Dressed as a super rare female, licked by countless big guys

Imperial College, Office 305.

Qin Yanshu received the auspicious knot brought by the delivery robot, locked the door with his backhand, and couldn't wait to open the box.

He was lucky, as the lucky knot he got was rose gold in color. The knot part was full in shape, the woven pattern was intricate and layered, the tassels were swaying, and the light was flowing, making it look elegant and full of charm.

There seemed to be some energy fluctuations lingering in the elegant floral scent that made the beast unable to stop.

Qin Yanshu couldn't hold back his instinct, and transformed himself into a beast in the office, hanging the small and exquisite auspicious knot on the sheep's horns.

There were only him and Ying Changan in this office. Lord Wen You had not been here before, so he naturally walked over to Ying Changan to thank him (xuan yao).

"Changan, thank you so much for what you did just now. You were able to connect the idioms even without watching the live broadcast... Look at this little thing, doesn't it match my fur color?"

I don’t know who he was, but he watched the live broadcast with the volume turned up high the entire time, and my ears were almost covered with calluses.

Ying Chang'an pulled the corner of his mouth, and when he was not paying attention, he picked up the small woven item with his fingertips, and it fell into his palm. The delicate and silky touch, and the icy coolness, made him squint his eyes.

Qin Yanshu immediately got angry, "What are you doing?! That's my lucky knot!"

Ying Changan dodged his sneak attack and said slowly, "It's mine now."

Aries was so depressed that he kept stamping his hooves, knowing that the things were in Ying Changan's hands and would never come back.

Plus, he's a docile herbivore with an instinctive fear of fangs and venom, so there's no chance of getting it back.

He tried to reason with her and appeal to her emotions, "I really like Master Wen You. You can't use this thing. For the sake of our harmonious friendship, why don't we..."

"Who said I can't use it?"

"But you don't have any horns! Your whole body is slippery, could it be from a fang?"

Ying Chang'an did not answer. He flipped the thread with his long fingers a few times, found the end of the thread, and pushed it casually. The exquisite and beautiful auspicious knot turned into a pile of thick threads.

"you--!"

Aries' eyes widened, his square pupils seemed to jump out of their sockets, his whole body was shaking, and he wanted to roar, but in the end all he could make was a completely unintimidating "bleat".

"Ying Changan, you are such a lunatic, a psychopath!"

Qin Yanshu kicked the back of his chair angrily, then ran away. Although he was angry, it was better not to wait to die there.

The huge office finally became quiet. Ying Chang'an recalled the pattern of the auspicious knot, pinched the silk thread with his fingertips, and began to study how to restore it.

Just when he was groping for the key step, a message suddenly popped up on the light brain. It was from that noble female lady... asking him for a lesson plan on mental comfort?

Ying Chang'an looked calm and sent the item over without any mistakes. However, his fingers were out of control and he was not careful, and the auspicious knot that had just taken shape was ruined.

That female adult is really... No wonder she runs faster than the students after class. She can't wait to favor her male mate during the day, and her excessive lust harms her body.

When he thought like this, he completely ignored the fact that it was his nature. During the crazy days of each month, his degree of daytime sexual indulgence was no less than Wen You's.

The estrus season arrived suddenly, and although the passion was temporarily relieved, the male in the family was still worried about Wen You going out.

Lin Luo specifically asked Dean Bai for leave so that Wen You could rest at home for a few days.

Upon learning that Lord Wen You was ill and that classes for the next two days could not be conducted, the hearts of billions of male men in the empire were broken.

Although it is a pity that we cannot meet Wen You through live broadcast, their care and enthusiasm have not diminished in the slightest.

The Star Internet was full of posts praying for the Beast God to bless and let Lord Wen You recover soon. Some enthusiastic netizens even repeatedly gave gifts to the course replays.

[This is all my salary today, which is 3,000 star coins. I will give it all to Master Wen You as medical expenses.]

[Master Wen You is ill?! Oh my god, this is such terrible news! It is even more unacceptable than my grandfather's violent transformation into a beast!]

[…Actually, I’m a medical savant. I think Lord Wen You might have been triggered into estrus by the excessively strong male hormones.]

[Zundu, fakedu? You mean, I, Zhoudu from Class 250 of the Imperial Academy's Mecha Major, have successfully made Master Wen You aroused? ]

[And me! I was there yesterday too! ]

[Ahhhhhh! I can't stand it anymore, why is Master Wen You so sensitive? My nosebleed is so terrible! ]

If Mistress Wen You is ill and has really entered the estrus period early as the rumors say, then doesn't the fact that she didn't come to school these two days mean... ?

The males who had grabbed seats in the studio that day were all excited!

Their high-quality male hormones make even Lord Wen You unable to control himself. What an honor!

Although they are not qualified to serve Lord Wen You, the sense of accomplishment is indescribable, making them want to transform into beasts and roar and run wildly!

Wen You nestled in Song Heqing's arms, and her cheeks and ears couldn't help but feel hot when she saw these vivid speculations on Starnet.

She just ate a piece of meat legally and legitimately, but when she woke up, it seemed as if the whole world knew what she and Song Heqing had done?

Not only do they know about it, they also publicize it and feel proud of it.

What kind of quirk is this? Doesn’t she, a little girl, need any shame?

Song Heqing noticed her awkwardness, raised his hand to close the Star Network Forum, bent down to kiss the bright bald head, his eyes full of tenderness, and he didn't mind that she was now a bald man at all.

Wen You suddenly softened, biting his shirt to open it, rubbing here and pecking there, trying to mix her favorite color on the man's cold white skin.

There are only zero and countless times to eat meat. She licked her lips, oh no, her beak, and flapped her wings angrily to express her dissatisfaction.

I am in such a miserable state now that I can only see but cannot eat... I am so greedy that I am drooling.

Once thoughts diverge, they are out of control.

Wen You thought of Song Heqing's tight and powerful abdominal muscles, his sexy waist, and his suppressed breathing beside her ear...

Last night, she realized firsthand how much value this statement really meant: the commander was the fastest bird in the base.

That’s enough. She couldn’t think about it anymore. Wen You felt the heat deep inside her was coming back. She ran to the bathroom with her wings on her back. She needed to take a cold shower to put out the heat.

It's ridiculous, absurd and outrageous that she has so many suitors but has fallen to the point of satisfying her physiological needs by herself!

After running a few steps, her round body was picked up by a pair of hands. With her vision raised, Song Heqing carried her to the garden balcony outside the bedroom.

"Hey, what are you doing—"

Knowing that she was not feeling well, he still kissed her and provoked her. Wen You gritted her teeth secretly, hoping that she would recover and stop pressing Little Crane on the bed.

Before he finished speaking, Song Heqing transformed into a beast. His slender neck kept flexing and stretching, rising and falling, and he spread his wide wings and flapped them, as if he was performing an elegant dance.

Wen You was unconsciously attracted to him, as if it was an instinct engraved in her bones, and she subconsciously performed similar actions.

Until Xionghe's slender neck pressed against him from behind, he asked with unsteady breathing, "Yuzu, lower your posture."