[Modern Romance] A Young Woman's Confession: A Crime of Happiness

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1. Kexin was my classmate in high school. We sat at the same desk and spent the last days of high school together. At that time, she was the most picky and arrogant one in the class. She always acted arbitrarily and couldn't tolerate others, so many classmates avoided her, even the boys. But I was always surrounded by a large group of people. When

we were in a group, we would hang out together, arm in arm, head to head, whispering and occasionally glancing at something with a very secretive look. But she looked down on being with us and always went her own way.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I suddenly received a notice that there would be a class reunion. I have never been interested in these popular gatherings. What makes me least enthusiastic is that there is no boy in our class who can impress me or stir my heart.

I couldn't resist the organizer's repeated invitations and arrived at the hotel for the reunion with a casual attitude. I deliberately arrived an hour late, and even went to the fashion street for a fresh new look and facial, all for this gathering. I wore a lake-blue suit skirt, a long, white scarf like a cloud, white shoes, and a white handbag, which accentuated my commanding gaze. White is indeed noble. When I appeared at the venue, contrary to my expectations, the room fell silent. People stared at me, then whispered among themselves… Afterwards, I had the host formally introduce me to everyone.

The organizers had ingeniously chosen the rooftop poolside at the hotel for the gathering. The lights on the lawn surrounding the pool, its blue water shimmering, were on, but the sunset hadn't yet faded. More and more people gathered, gradually forming a circle. Among them were people I could name, some whose faces seemed familiar but whose names I couldn't recall, and some whose faces were so different that I doubted whether they were even classmates I had studied with.

Our lecherous high school teacher also came, but the once handsome man was now unrecognizable, a testament to the vicissitudes of life. Yet, though old in years, he remained young at heart, still with that same lecherous look. He asked, "Xiao Mei, everyone says you're divorced, is it true?" "No, why would I get divorced?" I replied, adjusting the scarf around my neck. I found it amusing to see him trying to avoid letting his eyes linger on my exposed breasts. Just then, a small burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. We glanced over. A woman stood out like a crane among chickens, dressed in a black suit, tall and slender, with an air of elegance and nobility, yet she spoke loudly, her voice sharp and shrill, with a vulgar undertone. She was clearly the center of attention, many people coming to greet her.

Soon, a group of people surrounded her, like a star being fawned over. The teacher told me that she was Ke Xin.

I asked, "Didn't you say she married far away?" The teacher said she came back specifically for this gathering, and that she paid for most of the expenses. Kexin walked past us as if no one else was there, leaving behind a strong scent of perfume and her shrill laughter. The crowd pushed her past, even the teacher followed. Only then did I notice two former best friends sitting on a row of chairs against the wall opposite us, heavily made up and dressed in flashy clothes, quietly eating from their plates. Others strolled around eating, mostly casually dressed, their expressions indifferent, clearly unsuccessful and unremarkable, seemingly unrelated to anything.

People gradually gathered at the long table on the lawn. As it grew dark, the outdoor lights became brighter. Kexin was there too, forming a new center. Only the teachers and I remained in this corner. The waiters in white uniforms became more relaxed, chatting and gliding along the poolside. A plate tipped over, and a slice of salmon on an ice platter slipped to the floor, only to be picked up and put back on the plate.

The organizer, through a microphone, called for the classmates to gather. I stood by the long table laden with food, a glass of red wine in my hand, waiting for the party's ceremony to begin. People stood in twos and threes, talking, while others, like me, stood alone, oblivious to everyone else. At that moment, I felt a sense of loss. The organizer spoke, then our former homeroom teacher spoke, and finally, a class representative spoke—it was Kexin!

The organizer noticed me. He came over and spoke to me, asking how I was doing and what I was up to. At first, I answered mechanically, but gradually I became more interested and asked him some questions in return. The organizer answered politely and then suggested we go over there for champagne; the champagne station was set up there. After placing me among the crowd, he said goodbye and left. I understood he was making sure I wasn't left out. This was the organizer's smooth-talking tactic. He moved through the crowd, busy with the same things.

My mood improved, and I felt a little lighter, so I started talking to people. My naturally lively nature quickly made me the most active person there. Even Kexin glanced at me a few times. The atmosphere gradually became more relaxed and cheerful. Everyone drank red wine and soft drinks, or went to the long table to pick out their favorite foods.

As they ate, there were various entertainments: singing, storytelling, jokes, magic tricks, and even some silly antics. The party reached its climax when everyone started dancing and chatting by the pool. As they chatted, a group of people emerged from the French windows, shoulder to shoulder, and circled around the group. Kexin was last in line, and the person at the front of the line grabbed her tail. The colored lights on the branches swayed, the shadows in the garden became blurry, and the group finally became a little chaotic, with people stepping on each other's feet. It wasn't until someone tripped over a chair that the group returned to their original positions.

By this time, a group of people naturally gathered around me, somewhat rivaling Kexin.

Moreover, I didn't need to put on a show as loudly as she did; I was slender, attractive, and well-dressed. Besides, I wasn't a stranger in this place, giving them a natural advantage and fueling their fantasies. This naturally attracted the male students, making me quite influential.

At first, I could feel Kexin's hostile gaze and her exaggerated efforts to create a buzz. I was secretly pleased, knowing she was targeting me, which meant I had some advantage.

Then, Kexin started trying to get closer to me. She acted as if we were old friends, praising my dress and earrings. I naturally reciprocated, asking her about her trip. In the blink of an eye, we became good friends, standing shoulder to shoulder, before going our separate ways to deal with our own groups. Several times, we passed each other, exchanging knowing smiles.

As the party was drawing to a close, Kexin walked past me, smiling, and asked, "Having fun?" I replied, "Very happy, Kexin." People gradually said goodbye and left, but I still felt it was too early, and the party wasn't over yet. Once most people had left, Kexin invited me to find another place for drinks and conversation.

I readily agreed and jokingly asked her, "Want to find a guy to come along?" She laughed loudly, "Those pot-bellied guys?" We both burst into laughter.

The bar was on the seventh floor of the hotel. It looked spacious and opulent, with a dreamlike lighting design that made you lose track of time. It was not only grand but also expensive, with every detail meticulously crafted. It was a frequent haunt of celebrities and VIPs, a place where famous figures and beautiful women gathered.

Walking in with Kexin, I felt instantly enveloped in a dazzling extravagance. No one noticed me, or even gave me a second glance. Kexin ordered me a cocktail. The waiter, dressed in a uniform and wearing white gloves, had one hand behind his back and the other skillfully holding a tray full of stemmed glasses filled with slightly yellow, swirling liquor. We struck up a casual conversation, nothing more than polite small talk. Kexin said, "Xiaomei, actually, the person I most wanted to see when I came back this time was you." "I'm not a handsome guy, am I?" I said. She smiled knowingly, her face alluring. I joked, "Don't tell me you've changed your sexual orientation over the years." She said, "I know, these past few years haven't been great." "I'm doing quite well," I said.

She said, "I roughly understand your situation, don't be stubborn." Then she began to talk about herself. Her husband was one of the top real estate tycoons in Hangzhou; their profits from just one upscale residential area in Xihupan alone were astronomical.

I said, "Compared to you, I certainly wouldn't dare say I'm any better." "How about coming to Hangzhou with me for a few days?" she said.

I asked, "Are you only inviting me?" "Of course," she replied decisively.

I really wanted to, but I said, "Let me think about it." "No need to think about it, it's the National Day holiday, just come with me there to relax." 2. As expected of someone with money, Kexin arranged everything perfectly. The organizer of the party volunteered to take us to the airport.

He kept wondering why Kexin only invited me and not him, and even after we arrived at the airport, he was still brooding over it.

The gleaming marble of the airport waiting hall reflected the figures of two voluptuous young women. The taller one was me, wearing a simple straight skirt that revealed two sections of snow-white thighs, while Kexin was wearing trousers and a vest. We were both wearing sunglasses, looking like tourists returning from a trip. In the distance, a Boeing plane roared past the floor-to-ceiling windows. It suddenly lifted its head and rushed off the runway, its instantaneous takeoff was very graceful, like a silver bird. After removing my glasses for security and boarding, the armed police officers looked at our ID cards with suspicion, as if the women of the age on the IDs didn't resemble us, so beautiful and charming.

The plane flew through the clouds, and I leaned against the window, looking down at the ant-like crowds on the ground. Kexin kept chattering, scolding me for dressing too lightly, saying the weather in Hangzhou was getting colder. The flight attendants brought drinks and snacks, and while lowering the tray table, the plane encountered a sudden turbulence, shaking violently. My Coke accidentally spilled on my knees, and as I jerked my skirt to wipe it away, I inadvertently revealed a glimpse of my small lace panties.

Kexin laughed as she looked at me. She said, "Xiaomei, you can't wear such sexy clothes around my house. We have two hungry wolves living here." "That depends on whether those two hungry wolves are to my liking." "The older one is fine, but the younger one won't do. He's only twenty-five." Kexin's half-serious, half-joking tone piqued my curiosity. I asked, "You have a son that big?" "Of course, we got pregnant before marriage." Kexin said, "Thinking back to that time, it was really sad. I hadn't even experienced the taste of love before I was hastily sent away." The journey was very short. The plane landed smoothly at Hangzhou Airport. We dragged our suitcases behind us as we walked out of the airport. Kexin's husband, Cheng Mingde, and son, Cheng Yang, greeted me at the airport. Cheng Mingde was tall and imposing, dressed very formally in a suit, tie, crisp trousers, and shiny leather shoes. Kexin introduced him, saying, "This is Xiaomei.

" He turned to face me directly. His eyes were slightly dark-rimmed, but remarkably bright, giving him a powerful yet gentle appearance. He didn't seem like a wealthy real estate tycoon, but rather like a kind and approachable neighbor.

