YTSOA Chapter 3

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Mu Qing brushed aside little mosquito’s ink-black hair, revealing an expanse of snow-white back before his eyes. His fingers traced the hollow waist, finally gripping his own scorching hardness and thrusting deep inside.

 

Little Mosquito was afraid that Mu Qing would lose interest if he made a sound, so he covered his mouth and gasped for air.

 

The warm meat wall was pushed open, and the unvisited passage welcomed the foreign presence. Mu Qing took a breath, and slapped the little mosquito’s buttocks with his big palm. Little mosquito whimpered softly, trying to relax his legs.

 

The fiery giant pressed against sensitive spots, as if urging little mosquito to open up that so-called passage. Little did Mu Qing know that tears were soaking the bed.

 

It felt too good.

 

Little mosquito struggled to control his body’s involuntary reactions to the pleasure, and the parted passage yearned to be filled. Yet every time Mu Qing brushed against it, little mosquito unconsciously tightened up.

 

I’m so useless.

 

Little mosquito thought.

 

Mu Qing pinched his chin and lifted it, asking, “Why aren’t you making any noise?”

 

He could sense little mosquito trembling occasionally, but the imagined sweet moans never reached his ears, always falling just short.

 

“I… I’m afraid you’ll get angry,” little mosquito’s eyelashes were still wet with tears, his nose red from crying, both pitiful and adorable.

 

“I won’t be angry. Just enjoy it,” Mu Qing’s heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head, licking away the tears and stealing a kiss. With a forceful thrust, little mosquito let out a whimper as he wished.

 

“Ha-ah…”

 

Mu Qing’s arousal hardened again. Little mosquito’s original buzzing irritation was replaced by a captivating moan.

 

Little mosquito clung to Mu Qing’s waist, his body relaxing slightly with the release of his voice. Mu Qing took advantage of this and shifted positions, adjusting the open passage.

 

“Ha-ah! There, there, there—” Little mosquito tightened his legs, his gaze becoming unfocused. He was unable to complete his sentence, trembling as he clung to the throbbing member.

 

Mu Qing didn’t expect little mosquito to climax as soon as he entered. Could the unique passage be this sensitive?

 

Mu Qing moved a couple of times.

 

Little mosquito gasped and then froze.

 

“…” No sound came from little mosquito. His eyes rolled back, and he was on the brink of passing out.

 

Mu Qing endured the stimulation of tight embrace of the flesh and the sudden rush of fluids inside. He quickly patted the weak-breathing little mosquito.

 

“Little mosquito, breathe.”

 

Little mosquito couldn’t hear anything. The first orgasm had robbed him of his senses.

 

Mu Qing held him, helping him catch his breath.

 

Little mosquito regained a bit of clarity in his eyes. He took a deep breath and then burst into tears, sobbing, “It feels so good inside…”

 

“Is it that good?” Mu Qing didn’t dare to move anymore. Little mosquito’s warm, wet, and tight sensation was almost too much. He appeared worried.

 

“Sorry… I’ll control myself,” Little mosquito’s voice trembled as if he were beating a drum in his heart. 

 

Mu Qing chuckled, “Alright, if you pout like that, I’ll happily give you just what you’re asking for.”

 

As he spoke, he continued the motion within the extremely sensitive passage. This time, little mosquito’s trembling was intense, and more fluids flowed. When he climaxed, little mosquito initiated a kiss with Mu Qing, fearing embarrassment.

 

When the passage was filled with the essence, little mosquito finally relaxed and fainted. He still held onto Mu Qing, afraid he might regret it. 

 

“You little rascal.”

 

Mu Qing bit his fingertip and marked little mosquito’s forehead with a drop of blood.

 

Foxes might be affectionate, but blood pacts were made with only one person. After a thousand years of solitude, finding someone pleasing was rare—so naturally, little mosquito had to be bound to him, fucked day and night.

 

END

 

Little mosquito became the closest to being the Top Dog & the nameless protagonist in the unexpected END.

 

As it’s a sudden whimsy, the follow-up might be little mosquito realizing he can’t run away and reluctantly settling by the fox’s side, sucking blood and acting spoiled for hundreds or even thousands of years. No more biting others, alas.

 

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