【The Erotic Singer】【Chapters 1-2】

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Dongguan

, China's sex capital.

If you're lucky enough to be in a bar in Nancheng, you might see a young singer standing in the dimly

lit, slender, tall man with melancholic eyes, wearing a shiny leather jacket and shorts, singing "

Starting Over ." This song is a staple in this bar because it touches people's hearts;

some even shed tears while singing along.

This man is Wu Gang, and that's me, the one writing this now.

Uncle Qiu Wuli told me that I shouldn't be singing in bars; I should be the successor

chairman . But I still sing, amidst the bright lights and bustling crowds, watching the scantily clad hostesses and

the men who spend money like water, quietly singing my own song.

I have a good voice, can play the saxophone, and am not ugly. At 23, I have many girls

around me , and several wealthy women with assets exceeding 100 million have become my lovers.

In this era where handsome men are all the rage, youth and good looks alone aren't enough to conquer women.

What my father, Wu Mo, passed down to me is enough to make any woman willingly lie beneath me, letting me fuck her until she dies. So,

none of these wealthy women are willing to leave me; they throw piles of money at me. But I don't want it. I don't

sing because I'm forced to. I could squander the fortune my father left me until I die.

I sing to wait for someone, a woman, a woman who had a physical relationship with my father.

This woman's name is Qin Feng.

In the bar, I don't take a penny of payment, so I only sing one song. After the song, I walk off

the stage towards the woman who has been staring at me for a long time. I want to seduce a woman like her, then ask her surname. If

her surname happens to be Qin, I will sit enthusiastically in front of her and let her enjoy the view.

If not, I'd just exchange a few pleasantries and leave. But if she's exceptionally beautiful, the kind

that gets my manhood aroused, I'd drink with her, then help her to the bathroom, letting her moan and groan

without restraint . Or she might agree to go to a hotel, where my big thing would fuck her until

her eyes rolled back, and she'd finally fall into a deep sleep in blissful ecstasy.

I'm touring bars in Dongguan, performing, but I still haven't found Qin Feng. Actually,

finding her would be simple; I could just go to her Zhongyi Multinational Group. But Uncle Qiu Wuli says that to

reclaim what originally belonged to me, my father Wu Mo, the Tenglong Group, going directly to her would only backfire. We must

follow his plan.

So, I'm moving forward step by step according to Uncle Qiu Wuli's plan.

Now, I've stepped off the stage and am walking towards a woman dressed in elegant clothes. This woman

has been staring intently at me since I came on stage to sing, her gaze never leaving me for a moment.

When I approached her, I saw that this woman was strikingly beautiful. She had an oval face, long, curly

blonde hair that cascaded casually over her shoulders, and glossy red lipstick on her lips. Her eyes were

misty .

She smiled, a blush rising on her fair face, perhaps from the red wine, giving her an

alluring and captivating charm. I stood quietly before her, looking at her without smiling or speaking.

My gaze swept down from her neck, revealing a pair of large, full

breasts that revealed a deep cleavage. My eyes briefly swept over those breasts before settling on her

gaze. "

You sang beautifully; I almost cried. Thank you for moving me. You know,

there are so few things that can truly move you in this society," she said with a smile, extending her delicate hand to

gently push a glass of red wine towards me. "

To express my gratitude, I'll buy you a drink." She parted her red lips slightly, revealing a row of pearly white teeth, and spoke to me.

Without the slightest hesitation, I sat down opposite her and took a sip of the red wine in front of me. A man should

drink , but I drink—these are two completely different ways. Drinking is crude and possessive;

drinking is elegant and tasteful. This is what Aunt Qiufeng taught me. She had been consciously cultivating my lifestyle

according to high society standards. She said my future wasn't to become a rough, uncouth man, but

an entrepreneur—a tasteful and sophisticated entrepreneur, like my father, Wu Mo.

Aunt Qiufeng was my father's lover, always had, never changed. Even after my father's passing for so

many years, she remained single and never sought other men; her loyalty to my father was unwavering.

I knew Wu Mo's story. Aunt Sun Shuangning often looked at me with tears in her eyes, while my mother, Sun Xiangning, always

smiled and said Wu Mo had returned—he was practically a carbon copy.

