[H] Osmanthus Honey - Chapter 2

“No?” Chu Tian slightly smiled, following Song Qing’s push, retreated a couple of steps, picked up the clothes from the ground, “Since it’s a no, then sister-in-law pretend your little brother never said anything.”

Seeing Song Qing truly push him away, he felt somewhat regretful but wouldn’t say a soft word, only biting his lower lip, supporting himself up from the stone table. Little did he know such actions made the semen inside flow down his thighs, embarrassing him to the point his toes curled.

Chu Tian clearly saw his distress but pretended to know nothing, very naturally handing over his outer garment, “Father once said that when dividing the family assets, he would give your older brother’s share to you. My good cousin seems to have ulterior motives. I’ll speak with father about this; you rest well, sister-in-law, I shall take my leave now.”

Song Qing took the garment and draped it over himself, covering the bruises left from their first consummation. Watching Chu Tian walk farther away, the itching inside grew stronger, he clenched his legs, suppressing the moans and words of retention in his throat.
He is Xiao Tian’s sister-in-law, how could they continue this mistake.

After a while, as if confirming Chu Tian really wouldn’t return, Song Qing then supported himself on the railing and stood up. He tightly clenched his rear afraid of more semen flowing out, but that also stirred the never-before-seen female cave inside, so Song Qing had to stop every few steps to catch his breath. He moved step by step inside until he could no longer support himself, his fingers loosening, the garment draped over him falling off, Song Qing threw himself naked onto the bed.

His fingers tightly gripped the quilt corner, burying his face in the pillow, the aphrodisiac Chu Tian had used on him not yet fully worn off, the undeveloped female cave also restless, the desire burning his whole body bright red. But the recent affair had drained his energy, and Song Qing finally fell into a heavy sleep wrapped in the quilt.

As dusk fell, the Chu residence began lighting lanterns, the sky gradually darkening.

Song Qing was awakened by a knock on the door, “Who?”

“Madam, it’s time for dinner,” came the reply from the personal maid outside the door, Song Qing sighed in relief, not sure if he felt more relief or regret.

“I don’t feel well, I don’t want to eat,” Song Qing spoke, only then realizing his voice was hoarse.

“Madam? Should I call the doctor over to see you?”

“No need, you may leave. Do not disturb me unless necessary.”

The footsteps outside grew fainter, and Song Qing finally had the mind to resist the waves of lust rising inside him. He pushed off the quilt pressing down on him, unable to help but reach out to fondle his penis, but no matter how he moved, his penis would not ejaculate, instead, his rear entrance itched, the leaking fluids wetting the bedding.

Leaning against the headboard, Song Qing slowly opened his legs, carefully poking his own entrance with a finger. His brow deeply furrowed, his eyes full of lust, then stuffed in a second finger, a third.

He mimicked what Chu Tian had done to him during the day, digging and pressing inside the still swollen tender entrance, the continuously flowing fluids coating his fingers.

Song Qing’s actions grew increasingly violent and rough, the recently deflowered rear passage sending bursts of stinging numbness, his fingertips scraping against the heart of his entrance when Song Qing finally ejaculated.

He collapsed on the bed, his fingers forgetting to pull out.

Not enough! There was absolutely no way to stop the itch! Song Qing’s fingers touched the thin layer of skin outside the female cave, stumblingly stood up, rummaged through drawers until he found a pink porcelain bottle, the bottle adorned with the image of joyous Buddhas intertwined.

The bottle contained osmanthus honey. Made from countless medicinal herbs, it also emitted a faint scent sweet as osmanthus, hence its popularity. Applying osmanthus honey on the skin outside the female cave could dissolve that layer of skin, revealing the female cave.
Song Qing’s hand tightly clutched the porcelain bottle, no longer having the strength to return to the bed, he simply sat down on the floor, his trembling fingers scooped a piece of osmanthus honey, his other hand holding a leg, the osmanthus honey eagerly smeared on the skin behind his penis.

After a moment, that piece of skin was both painful and itchy. Song Qing dared not touch it directly, didn’t even dare to look, naturally unaware the skin beneath his penis slowly cracked open, a clear viscous fluid gushing out copiously.

The pain gradually covered by an indescribable other sensation, Song Qing rolled on the floor, his legs twisted, moans incessant.
He had never encountered these, naturally unaware that osmanthus honey not only contained pain-relieving anesthetics but also aphrodisiacs to aid arousal.