We stared at each other for a moment, then he smiled and said, "You are Jiang Xiaomei," opening his arms to me. His son, also broad-shouldered and long-legged, took my suitcase. I noticed he was dragging the suitcase with one hand and had the other in his jeans pocket. His red crew-neck t-shirt was faded from washing, and his hair was tousled and slicked back—not too long, not too short—everything about him was so casual and comfortable.

A dark green Mercedes was parked at the exit. Cheng Yang silently placed my and Ke Xin's suitcases in the back. Cheng Mingde opened the back door and invited me in, saying, "Xiao Mei, this is just a family gathering. I don't want it to be so grand." Ke Xin, sitting in the front seat, turned around and said, "Mingde is tired of the life of being surrounded by drivers, secretaries, and servants." "That's fine," I replied politely.

I lowered my eyes. The Mercedes seats were spacious, but he was sitting quite close to me. I noticed something flickering in his eyes, like a dim flame, like an invisible net. Cheng Yang drove smoothly away from the airport.

As soon as we got on the airport highway, Cheng Yang turned on the car stereo. A burst of strong rock music drowned out the screeching of the tires and pulled me out of my monotonous and drowsy state, invigorating me.

Entering the city, my first impression was green. The entire city was almost covered in green, lush and verdant everywhere. Kexin turned around from the front row and said, "Xiaomei, let's eat first, then go home." "When in Rome, do as the Romans do," I said casually, trying to appear calm and composed, though my heart was pounding. Mingde's legs were swinging lazily under the seat, brushing against my soft, warm leg. He gently nudged me with his knee once, twice, and I tried to avoid him, pushing him into the corner of the seat. His leg didn't pull away; instead, it moved even closer. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught his usual affectionate gaze. My gaze darted away, but it contained a budding, unspoken longing. Fortunately, the car stopped quickly. As soon as I got off, I was captivated by the misty West Lake scenery. The Lou Wai Lou restaurant, ancient and elegant, nestled against the mountain and overlooking the water, stood out.

Kexin introduced, "This place has a long-standing reputation; many literati and scholars have visited it, it's perfect for you.

" Clearly, they were regulars. I saw the manager personally greet us at the door and lead us to an elegant lakeside private room. As soon as we sat down, snacks were served.

Kexin said, "The snacks here are also renowned." She introduced them: Wushan Crispy Cake, Tiger Spring Vegetarian Ham, and Osmanthus Sticky Rice Lotus Root. My stomach was rumbling, so I picked up my chopsticks. Seeing me eating so quickly, Mingde smiled and said, "Xiaomei, stop eating, or you won't be able to finish the main dishes." As he spoke, Lou Wai Lou's signature dishes—West Lake Vinegar Fish, Longjing Shrimp, Beggar's Chicken, Song Sao Fish Soup, and Dongpo Braised Pork—were served, dazzling my eyes. Mingde picked up a shrimp for me; the shrimp meat was white and tender, complemented by the emerald green and fragrant tea leaves, creating an elegant and unique flavor. I wolfed down my food, spitting everywhere, and looked up to find Cheng Yang staring at me. I gave him a friendly smile. I felt his eyes were fixed on me throughout the meal, seemingly oblivious to everything else. I tried to look away, but to no avail. His deep, penetrating eyes seemed to grow even more intense.

This charming young man… I thought to myself, secretly delighted. I wanted to say something witty, but couldn't think of anything to say, so I just nodded. I looked away, my lips still curved in that slight smile—the same smile I always gave him, a smile that was ambiguous, almost imperceptible, in the face of his rooster-like anxiety and restlessness.

Kexin probably noticed her son's lapse in behavior. She still elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin and asked, "Xiao Mei, is there anything else? Don't be shy." "I'm already full," I said.

I glanced at him furtively again, but Cheng Yang's gaze remained persistent and boldly direct. I even considered quickly avoiding him, trying to maintain a polite distance. But I was still drawn to him; no matter how difficult, our eyes always met. I tried not to look into his eyes.

Ke Xin said, "Look at my son, he's over twenty, but he still doesn't seem to grow up." "Not bad," I said, swaying my body, my waist moving nimbly in the dining chair. My alluring eyes traced an arc as I glanced sideways at this handsome young man. I thought my gaze must be incredibly charming and captivating.

Cheng Mingde then said, "Xiao Mei, the welcome banquet is over. Let Kexin arrange the next activities." "That's already very good," I said. Kexin replied, "You two men go ahead with your work. It's the women's free time now." After saying that, she whispered a kiss in my ear and said, "We've been traveling all day, you must be tired. I'll take you to relax." We turned from the quiet, tree-lined shores of West Lake into a bustling commercial street. Like other metropolitan cities, Hangzhou was brightly lit, the streets crowded with vehicles, and the crowds scattered like chickens released from their cages. I stared blankly at the magnificent shopping malls and luxurious buildings, admiring the dazzling array of shop windows. I wandered aimlessly, as if in a dream, the surrounding scenery like a fantasy. Kexin pulled my hand and led me into another street. As we stepped onto the street, a blinding light flashed, making it hard for me to open my eyes. I felt like I had fallen into a colorful world, with red, green, golden yellow, white, and all kinds of neon lights shining from one end of the street to the other.

Hundreds of bars, cinemas, and various massage parlors and foot massage parlors lined both sides of the street.

Tourists drifted in and out, the bright colored lights illuminating the figures of passersby, and many heavily made-up women moved in and out of the bars. When we reached a mahogany door, a warm current wafted out. The two bright red mahogany doors were inlaid with French-style reliefs, and the neon lights above the door were coiled into a large grapevine, with bunches of glistening purple grapes hanging down to people's heads. Kexin pushed open the red door and went inside. Inside, the air was hazy with smoke, and the rose-colored lights made the smoke appear milky white.

"Single or double room?" Kexin asked me. I didn't understand what she meant, so I just said, "Whatever you want.

" "Alright, let's have a double room then, so we can talk together." The lady in the cheongsam led us into a luxuriously decorated suite. Inside, it looked clean and tidy, with marble reflecting light everywhere.

I walked on the marble and could see the blurry reflections deep within it.

The lighting was dim, a very calm and sophisticated kind of lighting, magnificent yet understated. Kexin quickly stripped herself naked and hung her silk bra and panties on hangers in the closet. She did all this with ease and skill; her body had no excess fat, but rather supple elasticity and strength. She even deliberately turned over and around in front of me so I could admire her particularly distinctive long legs, full hips, and arms. Indeed, she had long legs, round hips, a slender waist, and her breasts were full and firm, high and prominent like mountain peaks. She tossed me a pure white cotton bath towel, spread her limbs wide in front of me, and asked, "Xiao Mei, do you think my figure has changed?

" "Not bad, even more rounded and fuller," I said honestly.

She turned around, sticking out her buttocks in an extremely lewd pose, her head reflected between her thighs, and said, "Didn't you see anything else?" "Yes, there are other men, and more than one," I said, and she laughed heartily. "Hurry up and steam yourself. The male masseuses here are quite skilled. If you have any other needs, just let me know; they can also provide oral services." After saying that, she went into the steam room first. The suite was brightly lit and empty, separated by a wall from the steam room inside. The lower half of the wall was made of dark brown wood panels, and the upper half was made of stained glass forming squares. Everything in the inner room was blurred by the glass, appearing mottled and shimmering in my eyes. I quickly stripped off my clothes, and as I pushed open the door, a wave of heat hit me. Kexin's mouth opened wide, as if filled with impatient anticipation. Beads of sweat rolled down her smooth, satin-like skin like pearls. Her hair was completely soaked with sweat, clinging to her long, slender neck in clumps. A misty vapor rose and wafted around her. Kexin turned around happily, revealing her extremely white yet delicate back.

She lovingly cupped her breasts; Kexin's breasts were full and plump, as if they had absorbed too much nourishment. Her nipples were bright red like red beans, pointed and erect, indicating her vigorous energy. Especially the thick, dark pubic hair between her legs, not only abundant but also lush, seemed to have been nourished and fueled by all the nutrients and energy a man usually provides. It slowly subsided in the steam, vaguely revealing two thick, brown labia and a dimple, each labia glistening with a large, translucent bead of sweat.

The light shone through the apple-green walls, turning the mist a vibrant color, rising with pale green steam that trembled in my hands. The dry towel quickly became soaked. I lifted the steaming towel over my shoulders, the steam running down my chest and back like a thousand needles pricking my skin. I hissed, repeatedly splashing the towel over myself. It felt like a passionate, rough caress, pure bliss.

"Kexin, does your husband know you come here?" I asked tentatively. Kexin replied, "Yes, he knows. He even gave me the membership card." "How open-minded. No wonder his name is Cheng Mingde," I said with a smile. Kexin then asked me, "Xiaomei, what would your husband do if he knew you went to this place?" I answered with a scornful smile.

3. Emerging from the steam room, I felt incredibly light, as if my bones had been removed. We slipped naked into the churning massage pool together. The indoor pool wasn't spacious, and our bodies made some skin-to-skin contact, our toes and knees sometimes bumping together. This kind of open interaction is more suitable for women to share their secrets, joys, desires, shames, and dreams. With both bodies exposed, hearts opened as well. This contained a strange friendship, trust born of intuition, and subconscious anxieties that men couldn't understand.

She told me about her past, and in exchange, I shared mine, though not with the same dramatic intensity. She said her marriage was under threat. As a well-known private entrepreneur in Hangzhou, Cheng Mingde had no shortage of women around him, but none had ever made him so serious as this one. She said he had sent this woman abroad, and even skipped an important board meeting to fly overseas for her birthday. She had discovered that he was secretly transferring assets and had sold off a real estate project under development. She said he wasn't treating her badly now, but even better than before, so good that it made her anxious and uneasy. She felt that it was only a matter of time before he asked for a divorce.

"No way, maybe it's just your imagination," I could only comfort her like that. I had no right to interfere in other people's marriages, and I didn't want to get involved in this quagmire and be unable to extricate myself.