I'd seen Wu Mo's photos; he was indeed a very handsome man, with bright, piercing eyes and a

striking face. Several times, when I stared intently at his pictures, I even felt a silent

connection .

These thoughts flashed through my mind as I began to seriously observe the beautiful, sexy middle-aged woman before me,

then smiled and raised my glass to clink with hers. She took a sip, then gently set it down.

This gesture seemed familiar. Oh, right, it was Aunt Qiufeng's style. Are all

women of taste and elegance like this?

I wondered silently. "

Are you still going to sing on stage?" she asked softly after taking a sip of red wine.

I smiled and shook my head. "I only sing one song a night. I'm not an employee here; I'm just a guest performer. I

don't get paid, so I'll only sing one song." As I spoke, my eyes looked over her head towards the stage. Three dancers dressed in bikinis appeared on stage

and began to sway their serpentine

bodies .

I know these girls, and I even slept with one of them, though it must have been a long time ago

. I remember that night after the nightclub, she ran up to me and said, "Brother Gang, are you treating me to a late-night snack?" I smiled,

and after we finished eating, we booked a room at a nearby hotel. I like women to bathe me, so I asked her to help me

.

Just as I took off my clothes, she exclaimed, "Brother Gang, your penis is so long and big!"

That was her first comment about me.

...I snapped out of my reverie and looked at the middle-aged woman in front of me.

The middle-aged woman smiled at me and said softly, "Could you accompany me for a walk to clear my head?" I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sister,

I'm not a male prostitute. If you want, I can find you one, or even several."

The middle-aged woman seemed unconcerned by my answer, smiling, "This is a place I visited more than 20 years ago.

I danced for a man on stage there, a striptease. I danced for him, and he rushed onto the stage,

grabbed me with his clothes, and carried me back to his hotel. Now, I still want to dance there, but he's gone."

After saying this, the middle-aged woman glanced at me, her expression somber, "I miss him so much. I cherish

every place he took me, and you remind me of him."

I seemed to understand, and smiled, "It seems I've reminded you of someone from the past. In that case, I'm willing to accompany

you. I'm willing to watch a beautiful woman be happy and joyful in front of me." As I spoke, I stood up. The middle-aged

woman looked at me appreciatively and stood up with me, then left a 100-yuan note on the table

.

A red Mercedes was parked outside the bar. A middle-aged woman opened the door and got

in looked at me and said, "Please get in." I sat down in the passenger seat next to her, my saxophone case slung over my shoulder.

A pleasant fragrance filled the car. The woman's breasts rested on the steering wheel,

trembling slightly.

She smiled and said, "Shall I take you to a hotel? Don't worry, I won't make you a male prostitute. I'll respect your

wishes. I just want to talk to someone and get rid of my sadness."

I nodded. "Please drive, ma'am. I'll play you a tune on the saxophone. Drive slowly." The woman smiled

slightly , straightened her posture, and her large breasts swayed slightly, but I didn't stare. I

took out my saxophone from the case and started playing.

She drove very slowly. I played "Going Home." After I finished, she pulled over

to the side of the street, buried her face in the steering wheel, and began to cry.

I watched her silently, knowing she'd be alright after a while; this piece of music always

evoked sadness or melancholy in anyone who heard it.

A moment later, she looked up at me, wiped the tears from the corner of her eye with her finger, and smiled. "Thank you," she said, "this is

the happiest moment I've had since returning from America. Please come with me to the hotel; I want to hear you play the saxophone again."

I smiled slightly, turning to look and realizing the hotel was right next to where she'd parked her car.

She got out of the car, handed the keys to the doorman, and walked ahead of me. Under the hotel lobby

lights , I noticed how beautiful her figure was; her rounded buttocks were slightly upturned, and her curves

were clearly defined beneath her stylish coat—a very sexy figure from behind.

I followed her in the elevator on the side of the lobby all the way to the 38th floor,

stopping I watched her take out her key card from her bag and swipe it.

Upon entering, I saw a large bathtub with constantly rising steam, and

rose . I guessed this room must be expensive. This was my first time entering such a luxurious

hotel. Although I was amazed, I showed no surprise on my face. I wondered if

this woman was deliberately showing off her wealth.

The middle-aged woman put down her bag by the bed, then extended her right hand. "Let's get acquainted. My name is Gong Yue. I just

returned from America." Gong Yue?! The name seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I noticed

a ruby ring on her slender, pale finger, not on her ring finger, but on her index finger.

