Fang Cheng suspected that the little six-tailed fox was the boss's wife, and planned to use this method to stimulate her to confess.
"stop it!"
The little fox struggled and screamed, and Fang Cheng scratched and scratched him.
Unfortunately, this threat was worse than a tickle. Fang Cheng's skin was not even bitten, and he was pinned down on the sofa and forcibly masturbated.
After masturbating for a while, Fang Cheng realized that he might have made a mistake. The little fox should not be the boss's wife.
But it was too late to stop at this time. The little fox escaped several times and was caught. He had completely given up resistance and was forced to enjoy the massage.
Fang Cheng's massage techniques were superb. Whether it was Yueguang Chuxia's fat cat or Yu Guangwei's silly dog, they all succumbed to his hands.
His hands flexibly stroked the furry ears, neck, belly and six tails, bringing unparalleled enjoyment to the little fox.
Her limbs were resting on Fang Cheng's hand, her round eyes were half-opened, and she let out a comfortable low moan from her throat.
Half an hour later, the little fox had lost consciousness and completely collapsed on the sofa, with his mouth open and his pink tongue sticking out.
The four legs were curled up, and the belly was exposed defenselessly, like a soft ball of boneless flesh.
When Fang Cheng stopped, she even felt a little unfinished.
After getting over his addiction, Fang Cheng got up and went to the courtyard. He used the Blood Beast's Nest to create a few sparrows and let them fly out to see what was going on inside the Iron Palace.
After a whole night of searching last night, the assassin's whereabouts were still unknown. The ghost soldiers in the Iron Cast Palace returned without success and had no choice but to retreat one after another.
However, the alert level of the Iron Palace has been raised a lot, and the atmosphere is far more solemn than usual. Many monsters are in a hurry and do not dare to stay on the road for a long time.
When Fang Cheng returned to the house, the little fox had woken up and had obviously swelled in size.
It used to be a small dog that could be held in two hands, but now it has become a medium-sized dog, about one meter long from head to tail.
Seeing Fang Cheng approaching, the little fox was so frightened that he jumped from the sofa to the other side and shouted to him: "Don't come over."
The voice has also changed unexpectedly. It used to be a girl of about fifteen years old, but now it has become a young woman between twenty and thirty, with a hint of charm.
"You have this attitude after enjoying yourself? You really don't have any gratitude at all for working so hard."
Fang Cheng sat leisurely on the sofa and started to make tea. He was already satisfied with masturbating for half an hour, and it would be boring if he continued masturbating.
Hearing Fang Cheng's words, a flash of embarrassment flashed in the fox's eyes: "Who wants you to do such a thing, you shameless person."
She is also respected by thousands of people in the Iron Palace, and even the ghost princesses respect her. They never expected that she would be so insulted by an unknown little demon.
If she hadn't been seriously injured, she would have caught Fang Cheng and taught him a lesson.
Fang Cheng smiled and said: "Shameless? Do you dare to say that you are not happy at all?"
The fox glared at him in embarrassment: "Vulgar language."
But she had to admit in her heart that under Fang Cheng's massage, she entered an unprecedented state of relaxation.
All worries seemed to disappear, and even injuries healed faster, allowing him to regain his shape.
Of course, it was impossible to say such words, lest this kid get carried away.
After a moment of silence, the fox asked Fang Cheng, "What's your name?"
Fang Cheng told her his pseudonym and asked tentatively: "What about you?"
"Hmph, you have no right to know."
The fox snorted and lay down on the other end of the sofa, curled up into a ball.
Fang Cheng smiled and ignored this arrogant fox.
In the afternoon, he called the landlady again, but the person who answered the phone was still Black Cat.
"My sister has received news from the palace that she won't be going home for the next few days. If you have something urgent, you can tell me first."
Such a coincidence? Even if I didn't go home last night, I would stay away from home for several days.
Fang Cheng couldn't help but look at the fox on the sofa. Was she the boss's wife?