“Xiao Mei, you have to help me.” “How can I help you?” I shrugged, feigning helplessness. She said, “I know Cheng Mingde has a crush on you.” “Are you kidding me? I’ve only known him for a short time

,” I said. Ke Xin looked straight ahead and said softly, “I know him. The more virtuous and proper he acts in front of women, the more lustful he is towards them. I knew that from the first moment he saw you.” I shivered, even though the water in the pool was warm as spring. I took a bathrobe and got out of the pool. Ke Xin said behind me, “Xiao Mei, you’re his type—tall, slender, and with that innate sexiness.” I put on the bathrobe and sat on the narrow bed. Ke Xin also got out of the pool, wearing a loosely tied bath towel that seemed about to fall off with a sway of her voluptuous figure.

She dialed an internal phone on the bed opposite mine. The person on the other end was clearly a close friend, joking with her. She said, "Give the guy to my friend, tell him to use whatever he wants, he's no pushover." I nudged her with my toe from the opposite bed, and she laughed, "I gave you my most beloved handsome guy, and you're still not satisfied?" I watched as she lazily lay down on the massage bed opposite me. Her skin, now washed away from her heavy makeup, was sallow and dry, even looking somewhat haggard, unlike the rosy complexion she had before her bath.

Two young men entered, both wearing white shorts and vests, and name tags. One was thin and refined, with a long, fair face. The other was burly and tall, with dark, muscular arms and coarse hair on his calves.

Kexin said to the pale-faced man, "Lao Zai, this is my best friend. You'd better serve her well." Then, she leaned down, turned her head, and said to me with the pride of her hometown, "Lao Zai's tongue is incredibly sharp. Even the most virtuous wives and ladies submit to him." I spat at her and retorted, "Then you keep her for yourself.

" Lao Zai stood by my bedside and said, "Sister, let me serve you." I lay on my back, and his hands started from my shoulder blades, kneading, pressing, and patting there, extending down to my arms, tossing and shaking them. Most intoxicatingly, he pinched and squeezed under my armpits, sending a tingling, electric shock through my body. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, eliciting a snicker from Kexin.

At this moment, her towel had been removed, and she was naked, legs spread wide. The rough, dark-skinned man's large hands pressed and pounded on her soft waist, and she moaned in pleasure. The man's hands continued to fuss over her body, and I saw her mouth open, her face contorted in pain. She also let out a series of strange cries, similar to the moans of a mother cat at night.

The man patted her body with his palms together for a while, then turned her over so she was lying on her back on the bed. He moved her legs up and then spread them wide until her knees touched her face. Her private parts were completely exposed, with glossy, downy pubic hair, and her tender labia slightly parted, revealing a small, round, erect clitoris that was incredibly alluring.

Meanwhile, Lao Zai's hands were playing a vibrating motion on my body. Those hands started from my sides, moving over my breasts, abdomen, inner thighs, and down to the top of my thighs. First they pressed, pinched, tapped, rubbed, and kneaded, then they stretched, moved, twisted, pressed, and flicked... The ten fingers were like ten incredibly agile tadpoles, moving to and fro, up and down, together and apart, swimming around the sensitive acupoints on my body; then they were like ten incredibly swift little hammers, tapping and flicking, chiseling and chiseling, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes together, sometimes apart, dancing on my snow-white and smooth skin.

My breathing became rapid and heavy. When my breathing was fast, his hands moved quickly; when my breathing slowed, they moved slowly too. Gradually, a tingling, pleasurable sensation seeped into my hair roots and scalp with the tapping of his hands. A heat followed, first in wisps and strands, then slowly turning into a raging fire. As that fire burned, I felt something warm gather in my lower abdomen.

I shifted my position, and that faint heat slowly overflowed from my abdomen, gradually expanding into a slight tremor. The tremor made my whole body itch and tingle. Between my legs, the swollen petals glistened with lustful fluid, suddenly soaking my inner thighs, flowing down my thighs in ever-increasing amounts. It had been so long since I'd felt this way. The desire that had been building up inside me seemed to have been worn down by the passing days, and now this slightly trembling, tingling pleasure slowly pried it open, slowly squeezed it out, and then it poured out, surging into my heart, a bittersweet, tingling sensation. My body felt so soft, so meltingly soft, so supple, so limp, soft to the very roots of my hair. My juices were still flowing, flowing so comfortably, so pleasurably, drop by drop, hot and itchy, flowing down into my buttocks.

Looking at Kexin, she too was aroused by the male masseur. Her thick pubic hair was glistening with her juices, her boneless body curled up like a snake, drenched in sweat. Beads of sweat flowed freely down her lower abdomen, thighs, and between her legs. Touching her was like touching an unseen lover. Her hand then slipped into the man's shorts, pulling out his thick, dark penis, and began to fondle it incessantly.

Despite Kexin's usual appearance of wealth and luxury, she was, at heart, a wanton and unrestrained woman. Thinking this to myself, I felt somewhat uneasy, worried that the people in the room would see through my thoughts.

I was already burning with desire from Lao Zai's teasing; my vulva was engorged and thick, the area unbearably hot, my clitoris extremely sensitive. But in this setting, in front of so many strangers, there seemed to be no chance for release; the feeling of panic, confusion, and lust was unbearably oppressive.

I reached for a glass of ice water and took a sip, helplessly hoping it would quell the thirst in my heart, but it did nothing; instead, it fueled my anxiety like adding fuel to the fire. A bizarre urge arose to touch myself, right here, in front of all of them. Kexin beckoned, "Lao Zai, come here." Lao Zai obediently went over, and Kexin hugged his head, then pressed him down beneath her. Lao Zai seemed familiar with this woman's tastes; his tongue stretched out, licking and teasing her snow-white body.

Lao Zai's departure left me with a sense of loss, but the sight of him lying on Kexin's stomach, his tongue licking her petals, only fueled my desire. I even craned my neck, staring in disbelief as Lao Zai's pink tongue teased and rubbed against the petals hidden beneath Kexin's dark pubic hair. Just as he pursed his lips and sucked on her emerging clitoris, just as Kexin let out a joyful moan, I couldn't help but cover my own petals with my hand. My genitals were now wet with vaginal fluid and sweat, and I could almost hear a hissing sound. I felt my whole body was as hot as the room filled with steam, yet the heat in the soft, peach-like crevice of my buttocks was almost like a volcanic eruption.

4. Kexin's villa was located at the foot of Gushan Mountain, facing West Lake. It was once the official residence of a high-ranking official in Hangzhou, which Cheng Mingde had acquired for a hefty sum.

Kexin and I returned by taxi late at night, but the villa was still brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Kexin quietly opened the door and said to me, "Mingde's friends haven't had enough fun yet; they're all prominent figures in business and official circles." She led me into the villa and took me to a room on the top floor. The room was a connected suite, very spacious, beautifully and luxuriously decorated, with a separate bathroom and living room. My suitcase was in the bedroom inside.

Kexin said, "You're all tired, don't bother with other things, get some rest." As soon as Kexin left, I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them on the floor. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the bed, my face burning with this awful, painful sexual urge. Ever since leaving the massage parlor, this nagging desire had been haunting me. Even though I had taken a bath, I still felt dirty because the lubrication from my genitals made me uncomfortable. I opened my suitcase, found some underwear to change into, and put the suitcase in the wardrobe that was as big as the entire wall. I found that Kexin had already prepared some women's items for me, as well as various beautiful nightgowns.

I filled the tub with hot water and soaked in. The bathtub was large, and a gentle, transparent force supported my body. Lying in it, I felt like I was swaying, and my heart floated. The calm, subtle fragrance of the shower gel quietly diffused in the bathroom, and being enveloped in the warm water made me feel refreshed and relaxed. Unbeknownst to me, I had fallen asleep in the bathtub. A slight rustling woke me; I thought Kexin had come up again. I emerged from the bathroom naked, but the bedroom was empty. Returning to the bathroom, I realized I had forgotten to close the window. It was highly likely someone had been spying on me. To be able to brazenly climb to the top floor of this villa, it must be one of Kexin's men.

The thought of my naked body being laid bare before a man's eyes, his gaze piercing through the water, taking in every private part of my womanly body, sent a surge of heat through me. I threw on a robe and lay down on the bed. Who cares who it is? A woman my age is neither serene nor overly sentimental; there's no need for melancholy. I've passed the age of being overly ambitious and restless. Now, my heart is at peace with whatever comes my way; emotions arise with circumstances and fade with time. The bed was soft and comfortable, and the ceiling was covered with layers of white curtains, undulating like waves, thin as cicada wings, like drifting clouds.

I woke up close to noon; I had arrived at Kexin's villa late last night and hadn't had time to admire it properly.

Looking out the third-floor window, I could see the surrounding scenery: a vast lawn surrounded by numerous trees of varying heights and lush foliage. Next to it was a small swimming pool, the trees reflected in the clear water, a gentle breeze rippling the surface.

The breeze was refreshing. Just then, there was a noise outside; it was Kexin's son, Cheng Yang, who came in. He said, "Aunt Xiaomei, my mom asked me to check if you're up yet?" At that moment, I was wearing a thin robe, and standing by the window facing the sunlight, if his eyesight were normal, he could have easily seen through the fabric and seen all the curves and contours of my body.

I covered my lower abdomen with both hands and said, "Tell your mom I'm coming downstairs." To verify if he had been spying on me from the bathroom window last night, I deliberately asked him as I entered the bathroom, "Xiao Yang, why does your bathroom have such a big window?" "This house can't be altered arbitrarily; it was designed this way from the beginning," he said, his expression calm and composed. I took off my robe in front of the mirror. The bathroom door was ajar, with a crack large enough for him to see clearly inside. I applied makeup, drew my eyebrows, and applied lipstick in front of the mirror, and saw him sitting on the chair in the bedroom, intently playing on his phone, showing no sign of flirtation or carelessness.

I came out wearing only a bra and panties, feigning surprise, and said, "You're still here." I hurriedly grabbed my clothes and fled back to the bathroom. He clicked his tongue at my half-naked body, his face flushing with extreme shyness. Even after I emerged fully dressed from the bathroom, he didn't dare look up at me. I guess my handsome son, Kexin, was still quite naive.

