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The little little mosquito wasn’t familiar with his own body yet, lacking all sense of propriety. There he was, sitting bare on the ground, which made it easier for Mu Qing to size him up.
Before him lay a giant object, veins bulging, almost as thick as his own arm. The little mosquito hesitated, extending a trembling hand, secretly comparing it in his mind.
Ah, can I really suck it …
Seizing an opportunity when Mu Qing wasn’t looking, the little mosquito sneakily glanced between his own legs and realized he was missing something. Was it because he hadn’t successfully transformed? Noticing the little mosquito’s distraction, Mu Qing cast a nonchalant glance; he wasn’t surprised. Recently-transformed spirits didn’t possess genders; it takes some time to cultivate before they could choose for themselves.
“What are you dawdling for?” Mu Qing lifted the little mosquito’s chin, his two fingers brazenly probing inside, manipulating the soft tongue, causing saliva to slide down his neck. The little mosquito dared not swallow, staring back through teary eyes.
Mu Qing’s breath caught for a moment, as he parted the little mosquito’s mouth and slipped it in.
The little little mosquito swears that he had never sucked something this large before, yet he instinctively obeyed. There was an exciting scent drawing him in, even more delicious than blood. Bending his head, he tried to widen his mouth, his wet and slippery tongue rubbing against the tip. Mu Qing inwardly wondered at how quickly this little mosquito was learning. He slightly adjusted his posture, and except for a minor cough at the beginning, the rest went smoothly—deep thrusting was just as effortless. It seemed that the little mosquito had a natural knack for it, or perhaps it was his latent potential.
Of course, Mu Qing remained unaware of the fact that the little mosquito just wanted to eat the semen ejected from the cock.
The thousand years of abstinence finally took its toll on his body. Mu Qing lifted his foot and pressed down on the little mosquito, causing the cock to penetrate deeply. Even though the little mosquito burst into tears, a few deep thrusts later, Mu Qing released inside him.
The little little mosquito opened his eyes wide in surprise—it was this sensation, even more delicious than blood!
“Consider yourself lucky, an essence like this is rare.” Mu Qing’s mood improved after the pleasure, making him more easygoing. He kicked the little mosquito, who was still sucking him, the little mosquito wouldn’t be able to handle it, if he continued to suck.
With flushed cheeks, the little mosquito extended its tongue, licking up the residual essence at the corner of its mouth. It smacked its lips, looking at Mu Qing expectantly, as if asking for more.
A surge of heat in Mu Qing’s abdomen made him curse internally. This seemingly innocent little mosquito was actually quite lewd underneath.
“Still want more?” Mu Qing raised an eyebrow, looking down at the little mosquito.
The little mosquito rubbed against his leg, eyes shining brightly. “Yes, I want more.”
Mu Qing playfully poked the little mosquito’s legs with his toe, then lifted both legs and laid him on the stone platform. “You’re quite childish. You haven’t even manifested your gender, how are you going to use that down there?”
Nervously, the little mosquito quickly added points for itself. “I can do it from behind, it works there, there’s a hole.”
Oh?
Mu Qing’s interest piqued a little. He nudged the little mosquito’s posterior entrance with his toe. “Is there a hidden treasure here too?”
The little mosquito eagerly nodded, concealing the fact that this was where he laid eggs. For now, he just wanted to extract some more ‘blood.’
Only now did Mu Qing climb onto the stone platform, removing his outer garments. The fox clan was naturally alluring, and every movement carried a seductive hint. Not to mention a nine-tailed fox, whose very scent was aphrodisiac. The little mosquito, however, didn’t realize that he had been bewitched when he consumed Mu Qing’s blood; now he even asked to be eaten and wiped clean.
Mu Qing parted the two buttocks before him, revealing a tight little entrance. He transformed a stream of liquid from his fingertips and applied it to that spot.
One finger slipped into the lubricated back entrance, followed by a second. As the third finger was added, the little mosquito couldn’t control his trembling anymore, his upper body pressed against the platform.
Mu Qing chuckled at his sensitivity, unaware that the little mosquito’s entire nervous system, without the presence of a penis, had converged in the area he was teasing with his fingers. The inner cavity that had been split open also trembled, hungry for something.
Little mosquito: When will I get a ‘thing’?
Mu Qing: Take ‘it’ for another hundred and eighty years.
Little mosquito: Then I’ll do it now.
Mu Qing: (Steps back and covers his kidney) There’s really no need.
Little mosquito: Did you seriously step back just now?
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