Chapter 5 Pity

Ajiman was still wrapped in that long cloak and sat quietly at the corner of the bed.

Hearing the sound of the door, she raised her eyes and looked at Cheng Zongyang quietly.

The young man had a bad face, and his eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan" as if he had encountered some trouble.

When he entered the door, he fell into the chair, so tired that he didn't even want to lift his fingers.

Ajiman walked over, squatted down, picked up one of Cheng Zongyang's feet, put them on his knees, then helped him remove his boots, and pressed his toes and massaged them gently.

The young man was obviously stunned. When he woke up, he quickly withdrew his foot like lightning.Ajiman raised his face and smiled and said: Is it because Man'er didn't press it well?

No!No!

Cheng Zongyang shook his hand quickly.

Ajiman stretched out his hand again, but Cheng Zongyang hid his legs, shook his hand and smiled bitterly: No need to press it... I'm a little uncomfortable.

Cheng Zongyang has been to Yuzu City, but that was a commercial transaction. He paid for it and provided services to the other party.

Ajiman was different. Letting such a beautiful girl serve him makes Cheng Zongyang feel a little blasphemy.

Ajiman said: Man'er is the master's slave, and the slave should serve his master.

I have torn your body contract, you are no longer a slave.

Man'er is the master's slave, not because of that piece of paper.

Cheng Zong raised his head as if he was fighting. Why is this girl so stubborn? She is comparable to that dead girl Yueshuang.

The master was sweating a lot, Man'er should help him clean it.

Cheng Zongyang sighed, do whatever you want.By the way, don’t call me master, just call me Zong Yang.

OKMaster Zong Yang.

Cheng Zongyang had to ignore her.

Ajiman poured water into the wooden washbasin, soaked a cloth towel, and then smeared it half dry. He bent down and carefully wiped away the dust and sweat from Cheng Zongyang's face.

The cloth towel is made of thick cotton, which is slightly stiffer than the towels Cheng Zongyang used to use, but the cloth towel soaked in water covers the face. The cool feeling made Cheng Zongyang breathe comfortably.

Every three wipes, Ajiman will soak the water again, always keeping the cloth towel wet and cool and clean.

She carefully wiped Cheng Zongyang's head and neck, then unbuttoned his top and rubbed it carefully on his chest.

I have to say that this is a wonderful treat.

Ajiman's hands were soft and delicate, and the parts she had applied to became cool immediately, and the heat and boredom of her body disappeared bit by bit.

Cheng Zongyang didn't understand why this stubborn girl regarded herself as a female slave, and he was too lazy to think about it anymore.

Perhaps it was because the witch was sucked too hard by the witch in the early morning that Cheng Zongyang felt his hands and feet sore and weak all day long.

After a day of running around, I was so tired that I didn't even want to open my eyes.

The cool cloth towel was gently wiped on her body, and the room was as quiet as if it was sealed in a box.

Cheng Zongyang closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became smooth, and he fell asleep under the girl's service.

In the hazy state, his lower body suddenly became cold and Cheng Zongyang woke up in shock.

The sky outside was already dark, and the clothes on his body were soaked in the basin.

I don’t know how long I have been sleeping, but my body has been cleaned. At this moment, the girl is wiping her last part with a cloth towel.

Ajiman stopped, is it the cloth towel too cold?

People are often most sleepy when they are awakened. Cheng Zongyang nodded vaguely and then fell asleep again.

After a while, a soft object gently held his penis, warm and ecstatic smoothness, gently passing his lower body.

In an instant, Cheng Zongyang had an illusion, as if his girlfriend Zimei traveled through time and space, came to her side, and awakened herself naughtyly as before.

Cheng Zongyang slowly opened his eyes and stared at the girl beneath him.

Ajiman had taken off all his clothes at some point and knelt between his legs with his naked white body.

Her head and neck drooped, and she licked her penis little by little with her delicate lips and tongue as delicate as petals.

The pair of plump and round breasts were wet. While licking, she held up her tender breasts and used the soaked breasts to replace the cloth towel, scrubbing between his legs.

As she licked her lips and tongue, the dormant penis quickly became erect and filled the girl's little mouth.Ajiman looked at him with beautiful eyes, his bright red lips curled up, and his eyebrows were filled with smiles.

The girl carefully spit out her penis, wiped the wet marks on her lips with her fingertips, and whispered: It tastes so strong.

Cheng Zongyang was still immersed in the long-lost feeling and found that the Indian girl was serving him, not his dream girlfriend. I don’t know if she was happy or disappointed.

Cheng Zongyang forced a smile and said in a slightly hoarse voice: Is there no water?

