CHAPTER 738: *YANYAN* (2)

She kissed him again.

And again.

Each time harder, needier.

Her lips were wet with tears and hunger. Her chest heaved with every breath, and her voice trembled between kisses:

"You’re the only one... that makes the pain stop..."

Her words cracked, spilling directly into his mouth.

"Even if it kills me, just... don’t push me away..."

She stared at him, eyes red glassy, desperate, determined.

He looked at her.

There was a moment of pause, a second of silence

Then, he kissed her back.

Her eyes fluttered wide in shock before she moaned softly into the kiss, her hips shifted on top of him, instinctively rubbing against his lower abdomen.

Her fingers, trembling, trailed down from his chest, through the open robe, lower.

Her hand reached his crotch.

She cupped it.

Heavy. Hot, and alive.

Her fingers curled around the thick, bulging length, then both hands moved together, cradling it completely, like she was holding something sacred, yet shamelessly curious.

A soft gasp escaped her lips.

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing like a kitten inspecting its prey.

Even his sack, full and tight, didn’t escape her touch, she inspected it too, fingers brushing with a reverent, lewd precision.

For a moment, her palms burned hotter, her dark energy reacting to his presence, crashing against his body.

Wang Xiao, still lying beneath her, kissed her again.

Then bit her cheek.

"Ahh—!"

She jerked slightly, eyes wide. "F-Father... that hurts..."

He looked at her.

His lips tugged into a crooked smirk.

Then, without warning, he pinched her swollen juicy blood lips between his teeth.

"Does it matter?"

"...Hmph. Bite all you want!"

She turned her face away, flustered and pouting.

She didn’t answer directly.

Because if she said it did matter... he might stop.

Spoiler: He didn’t.

Instead, he licked her cheek.

Slowly.

Then over her lips.

Her nose.

Her face.

He licked her like she belonged to him, like he was branding her with his tongue.

Biting softly, tasting every inch of her blushing skin.

She never used to understand why he liked doing this.

Why he bit their faces.

Why he licked them like he was tasting tears before they fell.

Until now.

Because now... she felt it.

That tingling in her spine.

Her body froze the moment his fingers found the edge of the delicate black cloth covering her chest and back.

The thin fabric slipped under his grip.

He slowly pulled it away.

"Shy now, huh?" Wang Xiao’s voice came slow, amused.

The cloth fluttered to the side, discarded, leaving her bare from the waist up.

She inhaled sharply and instinctively pressed her chest against him, hiding her nakedness against his warmth.

Her light pink reddish nipples, already hardened, grazed his skin, sensitive and reacting to every breath between them.

She grabbed his hands before he could tease her more and wrapped them around herself, not to shield, but to hold.

Her cheek flushed, and her lips trembled faintly as she heard his taunt.

Wang Xiao reached up and brushed the strands of hair away from her face.

She pursed her lips, biting down her shyness before whispering with a tinge of playful hurt:

"Dad... can’t you be a little more supportive of me?"

"Supportive?" Wang Xiao raised a brow, watching her draw lazy circles on his chest with that soft smile, half teasing, half melting. He didn’t know whether to scold or spoil her. "You want me to clap... while you undress yourself?"

"Not like that!" She rolled her eyes, then lifted her head.

The dim starlight slid over her face, and trailed down to her pale, exposed neck. Below, the soft cleavage of her bosom glowed faintly, full and round, hanging tightly despite their size, easily among the most absurd he’d seen.

His gaze stayed, and she noticed, her face flushed, but instead of covering up, she reached down, grabbed his hand, and planted it firmly on her chest.

Her breath caught, and before she could speak.

"Ah—!"

She gasped out loud, her back suddenly pressed to the cold earth as he flipped her over in one clean motion, pinning her beneath him. Her hair scattered beneath her like ink on silk, and her bare skin trembled against his heat.

His thumb flicked over the red cherry in the center, teasing.

"Mmnn!" Her moans slipped free, high and sweet.

He leaned in, tracing his tongue around the swollen nub, before sucking it with just enough pressure to make her toes curl. His hands kneaded her breast slowly, the skin so soft it spilled between his fingers like dough, warm and tight.

"They’re... pretty flexible," he muttered, biting lightly around her nipple.

Yanyan squirmed beneath him, her hands clawing weakly at his back, "T-Then... stop evaluating them like cattle... ngh..."

"But something’s missing," he whispered with a crooked smirk.

She blinked, dazed. "...Huh?"

He leaned closer to her ear. "They’re still too cold. Let me fix that."

And with that, his palm pressed under her breast, lifting it slightly, while his tongue traced a slow, heated circle, one that ended with a rough suck, deep enough to leave a faint mark.

Her fingers clutched his wrist tightly, her long legs coiling around his waist like silk ropes pulling him in.

"...Dad," she whispered, voice trembling with hesitation. "I... I have an idea."

"Hm?" Wang Xiao didn’t look up, his lips were busy biting down on the plush skin of her chest, each mark blooming like crimson flowers on snow-white skin. Her soft flesh squished under his teeth, her gasps twitching against his ear.

Her body was made to be held...

Curvy, warm, and tender, not adorable like Yue whom he could cradle and squeeze in one arm, but fuller, softer, the kind of body one would sink into on a freezing night.

A wife-shaped heater.

Yanyan had already begun wincing occasionally under his touch, knowing full well he’d bully her more the longer they stayed here. Still, like a good daughter offering herself up for further torment, she whispered her idea with trembling lips:

"Taste it."

Wang Xiao paused.

She was blushing furiously but didn’t retreat, instead, she cupped her left breast with one hand, pushing it toward his mouth. Her actions were clumsy, awkward even, but so intoxicatingly genuine that it made his throat burn.

Then... in a moment of boldness, she brought both hands up, holding her twin mounds, presenting them to him like an offering. Her slender fingers were nowhere near large enough to cover them, only cradling the underside like a pillow, her thumbs brushing the sensitive, blushing peaks.

It was absurd... Beautiful.

Like blood blooming on snow.

"...You’re seriously doing this?" he blinked, dazed.

Yanyan bit her lip and nodded, her body trembling with embarrassment but pushing forward, pushing closer. "I-Isn’t this better? Like this... you’ll enjoy it more, right?"

And then... a faint drip.

Followed by another.

A stream of white milky liquid slipped out from her left nipple, thick, rich, and fragrant, pooling along her pale skin and spilling over her hand.

Wang Xiao’s eyes sharpened. "You... already did it?"

Yanyan looked away, crimson from ear to neck, and gave the smallest nod.

She had overheard him once, joking with Eleanor during a late-night pillow talk, "Big breasts must work harder than just serving as pillows."

Well... hers weren’t just for warmth.

She had practiced in secret, meditated, and used subtle energy flow techniques to awaken something... extra.

It just so happened, her breasts, bigger than even her mother Amelia’s, rivaling Eleanor’s and Victoria’s, were finally producing.

"Dad..." her eyes quivered. "You can drink it all..."