[R18] Brother as husband – “Brother as Husband” Chapter 31 [English]

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When Yan Jing came over after changing her robe, Yan Luan was sitting in front of the mirror. The maid holding her hair was slowly smoothing her long black hair with an ivory comb. She seemed to be talking to her, and she just looked at the girl in the mirror, her pear dimples swirling slightly, and her smile charming.

“I’ll do it.”

After smiling, Yan Luan raised his head and met Yan Jing’s gentle gaze in the clear mirror. He took the comb from the maid’s hand and gently combed her hair from top to bottom.

“Let the maid do it, you don’t know how to hold your hair.” Ever since the loose braid came out of his hands last time, she knew that she couldn’t let a man hold her hair.

Seeing the cunning hidden in her beautiful dark eyes, Yan Jing patted her head lovingly, and said in a clear and sweet voice: “Don’t move, it will be better this time, close your eyes.”

After being laughed at by Yan Luan that day, He specially found a maid who could tie his hair to teach her. His big hands, which were used to holding swords, could only rely on memory to make one or two simple buns.

Fortunately, Yan Luan didn’t have haircuts, so the bun didn’t need to be too complicated. After a while, a cute and small short bun was done. Yan Jing then asked Yan Luan to open his eyes and take a look.

“Is this what you said would be better?”

Yan Luan moved slightly, and the white jade hairpin with tassels inserted into her hair swayed slightly, almost falling off, not to mention the loose temples on both sides. Most of a South Sea pearl hairpin slipped off, but looking at Yan Jing’s self-confident smile, she felt a headache.

“Doesn’t it look good?”

You actually have the nerve to ask?

“Oh, it looks good, let’s go have breakfast!”

Halfway through breakfast, a letter came from Feng Yi, so Yan Jing had to go to the study to handle matters. As soon as he left, Yan Luan threw away the chopsticks and called the maid to untie most of her long hair.

…

“My lord, the prince wants you to go to the study now.”

It happened that Yan Luan had nothing to do. He regretted letting Jiang Fuyuan go yesterday, so he followed the maid to the study. This was her first time in the study of the Imperial Manor. It was usually used by Yan Jing and Yan Tao.

“Here? Come here.”

Yan Jing was happy to be quiet. In the huge study, only the maid serving tea and grinding was silent. As soon as Yan Luan came, he left without a trace and closed the door.

In front of the huge red sandalwood desk, there is a copper tripod, and the green smoke with the fragrance of flowers slowly spreads out. It is Yan Jing’s favorite smell. She usually uses it to smoke clothes. It is elegant and soothing.

“What are you doing…ah! You!”

Seeing that Yan Jing never put down her pen, Yan Luan went over to take a look curiously, then took a glance, immediately blushed, covered her eyes and screamed.Yan Jing then put down the pen in his hand and grabbed She who was about to escape.

He hugged her, pulled away her little hand covering her eyes, pressed her delicate body against the desk, bit her pink earlobe and said in a deep voice, “Does it look good?”

It was a painting. On the rice paper that was not yet dry, there was a girl lying on the table. She was tied up with ropes without a single piece of clothing. She used light cinnabar to draw the bright red color between her legs. The girl’s peach-like eyebrows were somewhat similar to Yan Luan…

Yan Jing’s painting is so perfect that even the girl’s roundness is extremely full. There seems to be something stuck in the pink flowers in her smooth vagina, and the girl’s expression is particularly shameful.

“Take it away, put it away, I won’t look at it! You actually painted such a picture!”

Yan Luan had seen Yan Jing’s paintings, and there were several volumes hanging in her youth hall. The twelve flower gods were painted by him, and each volume was lifelike. She admired her very much, but she didn’t expect that he would…

Anticipating that she wanted to run away, Yan Jing trapped the petite her in his arms, locked her tightly against the table, kissed her Danfang’s hot little face, grabbed her little hand with a smirk, and touched the painting.

“Look at this place. It’s as big as my Aluan. Do you know what’s stuck under here? Be good, you’ll know in a minute.”

Yan Luan’s fingertips touched a bit of cinnabar on the girl’s chest in the painting, and she was embarrassed when she saw Yan Jing’s hand moving to the girl’s leg. The flower slit that seemed to contain something small was not very obvious, but she could vaguely guess what it was.

“I don’t want to know, please let go of me, ah!”

She twisted so hard that Yan Jing, who was already suffocating with lust, couldn’t help being teased by her. He swung away the folds on the table, pressed her shoulders and pressed her on the table as she screamed. He quickly pulled the snow-colored gauze shawl from her wrists, grabbed her two thin wrists and tied them up. He crossed her and tied the remaining gauze to the railing in front of the table.

At this time, Yan Luan couldn’t get away completely. He lay on the desk and grabbed the catkins tied in front of the table. Knowing that Yan Jing was going to behave like a beast, he screamed.

“I don’t want it! Let me go, you are shameless!”

Only then did she realize that in the painting a few centimeters away, the girl had her hands tied like hers. He might have planned it a long time ago… If he had known it, he wouldn’t have come here!

After getting her wish, Yan Jing let out a sweet chuckle from her chest. Her fingers with a hint of coolness caressed Yan Luan’s white neck. Through the thin skirt, she pressed her spine and touched her swaying buttocks.

“Aluan, please move again. My brother likes to see you twisting and turning like this. You are so soft.”

He pinched her delicate buttocks, and lifted up her skirt while Yan Luan screamed. The rich gauze piled up to her waist, and his long fingers viciously hit the waistband of her pants.

Yan Luan only yelled and cursed a few words back and forth. She vaguely felt that Yan Jing was going to take revenge today, and she was so scared that she trembled all over, not knowing how he was going to tease her.

“Brother, big brother, I’m afraid, don’t do this! Let’s be normal!”

She raised her astonished dimple, turned her little face with tears in her eyes and looked at the man behind her who was undoing her belt. Yan Jing, who looked calm and relaxed, was in high spirits, stretched out a finger and pressed her trembling pink lips, and let out a soft hiss.

“Aluan, be good. Brother just wants to play games with you.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the light-grained snow-colored trousers quietly fell from between her legs, which were bent at a 90-degree angle, to her ankles. Immediately afterwards, the private trousers also fell down.

“Ah! You pervert!”

Yan Luan, whose lower body felt cold, quickly closed her legs and looked behind her hard, only to see Yan Jing squatting down slowly. Although she couldn’t see it, she could feel it. He grabbed one of her calves with great force, took off the embroidered shoes and threw them away, peeled off the socks, took off the pants at the ankles, and gradually raised the calves in his hands higher and higher when he stood up.

“Pervert? Aluan says that every time, so let’s have some fun today.”

The hem of the cloud gauze skirt tucked around her waist fell down again. Yan Jing did not lift it up, but covered her private parts with his big palm through the thin soft gauze, gently rubbing the seam that had not been touched for several days.

The slightly permed stamens are much more delicate than the red line drawn on he, and the soft skirt draws a rough outline on the center of her legs.

“Are you comfortable, Aluan?”

He’s long fingers were rubbing her clitoris rhythmically, and from time to time he would use his neatly manicured nails to scratch the most sensitive flower grotto. The layer of skirt not only did not block it, but instead added a touch of interest.

Yan Luan, who was forced to raise one leg and barely kept the other on the ground, was about to cry. He groaned and trembled slightly: “It doesn’t feel good! Let go… ugh!”