red lips. She could only feel his finger teasing her entrance a couple of times before plunging straight in. She arched her back, her pleading gaze tainted with moisture, and her small, soft hands weakly pushed against his arm. “Stop...”

Ignoring her plea, Wen Jian found a considerable amount of wetness inside. Half of his finger slid in, enveloped by the warmth of her fluids. He slid back and forth a few times, his thumb gently stroking her clitoris in circular motions. The entire length of his finger gradually penetrated her, rubbing and thrusting simultaneously...

The intense pleasure surged through her body like an electric current, causing Ji Sang to go weak. She couldn’t sit still and slid down, her hands that were covering her mouth immediately hooking around the man’s neck. With her face tilted upward, she gasped for breath, emitting soft whimpers from her throat. Her moans were mixed with sobbing...

“Mmm... Ahh...”

Wen Jian held her with one arm and pushed her legs open further with his knee. Feeling that one finger wasn’t enough, he added another one, shallowly thrusting them in and out of her wet and tender core, intentionally stirring the lewd sounds of her dripping fluids.

Wen Jian’s chin rubbed against her chest, causing the collar to become disheveled and revealing the bellyband underneath. He lowered his head, accurately capturing one of her nipples between his teeth through the thin fabric. His tongue circled around it, sucking and licking, moistening the fabric and dampening her skin. Ji Sang bit her lip, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Her body was being teased, and her desire was seeping out more and more. The fluids in her core flowed faster.

His fingers thrust harder and harder, and when they hit her sensitive spot, her entire body uncontrollably trembled. The fluids gushed out, staining Wen Jian’s hand.

Wen Jian felt the wild contractions of her passage, but he didn’t stop. While thrusting, his thumb slid back and forth on her drenched clitoris, pressing against the swollen bud.

Overwhelmed by the mind-blowing pleasure, Ji Sang felt like she was about to lose consciousness. Her whole body trembled, unable to suppress her moans and cries. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. In between sobs, she begged, “No more... Wen Jian... Stop...”

Wen Jian waited for her first wave of climax to subside, and then he resumed thrusting his fingers, teasing her for a while. Ji Sang became sensitive again, reaching the peak once more. Her undergarments were soaked, and droplets fell onto the ground, forming a pool of water.

Wen Jian was incredibly aroused, his deep gaze fixed on her flushed face. She was initially sitting sideways, but he gently lifted her waist, causing her to turn and sit with her back to him. He spread her legs, slightly raised her buttocks, and unbuttoned his pants. His rock-hard member sprung out like a steel rod, hitting Ji Sang’s tender buttocks. He guided the shaft towards her wet entrance and slowly inserted it.@@@@

Although Ji Sang had climaxed twice, his size was too large. The first time, she couldn’t accommodate him fully. He gasped heavily and said, “Relax...”

Ji Sang’s remaining rationality kicked in, and she subconsciously closed her legs, shaking her head and crying out, “No, my mother will come over in a moment...”

As she spoke, they heard a sound from the entrance of the kitchen.

It was Wen Li Shi carrying a bucket of cold water.

Ji Sang was startled, and her hands quickly rested on the man’s legs as she sat down abruptly. The shaft didn’t penetrate her entrance and instead rested between her labia, pressing against her delicate bud. It stimulated a tingling sensation, and Ji Sang felt pleasure coursing through her body like an electric shock. However, she didn’t dare to move. Her hazy eyes glanced through the kitchen toward the outside. Wen Li Shi was carrying a bucket of water.

Wen Li Shi seemed to have smelled something burnt and called out from outside, “Wen Jian, the pancakes are almost done. I can smell something burnt here.”

Ji Sang held her breath, afraid to let out any blatant gasps. But the man behind her seemed oblivious to Wen Li Shi’s words. He continued to move his waist, rubbing against her entrance with the firm shaft, neither fast nor slow...

“Why do you squeeze so tightly? Do you want your mother to see?” Wen Jian pressed his voice against Ji Sang’s ear and asked.

Ji Sang trembled, attempting to move away by tiptoeing, but Wen Jian held her waist tightly. “Don’t move... I’ll take care of it.”

He slowly pulled out of Ji Sang’s flower passage, causing a lewd and embarrassing “pop” sound as the opening separated from the glans, releasing a large amount of love fluids and semen. He glanced deeply at the fluids dripping on her fair thigh, then promptly and meticulously helped her adjust her pants. He held her in his arms and sat down in a nearby spot.

The moment Ji Sang heard Wen Li’s voice, her reddened eyes became clear. Her pretty face blushed completely, and she lowered her head, allowing Wen Jian to tidy up. She appeared like an ostrich, but in reality, she was overwhelmed with shame and anger. Without his member blocking her, the semen inside her leaked out. She quickly squeezed her legs tightly, afraid that it would flow out and become a subject of mockery from her mother-in-law.

“Mother, it’s my fault. It seems I’m not suitable for making pancakes,” Wen Jian said, looking at Ji Sang, his voice low and seductive, still carrying the remnants of desire. It sounded particularly pleasing.

“I told you, you always favor Ji Sang. Look at you, instead of looking at the pancakes, you’re accompanying Ji Sang by the fire...” Wen Li Shi’s attention was entirely focused on the food as she complained.

“It’s okay. I’ll eat the burnt ones!” Wen Jian said, reaching out to hold Ji Sang’s hand, comforting her silently.

Ji Sang glanced fiercely at him from the corner of her eye. She had experienced multiple orgasms, her eyes were watery, and that glare was captivating to Wen Jian...

Wen Li put the pancakes on a plate and scolded, “If you don’t eat, who will?!”

Wen Jian didn’t argue further. He glanced at the water stains on the floor, casually kicked some ashes, and covered the semen with them. Ji Sang, sitting beside him, witnessed this scene and felt extreme shame. Her face was so hot that it seemed smoke would come out...

Wen Li carried the plate and looked towards the stove, precisely noticing Ji Sang’s flushed face. She said, “Ji Sang, did the fire make you hot? Your face is so red.”

Ji Sang’s heart trembled, and she only realized her voice came out weak and soft, like water. “Mother...” She quickly cleared her throat. “I’m fine.”

Wen Li didn’t catch anything unusual and simply said, “Don’t burn it. Let’s eat dinner.”

Ji Sang: “...Mm.”

Wen Jian stood up and reached out his hand towards Ji Sang.

Ji Sang angrily glared at him once again and weakly pushed his hand away. She stood up by herself, but in the next second, her legs weakened, almost causing her to stumble. Fortunately, Wen Jian quickly reached out and supported her.

Wen Li turned around and noticed, asking in concern, “Ji Sang? Are you okay?”

Ji Sang was so ashamed that she almost wanted to cry. “I’m... I’m fine. I think I just sat for too long...”

A faint chuckle escaped Wen Jian’s throat.

After experiencing pleasure, her mood was beautifully euphoric.

Yes, she was right.

Her legs were indeed weak.

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