Stunning married woman Jiaxin

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Jiaxin, the stunningly beautiful married woman,
undoubtedly possesses the qualities that would captivate any man: a beautiful, mature figure, a captivating and alluring face, coupled with the image of a powerful woman and president of a top 100 company, fulfilling every man's fantasies of conquering a woman. That breathtakingly beautiful figure, that flower-like face, that serene and elegant temperament, that mature and graceful physique, have countless times etched themselves into his mind, leaving him mesmerized and filled with fantasies.

Such a noble, elegant, and accomplished goddess, who would make most men feel inferior, has been widowed for ten years. Her body and soul must have long been barren. Behind her noble status and strong facade, besides endless longing for her fading youth, what else could she possibly have left? No matter how noble her birth or how unattainable her status, she is still ultimately a woman who needs a man's love and tenderness. Countless times I've fantasized about being a master seducer in erotic novels, engaging in a contest between men and women, finally arousing her desires and feelings, satisfying her loneliness and emptiness, conquering the body and soul of this unattainable, elegant, and dignified beauty.

Real life is often full of setbacks and hardships, but the realm of fantasy is filled with boundless hope. Opportunities aren't available to everyone, but success can be achieved anytime. Handsome tutors and beautiful students

or stunning parents aren't often the subjects of erotic novels. ……… ... "Ruoyao, I'm so sorry. I was busy arranging Ruyu's trip abroad the other day and forgot to give you this month's tutoring fee." "Aunt Yang, you're too kind. There were only two lessons this month, no need to pay." "Ruoyao, no, I can't accept that. These past few years, thanks to your hard work, I haven't had to worry about Ruyu's studies. I should thank you properly. Ruoyao, are you free tomorrow evening? Could you come over for dinner?" "Aunt Yang, I can't possibly accept that. It's too much trouble for you." "What trouble? On the contrary, Ruyu and Zhihao aren't here, the house is quiet and empty, and I'll be eating alone anyway. If you don't mind having dinner with this old lady, then it's settled." "Okay, thank you in advance, Mrs. Yang. See you tomorrow night." This is wonderful! For the past four years, every time I visited the Yang family, I looked forward to seeing this stunningly beautiful woman. However, Mrs. Yang seemed to be very busy, and we rarely had the chance to meet. Even when we did meet, the age difference and my admiration for her goddess-like presence meant that after a brief greeting, I would go to Ruyu's study and dutifully play the role of her tutor. Even after lessons, when Mrs. Yang inquired about Ruyu's studies and chatted with her, Ruyu would always listen in. Tomorrow night will be different. Besides Zhang Ma, I'll be alone with Mrs. Yang, a rather unusual situation. Sigh! We haven't even met yet, but I'm already filled with fantasies. But regardless, tomorrow night will be my first dinner date with Mrs. Yang, at least I can properly admire her ethereal beauty. Having this first contact is better than standing still. Sigh, tonight is destined to be a day for masturbation. Dreams are the most beautiful, and hope is the greatest companion. Never mind whether they're good or bad; dreams are the easiest to wake from. After Zhang Ma opened the door and let me in, Yang Mama was already standing by the warm and colorful dining room lamp. Under the light, I could see the stunningly beautiful woman in front of me. She was wearing a loose, casual, pale yellow top, a slightly darker knee-length skirt that looked like silk, and silver flip-flops. A pearl necklace adorned her straight and elegant neck. The pearls were round and lustrous, their crystalline sheen subtly reflecting on her delicate, fair skin. Her long, black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, and her full, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath, making her incredibly alluring. The tight skirt perfectly accentuated her soft, slender waist and her slightly rounded, pert buttocks. The skirt was short, just covering her thighs, revealing her pink, round, and slender knees and her beautifully shaped calves. From afar, Mrs. Yang exuded a gentle, warm beauty, a captivating charm unique to mature women, her every gesture radiating an elegant and graceful demeanor. Although I had already witnessed Mrs. Yang's stunning beauty, this time, with different intentions, the experience was entirely different. Before coming, I had mentally prepared myself to calmly seduce this long-lonely, virtuous woman, but I hadn't expected that under the soft, romantic lighting, Mrs. Yang's ethereal and noble aura would leave me speechless, almost forgetting my carefully planned tactics. "Ruoyao, come in and sit down," Mrs. Yang greeted me warmly as she approached. "Hello, Mrs. Yang, thank you for troubling me." As Mrs. Yang drew nearer, a delicate, high-end perfume mingled with the natural fragrance of a mature woman, making me feel like a dumbfounded goose, staring blankly at the undeniably feminine Mrs. Yang before me, almost losing my composure again, and could only hurriedly reply. "Don't be shy, you must be hungry. Today I specially asked Zhang Ma to stew a ginseng chicken soup, and I've also prepared a lot of other dishes. You should eat more." The two of them sat facing each other at the table, host and guest. Yang Ma kindly served me a chicken leg. After thanking her repeatedly, I took the opportunity to eat heartily while keeping my head down, gradually calming my flustered mood. After finishing a large bowl of chicken soup, I looked up and realized that Yang Ma hadn't touched her chopsticks yet, but was just staring at me with a big smile on her face. "Aunt Yang, why aren't you eating? It smells so good!" "When Zhihao was studying in Taipei, he would come home and wolf down his food just like you. Eat slowly, eat more. I'll have some other light dishes. The chicken soup is too oily, so this old lady won't eat it." "Aunt Yang looks so young and beautiful, not old at all. You're prettier than a movie star! If you and your sister-in-law stood together, people who didn't know the situation would definitely think you were sisters!" "Ruoyao, I haven't even offered you dessert yet, and you're already so sweet-talking." "No, I'm serious. I can't find a single female star on TV who is prettier than Aunt Yang." "Really? You're not lying to me, are you? Are you full? Let's sit in the living room, have some fruit and drinks. Aunt Zhang has to rush home after she finishes cleaning up!" After moving to the living room and sitting down, chatting face-to-face gave him a chance to appreciate Aunt Yang's stunning beauty. Those large, clear eyes, sparkling with captivating charm, framed a fair and rosy face. Her cherry-red lips, painted with vibrant red lipstick, appeared almost too fresh to resist. As she spoke, her lips parted seductively, and her skin, white and delicate, seemed almost translucent, belying a woman in her forties. Her curvaceous figure was concealed by a loose, casual top. When Mrs. Yang bent down to pour him a drink, a glimpse of her alluring figure was revealed: her lace bra barely covered half of her full breasts, creating a beautiful cleavage. She exuded the mature and alluring charm of a young woman. The sight of her beauty and the illicit fantasies within him caused his penis to stir uncontrollably. If it weren't for his tight jeans, his erection would likely have created a noticeable erection, making him look quite unsightly. No, he had to control his emotions; otherwise, how could he be a philandering thief? "Ruoyao, please keep the tutoring fee for now, lest you forget it later." "Mrs. Yang, no need! I haven't had many classes this month." "It's alright, Ruyu's grades are quite good, you're the biggest contributor. Besides, you need money for various things while you're away, keep it. Studying at a private medical school must be expensive, is the tutoring fee enough?"

“Aunt Yang, I’ve been tutoring Ruyu since my freshman year of college, and you’ve given me a higher salary than my classmates get for tutoring elsewhere. Plus, I work as a lifeguard and coach at the swimming pool during winter and summer breaks, earning tens of thousands of yuan. Combined, it’s enough to cover not only my living expenses but also my tuition.”

“Zhihao also loves swimming; the swimming pool at home was built after he retired from the military. But he’s been busy with his company these past two years, so I haven’t seen him swim much.”

“Aunt Yang, I… I’m participating in a swimming competition next month. During the summer, every swimming pool is packed, and it’s hard to find a place to practice. Could I borrow your swimming pool to train?”

“Of course, the pool is empty anyway.”

“I work at the pool four mornings a week, so I’ll probably be swimming here in the evening.”

“No problem, I’ll tell Aunt Zhang to open the door for you even if I’m not there.” Over the past ten years, she could be considered to have achieved great success, but after reaching the summit,

all

that remained was a lonely and desolate feeling. A few years ago, not long after Guodong's death, some scheming toads occasionally gossiped and tried to provoke Wenjun, the newly widowed woman. But after she decisively navigated the cutthroat business world and seized control of the Yang Group, the men who had once been arrogant and overconfident all trembled with fear before her, treating her like a goddess. Not to mention the men who had surrounded her in recent years, almost all of them her subordinates or juniors. Intimidated by her authority, they were all obsequious; who dared to speak lightly or frivolously to her? This certainly satisfied her pride and vanity, but on the other hand, it often made her feel as if something was missing. Sometimes she even doubted whether she was still considered a woman in their eyes. Only today did Ruoyao's eyes truly open. Although he dared not look Liu Zhen in the eye, his burning gaze couldn't help but linger on her, even stealing glances. His penis had uncontrollably swelled, a ridiculous sight he had to suppress, yet it was all too obvious to Liu Zhen.

Sometimes, people live for the applause of others, especially when a man in his forties is being praised like this by a nineteen or twenty-year-old. Recalling the evening in the dining room and living room, when Ruoyao, this man of moderate age, cast admiring glances at her, she couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. She was still a woman of her age, her beauty and charm undiminished. In truth, even without Ruoyao's unreserved praise to her face, she was still confident in her looks. It's just that self-praise can never compare to the delight of hearing it from a man.

As I pondered, the absurdity faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of loneliness. "A woman adorns herself for her admirer," but no matter how beautiful or shapely she was, without the passionate, aggressive, even lustful gaze of a man, she was destined to wither away, a lonely, self-absorbed existence. "A woman at forty is like a flower in full bloom," the most beautiful and vibrant time, but how long can a flower remain beautiful once in full bloom? "Pluck the flower while it blooms," but with her current status, few would dare to boldly pluck or admire her. A woman's golden decade, spent toiling in her career and family, was nearing its end; how much inner loneliness and weariness did she pay for her outward glamour? "The past is gone, the future is yet to come," but where was her future? Youth! Youth! Why did it vanish without a trace? Was her future only one of living a life of luxury, enjoying her grandchildren, and then passing away? Heartbroken and filled with self-pity, a long-lost longing and passion gradually resurfaced in her mind. She slowly swayed her body towards the dressing table, stood before the mirror, and began to remove her clothes one by one. She gazed resentfully at her reflection, seeing a beautiful face like a lotus blossom, alluring eyes, slightly parted cherry lips, exuding mature feminine charm. Taking a few steps back, her naked and proud body was fully revealed in the mirror: her delicate, smooth skin, her rounded, slender legs, her round, firm buttocks, her full, firm breasts, and her tender, peach-like vulva. This beautiful body could only wait to wither and fade, with no one to nourish and nurture it, to make it even more beautiful and vibrant. The desire within her grew into a raging fire, and she couldn't help but gently stroke her trembling nipple. A tingling sensation shot from her nipple to her head, the pleasurable feeling... Unable to resist, her slender fingers repeatedly touched her swollen nipples. Soon, she noticed her nipples were becoming increasingly swollen and flushed. No longer satisfied with just a gentle touch, she began to pinch and twist her nipples with her fingers. The heat surging within her grew stronger, her cheeks flushed with desire, and her pearly teeth gently bit her bright cherry lips. A woman in love is most beautiful, yet she could only love herself, pity herself, and admire herself alone. Would she ever have the chance to share a passionate encounter with the man she loved? In the past ten years, she had never longed for a man to comfort her long-dormant heart as much as she did now.

Overwhelmed by desire, Jiaxin felt a warm, wet sensation in her lower body. Looking down, she saw that her tightly closed labia had slightly parted, revealing tender pink labia inside, and a trickle of clear fluid was slowly flowing from her delicate vulva. As if possessed, Jiaxin stretched out her slender fingers and caressed her petals. Her fingers slid lightly and heavily across her tender vulva. "Ah..." A more intense pleasure struck her head like an electric current. Stars flashed before her eyes, her legs went weak, and she staggered back a few steps and collapsed onto the Simmons bed. As her fingers moved faster, her long, slender legs gradually opened, and her fingers began to excitedly tease her clitoris and petals. Her face was flushed, revealing an expression of unbearable desire. She pressed her thumb against her clitoris and trembled it, while her index and ring fingers caressed her petals. Slowly, she inserted her middle finger into the center of her wet petals, thrusting it in and out of her vagina like a man's penis. But her slender fingers, though beautiful, seemed neither long nor thick enough at this moment. They could not reach the deep itch, nor fill the emptiness of her secret place. For no apparent reason, she seemed to hear the rhythmic "plop, plop" sounds of her son and daughter-in-law making love a few days ago. Her long-suppressed desires surged uncontrollably in these unattainable sexual fantasies. She desperately wished a man could irrigate her parched garden, giving her a thoroughly satisfying pleasure with his large penis. Lost in her fantasies, she imagined Ruoyao's large penis throbbing beneath his jeans that evening, craving his touch, craving his wanton ravaging. This sudden, illicit desire drove her mad, filled her with shame, yet it was also mixed with an indescribable pleasure. These complex emotions entangled and intensified her lust. A surge of heat coursed through her body, and her lower body became wet with copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Her thoughts grew increasingly chaotic, until finally, an intoxicating image of herself and Ruoyao making love appeared in her mind. The night was long, and her lust was hard to quell. She sighed softly, barely able to immerse herself in masturbation and unfulfilled sexual fantasies. She even hoped to see her secret lover again tomorrow. ………

... This summer, countless sperm and offspring will perish in vain

for this celestial, noble goddess.

Since waking up this morning, the image of my lewd and obscene encounter with Ruoyao last night has been haunting me. I must have been crazy to have such obscene thoughts. Yet, even just a phantom of sexual intercourse gave me a heart-wrenching, soul-stirring pleasure. If I could truly relive that experience, how blissful it would be! Between desire and restraint, shyness and wantonness, should I seize the moment while youth is in full bloom, attracting attention and clinging to the last vestiges of my youth? Or should I cling to moral principles, letting my body wither away, living a cold and lonely life like this? I'm only in my forties; I have many decades ahead of me. The thought is truly unbearable! A restless, turbulent feeling keeps me agitated in my office, wondering if my dream lover will come swimming at my house today. I should go home early; there's nothing much to do anyway.

As soon as the car entered the house, Ruoyao's motorcycle was already in the yard. His anticipation for the day seemed to have been fulfilled. Before even entering the house, he couldn't help but head towards the pool. The summer dusk was still intensely bright. Ruoyao darted through the water like a white streak in the waves, then, with a turn, clung to the edge, watching the stunningly beautiful woman slowly approach.

"Hello, Aunt Yang, you're off work so early."

"Yes! I didn't have much to do today. I was wondering if you were comfortable swimming here, so I came to check on you."

"It's great here, swimming here is so enjoyable! I have to thank you, Aunt Yang!"

"No need to thank me, come often if you like. I'll ask Aunt Zhang to prepare some drinks for you."

Fantastic! Today he was once again blessed to see such a beautiful woman. And this stunning female CEO, dressed in a high-class office lady outfit, seemed to hide a touch of shy charm beneath her sharp and elegant attire. A thousand outfits, ten thousand styles—that's probably it! But how could it all pass by so quickly? When would his plan to steal her heart and hunt for her begin?

………

...

I saw that Mrs. Yang was wearing a light green dress with thin straps and a small V-neck. The simple cut exuded an unparalleled elegance, showcasing her exceptional taste and confidence. No matter how beautiful the clothes, they couldn't compare to her natural beauty; the simpler the design, the more it accentuated her noble气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament).

After dinner, I sat in the living room chatting with Mrs. Yang. Under my careful observation, which I maintained with forced composure, I noticed a touch of feminine shyness and charm in her speech compared to the previous night. When we looked directly at each other, her face would occasionally flush slightly. Since I met Mrs. Yang, I had always perceived her as a decisive and strong woman. This shy and charming demeanor, so full of femininity, was a first. If her blushing was because of me, it was a good start; perhaps I could press my advantage today.

Ruoyao, of course, had no idea that Mrs. Yang's unusual shyness and charm today was precisely because of him. Thinking of last night's obscene behavior and rushing to leave the company early today, all to see the sunny boy from her dreams again as soon as possible. As soon as she reached the poolside, Ruoyao, whose image had been somewhat blurry in her mind last night, became vivid again. This tanned, strong, and charismatic young man, wearing only a pair of swim trunks barely covering his body, revealing his thick chest muscles, exuded masculinity and made her heart race. Afraid of being discovered by him, she quickly left the poolside, yet couldn't help asking Zhang Ma to invite him to dinner. Alas! In the past ten years, she had never hesitated or faltered in the face of so many important decisions at the company, yet this time

she was so indecisive. "Aunt Yang, is something on your mind? Now that Zhihao is more skilled, he can help you with your work. You should be much more relaxed now!"

She felt ashamed! Today, Ruoyao was no longer as anxious and flustered as yesterday, yet she was still immersed in the boundless abyss of lust, her heart still pounding wildly. "Yes! I used to be so busy, and now that I have so much free time, I really don't know how to pass the time."

"Once Zhihao comes back from his honeymoon, Aunt Yang can finally relax, travel around the world, and enjoy life."

"Traveling around is tempting, but after a while, it gets quite lonely. So, I should thank you for coming to have dinner and chat with me. I was just afraid you'd find having dinner with Aunt Yang boring." Thinking about asking Ruoyao to keep her company, besides dinner and conversation, she seemed to harbor a shy expectation deep inside. For no reason, she recalled last night, that refined yet slightly wild boy, how his gentle yet domineering courage filled the long-standing physical and emotional emptiness and loneliness during their lovemaking. Why, ever since that midnight hallucination, have these endless reveries lingered?

"No, Mrs. Yang has such a rich life experience. I can learn a lot from chatting with her over dinner. Besides, Mrs. Yang is so beautiful, and her voice is so lovely. Especially today, the way she blushed, she looked like a beautiful young girl. I look forward to having dinner with her every day!" No matter how beautiful a woman is, she still needs a man's praise. Teasing Mrs. Yang at the right time, seeing her beautiful face blush with shy charm, is truly pleasing to the eye! It's always better to make her heart flutter than to keep her indifferent.

"Ruoyao, you're so naughty, always teasing me. You have such a sweet tongue, you must be good at deceiving girls and have many girlfriends!" She complained, but her heart was filled with sweetness. It felt like she had returned to the era when young girls' feelings were always poetic, twenty years ago. But when she thought about the absurd lust of last night behind this feeling of love, she couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in her heart, and her fluctuating emotions lingered for a long time.

Upon seeing Yang's mother's shy demeanor again, Ruoyao, despite having just experienced a nocturnal emission before arriving, couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his lower body and a burning erection. If his goal hadn't been to gradually arouse her deepest desires and feelings, tearing away her hypocritical mask of a noble goddess, simply looking at the boundless allure of this stunning beauty before him would have been enough to make him lose his reason. Forcibly suppressing his rising lust was painful, but the thought that if he could arouse this woman, who had remained chaste for ten years and whom he had once revered as a goddess, until she was flustered, actively seeking pleasure, and surrendering to his large penis, then today's suppressed lust would be worthwhile. Moreover, teasing Yang's mother from time to time, seeing her blushing, heart-pounding, and incredibly shyly alluring appearance, was already an immense source of pleasure. To steal a heart and then a woman, one must first steal the heart before pursuing the woman. At this moment, one must be patient and carefully consider the next tactic. The goal is to gradually ignite Yang's long-suppressed primal desires, dismantling her deeply ingrained moral compass. This cannot be rushed; opportunities for attraction and physical intimacy must be created slowly.

"I'm going to be a junior in college this summer, but I don't even have a girlfriend yet. So, besides working part-time, all I can do this summer is study and sleep," Ruoyao said, deliberately pausing his teasing after deciding to take it slow, his tone tinged with regret.

Hearing Ruoyao say he didn't have a girlfriend, a flicker of joy rose in her heart. Seeing him stop rambling, her chaotic emotions calmed down slightly. "Your female classmates have no taste! How could you not seize the opportunity with such a handsome and dashing young man like Ruoyao?" After saying that, she couldn't help but laugh and continued, "You say I'm pretty, and I say you're handsome and dashing, it's like a different kind of self-praise."

The situation was developing beyond her expectations. Before today, she really couldn't believe that she could chat and laugh with Yang's mother in such a relaxed and natural atmosphere.

"Ruoyao, you swim so fast! Are you confident in the competition?"

"No, the competition is just for fun. The main thing is to develop a habit of exercise and get some exercise. Does Mrs. Yang swim?"

"I've always been afraid of water and don't really like sports."

"Isn't it a waste not to use such a nice swimming pool? I can teach you!"

"Oh! No, no, I'm too old to learn to swim, people will laugh at me."

He had just been thinking about how to create an opportunity for attraction and physical intimacy, and now this was a perfect chance. If he could persuade Mrs. Yang to learn to swim, he could not only admire her stunning figure and perfect curves, but also showcase his own strong physique honed through swimming. Perhaps this would even seduce the beautiful woman who had long lacked male affection. Plus, the inevitable physical contact during the teaching process would be a fantastic opportunity. Yes, no matter what, he had to succeed in persuading her.

“Aunt Yang, from a medical point of view, exercise can help you stay young, and swimming is the best exercise. Besides, Aunt Yang is beautiful and has a great figure. If Aunt Yang goes to the pool, I guarantee she'll attract everyone's attention.”

“Ruoyao, you're being dishonest again, making fun of me,” Aunt Yang said with a laugh.

“Aunt Yang, I'm not lying. I haven't seen a single girl prettier than you at the pool all summer. And learning to swim is actually very simple, especially with me, a renowned instructor with extensive teaching experience. One-on-one instruction will guarantee you learn quickly. When Zhihao and Ruyu come back and see Aunt Yang swimming like a mermaid, I guarantee they'll be shocked.” Ruoyao used his silver tongue to persuade her.

“You're really shameless, boasting about being a renowned instructor. But I've always lacked athletic ability, so I'm sure I won't be a good student. If I can't learn, wouldn't that ruin your reputation as a renowned instructor?” Aunt Yang said with a coquettish smile.

Sensing a hint of hesitation in Aunt Yang's eyes, Ruoyao knew that if he didn't push his luck a little harder, this great opportunity might slip away.

"Everyone should develop a habit of at least one sport in their lifetime to maintain health and youth. Of all sports, swimming is the best choice because you can swim whenever you want without having to ask friends for company like with other sports. Plus, swimming is better than jogging because it's almost injury-free. And with a swimming pool at home, it's incredibly convenient!" Ruoyao urged eagerly and sincerely.

"You make it sound so good, it would be a shame not to learn. But you have to protect me, you can't let me swallow water, okay?"

Hearing Yang's mother's agreement, and seeing her girlish, hesitant yet expectant, slightly shy expression, one felt a surge of joy.

"Then starting tomorrow, 5:30 pm, the sun won't be too strong, I won't get tanned, and the water temperature will be warm enough. Is that okay?" Ruoyao couldn't help but issue orders.

"Teacher, can we be a day later? I still need to buy a swimsuit!"

Hearing Yang's mother deliberately address herself as "teacher" and then use a deliberately coquettish tone to bargain, their eyes met, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter, the joyful atmosphere reaching its peak. ………

...

Suppressing these fantasies, I first went to the pool for a few refreshing swims, letting Yang's mother experience the comfort of swimming, which might strengthen her resolve to study.

At 5:30 sharp, Yang's mother appeared at one end of the pool. Although she wasn't wearing a bikini as I'd imagined, the highly elastic, pale yellow one-piece swimsuit still perfectly showcased her shapely and voluptuous figure. The streamlined, novel design, with its thin shoulder straps and a high slit at the waist, made her full breasts seem about to burst out. Her slender yet elastic waist accentuated her pert, rounded buttocks, and her jade-like, plump legs appeared even more shapely and long. At the part of her legs, the mysterious triangle area was slightly raised, particularly alluring. Ruoyao stared, drooling, his eyes fixed on the noble fairy, like a reincarnation of the goddess Luo, as she walked step by step to the poolside.

Seeing Ruoyao's unblinking gaze, his unrestrained and aggressive exploration of her breasts and legs, and realizing that she had never exposed so much of her delicate body to any man other than her husband, now exposed to this young man twenty years her junior, she couldn't help but feel her face flush. However, the young man's unreserved admiration also made her incredibly proud, knowing that even though she was over forty, her appearance and figure were still very attractive to men. With her head lowered, she said reservedly yet excitedly, "Hello, teacher. Is class about to begin?"

It wasn't until this stunning beauty reached the poolside and uttered her melodious voice that Ruoyao seemed to snap out of his reverie and remember his task for the day. Yet, he couldn't help but sincerely exclaim, "Mrs. Yang, you're absolutely gorgeous!"

Hearing Ruoyao's unreserved and direct praise, Jiaxin said shyly, "How can you look at someone like that? It's like you're about to devour them."

"Mrs. Yang, don't blame me! You really are so beautiful, even more captivating than I imagined."

Hearing Ruoyao's praise again, and wondering if the phrase "even more captivating than I imagined" meant that this young boy, like her, also fantasized about her sexually. Thinking of this, the young man's glazed eyes seemed to become even more aggressive, like a sharp blade plucking at his already pounding heartstrings. Recalling the madness of that night, his face flushed red, and he said shyly, "You haven't seen enough yet! We still have several days to learn."

The thought of this cold, elegant, and noble goddess, wearing a swimsuit that perfectly showcased her beautiful figure, standing in front of him and flirting with him, made Ruoyao extremely happy. He finally calmed down, thinking that he still had several days to gradually warm up to her, and there was no need to be too hasty.

"Come on! Let's do some warm-up exercises!"

Following her own instructions, her beautiful body became even more vibrant and alluring with each twist and swing of her arms. The extended movements of raising her arms and tiptoeing accentuated her full breasts and shapely buttocks. As she bent over, her deep cleavage was faintly visible. Ruoyao, standing opposite Yang's mother and guiding her movements, was thoroughly entertained, yet also forced herself to endure the discomfort.

"Come on, let's go in the water."

