Smelling the scent wafting from Isabella's body, Wang Xiaole unhesitatingly placed his hand on her delicate shoulder and slowly slid his hand down following the smoothness.

Before he did such a thing, Isabella was sitting on the bed, her hands and head lowered, indicating that she was putting on socks.

Each girl Wang Xiaole knows has different preferences for socks.

Lucia loves black stockings, Cai prefers white stockings, Charley goes sockless (and shoeless), Freya likes pantyhose;

Bai Meow wears bubble socks, Night Chuxue, who they've yet to meet, prefers boat socks, Night Xiyun wears sheer stockings, and Wang Yafu is fine with anything.

Based on this classification, Isabella and Freya could get along well, both in the white stockings camp, with the only difference being:

Freya prefers short white stockings, while Isabella likes long white stockings and enjoys sleeping in socks.

Isabella putting on socks now means she is preparing herself to be ready to sleep at any time.

Preparing does not mean Isabella wishes for today to end quickly, it's just a precautionary measure.

At this moment, Wang Xiaole, the master, made his request with actions:

It's time to sleep now.

Of course, we sleep together!

Originally, Wang Xiaole didn't plan to make a move so early, but who would've expected the apprentice not to take a break from bathing today?

And after bathing, the apprentice displayed a sleeping posture in front of him.

This flirtatious behavior ignited Wang Xiaole's primal impulse, transforming him into a wolf in sheep's clothing at this moment.

"Apprentice, let me teach you some pleasurable things! Hehehe, I guarantee you'll feel comfortable afterwards..."

Wang Xiaole, through his actions, illustrated what an "unqualified master" meant.

Although he had helped Isabella with many things and lent a hand, he had yet to teach the apprentice anything.

At this moment, he finally decided to teach her something, however, not something conventional.

Now, Isabella was basically in the wolf's den, even though there was only one wolf in front of her, it was enough to devour her completely.

It could be said:

While Isabella was aware of her role as the "sheep," knowing she would eventually be taken, she was mentally prepared for it.

However, accepting it in her mind did not necessarily mean her body was ready.

Isabella, who always acted decisively, was starting to hesitate now.

She asked her master:

"Do we have to do it today? Can it be another day?"

It's not that she couldn't or didn't want to, but Isabella wondered why it had to be "today" on this particular day.

Her attitude towards this "first night" matter could be considered a severe case of procrastination.

Even if it were tomorrow or the day after, she would have the same question and want to postpone it.

The reason for her procrastination boiled down to just two words:

Nervousness!

If it needed to be described in five words, it would be:

Especially nervous in this situation!

Comparing it to a bride, Isabella belonged to the type who wouldn't be nervous riding in the bridal sedan chair or during the wedding ceremony, but would tremble on the first night of marriage.

She was nervous, while Wang Xiaole was excited.

At this moment, even if one party wanted to delay, the other party would absolutely not cooperate.

"Hand yourself over to me, enjoy being immersed under my control!"

In his eyes, her body was smooth and tender, without any excess fat on her abdomen;

Her cute and charming navel was slightly concave, round and smooth, like a delicate gem decorating her snowy belly.

After feasting his eyes on her beauty, Wang Xiaole moved his hands towards Isabella, gently undoing the belt around her waist.

Instantly, her delicate breasts rose proudly, making intimate contact with the air, blooming two beautiful flowers in front of her chest.

Now, Wang Xiaole, with a gleam in his eyes, seemed like a wolf prowling in the dark night, suddenly pouncing on a lamb.

His throat emitted a growl, a thunderous noise rang in his head, and his overwhelming desire erupted like a mountain flood.

He pressed Isabella onto the bed, his speed and strength unparalleled after entering the predatory state.

Controlled by impulse, he was no longer gentle. He immediately kissed his wife's lush rosy lips, wild and unrestrained.

Tasting those thin red lips, he extended his tongue, breached her lips guarded by her teeth, captured her moist and slippery tongue, encircling and sucking passionately.

They exchanged their saliva and swallowed each other's essence, imprinting each other's taste deep into their marrow.

After relishing the fragrant three-inch cloves and feeling her pert nose trembling, her cherry lips emitting sweet moans, he reluctantly raised his body.

