Chapter 597: Purple Death’s Strange Feeling (6)

Chapter 597: Chapter 597: Purple Death’s Strange Feeling (6)

After some time, Li Feng’s breathing grew rough, and he felt like his little brother was about to explode.

Desire filled his mind until there was little else left.

The softness in his palm and mouth, the faint sounds she tried to swallow, the way her body kept yielding even while her face stayed hidden... it all burned through what patience he had left.

Leaning back up, he licked his lips and hurriedly pulled the rest of his robe off, throwing it aside.

Then he looked down.

Purple Death still hid her face beneath her arms, breathing heavily.

"Haa... Haaa... Haa..."

Both of her large breasts were wet with his saliva, those enticing buds stiff and slick.

They rose and fell in time with her breathing, making the sight even more alluring.

Looking at that delicious sight... this meal waiting so obediently for him to devour, Li Feng snapped and began to undress her.

She continued to avoid his gaze and remained silent.

However, she offered no resistance as his hands moved down her waist, removing her lower robe and exposing the remainder of her body in the room’s faint light.

Soon, the dark fabric slipped from her hips.

Li Feng’s gaze darkened.

Now there was nothing left between them.

Li Feng moved between her thighs.

He pulled her lower body toward him, settling her hips against his.

The motion was unhurried, but there was no mistaking the hunger in it.

Purple Death’s legs parted around him, still trembling faintly, her face hidden behind both forearms.

"Oh?"

Then he noticed it.

Her entrance was already slick.

Wetness glistened there, shamelessly ready, as if her body had long since stopped listening to the pride she was still trying to protect.

Li Feng smiled.

He took himself in hand, his hardened length pressing against that warm, slick place, rubbing once, then again, coating himself in her as he lined up.

"You’re already like this," he murmured. "And you still won’t look at me?"

He pushed forward, the thick head of his little brother parting her folds, preparing to sink in.

Squelch...

"Oh..."

"Hhn—!"

Li Feng groaned in pleasure.

Purple Death’s breath hitched.

She could feel that thick thing forcing her insides to spread again, her alluring body trembling under the slow push.

Meanwhile, Li Feng almost released immediately.

The tightness and wetness wrapping around him were almost painfully good.

He sank in a little deeper and his mind went blank for a second, overwhelmed by the heavenly sensation.

"Damn... your inside is as amazing as you..."

He praised her shamelessly as he looked down at Purple Death.

Her arms stayed over her face, but her inner walls, hot and slick, drew him in, as if they had been waiting for this from the start.

Soon, his entire thick length disappeared inside her.

Li Feng’s breath broke into a groan of pleasure.

The sensation below swallowed him completely... hot, wet, and so tight it made his vision flicker.

Then he saw that she was still covering her face even like this.

He grinned.

"Hehe... There’s no need to feel so embarrassed at this point."

And then he pulled her arms away.

"Ahh...!"

Purple Death’s face, fully visible and flushed a deep red, filled with surprise and pleasure as she felt him filling her.

Li Feng briefly stopped, observing her.

He uttered the word, "...Beautiful," almost without thinking.

At his genuine compliment, Purple Death’s expression contorted.

She bit down on her lip, hard, as if trying to crush the sound that wanted to escape.

Then Li Feng felt it.

The tightness suddenly grew even more intense.

"Uhhh~"

He groaned.

If he were still an ordinary man, that insane squeeze might have been enough to snap him.

But now... it only served as the most insane kind of pleasure.

Just as she tried to hide her embarrassed face again, Li Feng caught both of her wrists.

He pinned them down beside her head, leaving her nowhere to look but up at him.

"Don’t hide."

His voice was low, almost lazy, but the grip on her wrists was firm.

"You already let me in this deep. What’s the point of covering your face now?"

Purple Death’s flushed eyes glared up at him, wet and unwilling.

"...L-Let go of me, you... rogue...!"

Li Feng just smiled.

"Besides..."

He leaned closer, his breath brushing her lips as her inner walls kept squeezing him.

"I really love seeing more of you like this."

Then he kept her wrists pinned and rolled his hips, drawing back just enough to feel her wriggling flesh cling to him before pushing all the way in again.

Squelch...

"Ahh~!"

Purple Death’s glare broke.

Her mouth fell open, a shaky sound slipping out as that thick length dragged through her again.

Her legs tightened around him without her meaning to.

Li Feng watched every change on her face: the flushed cheeks, the wet eyes, the way her lips trembled when he sank in deep.

"There it is," he murmured.

He thrust again, slower this time, letting her feel every inch.

"You say let go... but your body is holding me even tighter."

"...Shut... up..."

Her voice was thin.

Li Feng only smiled and lowered his head, kissing the corner of her mouth as he began moving inside her... unhurried and greedy, as if he intended to memorize every reaction she tried so hard to hide.

Plap...

Plap...

Plap...

"Uhh~... bastard...Haa~...pervert... Ahh~...shameless..."

Purple Death’s head jerked up and down with each thrust as she forced those words out.

Li Feng didn’t appear concerned because he was fully aware that they were empty.

Her intense look was already softening, and her wrists were shaking in his hold.

And every time he pushed deep, her body pulled him in tighter, wetter, greedier than her mouth would ever admit.

He just smiled lewdly at finally getting this fierce woman to obediently spread her legs under him.

Then he leaned down, kissed the corner of her mouth again, and drove into her a little harder.

Soon, even those curses broke apart as the two of them began to lose themselves.

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At the same time.

Elsewhere inside the imperial palace.

On a wide, luxurious bed, a middle-aged man with white hair and a wrinkled face leaned up weakly.

It was the Emperor of the Fen Dynasty.

The once-proud figure of the court now looked thin and worn.

His imperial robes were still draped around him, but they hung loose, and each breath he took seemed to take more effort than the last.

His cloudy eyes opened.

For a moment, he only stared at his wrinkled hand and sighed.

"...So in the end... I still could not escape the end of mortal life."

The Fen Emperor’s voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried the crushing weight of a realization that had haunted every ruler before him.

To the common people, an emperor is a living god.

They command armies, reshape borders with the stroke of a pen, and hold the power of life and death over millions.

Yet this absolute power masks the deepest, most universal terror of the imperial throne:

...the absolute vulnerability to time and mortality.

Then his eyes flashed.

Something fierce rose in them... old, sharp, and still befitting an emperor.

"...It seems I will have to change the plan a bit."

He didn’t want to do this, but it was.... necessary for the glory and future of the Dynasty.

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[Don’t forget to check out another an nsfw illustration of Purple Death trying to hide her face from Li Feng in Discord~]