"Ruoyao, I'm afraid of water, you have to protect me!"

"Don't be afraid, we'll start in the shallow end. You'll be fine once you stand up. We'll learn to hold our breath underwater, sink down and then stand up, inhaling through our mouths when we come out." After much effort, they finally had their first physical contact. Holding Yang's mother's soft hand, they walked step by step into the pool.

"Don't worry, I'll hold your hand. If you can't hold your breath, just pull me up. Take a deep breath, sink down, stand up, like that, it's simple, isn't it? Come on, it's your turn to do it." Ruoyao explained and demonstrated.

Seeing Yang's mother tremblingly holding her hand, obediently following her instructions like a schoolchild, Ruoyao suddenly felt that the gap between their social statuses was no longer so vast; she was merely a vulnerable woman who needed his protection. This thought made the swimming instructor feel more comfortable and authoritative.

"Very good, very good. Come on, do it a few more times and you won't be afraid."

"You did very well. I'm letting go now. Do it a few more times yourself, don't be afraid!"

Hearing Ruoyao let her practice, she felt a nervous fluster, but also felt reassured by Ruoyao's gentle and considerate care. Thinking of the past ten years without a man to rely on, a shy, loving feeling welled up inside her. How embarrassing! She quickly calmed herself and began to follow along, her hands trembling.

"Yang's mother, you learn so quickly and well! Isn't it easy?"

Hearing the praise from the boy who had been troubling her for days, Jiaxin's face flushed slightly, and she said coquettishly, "It's so scary!"

"Are you tired? Do you want to rest?"

"No, thank you!"

"Okay, then let's learn the second move, the jellyfish float. Watch me demonstrate first. Sink into the water, tuck your legs in towards your chest, hug your legs tightly with your hands, relax your whole body, and your body will naturally float up. When you can't hold your breath anymore, release your legs with your hands, push the water with your hands, and stand up."

Feeling that this move was much more complicated and difficult than the previous one, Jiaxin couldn't help but feel scared. "It's so hard! I'm afraid I can't do it."

"Come on, don't be afraid. I'll demonstrate a few more times. Hold your breath and sink into the water to see clearly. When you do it, I'll sink into the water to protect you." Ruoyao said in a gentle yet slightly authoritative tone.

After watching a few times, she seemed to understand, but could only try to do it as a last resort. The first part of the movement was alright; her body was indeed floating in the water. But she was about to run out of breath and hurriedly tried to stand up, letting go of her feet with both hands. In her haste, she tried to stand up but forgot to press her hands into the water. She stumbled, lost her balance, and opened her mouth, swallowing a large mouthful of water.

Seeing Yang's mother's predicament, Ruoyao rushed to pull her up, but the drowning person's hands were flailing wildly. Ruoyao couldn't reach Yang's mother's hands, but his large hand swept down to Yang's mother's full breasts. He quickly put his hands together around Yang's slender waist and lifted her up.

After Jiaxin's upper body surfaced, she gasped for breath, her face flushing red, whether from choking or from the boy's large hands touching her delicate breasts. She scolded, "Ruoyao, you're so naughty!"

Ruoyao, still savoring the wonderful feel of Yang's mother's full breasts, was confused by her scolding. Hearing her playful complaint, he couldn't tell if she was blaming him for his inadequate rescue or for his careless grabbing. Remembering his duty as a "lifeguard," he quickly reached out and gently supported Yang's mother's snow-white arms, helping her stabilize her swaying body and calm her trembling mind.

Ruoyao stood close to Yang's mother, looking down at her as she gasped for breath, her full breasts rising and falling, displaying an incredibly alluring curve. Her white chest and deep cleavage were so close, and even though they were in the cool pool, his penis was aroused by this rare sight, throbbing with desire. He longed to embrace her beautiful, seductive body and caress her tenderly. At this moment, he could only mumble, "Yang's mother, I'm sorry! I frightened you. Let's rest for a bit!" Whether his apology was for not protecting her properly or for his haphazard grabbing was left to his own judgment, to avoid embarrassment.

"Mm!" Jiaxin replied softly, her delicate frame led by Ruoyao to the shore. The pool water condensed into glistening droplets on her smooth, delicate skin. Her face, like a lotus emerging from the water, was still flushed. Fortunately, she pretended to cough violently, which perfectly concealed the burning heat in her cheeks. Otherwise, the throbbing sensations emanating from her sensitive breasts, touched by the man's large hands, might have been completely exposed. Humans are strange, especially when they have some fantasies or longings. Just the sight of Ruoyao's gaze on that area made it feel intensely hot, as if it were melting. Not to mention the long-lost stimulation from his strong hands touching her breasts—far more wonderful than her own caresses. The attraction between men and women has an added electric shock feel.

This naughty boy, whether intentionally or accidentally, seemed to have touched her in a panic. Judging from the bulge in his swim trunks, he must be a little aroused too! Sigh! Why do my thoughts keep wandering to these embarrassing places whenever I'm with Ruoyao? Could it be that I've really fallen for this young, handsome boy, indulging in his verbal and physical teasing? Why was this wonderful, electric sensation so captivating, so irresistible?

"Auntie Yang, I'm sorry! I'll be more careful to protect you!" Ruoyao's eyes shone with youthful enthusiasm, fearing Auntie Yang would blame him for not protecting her properly and refuse to continue learning.

"Hmm! It's not entirely your fault, I was too flustered myself. But you have to protect me well from now on, and don't let me swallow water again," Jiaxin said coquettishly.

"Okay! I'll definitely be more careful." Hearing that Auntie Yang was still willing to continue learning, Ruoyao happily promised. Moreover, Auntie Yang didn't seem to blame him for his "indecent" behavior, so the physical contact during the lesson could be more natural and bolder. Thus, an idea came to him: "Let's not learn the jellyfish float today, let's change the pace and learn freestyle paddling and kicking first." Padding was fine, but if he didn't know the jellyfish float and had to learn kicking, he would inevitably have to use his hands to support Auntie Yang's lower abdomen and thighs, keeping her body afloat. The wonderful feeling of touching Mrs. Yang's full breasts and embracing her slender waist with both hands is still deeply imprinted in my mind. As long as Mrs. Yang is willing to learn, there should be many more opportunities for physical intimacy during the at least one week of training. With just a little teasing at the right time, I don't believe this long-deprived widow won't feel flustered and aroused . As long as I can restrain myself, maybe Mrs. Yang will be unable to resist her desires and take the initiative to seek pleasure?

……… ...

I graduated from school, and not long after my twentieth birthday, before my romantic dreams of love could even be fully woven, I was forced to marry Guodong by my parents' wishes. Looking back on the path I've traveled, it's been uneventful. Guodong had been quite kind to me and provided ample financial support, but his extremely reserved personality couldn't ignite any romantic feelings. Even our intimate relations seemed like a routine, a necessary obligation to continue the family line. Then Zhihao and Ruyu were born, and then Guodong passed away. Where is the joy in life?

These past few days have been the most interesting. Listening to Ruoyao recount the vibrant lives of young people on campus every day is incredibly enticing. Chatting with Ruoyao is so relaxing and enjoyable, unlike conversations with Zhihao and Ruyu, which always carried the responsibility and pressure of hoping for their children's success. There's also no business negotiation involved, which always involves a lot of scheming and power struggles. Youth is wonderful; it's all about the vibrant energy of unbridled life, the exuberance of youthful exuberance. And me? Those were my youthful, dream-filled years, but they seem to remain only deep-seated ideas, never becoming beautiful patterns painted with a brush. It's so frustrating! Life, too short to fully flourish, has already turned to the setting sun. Even in the twilight of life, we should at least write a final, brilliant stroke in the blank spaces of our lives!

Thinking about learning to swim today, it was truly crazy. I've always been afraid of water and lazy when it comes to exercise, but when Ruoyao suggested teaching me to swim, why did I hesitate and then suddenly agree, even setting aside half a day to buy so many swimsuits? Why, when I was swallowing water and choking on it during lessons, did I willingly, even joyfully, follow Ruoyao into the water after a short rest? Was it really just about learning to swim well, cultivating an interest and habit of exercise, or was it about wanting to hold onto more of the precious time spent with this big boy, Ruoyao? Why, when Ruoyao's large hands touched her full breasts and cradled her soft abdomen, did she feel a brief moment of shyness followed by a strange pleasure in the intimate contact? Was this ambiguous situation intentionally created by Ruoyao? Or was it her own desire to fill the void of her lost youth, her immersion in the subtle, almost imperceptible, teasing between a man and a woman? Ruoyao! Why did you, little devil, intrude into my long-closed heart, leaving me so troubled yet filled with anticipation? But at this moment, she no longer wanted to withdraw from this game of desire, because only in the subtle, almost imperceptible flirtation between words and actions could she feel that there was still longing and dreams in her life.

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Jiaxin wore a black, three-dimensionally tailored swimsuit today. The swimsuit first crossed at the neck to form a loop, then flowed down to cover her breasts, and finally crossed over to wrap around her pert, round buttocks. The swimsuit was made with very little material, and her full, white breasts, except for the peaks, were so large and round they almost seemed to burst out. Her small, delicate navel was incredibly sexy and alluring. Ruoyao stared in disbelief as this stunning beauty boldly displayed her exquisite body before him without any hesitation. He had already feasted his eyes on her yesterday, but today this super beauty had amazed him even more, and his eyes almost shot fire.

“Mrs. Yang, only your great figure can bring out the design quality of this swimsuit. The swimsuit company should hire you as their spokesperson.”

“You naughty boy, you don’t even work properly in the pool, you just peek at pretty girls.”

“Mrs. Yang, being a lifeguard is sometimes just a backup, it’s really boring, you can’t help but dart around. But after seeing Mrs. Yang’s stunning face and figure, this summer’s part-time job will definitely be boring, because there won’t be any more eye-catching surprises.”

“You naughty boy, hurry up and teach us, you’re always talking nonsense.” Jiaxin said in a tone that was both reproachful and amused.

“Mrs. Yang, if you wear a bikini to the pool, I guarantee everyone will stop what they're doing. The men will stare in disbelief, and the women will look on with envy and jealousy. Then you'll know I'm not talking nonsense.”

“No way! That's too embarrassing.”

Continuing with the jellyfish float and freestyle swimming and water skiing that she hadn't finished yesterday, Jiaxin, who doesn't usually exercise, was completely exhausted and unable to move when the class ended. Last night's hot water massage couldn't relieve the soreness accumulated from overexertion. She could only sit lazily on a poolside lounge chair, whining, "Ruoyao, I'm so tired! My back aches, my limbs are weak, I can't move. Can I rest tomorrow?"

"Aunt Yang, this is because you don't exercise regularly. I'll give you a massage to relieve the fatigue. Then take a hot bath tonight, and you won't feel sore tomorrow."

"No, no!" Although they had had quite a bit of physical contact in the pool these past two days, that was more natural. Now, hearing Ruoyao offer to massage her, no matter how much she longed for the wonderful feeling of skin-to-skin contact, the thought of wearing such a revealing swimsuit and lying there for this young man to be so close made Jiaxin subconsciously refuse.

“Aunt Yang, it’s alright. As swimmers, we know which swimming strokes cause which parts to ache. Sometimes when we participate in competitions, there are too many events. After each event, we have to massage each other to relax. And it’s best to do it immediately, otherwise you’ll be sore for several days, and our swimming lessons might be canceled.” Thinking of Aunt Yang’s delicate and smooth skin, which must be very tempting to massage, and with this rare breakthrough in intimacy, Ruoyao persuaded Aunt Yang with special anticipation.

On one hand, her whole body ached so much she couldn't move; on the other hand, she didn't know why she couldn't resist the boy's eager gaze. Perhaps deep down, there was a hint of unspeakable shyness, a longing for closer contact with this young man of her dreams, to enjoy that unspeakable, alluring pleasure. Jiaxin blushed and nodded shyly.

"Aunt Yang, then lie down properly. Some areas will be a little sore when you massage them, so you have to bear with it."

Under the afterglow of the setting sun and the colorful clouds in the sky, lay a stunningly beautiful woman. Her backless swimsuit cleverly accentuated her beautiful curves, her back was well-proportioned and smooth, her slender waist and full hips were exquisitely shaped, and her round, high, beautiful buttocks and slender legs formed a beautiful and moving curve. Although she was just lying there quietly, she exuded an extraordinary allure, making one's blood boil. Ruoyao stretched out his trembling hands and began massaging her slowly, starting from her shoulders. He used all his strength, gradually increasing the pressure. Jiaxin cried out in pain, her muscles tensing instantly. "Aunt Yang, relax. It will hurt a little, but it will be fine in

a moment." Thinking about lying almost naked in front of the man, Jiaxin found it difficult to immediately accept being watched and touched by him. A breeze swept by, bringing a chill to her heart, and goosebumps rose on her sensitive skin. "Ruoyao, I'm cold! Please cover me with a towel, okay?"

Although it was a pity to miss the chance to feast his eyes, it was for the best. After all, it wasn't time to reveal his true intentions yet. If he continued to look at this incredibly alluring body, he feared he might succumb to temptation and ruin his original plan. With a hint of regret, he picked up the large towel placed aside and covered Jiaxin's incredibly alluring buttocks and jade-like legs.

After massaging Jiaxin's fair, lotus-root-like arms, he gradually moved down to her waist and back, first kneading and pressing, then patting. Her smooth, fair skin flushed slightly from the massage, giving him a thrilling feeling. Finally, he massaged her shapely buttocks and thighs, which, though covered by a towel, were still alluring, sometimes gently kneading, sometimes patting harder.

Jiaxin trembled slightly involuntarily, making soft moaning sounds. She thought with relief that there was a towel covering her, otherwise, it would be incredibly embarrassing for a woman's precious buttocks to be kneaded and rubbed by a man. But that's what massage is all about, so why did she agree to massage her just now? Thinking of this, the ecstatic image of her and Ruoyao's lovemaking that night replayed in her mind, and the indescribable throbbing deep in her heart instantly intensified. Suddenly, Ruoyao's strong hands on her buttocks and thighs seemed to send waves of electricity through her, giving her an unprecedented tingling and comforting feeling. She couldn't help but moan softly and sweetly.

"Aunt Yang, is it all done? Does it feel good?"

Jiaxin, who had just been lost in her daydreams, feeling a slight warmth and wetness in her private parts and wanting Ruoyao to massage her a little longer, suddenly heard the sound. Her whole body heated up, and her face flushed. To hide her embarrassing state, she could only let out a soft "Mmm!" and remained

lying motionless on the recliner. "Then I'll massage you after swimming from now on, and you won't feel sore the next day." …… ... This game of passion between the man and woman is becoming increasingly exciting and fun; it's all about who can resist the temptation and confess their love first. "Mrs. Yang, you're learning very quickly and well. Except for slightly difficulty breathing, you can already swim ten or twenty meters in one go. In two more days, you'll truly become a mermaid in the swimming pool." "I have to thank you, my renowned teacher. Thankfully, I didn't ruin your reputation. Ruoyao, you're my swimming teacher. Don't call me Mrs. Yang anymore; just call me by my name. Do you know my name?" "Yes, I once saw a feature article about Mrs. Yang in a business magazine. I remember the title was 'The Stunning Female CEO—Li Jiaxin,' the same name as that actress who was hailed as the 'Miss Hong Kong among Miss Hong Kongs.'" "Actually, I don't want any titles. President, chairman, etc., are not what I want. If Mr. Yang hadn't died early and Zhihao hadn't been so young, why would I have to work so hard to maintain this huge business? Ten years is long enough, so after Zhihao retired from the military, I didn't want to manage it anymore. I handed it over to him. I just want to be myself again, like now, learning to swim, with you, my little teacher and handsome young man, accompanying me and making me happy. These past few days have been the most relaxed and carefree in the past ten years, without any other unnecessary worries. Except for a few elders, no one has called me 'Jiaxin' for a long time. You are my swimming teacher, so it's perfectly proper to call me by my name. You've made me feel old by calling me 'Mama Yang'! Remember! In the pool, I am the student and you are the teacher, so you should call me by my name. Come on, let's try it?" Mrs. Yang spoke seriously and sincerely at first, but then turned shy and coquettish, as if she were flirting with her lover. Hearing Yang's mother's attempt to get closer to him and her implied affection in her confession, Ruoyao clearly sensed the loneliness and fragility of this goddess-like beauty who seemed to be living in a world of solitude. His tactic of looking down on adults and his timely flirting had somehow made her see him as a kindred spirit and someone she confided in and longed for. With the beauty falling for him, Ruoyao couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion and wanted to cherish her.

"Jiaxin, I feel bad about always eating and drinking here for free after swimming. I just got paid today, so let's take a day off tomorrow. Instead of swimming, I'll take you to Qingshui Gaomei Wetlands to see birds, catch crabs, and watch the sunset. Then we'll go to Taichung Harbor for seafood, and then take a walk at Tunghai University to see the night view. There's a very romantic and atmospheric coffee shop in the art district; let's go for coffee together. Okay?" "

Great! Great! I haven't had a relaxing drive like this in ages!" Like a young girl accepting her lover's first date, Jiaxin didn't hide her excitement. …… ... Cherish the flowers while they bloom today; you might understand the boundless longing of an aging woman for her fading youth in the world of desire. Don't mistake me for a proud, aloof white lotus, only to be admired from afar. I am a vibrant peony, richly fragrant, yearning for someone to play with my delicate petals, to pluck and admire me. I don't want to stand alone, withered and lifeless, left to fall like petals. I want to enjoy my final, dazzling brilliance before everything fades into desolation. A surge of emotions coursed through Jiaxin's heart, a shiver running through her. Why, since that night when a demon took root in her heart, has she been unable to control the overwhelming surge of shameful desire whenever she thinks of you? She longs to throw herself into your arms, to be tenderly loved and cherished. Sometimes she tries to restrain herself, but the more she tries, the more she sinks deeper into depravity. Ruoyao! Why can't you be more assertive, more proactive? Why do you have to helplessly struggle between the two extremes of propriety and desire? Ruoyao! Do you know how much I longed for you to hold my waist and lean on me more when you gently and tenderly led me along the wet beach at dusk the night before last? Do you know how shyly I hoped that when you looked at me with those magical eyes in the romantically lit café, I would give you a hug, a deep kiss, and even do whatever you wanted when you took me home? Why did it all end up like a dream without a trace? You just casually said, "Goodnight, see you tomorrow!" Could it be that I, like a goddess, have feelings for you, but you are indifferent? Surely not! These past few days, seeing you intentionally or unintentionally touch my body in the pool, and how you tried to suppress your rising desire during the massage, I must be very attractive to you. This feeling of uncertainty and anxiety is turning into a torment, eroding my remaining composure little by little. I don't care anymore, I can't bear this agonizing, unbearable longing any longer. Tomorrow, on this special day, I've decided to openly confess my love to you, begging for your affection. Ruoyao, you probably understand my awkward and embarrassed feelings, and know the anxiety of unrequited love. " Jiaxin, why do you seem so distracted today? Is something on your mind?" "Ah! I have some things to take care of tomorrow afternoon. Could we skip my swimming lesson for the day, and you come over for dinner tonight, okay?" Although it was just a few ordinary words, the thought of the unwavering determination behind them made my heart race and my cheeks burn. "Okay, then I'll go home first!" Hearing Ruoyao's agreement, my anxiety subsided slightly. Ruoyao probably really didn't have a girlfriend, otherwise he wouldn't have no other dates for Valentine's Day. But when he comes for dinner tomorrow, will he sense my hints and take the initiative to ease my embarrassment? Or will he be like a clueless goose, waiting for me to confess my love? If that's the case, can I even bring myself to say it? What if she embarrassingly confessed, only to have him back out at the last minute? The helplessness of silently enduring the anxiety and shame of not being able to speak out brought tears to the eyes of Jiaxin, a woman seen by outsiders as a powerful and successful woman. Why did this energetic, handsome young man have to enter her long-closed heart when she was at her loneliest and most passionate, bringing her so much struggle and distress? Why was she, a mature woman with extraordinary achievements, so easily seduced and utterly defeated by a man half her age? She even had to weep secretly at midnight, worried that she wouldn't be able to find solace and affection from this cursed star. …………………………………………………………………………………… Why doesn't Jiaxin want to swim today? Having dinner together these past few days has become routine, so why the special reminder? Why is Jiaxin blushing and blushing so shyly during such a simple conversation? What's so special about it? Ruoyao pondered for a moment, then a sudden inspiration struck him. Tomorrow was the annual Qixi Festival, the Chinese Valentine's Day. Could it be that this noble and stunningly beautiful woman wanted to spend this romantic day with him? Right, Zhihao and Ruyu would be returning in a few days, leaving fewer opportunities for them to be alone together. Even on this particularly alluring day, it was time to bring his "heart-stealing and beauty-hunting" plan to a close. These past few days at the swimming pool, Jiaxin had changed into different swimsuits each day, selflessly displaying her beautiful body to him, seeking his praise. Could this be considered a hint of "a woman adorns herself for her lover"? He watched her go from shyly letting him hold her hand and support her waist, to letting his hands massage her entire body, coupled with her occasional blushes, shy expressions, and alluring, dreamy eyes. His words and actions over the past few days must have been effective. This beauty must be struggling internally, undergoing a tremendous internal battle. Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, tomorrow I'll let it ignite into a blazing inferno. How can I make up for the immense repression I've endured these past few days without taking this noble goddess to bed and making love to her? IV. After ringing the doorbell, to his surprise, it was Jiaxin who answered the door herself. He had intended to hide the carefully prepared bouquet of roses and chocolate gift box behind his back to surprise her, but it was too late. "Why is it you who answered the door? Is Aunt Zhang busy? These are for you! I hope you like them!" Seeing the boy she loved handing her these red roses and chocolates, a symbol of love, Jiaxin's troubled heart, which had been troubled all night, was relieved. She exclaimed joyfully without any attempt to hide it: "Ah! Thank you!" Her shy appearance was no different from that of a young woman deeply in love. Over the past ten years, she had received countless expensive orchids and precious gifts from the market, but none of them had ever made her as excited as this bouquet of red roses handed to her by her dream lover. Jiaxin, who was already stunningly beautiful in the past, had clearly been carefully groomed. Today, she looked even more radiant. Her exquisite beauty, like a flower that could shame the moon and a fish that could sink and a goose that could fall from the sky, combined with her graceful and poetic demeanor, exuded the charm of a mature woman. With delicately arched eyebrows and bright, sparkling eyes, her makeup was more vibrant and captivating than usual. A vivid red lip gloss accentuated her beautiful features, and a jade hairpin adorned her high-piled hair. She was a dignified and stunning classical beauty standing before one's eyes. A silver, low-cut, spaghetti-strap dress with gold lace detailing perfectly showcased her slender yet curvaceous figure. Her breasts, partially exposed, were firm and round, breathtakingly beautiful. A single, exquisitely crafted diamond adorned her crystal-clear, undulating bosom, creating a captivating focal point. Sparkling diamond earrings dangled from her delicate earlobes, highlighting her ethereal elegance. She wore LV open-toe high heels, her slender, pinkish-white feet displaying ten delicate, alluring toes. Seeing Jiaxin's delighted and charming figure after receiving the roses, and her stunningly beautiful face after her meticulous makeup, Ruoyao immediately understood that Jiaxin's decision not to swim today wasn't because she had any urgent business to attend to, but simply to free up time to further refine her already gorgeous body. His assumption from last night must have been correct; this usually aloof and noble goddess had finally decided to create an unforgettable memory with him on this special Valentine's Day.

As I entered the room, soft, melodious music filled the air. The dim lighting accentuated the romantic atmosphere of the candlelight dinner. The gleaming silver tableware on the table was laden with various delicacies—all meticulously prepared for me. With Jiaxin's keen sense of smell, she should remember that I didn't have to get up early for work the next day. Perhaps she wanted to treat me as the final dish after the romantic Valentine's Day candlelight dinner, indulging in a feast. Nothing is more alluring than the allure of a beautiful woman. I was truly blessed. Through a strategy of subtle manipulation, I had finally conquered her, disarming this noble goddess and offering her my beautiful body as a tribute. This elegant beauty, who has long suppressed her fiery passion and lacked a man's affection, will finally abandon the constraints of propriety, remove her mask, and pursue unrestrained, wild, and primal carnal desires.

She imagines her noble body, hidden beneath her golden robes and never seen by any man for ten years, being completely liberated naked under her own hands. The thought of this pure, elegant, and noble body soon being teased and played with by his hands, moaning softly, crying seductively and desperately yielding as his penis thrust into her, filled Ruoyao with a surge of ambition, a desire to conquer the world. Today, he was determined to utterly destroy her remaining morality, dignity, and shame, to make her body and soul submit to his control, transforming her from an ethereal fairy into a lustful goddess fallen to earth.

Seeing Ruoyao's greedy gaze fixed on her from the moment he entered, roaming over her every inch, Jiaxin felt both shy and delighted. All the meticulous grooming and styling she had received throughout the day from her personal beautician had been rewarded by the young boy's unreservedly infatuated gaze. Her pretty face flushed, and she lowered her head, her voice trembling with a mixture of shyness and barely concealed excitement as she asked, "Am I pretty?"

Surprised that such youthful shyness, like that of a girl experiencing first love, could appear on the face of such a sophisticated and mature beauty, Ruoyao stared intently. Seeing her flushed cheeks, lowered eyelashes, and indescribable allure, he praised her with a slightly sentimental yet sincere tone, "You are absolutely gorgeous! None of those actresses known for their beauty can compare to your radiant charm. Hmm, a feast for the eyes!" He then gazed upon her beautiful face and mature, captivating figure with unreserved attention. From the tender affection in her beautiful eyes, the meticulous care she took in dressing up for her lover, and the elaborate preparations for the banquet, even a fool would know the deep affection behind it all. Tonight, he would be able to conquer and ravage this stunning beauty's delicate body without a doubt. Victory was within reach. To expand their gains, they needed to proceed gradually, teasing her until she took the initiative to express her love and ask for his advances.