Stripping off their nightclothes after the kiss, Isabella faced him;

Her hands crossed over her chest, her elastic jade legs arched upward, her firm ** pressed against the bedsheet;

Revealed before his eyes was her slender waist like a willow, her skin as smooth as jade.

When she gazed at her partner, Isabella raised her head;

Under her tender arms, faint charming ravines were revealed through the limbs.

She looked at him with affectionate eyes, initially bashful and lowering her head, then bravely making eye contact with him.

He embraced her slim waist, and a surge of electricity seemed to pass through him;

Then, he suddenly leaned down and kissed her tender and fiery cherry lips.

In contrast, Isabella's response was not as passionate. Though she opened her mouth, she appeared very restrained, both before and now.

In such moments, the person on top (dominant) needed to take charge to stimulate the enthusiasm of the person below (submissive).

With his active assault, Isabella gradually entered the mood, still not proactive but responding well.

The man on top increased the intensity of his actions, kissing the pure white neck from top to bottom, feeling the softness like water with his fingertips.

Isabella half-embraced her partner, swaying her graceful waist, causing her tender and elastic buttocks to rub against the sheet continuously.

The white knee-high socks on her thighs gradually dampened with sweat, slipping downwards along her alluring curves.

Although her mind was filled with many distractions, Isabella maintained some clarity. Before losing her ability to speak, she intentionally asked:

"Should the apprentice take off the socks?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaole quickly regained his composure, responding even faster:

"Clothes and skirts can be removed, but socks must absolutely stay on!"

What's so important about socks?

This is a deep question worthy of a thesis.

At a superficial level, socks serve the purposes of keeping warm and reducing friction between the feet and shoes.

But viewed through a lens of sensuality, the answer is far from simple.

Undergarments, lingerie, and socks can be considered the three treasures of the bedroom.

Unlike the former two, which are usually partially removed during intimate moments, socks are entirely different. They can maintain their value from start to finish, enhancing the entirety of the experience.

If a girl's natural charm represents seventy points, undergarments and lingerie account for an additional twenty points, while various socks undoubtedly hold the remaining thirty points.

If Isabella were to remove her knee-high socks, it would likely leave her master feeling incomplete in various aspects.

Observing the master's attitude, Isabella vaguely understood something. Exhaling a moist breath, she expressed her opinion:

"It seems like the master prefers looking at the knee-high socks more than my clothes or myself and is willing to spend more time on them."

"Not at all! The master occasionally stares at your white stockings because they look beautiful on you!"

This was indeed true. If socks were just socks, without being worn on someone, they wouldn't hold any allure.

It's because of the significance of socks that the beauty of the wearer adds additional charm to the socks themselves, making both indispensable.

This relationship is best understood by both men and women of sophistication.

Though Isabella couldn't fully fathom this, as she wasn't a sophisticated person, she cooperated after voicing her perspective, refraining from further inquiries and simply re-dressing the fallen socks.

And thus, a small interlude concluded.

Moving forward, Wang Xiaole continued what he had not finished earlier.

His goal was not only to conclude the previous act but also to cross a more intimate threshold.

After all, staying stuck in a Platonic level of spiritual love would render the marital relationship incomplete.

It's evident that some things are not necessary every day but are indispensable on certain occasions.

Only one question remains:

How should a girl, once a young girl herself, cross that threshold to deepen the intimacy?

There are methods, but explaining them would be cumbersome. Hence, here's only a keyword:

Fingers!

The most critical moment was approaching, and at this point, Isabella couldn't evade it and had to summon the courage to surrender herself entirely to her master.

Throughout, they engaged in various positions like "Ants Climbing a Tree," "Plum Blossom Doubling," and "Water Melting **";

As the experiences multiplied, someone suddenly returned to basics, realizing the initial position was the best;

Because she was on top at the time, with her knees wrapped around him, her feet in knee-high socks would cause a frictional sensation along his legs.

Oh, praise this world...

Finally, this couple had truly passed their first night in a meaningful sense;

Even though the secrets left by the original queen were ineffective throughout, it didn't matter;

As long as the outcome was good, everything was fine.

Tonight, as a cool breeze blew, the flowers blooming on the trees finally fell into the soil.