Enchanted Tenderness [YiZhan ff]

🔞 CHAPTER (十二) 🔞

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(Dear readers, this author kindly inform you that the content below here might be inappropriate. Therefore, for innocent readers or someone who can't bear or don't read a 'smut' – uncomfortable – kind of content, please skip this chapter. Thank you and happy reading~ 🔞 WARNING!! 🔞)

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Will the prophecy come true? Will his little bunny end up dying in his arms? Wang Yibo, despite the storm of thoughts raging within him, maintained his composed demeanor. An internal turmoil questioned the prophecy, fearing the possibility of losing Zhan. Despite this chaos, he kissed Zhan's forehead gently, his heart racing with emotions he struggled to comprehend. It was a gesture filled with love and an underlying fear, a silent promise to cherish every moment they had together. Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan were hugging each other in a warm embrace, Zhan enjoying the comfortable sandalwood scent of his Yibo-ge. However, suddenly the younger guy felt something poking him in an unusual place. He couldn't help but question his ge softly, "Ge, did you bring any sharp items on you? Something is poking me down there." Wang Yibo sheepishly lied that he did indeed have some sharp items on him. His eyes widened as he realized that he was getting aroused by their hug, he never even expected his mushroom to get hard.

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Breaking the hug, Wang Yibo chuckled and commented, "I guess I should remove my 'sharp items' from down there." He gave Zhan's head a soft rub before walking away. Feeling uncomfortable with the wetness between his legs, he hurriedly made his way to the nearest restroom. Once inside, he locked the door behind him and quickly removed his long jeans, "Nghnghh!!" With a groan of pleasure mixed with embarrassment, Wang Yibo threw away his underwear which was now stained with milky cums. "Mhmm... nghh!!" he continued to moan and groan, his hand moving faster and faster along his member. Yibo's mind was consumed with thoughts of thrusting into Zhan's mouth, his desire for pleasure and temptation growing stronger by the moment. With each stroke, his large dick throbbed with pleasure, bringing him closer to the edge. "Shh.. ahh.. Zhan..." he whispered through clenched teeth, lost in the ecstasy of self-pleasure.

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It had been nearly twenty minutes since Yibo had retreated to the bathroom, solely focused on stroking himself to satisfaction. As his body tensed and pleasure washed over him, white cum spilled onto the floor, leaving a sticky mess behind. Yibo knew he would have to clean up after himself in order to avoid any embarrassment in front of Zhan and the other mafia members. With a deep breath and satisfied sigh, Wang Yibo cleaned himself up before stepping out of the bathroom stall. He couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for indulging in such carnal desires while surrounded by his members, but at that moment all he could think about was satisfying his own needs. I mean, he already gotten poison in his body. He wouldn't want to add another mushroom disease on him right?

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Emerging from the bathroom, Yibo made a grand entrance into the living room, the embarrassing feelings still there though. "Yibo-ge, what on earth were you doing in there for an eternity?" Zhan asked after waiting for so damn long with wide eyes and a hint of mischief. Yibo, caught off guard, pondered for a moment before crafting a response. "Ah, for that uhm, just practicing my perfect hair flip and mastering the art of looking cool while washing hands. Essential skills, you know?" Wang Yibo cursed at himself after spontaneously uttering that shit. Like hell nah shit sherlock bro. Xiao Zhan burst into laughter, "Pffftt- hahahaha!! Gege, you're effortlessly cool every day! No need for a bathroom saga." Yibo exaggeratedly sighed, "Well, one must maintain peak coolness, Zhanzhan. It's an art, after all." Now what second shit is he spitting out from his mouth again?