[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]
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"Then serve me . . . properly."
The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li's pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars.
"Y-yes your majesty."
Xue Li's hand trembled slightly as she dipped the sponge into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng's shoulders.
The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest.
She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the sponge glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing.
The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine.
Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. "Slower," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip.
Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked.
She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened.
When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled.
Han Feng's silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place.
As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there.
"You're trembling," he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch.
"I-It's the steam, Your Majesty," she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse.
Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. "Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?"
Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on.
"Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
Xue Li bit her lip, her hands shaking as she hesitantly reached for Han Feng's hardened cock, which was fully erect and engorged right now. She couldn't even circle her finger around it of how big it was.
Xue Li began by carefully cleaning the tip of his length with the sponge and down to his balls.
Han Feng groaned, a soft chuckle escaping at the same time. "The trembling of your hands feels so good."
Xue Li's face reddened. "X-Xue Li apologizes for her inexperience, Your Majesty."
Han Feng grabbed her hands and grinned. "Let me teach you then."
Before Xue Li could react, Han Feng gently took her hand and placed it carefully against his shaft. "Start at the tip, slow. Take your time," he said, his voice low and deep.
Xue Li's face flushed deeply, a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty. Her small hands trembled slightly as she followed his guidance, trying her best to meet his expectations.
Han Feng noticed her hesitation and found something endearing in the way she tried so hard to please him, despite her evident shyness and inexperience. Her delicate expression, vulnerable and innocent, only made him more arouse.
Han Feng couldn't help but compare Xue Li to the other women he had sex with. They were experienced, and things came easily.
But Xue Li was different. Her inexperience only deepened his desire, making the moment feel more intense. Her cute face and the vulnerability in her expression stirred something in him—he wanted to dote on her, yet at the same time, he felt an urge to ruin her.
Her fingers were small, her skin slightly rough from the work she had done as a maid. Yet there was something comforting in the way she touched him. Despite the warm water, her hands felt cool against his heated skin, and the contrast soothed him in a way he hadn't expected. It was as if every touch, every gesture, was exactly what he needed.
Han Feng was at the edge of his desire as he guided Xue Li's hands fast and faster at his cock, gripping it tight. His head went back as he found his release, his cum shooting at Xue Li's face.
Han Feng had never been so satisfied until now. His mind was consumed by the vivid memory of Xue Li's hand wrapped around his rigid cock, her fingers milking him for every last drop of pleasure. The sensation had been explosive, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through his body and leaving him desperate for more.
As he gazed at Xue Li's spent form, Han Feng couldn't help but fantasize about sinking his cock deep into her pussy and feeling her tight walls squeeze around him like a vice. He imagined the way she'd writhe beneath him, her face contorted in pleasure as he pounded away inside her . . .
But right now, Xue Li looked like she was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. Her face was smeared with cum and sweat, and she seemed utterly ravaged –– a sight that only served to fuel Han Feng's desire even further.
"Lick it."