I extended my right hand and shook hers. "My name is Wu Gang. Wu as in 'mouth and sky,' and Gang as in 'strong.'" After I finished speaking, she looked at me with some

surprise , but didn't say anything. She smiled, withdrew her hand, and slowly took off her clothes. I looked at

her with some astonishment. "I'm going to take a bath now. Would you like to come with me?"

I shook my head. "I told you, I'm not a male prostitute." She smiled, saying nothing more,

stretching out . Her large breasts swayed up and down, surprisingly firm, her waistline smooth without

the bloating of a middle-aged woman, her thighs shapely, and a tuft of black hair at the groin forming an inverted triangle—clearly

trimmed.

Twenty years ago, he and I bathed together in a room like this, partied together, and I slowly undressed in

front of . "If you don't want to, then please play another saxophone song for me, okay?" She

looked at me, her arms outstretched. I silently picked up the saxophone and began to play "Forever in Love."

She went into the bathtub, poured a glass of red wine, her hair falling over the edge, and lay back,

letting her large breasts stand erect in the air.

I finished playing, looking at her. Her white face was raised, her bright red lips slightly parted, and I suddenly felt

a surge of desire. Then I saw her beckoning to me.

I put down my saxophone, started taking off my short leather jacket, then unzipped it, letting my pants fall freely, followed by

my underwear. I glanced up at her and noticed her gaze was fixed on me. My

crotch full and firm, a sign of desire. What hadn't been erect before was slowly swelling, growing

larger and longer.

I knew many women looked at me with that same surprise, and that it usually took them a long time to adjust when I

penetrated , even the initial pain followed by

intense pleasure.

I didn't take off my underwear, deciding to maintain a final shred of mystery. With her surprised expression,

I stepped into the bathtub.

She moved her lips as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent, turning to pour me a glass of red wine and

gently placing it beside me.

After doing that, she reached down and gently stroked my bulging crotch. I saw

the same look of utter surprise in her eyes again. She sat up and crawled in front of me, her hands gently

moving down from my waist to slowly pull down my pants. "

It's really rare! Chinese men actually have such magnificent organs!" she murmured to herself. "Mine

is just as long and thick. I'm so lucky to have met such a treasure as soon as I got back.

" I laughed. "Can it be compared to American men?" I asked. "

Sure, my first boyfriend was German, and he had one as big and long as yours. Please, please..."

"Fuck me, okay? You're not a male prostitute, just fuck me like a prostitute, okay?" She actually said this,

opening her mouth and sucking.

I neither cooperated nor refused, picking up my glass and drinking, smiling as I enjoyed this middle-aged woman, Gong Yue, a middle-aged woman who had returned from

America , giving me oral sex.

But what I didn't expect was that she could do deep throat. After a few sucks, she opened her mouth, stuck out

her tongue , and began to insert it into her throat.

This was the first time I had experienced such frenzied oral sex. None of the other women had such skill; they would only take

half in before their eyes rolled back. But she did it effortlessly, which made me look at her with new respect.

I thought, she must do this often with her German boyfriend. So, is she clean?

As I was thinking this, she actually took my penis all the way in and even stuck out her tongue to lick

my testicles, which surprised me even more!

She was crawling beneath me, her round buttocks raised high, her plump, white skin

incredibly sexy in the light. I hadn't yet examined her genitals closely; perhaps it was spacious, having been fucked by countless men

, hence the looseness. I put down my glass, cupped her head in my hands, and began to move, thrusting my hips.

I heard moaning sounds coming from deep within her throat; she seemed unable to bear it any longer, shaking her head to let me go.

I released her, and I watched as her head slowly tilted back, my thick, long member slowly withdrawing inch by inch from her throat

, a glistening drop of saliva connecting my glans to the tip of her tongue. Her face was flushed

crimson; such a red on her fair skin was strikingly beautiful.

I watched her quietly, smiling, and said, "Big sister, you're amazing. Before you, no woman

could completely swallow my big cock. You're the first."

She smiled radiantly, her face like a delicate flower slowly blooming, rose petals highlighting her fair and

voluptuous body. Ripples spread across the water with her movements. I didn't know how to describe this lewd and luxurious scene;

my mind was filled only with surging desire. I wanted to fuck her, to thrust hard into her body, to make her moan and

cry out, to make her submit to my enormous member.

