Gynecologist and Male Doctor [Full] - 17

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Chapter 157 Subduing the Hall Master

After resting for a while, Zhu Qianqian gave Qiu Yuting oral sex again before he ejaculated.

Having swallowed all of Qiu Yuting's essence, a slightly tired Zhu Qianqian sat on his lap, leaning gently against him. The two remained silent for some time, enjoying their intimacy with their eyes closed, when they heard a very faint knocking sound coming from the VIP ward. Qiu Yuting opened his eyes

, glanced at Zhu Qianqian who was looking at him with a puzzled expression, and said, "Maybe Black Whistle has woken up. I'll go check on him. You can rest here a little longer."

"I want to go to the rooftop for some fresh air,"

Zhu Qianqian said.

"That's fine, just don't stay too long."

After saying that, Qiu Yuting kissed Zhu Qianqian on the cheek, helped her stand up, and walked towards the VIP ward. Zhu Qianqian then walked towards the front of the corridor, heading towards the rooftop.

Qiu Yuting stood outside the glass window of the VIP ward, looking at the dark room. Due to the special glass, he couldn't see what was happening inside, but faint vibrations still reached his ears. To investigate, Qiu Yuting, pistol tucked into his hand, pushed open the door.

Before even entering, a gust of wind rushed towards him. Qiu Yuting, whose perception seemed to have become incredibly sharp, tilted his head to avoid it, grabbed the black whistle's fist, pressed the pistol against his forehead, and walked into the VIP ward, kicking the door shut.

"I heard… you have a younger brother in jail,"

Qiu Yuting said bluntly.

Zhu Qianqian had just stepped onto the rooftop when she saw a well-proportioned nurse gripping the railing, gazing up at the bright crescent moon. Her face immediately fell, wondering if the nurse had just witnessed her and Qiu Yuting making love.

Hearing footsteps, nurse Wang Ruoyu turned around and saw Zhu Qianqian in a fiery red evening gown, exuding an imposing air of nobility. Wang Ruoyu seemed a little uneasy, but being very polite, she quickly said, "The moon is so bright tonight. Did you come up to the rooftop so late to see the moon too?"

"It's a bit stuffy, so I came up to get some fresh air," Zhu Qianqian replied.

The sociable Zhu Qianqian walked over and stood next to Wang Ruoyu. The cool breeze made Zhu Qianqian shiver involuntarily. Wearing that evening gown was indeed very eye-catching, and a bit chilly. The weather, nearing October, seemed to be associated with gloom, making her shiver again. Zhu Qianqian turned to look at Wang Ruoyu. With a pert nose, full breasts, and a slender waist, she was also quite pretty, somewhat resembling the Japanese actress Aoi Sora. Seeing the hint of fear in her eyes, Zhu Qianqian asked, "Aren't you off work yet this late?"

"I...I'm off work."

Meeting Zhu Qianqian's somewhat intense gaze, Wang Ruoyu's heart pounded. She quickly covered her chest and continued, "I didn't want to go back to the dorm so early, it's too boring, so I came to the rooftop for a walk. The wind is cool, the moon is bright, it feels so refreshing."

"I thought nurses who deal with syringes were the kind who didn't appreciate scenery, but I was wrong. What's your name?"

Zhu Qianqian asked.

"Wang Ruoyu, an intern nurse at this hospital. And you?"

"Me?"

Zhu Qianqian paused for a moment. She was quite famous in Nanping City, not only for her stunning appearance but also for her aloof and unapproachable personality. She hadn't expected Wang Ruoyu to not know who she was. Looking at Wang Ruoyu's clear eyes, Zhu Qianqian smiled and said, "My name is Zhu Qianqian. You should know me, right?" A touch

of pride in her voice, Zhu Qianqian countered.

Wang Ruoyu, who used to only know how to study and now only knows how to work hard in the hospital in hopes of successfully passing her internship, didn't know Zhu Qianqian at all. She wanted to shake her head, but felt that would be too impolite, so she replied, "I rarely pay attention to TV or newspapers, so I probably don't know who you are."

"I'm not a celebrity, I'm just an ordinary person. When did you come up here?"

Zhu Qianqian finally got to the point.

Under the threat of a gun, the black whistle was forced to release his grip, slumped onto the hospital bed, and didn't say a word. His face was extremely pale, as if his parents had died. Black Whistle seemed to ponder Qiu Yuting's sudden words for a long time. The few simple words struck him like raindrops, causing his expression to shift constantly. After a long silence, he finally replied, "I do have a younger brother, but he's in prison. Don't try to use him to threaten me!"

"I'm not threatening you, I'm trying to bribe you. How about we make a deal? I'll get your brother out of prison, and you help me control the Black Tiger Gang."

Qiu Yuting didn't have the absolute power to get Black Whistle's brother out, but to keep him in check, he had to lie. He'd done plenty of evil things anyway, one more wouldn't make a difference.

"It was Miss who told you about me, right? Heh, I have my own way of rescuing my brother, you don't need to worry about it."

Black Whistle rejected Qiu Yuting's proposal. He was very arrogant and never liked to bow down to others. Just like he said before, he would only bow down to Zhu Ming, the former leader of the Black Tiger Gang. He admired Zhu Ming's cold and unruly personality, decisive ability to handle things, and his arrogant dream of conquering the world. As for the young but arrogant man in front of him, Black Whistle had no idea how deep his strength was.

"Regardless of who said it, the important thing is that I can rescue your brother and reunite you two. What Zhu Ming couldn't do, I can. If you agree, we will both receive generous rewards. You can continue as the head of the Black Tiger Gang and reunite with your brother every day. I will completely replace Zhu Ming and become the second leader of the Black Tiger Gang. I will also absorb the other gangs in Nanping City and bring them all under the name of the Black Tiger Gang."

After a pause, Qiu Yuting continued, "It's beneficial for both of us. But if you refuse to cooperate, you will die here, your brother will rot in prison like moldy bread, and as for me... it's just a little difficult to do things. But I believe that because Zhu Qianqian is Zhu Ming's sister, many people in the Black Tiger Gang will be willing to follow her."

"Heh."

Black Whistle chuckled coldly and said, "With the boss dead and the fourth hall master dead, Zhu Qianqian will become an incompetent fool. No matter how hard you try, she can't possibly rule the Black Tiger Gang well. Besides, I've already said it before, I will not be loyal to anyone other than Zhu Ming!"

Seeing Black Whistle's stubbornness, Qiu Yuting continued, "I didn't ask you to betray Zhu Ming. Zhu Ming's wish was to make the Black Tiger Gang stronger. I'm just carrying on his legacy. Why do you keep harping on this?"

"You killed Zhu Ming, stole his sister, and now you plan to assimilate the Black Tiger Gang. Once you succeed, I think your next step will be to kill me, who has no use to you!"

Black Whistle's face grew even uglier. He clenched his fists, wanting to punch the smiling Qiu Yuting. In his eyes, Qiu Yuting's smile was like a devil's hymn, making him uneasy.

“Stubborn human.”

Qiu Yuting chuckled, twirling the pistol on his index finger a few times before pressing it against Black Whistle’s temple. He said coldly, “Disobedient lackeys, I habitually kill them, and you’re no exception!”

“Hahahaha…”

Black Whistle laughed wildly, shouting, “You’ve finally angered me! Kill me, kill me if you dare! I’ll be waiting for you in hell, to see how the Black Tiger Gang brothers hack you to pieces!”

Indeed enraged by Black Whistle, Qiu Yuting kept a straight face but ultimately didn’t fire. He put away his gun and said, “There’s one more thing I forgot to tell you, about Zhu Ming and his sister Zhu Qianqian’s background, and his other sister’s return to the country…”

Then, Qiu Yuting recounted how Zhu Ming and Zhu Qianqian were abandoned by their biological parents as children, how they struggled against the tide of competition, and how Zhu Ming served in the Amazon Special Forces. He emphasized the selfishness of Zhu Ming's parents and how, for the sake of inheritance, they sent Zhu Ming's sister, Fasfi, trained as an assassin, back to China to kill Zhu Qianqian.

After speaking for a long time, he finally made his meaning clear: he had distorted the original meaning; he was Fasfi's target, but he projected his own image onto Zhu Qianqian.

After listening to Qiu Yuting's words, Black Whistle fell silent, sitting on the hospital bed with his head down, lost in thought for a long time.

"If Zhu Qianqian is really killed by Fasfi, then the Black Tiger Gang will definitely be swallowed up by other small gangs. At that time, even if you go to hell, you won't have the face to see Zhu Ming. So you should cooperate with me and work together to make the Black Tiger Gang the largest gang in the city, the country, and even the world!"

Qiu Yuting roared.

Black Whistle's mind was in a bit of a mess. His previous rejection of Qiu Yuting was simply because he found Qiu Yuting too unpleasant, but now he felt Qiu Yuting's words made a lot of sense. Perhaps he was still bothered by Zhu Ming's death and therefore unwilling to acknowledge Qiu Yuting's strength. From the moment he learned of Qiu Yuting's existence to witnessing Qiu Yuting's arrogance, which surpassed even Zhu Ming's, Black Whistle slowly began to accept Qiu Yuting's views. Coupled with Fasfi, who had killed his three brothers (the gang leader), Black Whistle gradually solidified his direction.

"If I accept your invitation, can you guarantee you'll rescue my brother?"

Black Whistle asked. As soon as he said this, he knew he had surrendered to Qiu Yuting.

"Sure, as long as you trust me. Trust is the first step in cooperation. Only with mutual trust can our cooperation be very pleasant."

Qiu Yuting put his pistol in his pocket and extended a friendly hand.

After shaking hands with Qiu Yuting, Black Whistle slumped onto the hospital bed with a sense of relief.

“You can leave now. The first thing you need to do is cover up the deaths of the three gang leaders for me.”

A wicked glint flashed in Qiu Yuting’s eyes.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn on you after I’m gone?”

Black Whistle poured cold water on Qiu Yuting’s overconfidence.

“I trust you. Until you turn on me, I trust you unconditionally.”

As he spoke, Qiu Yuting placed his hand on Black Whistle’s shoulder.

“I’ve decided to be your friend!”

Black Whistle grasped Qiu Yuting’s hand again.

Black Whistle was one of the many passionate figures in the underworld. Loyalty was the bridge that connected them, and Qiu Yuting had successfully set an example. Since Qiu Yuting trusted him so much, he wouldn’t betray Qiu Yuting immediately, at least not now. Human hearts are unpredictable; no one could be sure what would happen in the future.

Wang Ruoyu looked up at the bright moon again and said, "I've been up here for a long time."

"Did you see anything you shouldn't have?"