"Ruoyao, Aunt Zhang has taken leave to go back to her hometown to prepare for the Ghost Festival in July. This is a thank-you banquet I personally prepared for you. Thank you for your patient guidance these past few days. I hope you will like it," Jiaxin said in a coquettish tone, like a young girl trying to win her lover's favor. Although he knew perfectly well that this was a romantic Valentine's Day special, the proud and aloof goddess was unwilling to surrender easily and wanted to preserve her last bit of dignity.

The seafood dishes were all made with high-quality ingredients, including French matsutake mushrooms and Russian caviar as appetizers, baked live lobster as a side dish, and abalone stewed with six heads as a main course, accompanied by a vintage, valuable French white wine. Furthermore, the food was personally prepared by the pampered and elegant beauty with her delicate hands. The delicious food and the beautiful gesture made Ruoyao feel lightheaded and intoxicated.

What moves a man most in this world is the moment when a noble and mature beauty's heart is first stirred. Ruoyao is no exception. Putting aside whether he can eventually get her into bed and make love, just seeing her shy appearance at this moment, where she is clearly aroused but unwilling to admit it, is already incredibly enjoyable. It also adds immense fun to the process of hunting for her. Ruoyao couldn't help but tease her:

"Such a noble and romantic candlelight dinner isn't something you can easily enjoy every day, especially since you cooked it yourself. But no matter how delicious the food is, it pales in comparison to the stunning beauty before me, especially since tonight is a romantic night when a lone man and woman are most easily moved."

Hearing Ruoyao's teasing words, which seemed to see right through her, Jiaxin's already slightly flushed face turned bright red. Even though she was mentally prepared to offer herself to this handsome boy tonight, Jiaxin still felt overwhelmed. Admitting it wasn't right, and denying it wasn't right either. She could only complain coquettishly, "You just love to talk nonsense, you're so naughty!"

Ruoyao was quite interested in witnessing the charming way this noble goddess, who was trying so hard to maintain her elegance and grace, lost her composure under his teasing. Seeing the shy, girlish face of this middle-aged beauty, her eyes brimming with unspoken affection, he knew he had stirred her imagination. He deliberately remained silent, allowing the silence to further fuel the ambiguous feelings between them. Sure enough, the beautiful woman, flustered, said sweetly, "Don't eat! You'll starve!"

Not wanting to embarrass Jiaxin too much, and besides, with such delicious food before her, she was indeed a little hungry. Ruoyao considerately pulled out a chair for Jiaxin, and they began to enjoy the elegant and romantic Valentine's Day dinner. Watching Jiaxin's graceful movements and posture while eating, it was sometimes hard to reconcile her with primal, wild desire. Yet tonight, he was forcing himself to blend this extreme image of angel and wanton woman.

Food, wine, and beauty—the ambiguous desire between the lonely man and woman gradually intensified amidst tender glances, sips of wine, and flickering candlelight. After a satisfying meal, Shao Liang, with a gentle smile, calmly rose and walked towards the beautiful woman, extending his hands and saying, "Such beautiful music, such a romantic atmosphere, let's dance."

Looking at Ruo Yao approaching with her large, slightly spring-like eyes, Jia Xin's heart fluttered. Perhaps it was because she had drunk a little, but her fair and delicate cheeks were flushed and radiant. In a daze, she was half-forced and gently pulled from her seat, led to the living room furnished with smooth imperial stone. Melodious music began, and the handsome man and beautiful woman danced gracefully.

Alcohol is an aphrodisiac, dance is a way to end a stolen pleasure. Ruoyao's hands gently rested on Jiaxin's slender waist, pulling her soft, boneless body. Jiaxin, who had been shyly looking down, glanced up at the somewhat silent Ruoyao, only to see him smiling, seemingly observing her shy and alluring demeanor with an air of knowing everything. Jiaxin felt flustered and flustered, two shy blushes rising to her cheeks. She was completely lost, her whole body burning. At this moment, she was no longer the decisive female CEO of a multinational corporation, nor the powerful businesswoman who dominated the business world, but a gentle, affectionate, and ordinary woman yearning for a man's affection. This wretched boy, knowing her shyness and embarrassment, refused to let her off easily. He tightened his grip, pulling her into his arms with strong arms, pressing her soft, fragrant body against his.

The elegant, graceful, and gentle beauty melted under the burning gaze and passionate embrace of her young lover. Her soft body leaned against Ruoyao's broad chest, feeling the strong, powerful thumping of his heart, each beat seemingly trying to unlock the long-closed doors of her heart. Her composure was in turmoil as Jiaxin's beautiful eyes half-closed, her usually clear and deep gaze now moist and confused. With each sway of her feet, their pressed bodies gradually warmed as they rubbed against each other, her cheeks flushing like peach blossoms in March.

Ruoyao buried his head in Jiaxin's jade-like neck, the fragrance of her body, like orchids and musk, filling his nostrils. He deliberately breathed on and licked her swan-like long, slender neck and her pearly earlobes. A woman's earlobes are naturally sensitive, and under the man's warm breath and teasing lips, they became even more itchy, stimulating Jiaxin's head to tremble and her heart to flutter.

The beautiful woman's shy yet submissive demeanor, allowing herself to be as she pleased, was incredibly captivating. Her flushed cheeks and alluring beauty were utterly irresistible. This hard-won delicacy shouldn't be wasted on hasty consumption. Ruoyao reached out and removed the elegant hairpin from the goddess's now disheveled hair, letting her flowing locks cascade naturally over her fair neck. Her originally graceful and refined attire transformed into a seductive and alluring one. Ruoyao's hands caressed the beauty's hair, her lips gently nibbling at her delicate earlobe, as she softly asked, "Tell me honestly, is tonight's dinner a teacher's appreciation feast or a Valentine's Day special in your mind? And is the last dish you, this stunningly beautiful woman, the one who tempts you the most?"

Hearing Ruoyao pinpoint her pent-up desires of the past few days, Jiaxin, already somewhat flustered, realized that her thoughts seemed to be under his watchful eye. Ruoyao had finally seen through her inability to withstand the torment of desire she had endured for days. Like a child caught doing something wrong, shame and unease welled up inside her, making her want to disappear into a hole. Jiaxin knew perfectly well that she was trapped in her own web, unable to escape, but what was hateful was that this wicked boy Ruoyao insisted on using such provocative methods to destroy her last shred of restraint, forcing her to beg for his affection. However, the stunning beauty, now limp in her lover's arms, trembling like a frightened bird, had long lost the will to resist and was powerless to defy him. She could only murmur shyly, as if in a dream, "You're right! Stop teasing me!"

This usually domineering and commanding businesswoman, now uttering such shameful words of willing submission, was suddenly overcome with a profound sadness. In her utter confusion and shyness, glistening tears streamed down her face. Like a lamb awaiting slaughter, her lips trembled slightly, tears welling in her eyes. Though burning with desire, she dared not act recklessly, her eyes radiating pleading and anxious longing. Her face flushed red, she dared not move.

For days, Ruoyao, who had suppressed his primal desires before such beauty, only seeking to seduce mature women, saw this noble goddess finally remove her mask, timidly admitting her yearning for desire. On one hand, Ruoyao was delighted by the success of his plan to steal her heart; on the other hand, he felt immense pity for this fallen, vulnerable, and helpless celestial being. Ruoyao gently kissed away the pearls on her face, tightly embracing her exquisitely beautiful and indescribably noble body. Her full, soft body was intoxicating, and her elegant face was filled with a myriad of alluring emotions, utterly captivating. Ruoyao couldn't help but feel his heart race, his penis swelling and erect. He lowered his head to kiss her bright, sensual red lips, which were so soft they stirred his heart. Ruoyao sucked thirstily, his tongue probing towards her teeth.

At first, the beautiful woman's lips remained tightly closed, still showing some restraint, but under the intruder's forceful penetration, her lips and teeth became a fortified position. She could only pant softly as Ruoyao's nimble tongue darted in, freely stirring and licking every corner of her cherry-like mouth. Before long, Jiaxin gradually shed her shyness, indulging in the passionate embrace of their deep kiss. Her tongue, no longer under her control, actively reached out and intertwined tightly with Ruoyao's. This long-dormant beauty blossomed in the passionate kiss of her young lover. Her jade-like hands wrapped around Ruoyao's strong neck, her body limp and weak, yet burning with intense heat.

Jiaxin's mind began to spin, the whole world seemed to have vanished, leaving only the man who had forcefully taken over her lips and tongue, continuously pouring sweet nectar into her sexy little mouth. Her sensitive breasts pressed tightly against Ruoyao's firm chest, her reason gradually blurring. The last vestiges of propriety in her heart were gradually crumbling away inch by inch by the prolonged deep kiss. The unique scent of a man wafted over, fresh and unfamiliar yet long-awaited. Was it shyness? Was it joy? That long-lost feeling made her tremble with excitement, her burning desire becoming a raging fire. She couldn't help but let out a heart-stirring moan. In that instant, the ecstasy she hadn't experienced in years surged back into her heart, yet she felt so unfamiliar with it that she didn't know how to respond. She could only let Ruoyao continue his wanton advances!

While passionately kissing her, Ruoyao's hands were also busy. His right hand hung down, caressing and kneading her round, firm, and elastic buttocks through her gold-embroidered robe. His left hand rose, stroking her smooth, delicate cheeks, neck, and shoulders. He occasionally twisted his body, squeezing and rubbing her high, soft breasts, while his already hard and erect penis repeatedly struck her lower abdomen and inner thighs. Under Ruoyao's relentless assault, this long-deprived beauty trembled and writhed, panting heavily. Her lustful eyes, filled with spring-like desire, gave him a reproachful yet reproachful look, her face a mixture of confusion and wantonness.

The beauty's yearning, impatient gaze was like a powerful aphrodisiac, and Ruoyao, too, was aroused to the point of being unable to resist. Unbeknownst to her, the thin straps of her gold-embroidered robe had been pulled to the sides. Feeling her impending nakedness, Jiaxin could only desperately cling to Ruoyao, trying to prevent the robe from slipping down. However, the frail woman, utterly exhausted, couldn't resist the boy's burning desire. He grasped Jiaxin's shoulders, pushing her away slightly, letting her lotus-root-like, snow-white arms droop. The noble gold-embroidered robe finally slipped down.

Her curvaceous, slender, and beautiful body was almost entirely revealed to Ruoyao, except for the mysterious, romantic purple strapless bra and matching silk panties, which concealed her high breasts and mysterious valley. The thin bra supported her full breasts, the two rosy nipples faintly visible, her tender white breasts rippling alluringly with each deep breath. Her full, jade-like breasts, never before exposed beneath her sexy bra, which just days ago could only be glimpsed and fantasized about, now stood proudly before her, ready to be played with at her whim. The perfectly tailored panties clung to her buttocks, fully revealing the most alluring curves of her mons pubis; the lace design revealed a tuft of soft down. The gates of her vulva were now open to him; this long-dormant secret garden would be revitalized under his cultivation and nourishment.

Ruoyao's left hand tightly embraced the almost naked, weak, and feverishly hot body, while his right hand impatiently grasped one of her full, jade-like breasts through the bra. The firm, supple, and incredibly elastic sensation between his fingers sent shivers down his spine. His palm gently caressed the peak beneath the bra, circling and kneading it lightly, while two fingers gently pinched and skillfully kneaded the swollen, aroused nipple.

Jiaxin was overwhelmed by the strange sensation emanating from her sensitive nipples, her body throbbing as if being devoured by insects. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her eyes glazed over, and she let out a series of intoxicating moans. Her body was limp and powerless, only managing to stay upright thanks to Ruoyao's firm embrace. Waves of indescribable tingling pleasure spread rapidly throughout her lower body, and her long-suppressed desire surged forth. Jiaxin tilted her head back, panting heavily, her eyes burning with a fierce fire. Her face flushed, she whispered seductively, as if in a dream, "Carry me upstairs."

Ruoyao swept her nearly naked, beautiful body across his chest, like carrying a bride, and carried her step by step up to the third floor. For four years, his steps had only reached the jade-like study on the second floor. For four years, he had waited and longed, and today he had finally reached the third floor. It's said that some wealthy people, for security reasons, often build their houses like fortresses, especially their master bedrooms, which are considered impregnable. But even the strongest walls are useless once the defenses crumble. Now, this goddess, lost in passion in his arms, is guiding him to open a forbidden sanctuary untouched by any man for ten years.

The bedroom, occupying the third floor and exceeding twenty square meters, is adorned with an expensive long-haired Persian carpet. Off-white curtains and furniture create a warm and comfortable atmosphere. The most alluring feature is, of course, the knee-sized floral gold brocade bed in the center, with two matching silk pillows on the headboard. Upon closer inspection, the pillowcases are embroidered with auspicious patterns of flowers and a full moon. The comfortable bed, the lonely figure—in the dead of night, will this beautiful woman be overcome with sorrow, only able to weep silently while clutching another pillow?

The thick doors and airtight French windows shut out all the noise and hustle and bustle of the outside world. This absolutely safe and private personal fortress was like a heart that had been closed for ten years. Tonight, this stunning beauty, with flushed cheeks, a burning body, and seductive eyes, had finally invited him to be her intimate guest after his conquest, to share with her the most unknown soul and body in his life. He gently placed her on the edge of the bed. Under the soft light, her delicate, ivory-like body, white and translucent, was shrouded in a dazzling glow, like a flawless, holy, and noble Venus statue. Especially now, her beautiful face, which should have been as pure as a fairy, was full of spring passion and shy anticipation. Ruoyao was so dizzy and thirsty that it took him a while to come back to his senses.

Ruoyao removed all his clothes, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and reached out to tidy Jiaxin's slightly disheveled hair, who was sitting with her eyes closed and not daring to move. He said softly, "Jiaxin, these past few days, you've changed into a different swimsuit every day. I've always hoped that you would appear in a breathtaking bikini tomorrow, but I was disappointed every day. Until today, I finally had the chance to satisfy my desire. You are so beautiful and so touching."

Ruoyao leaned down and gently kissed Jiaxin's fair, smooth forehead and straight, high nose. His hands caressed every inch of her body, which was like a perfect work of art, as if trying to imprint the captivating curves sculpted by God into his mind through his touch. His hands gradually moved towards her high mounds, finding the hook in the center of her bra. With a pull and a release, the cups bounced to the sides, revealing a pair of trembling, white, tender breasts. Although she knew this moment was coming, Jiaxin still let out a shy 'ooh'. Subconsciously, her body curled up and turned inward, her trembling hands immediately covering her breasts to shield her from the man's predatory gaze.

Her fair, full, beautiful buttocks and slightly curled, rounded legs formed a beautiful and moving arc. No matter how perfect the sculpture, it could not capture the vibrant life of this peerless beauty. Ruoyao's eyes practically blazed with lust. His fingers twitched, and he forcefully flipped the flawless, jade-like body onto its back, turning it into a supine position. While the beauty's hands were covering her chest, preoccupied, he removed the last obstacle from her lower body. This stunning woman was now completely naked, lying before Ruoyao. Her once flawless, alabaster-like body was now flushed with a thin layer of blush, making her exceptionally alluring.

Her private parts were now utterly exposed to her lover. Panicked and disoriented, Jiaxin could only tightly clench her shapely legs to barely conceal her shock and confusion. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she let out a moan filled with shame, covering her face with her hands, her beautiful eyes tightly shut, filled with fear and dread, yet utterly helpless. For ten years, she had held an unparalleled position of privilege; how could she have ever been so cruelly toyed with? Alas! What good is a powerful businesswoman who dominates the business world? What good is an elegant and

dignified goddess? Just because she couldn't resist a moment of lust, she can now only be shy and helpless, at the mercy of others. Seeing the usually awe-inspiring and unapproachable, graceful and noble goddess finally lying naked before him, as weak as a docile kitten, waiting for his favor and tenderness, Ruoyao felt an overwhelming sense of pride. But this delicious food was hard-won, and he couldn't just swallow it whole. Ruoyao continued to admire Jiaxin's exquisite and graceful body with an aggressively burning gaze. Her soft skin was still so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, white with a rosy glow that seemed to flow with light; her high breasts stood firm and did not sag, outlining extremely beautiful and moving curves; her two cherry-red nipples were like freshly peeled chicken heads, or like bright and dazzling rubies; her flat and fair abdomen was adorned with a charming and delicate navel, and below her abdomen, a thick and dark pubic hair, like a primeval forest, covered a captivating valley, with only the slightly protruding soft mons pubis faintly visible; her long and shapely jade legs were fair and smooth, with delicate texture. Every part of her body was beautiful, truly a rare masterpiece of God.

Feeling Ruoyao's greedy, burning gaze relentlessly roaming over her naked body, Jiaxin's face flushed crimson, her whole body burning with heat. She felt both anxious and ashamed. This boy knew she craved his indulgence, yet he deliberately tormented her like a cat playing with a mouse, making her feel miserable and embarrassed. But now, she was at his mercy, like a fish on the chopping block, and could only pout, "Haven't you seen enough yet?"

Hearing Jiaxin's anxious, coquettish pout, Ruoyao felt immensely triumphant. "You're in a hurry, but I'm not." At this moment, Ruoyao was like a lion pinning down its prey, ready to pick and choose. After feasting his eyes, he gently caressed her silky, snow-white skin. Time had left no trace on this stunning beauty, past forty. He lovingly stroked her, intoxicated by the delicate, smooth texture and immersed in the subtle fragrance of her beautiful body. A cool night breeze gently caressed her snow-white, full breasts, which grew even firmer under the burning gaze. Her rosy areolas, ablaze with desire, gradually glowed an alluring crimson. At the peaks of her pure, erect breasts, a pair of delicate, translucent nipples stood shyly erect, like vibrant flower stamens, awaiting the arrival of ardent admirers. The

vibrant stamens finally attracted the swarms of admirers. Ruoyao's right hand grasped her soft, firm breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, occasionally pinching and rubbing the slightly upturned nipples with two fingers. At the same time, she lowered her head and gently bit the other nipple, sucking it vigorously like a baby seeking food. Had this towering, cloud-piercing Mount Everest been untouched for a long time? Had these alluring purple grapes long forgotten the taste of being suckled and gnawed?

The delicate nipples were sucked with a soft, pleasurable sensation. Jiaxin's brows furrowed slightly, her face flushed, and her sensual red lips parted slightly, her breath coming in heavy, alluring moans with each surge of pleasure. Under Ruoyao's wanton manipulation and teasing stimulation, Jiaxin's supple waist swayed unconsciously, her beautiful face filled with a myriad of irrepressible emotions.

Ruoyao's right hand reluctantly left her firm, elastic breasts, roaming over her smooth skin, not wanting to miss a single corner, gliding over her silky, plump belly, heading straight for her lush, verdant paradise.

For over a decade, no one had ever visited this private sanctuary. But once invaded, the noble goddess, who had been gradually intoxicated by her lover's gentle touch, reflexively arched her body, squeezed her legs together, and cried out in a soft voice, "No!" But at this moment, the gentle boy had become a domineering flower-picking man. His rough palms still covered her most sacred and soft mons pubis, refusing to pull away even a step, and his fingers were skillfully moving rhythmically on her petals. The stream gushed forth from the ravine, wetting the invading fingers. Ruoyao's middle finger slowly parted the two tightly closed petals and inserted into the secret cave hidden beneath the lush grass. The moment it entered, Jiaxin, who had been trying to maintain a dignified image in front of Ruoyao, instantly collapsed. She reacted violently, shaking her head and twisting her delicate body, involuntarily letting out moans from her cherry lips: "Ah...oh..."

Forced into her jade gate by the boy, penetrating her sensitive and sacred private parts, Jiaxin felt an unbearable restlessness. She wanted to break free from his fingers, but the masculine heat emanating from the palm pressed tightly against her vulva had already made her whole body numb and powerless. Ten years had passed, and the long-awaited sensual stimulation filled her with a mixture of shyness and anticipation. Ruoyao's techniques were a hundred times bolder and more skillful than Guodong's; his unbridled nature gave her an unprecedented thrill. Although she maintained her elegant demeanor and constantly forced herself not to be too unrestrained and lewd, as Ruoyao's fingers kneaded and explored her gradually opening, waves of pleasure spread from her lower body to her entire being. Her tightly closed petals parted slightly, revealing the tender pink labia inside. A wave of heat surged up from her lower body, and the uncontrollable desire within her finally erupted. With a series of soft moans, streams of vaginal fluid gushed from her alluring opening, soaking the white sheets.

The waves of tingling, unbearable sensations made Jiaxin's consciousness float away, leaving her utterly disoriented and unaware of the passage of time. The overwhelming tingling and passion were too much for her to bear, and the raging fire of desire burned away any remaining restraint she might have shown. Her long-suppressed primal lust had been fully aroused, and she gasped for breath, her nimble tongue occasionally licking her slightly parted cherry lips, as if she were starving for more. Her flushed skin was covered with glistening beads of sweat, her slender waist swayed like a snake, and her shapely, long legs, no longer tightly closed, unconsciously responded to her lover's caresses. The relentless surge of carnal pleasure assaulted her reason time and again, until finally her lower body unconsciously twisted and thrust, much like a long-deprived woman, her mind filled only with primal desire. Elegance, dignity, and morality were all disregarded; this noble goddess was beyond her control. An unbearable emptiness caused her to abandon all her principles. Her eyes were languid, and she cried out in a seductive voice, "Ruoyao! Please, stop teasing me! Come on, I'm in so much pain!"

"The flower path has never been swept for guests, but today the humble gate is opened for you." The beautiful fairy, graceful and elegant, finally succumbed to her rising desire under his omnipresent seduction. She cast aside the constraints of propriety and the pretense beneath her noble mask, inviting him to mount her. Ruoyao felt a surge of imperial conquest, yet he deliberately teased her, "Jiaxin, is it really possible? Am I dreaming?"

Jiaxin shyly opened her beautiful eyes, overflowing with spring's passion, her gaze filled with expectation, her heart... Shen Xu nodded slightly, then closed her eyes and said shyly, "You big bad guy, you always tease me. I'll do whatever you want." Hearing the super beauty's undisguisedly seductive words, Ruoyao felt a surge of heat spread from his lower abdomen. He could no longer resist. He first moved Jiaxin's burning body to the center of the bed, then jumped onto her incomparably beautiful body. Her crystal-clear body, beautiful face, charming fragrance, and intoxicating aura made Ruoyao feel as if he were being burned by fire, and his erect penis swelled and ached.

Ruoyao gently used his knee to pry open Jiaxin's snow-white legs. Her supine body twisted gently, her high breasts heaving rapidly, and her whole body exuded an indescribable spring-like aura. Ruoyao raised his erect penis and aimed it at her sexy and alluring vulva. He first gently rubbed it back and forth at the entrance, and then thrust it against her rosy clitoris. Her honeyed orifice could not withstand the stimulation, and shameful lustful fluids kept flowing out. Ruoyao's thick penis first pushed in inch by inch, then forcefully thrust all the way to the end. Although the opening was narrow and tight, the overflowing, moist, and tender flesh still fully swallowed Ruoyao's long penis, completely engulfing it.

For ten years, she had never known the fragrance of silk. As his penis broke through her door, she first felt a dizzying sensation, followed by a soft cry of "Ah...!" As if unable to withstand this sudden and fierce invasion, Jiaxin's delicate eyebrows furrowed, tears streaming down her face, as fragile as a willow in the wind. The boy, who had initially intended to unleash a torrent of abuse, couldn't help but feel a surge of tenderness upon seeing her. He bent down, gently smoothing Jiaxin's disheveled hair with both hands, and whispered softly, "I'm sorry, I hurt you." He gently wiped away the tear stains on Jiaxin's cheeks, kissed her shy, fragrant lips, and lightly bit her straight nose, tenderly caring for this stunning beauty who was momentarily flustered.

His erect penis remained inside her warm, moist opening, no longer thrusting, waiting for her to gradually adjust. Under her lover's tender caresses, the slight pain gradually subsided. In the shy and awkward silence, the large, hot, and hard penis between her legs brought a full, throbbing sensation and waves of tingling pleasure. Her misty, tearful eyes slowly transformed into a tender gaze. The long-awaited, intoxicating pleasure ignited her pent-up sexual desire of the past ten years. Her passion was rekindled, and with a soft moan, she unconsciously twisted her body, her slender waist and full hips swaying gently as she enjoyed the tingling pleasure brought by the friction between the penis and her honeyed orifice. At this moment, she was like an alluring, delicate flower, shy and fragile, yet yearning for the nourishment of life.

Ruoyao, of course, understood her current reaction and needs, secretly pleased with himself. He asked, somewhat knowingly, "Jiaxin, does it still hurt?" Jiaxin blushed deeply, "It...it doesn't anymore, but...it's very...it's very itchy inside." Ruoyao gently nibbled on Jiaxin's delicate earlobe, softly asking, "Then what should we do?" Upon hearing this, Jiaxin was overwhelmed with shame, like a virgin experiencing her first time, unable to answer. Seeing this, Ruoyao stopped teasing and gradually began to thrust slowly, pressing his thick chest against her firm, erect, and incredibly soft breasts, squeezing and rubbing them, feeling incredibly comfortable.

Long deprived of a man's affection, the mature woman's unsatisfied desire boiled like fire. Under Ruoyao's teasing, rubbing, and gentle thrusting, her delicate nipples hardened, her alluring body writhed intensely, her bright red lips parted slightly, uttering intoxicating sounds, her slender waist swaying ecstatically, welcoming the large penis that had penetrated her. Seeing the noble goddess pinned beneath him, consumed by lust and uttering lewd moans, Ruoyao knew he had drawn her into the passionate throes of lovemaking. His movements, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, his large penis thrusting in and out of her, driving Jiaxin to the brink of ecstasy. Seeing Jiaxin's wanton abandon, Ruoyao increased the speed and force of his thrusts, a series of powerful strokes penetrating deep into her flesh, striking her sensitive clitoris. Her vaginal fluids overflowed like a burst dam, echoing the relentless slapping of his firm abdomen against her snow-white mons pubis, producing a series of slapping sounds.

