Flower City Little Dragon King

Pingyang, Bar Street.

In the run-down neighborhood, although somewhat filthy and disordered, the cheap rent made it a favorite spot for many laborers to rent and live.

In the dimly lit corridor, up the stairs.

Tang Feng, carrying a snakeskin bag, followed behind that gorgeous figure.

When he lifted his head, his gaze caught the sneak peek of splendid beauty beneath the skirt, vaguely visible.

The light blue lace, outlining those perfectly rounded yet lean legs without an ounce of excess fat, was mesmerizing and unforgettable.

Eyeing the scenery under the skirt, he became wildly distracted and involuntarily swallowed his saliva.

But soon, he hastily lowered his head, not daring to peek again.

On the narrow and dark staircase, Tang Feng kept his head down, mind adrift as he climbed.

In his daze, he bumped into something soft.

Ah.

A soft exclamation.

He jerked his head up and realized that, unbeknownst to him, the woman in front had stopped, and his head had just bumped right into her bosom.

The elastic softness sent a tremor through his heart and soul.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I…," Tang Feng said, his face flushed red with embarrassment.

Huo Hui uttered a soft moan, her fair hand covering her pert breasts.

"You're already eighteen, how can you still be so clumsy? You can't go on like this in the city; otherwise, you're going to suffer, big time," Huo Hui pouted at Tang Feng in a scolding tone of an elder.

Under the dim light, Huo Hui stood on the steps, looking down at Tang Feng.

Her gaze inadvertently fell on a certain part of Tang Feng's body, and she found it impossible to look away.

Tang Feng's trousers sported a bulging tent, as if a fearsome beast within was straining to break free.

Seeing that exaggerated bulge, Huo Hui was somewhat stunned.

How big must the creature locked in that tent be?

She was no naive girl, fully aware of what lay beneath that tent.

That size, likely to be at least twice that of her good-for-nothing husband's.

She couldn't help but think of her deadbeat man, not only was he undersized, but he also lacked stamina, leaving her unsatisfied every time and often having to take care of herself.

What would it feel like, to do it with this naïve young man?

It would probably feel heavenly, and maybe, she would blissfully pass away.

She stared blankly at the tent, her mind wandering with unbidden thoughts.

Soon, her whole body felt hot, and that long-neglected sacred place began to warm up.

"Sister-in-law..."

The calling voice at her ear pulled her back from her fantasy.

She snapped to her senses, inwardly cursing herself.

Huo Hui, what on earth are you thinking? This is your husband's cousin, he's still a kid, how could you have such a dirty thought?

Huo Hui reluctantly shifted her gaze away and walked to the door, unlocking it with her keys.

"Come in, tonight, you'll stay in my dorm temporarily, and later, I'll help you find a place," Huo Hui said.

Tang Feng followed her into the room.

It was a simple two-bedroom and one-living room apartment, with straightforward furniture and appliances. In both bedrooms, there were bunk beds, and upon them lay women's clothes that had been taken off.

Among them, intimate garments such as bras and thongs were not uncommon.

This was a house that reeked of femininity, the entire place was suffused with the scent of perfume.

"You've been on the train all day, you must be tired, why don't you take a shower and sleep on my bed for a while? I'll take you out for late-night snacks after I get off work," Huo Hui said.

"Sister-in-law, maybe I should just make do with a nearby inn for the night," Tang Feng said, feeling somewhat apprehensive.

After all, it was a woman's house, and for a big guy like him to sleep here just wasn't convenient.

Huo Hui gave him a coquettish glance.

"What's the matter, not even listening to your sister-in-law?" Huo Hui pouted, looking pissed.

"Hurry up and take a shower, you stink."

Seeing his sister-in-law get angry, Tang Feng didn't dare say anything more. He obediently put down his luggage and headed to the washroom.

Whoosh went the water.

The sound of water echoed from the washroom.

Huo Hui sat on the bed, her eyes occasionally darting towards the washroom door.

In her mind, that scene from the staircase kept replaying.

Thinking of that embarrassingly obvious tent, her body flushed with heat, and the weather only made her feel more uncomfortable, to the point where she couldn't help but want to go to the washroom for a shower herself.

As if possessed, she got up and tiptoed to the washroom door.

The glass door, worn by years, had some of its plastic covering peeling off.

Peeking through the gap, she looked inside.

When she saw that imposing weapon, her head buzzed, and she felt like she was suffocating.

She stood at the door, her hand clamped over her mouth, her face flushed and her ears red, while her slender legs shook uncontrollably.

Just now, the jeans had only allowed her a glimpse of the outline, but now, freed from the confines of the denim, the enormous weapon was fully exposed to her view.

The size was probably on par with the black dudes in those adult films.

If that weapon were to enter her body, she feared she'd be torn apart.

Staring blankly, her body grew hotter, and her lower half was soaking wet, as if she'd wet her pants.

Unconsciously, her right hand slowly slid down and ventured under her skirt.

Mmm.

A moan of abandon escaped from her lips.

Huo Hui snapped back to reality.

Huo Hui, Huo Hui, what are you doing? How could you do this? If Tang Feng saw you like this, how embarrassing would that be?

In the washroom.

By the time Tang Feng finished his shower and came out, Huo Hui was already gone.

He dried his hair and lay down on Huo Hui's bed.

The air was tinged with that faint scent unique to Huo Hui.

Inhaling the delicate fragrance, he unwittingly drifted into dreamland.

In the dream, he saw Huo Hui, dressed in a thin gauzy dress, sprawled seductively over him.

Just as he was about to do something, he heard a sparse rustling sound beside him.

He thought Huo Hui had come back.

But when he opened his eyes, what he saw was a beautifully curved silhouette.

The figure was stunning, perfectly contoured from top to bottom, with a tall frame that easily reached above five feet seven inches, certainly not Huo Hui.

The woman sat with her back to him, her hands slipping off her black stockings.