He led me to the dining room downstairs and very politely moved a chair for me. This was clearly lunch; the table was laden with delicious food, the small porcelain bowls and spoons clinking in our hands, creating a melodious yet lively atmosphere. To my left was a vase of flowers, five or six fresh roses, elegant and festive.

Cheng Mingde, dressed casually, looked withered from staying up all night in front of the roses.

As Kexin served me food, she said, "Xiaomei, try Mingde's cooking. It's rare to see him cook like this.

" I exclaimed in agreement and gave him a flirtatious glance. He seemed a little smug and said, "Xiaomei, I must take you to taste Longjing tea this afternoon." Kexin interrupted him, saying, "We agreed to go to Lingyin Temple this afternoon to draw lots." Mingde looked somewhat disappointed, his eyes darting around, and said, "Then let's go another day. It would be a shame to come to Hangzhou and not try Longjing tea." I smiled gently and said casually, "With Longjing tea, I'll definitely let you taste my tea-brewing skills.

" "I forgot, the tea there is quite good too," he said happily. Like old-fashioned lovers making a secret rendezvous, we chatted animatedly, while Kexin remained calm and composed, showing no sign of anger or jealousy. It was certain that he was the one spying on me from the rooftop last night. Strangely, I felt a little disappointed. I looked at Cheng Yang and saw him wolfing down a lamb chop covered in sauce, oblivious to everything.

Kexin said the fortune sticks at Lingyin Temple were very accurate, but I got a very bad one, which made me feel quite down. Kexin added, "Xiaomei, this shouldn't be taken too seriously." Seeing that I was still gloomy, Kexin tried to cheer me up.

She asked me, "Xiaomei, do you play cards?" "Not often," I said.

She said excitedly, "I'll invite some people over to play." Without giving me a chance to refuse, she started making a phone call.

Before we even got home, her card-playing friends were already waiting for her. They were all wealthy and powerful ladies, flaunting their diamond rings at the card table. Their cards were exceptional; they were all seasoned veterans, their every move skillful and practiced. Kexin gave me her seat and then patrolled the card table. I was no match for them, and soon I had lost all the chips in the drawer.

"Xiaomei, take a break, I'll get revenge for you." I gave up my seat, and Kexin took my place. I watched the card table for a while, then got bored and went upstairs. When I got to the second floor, I saw the study light was on. I curiously peeked in and saw Mingde looking at documents behind his spacious desk. When he saw me, he got up and let me in.

"Xiaomei, come and see the study." I hesitated for a moment before entering his study. He said, "My study is absolutely my private place. No one can come in without my permission." He was blunt and direct, but I still went in. I smiled at my own vanity, but I still tidied myself up.

I pulled at the thin black dress I was wearing, from my slender waist to my soft, curvaceous hips.

Cheng Mingde's study was filled with antique wooden furniture, all made of precious wood. He said most of them were priceless pieces from the Ming and Qing dynasties. I was particularly drawn to a huge dressing table, adorned with a sandalwood crane, its slender neck stretching upwards—a rather exaggerated design. There was also a mirror, impossible to ignore; besides its beautiful appearance, it emitted a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance. Reflected in the mirror was a strikingly beautiful face, oval-shaped with a rosy complexion, slightly high cheekbones, clear, bright eyes that slanted mischievously, a straight nose, and full lips.

I felt him very close, so close that I could feel his breath washing over my entire body along the back of my neck. I knew he was staring intently at me, and I felt extremely uncomfortable; my first thought was to escape.

He said behind me, "Xiao Mei, you're so beautiful." I've received countless compliments, but I've never experienced such a direct exclamation. A smug smile crept onto my lips, and my reflection in the mirror shone with captivating allure. It was as if I were playing with fire in the mirror, betraying the turbulent emotions within me. Our hearts surged, our four slivers of light intertwined like soft tongues, writhing and throbbing, a vibrant and fierce dance. Only the sound of our heartbeats raced through the night in the silence. Suddenly, Cheng Mingde embraced me, kissing my neck.

5. I felt the impact of a man's hot body, his tongue warm and dangerous, licking my earlobe and neck like a leech. Fine hairs stood on end at the base of my hair and the back of my neck.

My breathing quickened, and something like an addiction kicked in, making my body writhe restlessly, as if desperately craving his hand to reach out and caress me, slowly, gently, slipping inside my clothes to caress my aroused body.

Cheng Mingde, true to his reputation as a womanizer, became bolder and more unrestrained after noticing my emotional and physical changes. His hand, which had been wrapped around my slender waist, moved upwards, reaching my high breasts, slipping inside my bra and wantonly kneading my full breasts.

"Xiao Mei, you have breasts that drive men crazy." The voice behind me was soft and gentle, with a cunning and hoarse quality. Slowly, almost unwillingly, I turned my head.

"Don't do this, I'll betray Ke Xin," I said insincerely, my eyes fixed on his smiling lips, his large, dark eyes, his hands, his body, his crotch.

“Kexin doesn’t care about any of that.” His thin, dark eyebrows arched with a mixture of arguing and an attempt to please. “Xiaomei, you’ll understand eventually.” He spoke like a conman eager for pleasure, flicking his finger on my nipple with a mysterious, elegant gesture that drew my attention to his long, well-maintained fingers. His words eased the guilt weighing on my heart.

His fingers brushed my nipple like feathers, the hardening tip becoming rougher as he pinched it between his thumb and another finger, slowly but firmly twisting it. My mind rejected what was about to happen, but my body yearned for it; I reacted instinctively and naturally to his actions.

My hips began to sway slightly, the pinching of my nipple sending waves of pleasure between my lonely legs. “Xiao Mei, you’re already excited,” he said shamelessly. As his body pressed against mine, I was forced to lean forward onto the smooth surface of the dressing table, having to support my weight with one hand while my other hand clutched my dress. I could say nothing more, only letting out a weak, cat-like meow, a scream of utter terror.

A warm breath brushed against the back of my neck. His other hand lifted my hair, and his mouth gently touched my bare shoulder. I felt his teeth against my skin, hard and deadly, then his tongue merely touched me. Just as I thought he was going to bite me, he released my hair, pressing his entire body against my back, as if he were completely enveloping me. I twisted my body in his arms, pretending to break free from him, but as my ample buttocks swayed, they touched the hard, rod-like thing between his legs. I moved my buttocks to press against it, in a position just as rough as his.

"Am I arousing you too?" I asked him back. He didn't answer, but his fingers gently pinched my breasts and sucked on my shoulders. "Yes," he said softly, then more roughly pressed his hard, erect member between my buttocks through my thin clothes. His hands deftly slid over my buttocks, covering my full, peach-like vulva between my legs, caressing it through my smooth lace panties. I could almost see his long, slender hands covered in my fluids.

He lifted my skirt, up to my knees, thighs, and even my abdomen, and cinched it tightly at my waist, while his other hand slipped inside my panties. My labia were already thick and slightly parted, the engorged little clitoris peeking out from the wrinkled labia, which his fingers gently pressed. And inside my secret garden, it was already hot, wet, and sticky.

At this moment, I was sprawled across the dressing table, my soft waist slumped, my high, full buttocks raised high, completely naked from my hips to my ankles. The hem of my delicate skirt was mercilessly lifted up to my waist, and my red lace panties were rolled up into wrinkled strips, still hanging on one of my ankles. Such a lewd and wanton posture would make countless men lose their composure, and he was no exception.

In the mirror, I could see his dark face, his brows furrowed, and large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He pulled out his angry, hard member from his crotch, and I could feel its thick, savage motion slid between my buttocks, penetrating my exposed flesh. I felt his member gliding over my soft petals, teasing my trembling entrance.

It was so big, and so smooth… its smooth head was round and round, and I could feel its heat as it relentlessly, wickedly, and shamelessly probed my buttocks. Just as it was about to enter, it slid down into my long, wet crevice.

He used two fingers to pry open my labia, forcing his long, hard thing into my vagina. My soft flesh gracefully yielded to his hot, vibrant behemoth.

I leaned forward, feeling dizzy and disoriented, only knowing that he thrust his lower abdomen deep inside me. After a long few seconds, his thing was completely and thoroughly inside, inside, inside; the entry was deep, sweet, and complete, just as his fingers had crawled across my abdomen, probing my vagina, searching for my clitoris, and then sliding happily inside. He gradually increased the force of his thrusts, and my hands involuntarily braced themselves on the dressing table. He reached out, his hand slipping around my thigh and down to my crotch, caressing my wet petals. Two of his fingers squeezed my protruding clitoris, while his penis stirred vigorously in my already overflowing vagina.

Outside, the sound of shuffling cards echoed again. We remained in that position, my vaginal fluids enveloping it, pulsating with each thrust, the soft walls inside twitching, each throbbing like a tender caress. I nervously savored this man's stormy tenderness.

"Xiao Mei, you really are a sexy little cat," he said, his voice urgent but with a sense of satisfaction.

I didn't know if he was praising the thick, sticky fluids from my vagina or the soft, fullness of my buttocks.

I turned my face away, afraid his voice would carry outside. This adventure in such a dangerous place was indeed exciting, and I reacted involuntarily. The intensity of that reaction was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my previous, mundane sexual encounters.

It was truly unusual, like a dream. This man, a billionaire, my best friend's husband—I'd only known him for a day—was now driving me to ecstasy in his study, his thick member deeply inside me. I moaned and groaned in front of him, my vagina throbbing with each frenzied thrust, my clitoris throbbing joyfully under his caresses. A surge of heat coursed through my body, a premonition of something even more wonderful to come. This brief but exquisite stimulation had completely conquered me.

To repay his relentless, sweaty onslaught, I desperately twisted my slender waist and swayed my plump hips, both to please him and to enjoy myself. I was almost unconscious, only feeling his member moving strangely inside my vagina, sometimes gently, sometimes slowly, sometimes deeply, like a mischievous child teasing a dying kitten. I felt as if my body was disintegrating, melting into water.

