My wife is a Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox
Chapter 107: The First Innocent Time

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: The First Innocent Time

"Hmm!"

Huang Yao nodded with a blushing face, knowing well what she was about to face.

However, after going upstairs, Wu Xia did not lead her to the bedroom but to the study, where he took out a drawing board.

"You like drawing, don’t you? Come, sit tight; brother will sketch you in three minutes!"

"Ah?"

Huang Yao exclaimed, her face turning even redder, her mind in utter chaos: Huang Yao, he just asked you to come up to draw, what are you thinking? Really, you are a girl!

Wu Xia had long seen through Huang Yao’s thoughts but remained calm and unflustered.

He was waiting, waiting for the emotions inside Huang Yao to reach a tipping point, to let her possess feelings.

Only in this way could he initiate her first time, allowing her to completely release her emotions, so Yaoji could enter her body smoothly and clear the Gu Worm inside her.

Wu Xia’s hand moved swiftly, claiming to create a sketch, but within the brief span of three minutes, he had captured Huang Yao’s youthful and pure face completely.

The textures were clear, especially the ripples in her eyes, portrayed as vividly as life itself.

"With such a skill, what kind of woman can’t you pursue?"

Wu Xia mused to himself.

No wonder women always liked him; he had already become all-capable.

Wu Xia sketched not only Huang Yao’s portrait but her entire figure, including her clothes.

When Huang Yao saw the drawing, her eyes widened.

"This... this is magical!"

"Brother, how did you do this?"

If it were an ordinary day, drawing a portrait in three or five minutes would already be impressive.

But Wu Xia had drawn a full-body image, not only with a clear facial expression but also with the details of her clothes and the folds sharply defined.

If it weren’t for the materials evidently being pencil sketches, Huang Yao would have suspected it was a photographed image.

"There’s something even more magical!"

Wu Xia flashed a mischievous smile, picking up the pencil and pointing at the clothing area in the drawing: "If you just undo this button here, your clothes will undo themselves accordingly. Do you believe it?"

"I don’t believe it!" Huang Yao shook her head and pouted, "You think I’m a three-year-old child?"

Wu Xia didn’t speak, merely lifting the pencil slightly, and the button, which had been firmly fastened in the drawing, simply came undone, looking as if it had always been that way.

"Ah?"

Huang Yao’s eyes widened; she hadn’t expected the drawing to actually change. She quickly reached to feel her own collar, and indeed, the button had come undone.

"Wow, brother, you’re amazing; how did you do that, teach me!"

Huang Yao shouted excitedly.

"Come, just a gentle flick like this!"

Wu Xia handed the pencil to Huang Yao, holding her hand and gently flicking it against the drawing.

Huang Yao was thrilled.

It was the first time she felt like she was playing a mini-game on a piece of drawing paper.

She became so engrossed that she quickly undid the clothing completely.

The entire drawing underwent a transformation.

She even reached out to touch it, confirming that it was still just a drawing.

"Wow, brother, you’re incredible!"

Huang Yao turned around, jumping joyfully.

However, she hadn’t realized that her own clothes had been thoroughly undone, and as she jumped, her clothes fully opened, revealing a white undershirt inside, the two delicate white rabbits bouncing with her movements.

"Ah!"

Huang Yao realized what had happened and quickly clutched her chest, squatting down from embarrassment, her entire body tense with nerves.

Wu Xia no longer held back, feeling that the moment was just right.

He embraced Huang Yao from behind, as one would a child, and walked out of the study into the adjacent room.

The room, having been thoroughly cleaned after a three-day and three-night ordeal with Wang Zhiruo, was filled with roses and candles flickered in every corner.

Under the dim lights, which girl wouldn’t be moved by such a marvelous scene?

Huang Yao was stunned by the sight before her.

The rush of affection surged into her brain, making her feel like crying.

Women are emotional creatures, unlike men who only rely on that hard thing to think.

They need emotions, and only with emotions do they willingly unite with you.

Wu Xia placed Huang Yao on the bed and pounced on her smoothly.

The scent of roses mixed with that of milk was mesmerizing.

He didn’t run away anymore, and kissed Huang Yao directly, his tongue breaking through her tightly closed lips and reaching inside.

Huang Yao’s body trembled, eyes wide open as she stared at the man before her.

Wu Xia’s tongue maneuvered around, twirling Huang Yao’s tongue, stirring her into action.

His hand rubbed back and forth across Huang Yao’s body.

Huang Yao made no move, lying there like a zombie, her body stiff as a board.

That left Wu Xia somewhat flabbergasted.

He hadn’t expected that, after nurturing this relationship for so long and finally getting to the bed, she would be frigid.

But Wu Xia soon adjusted his mindset, after all, it was Huang Yao’s first time, and she hadn’t even touched a boy’s hand normally.

He controlled his emotions and slowly slipped his hand into Huang Yao’s camisole.

"Ah... don’t..."

Huang Yao, somewhat scared, quickly reached out to stop Wu Xia.

But Wu Xia had already seized the moment and directly grabbed her breasts, which were the size of apples.

Huang Yao showed no reaction other than fear.

Wu Xia even tried to tease her nipples, but it was to no avail.

Those little breasts simply wouldn’t cooperate.

Eventually, Wu Xia had no choice but to remove Huang Yao’s camisole and begin sucking with his mouth.

"Ah!"

Huang Yao let out a sharp scream; she finally felt something there.

Wu Xia too breathed a sigh of relief.

Having wasted so much effort, it would have been hopeless had he encountered someone truly frigid.

Wu Xia took advantage of the situation, placing his hand under Huang Yao’s tracksuit, rubbing back and forth between her legs.

After rubbing four or five times, Huang Yao found her rhythm, her butt raised high, trying to let his hand go deeper.

This was a human’s instinctive reaction, flowing down from the DNA, unrelated to experience.

Wu Xia was very pleased with Huang Yao’s response, propping himself up and taking off her pants smoothly.

Revealing her panties featuring a yellow Pikachu pattern.

A familiar memory surfaced in Wu Xia’s mind.

It was from high school, secretly hanging around the girls’ dormitory, analyzing with his roommates which classmate wore which panties.

Unexpectedly, after more than a decade, Wu Xia once again experienced the joy of his high school days.

By then, the yellow Pikachu was already wet, carrying a faint scent of arousal.

Wu Xia did not hurry to unveil that final secret but rubbed from the outside instead, letting Huang Yao feel a deeper touch.

"Ah!"

Huang Yao finally couldn’t help but moan, her lower body trembling intensely.

Wu Xia knew the time was ripe and took off Huang Yao’s panties.

At that moment, Wu Xia was stunned.

Given how thin Huang Yao was, he expected her privates to be like a Yingjiao, but unexpectedly, after removing her panties, it resembled a steamed bun.

Moreover, it seemed deliberately arranged, being a hairless White Tiger.

Those two thick labia were like a door full of miracles, with a small slit tempting you.

"Truly exceptional!"

Wu Xia couldn’t help but exclaim, holding his penis, gently rubbing it against that mysterious entrance.

"Brother... wait... I’m scared... let me see what that thing looks like..."