They held each other's gaze for a moment, then Ye Li abruptly got out of bed and went into the bathroom. This brought back unpleasant memories. Thankfully, he didn't emerge with any bottles or jars.

His face was wet, freshly washed. He went to the nightstand, picked up the ointment, and studied it carefully. Then, he pulled back the covers from her lower body. "This has some pain-relieving properties."

He gently parted her legs and, leaning close, tentatively touched her s3x. As expected, it clenched shut, offering no opening.

He kissed her thigh. Just as she began to suspect what he was planning, he abruptly sucked her cl1t into his mouth.

Her vulva, still sensitive from the previous night's ordeal, flushed a deeper red. The slightest touch sent spasms through her, and she could already feel the slickness building within.

The stimulation aggravated her injury, but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as his tongue worked its magic. He was incredibly gentle, his touch feather-light, barely a caress. To ease her discomfort, he stroked her lower back.

The gentleness only intensified the sensations, her body craving more. He avoided her entrance, afraid of causing further pain, his tongue meticulously exploring every inch of her cl1t. His chin and nose brushed against her swollen folds, sending shivers of delight through her.

It wasn't long before she came undone, a wave of pleasure washing over her. The sting from the tear was insignificant compared to the overwhelming ecstasy.

He took advantage of her relaxed state, bending her knees further to expose her entrance. As he continued to lick and suck, he gently massaged the opening, his fingers slick with her arousal. He slowly inserted a finger, and she instinctively tightened around him.

He increased the pressure, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue against her cl1t, until she relaxed enough for him to push his ointment-coated finger deeper inside, massaging the tender flesh. Wanting to ensure thorough coverage, he continued to probe, eventually inserting his entire finger.

His ministrations were so gentle, so intoxicating, that she couldn't resist. She came several times, barely registering when he fully inserted two fingers.

Then, a sharp, intense sensation shot through her. She cried out, her abdomen convulsing as she climaxed again. Even after the initial wave subsided, a lingering tremor pulsed through her. She found herself wanting him inside her, filling her completely.

He felt the contractions around his fingers, the insistent pulsing of her inner walls. He pressed against a particularly sensitive spot, and she arched her back, crying out. The sound was strained, almost desperate. He started to withdraw, thinking he'd hurt her, but stopped midway, realizing it wasn't pain she was expressing.

He lifted his head to look at her. She was still panting, her breathy moans both familiar and new. These were the sounds she made only when she was truly lost in pleasure.

The sound alone was enough to arouse him, his own arousal throbbing painfully against the bed. He looked at her swollen s3x, glistening around his fingers, and began to pump them rapidly in and out. His other hand moved to her cl1t, rubbing and pinching the sensitive nub.

Her body clenched violently, and she cried out, "No, no… Ye Li, stop, please…"

But before she could finish, another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her release coating his hand. He watched, mesmerized, then lowered his head, licking his fingers clean. The wet sounds echoed in the room.

Niu Shurui's lower body throbbed, her abdomen aching with a need more intense than ever before. The pain from her injury was gone, replaced by a raw, desperate hunger.

Two fingers were so much more agile, more precise. He'd brushed against this sensitive spot before, but only fleetingly. Now, he focused on it, his knuckles grinding against it, the unreleased tension building in his own body.

Niu Shurui's vision swam, her senses consumed by the exquisite torture of his fingers digging, pinching, and pressing. She moaned, mindless and uninhibited.

Ye Li's body burned, flushed and slick with sweat. The veins in his wrists bulged, strained from exertion and restraint. He pumped his fingers harder, listening to her increasingly desperate cries. He lowered his head and took her cl1t into his mouth, sucking hard.

A high-pitched cry escaped her lips. He sucked harder, faster, venting his frustration at not being able to be fully inside her. The rough texture of his tongue pushed her over the edge once more, and she went limp, her limbs twitching against the tangled sheets.

Her release was copious, coating his hand again, some of it even dripping down his wrist. He lapped it all up, then pulled his fingers out, her entrance clinging to them until the last possible moment.

He licked his hand clean once more, then climbed on top of her, showering her face with kisses.