Yaxi guided Chen Ling to sit on one side of the bathtub's edge.
The moment she let go, he swept her up into the air.
She let out a startled yelp as he gently placed her inside the tub.
Right then, water gushed down from the showerhead.
She snapped, irritated, "I haven't undressed yet!"
Chen Ling tossed his crutch aside and settled onto the bathtub's rim, steady as if perched on a bed.
His hands were already on her shoulders, wandering across her body.
"Let's strip while we wash," he said, "and clean the underwear too—it's convenient, isn't it?"
Water splashed onto her bra and panties, leaving them sopping wet.
Chen Ling rubbed the back of her neck with his sharp nose while his tongue licked and sucked, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
Yaxi pressed herself against his broad chest, her body pinned by just one of his hands, unable to move.
She tilted her head back and glanced down, catching sight of his hand gripping her breast through her bra, shoving it up and inward.
Over and over, he squeezed—hard and rough.
Hot water poured down like a torrent, drenching her entirely—her bra heavy and soaked, her panties a muddy mess, her skin glistening with droplets that made every touch slick and smooth.
His kneading brought Yaxi a mix of pleasure and pain, leaving her torn between begging him to stop and letting him have his way.
Chen Ling licked her earlobe, peering down at her wet, glistening body with a smug grin. "Yaxi, you like it rough."
It was as if he was convincing himself: I'm only doing this because it's what you want.
He flung the showerhead aside, both hands now enveloping her breasts, kneading them relentlessly.
The veins on the backs of his hands bulged, pale and jade-like, though his movements were downright filthy.
His palms grazed her nipples through the bra while his fingertips dipped into her cleavage.
"The first time a man's groped your tits, and you're already this worked up," Chen Ling said, smirking as he watched her thighs clench and rub together under his words.
He kept going, "Do you sneak under the covers at night and touch yourself like this? Do you dream of me fucking your tight little pussy with my big cock while you rub them?"
His strength was overwhelming, far beyond what she'd managed with her own small hands in secret under the blankets.
Yaxi's hidden thoughts were laid bare; even knowing he was spouting crude words to thrill her, she couldn't help twisting her hips, her arms reaching back to clutch his neck.
Chen Ling freed a hand to squirt out some shower gel, then launched into her again.
This time, he shoved his hand straight into her bra from the top, pulling out her full, heavy breasts and slathering them with the gel.
"First, I'll wash my little one's tits," he murmured.
The flimsy bra was useless now, stretched tight around his hand as he gripped her flesh with brutal force, squeezing until Yaxi could barely breathe.
With a lewd edge, Chen Ling caressed her from inside the bra, roughly manhandling her breasts while smearing shower gel over her shoulders, neck, arms, and stomach.
Everywhere he touched burned, making Yaxi squirm and dodge, but her slick skin only drove him to grope her more, coating her upper body two or three times over.
"Fuck," he swore, voice raw, "Yaxi, how the hell are you so soft?"
Yaxi caught a hint of something in the shift from "Xi'er" to "Yaxi," but before she could dwell on it, her bra strap slipped off under his rough handling.
Chen Ling went straight for the hooks, fumbling for a full minute without success.
Yaxi laughed at him, "You can't even undo it—look how desperate you are!"
Then she reached back, unhooking it herself, the bones at her shoulder blades jutting out like bird wings.
Chen Ling watched her for a few seconds, studying her technique, realizing the bra had three hooks to unfasten from left to right.
Her teasing didn't faze him; he just panted heavily, biting her ear. "I'll get it next time."
In an instant, he yanked the bra off, his dark eyes sparking with lust as he finally took in the full sight of her bare breasts.
In his mind, he'd pictured his hand fitting perfectly around them.
But her growth outstripped his dirtiest fantasies—her breasts weren't just perky and firm; they had a wide base, the flesh spilling out in lush abundance.
He couldn't wrap one hand around them fully, so he squeezed hard, twisting her tits into all sorts of shapes.