The Virtuous Concubine

The prince's voice contained a hint of sigh, and there seemed to be greed and helplessness in his words.

Malu chuckled: "You are too greedy."

The prince hugged Malu tightly, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head, smelling the fragrance of her hair.

But Malu suddenly pushed him away gently with a charming smile on her lips.

She stretched out her slender fingers, like a butterfly flapping its wings, and gently stroked the prince's lips, stopping the words he was about to say.

Like a witch seducing people into falling in love, she stood on tiptoe and whispered softly in the prince's ear, her voice like a hum in the night breeze.

"Watch carefully, I will only teach you once."

After saying this, she took the prince's hand and placed it on her slender waist. The prince mistakenly thought that Malu wanted him to hug her, so he tightened his arms.

This clumsy move made Malu chuckle: "My dear, loosen up a little, I can't move."

Upon hearing this, the prince quickly loosened his arms a little, but still held Malu in his arms, unwilling to let go completely.

Malu got some space and raised his hand to slowly unbutton his collar.

When she raised her hand, she revealed a white jade wrist and forearm. Her eyes were also burning, falling on the prince's face, and every movement was full of endless charm, making the prince look a little crazy.

The prince stared at Malu's actions with wide eyes, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

His eyes were fixed on Malu, with a look that contained both shock and uncontrollable anticipation.

He knew something, but he knew nothing.

Malu unbuttoned a few buttons of her collar slowly and leisurely. As the buttons came loose, a small piece of snow-white skin was exposed. In this dim environment, it seemed to have its own halo, emitting a soft and attractive luster.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at the prince who only looked at her, with a hint of provocation in her eyes: "What? Are you scared?"

The Malu in front of him continued to erode his will.

The prince swallowed and said in a hoarse voice: "You...what are you doing?"

Malu smiled: "Don't you want more? I will satisfy you."

The prince's breathing became rapid, and his reason began to crumble under the impact of desire. He held Malu's shoulders tightly: "Should we not... This is not right."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Malu's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal: "Humph, I knew you were just being tough. So forget everything else!"

The prince could not bear to hear such words, and quickly locked her tightly in his arms, fearing that she would leave him in anger.

How do others see her like this?

But with this hug, not only did the snow-white skin exposed on Malu's chest make him dizzy, but the two of them were pulling and tugging at the end and finally stuck tightly together, and the clasp that was originally at the highest point collapsed with a sound that was subtle but exceptionally clear in this quiet room.

Once the buttons were opened, the scenery that was originally not obscured became visible more clearly.

The prince stared at the scene with his eyes wide open, his mind went blank. When he realized that his eyes stayed on Malu for too long, he quickly looked away, his face burning as if it was on fire.

"I...I didn't mean it."

If Malu still cannot see that the prince is hypocritical and cowardly, then all her years of experience will have been wasted.

The same thing happened with the two in front. They were just waiting for me to be tougher so they would be reluctant.

She suppressed her smile, reached out and gently pinched the prince's chin, straightened his face, and forced him to look directly at her: "Oh? Not intentional? Then what is this?"

There was a hint of teasing in her voice, but there was an imperceptible heat in her eyes.

As she spoke, she used her other hand to push the prince's head down again, making his eyes fall on the place that he shouldn't look at but attracted the most attention at this moment: "What is this?"

Her words were full of teasing and questioning, but the slightly upturned corners of her mouth revealed her true emotions.

It feels so good to be in control!

The prince's face turned even redder, "I...this..." He stammered, but couldn't lift a finger to protest.

Malu raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, with a complex light flashing in his eyes: "What? You don't want to talk anymore? Where is your courage just now?"

After saying this, without waiting for the prince to answer, she untied the thin strap around her neck, let the soft fabric fall, took his hand and pressed it against her warm skin, then signaled the prince to lower his head with her eyes.

The prince seemed to be possessed. He lowered his head obediently, burying his face in that softness and warmth. The delicate touch made his heart beat suddenly faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

The prince's mind went blank, and his reason was completely swallowed up by desire at this moment. He could clearly feel the temperature of Malu's skin, and that warmth was like a flame, spreading through his body along his fingertips, igniting the most secret desire in his heart.

It’s over, the prince thought, it’s really over this time.

Malu narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed with satisfaction. The sound seemed to escape from the depths of his soul, with a hint of laziness and satisfaction: "It seems that men are naturally good at this kind of thing."

When the prince heard Malu's words, his body stiffened slightly, but this trace of clarity was extinguished in an instant like a candle in the wind, and was soon overwhelmed by desire again.

He is busy now and has no time to be jealous of this woman.

One hand was around her slender waist that seemed as if it could be held in one hand, and the other hand was grasping the overflowing softness, feeling the dreamy touch.

It started with a gentle kiss, then turned to passionate sucking, and finally to biting somewhat out of control.

The prince was obsessed with the body in front of him. He was having a lot of fun when Malu pushed him away: "Hiss - it hurts! Are you a dog?"

The prince was dazed by this sudden push. He stared at Malu blankly, with desire and confusion still lingering in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Malu's original blame instantly disappeared, and she found him a little funny. She snorted lightly, with a helpless and doting light in her eyes: "Why don't you help me rub it?"

The prince was awakened from his dream when he heard Malu's words. He quickly reached out his hand and clumsily rubbed the place where Malu was hurt.

As she rubbed, it was Malu herself who couldn't stand it anymore, and the blush spread from her cheeks to her ears. She trembled slightly as if she was hit by an electric current, and suddenly opened the prince's hand: "Okay, okay, I see you know how to do it, you don't need me to teach you anything."

Although there was anger in the words, there was more of a different kind of ambiguity.

After Malu opened his hand, the prince looked at Malu innocently: "I just want to make you feel more comfortable."