"Is your landlady always like this?"
"Yes, sister is often very busy."
"Call me when she comes back."
Fang Cheng hung up the phone and did not tell Black Cat about the fox. It was a serious matter and it was best not to let too many people know.
The fox's ears twitched slightly. She had been pretending to sleep and eavesdropping on Fang Cheng's phone calls. If there was any sign of betraying her, she would run away immediately.
However, with her current serious injury, even if Fang Cheng had malicious intentions, there would be no need to go to so much trouble and he could just catch her and send her out.
Fang Cheng said last night that he would only keep her for one night, but now he didn't mention it again.
I originally planned to wait for the boss’s wife to deal with it, but she never showed up.
Fang Cheng became suspicious of the fox's identity, so he stopped driving her away.
In the evening, instead of waiting for a call from the landlady, I received a call from Tsuku Ei.
He informed Fang Cheng that Xia Yuan Haidou had been dismissed from his position as police chief, and the four commanders who attacked Fang Cheng last night had also been dismissed from their posts.
This is the explanation that the Ghost Princess strives for for Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng didn't care much about this, but of course he wanted to express his gratitude.
"Sir, Her Royal Highness the Princess would like to invite you to meet. Are you free recently?"
Fang Cheng originally wanted to refuse, but now that he was regarded as a member of the ghost princess camp, there was no point in telling her off. He might as well go and see what she had to say.
"when?"
"Well, after five days, do you think it's okay?"
"Can."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Cheng fell into deep thought, thinking about the purpose of the ghost princess meeting him.
The fox on the side looked at him with big eyes.
Fang Cheng noticed her look in her eyes, immediately showed a silly smile, rubbed his hands and walked over.
The fox's expression changed greatly, and he turned around and wanted to run away, but Fang Cheng grabbed his tail and dragged him back.
"Stop...stop, you bastard!"
Half an hour later, the fox collapsed on the sofa, panting and crying tears of humiliation.
…
In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.
There is still no news about the landlady, and she seems to have completely disappeared.
This made Fang Cheng more and more suspicious that the fox next to him was the boss's wife. After she appeared, the boss's wife disappeared, which was really suspicious.
But he couldn't get an answer after several attempts, so he could only tease her harder.
The fox is also getting bigger day by day, and has become the size of a large dog. Although it is not as cute as the little one, it is all white and more beautiful, making people like it at first sight.
Fang Cheng was no longer satisfied with masturbating every day. He even brought her into bed as a pillow at night, simply raising her as a pet.
The fox's protest was feeble.
She hated her sensitive body and couldn't resist Fang Cheng's hands. The humiliation she felt every time she was raped was disappearing little by little.
On the night of the third day, it was around four o'clock in the middle of the night.
The fox slowly opened his eyes.
Fang Cheng was lying next to him, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.
The fox stood up and looked down at his sleeping face, feeling quite complicated.
It was hard for her to imagine that she would sleep with a man she had only known for three days.
Although this man just treats her as a pet.
What's even more frightening is that she herself seems to be gradually becoming a pet.
Sure enough, this ontological form is easy to think about.
After watching for a while, the fox slowly got out of the bed. She had mostly recovered from her injuries, and it was time to say goodbye.
Before she could jump out of bed, a hand suddenly stretched out from the quilt, pulled her back, and held her in his arms.
It's fluffy, warm and soft, so comfortable.
"you!"
The fox tickled him twice angrily, but in the end he still lay down obediently.
Forget it, let's wait until tomorrow.
boom!
A loud noise suddenly sounded, and the ceiling of the entire room collapsed, covering Fang Cheng and the fox.
Outside the house, a large number of ghost soldiers had filled the surrounding roads and surrounded Fang Cheng's home.
Jinjing Tanlang holds a huge bow, and his tall body looks like an iron tower in the night.
His eyes were cold, looking at the house that had been turned into ruins.