For ten years, Jiaxin could only weave erotic fantasies in her dreams or resort to masturbation to barely scratch the itch. Finally, she tasted the long-lost pleasure of intimacy again. Unable to resist the waves of tingling, itchy, and numbing pleasure emanating from her vagina, she breathed heavily and moaned beautifully, "Ah...so comfortable...ah...so beautiful...ah..."

Ruoyao lifted his upper body, victoriously straddling the beautiful and alluring body, watching the stunning beauty, her cries of pleasure and desperate submission as he lashed out with his massive member. The once aloof and noble goddess was now merely a captive begging for mercy beneath him. The psychological thrill of conquest fueled his thrusts even more vigorously.

The intoxicating pleasure made her brows furrow slightly, and she let out inexplicable moans and groans: "Ruoyao, be gentle... ah... harder... oh..."

Ruoyao watched as his usually dignified and elegant goddess, after having her long-suppressed desire aroused, became so wanton. He thrust his penis in and out with even greater force. Her long-neglected garden was still very tight, and each thrust made his penis feel incredibly comfortable. Coupled with her moans and pleas for mercy, Ruoyao became even more excited.

Under the relentless pounding of her strong lover, Jiaxin's fair and delicate body became hot, her cheeks flushed, her eyes were languid, and she kept moaning and groaning, intoxicated by the carnal pleasure of lovemaking. Consumed by lust and unbearable thirst, she raised her bent legs high and tightly hooked them around Ruoyao's back, letting her young lover ride on her mature and beautiful body. She fiercely raised her buttocks, twisting wildly in sync with Ruoyao's thrusting hips, completely involuntarily sinking into the surging pleasure of desire. On the violently shaking Simmons mattress, Jiaxin cried out and moaned with abandon, emitting seductive moans that were both mesmerizing and soul-stirring. Primal lust had triumphed over reason and ethics. Longing for a life of solitude and loneliness, she finally let go and reciprocated Ruoyao's fierce onslaught, as if to satisfy her pent-up desires of many years.

Full of energy, Ruoyao was no longer satisfied with the normal supine position on the bed; he swept Jiaxin's upper body up in his arms. In her dazed state, Jiaxin suddenly saw herself and Ruoyao facing each other, their lower bodies still tightly joined. Instantly, her cheeks flushed crimson, her alluring eyes closed shyly, and she dared not move. He pulled her soft, naked body into his arms, stood up from the trembling Simmons mattress, and began to thrust his large, hot penis up and down within her tight vagina, the mattress's elasticity providing the perfect rhythm. Jiaxin, fearing she might slip, clung tightly to Ruoyao's body like an octopus. Her delicate, firm nipples rubbed against his bare chest muscles with each of his violent thrusts. The massive penis thrust deeper and deeper into her vagina, and an irresistible pleasure overwhelmed her. She frantically responded, moaning and groaning, her breath coming in gasps of ecstasy. Unable to withstand the overwhelming stimulation, Jiaxin finally let go and cried out, "Ah...ah...so...so beautiful...uh...oh...ah...I'm going to fly...flying..." "Ah! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum!"

The penis continued to thrust in and out of her vagina without ceasing, covered in sticky vaginal fluid, making obscene noises. She felt her vagina burning hot, her vision blurring, and her soul fading away. Ebb and flow again in the raging sea of desire, extreme pleasure coursed through every limb, an irresistible tingling and itching sensation coursing through her body. Jiaxin arched her slender waist, a heart-stirring moan escaping her nose. A spasm erupted from her vagina, and warm, slippery fluids gushed out like a gushing fountain, scalding the large glans pressing against her clitoris. Ruoyao felt as if he were ascending to heaven, unable to control his unbridled impulse. After a tremor, his penis released its pent-up ejaculation, a large gush of hot semen forcefully shooting into the dark, deep womb of the noble goddess. Streams of fluids, a mixture of their own and each other's, flowed from deep within, soaking their joined bodies. Overwhelmed by extreme pleasure and exhaustion after release, Ruoyao could no longer stand. The two of them, limbs tightly intertwined, collapsed onto the trembling Simmons mattress, simultaneously letting out satisfied and wanton breaths.

6. After her climax, Jiaxin's entire body went limp, but her limbs still clung tightly to Ruoyao like an octopus, keeping his penis inside her vagina.

"Was it comfortable?"

"Mmm..." Jiaxin nestled nestled in the man's strong embrace, her starry eyes slightly open, a hint of spring in her lips, letting out a soft moan, her tone filled with boundless satisfaction and charm, deeply immersed in the unparalleled comfort of her climax.

The carnal climax gradually faded in the cool of midnight, and the moral and ethical constraints that were hard to completely erase surged into her heart again. Since Guodong's death, she had remained chaste for ten years, so why was she now unable to resist the temptation of her young lover, wantonly accommodating this demon star in her destiny? Especially since her lover was just a young boy about the same age as her son, Jiaxin couldn't help but feel ashamed for indulging her desires and ashamed for her dissolute behavior. Her eyes were filled with confusion, and she suddenly sighed softly: "Ruoyao, am I very lewd? Are we committing a crime?"

Ruoyao could feel her struggle and unease after her passion cooled down. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pressed the two of them tightly together.

"Jiaxin, you've worked so hard for the past ten years. During the day, you toiled tirelessly for your career, and after nightfall, you endured the loneliness of solitude. Finally, your son is grown up and ready to take over your family business; you've fulfilled your responsibilities as a mother without regret. But there are many things in life worth cherishing. You shouldn't bury your life in daily loneliness. A woman at forty is like a flower in full bloom, deserving admiration and appreciation. You are that blooming, beautiful flower, entitled to seek nourishment and care from those who love and cherish you, so that you may bloom even more beautifully. Don't be ashamed! Primal desires are a natural need for a mature woman; food and sex are fundamental human needs, and male pleasure..." "There's nothing wrong with a woman's love."

Hearing Ruoyao's heartfelt defense of her indulgence, Jiaxin's anxious heart calmed down considerably. If even Ruoyao couldn't understand her fear and instead mocked her promiscuity, she would truly die of shame. Fortunately, Ruoyao lovingly exonerated her from the shackles of morality. She embraced him tightly with tenderness, joyfully accepting this destined soulmate. Her cherry lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, and she said, "In ten years, I have never been as happy as I have been these past ten days! Life is no longer monotonous; every day is full of surprises. That's why I've been hopelessly seduced by you, this devil, and can't extricate myself."

"Was this amazing journey fun?"

"Mmm!"

Seeing this strong woman's tender and submissive infatuated expression, Ruoyao's wild side resurfaced: "Jiaxin, you feel sticky and uncomfortable all over. How about we take a bath together?"

Jiaxin blushed immediately, lowered her head, neither daring to agree nor refuse, only displaying a shy and compliant expression. Seeing the delicate appearance of the beauty in his arms, Ruoyao's heart fluttered. He thought that no matter how noble a woman is, once she falls in love, she will abandon her pride and become a clingy little bird. So, without waiting for Jiaxin's answer, he reached out and picked her up, softly asking, "Where's the bathroom?"

Jiaxin blushed shyly, not daring to answer, only pointing her trembling little finger to the right side of the bed. It turned out that, for the sake of the overall design of the bedroom, the bathroom was cleverly hidden behind an exquisite sliding door next to the wardrobe. The bathroom, constructed of black and white marble, was at least seven or eight square meters in size. Two marble vanities sat on either side, and the shower room featured a Swiss-style full-body massage showerhead. It also boasted a steam room, sauna, and jacuzzi—everything one could need. Waterproof high-end speakers were even mounted on the walls. The exquisite and luxurious amenities perfectly reflected the prestige and taste of this stunning female CEO. A cabinet overflowed with beauty products like fruit acid lotion, collagen, and cell-activating serums. No wonder this woman, well into her forties, possessed the allure of a woman in her thirties and the flawless skin of a young girl. Her mature charm and captivating allure were far beyond the reach of any naive young girl.

Under the soft lighting, her stunningly beautiful face, shapely figure, and radiant skin stood naked in the bathroom, a scene of sensual beauty and fragrant aroma. Ruoyao reached out and turned on the showerhead. The splashing water clung to Jiaxin's naked body, making her flushed face glow. Her breasts, glistening with water droplets, were like fresh, ripe peaches, fresh and tempting after a rain shower. Pearl-like droplets dripped from the towering peaks, sliding into the beautiful lake, flowing across the flat grassland, nourishing the glossy spring grass—a scene as beautiful as a captivating animation.

"Let me help you apply shower gel!"

Without waiting for her response, Ruoyao began to gently lather the shy, beautiful woman. Jiaxin blushed deeply at this unexpected gesture, her head bowed, accepting her lover's every touch with shy tenderness. Why was this young man so bold and open? Why did she always willingly submit to his control? Was it this boy's passion and vitality that so deeply attracted her aging heart, leaving her defenseless and a prisoner of his love?

Taking advantage of the opportunity to rub her down, Ruoyao caressed the smooth, delicate skin of the beautiful woman, teasing her full, soft breasts and adorable rosy nipples. He gently stroked her slender waist, his hands sliding over her smooth, white, soft belly, playing with her round, pert buttocks. Turning her around, he didn't even spare her straight, elegant, silk-like back. Ruoyao's unrestrained teasing and flirting made the timid, bewildered beauty in his arms breathe heavily and blush with shyness.

After finally finishing applying the bath gel, knowing she was shy, he didn't want her to rub him down. He quickly and haphazardly rubbed himself, then cupped Jiaxin's shyly lowered head in his hands and pressed his lips deeply into the beauty's luscious red lips, kissing her until Jiaxin blushed, her heart pounded, and she could hardly breathe. Afraid of slipping and falling in the wet bathroom, she could only wrap her arms around Ruoyao's strong waist, their naked bodies, both covered in shower gel, pressed tightly together without any gap. With the added lubrication of the shower gel, their beautiful bodies appeared even softer and smoother. Their limbs writhed in a tight embrace, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, as they rubbed each other with shower gel. This unprecedented and wonderful experience stimulated Jiaxin's incredibly tender, rosy nipples, causing them to swell and turn red. Suddenly, she felt a series of sensations pressing against her lower abdomen. Looking down, she saw that Ruoyao's penis had become erect and hard again in a short time, pressing against her soft abdomen, eager to move. Waves of novel and intoxicating stimulation surged up, and the passion that had subsided was stirred up again by the deliberate teasing of her young lover's extraordinary energy. Unable to contain her desire, Jiaxin twisted her body and let out murmured moans, yearning to reach another peak of lust.

Seeing Jiaxin's alluring, seductive, and shyly alluring appearance, yearning for another passionate encounter, Ruoyao mischievously turned on the shower, letting the water spray over them both. The water washed away the foam, slightly cooling their burgeoning desire.

Ruoyao pulled Jiaxin into his arms, letting her lie flat in the hot tub already filled with hot water. The large tub rippled with fragrant water, her full, soft breasts bobbing and undulating in the rushing water. He couldn't resist straddling the breathtakingly beautiful woman's body on either side, reaching out to casually knead one breast in each hand. The soft yet firm touch was incredibly pleasurable, irresistible. Ruoyao exclaimed sincerely, "Jiaxin, your breasts are so big and round, soft yet firm to the touch. They're wonderful to look at and feel, truly..." "It's a perfect masterpiece of the Creator."

Her breasts, freshly cleansed with shower gel and washed with warm water, were indescribably white and delicate. Ruoyao passionately sucked on her small nipples. His thick, erect penis, as he knelt and leaned forward, constantly pressed against Jiaxin's soft, sexy abdomen, stimulating her voluptuous and mature body. Although they had just experienced passionate lovemaking, this was the first time in her life that they had been able to play together in the bathtub like mandarin ducks, completely naked. Fresh and curious, yet also strange and embarrassed, she could only let her young lover manipulate her with all sorts of tricks.

Ruoyao pulled Jiaxin, who was lying flat in the bathtub, up and slid into the water, so that he was lying flat in the tub. He wrapped his large hands around Jiaxin's slender waist, slowly lifting her soft, boneless body. He adjusted the angle, aligning her moist, slightly parted vulva with his already erect and throbbing penis, and gently lowered it. His penis broke in once again, and Jiaxin couldn't help but let out a loud moan, a sound that was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure. Being manipulated in this woman-on-top position for the first time, she felt shy as her penis seemed to penetrate deeper, touching places she had never been able to reach before. Jiaxin was bewildered by this completely unfamiliar position, as if seeking something reliable, leaning down to embrace Ruoyao and lean against his broad chest. Ruoyao, however, was mischievous, grabbing her arms and pushing her up, making her straddle him. He then used his hands to grasp her soft, fragrant breasts, kneading them incessantly. Ignoring her shyness and helplessness, he whispered, "Jiaxin, I've already entered your inner chambers, what's there to be shy about? Move around yourself, find your favorite angle and pressure."

Stimulated simultaneously, Jiaxin couldn't help but arch her back and sway her hips, her plump buttocks repeatedly striking Ruoyao's crotch. In this horse-riding position, each thrust of his large penis penetrated her mysterious and sacred flesh, heavily piercing the deepest, most sensitive core, bringing unprecedented and wondrous pleasure. All restraint was now superfluous; Jiaxin wantonly adjusted the angles and pressure, sometimes moaning softly, sometimes crying out loudly, lost in the pursuit of primal lust. Her once pure and refined face was now filled with lustful allure, her once clear and bright eyes burning with raging desire.

The splashing water, the slapping sounds of a man and woman's struggle, and the gasps and screams of wild satisfaction intertwined to create a beautiful symphony. Ruoyao's hands tightly embraced Jiaxin's slender, boneless waist, his large penis beginning to thrust in and out in rhythm with her movements. Her beautiful body rose and fell, her full breasts heaving, shimmering with dazzling light, occasionally dripping a few glistening drops of water. Under Ruoyao's intense thrusting, Jiaxin's face flushed, her eyes glazed, she writhed wantonly, uttering ecstatic, dreamlike moans and cries! Casting aside all past repression, she wantonly yielded to this destined soulmate, relentlessly and frantically fucking him, fully enjoying the ecstasy and satisfaction brought by primal lust.

Casting aside all constraints and removing all masks, she openly faced her desires, savoring wave after wave of tingling, dizzying carnal pleasure. The massive penis thrust deeper and deeper into her tight vagina, sending her soul soaring to the heavens. Suddenly, Jiaxin's legs clamped tightly around the boy's body, her whole body trembling violently, letting out a hoarse scream as her vaginal fluids gushed out like a spring, reaching the ultimate ecstasy of their union.

After her climax, the limp and powerless Jiaxin collapsed into Ruoyao's arms, comfortably embraced by her young lover, both immersed in the warm pool. Her cheeks, flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm, were so alluring, her beautiful eyes filled with the sweet afterglow of a storm. Jiaxin parted her cherry lips slightly: "The climax of lovemaking is so pleasurable, I've never experienced anything like it before. Ruoyao! Why didn't I meet you sooner?"

Such tender words were more intoxicating than the strongest aphrodisiac. Ruoyao, still burning with desire, embraced her and began thrusting again with great force. Only then did Jiaxin realize that the penis inside her was still rock hard. Her face paled, and she begged for mercy repeatedly: "Oh! Ruoyao, please have mercy! I can't take it anymore, I really... I can't take it... Ah!" Seeing the usually elegant, noble, and aloof female CEO become so weak and pleading for mercy after her climax, unable to withstand the renewed stimulation, Ruoyao paused for a moment, then stopped, lovingly kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose, enjoying a different kind of beauty in his warm embrace.

The lukewarm water massaged their languid bodies after passionate lovemaking, so comforting that they longed to lie in the bath, savoring the lingering, enchanting afterglow. A lover like Ruoyao is priceless; thankfully, she had him, allowing her to rediscover the second spring of life. The gradually cooling water helped the couple regain their energy after their passionate lovemaking. After a quick rinse, Ruoyao picked up the docile beauty, laid her down on the large, comfortable Simmons mattress, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The

morning light filtering through the curtains awakened the couple from their night of frenzied passion.

"Jiaxin, did you sleep well?"

Remembering the frenzied lovemaking under her lover's every touch last night, experiencing unprecedented pleasure and climax, and feeling limp and exhausted after the intense passion, Jiaxin, who had fallen asleep in his arms last night and was still naked beside him, remained silent and shy, only letting out a soft "Mmm" in response, her eyes radiating boundless, contented love.

Seeing the tenderness in the beautiful woman's eyes, Ruoyao embraced Jiaxin, who was nestled against his chest, and kissed her passionately.

"Is it better to sleep alone or share a bed?"

She slightly curled up, pressing her cheek against Ruoyao's chest, her right hand gently stroking his broad chest, and said with infinite tenderness, "Now I understand why some women are willing to give up fame, fortune, and status, just for a man they love. No matter how comfortable the bed is, it's not as comfortable as your broad chest. I really hope I can lie in your arms forever, fall asleep in your arms, and wake up in your arms. Ruoyao! I'm so happy and comfortable. Without you, I don't know how long I would have to endure these lonely and desolate days!"

Hearing this elegant and graceful goddess's bold and unreserved confession, Ruoyao pulled Jiaxin to his chest, gently stroking her hair, back, and buttocks with infinite affection. The goddess's full and soft breasts pressed against Ruoyao's broad chest, and every movement brought an incomparably comfortable feeling.

"Jiaxin, when did you start loving me? Was it after you skipped swimming class that day, struggling with whether to bravely pursue love? Deciding to offer yourself on Valentine's Day?"

"No way! You forced me!" Feeling a shy embarrassment at having her thoughts exposed, Jiaxin lightly patted Ruoyao's chest, stubbornly denying it.

"Still saying no? Look, even your pillowcase has a 'perfect moon and flowers' pattern. Doesn't that mean you're expecting something?"

"You're so naughty, always thinking such things!" Unexpectedly, her observant lover wouldn't let her off easily, so she could only whine and bury her flushed head against him. The

playful banter between lovers was so sweet and touching. Ruoyao, unwilling to let the defenseless beauty go, cupped Jiaxin's blushing cheeks in his hands.

"You're lying. I can hear your heartbeat, and from it, I can decipher even more subtle thoughts. Tell me honestly, were you worried that our time alone together wouldn't last much, so you sent Zhang Ma away while meticulously preparing last night's Valentine's Day dinner? Ha! Ha! You even went so far as to dress yourself up to be the most tempting dish at the dinner, not only to make yourself look, smell, and taste amazing, but also to put a lot of thought into what to wear. Hmm! That gold-embroidered dress perfectly showcased your noble temperament and graceful figure. Jiaxin, you have great taste and vision, but... perhaps deep down you have a shameful thought: that low-cut dress with thin straps has another advantage—it can be easily pulled off, so you can avoid too much embarrassment if I'm clumsy and don't know how to undress you, right?"

With a soft cry of "Ah!", Jiaxin felt her yearning, struggle, and anxious journey of desire laid bare before her lover's all-seeing gaze. Her body burning, she writhed against him, and after a long while, she said coquettishly, "You're so naughty! You can't hide anything from me! You knew I was already determined to give myself to you, yet you still teased me so much, making me so embarrassed! You're so naughty... so naughty..."

“Jiaxin, if I don’t corner you like this, how can I see the shy beauty of this noble goddess fallen to earth? If I don’t do this, how can you open your heart and pursue the desires in your life? Jiaxin, do you know? I’ve been holding back so much these past few days, especially now that your super beautiful, voluptuous, and mature body is moving all over me. And you still owe me one yesterday, and now I want to be naughty again.”

Jiaxin, who was lying on Ruoyao’s chest, flirting and whispering sweet nothings to her lover, heard that her lover wanted to make love again. Just now, she felt a burning sensation from the touch of his penis on her inner thigh. She didn’t know when Ruoyao’s erect penis had been peeking out of her secret place, eager to move. Jiaxin’s face turned red and she said coquettishly, “Ruoyao, please spare me! I’ve never been this crazy in ten years. Yours… is so thick and so big, and… my… my… it hurts a little now.”

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm inexperienced and didn't know my own strength, I hurt you. Let me see what's wrong?" After turning Jiaxin over to lie flat, Ruoyao sat up with concern and was about to spread Jiaxin's legs apart.

"Ah... Ruoyao... no!" Jiaxin was so shy that she almost wanted to crawl into a hole, and hurriedly turned to the side and curled up, saying shyly.

"It's okay, don't be shy, let me see what's wrong?" Ruoyao gently but somewhat forcefully straightened Jiaxin's beautiful body, and spread her snow-white and rounded jade legs. At the base of her snow-white and smooth thighs, her vulva was high and protruding, covered with soft and fine pubic hair. Her two pink petals were tightly closed, and from the tightly closed seam, one could vaguely see the charming and sexy jade hole. Her two delicate and tender labia were indeed a little red and swollen.

Thinking of a woman's most mysterious and sacred private parts, being stared at and touched so closely by a man's hot eyes, Jiaxin was so ashamed that she closed her eyes tightly and dared not move.

"It's really a bit swollen and red!" Ruoyao said gently and tenderly, while simultaneously flashing through his mind the 69 position of oral sex in adult films. This position avoided touching the swollen vulva and allowed him to try new and exciting techniques he had never experienced before. Seeing Jiaxin shyly closing her eyes, he straddled her, buried his head in her perpetually sunless secret garden, and extended his tongue to lick and circle the inside of her smooth, glistening thighs. Seeing a slight trickle of moisture seeping from the juncture of her petals, his tongue couldn't help but thirstily explore the tender, moist vulva, gently rubbing and licking the swollen, red, and swollen labia, as if trying to heal it and relieve its pain.

"Ah! Ah!" Under Ruoyao's nimble tongue, Jiaxin's already flushed face turned even redder, and a low, trembling sound escaped her lips. Even when Guodong was still alive, in their more than ten years of intimate relations, the conservative and reserved Guodong had never been so reckless. This little devil must have learned so many tricks from who-knows-where. As Ruoyao's nimble tongue relentlessly kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled, waves of indescribable pleasure surged through her brain. When her tongue parted the tightly closed, delicate petals and penetrated deeply into her jade crevice, the inexplicable, fresh, tingling sensation in her tender orifice made her writhe uncontrollably, her whole body trembling, emitting seductive moans, "Ah…ouch…you're licking…licking me so hard…I can't take it." Jiaxin gasped and writhed, her jade buttocks high, her legs spread wider, her delicate petals and stamens moist and burning. Ruoyao suddenly took the small, tender clitoris into her mouth, entwining and gently biting. This refined lady, with no experience in oral sex, couldn't withstand such stimulation. A surge of spring tide rushed forth, her honeyed juices flowing freely, as if her soul had been scattered, reaching an unprecedented climax once more.

As Jiaxin gradually calmed down from the climax, she thought of Ruoyao's gentle care and concern for her, and a surge of love welled up in her heart. Her beautiful eyes slightly opened, and she was about to confess her feelings when she saw Ruoyao's large, erect penis, throbbing vigorously before her eyes. She was instantly filled with shame, her face burning red. Never before had she seen a man's erect penis so close. Jiaxin was both embarrassed and curious. Her delicate, narrow, and barely perceptible private parts had been violated by this large thing, and it had been violently thrust into and pounded, no wonder they were red, swollen, and broken. Yet it was this towering, ugly thing that powerfully reclaimed her long-barren secret garden, causing her to lose her mind and become infatuated. Both her body and heart were conquered by it, willingly allowing it to ravage and ravage her noble body.

Thinking of her lover's restraint in suppressing his lust from last night until this morning, afraid of hurting her tender love, Jiaxin was deeply moved. She reached out her slender hand and gently grasped the thick penis before her. The hot shaft felt heavy and substantial in her small hand, trembling with youthful vitality. Jiaxin lovingly rubbed the large penis in her hand, feeling its wonder. Unexpectedly, the already thick penis became even longer under her rubbing, the glans moist and smooth, the urethral opening slightly open as if ready to devour her. Whether from thirst or awe of its magic, Jiaxin reverently brought her small mouth to it, her delicate tongue shyly licking the slightly moist glans, recalling the unparalleled pleasure it had brought her. As she licked, Jiaxin blushed deeply, realizing that the large penis had become even harder and hotter under her caresses, like a roaring beast. With a mixture of awe and tenderness, Jiaxin opened her cherry-like mouth and took the throbbing, erect penis into her mouth, sucking and manipulating it, trying to soothe its long-suppressed "anger."

Ruoyao watched as this once sacred and inviolable goddess, whom he had held dear, buried her face between his legs, performing oral sex on him with her sexy, fragrant cherry-like mouth. The stark contrast between goddess and goddess, angel and harlot, evoked a psychological thrill of conquest that was far more intense and stimulating than physical pleasure. A tingling, pleasurable sensation surged through him like waves as Jiaxin's small mouth teased him, intensely stimulating his nerves and rushing to his long-suppressed lower abdomen. The semen he had held back all night could no longer be controlled. Ruoyao roared, and his semen gushed out like a spring, instantly entering Jiaxin's wet, warm mouth. Realizing he shouldn't have been so obscene towards this noble goddess, Ruoyao quickly withdrew his convulsing penis. The remaining force, the white semen, shot onto Jiaxin's dark hair, flushed face, and slender neck, finally dripping onto her high breasts.

With the release of his semen, his long-suppressed urges were satisfied. Ruoyao let out a comfortable groan, "Oh!" His whole body convulsed, unable to control himself for a long time. He never imagined that the obscene scenes he had only seen in Japanese adult films would appear before his eyes, and the female lead was such a stunningly beautiful woman. White semen trickled from Jiaxin's lips, her glistening chest dotted with it, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, her face filled with panic. Ruoyao, both smug and pitying, said gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just couldn't control myself after holding back for so long."

