[H] Osmanthus Honey - Chapter 1

Chu Tian was half-drunk when he returned from the Tang residence, supported by Chu Mu, who frowned and lightly scolded him, “How did you get so drunk?”

“Don’t blame father,” Chu Tian, buoyed by the spirits, leaned into his father’s embrace, his breath hot against Chu Mu’s neck as he squinted and chuckled, “Xuan’er and her cousins naturally found it hard to let her marry and come over, so they ended up pouring me a few extra glasses.”

Chu Mu, with a stern face, called for someone to bring sobering soup, pushing him away while Chu Tian clung to his waist, murmuring into his ear, “On the way back, Xuan’er asked me to bring some Bashu tea leaves; I was just about to have someone take them to father’s courtyard.”

Chu Mu took the sobering soup and fed it to him, shaking his head, “I don’t like the tea from there; you should give it to your sister-in-law.”

Chu Mu had married but had no children, so he adopted a boy from a side branch of the family, only for Chu Tian’s mother to bear Chu Tian a few years later. Despite this, Chu Mu always doted on his adopted son, but sadly the child was frail and always sickly. Chu Ci had chosen a son from a destitute family to marry him for luck, but he died before they could consummate the marriage.

Chu Tian always respected this sister-in-law and upon hearing this, downed his sobering soup in one gulp and personally delivered the tea leaves to her.

Just past noon, when Chu Tian arrived at his sister-in-law’s courtyard, he found a distant cousin also present; the cousin hastily took his leave upon seeing him. Chu Tian didn’t pay much attention, but after sitting for a while, he noticed something was very wrong with his sister-in-law.

Song Qing’s usual calm and collected demeanor was gone, her cheeks flushed, fingers nervously tugging at her clothes, lips slightly parted, eyes misty.

Chu Tian, not yet fully sober, found his mouth dry, couldn’t help but support his sister-in-law by the waist, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Sister-in-law, what’s wrong?”

Song Qing seemed to push him away yet also appeared to invite a deeper touch, her fingers gently resting on Chu Tian, nearly crying.
The two were originally sitting in an outdoor pavilion, the breeze fluttering the curtains. Seeing no one around, Chu Tian quietly unfastened his sister-in-law’s belt, his hand sneaking in to knead her snowy buttocks, his fingertips feeling the smooth, delicate skin, sighing in comfort.

“Don’t…” Song Qing finally gathered enough strength to push him away, but Chu Tian wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, lowered his head, and through the thin clothes, licked her nipple.

“Ah… don’t bite!” Song Qing writhed, her fingers tightly clutching Chu Tian’s back, her untouched entrance already dripping wet, slipping down her smooth thighs. Chu Tian took the opportunity to insert two fingers, stirring her tender passage to continuously leak.

Adding another finger, Chu Tian asked by her ear, “Sister-in-law’s juices are really flowing. Your little cave is so warm and soft.” Song Qing, her face flushed, lost in thought, her body unwillingly rubbed against Chu Tian, her rear entrance tingling uncontrollably, chasing his fingers, wishing he would go deeper.

Suddenly, Chu Tian withdrew his fingers and placed them near Song Qing’s mouth, coaxing, “Sister-in-law, taste if your juices are sweet?” Smelling the faint fishy scent, she couldn’t help but extend her tongue and gently licked Chu Tian’s fingers. Chu Tian chuckled and pushed his fingers into her mouth, stirring her fragrant tongue, the clear saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Chu Tian with one hand lifted Song Qing, sitting her on his lap, his penis already painfully hard. At this moment, through the clothes, it poked at the entrance of Song Qing’s still-flowing passage. Her waist went completely limp, but she was slightly more lucid now, pushing his hand away with her tongue, her eyes tearful, “Xiao Tian, I am your sister-in-law!”

“Doesn’t sister-in-law want to enjoy it?” Chu Tian coldly chuckled, tearing off her clothes, Song Qing’s pants already pulled down earlier. Seeing her completely bare, Chu Tian brought out his penis, holding Song Qing’s snowy buttocks, aimed at her entrance, and then let go, his penis deeply embedding into her.

Song Qing gasped, her arms wrapping around Chu Tian’s neck, pleasure overwhelming the initial pain, the itch slowly emerging deep inside. She shook her hips, begging, “Xiao Tian, move!”

Chu Tian felt his penis enter a most enchanting place, the wet, soft flesh tightly clinging to him. Song Qing awkwardly shook, as if teasing them both, Chu Tian holding her waist and started thrusting vigorously.

Song Qing tightly hugged him, continuously releasing fine moans, she was fucked until her body was sore and soft, her entrance continuously leaking, again being filled by Chu Tian’s penis.

Chu Tian bit her nipple again, the penis fiercely thrusting into the heart of her entrance, suddenly, Song Qing screamed, pleasured to the point her semen shot out, her arms no longer having the strength to hold Chu Tian, almost sliding down.

Chu Tian pulled out his penis, picked her up, and placed her on a nearby stone table, her back suddenly hitting the cold table surface, Song Qing arching like a fish dropped into hot oil. Before she could stand, Chu Tian pulled her legs towards him and thrust deeply into her.

Song Qing’s fingers clawed at the table surface, her mouth continuously calling out, “Good little brother, deeper! Ah… not enough!”
Chu Tian looked down at the beauty being fucked on the table, drooling, his penis pulled out then thrust back in, each thrust deeper than the last. Song Qing still felt it wasn’t enough, the penis rubbing fiercely against her entrance, the sounds of water unceasing inside, but she felt an increasing itch that she couldn’t quite scratch. So Song Qing came again, her rear already swollen, still shouting it wasn’t enough.

After another round of vigorous thrusting, Chu Tian suddenly leaned in and kissed Song Qing, his tongue entangling with hers. His penis thrust into the depths of her entrance, ejaculating inside, filling Song Qing’s belly.

“Sister-in-law, are you full yet?” Chu Tian, pulling Song Qing’s hand, touched their joined place, jokingly said.

Song Qing, stunned, felt her stretched entrance in his embrace, rubbed against him with tears, “Xiao Tian, I still feel itchy.”

Chu Tian’s eyes darkened, his finger slightly moved forward, gently stroking the extra tender skin beneath the testicles, softly asked, “Is it itchy here?”

Song Qing, crying, nodded.

“Shall I use osmanthus honey to open your sister-in-law’s female cave? It must be filled with your juices. I’ll fuck you hard to cure your itch. Fill your slutty cave with semen, then sister-in-law can bear me a son.”

Song Qing, startled, quickly pushed him away, crying, shaking her head, “No!”