Zhu Qianqian stared sharply at Wang Ruoyu's face. Seeing her brows furrow and then suddenly relax, Zhu Qianqian could almost draw her conclusion without Wang Ruoyu answering. Suddenly, Zhu Qianqian pulled out a pistol and pressed

it against Wang Ruoyu's forehead. "You probably saw something you shouldn't have seen, so for Yu Ting's reputation, you have to die!" Zhu Qianqian sneered. "I...I...I know him." Terrified, Wang Ruoyu almost knelt on the ground. "A bullet piercing the brain instantly won't cause any pain, so you can rest assured. Next time you're reincarnated, remember to stay far away when you see others having sex, don't be stupid enough to stay at the scene." With that, Zhu Qianqian was already preparing to fire. "Stop!" Qiu Yuting suddenly appeared behind Zhu Qianqian, grabbed the gun from her hand, and said, "Ruoyu, I'm sorry I scared you." Wang Ruoyu was indeed frightened and couldn't say a word, trembling with fear. She didn't know what to say at this moment. "Are you very familiar with her?" Zhu Qianqian asked back. "Colleague, you should go." Qiu Yuting pulled Zhu Qianqian's hand and stepped aside. "Thank you!" Wang Ruoyu immediately disappeared into the stairwell like a rabbit. Hearing the footsteps getting quieter, Zhu Qianqian said angrily, "She saw our family. If word gets out, your reputation will be greatly affected." "I haven't spent much time with her, but I know she's not that kind of person. This is a hospital, I don't want anyone to die here," Qiu Yuting said. "What do you plan to do with that corrupt whistle?" "Cooperate with him. I'll rescue his brother, and he'll help me control the Black Tiger Gang. Now we need to find your sister." Qiu Yuting hugged Zhu Qianqian from behind. A cool breeze blew, and Zhu Qianqian felt gusts of wind slapping against her breasts, but the warmth from Qiu Yuting's body made her feel very warm. She rested her head on Qiu Yuting's shoulder, her face showing a satisfied expression, as if she had found a safe harbor. After a long silence, Qiu Yuting said, "Qianqian, don't you think I look like Leonardo DiCaprio, and you look like Kate Winslet? We're like we're standing on the Titanic facing a fierce wind." "Hehe, honey, you're getting more and more humorous. Are you going to hum that song for me?" "I only know how to touch things 18 times." Qiu Yuting grinned lewdly, his hands grabbing Zhu Qianqian's breasts. "Honey, you're so naughty." Zhu Qianqian's face turned red instantly. Qiu Yuting untied Zhu Qianqian's shoulder straps, letting her clothes slip down slightly. Looking down at her incredibly full breasts, he cupped them in his hands, the warmth spreading through his palms to his heart, deeply moving him. His kisses rained down on Zhu Qianqian's neck, his slightly bulging crotch pressed tightly against her smooth, fleshy buttocks. "Husband…don't do this to me here…if someone sees us…we're doomed…" Zhu Qianqian gasped. "This is the rooftop, it's easy to be exposed, but no one will see us in the dark, don't worry." Qiu Yuting swallowed hard and began to twist Zhu Qianqian's nipples like hemp rope. With each squeeze, Zhu Qianqian's body trembled uncomfortably, as if she were being electrocuted. "Husband...I...uh...no...no...don't pinch me...I'll die..." Zhu Qianqian grabbed Qiu Yuting's hands with both of them, trying to remove them, yet she also loved the feeling, especially when Qiu Yuting gently wiggled his buttocks, his erect penis constantly rubbing against her very sensitive buttocks. She felt the most intense pleasure then, especially since they were standing in such an exposed place. Zhu Qianqian's body was instantly aroused by Qiu Yuting, and seemingly endless amounts of lustful fluid flowed from between her labia again. "After tonight, we'll start to clean up the Black Tiger Gang. The Black Tiger Gang is your brother's life's work; we can't let it fall. So we need to unleash its potential as much as possible, letting it infiltrate every corner of the city, even every corner of the world, like cockroaches. Then we'll be the true emperor and empress."

Qiu Yuting's magic touch, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, captivated Zhu Qianqian. Her hands were at ease, listening to Qiu Yuting's words as if hypnotized, with a satisfied expression on her face.

"The biggest obstacle on this path is the Alberzren family. If you don't handle your sister's situation well, the Black Tiger Gang won't be able to compete with the Alberzren terrorist organization. In other words, we must control your sister and stop at nothing to put your mother in Canada at ease. Of course, this is just a preliminary plan. To completely eradicate this cancer, we must try to infiltrate the Alberzren family."

As Qiu Yuting spoke, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light, just like when he saw himself conquering Zhu Qianqian's sister. As soon as he started fantasizing, Qiu Yuting's penis became incredibly hard, and he wanted to fuck Zhu Qianqian. He lifted Zhu Qianqian's long skirt, unzipped his pants, took out his hot penis, pulled Zhu Qianqian's thong to the side, and then pressed it against Zhu Qianqian's body. His glans pressed against her already overflowing labia, and he casually thrust in. Then he let go of the thong, letting it press against his penis.

"Husband... gently... gently... I'm scared... um... no... um... um... um... um..."

Qiu Yuting began to gently thrust his penis in and out, and Zhu Qianqian, her heart itching, responded with soft moans. Qiu Yuting

held Zhu Qianqian's delicate body tightly, his buttocks moving incessantly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes straight, sometimes crooked, each movement stimulating Zhu Qianqian's lust. "You haven't spent time with your sister, so you probably can't find her whereabouts. Perhaps we can only wait and see."

Qiu Yuting gently bit Zhu Qianqian's neck, sucking on her tender flesh like a vampire, and only after a while did he feel at ease, planting a red hickey on Zhu Qianqian's neck.

"Then... then... um... I'm afraid something will happen to you... um... slower... slower... I can't take it anymore... my legs are so sore..."

Zhu Qianqian whimpered, feeling weak from Qiu Yuting's fucking, she even wanted to lie on the ground and let him fuck her.

"When you look in the mirror tomorrow, you'll see the hickey I gave you. Remember, it's a mark of love, not to be easily erased."

Qiu Yuting's tongue was constantly licking Zhu Qianqian's earlobe, making her feel hot all over.

"Why...why is there a hickey?"

Zhu Qianqian swayed back and forth, each time Qiu Yuting's glans was about to withdraw from her vagina, she would actively thrust her buttocks back, and his penis would immediately fill her vagina again, making her so happy that she didn't want to talk anymore.

"Most people think that hickeys are caused by sucking the flesh until it turns red, but that's not how it works. From a medical point of view, a hickey is actually a bruising caused by the rupture of local capillaries. In severe cases, the bruising can last for a week or even half a month before disappearing. Many lovers like to give each other hickeys on their necks, symbolizing the longevity of their love,"

Qiu Yuting explained.

"Then...then...then I want to give you a hickey too...please pull it out first..."

Zhu Qianqian pleaded.

Since Zhu Qianqian was so excited, Qiu Yuting reluctantly withdrew from her vast, ocean-like vagina.

Zhu Qianqian turned around and hugged Qiu Yuting, immediately burying her head in his neck and kissing the skin in the middle, sucking hard. The "tsk tsk" sound echoed continuously. After sucking for a full minute, Zhu Qianqian reluctantly released her mouth, her hands stroking the skin covered in saliva. In the dim moonlight, Zhu Qianqian could see the hickeys she had created. Zhu Qianqian smiled excitedly and wanted to plant a second one, but Qiu Yuting quickly dodged her, saying, "Don't plant too many, they'll get moldy!"

Zhu Qianqian chuckled and said, "You said it's just bruising caused by ruptured capillaries, how could it get moldy? Are you afraid other women will see it? Like Barry, who we're having lunch with tomorrow? Do you have a crush on him?"

"I'm not a cat in heat, I wouldn't be that horny. Do you think I want to have sex with every woman I see?"

"Very much so."

Zhu Qianqian answered without thinking.

"Like my foot! I'll punish you!"

After saying that, Qiu Yuting made Zhu Qianqian turn around, grabbed the railing with both hands, and made her buttocks stick up high. He then penetrated Zhu Qianqian's vagina from behind, grabbed her slender waist, and began to thrust forcefully. The slapping sounds of their genitals colliding echoed across the rooftop, and a continuous stream of vaginal fluids sprayed onto the concrete ground like spring rain.

"Husband...husband...you're so amazing...I'm going to be fucked to death...uh...uh...uh..."

Zhu Qianqian bit her thin lips, only letting out soft moans. If conditions allowed, she would definitely scream out loud. The more lewdly she screamed, the harder Qiu Yuting would fuck her.

"Your pussy is so wet."

Qiu Yuting fucked faster and faster, and Zhu Qianqian's breasts swayed like rattles, quite a sight.

Qiu Yuting and Zhu Qianqian were having a great time, and Fasfi, on another building, was also having a great time watching. She kept adjusting the scope of her sniper rifle, presenting Qiu Yuting and Zhu Qianqian naked in the frame. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Although she couldn't hear Zhu Qianqian's moans, judging from the speed of Qiu Yuting's fucking, Zhu Qianqian was definitely having an incredibly good time.

"What a lewd older sister,"

Fasfi muttered, continuing to observe Qiu Yuting and Zhu Qianqian. "Killing you two now would be a piece of cake, but I don't want the game to end so soon, otherwise I'd have to go back to Canada. I don't like the damp Alberzren family; I prefer staying here. Too bad I belong to Alberzren, désolée (French for 'I'm sorry'), older sister. I'm definitely going to hunt down your man. I'll let you two have one more day of your lovemaking; I'll go hunting tomorrow."

Fasfi put away her sniper rifle, squatted down, and began disassembling parts. After packing the parts into a black box, she disappeared like a ghost.

Qiu Yuting had been trying to find Fasfi, unaware that she was frequently seen around him. A killer even more cunning than Wu Nana was difficult for Qiu Yuting to detect.

Qiu Yuting was still vigorously thrusting into Zhu Qianqian's vagina. He was already losing control and let out a low growl as he ejaculated his hot semen deep into her vagina. The pleasure of ejaculation sent shivers down Qiu Yuting's spine.

"Husband... um..."

Feeling her vagina being filled by the torrent, Zhu Qianqian trembled all over, reaching another climax.

Chapter 159 The Death of the Fierce Dragon

"I'm very satisfied this time."

After ejaculating, Qiu Yuting held Zhu Qianqian in his arms.

After resting for a while, Qiu Yuting took Zhu Qianqian to the bathroom to clean up. After they finished, he planned to take Zhu Qianqian back to Zhao Lili's house for dinner. Looking at the time, it was already past nine o'clock and quite dark. He called his personal driver, Lao Hu, to pick them up, and then they drove towards Zhao Lili's house.

Leaning back in the seat, Qiu Yuting felt incredibly relaxed. He put his arm around Zhu Qianqian and said, "Tomorrow is a new day, and everything will be different. I plan to hold a general meeting of the Black Tiger Gang members first to supplement some matters and decide on the new leader. I want that thug leader from Wallace to be the leader, and for the other two positions, I plan to let them elect trustworthy people themselves. What do you think?"

Zhu Qianqian nodded, revealing a sweet smile, and said, "You used to make me worry, but now you're becoming more and more mature. Just being your wife is enough for me."

"A strong woman can't back down!"

Qiu Yuting said, playfully pinching Zhu Qianqian's nose.

“You’ve turned even the strong woman into a little woman. Hey, honey, what are you planning to do with that Ruoyu? Why don’t you just bring her in and make her one of our sisters? Otherwise, I’m always uneasy,”

Zhu Qianqian said.

“Aren’t you usually so stingy? How come you’ve suddenly become so understanding? That’s rare,”

Qiu Yuting chuckled.

“You see her like a dog seeing a meat bun. I’m just going along with your wishes. If you don’t want her, fine!”

Zhu Qianqian pretended to be angry and tilted her head.

“Ahem, we can put her aside for now. Weren’t I just talking about very serious things? Why did you switch to talking about women again? It seems you’re only concerned about my sex life now,”

Qiu Yuting laughed loudly.

“Let’s get serious. After the gang meeting tomorrow, we can completely take over the Black Tiger Gang and let the sisters move into Grain Island. I believe those businessmen won’t dare to act recklessly once they know the Black Tiger Gang is united again, just like they know how painful it is for a hedgehog to prick their flesh.”

“Pretty much.”

Qiu Yuting nodded and said, “I’ll briefly outline the main things to do tomorrow. In the morning, I’ll go to the factory to inspect the configuration of the cutting-edge machines. At noon, I’ll have lunch with Barry to discuss the cooperation with Dell. The afternoon will be relatively easier, so I plan to hold a small meeting with the company’s employees to give a general overview of the future development plan. In the evening, there will be the Black Tiger Gang’s members’ meeting. When you get back, contact Black Whistle and have him pass on the message. The two of you can decide the location. I still have a lot to learn. I really wish I were an intelligent computer so I could remember everything I see.”