Sweat dripped from my cheeks, gathering in my armpits, cleavage, and inner thighs, while my own juices soaked his penis, even overflowing from my vulva, forming a slow, milky stream that flowed down my thighs.

"Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer," I whispered, my voice barely audible, only my intermittent panting could be heard.

"Almost there, Xiaomei, I'm going to cum," was his response, his penis throbbing incessantly.

What shocked me in that blissful dizziness was the sudden, explosive growth of his penis, almost reaching unbelievably deep inside me, stretching open my tight, clinging vagina. Then he stopped all movement, completely still, as if savoring the spasms of my vagina. I heard him let out a soft moan and felt his penis throbbing inside me. My soul was invigorated, soaring as if detached from my body.

I suppressed my moans, gently guiding myself into a sexual climax, and as he breathed contentedly in my ear, I felt the greatest pleasure a woman can experience. He pressed tightly against my back; my legs were numb from standing for so long, my knees were stiff, but I still managed to hold on, my eyes wide open, resisting the pressure of his weight behind me. In the mirror, my eyelids reflected weariness.

He, after a while of working, was so exhausted that his eyes shone brightly, radiating a strange, cold light. His cheeks were still slightly flushed; the excitement hadn't completely subsided. His lips were dry and cracked, his facial muscles taut and contorted.

I gazed at his sweat-covered face, feeling so light and empty inside—as if nothing was there at all.

I turned away, adjusting my dress, and he playfully pulled me close, pressing his lower abdomen against my ample buttocks, trying to stimulate his own desire, but there was no response. I casually patted his dejected lower body and said with a grin, "Don't try to be brave anymore. Save your energy for next time!" Cheng Mingde looked at me guiltily and helplessly stopped his advances. Taking advantage of the situation, I slipped away from his grasp, sighed softly, and went into the bathroom. I turned on the tap and washed myself. After a series of splashes of water, I dried myself with a towel.

I tiptoed out of his study as quietly as possible, while the women downstairs were engrossed in their card game, none of them noticing a lithe figure flitting down the hallway. If they had happened to look up, they would have seen me barefoot, holding my underwear, and perhaps even my smooth buttocks beneath my flowing skirt.

(2)

My one-night stand with Cheng Mingde awakened my long-dormant desires. I felt a warm current easily stirring within me, occasionally accumulating in my lower abdomen. My desires intensified unconsciously, and my breasts swelled. Under my overly tight bra, my nipples stood erect and hard, appearing wanton and obvious.

At the same time, my guilt towards Kexin grew daily. Kexin seemed oblivious, still enthusiastically leading me to all the scenic spots in Hangzhou and to eat at every restaurant and eatery in the city.

The more attentive she was to me, the more ashamed I felt to face her. That guilty feeling tormented me constantly. As a result, I was often absent-minded and listless. Kexin asked me with concern, "Xiao Mei, are you homesick?" "No," I answered hastily, but I dared not look her in the eye.

"Then you must be missing men."

" Kexin teased.

"Get lost, you're the one who wants to,"

I shoved her.

It was peak time for customer traffic; because it was a holiday, the two escalators in the shopping mall were packed with people. Everyone was carrying bags and pouches, having thoroughly indulged in their shopping spree. Right there in the underground parking lot, Kexin's phone rang. She smiled at me and said, "It's my Xiaoyangyang." I was loading our shopping spree into the trunk and said with a hint of jealousy, "Such a handsome young man, and you still call him that." After hanging up, Kexin said, "Xiaomei, I almost forgot, Xiaoyang has a soccer game today and is urging me to go support him." Without waiting for my reply, she started the car and sped away from the parking lot like a madwoman. When we arrived at Cheng Yang's school, the soccer match was in full swing. Fans of both teams were drinking cola and shouting loudly. Ke Xin, gesturing excitedly, pointed at Cheng Yang, whose long hair was flowing, and exclaimed to me, "Look, that's my son!" This drew eye rolls from the surrounding girls.

Cheng Yang, dressed in his sportswear, looked exceptionally handsome today. His running on the green grass was captivating, perhaps due to the bright sunshine and the pleasant natural environment. During halftime, he came to the stands, right in front of us. Ke Xin asked, "Xiao Yang, did you know Mommy was coming?" "I knew, I felt Mommy was coming," he said, grinning, showing his white teeth.

Ke Xin excitedly pulled a tissue from her bag and reached out to wipe the sweat from Cheng Yang's face. I saw a pinkish glow on her round, white arms. Cheng Yang squinted slightly and took a deep breath.

I smelled the scent of youthful sweat, the same scent that lingered in the air, a warm, comforting aroma that softened my heart. The smell emanated from him, sometimes strong, sometimes faint, and as I inhaled, I unconsciously opened my legs.

It seemed his gaze followed the up-and-down movement of my full thighs, and my heart raced with a mix of emotions, a sweet, then sour feeling.

"It's my turn,"

a sharp whistle blew, and Cheng Yang stood up, kicking his legs and glancing at me with a smile.

The game resumed, my eyes glued to him, noticing the taut muscles of his thighs as he ran, and his pert bottom. Cheng Yang scored a goal, and he sprinted to us, blowing kisses. Ke Xin and I waved our arms excitedly like little girls. The game continued until his team won, and he came to us in a victorious pose.

"Xiao Yang, are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Ke Xin asked.

I said, "We really should treat him."

"Wait for me, it's my treat,"

he said childishly, picking up a bag of clothes and heading towards the locker room.

"Ke Xin, you and your son seem very close,"

I asked.

Ke Xin smiled and replied, "What mother doesn't love her son?" Then, a fleeting hint of doubt crossed Ke Xin's face, and she said, "Xiao Mei, why did you ask that?" "Just asking, nothing more," I said with a smile.

Cheng Yang came out of the locker room with his hair still wet. He had changed out of his jersey and was walking this way. From a distance, he called out loudly, "Ladies, what do you want to eat?" "Anything, whatever you like," Ke Xin said happily.

I said, "I want to eat Western food, I like the atmosphere."

"Okay, I'll take you there,"

he said.

Right there in the parking lot, Cheng Yang was driving a black SUV. I said to Kexin, "I like that big guy." He happily replied, "Then ride in my car." I climbed into the SUV, my short, narrow skirt riding up high on my right leg, almost to the middle of my thigh. He sat in the driver's seat, his gaze involuntarily wandering.

I sat down next to him, not bothering to pull down my skirt, leaving my bare thighs exposed. I could feel his body trembling. He tried to start the car with the key, but his hands shook, and it took him several tries to get the starter up. The engine roared wildly, and he let out a long breath, which ruffled the long hair on his forehead.

We arrived at the famous hotel quickly. When he stopped the car, he rushed to my side of the door, not only gentlemanly opening it for me but also taking my hand to help me out. When our hands touched, he gripped them tightly; his touch was warm, and I dare say it was filled with deep affection. I almost fell into his arms like an apple. He wrapped one arm around my slender waist and the other around my bare arm. Just then, Kexin's red car arrived.

"You guys drive so fast, I can't keep up,"

Kexin complained as soon as she got out of the car. We took the elevator from the underground parking lot to the Western restaurant. The place was quite upscale, with excellent service. The waiters were elderly men in white shirts and black bow ties, their smiles calm and kind.

In the center of the restaurant was a large flower bed, separating many seats. Shiny cutlery rested on pristine napkins, accompanied by a single, freely blooming bird of paradise, as if a beautiful woman was about to wreak havoc here.

Cheng Yang ordered a bottle of French red wine. He and Kexin sat opposite me, Kexin's arm around his waist. They sat side by side like conjoined twins, completely disregarding the impoliteness of such a formal setting.

I couldn't help but scrutinize his face, a near-perfect appearance with only one small flaw: a thin white scar near his left temple, running from his eyebrow to his hairline. Clearly a scar from playing football, it, along with his upturned eyes, set a new and impeccable standard for masculinity. His full, red lips and strong, high nose were similarly flawed, though with a very slight, playful upturn. Almost instinctively, I looked down at his crotch, wondering what his manhood looked like.

I'd heard that a man's penis resembled his nose, but seeing his long, slender hands and sharp nose, I couldn't help but imagine it possessing the same characteristics. Long and thin, the lewd glans probing deep into a woman's vagina, gently thrusting. He wore tight jeans, his buttocks firmly bulging, which seemed to perfectly match my fantasies. The red wine was served in an ice pot, and other food followed one after another. Far from having any appetite, I felt a growing anxiety.

"Come, let's toast to these two mature and charming women, may your beauty last forever." Cheng Yang raised his glass, joking in a very formal tone.

Ke Xin touched the rim of her glass with his and took a small sip. I held my glass and said, "That's not how you toast people, especially women." He then moved to my side and clinked glasses with me. I swallowed my drink in a big gulp, and he also finished his glass, revealing the bottom of his glass to me. His smile turned into a bright and obvious toothy grin. Facing his sunny and mysterious smile, it felt like being hit in the lower abdomen and other more sensitive areas by a bullet.

I felt hot, as if my whole body was melting, and that smile seemed to pass right through me. I swayed my shoulders. I was wearing a white suit, the top of which was a backless top with a tie at the neck, exposing my arms, shoulders, and back. My smooth arm just happened to touch his crotch. He looked at the bulge tightly wrapped in his pants, and then swayed his hips upwards, slowly and energetically pressing against my skin.

My face flushed crimson, and I dared not look up, but I was certain he had his eyes fixed on my slightly exposed chest and the deep cleavage. His smile was unclear, but it was definitely one of smug satisfaction. His eyes shamelessly appraised my appearance, just as carefully and thoroughly as I had appraised him, perhaps even more so.

Suddenly, I smelled my own scent. Although a hint of roses masked it, the scent of musk, sensuality, and sweat emanating from me, right next to the handsome young man, was overwhelming. An animalistic odor, secreted to attract attention, drowned out my faint perfume, seemingly floating around us like an invisible, alluring mist.

