It was certainly not the frail, hunched frame of the old servant...
After ordering the old servant to keep watch, Jiang Yingji drifted off to sleep with a sense of security. Little did she know, however, that such an order could no longer bind the old servant, who had effectively gained control over this body.
Once certain that Jiang Yingji was fast asleep, the old servant suddenly straightened his back. His entire figure seemed to shoot upward, and his appearance underwent a dramatic transformation; he no longer gave the impression of being frail, withered, or hunched over. After all, although she appeared aged, the body of this "Old Servant"—who had been in a vegetative state—was actually only middle-aged; once revitalized, it naturally exuded the allure proper to that age.
Jiang Yingji lay on her back, her body boasting graceful curves and a voluptuous bosom. However, her sleep seemed fitful; the tingling, swelling sensation in her breasts caused her brows to furrow.
To be safe, the Old Servant dissolved a sleeping pill and fed it to her.
One really has to appreciate modern medicine. Although the Old Servant knew many spells to induce unconsciousness, such sinister magic rarely worked on the "Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens"; conversely, modern pharmaceuticals, acting directly within the body, proved effective.
After waiting a while and seeing that Jiang Yingji's brow had smoothed and her breathing had steadied, the Old Servant smiled with excitement.
Climbing onto the bed, the Old Servant hooked the front opening of Jiang Yingji's top and pulled it down; the soft fabric slid beneath her breasts, instantly revealing a pair of firm, voluptuous mounds—clad only in a bra—that seemed to bounce enticingly.
In fact, the Old Servant had personally selected these garments; a knack for playful indulgence was one of the few traits of modern people that the Old Servant admired.
This sheer, open-work lace bra was a prime example. At first glance, the pattern appeared to be a spread of climbing roses and butterflies.
Yet, right in the center—where the butterfly's body should have been—lay a cleverly designed opening; a gentle press on the "butterfly wings" on either side was all it took...
Instantly, a fresh, tender, pink nipple sprang forth. The old servant's eyes gleamed with greed; the tender nipples still held a trace of moisture and the alluring scent of milk. He flicked out the tip of his tongue, gently teasing and swirling around the cherry-red peaks.
Stimulated, the nipples rapidly engorged and hardened, jutting out proudly like two small, ripe grapes—swollen and round, their skins translucent with a hint of purple—exuding an indescribably erotic allure.
They engorged so quickly because they had never truly left a semi-aroused state; during lactation, nipples are exquisitely sensitive—even a baby's vigorous suckling can cause a mix of tingling numbness and pain—let alone those belonging to a "Pure Yin" body, which is naturally hypersensitive.
The engorged, crimson tips were like tiny roly-poly toys; no matter how many times his tongue pressed them down, they stubbornly sprang back upright.
Her soft, ample bosom heaved with increasing intensity. Although the movement wasn't as wild as it would be without a bra, the large, voluptuous breasts were confined within the lingerie; the soft, snowy flesh bulged and pressed against the fabric, creating a deep cleavage. As they rose and fell, the mounds rubbed against each other, quickly glistening with a sheen of perspiration.
"Mmm... mmm... ah..."
Sweet, melting moans escaped Jiang Yingji's lips. It sounded as though she were stirring from her slumber, yet the old servant remained unconcerned. Absorbing the "Pure Yang Essence" was no easy task—it naturally induced a deep sleep—and having also taken a sedative, she was unlikely to wake up no matter how much he toyed with her. Breathing in the rich, sweet, and creamy fragrance wafting toward him, the old servant was suddenly struck by a whim; he shifted positions, having Jiang Yingji lie on her side while he positioned himself opposite her, forming a "69" pose with her naked body.
He lifted one of her long, shapely legs—clad in black sheer stockings—and pressed against it in sheer ecstasy; the smooth texture of the nylon blended perfectly with the fragrant, supple skin of her leg, which featured a slender lower leg and a beautifully curved calf.
Though not as thin as a young girl's, the leg was perfectly proportioned for the "Queen of Shanghai's" physique—tall, elegant, and exquisitely balanced.
Beneath the shapely curve of her calf lay an exceptionally slender lower leg; the ankle was so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand. Hovering there was a foot encased in black sheer stocking—its arch gracefully curved and its lines exquisite—looking indescribably beautiful, like a tender, lustrous lotus petal veiled in a faint black mist.
The old servant unceremoniously took a bite, sucking hard enough to stretch the black stocking slightly at the tip of her toes.
After savoring the foot, he spread her legs wide; the dress, with its daringly high slit, offered no obstruction, leaving the scenery between her thighs fully exposed.
Nestled between her plump, snowy-white buttocks was nothing but a thin black strap; grinning, the old servant easily pushed it aside.
Her full, tender, and succulent sex was pulled open by his rough movement, revealing a patch of soft, peach-pink flesh. There was no trace left of any previous intrusion—clearly, the Queen of Shanghai had cleaned herself thoroughly.
However, that effort was destined to be in vain. For the old servant's wide mouth had eagerly clamped down over the area!
*Slurp... hiss...*
It was as if a large mouth were biting into a ripe, succulent peach; the incredibly soft, tender flesh was instantly parted by the pressure of the lips. The lower lip acted like a plow, sweeping swiftly from the perineum straight up to the delicate flesh between the labia.
Clear, sweet nectar overflowed from the lower lip and the corners of the mouth, looking utterly succulent and delicious.
The old servant's tongue swept and licked repeatedly, while the lips sometimes sealed over the tender folds, sucking and slurping with the intensity of a vacuum cleaner.
Jiang Yingji's body began to tremble; her ample buttocks quivered in spasms of pleasure, and the sounds escaping her lips were like those of a climax in an erotic dream—incoherent murmurs, whimpers, and moans.
One could faintly distinguish the words, "Zhiyu... oh, no..."
The old servant lifted his face, the corners of his mouth glistening with nectar, and then extended his tongue toward the clitoris—which stood erect like a tiny, rosy-red infant's finger, engorged and flushed a deep, alluring pink.
His broad tongue unleashed a rapid, vigorous assault of licking and swirling against that delicate, pink bud, sweeping and pressing it from side to side.
Jiang Yingji's slender waist shook violently, her body arching and writhing like a snake, while her large buttocks quivered uncontrollably. Her tender, rosy labia fluttered rapidly; a gush of pure white nectar suddenly surged from the opening, and simultaneously, her urethral opening pulsed, spurting out a brief jet of clear fluid. The old servant was quick of eye and mouth; before the white fluid could spurt wildly—soaking his clothes and filling the air with a pungent, musky, and lewd scent—he had already caught it all in his mouth.
He narrowed his eyes, swallowing continuously as if savoring a rare delicacy.