The pressure on her lower abdomen intensified, the urge to relieve herself growing stronger. It was then that Niu Shurui fully understood her earlier premonition.

Her lower body clenched, but his hand, holding her open, prevented her from closing her legs. Only her urethra responded, contracting around him. The involuntary spasm sent a jolt through Ye Li but offered no relief to Niu Shurui.

Instead, it seemed to intensify his actions.

The pressure on her abdomen increased, each press so hard she could feel the outline of his penis through her flesh, as if urging her to release.

The urge grew overwhelming. Her nails dug deeper into his arm, but he seemed oblivious, his eyes fixated on her exposed sex.

She held back with such force that her contractions felt as if they would crush him. Unable to contain himself any longer, Ye Li cl1maxed, thrusting upwards into her, his hand moving frantically, rubbing her raw. Still, she refused to release, despite wave after wave of pleasure.

He looked down at her. All her strength was focused on holding back, her eyes fixed straight ahead, unable even to plead.

The sight fueled the fire within him. He grabbed her robe again, ignoring her discomfort, and ground the fabric against her.

The damp silk, cooled by the air conditioning, felt icy against her heated flesh.

The moment the fabric touched her, another wave of pleasure washed over her, and a small spurt of urine escaped.

Ye Li, watching intently, didn’t miss it as it arced through the air and landed on the sheet.

Niu Shurui’s head tilted back, a whimper escaping her throat. She choked out a plea, "No, please... let me go to the bathroom... I... I won't ask to leave, okay?"

But Ye Li was captivated.

She had urinated. Finally. The realization filled him. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, his entire focus on the space between her legs.

He lifted her hips, angling her towards him, so he could have a clearer view. He didn’t even bother to readjust when his p3nis slipped out.

He half-reclined, holding her against him, twisting the soaked fabric into a makeshift rope, and rubbed it against her slightly open urethra.

He heard her crying, but he only pressed harder, pushing the fabric inside.

He was surprised by the ease of entry but lingered before pulling it out.

His other hand, no longer pressing on her abdomen, joined the first, teasing her cl1t with the same rough movements. Her body trembled beneath his touch, the tension building.

Her urethra, still open, invited him back, and he focused both hands there.

The pressure reached its peak, her cl1t swelling, white and hard.

A pale stream of urine erupted from the opening he held between his fingers, a strong, steady stream arcing through the air and landing on the table in front of them with a sharp, distinct sound. Niu Shurui sobbed uncontrollably, her legs kicking wildly, knocking the table over. Ceramic dishes crashed to the floor.

The sound brought a flicker of awareness, and she tried to hold back, but Ye Li sensed it and poked at her urethra even harder.

The stream became broken, spraying across the bed.

Niu Shurui cried harder than she ever had before, her small body shaking uncontrollably. Even after her bladder was empty, the sobs continued.

Ye Li, seemingly reluctant to stop, continued to touch her, probing her urethra, even pulling her open to try and see inside.

Finally, when nothing more came, he relented, acknowledging that she was empty. He gently rubbed the sensitive spot, as if in consolation or praise.

Then, he wiped his hands, lifted her, and kissed away her tears. "Good girl, Niu Niu," he murmured.

He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked when she urinated, to ask if she would do it for him again.

But seeing her distress, he held back, silently adding the words to his thoughts. There was no rush. There would be a second time, and a third, and many more after that. He would see it all.