But she seemed not to have enjoyed the thrusting of my member into her throat enough. Suddenly,

she pressed her head down, and my member was taken all the way to the bottom. This extraordinary pleasure was incredibly intense; I felt

my body and soul surging.

Since she was so frenzied, I had no pity. I grabbed her head and began to

thrust , my thick, long member repeatedly bending and penetrating her throat, then quickly withdrawing, only

to plunge in again. She cried out, her moans a mixture of pain and pleasure. This suddenly reminded me of an adult film called

"Deep Throat," also made by Americans, from a long time ago.

There was a scene in the movie where the female and male leads were in a 69 position. The camera focused directly on the female lead performing oral

sex, with her repeatedly penetrating the male lead's penis, and fluid constantly gushing from her throat.

Of course, I watched this movie in secret, and afterwards I threw it in the trash.

Now, this middle-aged woman who had returned from America was giving me deep throat in the same way, but unlike the female lead in

the movie a constant flow of fluid; only saliva kept flowing out, running down

my lower abdomen.

My hips were thrusting rapidly, and she was rhythmically matching me. After a while, I felt myself

coming, and my movements became even faster. But unexpectedly, she suddenly stopped giving me deep throat and spat out my

penis .

She laughed and said, "Don't rush, you haven't fucked me yet, it would be a shame to end like this." After saying that, she stood up, pulled me out of the bathtub, and led me to the bed. She grabbed a towel and started drying me, then dried herself

after wiping the water droplets off my body . 　　I watched her actions with a smile and asked, "Would you like to be a prostitute for once?" She waited until I finished speaking, then dried herself off and smiled, replying, "You don't want to be a male prostitute? Then I'll be a high-class prostitute for you. But do you know how to fuck a prostitute?" 　　This really stumped me, because I'd never fucked a prostitute before. I was surrounded by women lining up; prostitutes were simply beneath my notice. 　　I shook my head. "I've never fucked a prostitute, so I don't know how," I said with a smile. 　　She smiled. "I've never played with male prostitutes either, but I want to be a prostitute in this room for once. Just fuck me like a prostitute, and you give me a tip as payment, okay?" 　　I looked at her in surprise, then, with a sudden burst of strength, I pushed her down onto the bed, spread her plump, white thighs, and stared at her vulva. I wanted to see what this woman who had returned from America's vagina looked like— so alluring and wanton. But I was disappointed. Compared to the girls I'd fucked, her vulva was truly black—not only were her labia large, but they were also very long, completely covering the opening. 　　I gently parted the two petals with my fingers, revealing a protruding bud with a dark red clitoris. Images of withered azaleas flashed through my mind, the petals beginning to droop, only the stamen still trying to exhale its fragrance. I'd seen this scene many times on those rich women; it seemed most middle-aged women's genitals were like this, I thought. 　　As I parted and gently rubbed the dark red clitoris with my fingers, she let out a groan, placing on mine and pressing down hard. I loved seeing women in that unbearable state under my touch, especially the clear fluid flowing out. Only by making them leak fluid could I make them completely submit to me, creating an addiction that controlled them. 　　Now, I was using the same method. 　　The middle-aged woman—oh no, her name was Gong Yue, as I'd already been told. So, Gong Yue was writhing under my hands at that moment , her two plump, white thighs twisting and turning, her dark red vulva opening and closing with each movement, a stream of fluid slowly gushing out. I heard her begin to moan loudly. 　　"My God!" she started calling out in English, "Fucking? Me? Please!" I understood this English perfectly well; in fact, I could converse fluently with foreigners. Oh, I forgot to mention, I have a bachelor's degree from Peking University. I didn't get into Tsinghua University because in my final year of high school, I loved...

I slept with a woman, and that woman was my Aunt Qiufeng.

But I still managed to get into Peking University, quite easily. Uncle Qiu Wuli said my IQ was 180

, and it was a bit of a pity I didn't get into Tsinghua University.

Gong Yue cried out, her wrinkled face flushed, adding a touch of

charm . I liked this charm, and it aroused me even more.

