My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 757 - 462

The moans and gasps inside the room grew louder and louder.

But that was only in relation to the utter darkness and silence inside.

Compared to another crisp sound of a slap, it was merely minor.

Zhao Rong bent down and moved closer to the delicate ear hidden amidst the lush hair, gently nudging with his nose, filling his senses with the fresh scent of her hair.

It was an indescribable aroma, incredibly fragrant, so he gently nudged the cascading locks aside and clasped the exquisite, pale earlobe in his mouth, as if holding a white pearl.

Seemingly not satisfied, he gently ’bit’ down on it with his teeth.

Meanwhile, Zhao Rong’s right hand continued unperturbed, lifting and falling, executing this strict domestic discipline.

As if the nibbling on her ear made her lose focus, the sounds of her pain momentarily ceased.

Zhao Rong saw Su Qingdai weakly shake her head as if trying to escape his dominance, but her hair was aggressively held in place by his left hand, leaving her no chance to struggle.

Like a little rabbit held by the master, its little head firmly grasped, forced to obediently cower and allow him to stroke its fur.

"Itchy, so itchy, Ziyu..."

The young Confucian Scholar’s mouth curved slightly, and with a raise of his hand, he sharply slapped her again, causing the Fairy to gasp and fall silent.

"If it hurts, scream it out, and who knows... Maybe as it continues... you’ll start to enjoy this feeling?"

With a weak nasal ’mm-mm’, Su Qingdai sobbed twice, burying her head deeper into his arm as she fell silent.

Lost in her thoughts.

Was she obediently savoring the pain he created?

Zhao Rong smiled, his left hand tenderly soothing her rabbit-like head, but his right hand lifted again and the slap ’smacked’ sharply, clear and forceful.

His teeth didn’t stop there, and after a while exploring and savoring, Zhao Rong accurately found the ear piercing on this delicate earlobe, where she usually wore jewelry.

After poking around and finding it too large to enter, Zhao Rong switched to using the sharp tip of his canine teeth to explore the ear hole. After a few tries, the tips of his upper and lower canine teeth by some means pierced this delicate earlobe which was meant for earrings, bringing them into contact and fully dominating it.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and slightly leaned back, simultaneously pulling the ear slightly outward.

Thus, the pearl-like earlobe turned a swollen red in an instant.

From a white pearl to a red pearl in a flash.

At this moment.

"Yah! Ah..." the icy Fairy in the eyes of the men of Great Li finally couldn’t bear it, startled by the outrageous play, and cried out in alarm.

Zhao Rong then felt satisfied, his movements relentless, his speech a bit muffled as he commanded, "Don’t hold back, otherwise." He bit again and tugged slightly.

Although his actions were somewhat bullying and rough, he grasped a certain degree that allowed the buried lady to feel pain yet not get hurt; more than that, there was a peculiar kind of pleasure in it.

Su Qingdai seemed to catch on to his intent, hence she no longer suppressed herself, raising her head forcefully, attempting to voice her agony along with the crisp sound of slapping, screaming in pain.

And accompanying the rhythm of the slaps, she slightly opened her mouth, weakly and deliriously calling out:

"Mm Ziyu, Ziyu... Mm! Ziyu, Ziyu... Mm—!"

Later on, Su Qingdai seemed to know exactly what her true love liked, aiming to please him, her calls became sweeter and sweeter, the sound sweet but not cloying, extremely pleasant to the ears.

Zhao Rong nodded in satisfaction, let go of the soft jade ear, and even rewarded it with a kiss.

Seeing that Su Qingdai was obedient, he continued the slapping with his right hand, but released the pressure from her head with his left hand. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He then started gently caressing her head, tidying her long, straight black hair, gently tying it up, revealing Su Qingdai’s beautifully curved side profile, his large hand caressing that side of her face, occasionally rubbing and pinching her chin.

Meanwhile, Su Qingdai compliantly followed his actions, raising her head and sweetly calling out, her voice mixed with seven parts endurance and three parts pleasure, obediently burying her cheek in his palm, occasionally playfully nibbling on his callused fingers.

Like a little girl being spanked by her father yet still eyeing the tasty candy greedily...

Zhao Rong slightly squinted his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Savoring this uniquely more interesting pleasure.

Afterward, the two even started chatting.

"Mm Ziyu, so... so you like this, huh? Mm, mm you like how I am now?" munching on candy, her words somewhat unclear.

"What is like, what is joy."

"Ziyu, is it only me who knows..."

"What is know, what is way." Zhao Rong casually said.

Su Qingdai seemed to have discovered something, extremely happy, like a little girl who got a unique toy.

She gently nibbled while giggling, "Ziyu, can they give you that?"

Zhao Rong did not speak, but his hand spanked her harder.

Su Qingdai squealed, feeling like her buttocks were about to split, burning hot.

But then she laughed even more joyfully, stretching her hand to hug his left hand, trying hard to pull it into her embrace.

The young Confucian Scholar then curled the corner of his mouth: "Can give, but not necessary."

In the darkness, the disheveled stunning woman smiled alluringly.

"Then that’s it, you just know how to bully me, bad Ziyu." Her tone was both aggrieved and happy, "But as long as you’re happy it’s okay, don’t suppress yourself, Dai’er will listen to you, actually... actually Dai’er kind of likes this feeling too, mm mm... Ow—"