[Dan Feng is of absolutely zero help, because he's trying to get Yingxing's clothes off, too; it's like undressing a very slippery eel. A perverted eel, it looks like, because he's unrepentant in his pilfering from Yingxing's forge.
With the skirt and accoutrements gone, the inner fabric of his trousers seem suspiciously... damp? And when Yingxing pulls even those off, he will learn two things:
a. Dan Feng wears panties, a trail of scales leading down under the hem, and b. He's been drenched this entire time, the insides of his thighs slick and gleaming in what little light there is from the windows.]
he's going to have to circle around back to that later though, because he's learning a lot of things right now. like that dan feng wears panties. and that he's so wet that even his thighs are glistening with it. there are so many questions going through his mind, even as he's kicking off his own pants.
yingxing is decidedly not wearing panties, but instead tight black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the thick bulge of his cock, achingly hard by now. but he's looking down at dan feng's face instead, his brow knit. ]
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[Dan Feng is of absolutely zero help, because he's trying to get Yingxing's clothes off, too; it's like undressing a very slippery eel. A perverted eel, it looks like, because he's unrepentant in his pilfering from Yingxing's forge.
With the skirt and accoutrements gone, the inner fabric of his trousers seem suspiciously... damp? And when Yingxing pulls even those off, he will learn two things:
a. Dan Feng wears panties, a trail of scales leading down under the hem, and
b. He's been drenched this entire time, the insides of his thighs slick and gleaming in what little light there is from the windows.]
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he's going to have to circle around back to that later though, because he's learning a lot of things right now. like that dan feng wears panties. and that he's so wet that even his thighs are glistening with it. there are so many questions going through his mind, even as he's kicking off his own pants.
yingxing is decidedly not wearing panties, but instead tight black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the thick bulge of his cock, achingly hard by now. but he's looking down at dan feng's face instead, his brow knit. ]
I - uh..
[ ???? dan feng has a coochie??? ]
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He closes his knees.]
What are you staring at?