Under her lover's tender comfort, Jiaxin gradually calmed down, and said softly, with a mixture of self-pity and submissiveness, "Oh! You little devil, I don't know where you learned so many tricks, making me feel embarrassed and ashamed time and time again, yet also giving me a fresh and exciting sensation. Oh! Everyone else only sees my glamorous, luxurious exterior, only you understand the loneliness and needs hidden deep inside me, constantly teasing me, making me fall in love with you like a demon, step by step sinking deeper into your tender yet wild web, my heart filled with anxiety every day, unable to extricate myself. Oh, since last night's..." From the moment you walked in, they were determined to submit to you and pay tribute. They just didn't expect you to be so shrewd, seeing through them inside and out. What else could they do but willingly submit and become your captive, obediently letting you manipulate them? You are their true emperor. As a surrendered soldier, all their favors are imperial grace, and everything is now at your mercy. You big bad guy! You've ruined them! They can't live without you anymore. Before Zhihao and Ruyu returned, you were with them every moment, weren't you?" "The End"

Undoubtedly, Mother Yang possessed qualities that could make any man's heart flutter: a beautiful, mature figure, a cold and alluring face, coupled with the image of a top-tier company president and a powerful woman, fulfilling every man's fantasies of conquering women. That stunningly beautiful figure, that flower-like face, that quiet and elegant temperament, that mature and graceful body had countless times entered the depths of his mind, making him lose his senses and indulge in fantasies.

Such a noble and elegant woman, with extraordinary achievements that would make most men feel inferior, has been widowed for ten years. Her body and soul must have long been barren. Behind her noble status and strong facade, what remains besides an endless longing for her fading youth? No matter how noble her birth or how unattainable her status, she is still a woman who needs a man's love and tenderness. Countless times I've fantasized about being a master seducer in erotic novels, engaging in a contest between men and women, finally arousing her desires and feelings, satisfying her loneliness and emptiness, conquering the body and soul of this unattainable, elegant, and dignified beauty.

Real life is often full of setbacks and hardships, but the realm of fantasy is full of boundless hope. Opportunities aren't available to everyone, but success can be achieved anytime. Handsome tutors and beautiful students or stunning parents aren't often the subjects of erotic novels.

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"What trouble? It's just that Ruyu and Zhihao aren't here, the house is so quiet and empty. I'll be eating alone anyway. If you don't mind having dinner with this old lady, then it's settled."

"Okay, thank you in advance, Mrs. Yang. See you tomorrow night."

Fantastic! For the past four years, every time I visited the Yang family, I looked forward to seeing this stunningly beautiful woman. However, Mrs. Yang seemed to be very busy, and we rarely had the chance to meet. Even when we did meet, the age difference and my goddess-like admiration for her meant that after a brief greeting, I would go to Ruyu's study and perfectly fulfill my role as a tutor. Even after lessons, when Mrs. Yang inquired about Ruyu's studies and chatted with me, Ruyu would always listen in. Tomorrow night will be different. Besides Zhang Ma, wouldn't Mrs. Yang and I be a strange, lonely man and woman together? Sigh! Even though nothing's been decided yet, my imagination is already running wild. But regardless, tomorrow night is my first dinner date with Mrs. Yang, at least I can properly admire her ethereal beauty. A first encounter is better than standing still. Sigh, tonight is destined to be a night of masturbation. Dreams are beautiful, hope accompanies them, but let's not worry about whether they're good or bad—dreams are the easiest to wake from. After

Zhang

Ma opened the door and let me in, Yang Mama was already standing by the warm and colorful dining room lamp. Under the light, I could see the stunningly beautiful woman in front of me. She was wearing a loose, casual, pale yellow top, a slightly darker knee-length skirt that looked like silk, and silver flip-flops. A pearl necklace adorned her straight and elegant neck. The pearls were round and lustrous, their crystalline sheen subtly reflecting on her delicate, fair skin. Her long, black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, and her full, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath, making her incredibly alluring. The tight skirt perfectly accentuated her soft, slender waist and her slightly rounded, pert buttocks. The skirt was short, just covering her thighs, revealing her pink, round, and slender knees and her beautifully shaped calves.

From afar, Mrs. Yang exuded a gentle, warm beauty, a captivating charm unique to mature women, her every gesture radiating an elegant and graceful demeanor. Although I had already witnessed Mrs. Yang's stunning beauty, this time, with different intentions, the experience was entirely different. Before coming, I had mentally prepared myself to calmly seduce this long-lonely, virtuous woman, but I hadn't expected that under the soft, romantic lighting, Mrs. Yang's ethereal and noble aura would leave me speechless, almost forgetting my carefully planned tactics.

"Ruoyao, come in and sit down," Mrs. Yang greeted me warmly as she approached.

"Hello, Mrs. Yang, thank you for troubling me." As Mrs. Yang drew nearer, a delicate, high-end perfume mingled with the natural fragrance of a mature woman, making me feel like a dumbfounded goose, staring blankly at the undeniably feminine Mrs. Yang before me, almost losing my composure again, and could only hurriedly reply.

"Don't be shy, you must be hungry. Today I specially asked Zhang Ma to stew a ginseng chicken soup, and I've also prepared a lot of other dishes. You should eat more."

The two of them sat facing each other at the table, host and guest. Yang Ma kindly served me a chicken leg. After thanking her repeatedly, I took the opportunity to eat heartily while keeping my head down, gradually calming my flustered mood. After finishing a large bowl of chicken soup, I looked up and realized that Yang Ma hadn't touched her chopsticks yet, but was just staring at me with a big smile on her face.

"Aunt Yang, why aren't you eating? It smells so good!"

"When Zhihao was studying in Taipei, he would come home and wolf down his food just like you. Eat slowly, eat more. I'll have some other light dishes. The chicken soup is too oily, so this old lady won't eat it."

"Aunt Yang looks so young and beautiful, not old at all. You're prettier than a movie star! If you and your sister-in-law stood together, people who didn't know the situation would definitely think you were sisters!"

"Ruoyao, I haven't even offered you dessert yet, and you're already so sweet-talking."

"No, I'm serious. I can't find a single female star on TV who is prettier than Aunt Yang."

"Really? You're not lying to me, are you? Are you full? Let's sit in the living room, have some fruit and drinks. Aunt Zhang has to rush home after she finishes cleaning up!"

After moving to the living room and sitting down, chatting face-to-face gave him a chance to appreciate Aunt Yang's stunning beauty. Those large, clear eyes, sparkling with captivating charm, framed a fair and rosy face. Her cherry-red lips, painted with vibrant red lipstick, appeared almost too fresh to resist. As she spoke, her lips parted seductively, and her skin, white and delicate, seemed almost translucent, belying a woman in her forties. Her curvaceous figure was concealed by a loose, casual top. When Mrs. Yang bent down to pour him a drink, a glimpse of her alluring figure was revealed: her lace bra barely covered half of her full breasts, creating a beautiful cleavage. She exuded the mature and alluring charm of a young woman. The sight of her beauty and the illicit fantasies within him caused his penis to stir uncontrollably. If it weren't for his tight jeans, his erection would likely have created a noticeable erection, making him look quite unsightly. No, he had to control his emotions; otherwise, how could he be a philandering thief?

"Ruoyao, please keep the tutoring fee for now, lest you forget it later."

"Aunt Yang, no need! I haven't had any classes this month."

"It's alright, Ruyu's grades are pretty good, you're the biggest contributor. Besides, you need money for living expenses, keep it. Studying medicine at a private school must be expensive, is the tutoring fee enough?"

"Aunt Yang, I've been tutoring Ruyu since her freshman year, and you've given me a higher salary than my classmates get for tutoring elsewhere. Plus, I earn tens of thousands as a lifeguard and coach at the swimming pool during winter and summer vacations. Combined, it's enough for not only living expenses but also tuition." "

Zhihao also loves swimming. The swimming pool at home was built by him after he was discharged from the military. But he's been busy with his company these past two years, so I haven't seen him swim much."

"Aunt Yang, I... I'm going to participate in a swimming competition next month. During the summer vacation, every swimming pool is overcrowded, and it's hard to find a place to practice. Can I borrow your swimming pool to train?"

"Of course, the swimming pool is just sitting empty anyway."

"I work at the pool four mornings a week, so I'll probably be swimming here in the evening!"

"That's alright, I'll tell Zhang Ma. Even if I'm not there, she'll open the door for you." ………

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While this satisfied her pride and vanity, it also often made her feel like something was missing. Sometimes she even doubted whether she was still a woman in their eyes. Only today did Ruoyao's eyes truly reveal himself. Although he dared not look Liu Zhen in the eye, his burning gaze involuntarily scanned and peeked at her, his penis even uncontrollably swelling, a ridiculous sight he had to suppress.

Sometimes, people live for the applause of others, especially when a man in his forties receives such praise from a nineteen or twenty-year-old. Recalling the evening in the dining room and living room, when Ruoyao, this young man, cast admiring glances at her, she couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. She was still a woman of her age, her beauty undiminished. Even without Ruoyao's unreserved praise, she was still confident in her looks; it was just that self-praise couldn't compare to the delight of hearing it from a man.

As I pondered, the absurdity faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of loneliness. "A woman adorns herself for her admirer," but no matter how beautiful or shapely she was, without the passionate, aggressive, even lustful gaze of a man, she was destined to wither away, a lonely, self-absorbed existence. "A woman at forty is like a flower in full bloom," the most beautiful and vibrant time, but how long can a flower remain beautiful once in full bloom? "Pluck the flower while it blooms," but with her current status, few would dare to boldly pluck or admire her. A woman's golden decade, spent toiling in her career and family, was nearing its end; how much inner loneliness and weariness did she pay for her outward glamour? "The past is gone, the future is yet to come," but where was her future? Youth! Youth! Why did it vanish without a trace? Was her future only one of living a life of luxury, enjoying her grandchildren, and then passing away? Heartbroken and filled with self-pity, a long-lost longing and passion gradually resurfaced in her mind. She slowly swayed her body towards the dressing table, stood before the mirror, and began to remove her clothes one by one. She gazed resentfully at her reflection, seeing a beautiful face like a lotus blossom, alluring eyes, slightly parted cherry lips, exuding mature feminine charm. Taking a few steps back, her naked and proud body was fully revealed in the mirror: her delicate, smooth skin, her rounded, slender legs, her round, firm buttocks, her full, firm breasts, and her tender, peach-like vulva. This beautiful body could only wait to wither and fade, with no one to nourish and nurture it, to make it even more beautiful and vibrant. The desire within her grew into a raging fire, and she couldn't help but gently stroke her trembling nipple. A tingling sensation shot from her nipple to her head, the pleasurable feeling... Unable to resist, her slender fingers repeatedly touched her swollen nipples. Soon, she noticed her nipples were becoming increasingly swollen and flushed. No longer satisfied with just a gentle touch, she began to pinch and twist her nipples with her fingers. The heat surging within her grew stronger, her cheeks flushed with desire, and her pearly teeth gently bit her bright cherry lips. A woman in love is most beautiful, yet she could only love herself, pity herself, and admire herself alone. Would she ever have the chance to share a passionate encounter with the man she loved? In the past ten years, she had never longed for a man to comfort her long-dormant heart as much as she did now.

Overwhelmed by desire, Jiaxin felt a warm, wet sensation in her lower body. Looking down, she saw that her tightly closed labia had slightly parted, revealing tender pink labia inside, and a trickle of clear fluid was slowly flowing from her delicate vulva. As if possessed, Jiaxin stretched out her slender fingers and caressed her petals. Her fingers slid lightly and heavily across her tender vulva. "Ah..." A more intense pleasure struck her head like an electric current. Stars flashed before her eyes, her legs went weak, and she staggered back a few steps and collapsed onto the Simmons bed. As her fingers moved faster, her long, slender legs gradually opened, and her fingers began to excitedly tease her clitoris and petals. Her face was flushed, revealing an expression of unbearable desire. She pressed her thumb against her clitoris and trembled it, while her index and ring fingers caressed her petals. Slowly, she inserted her middle finger into the center of her wet petals, thrusting it in and out of her vagina like a man's penis. But her slender fingers, though beautiful, seemed neither long nor thick enough at this moment. They could not reach the deep itch, nor fill the emptiness of her secret place. For no apparent reason, she seemed to hear the rhythmic "plop, plop" sounds of her son and daughter-in-law making love a few days ago. Her long-suppressed desires surged uncontrollably in these unattainable sexual fantasies. She desperately wished a man could irrigate her parched garden, giving her a thoroughly satisfying pleasure with his large penis. Lost in her fantasies, she imagined Ruoyao's large penis throbbing beneath his jeans that evening, craving his touch, craving his wanton ravaging. This sudden, illicit desire drove her mad, filled her with shame, yet it was also mixed with an indescribable pleasure. These complex emotions entangled and intensified her lust. A surge of heat coursed through her body, and her lower body became wet with copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Her thoughts grew increasingly chaotic, until finally, an intoxicating image of herself and Ruoyao making love appeared in her mind. The night was long, and her lust was hard to quell. She sighed softly, barely able to immerse herself in masturbation and unfulfilled sexual fantasies. She even hoped to see her secret lover again tomorrow. ………

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This summer, for this celestial, noble goddess, who knows how many millions of sperm and offspring will have died in vain. Since waking up this morning, the image of my lewd and obscene encounter with Ruoyao last night has been haunting me.

I

've truly gone mad; how could I have conceived such obscene thoughts? Yet, even the mere illusion of sexual intercourse gives me a heart-wrenching, soul-stirring pleasure. If I could truly relive the taste of sexual pleasure, how joyful it would be! Hunger and restraint, shyness and wantonness—should I seize the moment while youth is in full bloom, attracting attention and grasping the last vestiges of my youth? Or should I cling to moral principles, letting my body wither away, living a cold and lonely life like this? I'm only in my forties; I have many more decades to go. The thought is truly unbearable! The ripples in the well, an unshakeable flutter of excitement, made him restless in his office, his mind preoccupied with whether his dream lover would come swimming at his house today. He should go home early; there was nothing much to do anyway.

As soon as he entered the house, Ruoyao's motorcycle was already in the yard. His day's anticipation seemed to have been fulfilled. Before even entering the house, he found himself irresistibly drawn to the pool. The summer dusk was still intensely bright. Ruoyao, like a white streak in the waves, darted swiftly through the water, then, with a turn, clung to the edge, watching the stunningly beautiful woman slowly approach.

"Hello, Aunt Yang, you're off work so early."

"Yes! I didn't have much to do today, and I was wondering if you were comfortable swimming here since it was your first time. So I came to check on you."

"It's great here, swimming here is so enjoyable! I really have to thank you, Aunt Yang!"

"No need to thank me, just come often if you like it. I'll ask Aunt Zhang to prepare some drinks for you."

Fantastic! I'm so lucky to see such a beautiful woman again today. And this stunning female CEO, dressed in a high-class office lady outfit, seems to have a touch of shy charm hidden beneath her sharp and elegant attire. A thousand outfits, ten thousand styles—that's probably it! But how could it all pass by so quickly? When will my plan to steal her heart and hunt for her begin?

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Yang's mother was wearing a lake-green dress with thin straps and a small V-neck. The simple cut exuded an unparalleled sense of elegance. This outfit showcased Yang's mother's excellent taste and confidence, because no matter how beautiful the clothes were, they could not compare to Yang's mother's natural beauty. The simpler the design, the more it accentuated Yang's noble temperament.

After dinner, I sat in the living room chatting with Mrs. Yang. Under my careful observation, which I maintained with forced composure, I noticed a newfound shyness and allure in her demeanor compared to the previous night. When we looked directly at each other, her pretty face would occasionally flush slightly. Since I met Mrs. Yang, she had always impressed me as a decisive and efficient businesswoman. This shy, alluring, and feminine demeanor was a first for me. If her blushing was because of me, it was a good start; perhaps I could press my advantage today.

Ruoyao, of course, had no idea that Mrs. Yang's unusual shyness and allure today was precisely because of him. Thinking of the obscene events of the previous night and rushing to leave the company early today, all to see the sunny boy from my dreams again as soon as possible... As soon as she reached the poolside, Ruoyao, whose image had been somewhat hazy in her mind the night before, became vivid again. This tanned, strong, and charismatic young man, wearing only swim trunks that barely covered his body, revealed his thick chest muscles. His masculine scent and physique made her heart race. Afraid of being discovered by him, she quickly left the poolside, but couldn't help asking Zhang Ma to invite him to stay for dinner. Alas! In the past ten years, she had never hesitated or faltered in the face of so many important decisions at the company, yet this time

she was so incompetent. "Aunt Yang, is something on your mind? Now that Zhihao is doing well in his work, he can help you relieve some of your burdens. You should be much more relaxed now!"

How shameful! Today, Ruoyao was no longer as anxious and flustered as yesterday, yet she was still drowning in the boundless abyss of desire, her heart still pounding wildly. "Yes! I used to be so busy, and now that I have so much free time, I really don't know how to pass the time."

"Once Zhihao comes back from his honeymoon, Aunt Yang can finally relax, travel around the world, and enjoy life."

"Traveling around is tempting, but after a while, it gets quite lonely. So, I should thank you for coming to have dinner and chat with me. I was just afraid you'd find having dinner with Aunt Yang boring." Thinking about asking Ruoyao to keep her company, besides dinner and conversation, she seemed to harbor a shy expectation deep inside. For no reason, she recalled last night, that refined yet slightly wild boy, how his gentle yet domineering courage filled the long-standing physical and emotional emptiness and loneliness during their lovemaking. Why, ever since that midnight hallucination, have these endless reveries lingered?

"No, Mrs. Yang has such a rich life experience. I can learn a lot from chatting with her over dinner. Besides, Mrs. Yang is so beautiful, and her voice is so lovely. Especially today, the way she blushed, she looked like a beautiful young girl. I look forward to having dinner with her every day!" No matter how beautiful a woman is, she still needs a man's praise. Teasing Mrs. Yang at the right time, seeing her beautiful face blush with shy charm, is truly pleasing to the eye! It's always better to make her heart flutter than to keep her indifferent.

"Ruoyao, you're so naughty, always teasing me. You have such a sweet tongue, you must be good at deceiving girls and have many girlfriends!" She complained, but her heart was filled with sweetness. It felt like she had returned to the era when young girls' feelings were always poetic, twenty years ago. But when she thought about the absurd lust of last night behind this feeling of love, she couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in her heart, and her fluctuating emotions lingered for a long time.

Upon seeing Yang's mother's shy demeanor again, Ruoyao, despite having just experienced a nocturnal emission before arriving, couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his lower body and a burning erection. If his goal hadn't been to gradually arouse her deepest desires and feelings, tearing away her hypocritical mask of a noble goddess, simply looking at the boundless allure of this stunning beauty before him would have been enough to make him lose his reason. Forcibly suppressing his rising lust was painful, but the thought that if he could arouse this woman, who had remained chaste for ten years and whom he had once revered as a goddess, until she was flustered, actively seeking pleasure, and surrendering to his large penis, then today's suppressed lust would be worthwhile. Moreover, teasing Yang's mother from time to time, seeing her blushing, heart-pounding, and incredibly shyly alluring appearance, was already an immense source of pleasure. To steal a heart and then a woman, one must first steal the heart before pursuing the woman. At this moment, one must be patient and carefully consider the next tactic. The goal is to gradually ignite Yang's long-suppressed primal desires, dismantling her deeply ingrained moral compass. This cannot be rushed; opportunities for attraction and physical intimacy must be created slowly.

"I'm going to be a junior in college this summer, but I don't even have a girlfriend yet. So, besides working part-time, all I can do this summer is study and sleep," Ruoyao said, deliberately pausing his teasing after deciding to take it slow, his tone tinged with regret.

Hearing Ruoyao say he didn't have a girlfriend, a flicker of joy rose in her heart. Seeing him stop rambling, her chaotic emotions calmed down slightly. "Your female classmates have no taste! How could you not seize the opportunity with such a handsome and dashing young man like Ruoyao?" After saying that, she couldn't help but laugh and continued, "You say I'm pretty, and I say you're handsome and dashing, it's like a different kind of self-praise."

The situation was developing beyond her expectations. Before today, she really couldn't believe that she could chat and laugh with Yang's mother in such a relaxed and natural atmosphere.

"Ruoyao, you swim so fast! Are you confident in the competition?"

"No, the competition is just for fun. The main thing is to develop a habit of exercise and get some exercise. Does Mrs. Yang swim?"

"I've always been afraid of water and don't really like sports."

"Isn't it a waste not to use such a nice swimming pool? I can teach you!"

"Oh! No, no, I'm too old to learn to swim, people will laugh at me."

He had just been thinking about how to create an opportunity for attraction and physical intimacy, and now this was a perfect chance. If he could persuade Mrs. Yang to learn to swim, he could not only admire her stunning figure and perfect curves, but also showcase his own strong physique honed through swimming. Perhaps this would even seduce the beautiful woman who had long lacked male affection. Plus, the inevitable physical contact during the teaching process would be a fantastic opportunity. Yes, no matter what, he had to succeed in persuading her.

“Aunt Yang, from a medical point of view, exercise can help you stay young, and swimming is the best exercise. Besides, Aunt Yang is beautiful and has a great figure. If Aunt Yang goes to the pool, I guarantee she'll attract everyone's attention.”

“Ruoyao, you're being dishonest again, making fun of me,” Aunt Yang said with a laugh.

“Aunt Yang, I'm not lying. I haven't seen a single girl prettier than you at the pool all summer. And learning to swim is actually very simple, especially with me, a renowned instructor with extensive teaching experience. One-on-one instruction will guarantee you learn quickly. When Zhihao and Ruyu come back and see Aunt Yang swimming like a mermaid, I guarantee they'll be shocked.” Ruoyao used his silver tongue to persuade her.

“You're really shameless, boasting about being a renowned instructor. But I've always lacked athletic ability, so I'm sure I won't be a good student. If I can't learn, wouldn't that ruin your reputation as a renowned instructor?” Aunt Yang said with a coquettish smile.

Sensing a hint of hesitation in Aunt Yang's eyes, Ruoyao knew that if he didn't push his luck a little harder, this great opportunity might slip away.

"Everyone should develop a habit of at least one sport in their lifetime to maintain health and youth. Of all sports, swimming is the best choice because you can swim whenever you want, unlike other sports where you need to invite friends. Plus, swimming is better than jogging because it's almost injury-free. And with a pool at home, it's incredibly convenient!" Ruoyao urged eagerly and sincerely.

"You make it sound so good, it would be a shame not to learn! But you have to protect me, you can't let me swallow water, okay?"

Hearing Yang's mother agree, and seeing her girlish, hesitant yet expectant, slightly shy expression, one felt a surge of joy.

"Then starting tomorrow, 5:30 pm, the sun won't be too strong, I won't get tanned, and the water temperature will be warm enough. Is that okay?" Ruoyao couldn't help but issue a command.

"Teacher, can we postpone it by one day? I still need to buy a swimsuit!"

Hearing Yang's mother deliberately address her as "teacher" and then use a coquettish tone to bargain, their eyes met, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter, the joyful atmosphere reaching its peak.

I arrived at the Yang family home an hour early, just before the agreed-upon start time for the class .

Aunt Zhang opened the door and let me in. Yang's mother's luxury Bens 600 was already parked in the garage. Was Yang's mother trying on her swimsuit right now? If she wore a bikini to teach swimming, would she get a nosebleed and be unable to teach? Suppressing these fantasies, I first went to the pool for a few refreshing swims, letting Yang's mother experience the comfort of swimming, which might strengthen her resolve to study.

At 5:30 sharp, Yang's mother appeared at one end of the pool. Although she wasn't wearing a bikini as I'd imagined, the highly elastic, pale yellow one-piece swimsuit still perfectly showcased her shapely and voluptuous figure. The streamlined, novel design, with its thin shoulder straps and a high slit at the waist, made her full breasts seem about to burst out. Her slender yet elastic waist accentuated her pert, rounded buttocks, and her jade-like, plump legs appeared even more shapely and long. At the part of her legs, the mysterious triangle area was slightly raised, particularly alluring. Ruoyao stared, drooling, his eyes fixed on the noble fairy, like a reincarnation of the goddess Luo, as she walked step by step to the poolside.

Seeing Ruoyao's unblinking gaze, his unrestrained and aggressive exploration of her breasts and legs, and realizing that she had never exposed so much of her delicate body to any man other than her husband, now exposed to this young man twenty years her junior, she couldn't help but feel her face flush. However, the young man's unreserved admiration also made her incredibly proud, knowing that even though she was over forty, her appearance and figure were still very attractive to men. With her head lowered, she said reservedly yet excitedly, "Hello, teacher. Is class about to begin?"

It wasn't until this stunning beauty reached the poolside and uttered her melodious voice that Ruoyao seemed to snap out of his reverie and remember his task for the day. Yet, he couldn't help but sincerely exclaim, "Mrs. Yang, you're absolutely gorgeous!"

Hearing Ruoyao's unreserved and direct praise, Jiaxin said shyly, "How can you look at someone like that? It's like you're about to devour them."

"Mrs. Yang, don't blame me! You really are so beautiful, even more captivating than I imagined."

Hearing Ruoyao's praise again, and wondering if the phrase "even more captivating than I imagined" meant that this young boy, like her, also fantasized about her sexually. Thinking of this, the young man's glazed eyes seemed to become even more aggressive, like a sharp blade plucking at his already pounding heartstrings. Recalling the madness of that night, his face flushed red, and he said shyly, "You haven't seen enough yet! We still have several days to learn."

The thought of this cold, elegant, and noble goddess, wearing a swimsuit that perfectly showcased her beautiful figure, standing in front of him and flirting with him, made Ruoyao extremely happy. He finally calmed down, thinking that he still had several days to gradually warm up to her, and there was no need to be too hasty.

"Come on! Let's do some warm-up exercises!"

Following her own instructions, her beautiful body became even more vibrant and alluring with each twist and swing of her arms. The extended movements of raising her arms and tiptoeing accentuated her full breasts and shapely buttocks. As she bent over, her deep cleavage was faintly visible. Ruoyao, standing opposite Yang's mother and guiding her movements, was thoroughly entertained, yet also forced herself to endure the discomfort.

"Come on, let's go in the water."

"Ruoyao, I'm afraid of water, you have to protect me!"

