Matriarchal Desires

Suxi had always believed Jinyu was good to him. Now, he truly discovered Jinyu’s kindness was beyond anything he had imagined. Since their first time, even when she censored……demanded him on the bed, wildly censored……on his body, he still felt her gentleness.

And now, except for the initial censored……pain, they were like returning to that time when he was forced to sell his body, letting her possess him without mercy.

Even so, he never complained, never refused, because he would never refuse Jinyu, whether rough or gentle, as long as she wanted, he would give, always ready.

Censored breathing sounds continued to emanate from the bed. Suddenly, the hairpin on Suxi’s head slid from his hair, falling to the ground. His ink-like black hair spread out, scattered, censored……

Jinyu suddenly stopped censored……, looking at Suxi’s flushed face, misty eyes, and tear-stained cheeks, momentarily stunned, realizing what she had done in her impulse.

She sighed softly, caressing Suxi’s flushed cheek and brushing away damp strands of hair. She wiped the sweat from his forehead and placed a compassionate kiss on him, her anger somewhat subsiding as she lay beside him, catching her breath.

Jinyu’s hand lingered, caressing Suxi’s body, feeling anxious. She was truly distressed, unable to see him with other women, not bearing anyone else touching him, even slightly.

As Suxi’s breath calmed, he realized his hair was scattered. He hurriedly reached for it, panicking and wanting to get up.

Jinyu pressed him down, supporting herself on top of him, her own black hair falling loose, scattered on his pale skin. She stared at him, her voice unusually gentle despite her heavy heart. “You’re unwilling to serve me. Do you want to go find that woman who wants to marry you?”

“Mm…………”

Suxi was stimulated by the softness below, shaking his head frantically, “No, no,” as he searched for the hairpin, “The hairpin you gave me is gone. It was here; how did it suddenly disappear?” His voice choked and panicked.

Jinyu paused, misunderstanding, cupping his face and gently kissing him, “Don’t worry. It just fell on the ground.”

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