“Yes, I’ve got it.”

Zhu Qianqian nodded.

“With you by my side, I can really save a lot of tedious work procedures,”

Qiu Yuting said sincerely.

"I will stay with you until either of us dies of old age."

Zhu Qianqian leaned against Qiu Yuting, gently holding his hand, feeling the warmth emanating from his palm.

"Remember this strawberry, a symbol of love."

Qiu Yuting's fingers lightly stroked Zhu Qianqian's snow-white neck.

"Mmm!"

Zhu Qianqian, becoming sentimental, had tears welling up in her eyes again.

The two fell silent, the only sounds being the rolling of wheels and the whooshing of other cars.

Just then, a black motorcycle followed at a leisurely pace for about a hundred meters. Fasfi, dressed in reflective denim, bloomed like a black rose. Wearing black sunglasses, she kept a close eye on the taxi Qiu Yuting was riding in. A smirk played on her lips as she whispered, "Sorry, my man, my mother ordered me to kill you as quickly as possible. You won't live past tonight."

Meanwhile, at Zhao Lili's house, Lu Yiyi and Zhou Lin, along with Wu Nana, Guo Xiaohong, and Zhao Lili and Wu Xinting, were all waiting for Qiu Yuting's return. The five of them leaned back on the sofa, listlessly staring at the flickering television screen, their minds elsewhere.

Zhao Lili had expected Qiu Yuting to come see her during the day, but she was disappointed again. The repeated disappointments only fueled her longing for Qiu Yuting's drunken, passionate love. Wu Xinting didn't know why she was waiting for Qiu Yuting; she thought about it for a long time but couldn't explain it. Since they were already in the living room, she decided to wait for him to return.

Lu Yiyi, Zhou Lin, and Guo Xiaohong all wanted to see Qiu Yuting so they could sleep peacefully. As for Wu Nana, her worries were greater than anyone else's. When she returned, she only said that Qiu Yuting had accompanied a patient to the hospital, omitting the truth.

Just as the five women were in a daze, the TV drama suddenly switched to news.

"Breaking news! At 7:10 PM tonight, a vicious shooting occurred at a Wallace restaurant in our city. The victims were all men in their thirties and forties. The shooter has not yet been apprehended. Anyone with information, please call. A substantial reward is offered." After the news interruption, the program switched to a dazzling television drama, where colorful figures ran like puppets through a snowy landscape, battling monsters that broke through the ice…

“Is it related to my older brother?”

Lu Yiyi suddenly broke the silence in the living room.

“Impossible!”

Wu Nana, desperate to cover up her lie, immediately exclaimed.

“But…”

Lu Yiyi wanted to say something, but then realized that what she wanted to say was all hypothetical, so she remained silent.

Zhao Lili, who had been holding her daughter Wu Xinting, showed a rare unease in her eyes. She had been watching the screen intently, and when she saw that the three people were the three leaders of the Black Tiger Gang, her heart had been in her throat. Although she was the director of the hospital, people in the underworld knew, to some extent, that Wu Zihei had been killed by Qiu Yuting, so these three leaders should also be connected to Qiu Yuting. Seeing Wu Nana's troubled expression, Zhao Lili snorted heavily, thought for a while, then stood up and said, "I'm tired, I need to go back to my room to rest."

With that, she bent down and kissed her daughter's forehead before turning and leaving.

"Big sister, you should go back and rest too, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

Lu Yiyi said, her eyes sparkling.

"I can't sleep this early,"

Wu Xinting yawned.

After closing the door, Zhao Lili eagerly took out her phone and dialed Qiu Yuting's number, hoping he would answer.

Qiu Yuting and Zhu Qianqian were immersed in a silent, sweet moment when his phone suddenly rang. He quickly answered, politely saying, "Director Zhao, I'll be home soon."

Hearing Qiu Yuting's calm voice, Zhao Lili almost burst into tears. She forced back her tears, pretending to be nonchalant, and said, "If you don't come back soon, I'm going to lock the door!"

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong,"

Qiu Yuting said with a forced smile, always accommodating to women.

"That's all for now… I…"

Zhao Lili immediately hung up, tossed her phone onto the bed, and knelt beside it, trembling. Cold tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto the tiled floor. Wiping away her tears, she choked out, "Why don't I cry when I think of him, but I can't help but cry when I hear his voice? I should be strong, why am I so heartbroken over a callow youth…"

With that, her tears completely overwhelmed her.

Looking at the disconnected call, Qiu Yuting muttered, "Why is this person so strange? She hung up before I even finished speaking. It's really baffling."

"Does she miss you too?"

Zhu Qianqian teased.

"No way?"

Qiu Yuting shrugged, innocently stuffing her phone into her pocket.

Fasfi straightened up, looking at the surrounding facilities. Confirming they were about to cross a suspension bridge spanning the Minjiang River, she twisted the throttle, accelerating the car. As soon as

Qiu Yuting's taxi entered the suspension bridge, Fasfi suddenly twisted the throttle, the motorcycle soaring more than two meters into the air before crashing heavily onto the bridge. The well-trained Fasfi simply shifted her weight to regain her balance.

She pulled a pistol from her inner pocket, muttering, "I'll send you to your death right here."

Old Hu, who was driving, noticed a motorcycle approaching closely. He quickly said, "Boss, a motorcycle has been following us!"

"Huh?"

Qiu Yuting hurriedly pulled back the curtain, stared at the rearview mirror, and shouted, "Damn it! Your sister's here!"

"What?"

Zhu Qianqian had just straightened up when her right-side window was smashed by a brute force.

"Ah!"

Zhu Qianqian screamed, and Qiu Yuting grabbed her shoulder and pressed her down. Fasfi's gun was pointed at Qiu Yuting's forehead.

"Game over, nice boy!"

Fasfi smiled coldly and pulled the trigger.

"Old Hu, take care of Qianqian!"

Qiu Yuting grabbed the car door.

"Bang!"

The left-side door of the taxi was smashed open by Qiu Yuting's body, and he fell onto the suspension bridge. After tumbling a few times, he plummeted more than a hundred meters down the bridge like a stone.

"Husband!"

Zhu Qianqian cried out, her mournful voice echoing across the suspension bridge. "Stop the car!"

she yelled, grabbing Lao Hu's shoulder.

Lao Hu's face was contorted with wrinkles as he gritted his teeth and shouted, "The boss told me to protect you. I can't disobey his orders!"

With that, Lao Hu drove off towards Zhao Lili's house.

Fasfi parked her motorcycle and walked to the spot where Qiu Yuting had just landed. She crouched down, touched the pool of blood on the ground, and muttered, "At that close range, there's no way he could have avoided a high-speed bullet. His head is definitely smashed. It's a pity his body will just be fish food."

Fasfi stood up, her alluring figure leaning against the suspension bridge, staring at the dark river. She wished Qiu Yuting could live a little longer, so she could play another game.

"Game over, forever."

Fasfi sneered, then got back on her motorcycle, started the engine, and drove back the way she came.

Old Hu parked his car at the parking spot near Zhao Lili's house, turned around and looked at Zhu Qianqian, who was already in a daze. Seeing her left cheek covered in blood, he knew it was Qiu Yuting's blood. Old Hu gritted his teeth and said, "Miss, if the boss is dead, you mustn't be discouraged, otherwise his death will have been meaningless."

"He can't be dead!"

Zhu Qianqian screamed.

"I'm sorry!"

Old Hu quickly lowered his head. He slowly closed his eyes, his mind filled with the witty and humorous Qiu Yuting. Although he didn't want Qiu Yuting to die either, being shot in the head and falling into the river meant he wouldn't be human if he survived.

Chapter 160 The Thatched Hut Shakes (Part 1)

"Faster...faster...harder...oh...so good...harder...Dazhu...you're going to fuck me to death...oh...oh...why did you cum again..."

A rather alluring middle-aged woman lay on top of a very handsome man with a somewhat dazed expression, her buttocks swaying incessantly, intending to squeeze out every last drop of his semen. When she realized that the man's penis had completely gone limp, she jumped off the bed somewhat absentmindedly, knelt beside the bed, and began sucking on Dazhu's glans, consuming every last drop of semen that had seeped from the urethral opening.

After resting for a while, Dazhu sat up, clutching his aching head, the bandage around his head stained with traces of blood. Dazhu rubbed his still-sore eyes, stood up, and walked to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, watching the middle-aged woman cooking, he asked, "Seventh Sister, why do you always seem unsatisfied when you cook with me?"

The woman called Seventh Sister turned around, her face, damp with sweat from the heat, showing a helplessness that Dazhu couldn't understand. She slumped her head and said, "Well, Seventh Sister doesn't really know how to say it, so don't ask. Come with me to the mountain to pick chestnuts later; we're short of labor at home."

"Okay, I'm going out for some fresh air."

With that, Dazhu turned and walked towards the half-open door.

Seventh Sister watched Dazhu slowly disappear into the distance, shaking her head and muttering, "I rescued him because he looked strong and muscular, thinking he'd be big, but it's just like that. Sigh, I, a widow, should be happy to have this blessing. It's better than using radishes!"

Dazhu walked out of the mud-brick house and stood in front of the slope, gazing at the vast expanse in the distance. His mind seemed to be in chaos, especially when he was making love with Seventh Sister. His heart felt like it was being torn apart, and the images of several women would always appear, but he couldn't make out their faces.

"My head hurts so much."

Da Zhu clutched his head and squatted on the ground, staring at the fallen leaves. He drifted into a deep reverie. He remembered waking up at Seventh Sister's house, his head feeling like it was about to split open. For several days, the meticulous Seventh Sister changed his bandages. Her only request was for him to take off his pants and get his penis hard, then thrust into her overflowing, lustful vagina. Each time, Da Zhu couldn't resist the intense excitement and ejaculated.

Da Zhu's face turned pale. He felt completely lost, unsure of where to go or where to retreat. He just wanted to stay at Seventh Sister's house like a wife. Occasionally, when neighbors came to visit, Seventh Sister would call him her brother, but she never told him anything more.

"Brother Zhu, will you play hopscotch with us?"

As dawn broke, two little girls from the neighboring house came bounding over like deer, each grabbing one of Da Zhu's legs and shouting.

"My head hurts, I can't hopscotch,"

Da Zhu quickly explained.

"Then you can be the referee!"

The little girl clinging to Dazhu's left leg immediately paved the way for him.

"Okay."

Dazhu smiled and reached out to pat the two little girls' heads.

The two little girls let go of Dazhu's leg, squatted down, found a sharp-ended pebble, and started drawing houses on the ground.

For some reason, whenever these two slightly mischievous little girls came to play with him, his mood relaxed considerably, and his head stopped hurting so much.

After the two little girls finished drawing their houses, Dazhu, this not-so-qualified referee, began to comment on their performance...

Around six o'clock, Seventh Sister, dressed in simple autumn clothes, called Dazhu in for lunch.

The meal was simple: salted eggs, vegetables, and the essential rice.

After lunch, Seventh Sister didn't rush to go up the mountain with Dazhu. She called Dazhu back to his room and took a new bandage to change his bandage.

After removing the bandage from Dazhu's head, Seventh Sister pressed Dazhu's hair up, looked at the scabbed wound, and said, "Dazhu, you're really lucky. The bullet only grazed your scalp. If it had been just a little bit off, your head might have cracked open."

"Seventh Sister, you still haven't told me what happened to me?"

Dazhu asked, somewhat bewildered.

