Guide Her to Nowhere (NPH) - Chapter 46: Holding and Fuck Her
Chapter 46: Holding and Fvck Her
After climaxing twice in a row, Qu Tang felt exhausted. She barely stood, relying only on Yi Jin and the door for support.
She hadn’t caught her breath yet when a scorching, thick, and hard mass pressed against her inner thighs. Qu Tang looked down and saw Yi Jin’s menacing c0ck standing straight up from his crotch. The small opening at the tip glistened with a clear, bright sheen. It was wet.
Qu Tang wanted to escape. Yi Jin’s size made her feel like she couldn’t take it.
Yi Jin noticed her intention. He gripped her waist with one hand and stroked his c0ck up and down with the other, spreading the slick fluids evenly over the shaft for lubrication. Once coated, he pressed it against her again.
Qu Tang panicked and instinctively closed her legs.
Yi Jin wedged his knee between Qu Tang’s thighs, forcing her legs apart. Then he did the same with the other knee.
With little strength left, Qu Tang couldn’t stand once her legs were spread. As she started to slide down, Yi Jin quickly caught her under the knees and pinned her against the door. In this position, she looked just like a child being held up to pee—facing Yi Jin, no less.
It was so humiliating.
“If it hurts, bite me,” Yi Jin said.
“You saying that makes me even more nervous,” Qu Tang replied, wrapping her arms around Yi Jin’s neck. “Be gentle… ahh…”
As Qu Tang spoke, the head of his c0ck suddenly pushed into her pvssy without warning, sliding inward. The folds of her tender flesh stretched slowly, tugging at Yi Jin’s c0ck and resisting his advance.
“So tight,” Yi Jin said, stopping halfway. He kissed Qu Tang. “You’re so hot inside.”
Qu Tang couldn’t bear hearing this. Her cheeks burned as if they could catch fire. “Stop talking.”
Yi Jin laughed. His laughter carried a deeper, more magnetic tone than his words, making Qu Tang’s ears tingle.
His c0ck continued pushing in, gradually reaching the end. When it hit her cervix, Qu Tang went limp in Yi Jin’s arms.
Yi Jin lowered his gaze and noticed red marks on the skin near Qu Tang’s shoulder blades, rubbed raw against the doorframe.
“Let’s go to the bed,” he said. With his c0ck still buried inside her, Yi Jin carried her toward the bed.
As he walked, the organ inside her inevitably shifted. The movement was slight, but since it had just entered, even the tiniest friction was unbearable.
Neither of them could stand it.
Yi Jin laid Qu Tang on the bed. The moment they were down, he eagerly kissed her and began thrusting.
He pulled out halfway slowly, then pushed back in just as slowly. The dual pleasure—physical and spiritual—nearly drove him out of control. He almost lost himself and rammed into her without restraint.
He felt surprised too. Lacking experience, he wasn’t sure if this was normal for Sentinels and Guides during s3x. He sensed his spiritual power being restored, and there was no pain at all. It felt as if he and Qu Tang had a perfect compatibility.
A 100% compatibility between a Sentinel and a Guide had never appeared before. The highest recorded match in history was 95%. Anything above 90% was considered a perfect match, and perfect matches brought comfort without pain.
Everyone knew that Sentinels suffered when comforted by Guides of unequal rank or low compatibility. The pain affected both their spirit and body, its intensity determined by the rank gap and compatibility level.
Over the past few days, Qu Tang had occasionally purified the spiritual bodies of Le Zhi and Le Li. Yi Jin asked them about it, and they both said they felt no discomfort—neither spiritually nor physically.
So he boldly guessed that Qu Tang was one of the rarest Guides: a universal Guide, capable of achieving over 80% compatibility with any Sentinel.
Yet her rank was only D-level, and she could still comfort an S-level Sentinel without pain. By that logic, Qu Tang seemed even more exceptional than a universal Guide.
Her identity might be more mysterious than he imagined, Yi Jin thought. But so what? He wouldn’t let her leave again. Never.
At that moment, the Sentinel’s possessiveness peaked.
Yi Jin’s sudden increase in speed overwhelmed Qu Tang. She slapped his shoulder, signaling him to slow down, but his response was to thrust even deeper and harder.
Worse, Yi Jin kept kissing her deeply, blocking her mouth. She couldn’t even speak. He fucked her so hard that she cried.