The newly drawn water in the well is too cold and will wake the owner up.

Ajiman's wet and soft breasts wrapped around her erect penis, and she said, wiping it carefully.

The delicate and delicate breasts of milk were applied from the penis, and the skin that had been stained with water was cool and smooth, as soft as silk.

This underage girl has grown a pair of large and exaggerated breasts, which are round and elastic in shape.

She held her breasts with both hands, and two snow-white beautiful bodies wrapped the penis from the glans to the penis.

The girl carefully rubbed her breasts, and the wonderful touch made Cheng Zongyang's penis harder and harder.

He shook his head, throwing the scene in the dream just now and the worry of losing the tip.

If Zimei traveled with her time together, Cheng Zongyang didn't know whether they had the fate to leave the grassland, nor how they should support themselves in this strange world.

It’s better to face all this alone.

Ajiman let go of her breasts, revealing her irritated penis between her breasts.The stains on the penis had been licked cleanly, and the dark red glans was round and large, and was wiped shiny by the breast flesh, looking very arrogant.

Cheng Zongyang put aside his worries and said with a smile: What should I do now?

Ajiman stood up between his legs and said with a smile: Master is very tired, so he sits here without moving, let Man'er serve you.

Cheng Zongyang opened his hands and feet and leaned on the back of the chair in a comfortable position.

Ajiman turned around, his legs tightly leaned together, raised his butt, held Cheng Zongyang's penis with one hand, and separated the snow-slipping buttocks with the other hand, put the glans into the hole, then slowly sat down, swallowing the penis into the body.

The lower body that had just broken his body was still a little painful. Ajiman bit his lip and waited until the thick penis completely entered his body, his frowning brows stretched out.

She moved her butt carefully to let her penis penetrate deeper, and then clamped the penis with her soft vagina and gently stroked it.

Under the dim light, Ajiman's white body was as smooth as jade, emitting a hazy luster.

Her body has not yet been fully developed, her shoulders are narrow, her back is like a polished and smooth jade pendant, her slender waist is curved and smooth, her buttocks are round, white and tender, her hip shape is delicate, her skin color is crystal clear, and her buttocks are smooth and smooth, which is a rare beauty at first glance.

The girl's lower body was still as tight as a virgin, and her penis was inserted into it, like it was tightened by a soft little mouth.

She held her butt with both hands, stroking her master's penis like a snowball.

The small and tender buttocks formed a strong contrast with the thick penis, which made Cheng Zongyang unable to help but feel a slight sense of guilt.

This little girl is so beautiful and tender, just like a cute little princess in the fairy tale world...

Ajiman sat down with difficulty until his soft and tender labia touched the base of his penis, then turned around and asked: Is it so comfortable?

Cheng Zongyang smiled and said: It's better than I thought.

Ajiman suddenly shone with brilliance, and she said embarrassedly: This is the first time Man'er has done it...

The girl leaned forward, held the edge of the round table in front of her with both hands, bent her waist down, raised her tender round buttocks on Cheng Zongyang's lower abdomen, and then raised them upwards.

The delicate vagina slid softly, rubbing every inch of the skin of the penis.

Cheng Zongyang looked at the girl's movements half surprised and half admiration.

Ajiman did not thrust his body, but instead twisted his waist solely, raising Xuenen's butt to the top of his penis, completely revealing the girl's charming genitals.

The whole penis was almost completely lifted out, only the glans was still inserted into the hole. From her open buttocks, you could clearly see that the tender and beautiful pussy was filled with the huge glans. The beautiful flesh at the mouth of the hole was slightly bulging out, and the two delicate labia were softly clamped on both sides of the penis, so red and tender that it seemed to drip bright red rouge.

Before the glans could be released from the hole, Ajiman's soft waist was raised, her white buttocks sank down, and her smooth vagina re-entered her penis, accurately without a root.

Cheng Zongyang didn't need to move a finger, he just needed to thrust his penis, and a tender vagina was actively clamping the penis, stroking it up and down, and making the move to be fucked.

The girl held the table with her hands and kept her legs still, only her tender round buttocks moved, gradually accelerating.

Her round butt was like a white snowball, jumping up and down between Cheng Zong's legs.

Under her buttocks, a thick and long penis came in and out between her snow-white buttocks, making the beautiful red pussy unable to be deformed.

Cheng Zongyang also used female superiors when summoning prostitutes, but those women only squatted around him with their butts, which was not as artistic as Ajiman.

Ajiman's pace is getting faster and faster, her movements are accurate and changeable, full of dance-like rhythms.

