Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off-Chapter 447: Shi Feng’s Breaking Point [M]
In her sleep, Su Qinglan felt something warm and sticky coating her fingers.
"Baby..." she murmured groggily, her eyes still squeezed shut. "Did you wet the bed again?"
Shi Feng, who was still floating in a cloud of pure bliss, felt like he had been doused with ice water. His eyes snapped open, and his face turned a deep, bruised purple from sheer embarrassment.
Did he just get accused of wetting the bed?
"You think I... I would never!" he whispered hoarsely, though he was so flustered his voice cracked.
He sat up abruptly, his heart racing as he looked down at Su Qinglan. He checked her face from every angle, praying to the beast gods that she was still asleep.
Her eyes were still closed, but her hand, the one covered in the evidence of his climax, was held up in the air as if she were waiting for a cloth.
The sight of her small hand covered in his mess made Shi Feng’s brain melt. If she woke up now and thought he had actually "wet the bed" like a toddler, he would never be able to show his face in the tribe again. The other husbands would laugh him out of the forest!
Panicked, he scrambled to his feet. He grabbed a clean piece of soft animal hide and reached for her hand.
He moved with the precision of a thief, gently grasping her wrist and wiping her fingers one by one. He was incredibly thorough, making sure not a single drop remained to tell the tale of his "shameful" bliss.
"I am a warrior," he muttered to himself, his hands trembling as he cleaned her up. "A fierce lion warrior. I do not wet beds."
As he finished cleaning her and tucked her hand back under his fur cloak, he let out a long, shaky sigh of relief. He looked at Su Qinglan, who was now snoring softly, completely unaware of the crisis she had just caused.
He lay back down, hoping to finally get some peaceful sleep after the chaos. But the moment his head hit the bed, the "sleeping" female in his arms moved.
Before he could even blink, he was pinned to the bed. Su Qinglan straddled his waist, her weight pressing him down, and her green eyes sparkled with a mischievous, wide awake light.
Shi Feng was so shocked he almost let out a high-pitched scream. He looked at her with a bewildered expression, his mouth hanging open. "Lanlan... you’re awake?"
Su Qinglan let out a bubbly laugh, leaning closer to his face.
"Of course I am! Did you think a ghost was giving you such a good time all afternoon?"
Shi Feng’s face turned bright red. He felt incredibly stupid. Her acting had been so perfect that he truly believed she was dreaming about the cubs.
He realized now that he had been played from the very beginning.
No wonder she always called him a "silly lion."
"So," she whispered, her voice full of amusement. "Did you really wet the bed?"
"Lanlan!" he squeaked, his voice cracking. "I didn’t! I would never!"
Su Qinglan leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You did wet it. You just did it right in my hand."
"Lanlan, I... it was an accident!" he stammered, his embarrassment reaching a new peak.
To stop his frantic blabbering, Su Qinglan leaned down and kissed him firmly on the mouth.
When she pulled away, she looked at him with a smug, knowing smile.
"Why are you so ashamed? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This is what males and females do. Wetting the bed is normal...we just have to decide how we want to wet it."
Shi Feng stared at her, his eyes wide and innocent. He couldn’t believe such bold words were coming from his delicate female’s mouth. He felt like his brain had turned to mush.
"If you want," she whispered languidly, her eyes locking onto his, "you can make me wet, too."
Shi Feng’s jaw practically hit the bed. "Lan Lan..."
Before he could say another word, she grabbed his large, trembling hands and placed them firmly on her thighs. She slowly pushed her skirt up, exposing the soft skin of her legs and giving him a peek at her underwear.
Shi Feng froze. His hands felt like they were made of ice, unable to move even a single inch. He was so stunned by her boldness that he looked like a statue.
Su Qinglan shook her head, laughing internally at how truly innocent her lion was.
She had already given him the green light and said the most direct things possible, yet he was still sitting there like a deer in headlights.
"Don’t just stare, silly lion," she teased, squeezing his hands against her skin. "I thought you were a fierce hunter."
Su Qinglan knew that if she didn’t push harder, this shy lion would stay frozen like a maiden for the rest of the night. She decided to provoke him further.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she reached for the edge of her skirt and pulled it up even higher, hooking her fingers into the band of her underwear and pulling it slightly.
The effect was instantaneous. Shi Feng’s eyes, which had been wide and innocent just a moment ago, suddenly shifted. His pupils blown wide, his gaze turned feral...the gaze of a predator who had finally spotted his prey.
Su Qinglan smirked.
Finally, she thought. For a moment, she had actually worried that her charms were fading or that he didn’t find her as attractive as the other husbands did. But seeing the heat in his eyes now, she realized he just had incredible self-control.
She wanted to see exactly where that control ended. She pulled the band down a bit further, almost revealing everything, but just as Shi Feng reached out, she let go. The elastic snapped back against her skin with a sharp slap sound.
That sound was the final straw. Shi Feng’s blood began to boil. He let out a low growl that vibrated through the small hut.
In the next second, the positions were reversed. He pinned her to the bed, hovering over her with his massive frame.
"Don’t tease me like that, Lanlan," he warned, his voice a dark, dangerous rumble. "I am still a beastman."
Su Qinglan didn’t look afraid. Instead, she smiled boldly and hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together.
"Then show me, Shi Feng," she challenged.
