Lu Hanyan's private parts were a tender pink, glistening with a crystalline sheen that was unbelievably enticing.
However, unlike an ordinary woman, her tender cleft was much longer. Most strikingly, beneath the butterfly-like folds within, there were two small, exquisitely pink orifices, one above the other. This sight, combined with the budding rosebud below, truly formed a vertical alignment of three channels: top, middle, and bottom.
Faced with such an exceedingly rare and beautiful sight, Chen Yang's mouth went dry. If I can successfully treat her, he couldn't help but think, it would be incredibly blissful to develop all three channels.
At that thought, the dragon's head suppressed in his trousers immediately rose, tenting the fabric high. Fortunately, he was squatting, so Lu Hanyan couldn't see the ferocious creature; otherwise, she would have been too frightened to continue with the treatment.
