Chapter 63: Flower Picking Night - 1 (R-18)
Such a girl will naturally live a beautiful and happy life. From the many suitors, the wisest and most powerful one will be selected and given the opportunity to be married.
But at this time, the girl showed herself openly.
She stood gracefully in front of Lakeman, letting him watch without any cover-up or resistance. Her figure was flawless, an embodiment of beauty and grace that seemed almost ethereal.
"Come here and clean up for me," Lakeman leaned lazily on the bed, his tone casual, yet authoritative.
Hancock put down her handkerchief, walked over, and knelt down, frowning slightly. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of dread and resignation washing over her.
As she approached, a ferocious hot air rushed over her, carrying a thick, heavy smell that hit her nose, making her feel dizzy and nauseated. She fought the urge to recoil, knowing what was expected of her.
"How did I teach you?" Lakeman looked at her with a smile, his eyes so intense it seemed like they could set Hancock's whole body on fire.
Listening to this, Hancock stiffened for a moment and sighed inwardly. The memories of her training sessions with Lakeman flooded her mind, a blend of humiliation and forced submission.
She closed her eyes gently and moved closer carefully, her nose twitching.
His shaft hardened against her face.
Just like smelling flowers, she took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she tried to acclimate to the pungent scent.