Kexin beckoned the older waiter, angrily pointing at the steak on her plate and demanding, "What's going on? Are you trying to fool us with this street-side stuff?" The waiter apologized profusely. She persisted, "This is outrageous!" I knew perfectly well the source of Kexin's inexplicable anger. I got up, needing to leave for a while; the best excuse was to go to the restroom. I slipped out. The surge of desire had left me dizzy. In the restroom, I sprayed on some more perfume and tried to cool myself down. Only then

would I have the courage to return to that irresistibly charming man. When I emerged from the bathroom, fully conscious, I witnessed something I shouldn't have seen. Kexin seemed to be arguing with her son, and like a wronged little girl, she hugged Cheng Yang's waist, burying her face in his stomach and sobbing. Cheng Yang, like an older man, stroked her shoulder, comforting her. I didn't dare rush out, but thankfully the flowerbed was large enough to hide my figure, a place I could escape to.

Later, they embraced and kissed, Kexin kissing passionately, even sticking her pink tongue into her son's mouth. Their tongues intertwined, smooth and dangerous, like fine silk. I couldn't tell if their kiss was the ambiguous kind between a man and a woman, or a natural expression of motherly love. I went around the flowerbed to let them see me from a distance. Kexin's expression adjusted almost instantly, but I still couldn't hide my astonished expression.

7. That night, I returned to my room on the top floor at two in the morning. I was so tired that I felt like I'd fall asleep the moment I leaned against the bed. As soon as I entered the bedroom, I started undressing, and before I even reached the bathroom, I was completely naked. I took a shower; the lukewarm water spraying against my skin woke me up. In front of the bathroom mirror, I applied night cream to my face, turned off the light, and came out.

Suddenly, I remembered the light switch was by the bedside, so I had to grope my way over in the dark. I stepped on the clothes I'd just thrown on the floor, slipped a couple of steps forward, and almost fell. Just as I was blaming myself for being careless and not putting my clothes and shoes away, someone on the bed suddenly laughed, "Don't be scared! Those are my shoes." The sudden voice startled me so much I almost screamed. I crouched down and mustered my courage to take a few steps forward.

I asked, "Are you crazy? Kexin just went back to her bedroom."

Cheng Mingde was still lying on the bed. He said, "We've been sleeping in separate rooms for a while now." I slowly squatted down and gathered the clothes on the carpet. He came to me barefoot. A hand rested on my head, turning my face upside down to kiss my lips. His tongue slithered through my mouth like a snake, instantly igniting a heat within me, and I let out a long breath.

He lifted my limp body and tossed me onto the bed, where I bounced a few times on the bouncy mattress. He pounced on me, his hands gripping my slightly parted legs, and buried his head between them.

I gasped in surprise, but his tongue had already reached my plump labia. He explored the cleft between my labia with the tip of his tongue, quickly finding the protruding clitoris and licking the smooth bud tightly with the tip of his tongue. As his hot tongue moved, an indescribable, exquisite sensation washed over me, and I let out a soft, deep moan. As if to please me, his tongue slid and danced, licking me with a wet, pointed tip.

The thin curtains on the window swayed, making the bright moon outside appear and disappear intermittently. My hand was at his crotch; unbuckling his belt was quite a struggle, but I impatiently pulled down the zipper and groped for his swollen member. Grasping it in my palm, it throbbed wildly, growing even harder with each stroke. I couldn't help but open my full lips and take it into my mouth. As my tongue danced around it, his breathing became more rapid and hotter. I could feel a change in his body; his eyes were burning, as if every part of his body was brewing an impulse. His sharply defined eyelids looked like they were carved from stone.

Without my noticing, he had pulled his trousers and underwear down to his ankles, and while doing so, he continued to kiss and lick between my legs. By this time, I had abandoned all shame and spread my thighs, letting his passionate lips suckle my petals, letting his magical tongue lick, squeeze, and thrust, penetrating deep inside me. My hips

arched upwards to meet his tongue, and after a series of cat-like caresses, my petals and pubic hair were completely wet. I released his penis and gripped his forearms tightly with both hands.

This action wasn't voluntary; my whole body was trembling, and my grip expressed my desire. I longed for a man's large penis to penetrate me, to forcefully squeeze in, and to brutally fill the emptiness there.

He was as fervent as I was. Without hesitation, he placed his hardened member between my legs, the glans teasing my plump labia, slowly penetrating me amidst the warm, lustful fluid. I raised my hips to help him, and he thrust his lower abdomen, pushing his member deep inside. After a moment of stillness, a surge of heat coursed through my body, quickly spreading throughout. My flesh yearned for his vigorous thrusts.

This elusive, exquisite sensation, aroused by his movements, excited all my senses. He placed my thighs on his shoulders, his hips moving gently in and out, his member sometimes pressing against, sometimes pushing against, sometimes probing deep inside, churning and expanding. His hands cupped my breasts, caressing my two bright red nipples, soothing their frantic, hardened, hungry erections. As he gently bit my nipple, my moans grew wilder and more wanton, my upper body swaying, writhing helplessly on the mattress.

He stood at the edge of the bed, a frenzied thrust sending me to the peak of sexual desire, while he, exhausted and panting heavily, collapsed on top of me, his sweat soaking my breasts. His penis, still inside me, remained strong and resilient. My soul, after a fleeting, ethereal flight, returned to my body.

I laid him down on the bed, straddling him with my back to him. I grasped his wet member, twisting my waist and hips, easily taking it inside. I guided the flow of pleasure, thrusting up and down against him, his hands gripping my swaying waist, pushing against my lower abdomen so that it could penetrate even deeper.

With each surge of pleasure, I groaned loudly, then collapsed onto his side, muttering repeatedly, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore." "Let me," he said, rolling over and covering me. He leaned forward, his hands resting on the bed beside my face, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto my cheek. Without his hands, his member seemed to have eyes, easily rubbing against my high, rounded mons pubis and teasingly inserting itself. The full, satisfying pleasure made me turn my cheek to one side, pressing it tightly against his forearm. As he began to thrust forcefully and rapidly, I bit down on the flesh of his forearm.

He didn't cry out in pain, his arms firmly supporting his weight, while his member never stopped, pushing, thrusting, and colliding inside me. I had reached orgasm, waves of pleasurable sensations surging through my body, continuous and intense. My insides were overflowing with lustful fluids because of the man's thing that was giving me ecstasy, accompanied by waves of pleasurable spasms. He, like a predator, wielded that thing and thrust violently without any mercy. I felt my soul invigorated and soaring freely.

In that beautiful, almost crystalline moment, screaming seemed irrelevant. I was like a lone boat adrift on a silent sea of desire, my body swaying with the waves.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, the pleasurable thrusting stopped, leaving only a feeling of tightness and fullness inside. He murmured something, then ejaculated irresponsibly. I could feel his member throbbing violently, his testicles contracting in ecstasy. My soul, which had been floating in mid-air, quickly returned to my body, every nerve in my body filled with a sense of surprise. I allowed myself to savor the moment quietly, without moaning or screaming, until his entire body pressed down on me like a heavy sack.

I felt the man's penis gradually soften and withdraw from me, the thick, sticky fluid that came out soaking my inner thighs. I tried to clean it off, but he wouldn't let me, pressing my struggling body down again. We embraced on the bed, both exhausted from our lovemaking, but he still stroked my nipples and lips, placing his leg between mine.

"Xiao Mei, thank you for coming to my side,"

he said sincerely.

I said, "That's thanks to Ke Xin; she brought me to Hangzhou." "Ke Xin had no choice," he said.

I foolishly replied, "Isn't that right? If it weren't for Ke Xin's encouragement, I wouldn't have come." "Xiao Mei, I can see you're a woman without guile, and that's what makes you such a rare friend and lover," he said, turning to face me. He added, "Why did Ke Xin travel so far to bring you to my side? She had her reasons and conditions." At that moment, my head buzzed, a feeling of being deceived, tricked, and manipulated washed over me.

He continued, "The organizers of your class reunion sent photos from your past gatherings so Kexin would attend. I glanced at them casually and you were immediately drawn to them. I asked Kexin, 'Who's that?' Kexin told me about you, and then asked me, 'Xiao Mei must have made your heart flutter.' I jokingly said that I'd gladly spend a night with a woman like that. But Kexin took it seriously and said, 'If I introduce her to you, you have to cut off all those other women around you.' That's why Kexin went back to the reunion and actually brought you to Hangzhou." "What do you call this?" I said angrily. I've experienced a lot of backstabbing in life, but what I can't tolerate most is being betrayed by a good friend. I pushed him away forcefully, ran to the bathroom, and slammed the door shut. He ran to the door and pounded on it, while I held back my sobs, tears welling in my eyes.

He said from outside the door, "Xiao Mei, I only said this to ask for your understanding. I'm willing to accept punishment for our despicable behavior." "You don't need to explain anymore." I opened the door, and my calmness and composure surprised him. I put on my bra and panties in front of him, then put on my pajamas. I said, "Please leave. I'm tired and want to sleep." "Xiao Mei, please listen to me carefully." He pleaded desperately. I lay on the bed with my back to him. He said, "Actually, Xiaomei, you don't understand our relationship." He grabbed my shoulders and forcibly turned me over. I saw him kneeling on the edge of the bed. The thought of this wealthy businessman kneeling before me momentarily satisfied my vanity. I said, "It's not like having money means you can do whatever you want." My tone slowed and became more tolerant. He said, "Kexin is indeed a scheming woman, so I've always been on guard. Over the years, as my business has gradually expanded, she has secretly controlled our assets. Do you know? It's difficult for me, the chairman, to even use a sum of money to support a mistress." "Why are you telling me all this?" I said, dissatisfied.

