Chapter 66: Hunger Returns Once More

Mo Yu didn’t consider herself expressionless, because the moment she noticed the speckles of deep black blood splattered across Qingxuan’s body, her expression became instantly… complicated.

“Oh, wow…” Fine, she had to admit she was a severe neat freak, both physically and mentally. Of course, she knew that in the apocalypse, keeping appearances spotless was nearly impossible, but she absolutely could not tolerate the man who now shared an intimate relationship with her being covered in filth. It made her uncomfortable to the core.

So, she slowly sauntered over to Qingxuan’s side, her lips curled in a smile that made his cheeks flush crimson.

“M… Mistress…” Qingxuan clasped his hands behind his back, fidgeting so much that the hem of his clothes was wrinkled beyond recognition.

“M… Mistress!” he called to her in a soft, sticky voice of respect.

“N… Not here!” Qingxuan shuffled backward in tiny steps, one hand grabbing the slender, pale fingers that had already pinched the front of his collar.

“Mistress, please don’t…”

Mo Yu’s curved lips refused to relax, as if she’d chewed a piece of hyperactive gum that just wouldn’t lose its flavor.

With a firm tug of her fingers, Qingxuan staggered directly into her arms.

Mo Yu: →→

And then…

“Ahem… cough, cough!” Qingxuan choked on the water, scrambling up the bank from the crystal-clear stream, soaked and bedraggled.

His wet clothes clung to his well-defined frame, making him look all the more pitiable and alluring.

“Mistress!” Qingxuan looked at the woman crouched by the stream, washing her hands, his gaze so plaintive that even someone as composed as Mo Yu felt awkward under its intensity.

She crooked her finger at the disheveled man not far away, and he immediately raced into her embrace without hesitation.

With such eagerness, even Mo Yu couldn’t find it in herself to refuse him repeatedly.

Qingxuan seemed to sense her silent approval, and without the slightest hesitation, he tried to bury himself in her arms.

But here was the problem: with his nearly two-meter-tall frame, how could he possibly fit into the embrace of a woman who was crouching?

Mo Yu could only marvel—alien minds were beyond comprehension!

Especially when that alien hailed from a matriarchal planet.

Qingxuan stopped abruptly a step away, then, like a humble slave, knelt on the ground. His already soaked trousers quickly became caked with mud as he slowly crawled forward, left leg dragging. He was so close now that with just a little more effort, he could rest his face upon her chest. But instead, he lifted his head, looking up at Mo Yu with eyes full of silent inquiry.

From that gaze, Mo Yu somehow understood his unspoken plea.

“Mistress, take me!”

Mo Yu: →→ She quietly turned her head away, and Qingxuan… truly did bury his face against her chest, with such forceful intent that she toppled right down onto the ground.

Damn it, turning away was supposed to mean “No”—why are you so desperate, you overzealous man… How am I supposed to handle this?

After inwardly wiping away a bitter tear, Mo Yu turned back and naturally lifted Qingxuan’s fair, delicate face.

His large eyes were dewy and bright, golden irises shining like priceless gems.

But Mo Yu’s thoughts ran elsewhere: since he had acted so shamelessly, she would simply give him a taste of his own medicine!

Of course, she wasn’t childish enough to smear mud on him. No, she would simply make him long for what he couldn’t have.

With her damp left hand, she gripped his delicate chin, forcing his mouth open. Though Qingxuan’s lips weren’t deeply colored, the contrast with his neat, white teeth was still intensely seductive. Suddenly, he flicked out his rosy tongue, slowly tracing his lips.

“Naughty boy,” Mo Yu murmured softly.

Her equally damp right hand rose to gently trace the contours of his right cheek. Qingxuan crawled a little closer, eyes contentedly closed, his whole body suffused with a tingling pleasure. To Mo Yu, he looked just like a greedy yet easily satisfied kitten.

A glimmer of mischief flashed in her eyes, and her thumb slowly slid downward along his jawline.

His soft, supple lips were ruthlessly pressed beneath her finger.

Qingxuan’s previously narrowed eyes widened suddenly, filled with uncertainty and a hint of testing.

Mo Yu hadn’t yet figured out what that look meant, but before she realized it, her thumb had already been licked several times by his pink tongue.

“Truly a naughty boy!”

Her calm gaze narrowed as she pressed harder, but to her surprise, Qingxuan surrendered the full weight of his head into her palm, brazenly sucking her thumb into his mouth.

Warm, velvety walls surrounded her finger, while the tip was caressed over and over by the softest touch. Mo Yu felt as though her inner beast had been utterly awakened by Qingxuan.

“Damn it, you little rascal!”

She tightened her grip, forcing Qingxuan’s mouth open once again. Still, his expression remained reluctant, as if bewitched.

“Who gave you permission to do that, hmm?!”

She pulled his head even closer by his chin, making him drag his right knee forward through the mud. Clutching her clothing tightly, Qingxuan’s entire form arched into a beautiful curve.

“N… Mistress… I…” he stammered, but in the end could say nothing at all.

“Not going to answer? Hmm?”

Their faces were now pressed together, Qingxuan’s increasingly ragged breaths brushing across Mo Yu’s lips and ear.

“Speak!”

Her right index and middle fingers slipped into Qingxuan’s mouth, pinning down his ever-disobedient, mischievous tongue.

“Mm… mmm…”

Silver threads of saliva stretched between Mo Yu’s fingers and Qingxuan’s lips, a sight as captivating as it was indecent.

His mouth overflowed with desire-fueled saliva, dribbling out as her fingers pulled free—like a bottle of fine red wine tipped upside down, its cork long since removed.

“Mistress… it’s too much…”

His eyes brimmed with tears, yet he still gazed up at her pitifully, seeking comfort from the one he depended on.

The planet’s law was clear: if a husband acted impulsively without his wife’s permission, the mistress was within her rights to discard her reckless spouse.

“It’s unbearable… Mistress…”

Seeing Mo Yu unmoved, Qingxuan could only rest his head against her chest, nuzzling her quietly.

They remained thus: Mo Yu seated, while Qingxuan knelt before her.

Mo Yu’s gaze drifted to the curve of the man’s raised rear—soaked through, she could clearly make out the perfect outline of black underwear stretched taut across his hips.

She wondered: Should she just go all the way here and now?

Or perhaps: Why hadn’t she handed him that black thong she’d stolen on a whim? What a miscalculation.

As Mo Yu drifted from one thought to another, Qingxuan, no longer content to be separated from her by a mere layer of fabric, pressed ever closer. After all, he was a prince from another world, his mistress treated him so well—what was a little boldness? Besides, she knew nothing of his planet’s customs!

So, as Mo Yu was considering whether to call it quits, Qingxuan had already burrowed his head beneath her clothes.

Warm, heavy breaths spread across her belly; his damp, soft tongue circled her navel, then slowly, slowly ascended. He licked her abdomen, slid up her chest, and finally stopped at the slowly stiffening red buds. He hesitated for a moment, then began to suckle them without reservation.

“Mm!” Mo Yu pressed his head through the fabric, her other hand igniting sparks of passion across Qingxuan’s body.

A single spark can set a prairie ablaze.

Even as he clung to his mistress, Qingxuan didn’t forget to guide Mo Yu’s hand to the place where he was already swollen, urging her to caress him.

As the sounds of heavy, ragged panting grew louder beneath her clothes, Mo Yu’s grip tightened, her motions quickening without conscious thought.

“M… Mistress… I can’t take it anymore!” Qingxuan cried out.

Maybe she should just give in, Mo Yu thought.

Author’s note: This chapter just about killed me~ Hope you all enjoyed!