Seventh Sister smiled, her eyes narrowed, and leaned down to kiss Dazhu on the lips, saying, "I told you as soon as you woke up. You're my brother. When you and your friends went up the mountain to kill wild boar, the gun accidentally discharged, shooting yourself and causing a concussion. That's why you don't remember anything that happened before. That's what happened."

"But I heard that sisters and brothers can't do that kind of thing."

Dazhu was even more bewildered.

"Fool!"

Seventh Sister kissed Dazhu's lips again, cupping her breasts in her hands, and continued, "Women need men's nourishment. Your brother-in-law is dead. If you, as his younger brother, don't quench your thirst, won't your sister die of thirst?"

"But..."

Dazhu wanted to say something, but when he saw Seventh Sister's burning gaze, he stopped talking. He lowered his head and let Seventh Sister bandage him, his eyes fixed on Seventh Sister's breasts swaying in front of him. He wanted to reach out and touch them, but then felt that it would be too presumptuous. The simple-minded Dazhu was only used to lying in bed and letting Seventh Sister control the entire process of sex.

After changing the bandages, Seventh Sister went to pack the food they would need for the mountain hike. They were going to a rather high mountain, which would take more than half an hour to hike up. The road was very narrow, and even bicycles couldn't pass through; they could only walk. After packing

the food, Seventh Sister found a carrying pole and two large bags. After closing the gate, she and Dazhu headed up the still misty mountain.

This is a small, very remote village. Only one bus passes through here each day, and the only sound is birdsong.

Dazhu's seventh sister arrived at a bamboo grove amidst the birdsong. Bamboo shoots come in two seasons, one in spring and one in winter. It's autumn now, so there are no bamboo shoots to dig here. Their destination is a chestnut grove located halfway up the mountain.

"Tired?"

Seeing Dazhu's chest heaving, his seventh sister asked with concern.

His seventh sister was a typical rural woman, possessing the simplicity and diligence of a rural woman, only with a slightly strong libido. Dazhu

shook his head and said, "The air here is so fresh, I'm not tired at all."

"Okay, let's keep going."

Afraid that Dazhu might trip over vines, his seventh sister took his hand and led him towards the mountainside.

"Watch out for the shells on the ground."

Seeing the ground covered with withered yellow chestnut shells, his seventh sister cautioned.

"I'm not a child."

Dazhu felt his seventh sister's excessive concern was unnecessary.

“I’ve always considered you my child.”

Seventh Sister smiled simply, looking at the thatched hut not far away, and pulled Dazhu towards it.

After tying the food in plastic bags to the beam, Seventh Sister and Dazhu sat down to rest. Seventh Sister took out a full bottle of tea, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and handed it to Dazhu.

“I’m not thirsty,”

Dazhu shook his head and said.

“We’ll start working again after a short rest. Remember, don’t look up when picking chestnuts. Last month, that unlucky Uncle Ma from the east end of the village got hit in the eye by a chestnut shell and is still in the city for treatment. We don’t even know if he’s blind yet. Also, keep your ears pointed. There are wild boars on the mountain from time to time, and stones might roll down.”

Seventh Sister reminded him.

“I know.”

Dazhu, whose face was not very smiling, picked up a chestnut that was a little wrinkled from being exposed to the sun, bit it open with his teeth, peeled off the outer membrane, and put it in his mouth. A sugary sweetness made Dazhu feel much more awake.

"Freshly picked chestnuts don't taste good. Only those that have been picked for a few days are good, but they're raw, so don't eat too many, or you'll get diarrhea."

With that, Seventh Sister stood up, dusted off the dirt sticking to her bottom, slung a beggar's bag over her shoulder, grabbed a pair of pliers specially made for picking chestnuts, and prepared to start.

Seeing Seventh Sister begin picking chestnuts, kind-hearted Dazhu wasn't going to be outdone, so he picked up his beggar's bag and followed her.

Seventh Sister bent down, used the pliers to clamp the chestnuts hiding inside their shells, pressed them to the ground, and haphazardly twisted them a few times. The uncooperative chestnuts were then pulled out and tossed into her beggar's bag. Seventh Sister's movements were extremely skillful, while Dazhu, a novice, became a bit clumsy. Several times his hands were pricked by the thorns, and the itching made him involuntarily put his fingers in his mouth and suck on them.

Watching his seventh sister diligently working, Dazhu was momentarily lost in thought. His gaze was fixed on her buttocks. Her pants were already thin, revealing the edges of her underwear, and now, drenched in sweat, they appeared even thinner, the flesh of her buttocks faintly visible.

Dazhu stared for a while before snapping out of his daze, his face flushing red. He quickly lowered his head to pick chestnuts, but his male instincts kept drawing him back to his seventh sister. She never dressed up, but primal desires always stirred a strange attraction in Dazhu, like a male animal searching for a mate. After picking for

a while, Dazhu heard a sound from his left. Looking up, he saw a woman, also carrying a beggar's bag, walking up a higher mountain. Looking at the woman's face, Dazhu's head throbbed even more; he clutched his head as if it were about to split open. "Xiaolu,"

Dazhu couldn't help but utter a name that even he found unbelievable.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Dazhu almost kneeling on the ground, Seventh Sister quickly slid down and grabbed Dazhu's hand.

After a while, Dazhu finally raised his head, his face covered in sweat. He swallowed several times, then shook his head. He looked to his left, staring at the woman's back, seemingly lost in thought. He asked, "Seventh Sister, who is that woman? I feel like I know her."

"It should be Widow Zhou from the village entrance. She used to live a good life in the city, but her husband, what's his name, Brother Hei, died, so she came back to live here. I can't understand why she would give up a good life to come to the village and suffer."

Seventh Sister sighed after speaking, as if she felt sorry for Widow Zhou.

"Is her name Zhou Xiaolu?"

Dazhu asked again.

"I don't remember. People in the village usually don't call each other by name. We used to call her Lulu. I think that's her name? What, do you know her?"

Seventh Sister looked at Dazhu with great suspicion.

Da Zhu's mind was a mess. He felt he should remember that woman, but he couldn't recall her. When he saw her face just now, he didn't feel any warmth, but rather a strange pang of sadness.

"Seeing how tired you are, let's rest for a bit,"

Seventh Sister said, and went back to the thatched hut.

Da Zhu watched the widow Zhou disappear around the corner, and felt a sudden pang of disappointment. Seeing Seventh Sister go into the thatched hut, he followed her in.

Seventh Sister took off her begging bag and put it on the ground. She rubbed her slightly sore shoulders and gently lay down on the ground. The ground was very dirty, with a few ants moving around, but Seventh Sister didn't care. That's how rural women are; they have no concept of hygiene. What they like most is having a place to lie down when they're tired.

Da Zhu crawled into the thatched hut and immediately saw Seventh Sister's breasts, which were heaving and barely visible through the sweat. He swallowed hard. He didn't know why, but he had never felt this way before. Today, however, he had a strong urge to make love.

"Sister, can we do it here?"

Da Zhu asked.

Chapter 161 The Thatched Hut Shakes (Part 2)

Seeing the lust burning in Da Zhu's eyes, Seventh Sister nodded. She was always ready to do it anyway; after all, widows are very thirsty. Since she didn't need a radish to penetrate her vagina, and a man's penis was willing to offer himself, Seventh Sister was naturally willing to offer her vagina.

Da Zhu didn't care if anyone passed by the thatched hut. Right in front of Seventh Sister, he took off his dusty clothes and pants, threw them to her, and said, "Sister, it's dirty down there, use this to pad it."

As he spoke, Da Zhu also took off his underwear.

Seventh Sister didn't say anything, but she moved quickly, quickly placing Dazhu's clothes under herself, especially raising her buttocks slightly. This wasn't a bed, and raising her buttocks would make penetration easier.

Dazhu threw his underwear aside and swallowed hard, looking at Seventh Sister, who had spread her legs but hadn't taken off any clothes. If she were naked, she might not be so attractive. This provocative posture paired with conservative attire created a contrast that would arouse any man's lust, especially since Seventh Sister was a beautiful woman. Dazhu

gently stroked his already hard penis, then walked over and knelt between Seventh Sister's thighs. One hand stroked his penis, while the other couldn't help but press against Seventh Sister's mons pubis. Even through her trousers, the incredibly soft touch was irreplaceable.

"Mmm..."

Seventh Sister, already soaking wet, let out a soft moan.

Seventh Sister looked up at Dazhu's penis, which she estimated to be about eleven centimeters long, quite short and seemingly disproportionate to his strong physique.

"Sister, I feel like I'm burning up,"

Dazhu gulped, then grabbed Seventh Sister's waistband like a wolf and forcefully pulled it off. Seventh Sister readily obliged, immediately lifting her buttocks so Dazhu could remove her trousers and underwear.

Rural people never seem to pursue luxurious underwear, so Seventh Sister's underwear was a simple gray, almost like shorts. Dazhu simply sniffed the smelly underwear, which aroused him considerably. He tossed it aside and pressed himself against Seventh Sister, gripping his penis and rubbing it against her mons pubis. Finding the entrance to her vagina, he slowly pushed it in. Because Dazhu's penis was short and thin, it slid in easily. Lacking much sexual experience, Dazhu immediately began forcefully thrusting into Seventh Sister's vagina.

"Ugh... Dazhu...slower...slower...don't ejaculate too soon...you didn't make Seventh Sister climax the last few times...oh...be gentle..."

Seventh Sister's face immediately flushed, and her breasts, hidden under her clothes, swayed rhythmically with Dazhu's thrusts, a truly beautiful sight. Unfortunately, Dazhu, completely lacking in romantic understanding, only knew to press his hands to the ground like an ox, forcefully fucking Seventh Sister's vagina.

While fucking Seventh Sister's vagina, Dazhu's facial expression was never pleasant. He didn't seem to be enjoying it; rather, he seemed to be enduring pain. However, his pain didn't come from this somewhat frenzied sex, but from his own mental world. For some reason, while fucking Seventh Sister's vagina, Da Zhu's mind would conjure up images of women whose faces he couldn't quite make out. There were women in nurse uniforms, women in women's suits, women in school uniforms, and women in all sorts of sexy lingerie… But this time was slightly different from the previous times. He would occasionally feel a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at him from afar, a fear that would always jol Da Zhu awake.

"Ugh…"

Da Zhu groaned and fucked Seventh Sister's cunt even harder. A short while later, Seventh Sister felt a considerable amount of heat flow into her vagina.

Seventh Sister hugged Da Zhu, who was lying on top of her, with a hint of disappointment. From the moment his penis entered her cunt to his ejaculation, less than five minutes had passed. The feeling of having her sexual desire aroused and then ruthlessly shattered was desolate and helpless. Seventh Sister stroked Dazhu's handsome face, sighed softly, kissed his forehead, and said, "Next time, listen to me, okay? When you're about to ejaculate, rest for a while, let the feeling of ejaculation subside, and then continue. Because Seventh Sister really hopes you can last longer."

Dazhu looked at Seventh Sister, who was smiling somewhat helplessly, and said, "Sister, I always feel like I have a bit of a split personality. I can't find my way forward at all, and it seems like no one has even pointed out a way back for me. Seventh Sister, can you tell me where I came from?"

Seventh Sister kissed Dazhu's face repeatedly like she was treating a child, but she didn't kiss his mouth. After kissing his cheeks for a while, Seventh Sister pressed Dazhu down on top of her, straddling him. Dazhu's limp penis slid out of Seventh Sister's vagina, and a stream of semen flowed out from Seventh Sister's vagina, splashing onto Dazhu's pubic hair, which was extremely lewd.

Seventh Sister lay on top of Dazhu, lifted his shirt, and looked at his two small nipples. Seventh Sister stuck out her tongue and licked Dazhu's nipples.

