Crossdress Ch83part1

The little rabbit didn’t understand, but obediently opened its mouth, cautiously sticking out the tip of its tongue.

The soft, glistening pink tongue looked incredibly tender, like the most vibrant fruit on a branch, exuding a fresh, sweet fragrance, just waiting to be plucked.

Wen Sinian leaned in very close, sensing his body reacting intensely, almost beyond his control. Suddenly, he reached out with two fingers and gently pinched the soft, tender tip of the tongue.

The space between his fingers immediately grew damp. He deliberately tugged it up and down, coaxing the tongue to extend further, the mouth opening wider.

A fierce, terrifying urge to plunder and possess surged within him. If he truly acted on such wicked impulses, he might scare the little rabbit into never recognizing him as its master again.

But the temptation before him was simply irresistible.

Wen Sinian knew himself well, he wasn’t some noble soul. He wore the mask of a decent person, maintaining a facade of propriety. If he wanted something, whether it was an object or a person, he would find a way to possess it, no matter what.

And right now, what he wanted most was this little rabbit, obediently nestled in his palm.

There was no reason to hold back.

Wen Sinian suddenly leaned forward, his lips parting as he skillfully enclosed the soft, pink tongue between his own. He teased it from below, licking and sucking in an intensely provocative manner, then gently biting the trembling tip.

Before the little rabbit could react, Wen Sinian held it like a beast with its prey, his teeth slowly grinding, licking, and devouring.

The little rabbit’s tongue went slightly numb, passively enduring it all. Its eyes widened in shock, staring at the unfamiliar expression on Wen Sinian’s face.

After being raised by its master for so long, it had never seen him wear such an expression, his sharp, brooding brows cast a dark storm, as if he wanted to devour its tongue bit by bit, starting from the tip.

Why did he want to eat its tongue? Was he thinking about how to eat it in the most delicious way?

The little rabbit suddenly felt a surge of panic. It quickly retracted its tongue from Wen Sinian’s fingers, covering its mouth with both hands, and softly called out, “Husband…”

Wen Sinian paused for a moment, looking at the glistening wetness between his fingers. “Hmm?”

The little rabbit looked at him with reddened eyes. “Don’t eat me.”

Wen Sinian smiled. “What?”

The little rabbit spoke earnestly, “I can turn into a human. I’m not like other rabbits. I’m half-human now, so don’t eat me, husband.”

“I wasn’t going to eat you,” Wen Sinian pulled its hands down. “That’s how humans express affection. It’s called kissing.”

The little rabbit didn’t believe him. “You bit my tongue. It hurts.”

Wen Sinian caught a glimpse of the redness between its lips and couldn’t resist leaning down again, quickly sucking on its tongue.

“Like this?”

The little rabbit, caught off guard, nodded in shock, humming in surprise.

Wen Sinian continued to explain, “It’s a tongue kiss. It means your husband loves you very, very much.”

“Really?”

“Does your tongue hurt?”

“A little numb.”

“Is your body trembling?”

“Mmm.”

Wen Sinian rubbed its back a few times. “Say you like it too.”

The little rabbit suddenly realized. It looked at Wen Sinian and asked, “Then do you like it?”

Wen Sinian: “Mmm.”

The little rabbit thought for a moment, then nestled in the human’s arms, leaning forward and cautiously sticking out the tip of its tongue again. It hesitated before asking boldly, “Then do you want to eat a little more?”

Wen Sinian’s smile deepened. He cupped the back of its head, bringing it closer. His nose gently pressed against its, his hot breath overwhelming it.

His fingers traced from the back of its head to one fluffy ear, lightly pinching the tip between his fingertips, slowly kneading it until the little rabbit trembled in his arms.

In a coaxing tone, he whispered to the little rabbit, “Want to let your husband eat.”

The little rabbit, unable to resist the temptation, nodded in a fluster, its small voice reminding, “Gently…”

Scorching kisses rained down.

Not only was its tongue being devoured, but the tip of its ear was also taken into Wen Sinian’s mouth, the white fur dampened by his lips. The little rabbit couldn’t save its ears, nor could it save its tail.

The fluffy tail, with just a touch, made the entire little rabbit tremble uncontrollably.

The little rabbit wasn’t supposed to be in heat these days, but it was being teased into it.

Wen Sinian kissed the slightly swollen lips once more, then released it, helping it sit up on his lap.

His greedy, possessive gaze swept from head to toe, admiring it.

It was about time. The group of people should have left by now.

Wen Sinian redraped the coat over the little rabbit, buttoning it up and pulling the collar high to cover its flushed cheeks.