He spoke with growing agitation, disregarding his naked body, and sat on the edge of the bed, continuing, "Actually, you don't know this, but when it comes to debauchery and excess, Kexin is even worse than me. You know, all the burly men and handsome young men in my company are her targets. She even seduced my driver. A few years ago, she found some wandering Taoist priest and listened to his nonsense, believing that virgins could preserve their youth and vitality. So she went on a rampage, collecting young men without hesitation, using any means necessary to achieve her goals, even going so far as to sleep with her own son." "No way, she and Cheng Yang also—" I gaped, as if it were a fantasy, my expression one of utter shock, like discovering a new continent.

He lay down beside me and said, "Xiaomei, can you understand me now?" I didn't know how to face this outrageous couple, and for a moment, we both fell silent. He embraced me, his wet tongue licking and kissing my cheeks, and I no longer resisted. As his passionate kisses grew more intense, the winds of desire began to swirl around us.

I, who was originally full of grievances, seemed to understand his predicament, but I didn't know how to persuade him. I had never experienced such an awkward situation before. The air gradually thinned, and the gentle wall lamp, the low-hanging curtains, and the quiet night outside the window all foreshadowed what was about to happen.

(3)

8

Kexin's family usually had late breakfast, but today was special. I was woken up by the phone before eight o'clock.

I was sleepy and exhausted. Cheng Mingde didn't leave my bed until almost dawn. He not only exhausted himself but also made me feel weak all over.

I washed up and went downstairs. His whole family was waiting for me at the dining table. I was wearing a lotus-colored bathrobe. I walked down the stairs gracefully. The hem that trailed to my feet lifted with my steps, and two smooth, white legs were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden.

I noticed Cheng Yang's clear eyes were unfocused, his gaze burning like fire. Those chaotic flames licked at me. Cheng Mingde, on the other hand, wore a smile, his gaze calm and composed, glancing upwards almost casually. My eyes, in the distance, tacitly caught his presence, a mischievous happiness filling my heart. My heart blossomed, and I took each step with a more alluring, passionate stride. This aura infected Cheng Yang, and Cheng Mingde as well.

Ke Xin, beaming, said, "Xiao Mei, you look great." "You too," I replied, her red and purple cheongsam particularly striking. I noticed again that her elaborate attire was extremely eye-catching, somewhat out of place with the atmosphere of breakfast.

She said, "Old Cheng and I are attending the groundbreaking ceremony for a real estate development." "You're in such a rush before your vacation is even over," I said casually.

Cheng Mingde said, "It was an auspicious day chosen beforehand, and it can't be changed." The food on the table was plentiful, and the glassware and silver cutlery gleamed with an air of wealth. Throughout the meal, Cheng Mingde mostly kept his head tilted, patiently listening to his wife's whispers with a smile. They were both elegant and dignified at the table.

I couldn't help but wonder if what he had said last night was true or false. Kexin's laughter was unrestrained and crisp, the kind of laughter only a woman with a triumphant spirit could have. Cheng Yang, on the other hand, was quiet. He slowly put his drink in his mouth, slowly chewed, and slowly swallowed, as if he were an outsider.

Soon they finished breakfast, and Cheng Mingde stood up and said, "Xiaomei, we're in a hurry, so you can eat slowly." After saying that, he took Kexin's hand.

The action was natural and calm. There was a hint of disappointment in my eyes.

My disappointment seemed calm on the surface. But when my gaze shifted, I unexpectedly met Cheng Youde's.

I raised my eyebrows sharply, and Cheng Mingde's eyes didn't come back to their senses for a long time. After Kexin and her husband left, the spacious dining room fell silent. Only Cheng Yang and I faced each other, the lawn behind the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows bathed in blinding sunlight.

The sunlight shone lazily through the loosely drawn curtains onto the floor, making the low bushes seem less striking; what was noticeable were the dark shadows beneath them. Those shadows, like several black dogs, lay still around the bushes.

"Auntie Xiaomei, are you full?"

he asked, finishing his glass of milk. He drank it quickly, tilting his head back, but swallowed slowly and gently. There was an indescribable anxiety and depression in his Adam's apple, incongruous with his age, before it moved again, then stopped.

"I'm full too,"

I said, but still gave him a flirtatious glance. He must have noticed I was staring at him, and he didn't even look up at my face.

I told myself, "He's probably nothing special, maybe not even interested in me." Yet, even as I said that, my skin grew hotter and hotter, and the blush rising on my face and neck was quite disheartening. I tiptoed to the floor with a slipper, my steps accompanied by the dragging sound of the slipper on the floor, sounding languid and lazy.

I tugged at my lotus-colored robe, from my slender waist to my soft, curvaceous hips. It was only a few steps from the dining room to the stairs, and I could feel his gaze lingering on my silhouette. I tried to balance myself, making my steps more deliberate and slow, while my hips swayed even more seductively.

He also got up and left the table. Facing the young boy who had just woken up, my sexy, revealing nightgown, with its barely concealed glimpses of my body, was more than enough to entice him. I knew his eyes were fixed on my full hips and the tiny panties beneath. The gossamer-thin nightgown was more alluring than my naked body. Even without turning around, I could feel him following closely behind me, head tilted back.

"Auntie Xiaomei, wait a moment

," he said from behind. I stopped. My front foot was on the previous step, while my back leg was still stretched straight on the next step. The front of my nightgown was open, exposing a section of my snow-white thigh to him.

He reached out and picked up a crumb of bread from my nightgown. As he reached out, a dangerous signal flashed through my mind, and I instinctively pulled away from his hand. At the same time, I felt a very strange impulse envelop me.

The fine hairs on the back of my neck all stood on end. My eyes saw a blurry, dark hand unknowingly slip into my field of vision.

My twisting of my waist, contrary to his initial gentle touch, became rough and heavy. As he brushed away the breadcrumbs, he lifted the hem of my robe, exposing my genitals completely to him.

His eyes, almost crudely, stared at the sensual curve of my thighs, penetrating the high, low, voluptuous area above my underwear. When our eyes met, I was stunned by a deep, clear gaze. This wasn't entirely due to blatant desire, but rather the surprise of the pure, loving look in his eyes.

He stood for a moment, then reached out and touched nothing, but felt my evasiveness.

My clumsy evasion disrupted the calm air, and almost frantically, he grabbed my waist, took a half-step forward, and grabbed my hand. My hand tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip and twisted it.

I seemed to cry out, and then my back pressed against his chest. He twisted my arm hard, and I could only lean my entire upper body against him.

He was incredibly strong; no one could break free. With his other hand, he twisted my head, turning my face towards him. His mouth found mine, almost viciously biting down. "No!" I screamed inwardly, but I said nothing, ceasing all struggle. I simply used my lips, tongue, and teeth to meet his surging torrent.

Our lips pressed together, our tongues intertwined. Even when I pounded his chest with my fists, I couldn't escape his tight grip. We wrestled and struggled, our movements exaggerated, a swirling mass of lust.

Our four feet moved back and forth on the wooden floor, making a reverberating impact. My hair was disheveled, billowing like black seaweed. It seemed like a real brawl, my arms intertwined with his, my legs with his, my neck with his, and then a tense and protracted struggle. First he was on top of me, then I was on top of him, then I was on top of him again, and then he was on top of me again, with no clear winner, no clear outcome.

We both wanted to hurt each other, and we both wanted to hurt each other too; it seemed like we weren't satisfied unless we hurt each other.

When the pain really came, we let out heart-wrenching screams, screams so piercing and terrifying.

But sensitive people would find that the reason these screams were so terrifying was that they contained a strange kind of pleasure. We were increasingly losing control, losing all reason, teasing each other's desires, provoking each other to go after each other's sensitive spots, our bodies intertwined, rubbing intensely, like a frenzied caress. And we moved our feet at the same time, searching for a place to lie down.

Our bodies didn't separate as we burst through his bedroom door. He grabbed me by the waist and threw me onto his large bed. I fell heavily, the mattress springy as if it were welcoming me, slamming down on me.

When I touched the warm mattress, I suddenly felt weak, glaring at him fiercely, my eyes filled with resentful grievance.

He lunged at me, reaching out to cover my upper thigh, then began to move upwards, his hand slick with moisture.

His hand stopped at the edge of my underwear; he withdrew his index finger and gently hooked it downwards. I pulled out a hand and swung it around to cover his outstretched hand. I covered it, my legs tightly drawn together, only complaining with my eyes about his teasing. A few swipes and his nostrils flared, his breath quickening.

He suddenly exerted force, and I covered it back forcefully. He seemed to collapse, resting his head against my stomach. He lowered his head and gently kissed my lower abdomen. His hand remained frozen on my underwear; as he kissed downwards, my hand covering him slowly loosened, inching away.

He licked my private parts through my underwear with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through me, making my body tingle. I could feel his lips lightly nibbling at the hair peeking out from my underwear. I was certain I was completely soaked, and still gushing out. He pulled my underwear down, and I wiggled my hips to help him. He held my small black underwear to his nose and sniffed it intensely.

I held my breath, and something ghostly seemed to reach out and caress me, slowly, very familiarly, like the slippery fingertips of an illusory man, slipping in and stirring my sexual nerves.

His rumpled jeans revealed that his zipper was undone, and through the soft fabric, there was a mound of firm, raised lines. I wanted to touch it immediately, even lick my lips as if I wanted to kiss it right away.

He pulled out his thing and brandished it in front of her. I saw that it was hard and large, with a thick, round head that was a deep red color, as smooth as a varnished floor. Its veins were clearly visible at the base, coiling and clinging to it. The folds of its swollen skin seemed to have disappeared, as hard as steel, like that of the Southern Kingdom. Thick, glossy pubic hair surrounded it, pure, unblemished black curling densely upwards to its lower abdomen.

Seeing my eyes fixed on the head of his thing, he placed it on my mound, which swelled like a steamed bun. The smooth head shimmered with the light of saliva, reminding me of a seal emerging from the water. But almost simultaneously, I corrected this misjudgment.

Seals are cute and playful, but this thing was definitely not. It must be a shark or a king cobra, lurking, ready to attack or hunt, smiling and deadly.