"Don't be afraid, we'll start in the shallow end. You'll be fine once you stand up. We'll learn to hold our breath underwater, sink down and then stand up, inhaling through our mouths when we come out." After much effort, they finally had their first physical contact. Holding Yang's mother's soft hand, they walked step by step into the pool.

"Don't worry, I'll hold your hand. If you can't hold your breath, just pull me up. Take a deep breath, sink down, stand up, like that, it's simple, isn't it? Come on, it's your turn to do it." Ruoyao explained and demonstrated.

Seeing Yang's mother tremblingly holding her hand, obediently following her instructions like a schoolchild, Ruoyao suddenly felt that the gap between them wasn't so vast anymore; Yang's mother was simply a vulnerable woman who needed her protection. This thought made her feel more comfortable and authoritative as the swimming instructor.

"Very good, very good. Come on, do it a few more times and you won't be afraid."

"You did very well. I'm letting go now. Do it a few more times yourself, don't be afraid!"

Hearing Ruoyao let her practice, Ruoyao felt a nervous fluster, but also felt reassured by Ruoyao's gentle and considerate care. Thinking of the past ten years, without a man to rely on, a shy, loving feeling welled up inside her. How embarrassing! She quickly calmed herself and began to follow her instructions, her hands trembling slightly.

"Aunt Yang, you learned so quickly and well! Isn't it simple?"

Hearing the praise from the boy who had been troubling her for days, Jiaxin's face flushed slightly, and she said coquettishly, "It's so scary!" "

Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a bit?"

"No need!"

"Okay, then let's learn the second move, the jellyfish float. Watch me demonstrate first. Sink into the water, tuck your legs in towards your chest, hug your legs tightly with your hands, relax your whole body, and your body will naturally float up. When you can't hold your breath anymore, release your legs with your hands, push the water with your hands, and stand up."

Feeling that this move was much more complicated and difficult than the previous one, Jiaxin couldn't help but feel scared. "It's so hard! I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

"Come on, don't be afraid. I'll demonstrate a few more times. Hold your breath and sink into the water to see clearly. When you do it, I'll sink into the water to protect you." Ruoyao said with a gentle yet slightly authoritative tone.

After watching a few times, she seemed to understand, but she could only try to do it as a last resort. The first part of the movement was alright; her body was indeed floating in the water. But she was about to run out of breath and hurriedly tried to stand up, letting go of her feet with both hands. In her haste, she tried to stand up but forgot to press her hands into the water. She stumbled, lost her balance, and opened her mouth, swallowing a large mouthful of water.

Seeing Yang's mother's predicament, Ruoyao rushed to pull her up, but the drowning person's hands were flailing wildly. Ruoyao couldn't reach Yang's mother's hands, but his large hand swept down to Yang's mother's full breasts. He quickly put his hands together around Yang's slender waist and lifted her up.

After Jiaxin's upper body surfaced, she gasped for breath, her face flushing red, whether from choking or from the boy's large hands touching her delicate breasts. She scolded, "Ruoyao, you're so naughty!"

Ruoyao, still savoring the wonderful feel of Yang's mother's full breasts, was confused by her scolding. Hearing her playful complaint, he couldn't tell if she was blaming him for his inadequate rescue or for his careless grabbing. Remembering his duty as a "lifeguard," he quickly reached out and gently supported Yang's mother's snow-white arms, helping her stabilize her swaying body and calm her trembling mind.

Ruoyao stood close to Yang's mother, looking down at her as she gasped for breath, her full breasts rising and falling, displaying an incredibly alluring curve. Her white chest and deep cleavage were so close, and even though they were in the cool pool, his penis was aroused by this rare sight, throbbing with desire. He longed to embrace her beautiful, seductive body and caress her tenderly. At this moment, he could only mumble, "Yang's mother, I'm sorry! I frightened you. Let's rest for a bit!" Whether his apology was for not protecting her properly or for his haphazard grabbing was left to his own judgment, to avoid embarrassment.

"Mm!" Jiaxin replied softly, her delicate frame led by Ruoyao to the shore. The pool water condensed into glistening droplets on her smooth, delicate skin. Her face, like a lotus emerging from the water, was still flushed. Fortunately, she pretended to cough violently, which perfectly concealed the burning sensation in her cheeks. Otherwise, the throbbing sensation emanating from her sensitive breasts, touched by the man's large hands, might have been completely revealed. Humans are strange, especially when they are lost in thought or feeling a sense of longing. Just the sight of Ruoyao's gaze on that area made it feel intensely hot, as if it were melting. Not to mention the long-lost stimulation from his strong hands touching her breasts—far more wonderful than her own caresses. The attraction between a man and a woman has an added electric shock feel to it.

Whether this naughty boy did it on purpose or was genuinely flustered and accidentally touched it, his swim trunks were bulging, he must have been a little aroused! Sigh! Why do my thoughts keep wandering to this embarrassing place whenever I'm with Ruoyao? Could it be that I'm really infatuated with this young, handsome boy, indulging in his teasing words and actions? Why does this electrifying feeling make my heart flutter and leave me so captivated?

"Aunt Yang, I'm sorry! I'll be more careful to protect you!" Ruoyao's eyes shone with youthful passion, afraid that Aunt Yang would blame him for not protecting her properly and refuse to continue learning.

"Hmm! It's not entirely your fault, you were too flustered too, but you have to protect me well from now on, and you can't let me swallow water again," Jiaxin said coquettishly.

"Okay! I'll definitely be more careful." Hearing that Aunt Yang was still willing to continue learning, Ruoyao happily promised. Moreover, Mrs. Yang didn't seem to blame him for his "indecent behavior," so he figured he could be more natural and bolder with physical contact during the lesson. He hatched a plan: "Let's not learn the jellyfish float today. Let's change the pace and learn freestyle paddling and kicking first." Pacing was one thing, but learning to kick instead of the jellyfish float meant he'd have to use his hands to support Mrs. Yang's lower abdomen and thighs, keeping her afloat. The wonderful feeling of touching Mrs. Yang's full breasts and her arms around her slender waist was still vivid in his mind. As long as Mrs. Yang was willing to learn, there would be at least a week of lessons, and plenty of opportunities for physical intimacy. With a little subtle teasing, he was sure this long-deprived widow wouldn't be flustered and aroused. If he could control himself, perhaps Mrs. Yang would succumb to her desires and take the initiative to seek pleasure?

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III. In the steaming bath, the slightly sore limbs after swimming comfortably enjoy the gentle massage of the water, but chaotic thoughts trouble the body that desperately needs relaxation. What is it that people pursue in this world? Having just graduated from school and barely turned twenty, the romantic dreams of a young girl hadn't even had time to fully weave beautiful imaginings when she married Guodong according to her parents' wishes. Looking back on the path she had traveled, it was uneventful. Guodong had been quite kind to her and provided ample financial support, but his extremely reserved personality couldn't ignite any romantic feelings. Even their sexual relations seemed like a mere routine, a necessary obligation to continue the family line. Then Zhihao and Ruyu were born, and then Guodong passed away. Where, then, is the joy of life?

Of all the days I've spent with Ruoyao, these past few days have been the most enjoyable. Listening to her eloquently describe the vibrant lives of young people on campus is incredibly inspiring. Chatting with Ruoyao is so relaxing and pleasant, unlike conversations with Zhihao and Ruyu, which always carry the pressure of parents hoping their children will succeed, or business negotiations filled with cunning and power struggles. Youth is wonderful; it's all about the unbridled energy of life and the exuberant spirit of youth. And me? Those youthful years, full of dreams, seem to have remained only as deep-seated ideas, never becoming beautiful drawings on the canvas. It's so frustrating! Life, too short to fully flourish, has already turned to twilight. Even in the fading light of sunset, let's write a final, brilliant chapter in the blank spaces of our lives!

Thinking about learning to swim today is truly crazy. I've been afraid of water since I was little and lazy about exercising, but when Ruoyao mentioned teaching me to swim, why did I feel so conflicted, even setting aside most of the day to buy so many swimsuits? Why, when I was swallowing water and feeling terrible during lessons, did I willingly, even happily, follow Ruoyao into the water after a short rest? Was it really just about learning to swim well and cultivating an interest and habit of exercise, or was it about wanting to hold onto more of the beautiful time spent with Ruoyao, this big boy? Why, when Ruoyao's large hands touched my full breasts and supported my soft belly, did I feel a brief moment of shyness followed by a strange pleasure in the physical contact? Was this ambiguous situation intentionally created by Ruoyao? Or was it my desire to fill the void of my lost youth, this subtle teasing between a man and a woman? Ruoyao! Why did you, you little devil, have to invade my long-closed heart, leaving me so troubled yet filled with anticipation? But at this moment, he no longer wanted to withdraw from this game of desire, because only in the subtle flirtation between the words and actions of men and women could he feel that there was still longing and dreams in his life.

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Jiaxin had changed into a black, three-dimensionally tailored swimsuit today. The swimsuit first crossed at the neck to form a loop, then flowed down to cover her breasts, and finally crossed again to wrap around her pert, round buttocks. The swimsuit used very little material; her full, white breasts, except for the peaks, were almost bursting out, and her small, delicate navel was incredibly sexy and alluring. Ruoyao stared in disbelief as this stunning beauty boldly displayed her exquisite body before him without any hesitation. Yesterday he had already feasted his eyes, but today this super beauty had amazed him even more; his eyes almost shot fire.

“Mrs. Yang, only your great figure can bring out the design quality of this swimsuit. The swimsuit company should hire you as their spokesperson.”

“You naughty boy, you don’t even work properly in the pool, you just peek at pretty girls.”

“Mrs. Yang, being a lifeguard is sometimes just a backup, it’s really boring, you can’t help but dart around. But after seeing Mrs. Yang’s stunning face and figure, this summer’s part-time job will definitely be boring, because there won’t be any more eye-catching surprises.”

“You naughty boy, hurry up and teach us, you’re always talking nonsense.” Jiaxin said in a tone that was both reproachful and amused.

“Mrs. Yang, if you wear a bikini to the pool, I guarantee everyone will stop what they're doing. The men will stare in disbelief, and the women will look on with envy and jealousy. Then you'll know I'm not talking nonsense.”

“No way! That's too embarrassing.”

Continuing with the jellyfish float and freestyle swimming and water skiing that she hadn't finished yesterday, Jiaxin, who doesn't usually exercise, was completely exhausted and unable to move when the class ended. Last night's hot water massage couldn't relieve the soreness accumulated from overexertion. She could only sit lazily on a poolside lounge chair, whining, "Ruoyao, I'm so tired! My back aches, my limbs are weak, I can't move. Can I rest tomorrow?"

"Aunt Yang, this is because you don't exercise regularly. I'll give you a massage to relieve the fatigue. Then take a hot bath tonight, and you won't feel sore tomorrow."

"No, no!" Although they had had quite a bit of physical contact in the pool these past two days, that was more natural. Now, hearing Ruoyao offer to massage her, no matter how much she longed for the wonderful feeling of skin-to-skin contact, the thought of wearing such a revealing swimsuit and lying there for this young man to be so close made Jiaxin subconsciously refuse.

“Aunt Yang, it’s alright. As swimmers, we know which strokes cause which areas to ache. Sometimes when we compete, there are too many events, and after each event, we have to massage each other to relax. And it’s best to do it immediately, otherwise you’ll be sore for days, and our swimming lessons might be canceled.” Thinking of Aunt Yang’s soft, delicate skin, he imagined how alluring a massage would be, and coupled with the rare opportunity for intimacy, Ruoyao persuaded her with a sense of anticipation.

On one hand, her whole body ached so much she couldn’t move; on the other hand, she didn’t know why she couldn’t resist the young man’s eager gaze. Perhaps deep down, there was a hint of unspeakable shyness, a longing for closer contact with this young man of her dreams, to enjoy that unspeakable, moving pleasure. Jiaxin blushed and nodded shyly.

“Aunt Yang, then lie down properly. Some areas will be a little sore when you massage them, you have to bear with it.”

Beneath the glow of the setting sun and the colorful clouds, lay a stunningly beautiful woman, her backless swimsuit cleverly accentuating her beautiful curves. Her back was slender and smooth, her waist and full hips forming a shapely silhouette. Her rounded, high buttocks and long, slender legs created a captivating arc. Although she was simply lying face down, she exuded an extraordinary allure, making one's blood boil. Ruoyao reached out with trembling hands and began to massage her, starting from her shoulders. He used all his strength, gradually increasing the pressure. Jiaxin cried out in pain, her muscles tensing instantly. "Aunt Yang, relax, it will hurt a little, but it will be fine in

a moment." The thought of lying almost naked before this man made it difficult for Jiaxin to immediately accept being watched and touched by him. A gentle breeze brought a chill, raising goosebumps on her sensitive skin. "Ruoyao, I'm cold! Can you cover me with a towel?"

Although it was a pity to miss the chance to feast his eyes, it was for the best. After all, it wasn't time to reveal his true colors yet. If he continued to look at this incredibly alluring body, he feared he might succumb to temptation and ruin his original plan. With a hint of regret, he picked up the large towel that was placed aside and covered Jiaxin's incredibly tempting buttocks and jade-like legs.

After massaging Jiaxin's fair, lotus-root-like arms, he gradually moved down to her waist and back, first kneading and pressing, then patting. Her smooth, fair skin was slightly flushed from the massage, giving him a thrilling feeling. Finally, he kneaded her still alluring buttocks and thighs, even though they were covered by a towel, sometimes gently kneading, sometimes patting more firmly.

Jiaxin trembled slightly involuntarily, making soft moaning sounds. She thought with relief that there was a towel covering her; otherwise, having her delicate buttocks rubbed and kneaded by a man would be incredibly embarrassing. But that's what massage is all about, so why had she agreed to Ruoyao's massage? Thinking of this, the ecstatic image of her and Ruoyao's lovemaking that night flashed before her eyes, and an indescribable throbbing deep within her instantly intensified. Ruoyao's strong hands on her buttocks and thighs seemed to send jolts of electricity through her, giving her an unprecedented tingling and comforting sensation. She couldn't help but let out a soft, intoxicating moan.

"Aunt Yang, is it alright? Is it comfortable?"

Jiaxin, who had been lost in her fantasies, her private parts slightly warm and wanting Ruoyao to massage her a little longer, was startled by the sound. Her whole body heated up, her face flushed, and to hide her shameful state, she could only let out a soft "Mmm!" and remained lying motionless on the recliner.

"Then after swimming, I'll massage you, and you won't be sore the next day."

…… ... "Mrs. Yang, you're learning so fast and so well! Except for a little bit of difficulty breathing, you can already swim 10 or 20 meters in one go. In a couple more days, you'll truly become a mermaid in the swimming pool." "I have to thank you so much for being such a great teacher. I'm so glad I didn't ruin your reputation. Ruoyao, you're my swimming teacher. Don't call me Mrs. Yang anymore, just call me by my name. Do you know my name?" "Yes, I once saw a special article about Mrs. Yang in a business magazine. I remember the title was 'The Stunning Female CEO—Michelle Reis,' the same name as that actress who was known as the 'Miss Hong Kong among Miss Hong Kongs.'" "Actually, I don't want any titles. President, chairman, etc., are not what I want. If Mr. Yang hadn't died early and Zhihao hadn't been so young, why would I have to work so hard to maintain this huge business? Ten years is long enough, so after Zhihao retired from the military, I didn't want to manage it anymore. I handed it over to him. I just want to be myself again, like now, learning to swim, with you, my little teacher and handsome young man, accompanying me and making me happy. These past few days have been the most relaxed and carefree in the past ten years, without any other unnecessary worries. Except for a few elders, no one has called me 'Jiaxin' for a long time. You are my swimming teacher, so it's perfectly proper to call me by my name. You've made me feel old by calling me 'Mama Yang'! Remember! In the pool, I am the student and you are the teacher, so you should call me by my name. Come on, let's try it?" Mrs. Yang spoke seriously and sincerely at first, but then turned shy and coquettish, as if she were flirting with her lover. Hearing Yang's mother's attempt to get closer to him and her implied affection in her confession, Ruoyao clearly sensed the loneliness and fragility of this goddess-like beauty who seemed to be living in a world of solitude. His tactic of looking down on adults and his timely flirting had somehow made her see him as a kindred spirit and someone she confided in and longed for. With the beauty falling for him, Ruoyao couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion and wanted to cherish her. "Jiaxin, I feel bad about always eating and drinking here for free after swimming. I just got paid today, so let's take a day off tomorrow. Instead of swimming, I'll take you to Qingshui Gaomei Wetlands to see birds, catch crabs, and watch the sunset. Then we'll go to Taichung Harbor for seafood, and then take a walk at Tunghai University to see the night view. There's a very romantic and atmospheric coffee shop in the art district; let's go for coffee together. Okay?" " Great! Great! I haven't had a relaxing drive like this in ages!" Like a young girl accepting her lover's first date, Jiaxin didn't hide her excitement. …… ... Cherish the flowers while they bloom today; you might understand the boundless longing of an aging woman for her fading youth in the world of desire. Don't mistake me for a proud, aloof white lotus, only to be admired from afar. I am a vibrant peony, richly fragrant, yearning for someone to play with my delicate petals, to pluck and admire me. I don't want to stand alone, withered and lifeless, left to fall like petals. I want to enjoy my final, dazzling brilliance before everything fades into desolation. A surge of emotions coursed through Jiaxin's heart, a shiver running through her. Why, since that night when a demon took root in her heart, has she been unable to control the overwhelming surge of shameful desire whenever she thinks of you? She longs to throw herself into your arms, to be tenderly loved and cherished. Sometimes she tries to restrain herself, but the more she tries, the more she sinks deeper into depravity. Ruoyao! Why can't you be more assertive, more proactive? Why do you have to helplessly struggle between the two extremes of propriety and desire? Ruoyao! Do you know how much I longed for you to hold my waist and lean on me more when you gently and tenderly led me along the wet beach at dusk the night before last? Do you know how shyly I hoped that when you looked at me with those magical eyes in the romantically lit café, I would give you a hug, a deep kiss, and even do whatever you wanted when you took me home? Why did it all end up like a dream without a trace? You just casually said, "Goodnight, see you tomorrow!" Could it be that I, like a goddess, have feelings for you, but you are indifferent? Surely not! These past few days, seeing you intentionally or unintentionally touch my body in the pool, and how you tried to suppress your rising desire during the massage, I must be very attractive to you. This feeling of uncertainty and anxiety is turning into a torment, eroding my remaining composure little by little. I don't care anymore, I can't bear this agonizing, unbearable longing any longer. Tomorrow, on this special day, I've decided to openly confess my love to you, begging for your affection. Ruoyao, you can probably understand my embarrassed and ashamed feelings, and know my anxiety of unrequited love. …… ...

"Okay, I'll go home first!"

Hearing Ruoyao's agreement, her anxious emotions calmed down a little. Ruoyao probably really didn't have a girlfriend, otherwise he wouldn't have had no other dates on Valentine's Day. But when he came to dinner tomorrow, would he sense her hints and take the initiative to ease her embarrassment? Or would he be like a dumb goose, waiting for her to take the initiative to express her love? If that were the case, could she really say it? What if she embarrassingly said it, and he backed out at the last minute? She could only silently endure the helplessness of being anxious and ashamed to speak, which overwhelmed Jiaxin, who was regarded as a strong woman by outsiders, and brought her to tears. Why did this energetic and handsome young man have to barge into her long-closed heart when she was most lonely and her desires were at their strongest, bringing her so much struggle and trouble? Why was she, a mature woman with extraordinary achievements, so easily seduced and defeated by a young man half her age! And she had to secretly weep in the middle of the night, worried that she would not be able to find comfort and love from this cursed star in her life.

Why

didn't Jiaxin want to swim today? Having dinner together these past few days had become routine, so why was she specifically reminding him? Why was Jiaxin blushing and blushing so shyly at such a simple conversation? What was so special about it? Ruoyao pondered this for a moment, then a thought suddenly struck him: tomorrow was the annual Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day). Could it be that this noble and stunningly beautiful woman wanted to spend this romantic day with him? Right, Zhihao and Ruyu would be returning in a few days, and opportunities for them to be alone together like this wouldn't be many more. Even on this particularly thought-provoking day, this "heart-stealing and beauty-hunting" plan should be put to a final conclusion.

These past few days at the pool, Jiaxin had changed into a different swimsuit every day, selflessly presenting her beautiful body to him, seeking his praise. Could this be considered an implication of "a woman dresses up for her lover"? Watching her go from shyly letting him hold her hand and support her waist, to letting his hands massage every inch of her noble body, coupled with her occasional blushes and alluring, dreamy eyes, I knew my words and actions over the past few days had worked. This beautiful woman must be struggling internally, wrestling with intense desire. Like dry tinder igniting a raging fire, tomorrow I'll let it transform into a blazing inferno. How can I make up for the immense repression of the past few days without taking this noble goddess to bed and making love to her?

IV. After ringing the doorbell, to his surprise, it was Jiaxin who answered the door herself. He had intended to hide the carefully prepared bouquet of roses and chocolate gift box behind his back to surprise her, but it was too late. "Why is it you who answered the door? Is Aunt Zhang busy? These are for you! I hope you like them!"

Seeing the boy she loved handing her these red roses and chocolates, a symbol of love, Jiaxin's troubled heart, which had been troubled all night, was relieved. She exclaimed joyfully without any attempt to hide it: "Ah! Thank you!" Her shy appearance was no different from that of a young woman deeply in love. Over the past ten years, she had received countless expensive orchids and precious gifts from the market, but none of them had ever made her as excited as this bouquet of red roses handed to her by her dream lover.

Jiaxin, who was already stunningly beautiful in the past, had clearly been carefully groomed. Today, she looked even more radiant. Her exquisite beauty, like a flower that could shame the moon and a fish that could sink and a goose that could fall from the sky, combined with her graceful and poetic demeanor, exuded the charm of a mature woman. With delicately arched eyebrows and bright, sparkling eyes, her makeup was more vibrant and captivating than usual. A vivid red lip gloss accentuated her beautiful features, and a jade hairpin adorned her high-piled hair. She was a dignified and stunning classical beauty standing before one's eyes.

A silver, low-cut, spaghetti-strap dress with gold lace detailing perfectly showcased her slender yet curvaceous figure. Her breasts, partially exposed, were firm and round, breathtakingly beautiful. A single, exquisitely crafted diamond adorned her crystal-clear, undulating bosom, creating a captivating focal point. Sparkling diamond earrings dangled from her delicate earlobes, highlighting her ethereal elegance. She wore LV open-toe high heels, her slender, pinkish-white feet displaying ten delicate, alluring toes.

Seeing Jiaxin's delighted and charming figure after receiving the roses, and her stunningly beautiful face after her meticulous makeup, Ruoyao immediately understood that Jiaxin's decision not to swim today wasn't because she had any urgent business to attend to, but simply to free up time to further enhance her already gorgeous figure. His plan from last night must have been correct; this usually aloof and elegant goddess had finally decided to create an unforgettable memory with him on this special Valentine's Day.

Entering the room, soft, melodious music played, and the dim lighting accentuated the romantic atmosphere of a candlelight dinner. The gleaming silver tableware on the table was laden with various delicacies—all carefully prepared for him. With Jiaxin's attentiveness, she should remember that he didn't have to get up early for work tomorrow; perhaps she wanted to treat him as the final dish after the romantic Valentine's Day candlelight dinner, allowing him to feast to his heart's content. Nothing is more alluring than the allure of a beautiful woman's heart. He was truly blessed. Through a strategy of subtle manipulation, he finally conquered her, disarming this noble goddess and forcing her to offer her stunning body as tribute. This elegant beauty, who had long suppressed her fiery passion and lacked male affection, was finally about to abandon the constraints of propriety, shed her mask, and pursue unbridled, wild, primal lust.

The thought of her noble body, hidden beneath her embroidered robes and unseen by any man for ten years, being completely liberated, naked, under his own hands... The thought of this pure, elegant, and noble body soon being teased and played with by his hands, moaning softly, crying seductively and desperately yielding as his penis thrust into her, filled Ruoyao with a surge of ambition, a desire to conquer the world. Today, he was determined to utterly destroy her remaining morality, dignity, and shame, to make her body and soul submit to his control, transforming her from an ethereal fairy into a lustful goddess fallen to earth.

Seeing Ruoyao's greedy gaze fixed on her from the moment he entered, roaming over her every inch, Jiaxin felt both shy and delighted. All the meticulous grooming and styling she had received throughout the day from her personal beautician had been rewarded by the young boy's unreservedly infatuated gaze. Her pretty face flushed, and she lowered her head, her voice trembling with a mixture of shyness and barely concealed excitement as she asked, "Am I pretty?"

Surprised that such youthful shyness, like that of a girl experiencing first love, could appear on the face of such a sophisticated and mature beauty, Ruoyao stared intently. Seeing her flushed cheeks, lowered eyelashes, and indescribable allure, he praised her with a slightly sentimental yet sincere tone, "You are absolutely gorgeous! None of those actresses known for their beauty can compare to your radiant charm. Hmm, a feast for the eyes!" He then gazed upon her beautiful face and mature, captivating figure with unreserved attention. From the tender affection in her beautiful eyes, the meticulous care she took in dressing up for her lover, and the elaborate preparations for the banquet, even a fool would know the deep affection behind it all. Tonight, he would be able to conquer and ravage this stunning beauty's delicate body without a doubt. Victory was within reach. To expand their gains, they needed to proceed gradually, teasing her until she took the initiative to express her love and ask for his advances.

"Ruoyao, Aunt Zhang has taken leave to go back to her hometown to prepare for the Ghost Festival in July. This is a thank-you banquet I personally prepared for you. Thank you for your patient guidance these past few days. I hope you will like it," Jiaxin said in a coquettish tone, like a young girl trying to win her lover's favor. Although he knew perfectly well that this was a romantic Valentine's Day special, the proud and aloof goddess was unwilling to surrender easily and wanted to preserve her last bit of dignity.

