She quickly finished and said, "Ye Li, let go. This is uncomfortable."

Every movement caused the trapped fabric to chafe. Even when she tried to shift away, the sensation persisted, the inability to directly touch the source of the irritation only intensifying the discomfort.

She was trapped between a rock and a hard place.

Movement brought pleasure. Stillness, while not easing the initial sensation, amplified it, the constant presence of the fabric a persistent reminder.

The pleasure, instead of diminishing, intensified.

Ye Li set down the bowl and said nothing. His hand moved across her stomach. Her body always felt delicate, and even the slightest pressure left a visible impression.

He could almost feel the soup she’d just consumed through the thin layer of skin.

He kneaded her stomach gently before moving lower. Her lower abdomen remained slightly rounded, but sadly, she still wasn’t pregnant.

Disappointed, he traced the curve with his fingers, the pressure light but enough to tug at the trapped fabric.

Niu Shurui’s body tensed. The silk, instead of loosening, tightened with the pulling.

The rough sensation made her waist tremble, and her trapped hand struggled. "Get it out... Ye Li..." she pleaded, her voice shaking.

She looked up at him, her head falling back against his chest. His expression was strangely calm. As their eyes met, something flickered in Niu Shurui's mind, a sudden realization.

She tried to pull away, but her legs were entangled with his, her struggles futile, only deepening her breaths.

Ye Li’s tongue flicked against the red mole beneath her left eye, but his gaze was fixed lower.

His eyes swept over the rise and fall of her chest, her abdomen, finally settling on the place where her thighs, seemingly both forced and willing, held the silk captive. From his vantage point, he could see clearly how the fabric gathered between them.

Her s3x, like the rest of her, appeared delicate but felt perfect to the touch, soft and yielding.

The small, mound-like br3asts were pale, tinged with a delicate pink from recent attention. They held a captivating vulnerability, an invitation for further, more intense caresses.

The color, light and faint, deepened towards the center, now obscured by the white silk.

He reached down, pushing more fabric into the crevice, stopping only when it could hold no more. His fingers moved lower, exploring the opening of her urethra, as if to push the fabric inside. Niu Shurui immediately begged, "No, please, Ye Li..."

Only then did Ye Li realize his tongue, which had been teasing her skin, had stopped. Saliva trailed down her cheek.

He followed the path with his tongue, reaching her lips, silencing her pleas.

His hand moved away from her urethra and slipped down between her folds. The entrance, already slick with arousal, readily accepted his finger, pulling in more of the silk.

Compared to the relatively soft silk, his finger felt rough. Niu Shurui instantly climaxed, soaking the fabric.

Ye Li chuckled softly, gathering more silk and pushing it inside until the hem of her robe wouldn't stretch any further.

His thumb moved upwards, confirming the silk was still securely lodged between her folds. He abruptly closed her legs, trapping them with his own, holding them fast.

Then, he began to slowly pull the fabric from her abdomen.

The silk, packed tightly and deeply, resisted the movement. Her legs, held captive, couldn’t budge. He was deliberately slow, the pulling hard and forceful, the pace agonizingly deliberate.

Niu Shurui could feel the resistance, the fabric slowly dragging upwards, scraping against her flesh, her urethra, her clit, and her swollen folds.

The rough sensation made her arch her back and struggle, her muffled cries swallowed by Ye Li's kiss.

The prolonged torture was excruciating.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The slick moisture, unable to escape the trapped fabric, pooled between her folds.

Finally, when the silk was free, Niu Shurui’s eyes were glazed over, unfocused.

Ye Li released her hand, and she let it fall limply to her side, too weak to fight.

He kissed her face, spread her legs slightly, and thrust into her, his rhythm hard and fast.

Niu Shurui was helpless, the repeated sensation of being lifted and dropped leaving her disoriented. She instinctively reached for him, seeking a sense of security. But his hand moved downwards, one pressing against her lower abdomen, the other reaching between her legs. His fingers spread her folds, his long, strong middle finger pressing down, covering her clit and the sensitive flesh beneath.