MaoMao and Jinshi Set - The Apothecary Diaries: The Great Imperial Inch-vestigation - Part 8 (Patreon)

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Jinshi’s gaze remained locked on MaoMao—her exhaustion evident but his desire unabated. Her eyes glazed over with pleasure as he fucked her mercilessly still. His thrusts became deep and demanding—each push bringing him closer to his own release. Her gasps were ragged breaths now; a husky voice barely uttering his name between moans.

He looked into those blue depths—her expression one of blissful submission; lips curling in exhaustion yet still wanting more. His cock pulsated inside her—the final push bringing them together again.

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Maomao lay sprawled on the workshop floor. Her cheeks burned a furious pink, but her voice remained as flat as a mortarboard. “Satisfied?”. Jinshi leaned against the workshop doorframe, arms crossed, his usual coy smirk tempered by an uncharacteristic flicker of vulnerability.

“Well?” he prompted, voice too casual. “Your… professional opinion?”

Maomao didn’t look up from grinding ginseng root, her cheeks faintly pink but her tone dry as desert sand. “It’s functional.”

“Functional?!” Jinshi squawked, dignity crumbling. “After all that rigorous testing, ‘functional’ is your verdict?!”

Jinshi flopped beside her with a groan. “Why do I bother?”

Maomao muttered, then paused. “…Replication could yield better data.”

He turned, brow arched. “Replication?”

“For accuracy,” she said, too quickly, avoiding his gaze. “Three trials minimum. Standard protocol.”

Jinshi’s laugh was warm and victorious. “How thorough of you.”

“Shut up,” she grumbled —but her traitorous notes already read: "Trial 2: Increase dosage. Monitor… enthusiasm."