The seafood dishes were all made with high-quality ingredients, including French matsutake mushrooms and Russian caviar as appetizers, baked live lobster as a side dish, and abalone stewed with six heads as a main course, accompanied by a vintage, valuable French white wine. Furthermore, the food was personally prepared by the pampered and elegant beauty with her delicate hands. The delicious food and the beautiful gesture made Ruoyao feel lightheaded and intoxicated.

What moves a man most in this world is the moment when a noble and mature beauty's heart is first stirred. Ruoyao is no exception. Putting aside whether he can eventually get her into bed and make love, just seeing her shy appearance at this moment, where she is clearly aroused but unwilling to admit it, is already incredibly enjoyable. It also adds immense fun to the process of hunting for her. Ruoyao couldn't help but tease her:

"Such a noble and romantic candlelight dinner isn't something you can easily enjoy every day, especially since you cooked it yourself. But no matter how delicious the food is, it pales in comparison to the stunning beauty before me, especially since tonight is a romantic night when a lone man and woman are most easily moved."

Hearing Ruoyao's teasing words, which seemed to see right through her, Jiaxin's already slightly flushed face turned bright red. Even though she was mentally prepared to offer herself to this handsome boy tonight, Jiaxin still felt overwhelmed. Admitting it wasn't right, and denying it wasn't right either. She could only complain coquettishly, "You just love to talk nonsense, you're so naughty!"

Ruoyao was quite interested in witnessing the charming way this noble goddess, who was trying so hard to maintain her elegance and grace, lost her composure under his teasing. Seeing the shy, girlish face of this middle-aged beauty, her eyes brimming with unspoken affection, he knew he had stirred her imagination. He deliberately remained silent, allowing the silence to further fuel the ambiguous feelings between them. Sure enough, the beautiful woman, flustered, said sweetly, "Don't eat! You'll starve!"

Not wanting to embarrass Jiaxin too much, and besides, with such delicious food before her, she was indeed a little hungry. Ruoyao considerately pulled out a chair for Jiaxin, and they began to enjoy the elegant and romantic Valentine's Day dinner. Watching Jiaxin's graceful movements and posture while eating, it was sometimes hard to reconcile her with primal, wild desire. Yet tonight, he was forcing himself to blend this extreme image of angel and wanton woman.

Food, wine, and beauty—the ambiguous desire between the lonely man and woman gradually intensified amidst tender glances, sips of wine, and flickering candlelight. After a satisfying meal, Shao Liang, with a gentle smile, calmly rose and walked towards the beautiful woman, extending his hands and saying, "Such beautiful music, such a romantic atmosphere, let's dance."

Looking at Ruo Yao approaching with her large, slightly spring-like eyes, Jia Xin's heart fluttered. Perhaps it was because she had drunk a little, but her fair and delicate cheeks were flushed and radiant. In a daze, she was half-forced and gently pulled from her seat, led to the living room furnished with smooth imperial stone. Melodious music began, and the handsome man and beautiful woman danced gracefully.

Alcohol is an aphrodisiac, dance is a way to end a stolen pleasure. Ruoyao's hands gently rested on Jiaxin's slender waist, pulling her soft, boneless body. Jiaxin, who had been shyly looking down, glanced up at the somewhat silent Ruoyao, only to see him smiling, seemingly observing her shy and alluring demeanor with an air of knowing everything. Jiaxin felt flustered and flustered, two shy blushes rising to her cheeks. She was completely lost, her whole body burning. At this moment, she was no longer the decisive female CEO of a multinational corporation, nor the powerful businesswoman who dominated the business world, but a gentle, affectionate, and ordinary woman yearning for a man's affection. This wretched boy, knowing her shyness and embarrassment, refused to let her off easily. He tightened his grip, pulling her into his arms with strong arms, pressing her soft, fragrant body against his.

The elegant, graceful, and gentle beauty melted under the burning gaze and passionate embrace of her young lover. Her soft body leaned against Ruoyao's broad chest, feeling the strong, powerful thumping of his heart, each beat seemingly trying to unlock the long-closed doors of her heart. Her composure was in turmoil as Jiaxin's beautiful eyes half-closed, her usually clear and deep gaze now moist and confused. With each sway of her feet, their pressed bodies gradually warmed as they rubbed against each other, her cheeks flushing like peach blossoms in March.

Ruoyao buried his head in Jiaxin's jade-like neck, the fragrance of her body, like orchids and musk, filling his nostrils. He deliberately breathed on and licked her swan-like long, slender neck and her pearly earlobes. A woman's earlobes are naturally sensitive, and under the man's warm breath and teasing lips, they became even more itchy, stimulating Jiaxin's head to tremble and her heart to flutter.

The beautiful woman's shy yet submissive demeanor, allowing herself to be as she pleased, was incredibly alluring. Her flushed cheeks and captivating beauty were utterly irresistible. This hard-won delicacy shouldn't be wasted on hasty consumption. Ruoyao reached out and removed the elegant hairpin from the goddess's now disheveled hair, letting her flowing hair cascade naturally over her fair neck. Her originally graceful and refined attire transformed into a seductive allure. Ruoyao's hands caressed the beauty's hair, his lips gently nibbling at her delicate earlobe, as he softly asked, "Tell me honestly, is tonight's dinner a teacher's appreciation feast or a Valentine's Day special? And is the last dish you, this stunningly beautiful woman, the most delicious thing to eat?"

Hearing Ruoyao's words expose her long-suppressed desire, Jiaxin, already somewhat flustered, realized that her thoughts seemed to be under his watchful eye. Ruoyao had finally seen through her torment of desire over the past few days. Like a child caught doing something wrong, a wave of shyness and unease washed over her, making her want to disappear into a hole. Jiaxin knew perfectly well that she was trapped in her own web, unable to escape. What was infuriating was that Ruoyao, that wicked boy, insisted on using such a provocative method to destroy her last shred of dignity, forcing her to beg for his affection. However, at this moment, the stunning beauty, limp in her lover's arms, trembling gently like a frightened bird, had already lost the will to resist and was powerless to defy him. She could only murmur shyly in her dream, "You're right! Stop teasing me!"

After this usually domineering and arrogant businesswoman uttered such shameful words of willing submission, she suddenly felt a kind of inexplicable sadness. In a state of utter confusion and shyness, glistening tears streamed down her face, like a lamb awaiting slaughter. Her lips trembled slightly, tears welling in her eyes. Despite burning desire, she dared not act recklessly, her eyes radiating pleading and anxious longing. Her face flushed red, and she dared not move.

For days, Ruoyao, who had suppressed his primal desires and only sought to seduce mature women, was overjoyed to see this noble goddess finally remove her mask and timidly admit her longing for love. Ruoyao was both delighted by the success of his plan to steal her heart and filled with immense pity for this fallen, vulnerable, and helpless celestial being. Ruoyao gently kissed away the pearls of tears on her face, tightly embracing this exquisitely beautiful and indescribably noble body. Her full and soft body was intoxicating, and what stirred his heart even more was the myriad emotions and allure that filled her noble and elegant face. Ruoyao could not help but feel his heart race and his penis swell and harden. He lowered his head and kissed her bright red, sensual lips. Her lips were so soft they stirred his heart. Ruoyao sucked greedily, his tongue probing towards her teeth.

At first, the beautiful woman's lips remained tightly closed, still retaining a touch of reserve. But under the intruder's forceful penetration, her lips and teeth became a fortified territory. She could only pant and let Ruoyao's nimble tongue roam freely, stirring and licking every corner of her cherry-like mouth. Before long, Jiaxin gradually shed her shyness, becoming immersed in the passionate embrace of their deep kiss. Her tongue, no longer under her control, actively reached out and intertwined tightly with Ruoyao's. This long-dormant beauty blossomed in the passionate kiss of her young lover. Her jade-like hands wrapped around Ruoyao's strong neck, her body limp and weak, yet burning with intense heat.

Jiaxin's mind began to spin, the whole world seemed to have vanished, leaving only the man who had forcefully taken over her lips and tongue, continuously pouring sweet nectar into her sexy little mouth. Her sensitive breasts pressed tightly against Ruoyao's firm chest, her reason gradually blurring, the last vestiges of propriety in her heart crumbling inch by inch under the prolonged, deep kiss. The unique scent of a man wafted over, fresh and unfamiliar yet long-awaited. Was it shame? Was it joy? That long-lost feeling made her tremble with excitement, her burning desire now spreading like wildfire, and she couldn't help but let out a heart-stirring moan. In that instant, the intoxicating taste she hadn't experienced for many years surged back into her heart, yet she was too unfamiliar to respond, and could only let Ruoyao continue his wanton advances!

While passionately kissing her, Ruoyao's hands were also busy. His right hand hung down, caressing and kneading her round, firm, and elastic buttocks through her gold-embroidered clothes, while his left hand rose, stroking her smooth, delicate cheeks, neck, and shoulders. He occasionally twisted his body, squeezing and rubbing her high, soft breasts, while his already hard and erect penis repeatedly struck her lower abdomen and inner thighs. Under Ruoyao's relentless assault, the long-deprived beauty trembled and writhed, panting heavily. Her lustful eyes, filled with desire, gave him a reproachful yet reproachful look, her face a mixture of confusion and wantonness.

The beauty's yearning and impatient gaze was like a powerful aphrodisiac, arousing Ruoyao to the point of burning desire, unable to resist. Unbeknownst to her, the thin straps of the gold-embroidered robe had been pulled to the sides. Feeling that she was about to be naked, Jiaxin could only desperately cling to Ruoyao to prevent the robe from slipping off her body. However, the weak woman, exhausted all over, could not resist the boy's feverish desire. He grasped Jiaxin's shoulders with both hands and pushed her away slightly, causing her snow-white arms, like lotus roots, to hang down. The noble gold-embroidered robe finally slipped off.

Her curvaceous and slender figure was almost entirely displayed before Ruoyao's eyes, with only her mysterious and romantic purple strapless bra and matching silk panties concealing her high breasts and mysterious valleys. The thin bra supported her full breasts, and two rosy nipples could be faintly seen through. Her tender white breasts formed alluring waves as she breathed heavily. Her full breasts, which had never been exposed before, which she could only peek at and fantasize about a few days ago, now stood proudly before her, ready to be played with at her will. The perfectly tailored panties clung to her jade-like buttocks, fully revealing the most alluring curves of her mons pubis. The lace design revealed a tuft of soft down. The secret garden, long neglected, would now be revitalized under her cultivation and caress.

Ruoyao's left hand tightly embraced the almost naked, weak, and feverishly hot body, while his right hand impatiently grasped a full, jade-like breast through the bra. A firm, supple, and incredibly elastic sensation filled his palm, making his blood boil. His palm gently caressed the peak beneath the bra, circling and kneading it lightly. Two fingers gently pinched and skillfully kneaded the swollen, aroused nipple.

Jiaxin was overwhelmed by the strange sensation emanating from her sensitive nipples, her body throbbing as if being devoured by insects. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her eyes glazed over, and she let out a series of intoxicating moans. Her body was limp and powerless, only managing to stay upright thanks to Ruoyao's firm embrace. Waves of indescribable tingling pleasure spread rapidly throughout her lower body, and her long-suppressed desire surged forth. Jiaxin tilted her head back, panting heavily, her eyes burning with a fierce fire. Her face flushed, she whispered seductively, as if in a dream, "Carry me upstairs."

Ruoyao swept her nearly naked, beautiful body across his chest, like carrying a bride, and carried her step by step up to the third floor. For four years, his steps had only reached the jade-like study on the second floor. For four years, he had waited and longed, and today he had finally reached the third floor. It's said that some wealthy people, for security reasons, often build their houses like fortresses, especially their master bedrooms, which are considered impregnable. But even the strongest walls are useless once the defenses crumble. Now, this goddess, lost in passion in his arms, is guiding him to open a forbidden sanctuary untouched by any man for ten years.

The bedroom, occupying the third floor and exceeding twenty square meters, is adorned with an expensive long-haired Persian carpet. Off-white curtains and furniture create a warm and comfortable atmosphere. The most alluring feature is, of course, the knee-sized floral gold brocade bed in the center, with two matching silk pillows on the headboard. Upon closer inspection, the pillowcases are embroidered with auspicious patterns of flowers and a full moon. The comfortable bed, the lonely figure—in the dead of night, will this beautiful woman be overcome with sorrow, only able to weep silently while clutching another pillow?

The thick doors and airtight French windows shut out all the noise and hustle and bustle of the outside world. This absolutely safe and private personal fortress was like a heart that had been closed for ten years. Tonight, this stunning beauty, with flushed cheeks, a burning body, and seductive eyes, had finally invited him to be her intimate guest after his conquest, to share with her the most unknown soul and body in his life. He gently placed her on the edge of the bed. Under the soft light, her delicate, ivory-like body, white and translucent, was shrouded in a dazzling glow, like a flawless, holy, and noble Venus statue. Especially now, her beautiful face, which should have been as pure as a fairy, was full of spring passion and shy anticipation. Ruoyao was so dizzy and thirsty that it took him a while to come back to his senses.

Ruoyao removed all his clothes, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and reached out to tidy Jiaxin's slightly disheveled hair, who was tightly closed and dared not move. He said softly, "Jiaxin, these past few days, you've changed into a different swimsuit every day. I've always hoped that tomorrow you would appear in a breathtaking bikini, but I was disappointed every day. Until today, I finally had the chance to satisfy my desire. You are so beautiful, so touching."

Ruoyao leaned down and gently kissed Jiaxin's fair and smooth forehead and straight, high nose. His hands caressed every inch of her body, which was like a perfect work of art, as if he wanted to imprint the captivating curves sculpted by God into his mind through his hands. His hands gradually moved towards her high mounds, found the hook in the middle of her bra, pulled and released, and the cups bounced to the sides, revealing a pair of firm, trembling, white and tender breasts. Despite knowing this moment would inevitably come, Jiaxin still let out a shy 'ooh' moan. Subconsciously, her body curled up, turning sharply inward, her trembling hands immediately covering her chest, shielding her from the man's predatory gaze. Her

plump, white buttocks and slightly curled, rounded legs formed a beautiful and moving arc; even the most perfect sculpture could not capture the vibrant life of this unparalleled beauty. Ruoyao's eyes practically blazed with desire. His fingers twitched, and he forcefully flipped this flawless, jade-like body onto her supine position. While the beauty was preoccupied with her hands covering her chest, he removed the last obstacle from her lower body. This stunning beauty was now completely naked, lying before Ruoyao. Her once flawless body was now flushed with a thin layer of blush from shyness and passion, making her exceptionally alluring.

Her private parts were exposed without any cover to her lover. Panicked and disoriented, Jiaxin could only squeeze her shapely legs together, a mere attempt to conceal her utter panic. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she let out a soft moan of shame, covering her face with her hands, her beautiful eyes tightly shut, filled with shock and fear, yet utterly helpless. For ten years, she had held an unparalleled position of prestige; how could she have ever been so toyed with? Alas! What could a powerful businesswoman like herself do? What could an elegant and dignified goddess do? All because of a moment's succumbing to lust, she was now reduced to a shameful and helpless puppet.

Seeing his usually aloof and unapproachable, dignified goddess now completely naked, as vulnerable as a docile kitten, lying before him, awaiting his favor and tenderness, Ruoyao felt an overwhelming surge of pride. But this delicious food was hard-won, and he couldn't just swallow it whole. Ruoyao continued to admire Jiaxin's exquisite and graceful body with an aggressively burning gaze. Her soft skin was still so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, white with a rosy glow that seemed to flow with light; her high breasts stood firm and did not sag, outlining extremely beautiful and moving curves; her two cherry-red nipples were like freshly peeled chicken heads, or like bright and dazzling rubies; her flat and fair abdomen was adorned with a charming and delicate navel, and below her abdomen, a thick and dark pubic hair, like a primeval forest, covered a captivating valley, with only the slightly protruding soft mons pubis faintly visible; her long and shapely jade legs were fair and smooth, with delicate texture. Every part of her body was beautiful, truly a rare masterpiece of God.

Feeling Ruoyao's greedy, burning gaze relentlessly roaming over her naked body, Jiaxin's face flushed crimson, her whole body burning with heat. She felt both anxious and ashamed. This boy knew she craved his indulgence, yet he deliberately tormented her like a cat playing with a mouse, making her feel miserable and embarrassed. But now, she was at his mercy, like a fish on the chopping block, and could only pout, "Haven't you seen enough yet?"

Hearing Jiaxin's anxious, coquettish pout, Ruoyao felt immensely triumphant. "You're in a hurry, but I'm not." At this moment, Ruoyao was like a lion pinning down its prey, ready to pick and choose. After feasting his eyes, he gently caressed her silky, snow-white skin. Time had left no trace on this stunning beauty, past forty. He lovingly stroked her, intoxicated by the delicate, smooth texture and immersed in the subtle fragrance of her beautiful body. A cool night breeze gently caressed her snow-white, full breasts, which grew even firmer under the burning gaze. Her rosy areolas, ablaze with desire, gradually glowed an alluring crimson. At the peaks of her pure, erect breasts, a pair of delicate, translucent nipples stood shyly erect, like vibrant flower stamens, awaiting the arrival of ardent admirers. The

vibrant stamens finally attracted the swarms of admirers. Ruoyao's right hand grasped her soft, firm breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, occasionally pinching and rubbing the slightly upturned nipples with two fingers. At the same time, she lowered her head and gently bit the other nipple, sucking it vigorously like a baby seeking food. Had this towering, cloud-piercing Mount Everest been untouched for a long time? Had these alluring purple grapes long forgotten the taste of being suckled and gnawed?

The delicate nipples were sucked with a soft, pleasurable sensation. Jiaxin's brows furrowed slightly, her face flushed, and her sensual red lips parted slightly, her breath coming in heavy, alluring moans with each surge of pleasure. Under Ruoyao's wanton manipulation and teasing stimulation, Jiaxin's supple waist swayed unconsciously, her beautiful face filled with a myriad of irrepressible emotions.

Ruoyao's right hand reluctantly left her firm, elastic breasts, roaming over her smooth skin, not wanting to miss a single corner, gliding over her silky, plump belly, heading straight for her lush, verdant paradise.

For over a decade, no one had ever visited this private sanctuary. But once invaded, the noble goddess, who had been gradually intoxicated by her lover's gentle touch, reflexively arched her body, squeezed her legs together, and cried out in a soft voice, "No!" But at this moment, the gentle boy had become a domineering flower-picking man. His rough palms still covered her most sacred and soft mons pubis, refusing to pull away even a step, and his fingers were skillfully moving rhythmically on her petals. The stream gushed forth from the ravine, wetting the invading fingers. Ruoyao's middle finger slowly parted the two tightly closed petals and inserted into the secret cave hidden beneath the lush grass. The moment it entered, Jiaxin, who had been trying to maintain a dignified image in front of Ruoyao, instantly collapsed. She reacted violently, shaking her head and twisting her delicate body, involuntarily letting out moans from her cherry lips: "Ah...oh..."

Forced into her jade gate by the boy, penetrating her sensitive and sacred private parts, Jiaxin felt an unbearable restlessness. She wanted to break free from his fingers, but the masculine heat emanating from the palm pressed tightly against her vulva had already made her whole body numb and powerless. Ten years had passed, and the long-awaited sensual stimulation filled her with a mixture of shyness and anticipation. Ruoyao's techniques were a hundred times bolder and more skillful than Guodong's; his unbridled nature gave her an unprecedented thrill. Although she maintained her elegant demeanor and constantly forced herself not to be too unrestrained and lewd, as Ruoyao's fingers kneaded and explored her gradually opening, waves of pleasure spread from her lower body to her entire being. Her tightly closed petals parted slightly, revealing the tender pink labia inside. A wave of heat surged up from her lower body, and the uncontrollable desire within her finally erupted. With a series of soft moans, streams of vaginal fluid gushed from her alluring opening, soaking the white sheets.

The waves of tingling, unbearable sensations made Jiaxin's consciousness float away, leaving her utterly disoriented and unaware of the passage of time. The overwhelming tingling and passion were too much for her to bear, and the raging fire of desire burned away any remaining restraint she might have shown. Her long-suppressed primal lust had been fully aroused, and she gasped for breath, her nimble tongue occasionally licking her slightly parted cherry lips, as if she were starving for more. Her flushed skin was covered with glistening beads of sweat, her slender waist swayed like a snake, and her shapely, long legs, no longer tightly closed, unconsciously responded to her lover's caresses. The relentless surge of carnal pleasure assaulted her reason time and again, until finally her lower body unconsciously twisted and thrust, much like a long-deprived woman, her mind filled only with primal desire. Elegance, dignity, and morality were all disregarded; this noble goddess was beyond her control. An unbearable emptiness caused her to abandon all her principles. Her eyes were languid, and she cried out in a seductive voice, "Ruoyao! Please, stop teasing me! Come on, I'm in so much pain!"

"The flower path has never been swept for guests, but today the humble gate is opened for you." The beautiful fairy, graceful and elegant, finally succumbed to her rising desire under his omnipresent seduction. She cast aside the constraints of propriety and the pretense beneath her noble mask, inviting him to mount her. Ruoyao felt a surge of imperial conquest, yet he deliberately teased her, "Jiaxin, is it really possible? Am I dreaming?"

Jiaxin shyly opened her beautiful eyes, overflowing with spring's passion, her gaze filled with expectation, her heart... Shen Xu nodded slightly, then closed her eyes, and said shyly, "You big bad guy, you always tease me. I'll do whatever you want." Hearing the super beauty's undisguised seductive words, Ruoyao felt a surge of heat spread from his lower abdomen. He could no longer resist. He first moved Jiaxin's burning body to the center of the bed, then jumped onto her incomparably beautiful body. Her crystal-clear body, beautiful face, alluring fragrance, and intoxicating aura made Ruoyao feel as if he were burning with fire, and his erect penis swelled and ached.

Ruoyao gently used his knee to pry open Jiaxin's snow-white legs. Her supine body twisted gently, her high breasts heaving rapidly, and her whole body exuded an indescribable spring-like aura. Ruoyao raised his erect penis and aimed it at her sexy and alluring vulva. He first gently rubbed it back and forth at the entrance, then thrust it against her rosy clitoris. Her honeyed orifice could not withstand the stimulation, and shameful lustful fluids kept flowing out. Ruoyao's thick penis first pushed in inch by inch, then forcefully thrust all the way to the end. Although the opening was narrow and tight, the overflowing, moist, and tender flesh still fully swallowed Ruoyao's long penis, completely engulfing it.

For ten years, she had never known the fragrance of silk. As his penis broke through her door, she first felt a dizzying sensation, followed by a soft cry of "Ah...!" As if unable to withstand this sudden and fierce invasion, Jiaxin's delicate eyebrows furrowed, tears streaming down her face, as fragile as a willow in the wind. The boy, who had initially intended to unleash a torrent of abuse, couldn't help but feel a surge of tenderness upon seeing her. He bent down, gently smoothing Jiaxin's disheveled hair with both hands, and whispered softly, "I'm sorry, I hurt you." He gently wiped away the tear stains on Jiaxin's cheeks, kissed her shy, fragrant lips, and lightly bit her straight nose, tenderly caring for this stunning beauty who was momentarily flustered.

His erect penis remained inside her warm, moist opening, no longer thrusting, waiting for her to gradually adjust. Under her lover's tender caresses, the slight pain gradually subsided. In the shy and awkward silence, the large, hot, and hard penis between her legs brought a full, throbbing sensation and waves of tingling pleasure. Her misty, tearful eyes slowly transformed into a tender gaze. The long-awaited, intoxicating pleasure ignited her pent-up sexual desire of the past ten years. Her passion was rekindled, and with a soft moan, she unconsciously twisted her body, her slender waist and full hips swaying gently as she enjoyed the tingling pleasure brought by the friction between the penis and her honeyed orifice. At this moment, she was like an alluring, delicate flower, shy and fragile, yet yearning for the nourishment of life.

Ruoyao, of course, understood her current reaction and needs, secretly pleased with himself. He asked, somewhat knowingly, "Jiaxin, does it still hurt?" Jiaxin blushed deeply, "It...it doesn't anymore, but...it's very...it's very itchy inside." Ruoyao gently nibbled on Jiaxin's delicate earlobe, softly asking, "Then what should we do?" Upon hearing this, Jiaxin was overwhelmed with shame, like a virgin experiencing her first time, unable to answer. Seeing this, Ruoyao stopped teasing and gradually began to thrust slowly, pressing his thick chest against her firm, erect, and incredibly soft breasts, squeezing and rubbing them, feeling incredibly comfortable.

Long deprived of a man's affection, the mature woman's unsatisfied desire boiled like fire. Under Ruoyao's teasing, rubbing, and gentle thrusting, her delicate nipples hardened, her alluring body writhed intensely, her bright red lips parted slightly, uttering intoxicating sounds, her slender waist swaying ecstatically, welcoming the large penis that had penetrated her. Seeing the noble goddess pinned beneath him, consumed by lust and uttering lewd moans, Ruoyao knew he had drawn her into the passionate throes of lovemaking. His movements, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, his large penis thrusting in and out of her, driving Jiaxin to the brink of ecstasy. Seeing Jiaxin's wanton abandon, Ruoyao increased the speed and force of his thrusts, a series of powerful strokes penetrating deep into her flesh, striking her sensitive clitoris. Her vaginal fluids overflowed like a burst dam, echoing the relentless slapping of his firm abdomen against her snow-white mons pubis, producing a series of slapping sounds.

For ten years, Jiaxin could only weave erotic fantasies in her dreams or resort to masturbation to barely scratch the itch. Finally, she tasted the long-lost pleasure of intimacy again. Unable to resist the waves of tingling, itchy, and numbing pleasure emanating from her vagina, she breathed heavily and moaned beautifully, "Ah...so comfortable...ah...so beautiful...ah..."

Ruoyao lifted his upper body, victoriously straddling the beautiful and alluring body, watching the stunning beauty, her cries of pleasure and desperate submission as he lashed out with his massive member. The once aloof and noble goddess was now merely a captive begging for mercy beneath him. The psychological thrill of conquest fueled his thrusts even more vigorously.