Dazhu, tickled by Seventh Sister's ministrations, groaned incessantly like a woman. His male instincts compelled him to reach out and probe Seventh Sister's vaginal opening. As his fingers slid across the soft, fleshy flesh, Dazhu always wanted to compose beautiful phrases to praise the wonders of creation, but he felt his words failed him, and could only sigh inwardly as he continued…

"Ugh… ugh…"

Seventh Sister's buttocks trembled incessantly, her frantic movements causing her vaginal fluids to spray out, mostly onto Dazhu's pubic hair, a small portion onto the ground, mixing with the yellow soil and nourishing the land of China.

Seventh Sister licked Dazhu's nipples while stroking his still-soft penis, hoping this unruly thing would soon become erect, but it seemed as if fate was always against her.

Knowing Seventh Sister's purpose, Da Zhu frowned, seemingly feeling very sorry for her. After thinking for a while, Da Zhu said, "Sister, if Da Zhu can't give you what you want, then go find other men. If one isn't enough, try two. If two aren't enough..."

"Slap!"

Before Da Zhu could finish speaking, Seventh Sister, her face full of anger, slapped him across the face. Then, she angrily got up, ignoring the dampness in her vagina, grabbed her underwear from the ground, put it on, pulled on her trousers, and stormed out of the thatched hut.

Touching his burning cheeks, Da Zhu stood there stunned for a long, long time. When he came to his senses, Seventh Sister was nowhere to be seen. Da Zhu dressed and ran out of the thatched hut, but there was no one outside. Seventh Sister seemed to have vanished into thin air. He usually saw Seventh Sister almost 24 hours a day, even sleeping side by side. Now, not seeing her, Da Zhu felt an immense emptiness in his heart, as if a piece of his flesh had been ripped out.

"Did I say something wrong?"

The somewhat naive Da Zhu stood there stunned again.

If he remembered his identity, he would never have uttered those words that made a woman feel insecure!

If he remembered his identity, he would never have been willing to give his woman to another!

If he remembered his identity, he would never have caused Seventh Sister such heartache!

Unfortunately… grazed by a bullet and falling off the suspension bridge, he had forgotten his identity.

“Seventh Sister! Seventh Sister! Seventh Sister!”

Dazhu paced back and forth in front of the thatched hut, unsure which way to go to find Seventh Sister. After thinking for a while, he chose a steep path leading to another mountain peak.

This path was surrounded by reeds as tall as two people; once inside, one felt lost, as if completely assimilated by nature. Dazhu walked, calling out Seventh Sister's name repeatedly, as rhythmically as a computer alarm clock.

After walking for a while, Dazhu felt the path ahead narrowing, almost entirely covered by sharp reeds. He stopped there for a long time, panting heavily. All he could hear was his own heartbeat and the faint, irregular sound of water, as if someone were splashing it.

"Seventh Sister!"

Dazhu shouted, then listened intently to the water. The sound had suddenly become much quieter, then returned to normal. He called again, then listened again.

After repeating this several times, Dazhu was certain there was someone in the water—it must be his beloved Seventh Sister.

Dazhu searched for a while but couldn't find any path leading to the water. In desperation, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and venture into the reeds. His skin felt like it was being cut by knives, enduring the pain repeatedly. Dazhu felt no physical pain, but rather a deep, agonizing pain in his heart, as if being twisted by a knife.

He didn't know how long he wandered through the dense reeds when he finally saw a patch of light ahead.

He stepped onto the slightly damp ground, where a small waterfall, like a silver river falling from the heavens, cascaded down from the sky. The sun, hanging in the air, shone through a misty haze, creating a vibrant, colorful world that surged towards the pool below.

Dazhu was immediately captivated by this idyllic scene, seemingly forgetting his original purpose.

Seventh Sister, who had been hiding on a hillside, had expected Dazhu to find her, but after waiting for a long time, besides hearing his increasingly faint and distant calls, she saw no surprise. After waiting for a while, Seventh Sister, her anger somewhat subsided, ran back to the thatched hut, but Dazhu was nowhere to be seen.

(Chapter 162: Licking in the Water)

Dazhu gazed at the waterfall before him and vaguely saw a snow-white body moving within the curtain of rain. First, it stood, then, as if seeing him, it submerged into the water, like a water sprite. Thinking he was seeing things, Dazhu rubbed his eyes and kept staring into the rain curtain. After a while, he occasionally saw the head of the person submerged surface.

"Seventh Sister!"

Dazhu called out.

The woman inside the rain curtain didn't answer, but floated motionless in the water.

Zhou Xiaolu, who was bathing inside the rain curtain, heard someone calling "Seventh Sister" and felt the voice was familiar, somewhat like Qiu Yuting's. She didn't dare to rashly emerge from the rain curtain to see for herself; if it was a stranger and her body was seen, she would be betraying Qiu Yuting.

The two remained in this stalemate, neither invading the other's territory.

Ten minutes later, Dazhu couldn't help but call out again, "Seventh Sister, I know I was wrong, please come out, I promise I won't do that again!"

Zhou Xiaolu really wanted to go out and see what was going on, but...

"Seventh Sister, please come out, or I'll swim in!"

Dazhu said, starting to roll up his trousers.

A little anxious, Zhou Xiaolu didn't know what to do. He was calling her "Seventh Sister," so she must be the widow from the village, but she didn't know the widow had a brother.

Just as Zhou Xiaolu was lost in thought, Dazhu, with his trousers rolled up to his thighs, had already entered the water. The icy stream water submerged his legs, and he shivered, feeling the urge to urinate. He approached the deep pool step by step, stopping when the water reached his thighs. To go further without getting his trousers wet, he would have to take them off.

"Seventh Sister, I really know I was wrong, please come out!"

Dazhu shouted.

Zhou Xiaolu was terrified by the man's roar and dared not speak. She felt that this man was definitely not a good person, but if she didn't make a sound to stop him, she would probably be letting Qiu Yuting down.

"I...I'm not your seventh sister..."

Zhou Xiaolu said softly.

Dazhu was stunned for a moment, then felt that the voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it a long time ago. He pricked up his ears and asked, "Then who are you?"

"I'm a villager from the village, my name is Zhou Xiaolu."

Zhou Xiaolu still spoke very softly, as if she was afraid of being hurt. She thought that no one would pass by this deep pool surrounded by reeds, so she was taking a bath here. She didn't expect to hear this man shouting and yelling halfway through her bath, which made her pores stand on end.

"Zhou Xiaolu?"

Upon hearing that name, Dazhu's head nearly exploded. "Zhou Xiaolu?"

he repeated. Suddenly, he clutched his head, screaming like a madman, his eyes turning bloodshot. A hard object slowly pressed against his crotch, making him extremely uncomfortable. He desperately wanted to find a woman to release his pent-up desires. Images of a dozen women flashed through his mind like a movie, making his suffering even more unbearable. Suddenly, he focused his gaze on Zhou Xiaolu through the rain, swallowed hard, and pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular physique. Like a wild beast, he plunged into the deep pool and swam towards Zhou Xiaolu.

As the man's figure drew closer, Zhou Xiaolu froze in fright, crying out, "Don't come in! Don't come in! If you dare touch me, I'll bite my tongue..."

When the man emerged from the rain and was clearly visible to her, she froze, trembling not from fear, but from overwhelming excitement. She burst into tears, crying out, "Yu Ting... Yu Ting... you... how did you get here?"

Qiu Yu Ting swam to Zhou Xiaolu, looking intently at the middle-aged woman, his mind in turmoil. He clutched his head, shouting, "Who am I?!"

"You... you're my husband... Qiu Yu Ting..."

Still unaware of what was happening, Zhou Xiaolu swam over and threw herself into Qiu Yu Ting's arms, her hot tears dripping onto his shoulder.

Sensing the feminine scent emanating from Zhou Xiaolu's body, Qiu Yuting felt a surge of desire. He lowered his head to look at the woman; she was familiar, utterly familiar, yet his mind remained a jumbled mess. He couldn't recall any connection between them, though he sensed a close relationship, yet he didn't know who she was. This confusion was driving him crazy.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Xiaolu's trembling hand landed on Qiu Yuting's strong chest. Seeing his bandaged head and the pain and bewilderment on his face, Zhou Xiaolu knew something must have happened to the man she loved. She quickly pressed Qiu Yuting's face against hers, lifting her head to kiss him, trying to use physical contact to remind him that it was Zhou Xiaolu.

Qiu Yuting responded to Zhou Xiaolu's French kiss, absorbing her saliva. The feeling was incredibly familiar, and the scent emanating from her seemed familiar before. Driven by a sudden surge of animalistic urges, Qiu Yuting abruptly lifted Zhou Xiaolu up, placing her on his shoulders in a reverse position. Her mons pubis, adorned with the shimmering water, was flawlessly displayed before him. Gazing at it, Qiu Yuting opened his mouth and frantically licked Zhou Xiaolu's labia with his tongue, occasionally sucking the engorged labia into his mouth to savor the familiar taste. The familiar flavor flowed into his stomach like blood, putting him on edge. He felt his penis slowly growing larger and thicker.

"Ugh...ugh...husband...please don't do this right away...I can't take it...ah...husband...don't lick...ah...ah...I'm going to die..."

Zhou Xiaolu clamped her legs around Qiu Yuting's head, her hands wrapped around his head like a sloth. The tingling sensation from her vagina was driving her to the brink of collapse. That long-lost feeling instantly swept through her body, making her moan with pleasure.

Before Qiu Yuting had even finished licking for two minutes, Zhou Xiaolu's instinct for pleasure caused her to sway her slender waist incessantly, sliding her labia up and down on Qiu Yuting's mouth in pursuit of greater pleasure.

After performing oral sex on Zhou Xiaolu for a while, Qiu Yuting, still feeling dazed, put her down, hugged her tightly, and said, "I feel like I know you, but I can't remember. My mind is like it's been smashed, so confused, but I feel like I really do know you."

Looking at Qiu Yuting, who seemed bewildered yet knew exactly how to bring women sexual pleasure, Zhou Xiaolu affectionately stroked his head and said, "You're a gynecologist at X Hospital, the president of Qiuting Electronics Co., Ltd., my daughter Wu Zhangxue's husband, and the husband of several wonderful women like Qianqian, Yiyi, and Nana. You can't abandon those people and things that rightfully belong to you."

"But..."

Qiu Yuting lowered his head, the names Zhou Xiaolu mentioned flashing through his mind, causing him even more pain. He clung tightly to Zhou Xiaolu, speechless, or rather, he simply didn't know what to say. He truly had no recollection of anything; he only remembered being called Dazhu and having an older sister named Seventh Sister.

"Yuting, what happened after I left the city?"

Tears welled in Zhou Xiaolu's eyes. The thought of the man from Nanping City who had lost his memory and ended up in this small village made her sob softly.

Feeling Zhou Xiaolu's trembling body and hearing her sobs, Qiu Yuting suddenly shouted, "As long as she's my woman, I won't allow her to be sad, and I won't allow her to do anything to betray me!"

After saying that, his face contorted in shock, and he wondered if he was having a mental breakdown. As he spoke, he seemed to see a majestic man rushing towards him like a ghost, only to be blown away by the wind before he could reach him.

"Yuting...you really don't remember anything?"

Zhou Xiaolu asked timidly. Looking at the somewhat dazed Qiu Yuting, Zhou Xiaolu clenched her fists, tears streaming down her face, her breasts rubbing against Qiu Yuting's broad chest.

"I...I really don't remember..."

Like a child who had done something wrong, Qiu Yuting stared down at Zhou Xiaolu's tear-streaked face with his colorless pupils, a wave of heartache washing over him.

