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

Chapter 9

“Uh... Ah...”

Ji Sang let out a surprised cry as her fair and tender body was once again held firmly against the bed by the man’s strong arms. Before she could react, her entire body was lying flat on the sheets, and her breasts jiggled back and forth with the intense movements...

Wen Jian’s breath became even heavier... Her skin was overly pale, and with just a slight grip of his fingers, a red mark immediately appeared on her slender waist.

He gazed at the red mark, his black eyes growing even darker. His rough fingertips caressed the reddened area, causing Ji Sang’s body to tremble involuntarily...

It was so itchy.

The loose and oversized undergarments were already hanging loosely on her, and due to the vigorous pulling and tugging, the waistband had almost slipped below her belly button. Her fair abdomen was exposed, and the neatly tied belt became loose. With a gentle pull of his long fingers, the undergarments loosened...

Ji Sang realized what he was about to do, her face blushing crimson. “Wen Jian...”

Wen Jian glanced at her deeply, and then abruptly yanked down her pants, revealing her slender white legs and smooth pubic area devoid of any pubic hair.

His breathing suddenly became heavier, and the exhaled air felt scorching hot.

Ji Sang felt a chill in her legs and nervously and fearfully shifted her body backward. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she let out a scream, “Don’t... ah...”

Wen Jian had already grabbed her delicate feet, spreading her legs apart, his gaze focused on her intimate area.

The two petals of her labia displayed a delicate pink color, and the shy slit was indeed narrow, secreting vaginal fluids.

He seemed to smile, or perhaps it was just a hoarse gasp emanating from his throat. Ji Sang’s ears became numb from hearing it, and she instinctively tried to close her legs, only to be firmly held in place by his large hand...

“Ji Sang, you’re so wet...”

Ji Sang blushed with embarrassment, her entire body turning red. Her ears were so red it seemed they were dripping blood, and she exclaimed, “Wen Jian... please... please don’t look...”

The man extended his fingers and lightly touched the delicate slit from bottom to top. Ji Sang involuntarily trembled and instinctively squeezed her legs together. Wen Jian proceeded to lift her legs onto his broad shoulders, and his fingers once again covered the tender seam. He tried to penetrate the narrow opening but found it too tight to enter more than a tiny bit.

Wen Jian took a deep breath, withdrew his finger, and touched the swollen pearl, gently teasing it. Ji Sang’s legs shook uncontrollably.

“Mmm...”

As she experienced pain, her body naturally contracted. The excessive tightness and wetness enveloped him, the wriggling tender flesh tightly clinging to his shaft. She nearly made him ejaculate with her biting, and the bone-penetrating pleasure surged through his scalp. His muscular arms and legs tensed, restraining himself from moving for the time being.

He felt like he was going to explode!

After a while, Ji Sang’s cries gradually weakened.

He pulled back slightly, relieving the pressure of the tight flesh.

“Don’t move... It hurts...” She sniffled, tears streaming down her face. The damp hair stuck to her cheeks, and she closed her eyes, looking like a pitiful abandoned kitten.

Wen Jian trembled at her appearance, and he ejaculated on the spot.

The scorching semen surged into Ji Sang’s sensitive core, causing her body to shiver unexpectedly. She opened her tear-filled eyes and looked at him.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Wen Jian’s face. He withdrew his genitals, and the mixture of fluids and traces of blood flowed onto the bedsheet.

The pain finally subsided, and Ji Sang felt like her waist wasn’t hers anymore. Dizzily, she propped herself up and moved towards the edge of the bed once again.

Wen Jian embraced her from behind once more. “Where are you going again?”

Tears welled up in Ji Sang’s eyes, a look of grievance on her face. She lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, a hint of shyness still lingering in her gaze. “Didn’t it feel good just now?”

“It wasn’t comfortable enough.”

“Again!”

Ji Sang was once again laid down on the bed by him, and as she thought about the pain from earlier, she struggled and cried, “It hurts... Don’t...”

Wen Jian’s breath grew heavy and ragged. “It won’t hurt this time.”

Ji Sang: “...”

“I promise!”

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