Beneath Song Qing, the ground became muddy, the just opened female cave and rear entrance leaking large patches of fluids. He separately dug at the two openings with his fingers, only adding to the itch.

Chu Tian! If only Chu Tian were here!

Song Qing suddenly opened his eyes, pulled out his fluid-covered fingers, leaning on a nearby bookshelf, slowly stood up.

It was now late at night, the people in the residence were all asleep.

Song Qing, wrapped in a dark blue cloak, walked toward Chu Tian’s courtyard.

Naturally, he wore nothing under the cloak, but the early autumn weather was not too cold, plus Song Qing’s body was burning hot, wishing he could even take off the cloak.

He walked very slowly, his inner thighs smeared with fluids, the two entrances continuously leaking down. Fortunately, the two courtyards were not too far apart, Song Qing stood at Chu Tian’s door, just knocked twice, then could no longer stand and collapsed against the door.

Chu Tian just opened the door, a soft, warm jade filling his arms. Seeing Song Qing’s condition, he merely supported his arm, pushing him away, eyes downcast, “Sister-in-law, you come so late at night, is there something important?”

Song Qing’s hand loosened, the cloak falling to the ground, the moonlight illuminating his soft, delicate body like jade, the red nipples with teeth marks, his slender flexible waist, his plump snowy buttocks, and the constantly leaking if half-concealed lascivious entrance reminding the person before him of such an enchanting place.

“What is sister-in-law doing?” Chu Tian asked with a smile.

“Xiao Tian…” Song Qing, knowing he was still angry about the daytime events, plaintively called him once, yet didn’t know what else to say. He was always thin-skinned, unable to voice more blatant lewd words.

Chu Tian seemed to smile but didn’t smile, making no move. Song Qing suddenly knelt in front of Chu Tian, reached out to undo his underpants, holding his already half-hard penis, remembering how this thing had moved in and out of his lascivious entrance during the day, couldn’t help but blush.

Song Qing’s eyes misted over, gazing adoringly at Chu Tian, extended his tongue and gently licked the huge glans, the strong musky scent spreading on his tongue, Song Qing’s entrance flowing even more.

Song Qing licked around the glans, then opened his mouth and took in the whole head. Chu Tian’s penis was already hard, pre-cum flowing from the urethra, veins pulsing in Song Qing’s palm. It was Song Qing’s first time doing this, after taking it in, he didn’t know what else to do, only looking at Chu Tian with a pair of wet eyes.

Chu Tian stroked his nape, his eyes reddened by the scene, yet still patiently coaxed, “Good sister-in-law! Take it deeper, use your tongue to lick it, yes, just like that, sister-in-law is really amazing.”

Song Qing managed to take in most of the shaft, Chu Tian finally couldn’t hold back, supporting his nape thrust forward some more, then started thrusting in and out of his sister-in-law’s mouth. After several thrusts, seeing tears in Song Qing’s eyes, yet he still relaxed his body letting him do as he pleased, Chu Tian felt pity, finally pulled out his penis.

Without the support of the penis, Song Qing collapsed onto his legs, Chu Tian one arm wrapped around him, the other hand picked up the fallen cloak, leading him to a nearby flowerbed.

Chu Tian spread the cloak on the grass, then placed Song Qing on it, lifted his chin and said, “Sister-in-law, just fucking one lascivious entrance isn’t enough this time.”

Song Qing hurriedly stretched his hands to spread his legs, tormented by desire spoke everything out, “Here’s a slutty cave also for Xiao Tian to fuck! Fuck it broken, inject semen, sister-in-law will bear Xiao Tian a son!”

The female entrance above had already opened a crack, fluids leaking out, glittering under the moonlight, Chu Tian’s gaze darkened, extended his fingers and gently parted the small crack, the tender clit trembling, a sight even Song Qing had never seen himself, now opened just for Chu Tian.

Chu Tian just pushed two fingers in clutching the clit, playing with it, when Song Qing suddenly screamed, arched his body, his penis shooting out sporadic semen, the female entrance even squirted a stream of fluids.

“Xiao Tian, stop playing… fuck sister-in-law.” Song Qing gasped waiting for the climax to pass, saliva dripping onto the grass, calling Chu Tian’s name as if it had hooks in it.