The intoxicating pleasure made her furrow her brows slightly from time to time, letting out inexplicable moans and groans: "Ruoyao, be gentle... ah... harder... oh..."

Ruoyao watched as the usually dignified and elegant goddess, after having her long-suppressed desire aroused, became so wanton. He thrust his penis in and out with even greater force. Her long-neglected garden was still very tight, and each thrust made his penis feel incredibly comfortable. Coupled with her moans and pleas for mercy, it only fueled Ruoyao's excitement.

Under the relentless onslaught of her strong and vigorous lover, Jiaxin's alabaster-like body grew hot, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, and she moaned softly, lost in the carnal pleasure of lovemaking. Her desire raging, her hunger unbearable, she raised her bent legs high, tightly hooking them around Ruoyao's back, allowing her young lover to ride on her mature and alluring body. She fiercely raised her hips, her wild twists matching Ruoyao's thrusting hips, completely surrendering to the surging pleasure of desire. On the violently shaking Simmons mattress, Jiaxin cried out and moaned with abandon, emitting seductive, soul-stirring cries. Primal lust triumphed over reason and ethics; long lonely and thirsty, she finally let go, welcoming Ruoyao's fierce onslaught, as if to satisfy her long-empty desires all at once.

Full of energy, Ruoyao was no longer satisfied with the normal supine position on the bed. He swept Jiaxin's upper body up in his arms. Jiaxin, still dazed, suddenly saw herself and Ruoyao facing each other, their lower bodies still tightly joined. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her alluring eyes closed shyly, and she dared not move. He pulled her soft, naked body into his embrace, stood up from the trembling Simmons mattress, and began to thrust his large, hot penis up and down within her tight vagina, the mattress's elasticity providing the perfect rhythm. Jiaxin, fearing she might slip, clung tightly to Ruoyao's body like an octopus. Her delicate, firm nipples rubbed against his bare chest muscles with each of his violent thrusts. The massive penis thrust deeper and deeper into her vagina, and an irresistible pleasure overwhelmed her. She frantically responded, moaning and groaning, her breath coming in gasps of ecstasy. Unable to withstand the overwhelming stimulation, Jiaxin finally let go and cried out, "Ah...ah...so...so beautiful...uh...oh...ah...I'm going to fly...flying..." "Ah! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum!"

The penis continued to thrust in and out of her vagina without ceasing, covered in sticky vaginal fluid, making obscene noises. She felt her vagina burning hot, her vision blurring, and her soul fading away. Ebb and flow again in the raging sea of desire, extreme pleasure coursed through every limb, an irresistible tingling and itching sensation coursing through her body. Jiaxin arched her slender waist, a heart-stirring moan escaping her nose. A spasm erupted from her vagina, and warm, slippery fluids gushed out like a gushing fountain, scalding the large glans pressing against her clitoris. Ruoyao felt as if he were ascending to heaven, unable to control his unbridled impulse. After a tremor, his penis released its pent-up ejaculation, a large gush of hot semen forcefully shooting into the dark, deep womb of the noble goddess. Streams of fluids, a mixture of their own and each other's, flowed from deep within, soaking their joined bodies. Overwhelmed by extreme pleasure and exhaustion after release, Ruoyao could no longer stand. The two of them, limbs tightly intertwined, collapsed onto the trembling Simmons mattress, simultaneously letting out satisfied and wanton breaths.

6. After her climax, Jiaxin's entire body went limp, but her limbs still clung tightly to Ruoyao like an octopus, keeping his penis inside her vagina.

"Was it comfortable?"

"Mmm..." Jiaxin nestled nestled in the man's strong embrace, her starry eyes slightly open, a hint of spring in her lips, letting out a soft moan, her tone filled with boundless satisfaction and charm, deeply immersed in the unparalleled comfort of her climax.

The carnal climax gradually faded in the cool of midnight, and the moral and ethical constraints that were hard to completely erase surged into her heart again. Since Guodong's death, she had remained chaste for ten years, so why was she now unable to resist the temptation of her young lover, wantonly accommodating this demon star in her destiny? Especially since her lover was just a young boy about the same age as her son, Jiaxin couldn't help but feel ashamed for indulging her desires and ashamed for her dissolute behavior. Her eyes were filled with confusion, and she suddenly sighed softly: "Ruoyao, am I very lewd? Are we committing a crime?"

Ruoyao could feel her struggle and unease after her passion cooled down. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pressed the two of them tightly together.

"Jiaxin, you've worked so hard for the past ten years. During the day, you toiled tirelessly for your career, and after nightfall, you endured the loneliness of solitude. Finally, your son is grown up and ready to take over your family business; you've fulfilled your responsibilities as a mother without regret. But there are many things in life worth cherishing. You shouldn't bury your life in daily loneliness. A woman at forty is like a flower in full bloom, deserving admiration and appreciation. You are that blooming, beautiful flower, entitled to seek nourishment and care from those who love and cherish you, so that you may bloom even more beautifully. Don't be ashamed! Primal desires are a natural need for a mature woman; food and sex are fundamental human needs, and male pleasure..." "There's nothing wrong with a woman's love."

Hearing Ruoyao's heartfelt defense of her indulgence, Jiaxin's anxious heart calmed down considerably. If even Ruoyao couldn't understand her fear and instead mocked her promiscuity, she would truly die of shame. Fortunately, Ruoyao lovingly exonerated her from the shackles of morality. She embraced him tightly with tenderness, joyfully accepting this destined soulmate. Her cherry lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, and she said, "In ten years, I have never been as happy as I have been these past ten days! Life is no longer monotonous; every day is full of surprises. That's why I've been hopelessly seduced by you, this devil, and can't extricate myself."

"Was this amazing journey fun?"

"Mmm!"

Seeing this strong woman's tender and submissive infatuated expression, Ruoyao's wild side resurfaced: "Jiaxin, you feel sticky and uncomfortable all over. How about we take a bath together?"

Jiaxin blushed immediately, lowered her head, neither daring to agree nor refuse, only displaying a shy and compliant expression. Seeing the delicate appearance of the beauty in his arms, Ruoyao's heart fluttered. He thought that no matter how noble a woman is, once she falls in love, she will abandon her pride and become a clingy little bird. So, without waiting for Jiaxin's answer, he reached out and picked her up, softly asking, "Where's the bathroom?"

Jiaxin blushed shyly, not daring to answer, only pointing her trembling little finger to the right side of the bed. It turned out that, for the sake of the overall design of the bedroom, the bathroom was cleverly hidden behind an exquisite sliding door next to the wardrobe. The bathroom, constructed of black and white marble, was at least seven or eight square meters in size. Two marble vanities sat on either side, and the shower room featured a Swiss-style full-body massage showerhead. It also boasted a steam room, sauna, and jacuzzi—everything one could need. Waterproof high-end speakers were even mounted on the walls. The exquisite and luxurious amenities perfectly reflected the prestige and taste of this stunning female CEO. A cabinet overflowed with beauty products like fruit acid lotion, collagen, and cell-activating serums. No wonder this woman, well into her forties, possessed the allure of a woman in her thirties and the flawless skin of a young girl. Her mature charm and captivating allure were far beyond the reach of any naive young girl.

Under the soft lighting, her stunningly beautiful face, shapely figure, and radiant skin stood naked in the bathroom, a scene of sensual beauty and fragrant aroma. Ruoyao reached out and turned on the showerhead. The splashing water clung to Jiaxin's naked body, making her flushed face glow. Her breasts, glistening with water droplets, were like fresh, ripe peaches, fresh and tempting after a rain shower. Pearl-like droplets dripped from the towering peaks, sliding into the beautiful lake, flowing across the flat grassland, nourishing the glossy spring grass—a scene as beautiful as a captivating animation.

"Let me help you apply shower gel!"

Without waiting for her response, Ruoyao began to gently lather the shy, beautiful woman. Jiaxin blushed deeply at this unexpected gesture, her head bowed, accepting her lover's every touch with shy tenderness. Why was this young man so bold and open? Why did she always willingly submit to his control? Was it this boy's passion and vitality that so deeply attracted her aging heart, leaving her defenseless and a prisoner of his love?

Taking advantage of the opportunity to massage her, Ruoyao lovingly caressed the smooth, delicate skin of the beautiful woman, teasing her full, soft breasts and adorable rosy nipples. He gently stroked her slender, graceful waist, his hands sliding over her smooth, white, soft belly, playing with her round, pert buttocks. Turning her around, he didn't even spare her straight, elegant, silk-like back. Ruoyao's unrestrained teasing and flirting once again aroused the timid, bewildered beauty in his arms, making her pant softly and blush with shyness.

After finally finishing applying shower gel for her, knowing she was shy, he didn't let her apply it for him. He quickly and haphazardly applied some himself, then cupped Jiaxin's shyly lowered head in his hands and pressed his lips deeply into her luscious red lips, kissing her until Jiaxin blushed, her heart pounded, and she could barely breathe. Afraid of slipping in the wet bathroom, she could only wrap her arms around Ruoyao's strong waist, their two naked bodies, both covered in shower gel, pressed tightly together. The lubricating effect of the shower gel made their beautiful bodies appear even softer and smoother. Their limbs writhed in a tight embrace, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, as they rubbed each other with shower gel. This unprecedented and wonderful experience stimulated Jiaxin's incredibly tender, rosy nipples, causing them to swell and turn red. Suddenly, she felt a series of sensations pressing against her lower abdomen. Looking down, she saw that Ruoyao's penis had become erect and hard again in a short time, pressing against her soft abdomen, eager to move. Waves of novel and intoxicating stimulation surged up, and the passion that had subsided was stirred up again by the deliberate teasing of her young lover's extraordinary energy. Unable to contain her desire, Jiaxin twisted her body and let out murmured moans, yearning to reach another peak of lust.

Seeing Jiaxin's alluring, seductive, and shyly alluring appearance, yearning for another passionate encounter, Ruoyao mischievously turned on the shower, letting the water spray over them both. The water washed away the foam, slightly cooling their burgeoning desire.

Ruoyao pulled Jiaxin into his arms, letting her lie flat in the hot tub already filled with hot water. The large tub rippled with fragrant water, her full, soft breasts bobbing and undulating in the rushing water. He couldn't resist straddling the breathtakingly beautiful woman's body on either side, reaching out to casually knead one breast in each hand. The soft yet firm touch was incredibly pleasurable, irresistible. Ruoyao exclaimed sincerely, "Jiaxin, your breasts are so big and round, soft yet firm to the touch. They're wonderful to look at and feel, truly..." "It's a perfect masterpiece of the Creator."

Her breasts, freshly cleansed with shower gel and washed with warm water, were indescribably white and delicate. Ruoyao passionately sucked on her small nipples. His thick, erect penis, as he knelt and leaned forward, constantly pressed against Jiaxin's soft, sexy abdomen, stimulating her voluptuous and mature body. Although they had just experienced passionate lovemaking, this was the first time in her life that they had been able to play together in the bathtub like mandarin ducks, completely naked. Fresh and curious, yet also strange and embarrassed, she could only let her young lover manipulate her with all sorts of tricks.

Ruoyao pulled Jiaxin, who was lying flat in the bathtub, up and slid into the water, so that he was lying flat in the tub. He wrapped his large hands around Jiaxin's slender waist, slowly lifting her soft, boneless body. He adjusted the angle, aligning her moist, slightly parted vulva with his already erect and throbbing penis, and gently lowered it. His penis broke in once again, and Jiaxin couldn't help but let out a loud moan, a sound that was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure. Being manipulated in this woman-on-top position for the first time, she felt shy as her penis seemed to penetrate deeper, touching places she had never been able to reach before. Jiaxin was bewildered by this completely unfamiliar position, as if seeking something reliable, leaning down to embrace Ruoyao and lean against his broad chest. Ruoyao, however, was mischievous, grabbing her arms and pushing her up, making her straddle him. He then used his hands to grasp her soft, fragrant breasts, kneading them incessantly. Ignoring her shyness and helplessness, he whispered, "Jiaxin, I've already entered your inner chambers, what's there to be shy about? Move around yourself, find your favorite angle and pressure."

Stimulated simultaneously, Jiaxin couldn't help but arch her back and sway her hips, her plump buttocks repeatedly striking Ruoyao's crotch. In this horse-riding position, each thrust of his large penis penetrated her mysterious and sacred flesh, heavily piercing the deepest, most sensitive core, bringing unprecedented and wondrous pleasure. All restraint was now superfluous; Jiaxin wantonly adjusted the angles and pressure, sometimes moaning softly, sometimes crying out loudly, lost in the pursuit of primal lust. Her once pure and refined face was now filled with lustful allure, her once clear and bright eyes burning with raging desire.

The splashing water, the slapping sounds of a man and woman's struggle, and the gasps and screams of wild satisfaction intertwined to create a beautiful symphony. Ruoyao's hands tightly embraced Jiaxin's slender, boneless waist, his large penis beginning to thrust in and out in rhythm with her movements. Her beautiful body rose and fell, her full breasts heaving, shimmering with dazzling light, occasionally dripping a few glistening drops of water. Under Ruoyao's intense thrusting, Jiaxin's face flushed, her eyes glazed, she writhed wantonly, uttering ecstatic, dreamlike moans and cries! Casting aside all past repression, she wantonly yielded to this destined soulmate, relentlessly and frantically fucking him, fully enjoying the ecstasy and satisfaction brought by primal lust.

Casting aside all constraints and removing all masks, she openly faced her desires, savoring wave after wave of tingling, dizzying carnal pleasure. The massive penis thrust deeper and deeper into her tight vagina, sending her soul soaring to the heavens. Suddenly, Jiaxin's legs clamped tightly around the boy's body, her whole body trembling violently, letting out a hoarse scream as her vaginal fluids gushed out like a spring, reaching the ultimate ecstasy of their union.

After her climax, the limp and powerless Jiaxin collapsed into Ruoyao's arms, comfortably embraced by her young lover, both immersed in the warm pool. Her cheeks, flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm, were so alluring, her beautiful eyes filled with the sweet afterglow of a storm. Jiaxin parted her cherry lips slightly: "The climax of lovemaking is so pleasurable, I've never experienced anything like it before. Ruoyao! Why didn't I meet you sooner?"

Such tender words were more intoxicating than the strongest aphrodisiac. Ruoyao, still burning with desire, embraced her and began thrusting again with great force. Only then did Jiaxin realize that the penis inside her was still rock hard. Her face paled, and she begged for mercy repeatedly: "Oh! Ruoyao, please have mercy! I can't take it anymore, I really... I can't take it... Ah!" Seeing the usually elegant, noble, and aloof female CEO become so weak and pleading for mercy after her climax, unable to withstand the renewed stimulation, Ruoyao paused for a moment, then stopped, lovingly kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose, enjoying a different kind of beauty in his warm embrace.

The lukewarm water massaged their languid bodies after passionate lovemaking, so comforting that they longed to lie in the bath, savoring the lingering, enchanting afterglow. A lover like Ruoyao is priceless; thankfully, she had him, allowing her to rediscover the second spring of life. The gradually cooling water helped the couple regain their energy after their passionate lovemaking. After a quick rinse, Ruoyao picked up the docile beauty, laid her down on the large, comfortable Simmons mattress, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The

morning light filtering through the curtains awakened the couple from their night of frenzied passion.

"Jiaxin, did you sleep well?"

Remembering the frenzied lovemaking under her lover's every touch last night, experiencing unprecedented pleasure and climax, and feeling limp and exhausted after the intense passion, Jiaxin, who had fallen asleep in his arms last night and was still naked beside him, remained silent and shy, only letting out a soft "Mmm" in response, her eyes radiating boundless, contented love.

Seeing the tenderness in the beautiful woman's eyes, Ruoyao embraced Jiaxin, who was nestled against his chest, and kissed her passionately.

"Is it better to sleep alone or share a bed?"

She slightly curled up, pressing her cheek against Ruoyao's chest, her right hand gently stroking his broad chest, and said with infinite tenderness, "Now I understand why some women are willing to give up fame, fortune, and status, just for a man they love. No matter how comfortable the bed is, it's not as comfortable as your broad chest. I really hope I can lie in your arms forever, fall asleep in your arms, and wake up in your arms. Ruoyao! I'm so happy and comfortable. Without you, I don't know how long I would have to endure these lonely and desolate days!"

Hearing this elegant and graceful goddess's bold and unreserved confession, Ruoyao pulled Jiaxin to his chest, gently stroking her hair, back, and buttocks with infinite affection. The goddess's full and soft breasts pressed against Ruoyao's broad chest, and every movement brought an incomparably comfortable feeling.

"Jiaxin, when did you start to fall in love with me? Was it after you skipped swimming class that day, struggling with whether or not to bravely pursue love? Deciding to give yourself to me on Valentine's Day?"

"No, I didn't! You forced me!" Feeling a shy embarrassment at having her thoughts exposed, Jiaxin lightly patted Ruoyao's chest, stubbornly denying it.

"Still saying no? Look, even the pillowcase has a 'perfect harmony' pattern. Doesn't that mean you're expecting something?"

"You're so naughty, always thinking such things!" Unexpectedly, her observant lover wouldn't let her off easily, so she could only whine and bury her flushed face against him.

The playful banter between lovers was so sweet and touching. Ruoyao, unwilling to let the defenseless beauty off easily, cupped Jiaxin's blushing cheeks in his hands.

"You're lying. I can hear your heartbeat, and from it, I can decipher even more subtle thoughts. Tell me honestly, were you worried that our time alone together wouldn't last much, so you sent Zhang Ma away while meticulously preparing last night's Valentine's Day dinner? Ha! Ha! You even went so far as to dress yourself up to be the most tempting dish at the dinner, not only to make yourself look, smell, and taste amazing, but also to put a lot of thought into what to wear. Hmm! That gold-embroidered dress perfectly showcased your noble temperament and graceful figure. Jiaxin, you have great taste and vision, but... perhaps deep down you have a shameful thought: that low-cut dress with thin straps has another advantage—it can be easily pulled off, so you can avoid too much embarrassment if I'm clumsy and don't know how to undress you, right?"

With a soft cry of "Ah!", Jiaxin felt her yearning, struggle, and anxious journey of desire laid bare before her lover's all-seeing gaze. Her body burning, she writhed against him, and after a long while, she said coquettishly, "You're so naughty! You can't hide anything from me! You knew I was already determined to give myself to you, yet you still teased me so much, making me so embarrassed! You're so naughty... so naughty..."

“Jiaxin, if I don’t corner you like this, how can I see the shy beauty of this noble goddess fallen to earth? If I don’t do this, how can you open your heart and pursue the desires in your life? Jiaxin, do you know? I’ve been holding back so much these past few days, especially now that your super beautiful, voluptuous, and mature body is moving all over me. And you still owe me one yesterday, and now I want to be naughty again.”

Jiaxin, who was lying on Ruoyao’s chest, flirting and whispering sweet nothings to her lover, heard that her lover wanted to make love again. Just now, she felt a burning sensation from the touch of his penis on her inner thigh. She didn’t know when Ruoyao’s erect penis had been peeking out of her secret place, eager to move. Jiaxin’s face turned red and she said coquettishly, “Ruoyao, please spare me! I’ve never been this crazy in ten years. Yours… is so thick and so big, and… my… my… it hurts a little now.”

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm inexperienced and didn't know my own strength, I hurt you. Let me see what's wrong?" After turning Jiaxin over to lie flat, Ruoyao sat up with concern and was about to spread Jiaxin's legs apart.

"Ah... Ruoyao... no!" Jiaxin was so shy that she almost wanted to crawl into a hole, and hurriedly turned to the side and curled up, saying shyly.

"It's okay, don't be shy, let me see what's wrong?" Ruoyao gently but somewhat forcefully straightened Jiaxin's beautiful body, and spread her snow-white and rounded jade legs. At the base of her snow-white and smooth thighs, her vulva was high and protruding, covered with soft and fine pubic hair. Her two pink petals were tightly closed, and from the tightly closed seam, one could vaguely see the charming and sexy jade hole. Her two delicate and tender labia were indeed a little red and swollen.

Thinking of a woman's most mysterious and sacred private parts, being stared at and touched so closely by a man's hot eyes, Jiaxin was so ashamed that she closed her eyes tightly and dared not move.

"It's really a bit swollen and red!" Ruoyao said gently and tenderly, while simultaneously flashing through his mind the 69 position of oral sex in adult films. This position avoided touching the swollen vulva and allowed him to try new and exciting techniques he had never experienced before. Seeing Jiaxin shyly closing her eyes, he straddled her, buried his head in her perpetually sunless secret garden, and extended his tongue to lick and circle the inside of her smooth, glistening thighs. Seeing a slight trickle of moisture seeping from the juncture of her petals, his tongue couldn't help but thirstily explore the tender, moist vulva, gently rubbing and licking the swollen, red, and swollen labia, as if trying to heal it and relieve its pain.

"Ah! Ah!" Under Ruoyao's nimble tongue, Jiaxin's already flushed face turned even redder, and a low, trembling sound escaped her lips. Even when Guodong was still alive, in their more than ten years of intimate relations, the conservative and reserved Guodong had never been so reckless. This little devil must have learned so many tricks from who-knows-where. As Ruoyao's nimble tongue relentlessly kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled, waves of indescribable pleasure surged through her brain. When her tongue parted the tightly closed, delicate petals and penetrated deeply into her jade crevice, the inexplicable, fresh, tingling sensation in her tender orifice made her writhe uncontrollably, her whole body trembling, emitting seductive moans, "Ah…ouch…you're licking…licking me so hard…I can't take it." Jiaxin gasped and writhed, her jade buttocks high, her legs spread wider, her delicate petals and stamens moist and burning. Ruoyao suddenly took the small, tender clitoris into her mouth, entwining and gently biting. This refined lady, with no experience in oral sex, couldn't withstand such stimulation. A surge of spring tide rushed forth, her honeyed juices flowing freely, as if her soul had been scattered, reaching an unprecedented climax once more.

As Jiaxin gradually calmed down from the climax, she thought of Ruoyao's gentle care and concern for her, and a surge of love welled up in her heart. Her beautiful eyes slightly opened, and she was about to confess her feelings when she saw Ruoyao's large, erect penis, throbbing vigorously before her eyes. She was instantly filled with shame, her face burning red. Never before had she seen a man's erect penis so close. Jiaxin was both embarrassed and curious. Her delicate, narrow, and barely perceptible private parts had been violated by this large thing, and it had been violently thrust into and pounded, no wonder they were red, swollen, and broken. Yet it was this towering, ugly thing that powerfully reclaimed her long-barren secret garden, causing her to lose her mind and become infatuated. Both her body and heart were conquered by it, willingly allowing it to ravage and ravage her noble body.

Thinking of her lover's restraint in suppressing his lust from last night until this morning, afraid of hurting her tender love, Jiaxin was deeply moved. She reached out her slender hand and gently grasped the thick penis before her. The hot shaft felt heavy and substantial in her small hand, trembling with youthful vitality. Jiaxin lovingly rubbed the large penis in her hand, feeling its wonder. Unexpectedly, the already thick penis became even longer under her rubbing, the glans moist and smooth, the urethral opening slightly open as if ready to devour her. Whether from thirst or awe of its magic, Jiaxin reverently brought her small mouth to it, her delicate tongue shyly licking the slightly moist glans, recalling the unparalleled pleasure it had brought her. As she licked, Jiaxin blushed deeply, realizing that the large penis had become even harder and hotter under her caresses, like a roaring beast. With a mixture of awe and tenderness, Jiaxin opened her cherry-like mouth and took the throbbing, erect penis into her mouth, sucking and manipulating it, trying to soothe its long-suppressed "anger."

Ruoyao watched as this once sacred and inviolable goddess, whom he had held dear, buried her face between his legs, performing oral sex on him with her sexy, fragrant cherry-like mouth. The stark contrast between goddess and goddess, angel and harlot, evoked a psychological thrill of conquest that was far more intense and stimulating than physical pleasure. A tingling, pleasurable sensation surged through him like waves as Jiaxin's small mouth teased him, intensely stimulating his nerves and rushing to his long-suppressed lower abdomen. The semen he had been holding back all night could no longer be controlled. Ruoyao roared, and his semen gushed out like a spring, instantly entering Jiaxin's wet, warm mouth. Realizing he shouldn't have been so lewd towards this noble goddess, Ruoyao quickly withdrew his convulsing penis. The remaining force, still strong, shot onto Jiaxin's dark hair, flushed face, and slender neck, finally dripping onto her high, firm breasts.

As the semen was released, the pent-up urge was satisfied. Ruoyao let out a comfortable groan, "Oh!" His whole body convulsed, unable to control himself for a long time. He never expected that the obscene scenes he had only seen in Japanese adult films would actually appear before his eyes, and the female lead was a stunningly beautiful woman. He saw white semen dripping from Jiaxin's mouth, her glistening chest covered in specks, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, her face filled with panic. Ruoyao, both smug and pitying, said gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just couldn't control myself after holding back for so long."

Under her lover's tender comfort, Jiaxin gradually calmed down and said softly, with a mixture of self-pity and submissiveness, "Oh! You little devil! I don't know where you learned so many tricks, making me feel embarrassed and ashamed time and time again, yet also giving me a fresh and exciting experience each time. Everyone else only sees my glamorous, luxurious exterior, but only you understand the loneliness and needs deep inside me. You constantly tease me, making me fall in love with you like a demon, step by step..." I'm now deeply entangled in your web of tenderness and wildness, my heart filled with anxiety every day, unable to extricate myself. Alas, from the moment I welcomed you into my home last night, I was determined to submit to you and pay tribute. I just never expected you to be so shrewd, seeing right through me. What else can I do but willingly submit and become your prisoner, obediently letting you manipulate me? You are my true emperor. As a surrendered soldier, all my favors are but imperial grace, and everything is now at your mercy. You big bad guy! You've ruined me! I can't live without you anymore. Before Zhihao and Ruyu returned, you were with me every moment, weren't you?" "The End"

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