Suddenly, I didn't know whether to fear it or welcome it. When he thrust forward, I quickly and uncontrollably erupted.

"Slow down!"

I couldn't help but shout, even though my insides were already overflowing with lustful fluids and slippery, and the intense, throbbing pain made me moan.

He showed no mercy and didn't stop for a moment.

The pain suddenly turned into a euphoria. I opened my eyes wide, looking at him with a mixture of love and hate. His naked body, white yet not blindingly so, with its sun-kissed hue, stimulated me. He thrust forcefully. In an instant, the sexual pleasure was overwhelming, almost palpable in the air a sweet, pungent scent, and a strange, mysterious impulse vibrating within me.

9 When he entered me, he seemed so anxious, so chaotic, as if afraid that a moment's hesitation would mean losing everything. His movements were reckless, almost brutal. His thrusts were wild and disordered, sometimes as fierce as a storm, sometimes as gentle and weak as a spring breeze. This was the first time I truly felt how naive and ridiculous it was to make love with a man so much younger than me.

Meanwhile, his father would constantly roam with his hands and lips over my body and the mound between my thighs. Older men take their time in their foreplay, and they are adept at skillfully teasing a woman's erogenous zones. However, he only spent a few minutes on it, and similarly, only a few minutes in and out before hastily finishing.

I tried my best to guide him, moving my hips to get him to match my rhythm, but he just pulled it back quickly. Even though I could feel a twisted pleasure, and I started to moan and groan, my hips bouncing on the mattress, he still didn't show the control a mature man has.

I knew this young man wasn't a perfect sex partner in bed; he didn't have the skill to please a woman. He couldn't compare to the stimulation his father gave me. But he had a more handsome, sunny face than his father, a tall, bronze-colored, strong physique, taut muscles, smooth, oily skin, and a beautiful, naked body. My fantasies, on the contrary, produced even greater satisfaction.

His taut hips pounded violently as he rose on his tiptoes, his buttocks muscles contracting even more. And a torrent was boiling inside me. I even felt like I was being swallowed up. Faced with his clumsy and inferior performance, my face showed unsatisfied anxiety.

My petals were overflowing with fluid from his thrusting, swollen to an alarming degree, and my clitoris was slightly sore from being rubbed and teased by his thick head. The discomfort diminished the enjoyment of pleasure, but even so, I still gently wiggled my buttocks to meet him, spreading my legs to receive him. My lustful fluids were as joyful and turbulent as the torrents within me, and when the pleasure surged like a tide and engulfed me, I disregarded shame and let out a soft cry.

"Lie down, let me do it."

I broke free from him and got up. I knelt on the bed and pulled him down to lie flat. My soft hands grasped his wet thing and gently stroked it, feeling its heavy fullness. I straddled him with my back to him and placed the stiff, red thing between my snow-white, full buttocks.

As I leaned forward, arching my backside high, and reached behind to pave the way for his member, he was already breathing heavily, barely able to contain himself. Carefully and calmly, I used my fingers to spread my petals, allowing it to push forward smoothly. His member thrust forward like a spear, squeezing into that warm cave that every man dreams of.

As his head pierced my womanly garden, I cried out in my heart, finally conquering this handsome, sunny boy. I swayed up and down, twisting my slender waist as if it were about to break. As I sank, I closed my eyes, savoring the hardness and depth of his member, feeling its head grow thicker and larger inside, endlessly penetrating. It felt as if no man had ever penetrated so deeply before.

He continued to push with his head, my insides tightly enveloping his member like a warm, moist nest, imprisoning a playful, adorable animal. I didn't want to move, nor did I want him to move. All I wanted was to be there, straddling him, letting his invading my burning depths. Seemingly unable to bear the loneliness, he thrust upwards, his member so powerful it felt like it would lift me up.

I tried to calm him like a skilled jockey soothing a restless colt. But I couldn't soothe him; even as I moaned and groaned, his member continued its relentless, violent thrusting inside me.

I twisted my pelvis and swayed my hips, taking control of my pleasure, his member standing firm and unyielding within me. It filled me with a sense of wonder, the pleasure of the hard thrusts mingling with the overwhelming ecstasy of fullness. I writhed with unbridled joy, letting out a series of uncontrollable moans of pleasure, as if offering a foolish thank you to the intruder, even as his weapon continued to throb within me.

My wet interior convulsed weakly in the frenzied thrusting; I couldn't stop my body's throbbing, just as I couldn't stop breathing. My desire grew stronger and more intense, soaring as I savored the pleasure he gave me. Just as I was caressing my wet, sticky clitoris, blissfully enjoying the friction of his large head,

suddenly, my body froze. My joyful moan, only half-uttered, abruptly stopped; the long breath escaped my lower abdomen, unable to rise again. As if seeing a ghost, I screamed, my chest heaving with even more frantic panic.

Standing before me was Kexin. I didn't know where she had appeared from, but her face was icy cold, radiating the resentment and anger of a woman who had been fooled.

She said sharply, "Xiaomei, how could you do such a thing?" At that moment, I looked extremely lewd, my body, wrapped in a thin nightgown, twisting seductively, lively and lifelike—Kexin's astonished jaw confirmed this. I foolishly opened my mouth wide, wanting to scream, but dared not utter a sound.

Kexin's eyes were fixed, a starkness born of sudden change. She stared at my violently heaving, damp belly, oblivious to the glare, but dared not look me in the eye. She rushed to the bedside and violently ripped me off Cheng Yang.

I fell onto the bed, a chill running through me as our genitals separated. Instinctively, I pulled down the hem of my nightgown, trying to cover my wet genitals. Her thumb touched my nose.

"Xiao Mei, he's still a child,"

she said, nose to nose.

"Kexin, I did what you did,"

I said.

She looked at my exposed thighs, her disdainful expression revealing a bulging blue vein at her temples—she was truly angry. She slammed the headboard to the floor, then grabbed whatever was on the bedsheets and threw it at the floor, letting out incoherent screams.

This was the first time I'd ever seen Kexin like an enraged lion. Now that things had come to this, I had no choice but to go all out. I brazenly feigned composure and said, "Kexin, we're both in the same boat. Let's not laugh at each other." "How dare you say such shameless things!" She lunged at me, like a lioness when she reached me. She raised her hand above my head, but didn't bring it down. After lowering her arm,

she transformed from a lioness into a drowned rat. Cheng Yang quickly jumped out of bed and hugged his furious mother. He said, "Mom, I'm an adult now, don't worry about me." "You heartless bastard," Kexin said, her chin drooping absently. She turned away and sat on the edge of the bed, panting heavily, her forehead covered in sweat, her chest heaving violently. The continuous, intense rage had exhausted her strength. Her head slumped, her shoulders trembled, and she seemed to be sobbing sadly, looking like a drowned hen who had lost her soul.

A terrifying silence filled the room, and I looked utterly disheveled. I tried to find my underwear, only to discover it crumpled and pressed against Kexin's bottom. I glanced at Cheng Yang, who also looked up at me. His expression was as lifeless as before, unchanged, showing no shock at this sudden turn of events.

"Yangyang, get out. We need to talk."

Suddenly Kexin spoke up. Cheng Yang seemed reluctant; as he pulled up his pants, he looked at me worriedly, as if he wanted to say something.

As Cheng Yang left, he glanced at my bare feet.

I lowered my head, only then remembering to give him a quick, fleeting smile, but he was already gone. I nodded and smiled, then didn't look at him again, my gaze weak, lost in my previous daze.

"Why did you suddenly come back?"

I asked, trying to keep my voice soft.

She raised her voice, "Oh, so you're blaming me for coming back and ruining your good time?" "Kexin, you should know your son. I haven't even complained about him yet, and you're still being unreasonable." I knew what had happened between them; my outburst of anger had an unexpected effect.

She smiled through her tears, "Xiao Mei, don't I know you? With your slutty appearance, what man could resist?" Saying this, she pulled out her underwear from under her buttocks and threw it at my face.

"Your son is young and impulsive; who can stop him from doing what he wants?" I said angrily, putting on my underwear in front of her.

Kexin fell silent, a terrifying calm emanating from her, as if everything was perfectly natural. Her calm was menacing, yet without any apparent reason. A chilling aura swept over her face, like a ghost knocking at her door, her eyes filled with malevolence.

"Kexin, as a friend, I have some advice for you: stop playing tricks and scheming. Your husband isn't what you think. As long as you treat him well, he still loves you." I lunged at her, gripping her shoulders tightly and shaking her violently. But after only two shakes, Kexin collapsed. She lay sprawled on the bed, limbs outstretched. I didn't help her up; instead, I sat beside her.

"Xiaomei, men really become useless when they get old."

"Don't you have a little one?"

I said with a smile.

She turned her face to me and pinched my thigh hard, saying, "You're arguing with me about this?" "I was just trying. Okay, Kexin, my vacation is almost over, I have to go back," I said.

Kexin immediately stood up and said, "You're really leaving?" "Of course, I have a family too. Kexin, thank you for your hospitality these past few days, and thank you to your husband," I said sincerely.

"You're leaving, does Mingde know?"

Kexin asked.

I shook my head and said, "I was invited by you, so of course I'm saying goodbye." She affectionately put her arm around my shoulder and said, "No, I have to call him and tell him you're leaving. Xiaomei, Mingde will be sad if you leave, I can tell." "Kexin, I don't want to get involved in your family's mess. You should be better at managing your future than I am, I believe you two will have a happy life." After saying that, I pulled her hand off my shoulder, feeling a sense of relief.

Just as I stepped out of the room, I found Cheng Yang curled up on the floor by the door. He looked utterly dejected, a pitiful sight. Ironically, his lower body was naked, his manhood drooping like a frozen eggplant. 　　He 　　asked

, "Auntie Xiaomei, are you really going home?"

"Yes,"

I said, flashing him a smile.

He said, "Auntie Xiaomei, I'll miss you." 　　[To be continued]

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