He stood up from the office chair, carrying the little rabbit with him. A white lace ribbon fell from between them.

Wen Sinian bent down to pick it up, realizing it was the lace ribbon he had originally tied around the lop-eared rabbit’s neck.

Looking at the person quietly nestled in his arms, he simply tied the lace ribbon around the little rabbit’s thigh. The fair skin and white lace complemented each other perfectly. With a slight tug to tighten it, a small circle of thigh flesh bulged out, trembling delicately. The intense visual impact made Wen Sinian’s scalp tingle.

Hadn’t he said he especially loved the little rabbit’s plump, beautiful legs?

He adjusted the little rabbit’s position, wrapping it from head to toe in the coat, its legs also draped around his waist, hidden by the hanging fabric. From the outside, it only looked like he was holding a person in his arms, but the cover was so thorough that no one could see the naked body beneath, adorned only with a lace thigh band.

But just as he reached the door, Wen Sinian’s mischievous thoughts resurfaced. Deliberately, through the clothes, he lightly patted the spot where the rabbit tail was puffed up.

“Still not retracting it?”

The little rabbit’s breath hitched, looking pitiful and wronged. “I can’t… I can’t retract it.”

Wen Sinian: “How can you not retract it? Try using a little force here.”

The little rabbit obediently tried, only to tremble even more, its voice quivering as it said, “I really can’t…”

“If your ears and tail are exposed like this, won’t people think you’re wearing them on purpose?” Wen Sinian said considerately. “Normal people don’t have rabbit ears on their heads or rabbit tails on their butts. They’ll think you’re a little pervert, won’t they?”

The little rabbit understood. Perverts were bad people. So it burrowed even deeper into Wen Sinian’s arms, its voice muffled. “Help me so no one sees.”

Wen Sinian asked, “How should I help?”

The little rabbit: “Hold me tighter.”

Wen Sinian tightened his arms, as if he wanted to press the little rabbit directly into his bones. Its soft body, like a dodder flower, had no support and could only cling to him for survival. Enjoying the little rabbit’s complete trust and dependence, he raised his chin slightly, satisfied, and slowly exhaled.

Finally, he carried the little rabbit out of the office.

The lights were already off, and it was pitch black all around.

Wen Sinian skillfully descended the stairs. With each step, the person in his arms let out a soft, muffled breath.

“Quiet,” Wen Sinian whispered in its ear. “Want to be discovered?”

The little rabbit tensed up, not daring to breathe, only trembling as it bit its lip.

Once in the car, Wen Sinian sat in the driver’s seat with the little rabbit still in his arms.

The little rabbit seemed very uncomfortable, constantly squirming restlessly and biting Wen Sinian’s collar.

Wen Sinian pried open its mouth, rescuing the innocent collar.

“Didn’t I teach you last time? No biting. It’s dirty.”

The little rabbit looked even more innocent, its long lashes damp. It pointed at itself. “What should I do about this…”

Wen Sinian countered, “What do you want to do?”

The little rabbit thought for a moment and said, “I want to mate with you.”

Such a straightforward statement, delivered with such an innocent expression, as if it were as natural as asking what to eat for dinner. It was as if the listener was the one with the dirty mind for imagining such a scene.

Seeing Wen Sinian looking at it without speaking, the little rabbit took it as acquiescence and leaned forward, ready to undo Wen Sinian’s clothes.

It had already been seen naked, how could it not be allowed to see as well?

Besides, even if they were to become mates, it needed to check in advance whether it met its own standards.

Lop-eared rabbits were born loving beauty and cleanliness, and that hadn’t changed even after it became human.

Wen Sinian grabbed its mischievous wrists and deliberately asked, “How do males mate?”

The little rabbit, though inexperienced, was confident in its instincts, its eyes shining. “We can, we just can’t produce offspring.”

Speaking of this, the little rabbit tentatively asked, “Don’t you like baby rabbits?”

Wen Sinian saw its serious face. “I do.”

The little rabbit’s expression fell, pouting. “But I can’t give you baby rabbits…”

Wen Sinian stroked its ear. “Why not?”

The little rabbit pointed at its tiny rabbit self. “You and I are both male. Males can’t reproduce.”

Wen Sinian lowered his voice, leaning close to its ear and asking in a deep tone, “I’ve heard rabbits can have false pregnancies. Can you?”

The little rabbit’s ears and tail seemed to be scalded, springing apart as it stammered, “No, no, of course not. Males can’t have babies, can’t get pregnant, so of course they can’t have false pregnancy symptoms.”

Why ask such a strange question?

“Yes,” Wen Sinian replied, looking at it with a faint smile.