Guide Her to Nowhere (NPH) - Chapter 57: Shen Qi, Yi Jin (3P, Part 2)
Chapter 57: Shen Qi, Yi Jin (3P, Part 2)
The drama reached its end, sliding into the closing credits. The melody was soft and soothing, but it mixed with the out-of-place slapping sounds of flesh against flesh.
Qu Tang was lifted onto the sofa, her back to Yi Jin. Her hands braced on his knees as she sat in his lap. Her pvssy, stuffed with Yi Jin’s c0ck, felt swollen, tingly, and numb.
She knelt with her legs spread, in a woman-on-top position. His c0ck reached her deepest parts. She controlled it, lifting her hips and lowering them. Each lift was decisive, but she hesitated and moved carefully when sitting back down.
For Yi Jin, this was torture. The pleasure peaked, then slowed just before the top. After a while, he couldn’t bear it. As Qu Tang lowered herself again, he seized the chance and thrust up hard. His c0ckhead broke through her cervix, squeezing into her womb.
“Ah… mm!” Qu Tang cried out in pain, only to have Shen Qi’s lips and tongue silence her.
Shen Qi knelt in front of her, supporting her body. He let her hands rest on his shoulders so he could kiss her, lick her, even tease her cl!toris.
With his c0ckhead lodged in her womb, Yi Jin paused for several seconds before letting Qu Tang lift her hips.
“So tight,” Yi Jin said, breathing heavily against her ear. Then he chased her rising hips and thrust in hard again.
Her most private place breached, Qu Tang spasmed instinctively. But after several times, all she felt was soul-shaking pleasure.
No wonder the author designed it this way—Guides’ bodies adapted to s3x as exceptionally as Sentinels’ five senses.
Every sensitive spot ignited, Qu Tang’s mind nearly detached from the bliss. She clawed Shen Qi’s back and bit his shoulder when he nibbled her br3asts. Later, even that didn’t work. Under Yi Jin’s relentless fucking, she trembled into an orgasm.
Her vision went white, and her consciousness slipped away.
She fainted.
Shen Qi caught Qu Tang’s body and carried her to the room. He kissed her cheek and called her name, but Qu Tang didn’t respond.
In truth, Qu Tang wasn’t out for long. She drifted in a haze, still faintly aware. She heard Shen Qi call her name and felt his fingers reach into her pvssy, scooping out the semen Yi Jin had left inside bit by bit.
She even felt her pvssy reflexively clench his fingers, then slowly leak more fluids.
Her body was too sensitive.
Qu Tang forced herself awake and opened her eyes to see Shen Qi above her.
Shen Qi’s white hair clung to his sweaty forehead. His light gray eyes, usually cold, brimmed with thick desire.
He wore nothing, making the necklace around his neck stand out.
Qu Tang’s gaze lingered on the necklace a bit too long. Shen Qi gripped the bullet pendant. “Mine.”
Qu Tang laughed, her voice weak and soft. “I wasn’t planning to take it back.”
Shen Qi bit the bullet between his lips. His red lips against the silver-gray shell looked strikingly erotic.
Qu Tang swallowed hard, wrapped her arms around Shen Qi’s neck, and leaned up to kiss him—and the bullet between his lips.
Shen Qi pressed down, fitting against Qu Tang seamlessly.
Her legs parted, and Shen Qi slid between them, his erect c0ck with him.
His c0ckhead pressed against her entrance. With ample fluids and prior stretching, it slid into her pvssy easily, pushing through the folds and reaching her cervix.
Qu Tang hummed in pleasure. Shen Qi maneuvered her into various positions. When he held her for a side entry, a scorching body pressed against her back—Yi Jin.
She lay on her side between Shen Qi and Yi Jin. They lifted her right leg, taking turns penetrating her pvssy. At first, she could tell them apart—one fucked faster, the other harder. Later, she had no energy to distinguish.
They fucked her holding her, fucked her face-up, fucked her from behind on her stomach—with tongues, hands, and cocks.
She lost count of her orgasms. Eventually, she wondered if she’d melted into a puddle—how else could it go on endlessly?
The two were so in sync fucking her. If she stayed with the team, maybe she wouldn’t need to worry about who to ask for “detox” help in the future.
Before losing consciousness completely, that was the thought in Qu Tang’s mind.