Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 486

Chapter 486: NSFW 2

Han Xin blushed, tugging at the lace, unsure if he’d put them on correctly. The fabric felt impossibly fragile, and he worried he might rip it with a single wrong move. This is insane, he thought, but for him, it’s worth it.

He took a moment to adjust the panties, smoothing the lace over his hips and ensuring the thin straps were in place. The sensation of the fabric against his skin was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was light, almost nonexistent, yet somehow intimate. He could feel every whisper of air, every brush of the lace against his thighs. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Han Xin stepped back to the mirror, his reflection now transformed. The tight dress, the black tights, and the barely-there panties combined to create an image that was both foreign and captivating. He looked... sexy.

The word startled him, but he couldn’t deny it. The way the dress clung to his body, the way the tights accentuated his legs, the way the lace panties added a touch of vulnerability, it all worked together to create something he never thought he would see in himself.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm his racing heart. He will love it, he repeated to himself, he will love me like this. The thought filled him with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

Soon Han Xin stood at the bedroom door, his tall frame accentuating the daring ensemble he wore. The room was set up in a romantic atmosphere, dimly lit with a few red lights casting a soft, crimson glow. The shadows danced across the walls, creating an intimate, almost surreal ambience.

Xiang Yu sat on the edge of the bed, his robe loosely draped around his broad shoulders. His dark eyes locked onto Han Xin, intense and predatory as if he were a lion eyeing its prey. He stared at his figure, the sheer white dress clinging to his body like a second skin, its hem barely grazing the tops of his thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

Beneath it, black lace tights hugged his legs, the thong biting sharply into his groin, a stark contrast to the delicate fabric above. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through him.

Han Xin’s fingers instinctively tugged at the hem of his dress, a futile attempt to cover himself, his embarrassment palpable. The fabric was so sheer, so revealing, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of being exposed, vulnerable. Xiang Yu’s deep voice cut through the silence, rich and commanding. "Husband, you don’t have to tug at it. You look sexy."

Han Xin’s ears burned, a flush creeping up his neck, staining his cheeks crimson. He bit his lip, his eyes darting nervously toward the bed. The dress felt tighter now, the lace tights constricting, as if they were reminding him of the bulge forming down south.

"Do you really like it?" His voice was barely above a whisper, tinged with uncertainty. He knew Xiang Yu loved him, but this... this was different. This was Han Xin pushing boundaries, stepping into a role he never thought he would be in.

Xiang Yu smirked, his lips curling into a knowing grin. He spread his legs wide, the robe falling open just enough to reveal the hint of his muscular thighs. With a crooked finger, he beckoned Han Xin closer. "Come here."