“I’ll make you remember who you are,”

Zhou Xiaolu said through gritted teeth. She knew that the best way to make someone with amnesia remember their past was to reenact the most memorable events that happened to them. Zhou Xiaolu remembered that Qiu Yuting was still bothered by the scar on her thigh, and perhaps she could use it to remind Qiu Yuting of his past.

“Let’s go back to shore.”

With that, Zhou Xiaolu took Qiu Yuting’s hand, and the two of them, like two mandarin ducks, plunged into the water. A moment later, they appeared at the edge of the deep pool and walked towards the shore.

Once ashore, Zhou Xiaolu faced Qiu Yuting, completely naked. Her sparse pubic hair clung to her skin, looking quite shapely, like a calligraphy brush just lifted from the water. Her tightly closed, fertile mons pubis, like a clam, deeply attracted Qiu Yuting’s attention, making his penis even harder. He couldn’t help but grasp his penis, which seemed to have grown several times larger, through his crotch and began to gently stroke it, his face full of lust.

"Husband...do you remember this?"

Zhou Xiaolu said as she sat on a smooth stone, spreading her thighs apart. Her sticky labia slowly parted, revealing pink flesh. Zhou Xiaolu's hand landed on a row of inverted numbers on the inside of her left thigh. "Husband...look at these words...do you still recognize them?"

Qiu Yuting approached, staring at the inside of Zhou Xiaolu's thighs for a while, then knelt between her thighs. His trembling hand pressed on the thigh that Wu Zihei had once scratched. His pupils dilated considerably, as if he had seen something he never wanted to see, yet seeing it would make him lose all desire.

The gates of memory were mercilessly shattered by the torrent. Covered in sweat, Qiu Yuting lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the marks on his snow-white thighs. Suddenly, he slammed his fist into a nearby rock, blood immediately flowing from his wrist. His gaze instantly shifted from blank to cold, and he roared, "Fasfi, I will never let you go!"

"Yuting... do you remember?"

Zhou Xiaolu asked hurriedly, noticing the change in Qiu Yuting's demeanor.

“I promised to cleanse you of these marks of shame. If I break my promise, I'm not a good man,”

Qiu Yuting said with a smile. Although his mind was still a little unclear, fragments of his memory were slowly piecing together. Memories played back like a projector, clinking and snapping. Memories of Zhu Qianqian, Qiu Ruyue, Zhao Lili, Zhang Hong… and others were constantly expanding. What angered Qiu Yuting the most was the arrogant Fasfi. It was she who had injured his head, causing him to lose his memory and drift to this small village, where he was rescued by Seventh Sister, who was washing clothes.

“Husband…”

Zhou Xiaolu was so excited that she didn’t know what to say. Thinking that Qiu Yuting had regained his memory, she felt quite shy and quickly closed her legs, not wanting Qiu Yuting to see her embarrassing pubic area.

Still a little confused, Qiu Yuting didn’t immediately make love to Zhou Xiaolu. Instead, he lay down with her, quietly watching this world surrounded by reeds and nameless ancient trees.

Waterfalls, deep pools, green trees, women…

everything together gave Qiu Yuting a childhood illusion, reminding him of bathing in the river with his sister. Back then, he had no idea about the difference between men and women. Seeing his own genitals and then the thin slit at his sister's vulva, he wanted to ask her why their genitals looked different, but the timid boy kept quiet.

Suddenly, in middle school, he watched porn with his classmates for the first time and learned that a woman's genitals are called the mons pubis and the vagina, while a man's is called the penis. The Creator created men and women to allow humans to mate and produce offspring, and to stimulate the human instinct for mating, men and women produce hormones to attract the opposite sex…

Chapter 163: The Long-Awaited Melody.

Childhood memories overlapped with present memories, and Qiu Yuting felt that he had changed drastically, especially recently. The Dragon Spear had completely changed his destiny, turning him into a man capable of dominating the dating scene, the business world, and the battlefield!

Qiu Yuting tilted his head to look at Zhou Xiaolu's serene face. Tears, uncontrollably, still clung to her cheeks. Seeing such a beautiful woman cry, Qiu Yuting felt that as Zhou Xiaolu's man, it was utterly pathetic of him to let her shed tears.

"When did you return to the village? Why didn't you say goodbye?"

Qiu Yuting asked, wiping away Zhou Xiaolu's tears.

Zhou Xiaolu shook her head, turned to look at Qiu Yuting, and sobbed, "Xiaolu is afraid she won't be able to let go of you, husband. She's afraid that if she sees you again, she'll want to throw herself into your arms. Husband, I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong. Since leaving you, Xiaolu has been thinking about you every moment, wanting to be with you like a wife every day..."

Qiu Yuting straddled Zhou Xiaolu, leaned down and kissed her face, his nimble tongue licking away her tears drop by drop. Seeing that she was still crying, Qiu Yuting said, "A woman's greatest enemy is aging, and there are many reasons for aging, the most important of which is crying. If you cry too much, your eyes will sink, crow's feet will appear at the corners of your eyes, and then you'll become an old woman. Do you really want that?"

Zhou Xiaolu smiled through her tears, but the tears continued to flow. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "I... I'm crying tears of happiness because I haven't seen my husband for so long. Tears of happiness won't make me old; they'll make me younger."

"Actually, there's another kind of water that's even better at whitening than tears of happiness,"

Qiu Yuting said with a smile, his eyes crinkling, completely reverting to his former witty self.

"What kind of water?"

Zhou Xiaolu asked, following Qiu Yuting's train of thought.

Qiu Yuting flicked Zhou Xiaolu's nipple with his finger, causing her breasts to ripple and undulate, a truly pleasing sight. A 33E bust was something else! Qiu Yuting lay on top of Zhou Xiaolu, inhaling the scent of her breasts, his hand slowly tracing down her flat stomach. After lingering on her thick pubic hair for a moment, Qiu Yuting pinched Zhou Xiaolu's already protruding clitoris with two fingers, twisting it.

"Mmm...husband...this...feeling...I haven't felt this in so long...Xiaolu isn't a slutty woman...but I really miss the feeling of making love with my husband...Back in my hometown...every time I wake up in the middle of the night...Xiaolu cries...I just want to open my eyes and see my husband...Mmm...gently...gently...ah..."

Zhou Xiaolu's feet rubbed against the sand, leaving two shallow marks.

Qiu Yuting's fingers were already engulfed by Zhou Xiaolu's sticky, wet labia, gently twitching and feeling the slipperiness of her vagina. After a while, Qiu Yuting withdrew his fingers, the sunlight reflecting off them like a bright lamp in the night sky. Qiu Yuting leaned over Zhou Xiaolu again, his fingers, still wet with her juices, placed near her lips, and said, "Yellow juices can also whiten skin."

Hearing such a lewd topic, Zhou Xiaolu blushed and quickly shook her head, saying, "I don't eat that stuff."

"I didn't tell you to eat it. The way you say that means you actually crave your juices."

Qiu Yuting chuckled, his words, so skillful in playing with words, made Zhou Xiaolu's face turn even redder, as if she were being roasted by fire.

"I..."

Zhou Xiaolu didn't know what to say, so she closed her eyes and remained silent.

"Actually, there's another kind of water that's even more effective."

Hearing Qiu Yuting's words, Zhou Xiaolu, who had been teasing him, didn't react at all. She wanted to see how Qiu Yuting would handle the situation.

Looking at Zhou Xiaolu, who was smiling but silent, Qiu Yuting slowly stood up, pulled down his trousers and underwear, revealing his enormous penis. Having regained his memories, even the size of his penis had returned. If Seventh Sister saw Qiu Yuting's penis at this moment, she was guaranteed to be unable to resist leaking vaginal fluid.

"Xiaolu, aren't you going to ask what kind of fluid that is?"

Qiu Yuting asked.

Zhou Xiaolu pouted, like a naughty child, completely ignoring Qiu Yuting's words.

The cunning Qiu Yuting knelt beside Zhou Xiaolu's shoulders, grabbed his penis, and held it to her mouth, saying, "If you don't open your eyes, I'm leaving, really~~" Zhou Xiaolu sniffed, seemingly smelling something, and opened her eyes.

"Ah!"

she cried out, her mouth forming an "O" shape. Just as she was about to close her mouth, Qiu Yuting lowered himself and inserted the head of his penis into Zhou Xiaolu's mouth.

"Mmm..."

Shy Zhou Xiaolu didn't know what to do. Although she had performed oral sex on Qiu Yuting before, this completely unexpected experience still frightened her. She could only gently nibble on Qiu Yuting's penis with her teeth.

"That liquid is semen. Semen contains protein. If you eat more of it, it will have a whitening effect. And you can only eat mine because my semen is the most nutritious."

Qiu Yuting lewdly chuckled, gently thrusting his hips, making his penis move in and out of Zhou Xiaolu's mouth. What was even more wonderful was that his buttocks were right in front of Zhou Xiaolu's breasts. The thrusting of his hips rubbed against Zhou Xiaolu's nipples, making her breasts even more itchy and numb.

Zhou Xiaolu felt extremely short of breath. Each time, Qiu Yuting would push his glans to the back of her throat. To relieve the discomfort, Zhou Xiaolu quickly grasped Qiu Yuting's penis and spat it out. Looking at the glans, which had turned a dark red with excitement, Zhou Xiaolu felt a little intoxicated and whispered, "Husband... can I do it myself...?"

"I feel like I haven't played 69 in a long time. Play with me once."

With that, Qiu Yuting turned around and lay on his side next to Zhou Xiaolu, his head level with Zhou Xiaolu's mons pubis, his penis pressing against Zhou Xiaolu's chin.

"Making love here really feels like ascending."

Qiu Yuting muttered and used his fingers to separate Zhou Xiaolu's labia, sticking out his tongue to lick her clitoris.

"Mmm... mmm... husband..."

Zhou Xiaolu felt waves of electricity flowing into her vagina and spreading throughout her body, making her almost lose control and nearly climax. Zhou Xiaolu's body was already very sensitive, and with Qiu Yuting, a master of sex, the outcome was predictable.

Qiu Yuting continued to lick Zhou Xiaolu's labia, forcefully spreading them apart. Looking at the pink flesh deep inside, Qiu Yuting wished he could become a small insect and fly inside, sleeping forever in the soft, wet vagina.

"Better to die a romantic death than live a life of luxury"—that's the idea.

After enjoying Qiu Yuting's oral service for a while, Zhou Xiaolu opened her mouth and swallowed Qiu Yuting's glans, beginning to suck intently, occasionally licking the surface of the glans with her flat tongue.

Just as Qiu Yuting and Zhou Xiaolu were performing oral sex on each other, a sudden commotion came from the reeds. A mature woman dressed in simple clothes suddenly appeared at the edge of the deep pool—this was Seventh Sister.

When Seventh Sister saw Dazhu (Qiu Yuting) licking another woman's mons pubis, her body froze. What surprised her even more was that... Da Zhu's penis was three times its usual size, looking particularly terrifying, as if it could kill someone.

"Da... Da Zhu..."

Seventh Sister couldn't help but cry out.

Qiu Yuting had been immersed in savoring Zhou Xiaolu's fragrant and lustful fluids, completely oblivious to his surroundings. When he heard Seventh Sister's voice, he looked at her. Looking at Seventh Sister, Qiu Yuting remembered that this woman had saved him, the price of which was to have sex with her. What Qiu Yuting remembered most vividly was the slap Seventh Sister had given him. After regaining his memory, Qiu Yuting knew how cowardly his words had been, like a cowardly bastard.

"Seventh Sister?"

Zhou Xiaolu turned her head to look at Seventh Sister, who was still standing there dumbfounded. She knew Seventh Sister, but she really didn't understand why Seventh Sister called Qiu Yuting Da Zhu.

"Wait for me a moment."

Qiu Yuting kissed Zhou Xiaolu's soft labia and stood up, slowly walking towards Seventh Sister.

