Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 609: Tonight, I Am Your Bride

"Yue Ying, tonight is just the Enlightenment ceremony. Tomorrow is the day you get married."

Yang Cheng couldn’t help but remind her; all of this should have been between Yue Ying and Da Shan.

"I know, but I just want to complete this ceremony with you. At least tonight, I am your bride."

Yue Ying’s voice trembled, her eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall, looking irresistibly pitiful.

"Yang Cheng, I know you and Da Shan are friends. Since the day I decided to marry him, there was no chance for us. But today, I can openly be with you. Can’t you fulfill just this one wish?"

"I..."

Yang Cheng looked into her eyes, his heart aching somewhat.

Before he could answer, Yue Ying suddenly stood up and embraced him, tilting her head to offer a fragrant kiss. Her soft lips gently brushed against his, her voice tender yet tinged with sadness: "Please, just for tonight, let me truly be your bride."

Yang Cheng’s nostrils were filled with her fragrant scent, his whole being engulfed by heat. He sighed and said, "Alright."

He hadn’t realized Yue Ying had such deep feelings for him, even though they hadn’t known each other for long.

Since he couldn’t take her away from Hidden Cloud Village, he decided to fulfill her small wish. After today, she’d be Da Shan’s wife, and he’d have to keep his distance from her.

Upon hearing this, Yue Ying smiled as tears streamed down her face.

The sight of the beauty’s tears tugged at Yang Cheng’s heartstrings, and he sat down on the bed, pulling Yue Ying onto his lap, letting her sit sideways in his embrace.

Yue Ying sniffed and laughed: "Brother Chen, help me take off the headpiece. This is called ’upper joy,’ symbolizing the blissful love between husband and wife."

"Now that we’re married, what should you call me?"

Yang Cheng’s large hand caressed her tender cheek, gently removing her headpiece, causing her black hair to cascade down.

The women of Hidden Cloud Village all have long hair, much like ancient women. Yue Ying’s hair was like silk, making it hard to let go once touched.

"Husband."

Yue Ying sweetly called out, shyly burying her head in his chest.

Yang Cheng’s breathing grew heavy, his hot breath spraying over her body. His fingertips lifted her chin and eagerly kissed her.

His kiss was particularly fierce, and Yue Ying, inexperienced as she was, was left breathless from the kiss. Her chest heaved, rubbing against his chest, causing a tingling sensation.

The already burning Yang Cheng couldn’t resist such temptation, and his hands gripped her tender breasts tightly.

However, her wedding dress was somewhat cumbersome, with the tassels and pearls being somewhat rigid, making it inconvenient to reach inside. He fondled for a moment before forcefully tugging at her clothes.

"Hmm... Don’t do that, you’ll ruin the wedding dress. What will I wear tomorrow?"

Yue Ying playfully complained, reaching to unbutton her front.

As the red wedding dress fell to the floor beside the bed, her alluring figure was exposed to the air, her skin white and smooth. Her soft jades were wrapped in a water-red dudou, with the buds already rising, visibly pronounced against the thin fabric.

Yang Cheng’s hand rested on the buds, slowly circling and teasing, while he lowered his head to bite her lips.

Their breaths entangled for a while before he whispered: "Your wedding dress is truly beautiful, let me personally help you take it off."

As he spoke, his hand fell on her waist, removing the skirt from below.

In an instant, Yue Ying was left wearing only the water-red dudou, her beautiful legs pressed together, shyly blocking the mesmerizing scenery between them.

Yang Cheng had enlightened several girls in Hidden Cloud Village. He genuinely liked women wearing dudous, finding a unique charm compared to underwear.

He pulled down his pants, and the already awakened dragon instantly sprang forth, then guided Yue Ying’s small hand downward, letting her feel his heat.

Feeling the blazing dragon, Yue Ying’s pretty face flushed red, panting: "It’s so hot! And it’s gotten so big!"

Though she had seen Yang Cheng’s dragon before, tonight he was particularly excited, the colossal form a purple-red, straining with veins and appearing quite fierce.

"For a woman, bigger is better. You see all the girls I’ve enlightened are radiant with joy."

"Yang Cheng! Shameless!"

Yue Ying angrily bit his chest, her beautiful eyes glaring at him.

"What? Jealous?"

Yang Cheng chuckled, his hands caressing her legs, spreading them apart, fingers touching the tender spot.

After a few teases, Yue Ying was already soaked, a sweet moan escaping her lips.

"Brother Chen, I... I feel uncomfortable. Stop teasing and give it to me quickly."

Feeling her lower belly hot and itchy between her legs, she wanted immediate satisfaction, unconsciously grabbing Yang Cheng’s dragon.

"Hiss..."

He gasped, grinding his teeth: "Little demon, be gentle, or you’ll enjoy it less."

Yue Ying’s pretty face was red, her small hand moving lightly over the dragon, unable to resist swallowing.

Though Yang Cheng was somewhat impatient at the moment, he didn’t rush, continuing to assist her with his hand until the honey liquid below overflowed, then grasping his weapon against the entrance of Peach Blossom Cave.

The huge dragon head rubbed against the tender pink, its scorching heat making Yue Ying feel like she might melt, twisting her waist unconsciously.

Yang Cheng chuckled lightly, slightly moving his waist, inserting the dragon head within.

The warmth and extreme tightness made him groan in comfort, but Yue Ying, being inexperienced and quite young, became stuck with just the dragon head inside.

"Relax a bit, my wife."

Yang Cheng breathed heavily, spreading her legs wide, moving back and forth a bit.

"Hmm... Ah... So big!"

Yue Ying couldn’t help but moan, a tingling proceeded from below, with overflowing honey wetting the dragon head.

Yang Cheng teased her sensitive spot a few times, unable to hold back, thrusting deeply.

"Ah... It hurts!"

The dragon head struck the center, pain causing Yue Ying to scream, tears welling in her beautiful eyes.

"Yue Ying, bear with it. It’ll feel better soon."

Yang Cheng softly consoled, his large hands stroking her, giving her some time to adjust.

But he couldn’t hold it, sweat covering his forehead, the inside warm and tight, making him eager to proceed.

After a moment, Yue Ying’s furrowed brow relaxed, softly saying: "Brother Chen, I’m okay. You can move."

As soon as her words fell, Yang Cheng tightly embraced her, his waist moving furiously beneath, kissing her soft jade, vigorously sucking the tender bud, leaving red marks on her skin.

Having enough of the tender breasts, he kissed upwards along her neck, reaching her lips. His waist forcefully stirred upwards, every thrust striking the deepest flower heart...