Mouth Discipline... Fox Edition
"NNGH!"
Hu Jiao'er's throat stretched, stuffed past mortal limits.
Her eyes rolled back, face streaked with tears and saliva. Every thrust into her mouth felt like a spiritual trial in humiliation.
Her voice—once firm, authoritative—was reduced to gurgling around Su Xiaobai's Heaven-Penetrating Rod of Ruthless Enlightenment, choking and gagging like her pride was being pounded out of her one syllable at a time.
"Nnnnnghhh—! Gkh—! Nkh—!"
"You lectured disciples with this mouth?" Su Xiaobai growled, hand fisting tighter in her snow-white hair.
"Now it's drooling all over my spear like a street whore on heat day."
Slap!
He smacked her flushed cheek with the weight of his rod, pulling out for a second to let her gasp.
A string of saliva snapped between her lips and the glistening tip.
"G-Gh… aah…!" Jiao'er coughed, tongue hanging out, chest heaving.
