His waist was slim, flaring upward into a broad, solid frame, exposing a wide expanse of taut, chiseled abs—each block distinct, a testament to his low body fat.
One, two, three, four, five, six…
"Pfft." Chen Ling laughed out loud.
Her head was bobbing slightly—she was actually counting his abs.
Yaxi ignored him, her scorching gaze fixed on his every move until he unfastened the last button and yanked his shirt open to the sides.
His damp chest met the air, finally free to breathe.
His muscles weren't the oversized bulk of a gym-bro, but pale, sculpted, and alive with subtle motion—a perfect blend of youthful vigor and mature strength.
On his slightly raised pecs, faint pink nipples stood erect, wet like hers.
Seeing this, Yaxi smirked, then started peeling off her own underwear to wash herself down there.
She stripped casually, as if it were just another shower—hooking both hands into the waistband and tugging them down.
As the fabric left her hips, her ass jiggled slightly.
Bending over, the underwear slid down her plump legs, her breasts dangling like two ripe, rosy peaches trembling in the air.
Finally, she lifted one slender leg, flicking the panties off into the tub.
It almost made Chen Ling feel like he was the one peeping on her bathing.
He spread his shirt wider, his fingertips "accidentally" brushing over his own nipple, letting out a faint "mmh."
Sure enough, Yaxi's eyes snapped back to him.
She sat down, squeezed some body wash onto her leg, and prodded him: "After all that foreplay, can you get started already?"
Chen Ling nodded, the corners of his eyes turning red, a mole near them matching the hue of his nipples.
With his long fingers, he deftly unbuckled his belt with one hand, pulled it free, and revealed the small hill bulging in his underwear.
From the waistband, the tip of his cock peeked out, twitching faintly.
Yaxi stared at it, unblinking, until Chen Ling tugged his underwear down and freed his cock completely.
His pale fingers wrapped around it, giving it one upward stroke before letting go.
The thick, long, pinkish-purple shaft sprang toward his stomach, then settled back—bold and imposing, its curved glans standing proud in the air.
This was Chen Ling's cock.
Yaxi was honestly startled.
She hadn't expected the refined Chen Ling to be packing something so massive, just like those gross guys in porn.
Nor had she thought its color would be so dark, a stark contrast to his soft, fair skin.
Below the shaft hung two solid balls—his testicles, no doubt.
The pubic hair around it was sparse and light.
But damn, it looked intimidating.
Yaxi clenched her ass, her heart racing.
She'd always done whatever she pleased, messing with him however she liked.
But now, seeing his cock, a belated wave of fear hit her.
Could that thing really fit inside her? Wouldn't it hurt like hell?
He wouldn't use it to get back at her later, would he?
Chen Ling noticed her rubbing body wash onto her little toe as she studied his junk, completely unaware that her own plump mound—covered in pubic hair—had parted slightly, revealing her glistening folds.
His breathing grew ragged, his cock throbbing painfully, but he smirked: "Bet you've never seen a real cock before."
"If I'd known it was this ugly, I wouldn't have bothered," Yaxi shot back, staring at it shamelessly. "But whatever. I'll see more eventually. Some have got to look decent, right? And even if they don't, there'll be ones that get the job done."