As the snow buttocks rise and fall, each of them goes from the base of the penis to the bottom of the glans, always letting his glans be inserted into his hole, maintaining the posture of being fucked.

And every time she stroked her vagina, the speed and angle of falling, changed slightly, allowing his penis to flow throughout every part of her vagina.

Due to the different body structures, the woman takes the initiative to take the initiative and rarely has the speed and strength of the man when having sex. Although it saves effort, it lacks the pleasure of being refreshing.

Ajiman's butt was fast and accurate, and each stroke allowed his penis to fuck the end of his vagina.

Cheng Zongyang felt so comfortable that his whole body was soft, but his penis became harder and harder.

He spread his limbs and lay lazily on the chair, thrusting his penis while enjoying the girl's beautiful pussy.

The glans and the rod were wrapped in soft honey flesh and rubbed back and forth, and the pleasure rushed over like a tide and extended to the ends of the hair.

Ajiman twisted his butt to one side like he danced, swaying at an inclined angle.The tender pussy became increasingly narrow and tighter, and at the same time it was grinding on the glans with a rotation force.

After a while, Ajiman changed his position again, still tightening his legs, leaning backwards, keeping his penis and honey hole straight, and letting his glans fuck her flower center with each stroke.

Cheng Zongyang's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his snow buttocks moved faster and faster.

Just before Cheng Zongyang was about to explode, Ajiman's white butt suddenly sank, tightly sucking his penis.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Zongyang started to squirt in her vagina.

Ajiman obediently stuck out his butt and asked him to ejaculate the semen into his body.

When Cheng Zongyang's last drop of semen ejaculated, the vagina tightened softly and sucked his penis like a gentle little mouth, allowing him to enjoy the gentle service after ejaculation.

After a long time, Ajiman slowly raised his butt and left the penis that had become soft and drooped after ejaculation.

The genitals that the girl had had sex with had a lewd and soft luster, and slowly spit out her penis.

Then a stream of turbid white semen flowed out from the hole, and there were traces of blood among the sticky liquid.

Only then did Cheng Zongyang realize that the first time the girl in front of him broke her anger was only ten hours ago, and the trauma in her body had not completely healed.

Sorry, I don’t know - does it still hurt?

Ajiman turned around with a smile, and there was no sign of pain on his face.

The master should not say sorry to his female slave.

Cheng Zongyang scratched his head and smiled bitterly: I have said it a hundred times, you are no longer a slave.You have left the store and you have no body contract. No matter who you are, you can no longer treat you as a slave.

The smile on Ajiman's face gradually disappeared. She looked at Cheng Zongyang's eyes and said seriously: As long as Man'er's sin has not been redeemed, she will always be the master's slave.

Cheng Zongyang was stunned, what crime?

When the master gave his body to Man'er, Man'er was very scared...

Cheng Zongyang said in confusion: You should be happy, right?How could you be afraid?

Ajiman's eyes gradually turned red. She hugged her naked breasts and whispered: Man'er was thinking that if the owner was really killed by Man'er that day, when they found out that Man'er was no longer a virgin, they would definitely sell Man'er angrily.

When the owner bought Man'er, Man'er was actually very scared.I am afraid that my master will punish the female slaves they don’t like like other men.But the master gave his body to Man'er.He also said that the master had promised to save Man'er.

The girl started crying quietly.Man'er is not a bad guy...it's just, it's just them...

Ajiman raised his face, put his hands on his chest, and said seriously: Brahma is above. Since I learned that the master has really forgiven Man'er, I, Ajimanbana, have vowed to repay the master.

As she said that, she choked up again, but Man'er had nothing, only this body was left.But Man'er betrayed his master, and his master no longer likes Man'er...

Ajiman's words and tears made Cheng Zongyang's heart sour and sweet.

He reached out and carried Ajiman into his arms, letting her sit on his lap, like coaxing a little girl, while wiping away the tears from her face, saying: Are you crying because of this now?

Ajiman nodded and said in tears: I was the one who told me a lie...

Cheng Zongyang comforted: Don’t be sad, I won’t blame you.

Ajiman was crying and whimpered: Why is the master so good to Man'er?

Maybe……

Cheng Zongyang thought for a while, maybe I really look like your brother.

Ajiman's lips bent, as if he wanted to laugh, but tears rolled down like broken beads. She hugged Cheng Zongyang tightly with her naked arms and cried: Brother... Brother...

The girl's plump breasts were shaking, and tears dripped on it, leaving mottled wet marks.

Ajiman cried so sadly, and his semen was still inside the body, so it was hard to ignore it.

Cheng Zongyang hugged her slender body and coaxed her: Just cry, tell your brother all your grievances.

