Lin Dong's eyes flickered, then he asked, "So, between me and Qing Ye, who made you feel better?"
"You! How could you ask such an embarrassing question!"
Hearing Lin Dong's sudden question, Ying Huanhuan's face, which had slightly recovered from the rest, flushed red again. Her woman had been played with by another man, and he was asking her who made her feel better? How could Ying Huanhuan not feel ashamed?
"I just want to ask, tell me quickly," Lin Dong persisted. He hadn't asked this before when his other women were played with by other men, the outcome being obvious. But Ying Huanhuan's situation was different; Qing Ye had been drugged, and she herself had taken plenty of drugs.
"Hmm, you make me feel more comfortable," Ying Huanhuan whispered after a moment of silence. She didn't say anything against her conscience out of favoritism towards Lin Dong. Although Qing Ye had indeed made her feel very comfortable, and her body was very sensitive to him under the influence of the drug, with every movement and touch bringing her some pleasure, Lin Dong's technique was more skilled. His subtle movements stimulated her body more effectively, and he understood her body better. Besides, with Qing Ye, it was only physical pleasure, nothing like with... Lin Dong's connection with her was similar in spirit, but the difference in their physical abilities was like night and day. Even with the aid of several drugs, she barely met her expectations. Therefore, Ying Huanhuan still felt that Lin Dong was more comfortable. She thought to herself, "Lin Dong, really, how can you compare him to Qing Ye? There's no comparison at all."
"Hehe," Lin Dong laughed even more heartily upon hearing this. Although he wouldn't react much to Ying Huanhuan saying that Qing Ye was more comfortable—after all, the effects of the drugs were there—who wouldn't like their lover's affirmation?
"Hmm?"
Lin Dong sensed that Qing Ye was almost home. He said to Ying Huanhuan, "Huanhuan, your Qing Ye is almost home. Let him play with you for the rest. I'm going to hide now."
"Get lost!" Ying Huanhuan said angrily to Lin Dong again. If her limbs weren't bound, she would have hit him.
"Hehe," Lin Dong chuckled mischievously, then hid inside the box and remained silent.
Sure enough, shortly after Lin Dong's voice faded, Ying Huanhuan heard sounds coming from upstairs. The person making no attempt to conceal their return seemed to be in a great hurry.
However, the sound of the basement door opening was much quieter, and a faint footstep slowly approached from the stairs. It paused at the bottom of the stairs before gradually approaching Ying Huanhuan, who was in the center of the basement. The person didn't speak, but their breathing seemed to become heavier upon seeing Ying Huanhuan, making their presence even clearer. They quickly reached Ying Huanhuan's side.
When Ying Huanhuan heard the sound beside her, her body tensed slightly. Although Lin Dong had said Qing Ye would be back soon, who knew if Lin Dong was just trying to tease her again?
Although there were footsteps this time, it wouldn't matter if Lin Dong deliberately faked it. But if Lin Dong saw her earlier state again, it would be too embarrassing. And if it was Qing Ye, she didn't want to reveal too much in front of him. However, she knew that being touched would reveal who it was, since Qing Ye had been drugged. So she remained silent, pretending not to notice as the person approached.
While Ying Huanhuan remained silent, the person walked up behind her. She felt a left hand touch her left arm. Although she knew someone was there, her senses had become heightened after losing her sight, and her body tensed. Ying Huanhuan couldn't identify the person beside her because she felt a faint layer of Yuan energy enveloping the hand that touched her arm. Although Lin Dong used spiritual energy, converting it into Yuan energy was no problem for him. Moreover, the Yuan energy enveloped her, making it impossible for her to identify who it was, and the sensation of touching it was just as good. After all, at his current level, Yuan energy was like a branch of his body. The hand slid across her upper arm and then left, not lingering for long, leaving Ying Huanhuan momentarily unsure of who was beside her.
Shortly after the hand left her thigh, Ying Huanhuan felt it return, gently resting on her side. Ying Huanhuan trembled slightly. The hand didn't move much, simply caressing slowly. After a while, perhaps seeing no reaction from Ying Huanhuan, the hand slowly moved upwards, gradually sliding down her thigh. Soon, the hand reached under her short skirt, continuing its upward caress. Soon, Ying Huanhuan felt the hand cover her left buttock. The sensitive area was touched, and her body trembled again, her red lips pursing.
After the hand covered Ying Huanhuan's snowy buttocks, it began to caress them. When the fingers touched the lower back of her panties, the hand paused slightly, as if surprised. Because Ying Huanhuan was leaning forward, the area of her panties covering her buttocks wasn't wet with her vaginal fluids; only the lower middle part was soaked. When the hand touched the wet area of her panties, Ying Huanhuan's face flushed slightly. Although she couldn't see, she could tell from the heavier breathing behind her that the person behind her was becoming increasingly excited.
After the hand touched the wet area behind Ying Huanhuan's panties, it seemed to stick to it and never left. After a slight pause, Ying Huanhuan felt the hand stop caressing her buttocks and gradually move downwards. The four fingers of that hand lightly touched her buttocks, while the middle finger remained pressed tightly against Ying Huanhuan's body. From the moment it touched the wet area of her panties, that finger never left her body, and as it gradually moved downwards, it slipped into the cleft of her buttocks. Now it was slowly sliding forward from below. When the fingertip passed over Ying Huanhuan's anus, Ying Huanhuan visibly trembled, and her body arched slightly forward. However, despite this, the finger remained firmly pressed against her lower body and continued to move forward.
Ying Huanhuan felt the finger getting closer and closer to her vagina, and her breathing became rapid. She still didn't know who was behind her, and she dared not make a sound. Moreover, her legs were bound, preventing her from even closing them. She could only wait for the person to continue their actions, violating her body. Soon, Ying Huanhuan felt that the finger was only a step away from her vagina. Just a little more, and the finger would touch her vagina. Ying Huanhuan's focus shifted to her lower body. She felt the finger, which had been pressed against her body, leave her lower body. She could even feel that the finger was about to press against her vagina in the next second. She tensed her lower body, preparing to resist the sensation.
"Mmm..." Although Ying Huanhuan was fully prepared for the invasion of her lower body with fingers, she thought she could hold back her cries even if the fingers pressed heavily against her vulva, or even inserted into her vulva along with her panties. However, she still let out a soft moan. This was because the fingers didn't immediately descend; instead, a hand grasped her right breast. In a short time, that hand found her erect nipple, pinching it with its index finger and thumb, even pulling the nipple slightly forward. Caught off guard by the attack on her lower body, Ying Huanhuan had focused on defending her genitals, forgetting that her upper body was also unprotected. Therefore, she cried out in surprise at this sudden attack.
"Ah..." Before Ying Huanhuan's previous moan had even subsided, she couldn't help but let out a slightly louder sound. After her initial cry, she focused her attention on her chest, causing her lower body's defenses to weaken considerably. At that moment, the finger that hadn't yet descended also came down, moving forward slightly. Just as Ying Huanhuan had expected, the finger, through her panties, nibbled its tip into her vagina. This stimulation was even more intense than when her nipples were pinched, hence Ying Huanhuan's louder moan. After the fingertip touched her vagina, it seemed to touch a thin thread on the outside of her panties. The hand withdrew, grasping the thread, and pulled the vibrator from beside her panties. Ying Huanhuan didn't know where it was placed, but it certainly wasn't on her body.