Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off-Chapter 409: Becoming Her Secret Lover? [M]

Su Qinglan didn’t hold back. She rained kisses down his torso, her lips traveling over his tight, corded muscles and leaving a trail of blooming red marks like a map of her ownership.

"Remember the rules, student," she whispered against his skin, her voice a playful threat. "You are not allowed to touch me at all. If you move your hands, the lesson ends."

"Mmmm," he nodded.

Shi Feng hissed, his fingers digging into the furs beneath him as he fought the urge to pull her closer.

He was drowning in the blissful sensation of her teeth grazing his skin, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He kept his eyes closed, savoring every small bite and every warm press of her lips.

But his eyes snapped wide open when she suddenly slipped lower.

With her dress shifted aside, her gaze landed directly on his heat.

The massive evidence of his desire sprang free, standing tall and proud. Su Qinglan didn’t shy away; instead, she looked at him with a predatory glint that made his heart hammer against his ribs.

Before he could process the look, he felt her soft, warm hands wrap firmly around his shaft.

Su Qinglan directly looked at him; their hot gazes met before she squeezed it.

"Lan Lan..."

Shi Feng’s entire body jolted. He let out a strangled yelp and almost sat bolt upright in shock. He had never felt anything so intense in his life.

"Down," she commanded, pressing a hand against his chest to shove him back onto the stone. "I told you...no touching. If you break the rules, your punishment will increase."

Shi Feng collapsed back onto the hides, his head lolling to the side. He let out a low, shaky moan, his face burning with embarrassment, but he forced his hands to remain flat at his sides.

He had agreed to her conditions, hadn’t he? His body was hers to play with, hers to "bully."

He watched through half-lidded, hazy eyes as Su Qinglan leaned in closer. She dipped her head, her lips brushing against the very tip where a bead of clear moisture was already oozing.

She took it into her mouth with a soft, swirling motion of her tongue, her eyes locked onto his the entire time to watch his reaction.

Shi Feng let out a broken sound. His back arched off the stone, his muscles locking tight as the pleasure spiked through him like lightning. He bit his lip so hard he nearly drew blood, trying to stay silent, but his hips bucked instinctively.

"L-Lan Lan..." he choked out, his golden eyes blown wide and swimming with a mix of desperation and pure, unadulterated worship.

Su Qinglan didn’t let up. She continued the rhythmic, firm strokes, her tongue swirling and teasing until Shi Feng’s resistance finally snapped.

His body went rigid, his toes curled into the furs, and he let out a strangled gasp as he reached his peak, coming directly into her mouth.

The lion king was horrified.

As soon as his mind cleared from the hazy bliss, he scrambled to sit up, his face burning a shade of dark purple.

"I’m sorry! Lan Lan, I’m so sorry!" he stammered, his hands shaking as he reached out to wipe her mouth, looking like he wanted to die of shame for "dirtying" his female.

But Su Qinglan didn’t look disgusted at all. Before he could even grab a corner of a hide to clean her, she leaned forward. She grabbed his head and pulled him into a ferocious, deep kiss, tasting him on her own lips.

Shi Feng’s mind went completely blank for a second.

Then, his instincts roared to life. This time, he didn’t just sit there like a statue; he followed her lead, copying her movements and kissing her back with a hunger that nearly knocked them both off the flat stone bed.

They tumbled together in a messy heap of limbs and heavy breathing, their bodies pressed so tightly together it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

When they finally pulled apart, both were panting, their lips swollen and their eyes hazy.

Shi Feng held her tightly, his heart beating like a drum against her chest.

Su Qinglan pulled back slightly, a smug, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She patted his cheek affectionately.

"Your lesson for today is over, student. Tomorrow, I’ll teach you something new."

She stood up abruptly, smoothing out her loose dress.

Shi Feng felt a sudden, cold sense of emptiness the moment her warmth left his arms.

He reached out for her instinctively, looking like a lost cub, but she just pointed at his hide skirt.

"Okay, Get dressed quickly," she said with a wink. "I can hear Han Jue. He is coming back."

Shi Feng felt a cold weight settle in his stomach when he heard her words.

His movements became slow and heavy as he pulled his hide skirt back on. He looked at the floor; his lion’s ears, which had appeared who knows when, drooped slightly.

Was she ashamed of him? Did she want to keep their relationship a secret from the others?

A wave of depressing thoughts crashed over him. Maybe he was just a temporary substitute because the others were gone.

Maybe he wasn’t worthy of standing beside her.

He didn’t say a word, acting like a dutiful, obedient male, but his dejected aura was so thick you could almost poke it.

Su Qinglan watched him, and her heart gave a painful twinge.

Looking at his slumped shoulders and sad eyes, she felt like a total scumbag. She felt like a cheating female who had her fun behind her husbands’ backs and was now frantically asking her lover to hide in the closet because the "real" owners of the house were home.

"Gosh, I really do look like a villain right now," she thought, biting her lip.

She almost wanted to pull him back and kiss him until he smiled, but she forced herself to stay still.

She knew her other husbands far too well.

They were a pack of walking jealousy dispensers. If they walked in and got face-to-face with the intimate scent of another male on her...especially after she had just kicked them all out in a rage...they would absolutely lose their minds.

She could already see it: they wouldn’t dare hurt her, but they would make Shi Feng’s life a living hell.

They were already treating the poor Lion King like a personal slave, making him carry the cubs and do all the heavy lifting.

If they found out he had been intimate with their female while they were out hunting, they might actually try to turn him into a rug.

And the silliest part? This powerful, seventh-striped warrior would probably just let them do it if he thought it would make them accept him.

Su Qinglan sighed, rubbing her temples as the sounds of heavy footsteps and the scent of fresh meat grew closer to the cave entrance.

Having one husband is a headache, she thought, watching the "depressed" lion finish dressing. Having five is a full-time job. My life is never going to be plain again.

"Don’t be sad... it’s just I had a little fight with them, and I feared they would take it out on you," she whispered quickly, giving him a quick peck on his lips.