Seventh Sister unconsciously took a few steps back, covering her red lips, unable to believe what she was seeing. The swaying penis was undeniably before her eyes, almost causing her to kneel.

When Qiu Yuting stood less than ten centimeters away, Seventh Sister could clearly see the veiny penis—its size, length, and magnificence were beyond her wildest imagination.

In her daze, Qiu Yuting reached out and grasped Seventh Sister's finger, which was cut by the grass, saying, "Thank you for saving me. My name isn't Dazhu, it's Qiu Yuting. I'm from the city."

Hearing this, Seventh Sister almost knelt. Not for any other reason than her fear that Qiu Yuting would leave her after regaining his memory. What should she do then? Should she find another man? But she wasn't that kind of person. If she were, when Qiu Yuting told her she could find other men if she needed anything after ejaculating, she wouldn't have angrily slapped him and stormed off.

Looking at Seventh Sister, who was keeping her head down and not saying a word, seemingly staring at his thick, large penis, Qiu Yuting took her hand and placed it on his large penis, saying, "I haven't been able to satisfy Seventh Sister these past few days. After regaining my memories, I will be able to satisfy Seventh Sister. Seventh Sister will definitely have orgasms all the time. Consider this a gift from you for saving me. I hope Seventh Sister will accept it."

After saying this, Qiu Yuting hugged Seventh Sister tightly. Seventh Sister still smelled of sweat, but Qiu Yuting found this smell the most authentic and genuine. Compared to women covered in perfume, smelling the scent of a rural woman was a pleasure.

Zhou Xiaolu watched the two embracing and sat up on the sand. Having heard Qiu Yuting's words, Zhou Xiaolu understood the gist of the matter. Seventh Sister must have saved Qiu Yuting, and Qiu Yuting had lost her memory and been given the name "Dazhu." The rest would be easier to explain.

"Da..."

Seventh Sister still wanted to call Qiu Yuting Dazhu, but after a long pause, she changed her address, awkwardly calling him "Qiu Yuting."

"If you're used to calling me Dazhu, then keep calling me Dazhu. I'm used to it,"

Qiu Yuting said with a smile.

“But you’re not Dazhu…”

Seventh Sister gently pushed Qiu Yuting’s body away, looked at the penis that trembled up and down with his steps, and said, “Yours belongs to her, not mine. I can’t touch you, and you can’t touch me.”

Her tone was a little stiff, but it contained an unspeakable sadness, as if she was about to cry.

Chapter 164 Two Women Flying Together (Part 1)

“Why would Seventh Sister suddenly say that? Aren’t we getting along very well? I couldn’t satisfy you before, but I can now, and you can enjoy yourself to the fullest. Doesn’t Seventh Sister like me anymore?”

Qiu Yuting stood there, his eyes becoming very firm, which made Seventh Sister a little scared.

Seeing Qiu Yuting's thick, large penis, Seventh Sister covered her mouth, trying hard not to cry, but she couldn't help but sob. Suddenly, like a wild horse, she rushed over and threw herself into Qiu Yuting's arms, pounding his chest and crying, "I'm afraid that after I try it, I won't be able to let go of your hand. You've regained your memory and won't stay in this remote mountain village. What will I do without you? So... so you should leave... take your woman..."

"We've already consummated our marriage. I'm a responsible man. I can't abandon you. So I'll let you experience the ecstasy of a woman, and it will last a lifetime, unless you get tired of it."

As he spoke, Qiu Yuting lowered his head and kissed Seventh Sister's lips, beginning to suckle wantonly.

It's said that once a woman is kissed, all her defenses begin to crumble, leaving only the most primal desires. Seventh Sister was no exception. Once kissed by Qiu Yuting, Seventh Sister completely gave up resisting and began to respond to his domineering advances.

Seeing the two already embracing, Zhou Xiaolu felt strange. She wasn't angry; instead, she was happy, as if she were glad her sister had found a home.

Watching the water flowing down from above and feeling the cool rain spray on her skin, Zhou Xiaolu shivered, stood up, stretched, making her 33E breasts stand even higher, and then jumped into the water like a carp…

Qiu Yuting sucked Seventh Sister's tongue into his mouth, savoring it intently, like sucking on a snail, enjoying it immensely. Seventh Sister, with her tongue sticking out, passively let Qiu Yuting do as he pleased, consuming all her saliva.

"Mmm…mmm…mmm…"

Seventh Sister seemed to only be able to make these sounds now. If it were Dazhu from before, Seventh Sister would have completely taken the initiative, but now, she had not only lost the initiative, but all her territory had been occupied by Qiu Yuting.

While kissing Seventh Sister, Qiu Yuting's hands began to roam freely over her breasts, his palms rubbing her hard nipples against his. Seventh Sister was intoxicated, her body going limp in his arms, letting him do as he pleased.

Qiu Yuting pulled away from Seventh Sister's tongue, looking at her flushed face, and said, "Go take a shower first, I'll pamper you properly later."

"Mmm!"

Seventh Sister responded, reluctantly releasing her hold on Qiu Yuting. After glancing at him a few times, she turned away, her back to him, and took off all her clothes. When she was about to remove her rather plain underwear, she hesitated, feeling as if she were facing not the Qiu Yuting she had slept with, but a completely unfamiliar man, because her personality had completely changed.

Finally, Seventh Sister took off her underwear and excitedly ran into the water. After getting used to the cool stream water, she slowly walked towards the deeper water.

Qiu Yuting kept pressing his hand against Seventh Sister's plump labia.

After Seventh Sister sank completely into the water, Qiu Yuting found a large rock to sit on. The rock's surface was a bit rough, rubbing his buttocks a little sore, but Qiu Yuting didn't move his body. He simply looked down at Zhou Xiaolu and Seventh Sister, who occasionally surfaced.

Looking at the two women, Qiu Yuting's face was devoid of any smile. Having just regained his memories, he didn't want to start having sex right away; he needed to sort out his thoughts.

"What day of the week is it?"

Qiu Yuting asked.

Zhou Xiaolu, who had just emerged from the water, looked like a mermaid, her full breasts trembling constantly, a sight that would arouse lust in any man. Moreover, even though she had given birth, her abdomen was still so flat, showing no signs of being a mature woman. "It seems to be Sunday,"

Zhou Xiaolu replied, wiping the water from her face.

"So I've had amnesia for four days."

Qiu Yuting lowered his head, looking at his penis, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. He said viciously, "Fasfi, you made me lose my memory for four days, preventing me from reaching a cooperation agreement with Barry, preventing me from rebuilding the Black Tiger Gang, preventing me from letting my beloved women move to Grain Island... Any hatred I feel could make me tear you apart!"

Qiu Yuting's breathing became rapid, like a tired cheetah.

He knew that his most important task now was to leave this godforsaken village as soon as possible and return to Nanping City. But... before going back, he had to confirm one thing: contact Zhu Qianqian. He needed to know what changes that cold-blooded killer, Fasfi, had made to him after his disappearance. If Fasfi's goal was to steal the inheritance for her mother, then the person he should kill was Zhu Qianqian. Why kill him first? Qiu Yuting couldn't understand this at all. If Qiu Yuting's first target was Zhu Qianqian, then Zhu Qianqian should be his second.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yuting almost jumped up. He clenched his fist, jumped off the rocks, and waded into the water. For him, satisfying these two women first, and then contacting Zhu Qianqian as soon as possible, was the best course of action.

"How's your washing, you two beauties?"

Qiu Yuting asked with a smile. Even though he had a lot of unhappiness in his heart, he didn't want to show it. Making his women worry wasn't something a responsible husband should do.

Zhou Xiaolu and Seventh Sister emerged from the water, wiping the stream water from their faces as they looked at Qiu Yuting.

Qiu Yuting looked at them in return. Their exquisite bodies were adorned with the clear, pearl-like stream water, their pubic hair was straightened as if it had been combed, and their slightly parted labia were gently kissing the stream water... The two beauties, combined with this paradise-like scenery, invigorated Qiu Yuting, making him even more determined to love them both.

Seeing Qiu Yuting's penis slowly hardening, like a little monk panting as he emerged from the water, Zhou Xiaolu and Seventh Sister laughed simultaneously.

Qiu Yuting was pondering how to satisfy both of them at the same time. The simplest way would be to bring one woman to orgasm first, then the other, but Qiu Yuting didn't want to waste time. He wanted both women to reach orgasm simultaneously so they could get down the mountain sooner.

After thinking for a while, Qiu Yuting, who had many wicked ideas, clapped his hands and said, "Now it's officially time for a threesome. You two, come here."

Upon hearing that Qiu Yuting was about to "take care" of them, the two women became somewhat reserved. They looked at each other for a while, and after reading each other's expressions, they timidly approached Qiu Yuting. Standing before him, they lowered their heads, like children awaiting punishment from their parents.

"The sand here is very soft, isn't it?"

Qiu Yuting suddenly asked a rather ridiculous question.

Zhou Xiaolu stomped her feet on the sand and nodded in response.

"So what?"

the straightforward Seventh Sister asked. Having grown up in the countryside, she seemed to lack critical thinking skills; if she went to the city, she would probably make quite a few embarrassing mistakes.

Qiu Yuting led the two women to the shore. Stepping on the soft sand, he stopped when he saw the clear stream water barely reaching their ankles. Looking left at Zhou Xiaolu and right at Seventh Sister, and sensing that Seventh Sister was slightly heavier than Zhou Xiaolu, he said, "Now I'll do some preliminary work for a threesome. Seventh Sister, you lie on the sand, choose a comfortable position. Xiaolu, you lie on top of me, just like I'm on top of you. Then I can attack both of your vaginas at the same time."

After hearing Qiu Yuting's explanation, Zhou Xiaolu and Seventh Sister exchanged glances, seemingly unwilling to do it that way.

"Come on, come on,"

Qiu Yuting said childishly, pushing them. Seventh Sister, somewhat helpless but wanting something new, reluctantly complied with Qiu Yuting's push, sitting on the sand with her legs in the cool stream water, kicking them casually. The splashes unconsciously hit Zhou Xiaolu's labia.

"Ah!"

Zhou Xiaolu, thinking a fish was nibbling at her labia, nearly jumped up in fright. Looking at her sister's smirking face, Zhou Xiaolu stuck out her tongue.

"You both seem younger,"

Qiu Yuting said sincerely, looking at the radiant Seventh Sister and Zhou Xiaolu.

"You're such a smooth talker,"

Zhou Xiaolu glared at Qiu Yuting before complying. Standing on the outside of Seventh Sister's thighs, her eyes fixed on Seventh Sister's blushing face, she finally straddled her. Just as she was about to lie on top of her, letting Qiu Yuting penetrate their vaginas, Qiu Yuting suddenly grabbed her shoulders.

Startled, Zhou Xiaolu turned around, looking at Qiu Yuting with a questioning gaze.

Qiu Yuting licked his lips, looking at Zhou Xiaolu straddling Seventh Sister as if they were having sex. Qiu Yuting said, "I've heard that women can experience pleasure and even orgasm when their mons pubis rub against each other. You two should try it."

"No!"

Seventh Sister immediately cried out. That kind of thing was too shameful. She had never heard of women having sex with each other. It would be strange if she wasn't incredibly embarrassed! Growing up in the countryside, she only knew that men and women could have sex, and she didn't believe that women could bring each other pleasure.

Qiu Yuting, who loved watching women make love, squatted down and pointed to their labia that were almost stuck together, saying, "Actually, a woman's labia are very soft, just like a man's tongue. When the four labia are tightly stuck together and rubbing, they will touch the other woman's clitoris, which can more directly stimulate a woman's instincts. The downside is that it can't be inserted into the vagina, but just like that, a woman can orgasm. You two should try it."