Ajiman cried and said, "Brother... The city will be broken on the third day after you leave."That day, the black goddess of death Kali covered the entire city of Kalinga with her robe.The enemy who worships the god of war, Sejiantuo, rushed into the city, killed all the men, cut off his father's head, hung it on the city, and took us into the military camp.Do you still remember the daughter of the lord of Jielingjia City?That moon-like girl.She was five years older than me, and it was her wedding that day.But her fiancé died at the top of the city and she was taken to the military camp.They asked her to dance at the banquet, beat her with sticks... and her noble mother, who called her dogs, put dog ties on her... They died soon...

The city was full of dead people, and crows covered the entire city.We were locked in the military camp and died every day, no one gave us food, and many children were starving to death...

Cheng Zongyang said: Then you were sold here with your mother?

Ajiman nodded and cried: I dare not call her mother.They thought she was my nanny.

Cheng Zongyang advised: Don’t be sad, those things are over and will not happen again.and……

At least they didn't bully you.

Ajiman said with tears in his eyes: I was less than thirteen years old at that time, and they regarded me as a child.

Cheng Zongyang sighed in his heart. The little girl who was less than thirteen years old suddenly became a family. As a captured slave, she would inevitably cause psychological trauma to her.

No wonder she hates men so much.

Ajiman was already crying, and it was not a good idea to keep crying. Cheng Zongyang put aside the heavy pressure in his heart and said: Ajiman is a brave girl.

Ajiman raised his face and said hesitantly: Is that true?

Cheng Zongyang smiled and said: Yesterday, you were in the dungeon, and you were not afraid of pain after you shed so much blood.

Ajiman's smile was about to show froze on his face.She bit her lip and after a while she said: In the military camp, every woman who wants to eat must do that.

Cheng Zongyang didn't expect that he could touch her wound again with a casual word, so he had to shut up and silently hug the girl's slightly cold body in his arms.

At that moment, Cheng Zongyang felt a kind of loneliness that penetrated his bones.

No matter how sympathized with Ajiman, he would never know all of her experiences.

He remembered a sentence: How can you know the joy of fish if you are not a fish?

No matter how much you know, you can't replace others' feelings.

The girl sobbed, her white and slippery shoulders thrust in front of Cheng Zongyang's chest.Her white cheeks and breasts were wet with tears, and she emitted a wet snowy gloss in the dark.

Cheng Zongyang picked up the cloth towel and zipped it on the table.

Ajiman slowly stopped crying, looking at the pattern he drew on the table with a wipe.

It was a strange thing, with a round head larger than the body. It stretched out its hand, a cute big mouth smiling silly, with a round palm, and a big pocket on its belly.

Cheng Zongyang ticked it intently, and finally put a few beards on its mouth before putting down the cloth towel.

Do you know what it is?

Ajiman said hesitantly: Is it...a cat?

It's Tinker Bell.This is its nose, and it can smell the smell of Tooriyaki a kilometer away: this is its mouth, and when it is wide open, it can put down a large washbasin: this is its four-dimensional pocket, which contains all kinds of fun things.Like a flying dragonfly, people can fly if they are put on their heads...

Like the Feather Man?

Well, there may be a little difference... By the way, it has any doors.

Cheng Zongyang drew a door pattern, and just open the door and you can go anywhere you want.There are also lucky cakes, you can get good luck by eating them.There is also the Ghost Story Fireball, which creates the most scary atmosphere, specifically used to scare yourself.There is also an air gun. If you put the barrel on your finger and say "加" it will blow people down...

Cheng Zongyang drew a big bear that was knocked down by an air gun, which made Ajiman giggle.

There is also a wish fulfillment book, which has many grids on it. As long as you fill in the conditions according to the grid, no matter what wish you wish you can be realized...

Can it really be achieved?

Of course!

Cheng Zongyang said in a pledge.

Ajiman looked at the smiling dormant cat on the table and said with a hint of admiration: Your gods are as powerful as Brahma.

Cheng Zongyang almost bit his tongue.

I didn't expect that I actually found a believer for Tingdang in another world, and it was still very pious.

It is difficult for Cheng Zongyang to explain the difference between anime works and myths to Ajiman.

For her, Tinker Bell, who has countless props, is the incarnation of the gods, just like the legendary Brahma.

What's wrong?

Ajiman looked at Cheng Zongyang's expression in confusion.

……nothing.

Cheng Zongyang didn't want to create a religion that worships Tinker Bell in this world. He hugged Ajiman and stood up and wiped his tears.

He smiled and said: Your body is so light.