Chapter 32: It’s Falling Out.

Yan Jing stared at the thin piece of cloth, so drenched that it hugged her softness with no signs of dropping off. Peeling the silk from her soaked parts, he brought it up towards his nose before taking a deep sniff, “It smells so good, Ah Luan’s nectar is really amazing.”

“You! You’re disgusting… You’re crazy!” She yelped in shame as she stared at his drunken face, but there was no means of escaping from this horrible situation at all.

“You’re willing to do it with second brother but not me, hm?” He asked coldly, sending chills up her spine, before grinning at her darkly as he let go of the silk in his hands and picked up an entire rack of paintbrushes which were on the table.

He placed then within his reach on a nearby stool before going back and forth, as if unsure which one to use first.

“What do you want to do!?” She whimpered in fear at his sudden accusation, it’s obvious that he had seen Yan Dao bedding her that night…

Before she could even wallow in her misfortune, she had no choice but to stare wide-eyed at her elder brother as he picked up a paintbrush from the rack and dipped it into a bowl of clean water before pointing it at her softness.

“This paintbrush is new and unused, don’t be scared.”

Immediately understanding his intentions, Yan Luan squirmed her buttocks around in a final attempt to escape this torture, “No! How can you play with these instruments in such a way, take it away from me!” She yelped in horror as she clamped her thighs shut.

He chuckled deeply in respond to her yelps while forcing her legs apart before he flickered around her softness with the damped brush.

“You claimed that you don’t want this, but the brush isn’t even inside you and you’re already so wet, Ah Luan is a little liar.”

The soft and ticklish brush was unlike a man’s finger, and when it flickered through her aroused bud, a strange numb tingle would spread through her entire body. Worst of all, it seems that the more she struggled, the more intensive the sensation become, and the fact that he was cruelly keeping the brush on her without stop was almost enough to make her mind go crazy.

“Ah! Take it away, I…I hate it!” Her sensitive parts were already drenched to the brim by the flickering teasing and Yan Luan had no choice but to bite down painfully on her lush lips in a desperate attempt to force down the hollowness and urge in her abdomen.

Noticing her subtle reaction, Yan Jing gripped onto the brush firmly before slowly pushing it into her soaking wet softness.

“Mm… N…No, don’t put it in~ It’s prickly!”

It should’ve been easy to push it within her drenched walls, but as he continued pushing it deeper within her, the hair of the brush was pushed backward, prickling her uneven walls while sending her entire body into a tremble.

Yan Jing’s actions were somewhat abusive, pushing the brush in and out of her a few times, and in a final push, he thrust the brush deeply into her deepest parts while enjoying her unfulfilled expression.

“Look, Ah Luan’s little hole is biting so tightly onto my brush, is it perhaps too thin, shall I insert a thicker brush?” He glanced intently at the brush before releasing it, only to realize that even though the brush trembled together with her body, it was still firmly buried within her, with no signs of falling out at all.

Yan Luan sobbed silently, frowning deeply as she swallowed her escaping moan, the middle-finger sized brush was pushed so deeply into her that it was touching the walls of her cervix, and it would prick her with such intensity with a mere tremble of her body.

Meanwhile, the body of the brush was made of pure white jade, which would stay cold at all times, which was a good material as the person using the brush would not sweat and loosen his grip on the brush, but in her case, it was chilling down her walls, giving her the wrong impression that she had been forced into an Ice and Fire state.

“E…elder brother~ Please take it out, I…I can’t handle this anymore~” She whimpered softly, even though the brush wasn’t as thick as this man’s hardness, the quick exchange of chill and burning was making her feel an entirely different sensation.

As he stared at her pitiful and whimpering face, he felt a burning pain at his abdomen, quickly pressing his palm on her back, he once again gripped onto the brush from the outside before spinning it in circles while pushing it in and out of her.

“Ah~ N…No more! Don’t twist it, elder brother! Mm~ I…I can’t handle it anymore!” Her sensitive walls twitched furiously at the intensive sensation, and her face was flushed bright scarlet as she drowned in the pleasurable torture he was putting her through.

“Ah Luan’s hole is drenched to the brim, no wonder second brother called it a slut hole, it would seem that you prefer being treated roughly, hm?” He voiced out his conclusion deeply before pulling out the entire brush from her, following which was a huge wave of her sweet nectar, which leaked out from her walls like a loose pipe after the plugged brush was removed, immediately filling the entire room with a lewd fragrance.

Yan Luan whimpered in horror at her shameless action, burying her face into her tied arms, as if trying to hide from her watchful brother, she finally understood what was stuck into the woman from the painting…

That black shiny stick from the painting, wasn’t that Yan Jing’s personal brush!?

“Tsk, it seems that Ah Luan had ruined brother’s new brush, I believe we need to swap it with a new one.” He chuckled deeply before picking another brush, so thick that it’s usually only used for Chinese calligraphy. He cleaned the brush in the bowl of clean water thoroughly before pointing it at her softness once more.
(TNote: There are different brushes for different uses, for normal letters, the writer will usually use a very thin brush, but for calligraphy, they would prefer huge and thick ones, as it’ll usually be treated as a wall art.)

“No no no! I don’t want that! Elder brother, please!” She had her suspicions that all of these were mere punishments for her night with Yan Dao, but her desperate begging had been of use after all, as Yan Jing had inserted it into her much more gentler than the previous brush.

Her tight walls were immediately spread apart by the thickness of the brush, but not only had it not lessened her itch, it had merely made her felt even more hollowed and empty than before!

Yan Jing stroked her slender thighs gently as he played her with the brush, chuckling deeply at her uncontrollable moans, “Ah Luan’s moans are really lovely, so lovely that brother is almost losing control, but unfortunately, I can’t satisfy you as I’m not as huge as your second brother, but thank goodness we have these brushes,” He muttered softly, “I’m sure you’ll be satisfied when we’re done.”

Yan Luan’s eyes shot wide opened at his words, I knew it! He totally heard my words that day!

“Y…you petty man!” He’s not only petty, but horribly perverted too!

“I’m petty?” Yan Jing raised his brows in surprise before pushing the brush deep within her while pressing down firmly on her trembling back, “Ah Luan’s words really hurts my heart.”

The brush, which was suddenly pushed into her deepest, was so much more thicker than the first brush, and the sudden intrusion caused her body to froze in shock, and immediately after, her strength left her legs entirely.

Yan Jing chose this exact moment to release his hold on the brush, causing the brush to slide out a little from her soaked walls, but it was as if her body could not bear for the sensation to end, she instinctively clamped tightly around the falling brush.

Yan Luan sucked in a deep breath, This feeling is too intense!

“Yo, it looks like it’s going to fall out, Ah Luan needs to work harder to keep it in, otherwise we would need to change into an even thicker one~” Yan Jing’s lips curved up into a cruel grin as he pushed the brush back into her, as if lending her a hand, but unfortunately, her uneven walls were drenched to the brim.

Plap! The brush fell onto the ground with a loud noise, together with her sudden yelp of despair.