Seeing Qiu Yuting's somewhat burning gaze, Zhou Xiaolu sat down completely, and her four labia were completely pressed together.

"Give it a try,"

Qiu Yuting urged.

Zhou Xiaolu had no choice but to rock back and forth, her labia immediately rubbing against Seventh Sister's.

"Ah!"

Seventh Sister couldn't help but groan, feeling as if a mouth was licking her labia; the indescribable pleasure immediately made her agree with Qiu Yuting's words.

"Xiaolu, rock faster, then lick her breasts."

The wicked Qiu Yuting continued to mentor the two women, seemingly unconcerned that they would fall in love with each other.

In fact, he knew very well that whether women rubbed their labia together, performed oral sex, or, like Yu Hong, wore a dildo while having sex with Yanzi, what they ultimately wanted was to experience being penetrated by a man's penis. These things acted as catalysts, making women even more sexually frustrated.

Chapter 165 Two Women Flying Together (Part 2)

"Oh...oh...no...don't...don't do that...it'll break..."

Feeling the intense itching from her mons pubis, Seventh Sister couldn't take it anymore. It felt like a million ants were biting her vagina. Looking at Zhou Xiaolu, who was also enjoying herself, Seventh Sister timidly reached out and grasped Zhou Xiaolu's large breasts, starting to rub them clockwise.

Encouraged by Seventh Sister, Zhou Xiaolu swayed even more enthusiastically, and a continuous stream of vaginal fluid flowed into Seventh Sister's vagina like a tidal wave, some splashing onto Seventh Sister's pubic hair, making it sticky.

"Mmm...so...so comfortable..."

Zhou Xiaolu's delicate body trembled from time to time, and the kneading of her nipples by Seventh Sister made her feel even more comfortable.

Qiu Yuting, who was squatting to the side watching the two women's labia rubbing haphazardly, had long been aroused and wanted to have sex with these two women. However, seeing that they were already immersed in each other's world, he was too embarrassed to disturb them, so he could only squat to the side and restrain himself.

"Ah...ah...ah...don't shake me too hard...I can't take it anymore..."

Seventh Sister moaned wantonly. Sometimes, to intensify the pleasure of lesbian lovemaking, she would thrust her hips upwards, making the friction between their labia even stronger.

Qiu Yuting swallowed, then removed Seventh Sister's hand from Zhou Xiaolu's breasts. He straddled Seventh Sister, grabbed his penis, and pressed it between Zhou Xiaolu's large breasts, saying, "Give me a blowjob and a blowjob."

Zhou Xiaolu didn't say anything, but instead swayed her body, pressing her breasts against Qiu Yuting's penis, and began to give him a blowjob.

Serving both a man and a woman at the same time was indeed a bit tiring, but Zhou Xiaolu found it exciting, much better than lying bored in bed being fucked by a man.

"Lick the glans with your tongue, let me ejaculate on your face,"

Qiu Yuting continued to guide her.

Hearing those taboo words, Zhou Xiaolu's face turned even redder. She lowered her head and licked Qiu Yuting's glans, which occasionally peeked out from between his snow-white breasts, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Seventh Sister's gaze was perfectly focused on Qiu Yuting's two constantly swaying testicles. Determined to please him, she propped herself up, enjoying the pleasure of Zhou Xiaolu's labia rubbing against Seventh Sister's, while simultaneously hugging Qiu Yuting's thighs and licking his enormous testicles. Since regaining his memories, Seventh Sister felt she could no longer take care of Qiu Yuting like an older sister; she could only learn from Zhou Xiaolu and serve him like a submissive woman.

"You're both amazing!"

Qiu Yuting exclaimed. As Seventh Sister came down to give him oral sex and breast sex, and Seventh Sister licked his testicles, the overwhelming pleasure of being attacked in multiple places made Qiu Yuting feel as if he were in heaven, with two supreme celestial maidens serving him.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Coming down, she was giving Qiu Yuting oral and breast sex while panting. Her legs were tightly clamped around Seventh Sister's thighs, her buttocks swaying rapidly back and forth, the pleasure intensifying until she could barely stand it.

Coming down, the pleasure was obvious, and Seventh Sister felt the same way. Her tongue occasionally licked Qiu Yuting's anus. She had thought it would be dirty and smell disgusting, but Qiu Yuting's anus, having been soaked in water, was very clean. Touching the chrysanthemum-shaped anus with her tongue, Seventh Sister wondered if she was going crazy, licking a man's anus. Crazy or not, she just wanted to immerse herself completely in Qiu Yuting's world.

Dazhu, Qiu Yuting, it's just a name, as long as it's still that man.

Looking at Qiu Yuting's thick penis, Seventh Sister also wanted to lick it, but seeing how happily Zhou Xiaolu was swallowing it, she didn't dare to plunder.

After playing in this position for a while, Qiu Yuting got a little tired of standing, so he told Zhou Xiaolu to stop oral sex and breast sex, and to lie on Seventh Sister's body. He then went around to their backs, looking at the two petals wet with vaginal fluid. Qiu Yuting knelt on the shallow water, inserting the middle and index fingers of his left hand into Seventh Sister's vagina, and the middle and index fingers of his right hand into Zhou Xiaolu's vagina, and then began to thrust rapidly.

Seventh Sister and Zhou Xiaolu looked at each other, their expressions surprisingly similar, both enduring the sexual stimulation from Qiu Yuting's fingers. Seventh Sister, unable to resist any longer, took the initiative to hug Zhou Xiaolu's neck, kissed her red lips, and, imitating Qiu Yuting, probed her tongue into Zhou Xiaolu's mouth, beginning to stir it randomly. Compared to Qiu Yuting, she seemed to have forgotten to capture Zhou Xiaolu's fragrant tongue, only knowing to stir and absorb the delicious saliva in Zhou Xiaolu's mouth.

After a while, Zhou Xiaolu began to respond to Seventh Sister. Having spent more time with Qiu Yuting, she knew to suck Seventh Sister's fragrant tongue out, like licking a lollipop, and lick it with great care.

Qiu Yuting continued to insert his fingers into their vaginas, watching the sticky, viscous fluids flowing from Zhou Xiaolu drip into Seventh Sister's labia, mixing with Seventh Sister's fluids and flowing over her anus, mingling with the pure, flawless stream water. Qiu Yuting then raised his dragon spear, ready to attack.

This time he chose the doggy style, grabbing Zhou Xiaolu's two thighs, then letting go. After being wet, Zhou Xiaolu's body slid like a carp. With great effort, Qiu Yuting finally grabbed Zhou Xiaolu's legs again, placing them on his waist. His glans was already pressed against Zhou Xiaolu's labia, slowly pushing in until her labia formed an "O" shape, accepting Qiu Yuting's penis.

Zhou Xiaolu, who hadn't been intimate with Qiu Yuting for a long time, was extremely excited, almost biting Seventh Sister's tongue. She quickly stuck out Seventh Sister's tongue, whimpering, "Husband...slow...slower...it's been too long...I can't take it...ah...ah...don't...too fast..."

In matters of sex, Qiu Yuting was always the dominant one, so he completely ignored Zhou Xiaolu's cries, immediately thrusting into her vagina with force.

The rhythmic and melodious sounds of slapping echoed in this almost secluded paradise, like heavenly music, extremely soothing to the ear, and making Qiu Yuting and the two women even more excited.

"Husband... um... husband... I'm going to die... ouch... it's hitting the spot..."

Zhou Xiaolu cried out excitedly as she felt Qiu Yuting's glans occasionally bumping against her clitoris.

Seeing Zhou Xiaolu's blissful expression, Seventh Sister also wanted to experience the allure of Qiu Yuting's penis, but she could only wait until Qiu Yuting stopped.

"Seventh Sister, try lifting your buttocks up. If you can't, you can use your hands to support your lower back, lift it as high as you can,"

Qiu Yuting said, his tone resembling that of an adult film director.

Not understanding what Qiu Yuting was up to, Seventh Sister obediently supported her lower back with both hands, lifting her buttocks high. To save energy, she bent her legs.

Qiu Yuting continued to vigorously thrust into Zhou Xiaolu's wet, juicy vulva, his eyes fixed on Seventh Sister's mons pubis, adorned with pubic hair. Seventh Sister had a lot of pubic hair; apart from her labia, which didn't grow hair to begin with, the rest of her mons pubis was covered in pubic hair, varying only in density.

“Now try to spread your legs with your hands,”

Qiu Yuting continued.

Seventh Sister had no choice but to free one hand. After hesitating for a moment, she accurately found her labia, pressed them, and spread them apart, revealing the inner flesh to Qiu Yuting.

Qiu Yuting's penis thrust into Zhou Xiaolu's vagina like a submachine gun, his testicles trembling incessantly. Zhou Xiaolu's breasts appeared even larger under the influence of gravity, their waves swaying back and forth, deeply stimulating Zhou Xiaolu's vision.

“It's your turn to enjoy my penis,”

Qiu Yuting muttered, then withdrew from Zhou Xiaolu's vagina as quickly as possible. He bent his knees slightly, pressed his erect penis against Seventh Sister's labia, and with a forceful thrust, inserted it into her vagina. He then lay on top of Zhou Xiaolu, grasping her large breasts and kneading them incessantly.

"Ah!"

A few days ago, when Seventh Sister and Zhou Xiaolu were having sex, Qiu Yuting's penis was much weaker than that of an average man, both in size and length. Now, it had become the thickest penis in all of China. How could Seventh Sister possibly withstand it?

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...uh...ah...uh..."

Seventh Sister bit her red lips and groaned, but she couldn't help but let out moans. Being fucked by such a powerful penis, Seventh Sister was almost dying. What she found even more unbelievable was that as Qiu Yuting thrust, Seventh Sister's vision became a little blurry. It was as if she wasn't seeing Qiu Yuting, but a giant dragon. The giant dragon was fucking her with his enormous penis that could destroy everything, making her feel like she was about to become a saint offering her body to God.

"Xiaolu, your breasts seem to have gotten quite a bit bigger again,"

Qiu Yuting praised.

Qiu Yuting didn't answer her question, but instead leaned down and kissed Seventh Sister's red lips.

"Your nipples are also very hard. Do you like the feeling of being fucked by me?"

Qiu Yuting continued to ask.

Zhou Xiaolu still didn't answer. It was unclear whether she was shy or speechless after being fucked by Qiu Yuting earlier; it was probably the latter.

For some reason, after any woman had sex with Qiu Yuting, he would cultivate her into a slut, a slut who only wanted to be slutty for him. Perhaps it was one of the side effects of the Dragon Spear. Maybe after Qiu Yuting had subdued each woman, he would realize that he was actually a sex trainer. Any woman trained by his Dragon Spear would become extremely lewd. This lewdness wasn't ordinary lewdness; ordinary lewdness is lewdness towards everyone, but the lewdness Qiu Yuting bestowed upon them was lewdness only towards Qiu Yuting. It was the highest level of lewdness—exclusive lewdness!

“It seems like this still can’t satisfy both of you at the same time.”

Qiu Yuting vigorously thrust into Seventh Sister’s cunt, paused for a moment, then withdrew from her cunt, put Zhou Xiaolu down, and said, “I just thought of a position, I wonder if you want to try it?”

Although it was a question, the two women knew they had no right to object, so they could only look at Qiu Yuting with tacit approval, waiting for him to speak.

“To put it simply, it’s actually very simple. I lick Xiaolu’s cunt, and Xiaolu licks my penis and Seventh Sister’s cunt upside down. To put it even more simply, it’s like Xiaolu and I standing in 69, and Seventh Sister and I doing doggy style. Combining both positions should feel pretty good.”

Qiu Yuting introduced it like a product presenter.

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