I inserted two fingers and stirred them inside, then three, then my whole palm. I was

surprised that Gong Yue could still withstand it, but as the tip of my palm entered, she became

even more excited, her long, curly blonde hair swaying on the pillow like rolling waves.

There was more and more fluid; the sheets beneath her were already soaked. I quickened the thrusting motion of my palm, and

Gong Yue's moans turned into howls, the sounds of "ah ah" echoing in the room, filling it with a lewd atmosphere.

From her voice, I knew it was time to penetrate. My thick, long member would slam in now,

and a few thrusts would bring her to a climax quickly. So, I stood up, positioned myself at her vulva, and thrust

in all the way. Gong Yue trembled all over, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her lower body rising and falling with my thrusts

, her rhythm and coordination perfect.

Gong Yue's body was very supple, her large breasts undulating like the rising tide,

her bright eyes shining with intense excitement. She cried out, "Darling, fuck me, fuck

me hard, fuck me to death!" I was already drenched in sweat. I watched as my thick, long member thrust in and out

until it was completely inside, then slowly withdrew. Her two dark red labia sank in with my entry and

parted again with my withdrawal, repeating this cycle.

Her lower body was warm, but this warmth slowly began to heat up, tightly enveloping my glans,

seemingly contracting continuously. The feeling was wonderful, especially at the base, like

a soft cotton cloud.

Gong Yue's howls turned into moans. She must not have expected that I not only had a long and thick penis but also such

endurance. At this moment, her whole body was limp, only able to gasp for breath as I fucked her. Exhausted, she lay on her back with her legs

spread , letting me thrust in and out almost frantically, her eyes closed, her large breasts

bouncing wildly on her body.

"You're so amazing! I haven't had an orgasm like this in years, thank you!" she gasped. "

If possible, I'd like you to be my Chinese lover, okay?"

I panted heavily, but I still shook my head. I wanted to ejaculate as quickly as possible, but today, like seeing a

ghost , my long penis showed no sign of ejaculation. The image of Wu Mo flashed through my mind

; I seemed to see him smiling at me.

Ah, Wu Mo, I miss you so much! The middle-aged woman beneath me, Gong Yue, actually called out my father's name. I

felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, my whole body turning cold!

The man she was thinking of was my father! And at this moment, I was actually having sex with a woman my father had slept with before his death.

I froze on the edge of the bed, my penis instantly going limp and slipping numbly out of Gong Yue's body.

I stared at the woman beneath me and asked, "How do you know my father's name?"

Gong Yue screamed in shock upon hearing this, sitting up in bed, staring blankly at me as if she

had seen Wu Mo's ghost, her eyes filled with terror.

Gong Yue's voice trembled, "Your father is Wu Mo? Wu Mo is your father? Wu Mo is the chairman of Tenglong Group,

my lover, and you are Wu Mo's son?!"

I saw a string of tears slide down her cheeks after she finished asking this series of questions, tears of surprise,

sadness, and shame streaming down her face!

I couldn't face her anymore, so I turned away and said, "Yes, my father was Wu Mo, the chairman and founder of

Tenglong Group.

" Gong Yue quickly grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself, tears still streaming down her face, staring at me for a long time. I started

dressing, right under her nose, putting on my clothes one by one, then putting my saxophone back in its case. I

was about to leave.

After watching me finish, she suddenly jumped out of bed, hugged me, and

rubbed her face against my back, whispering, "Child, you should call me Auntie. I'm your Aunt Gong Yue."

I suddenly felt like crying. I was waiting for Qin Feng, and I was trying to seduce Qin Feng, but I

had inexplicably encountered Wu Mo's lover. Was this my father's guidance from the shadows?! No, that's impossible.

I don't believe in ghosts or gods; I'm an atheist.

So, it must be pure coincidence, a very unexpected and dramatic coincidence.

Without turning around, I said, "Does Aunt Gong Yue want me to spend the night with you?" Hearing this, she

silently released me, then quickly took a card from her bag and handed it to me behind my back, saying, "Child, this

is my phone number and address in the United States. I hope you'll come to me. I have a company in America, with shares left by your

father . If you're willing, I'll give you the company, just like your father saved me back then.

Everything I have is yours, my child!"

My eyes welled up, but I didn't know what to say. Wu Mo left when I was three years old; more than 20 years

had passed, and I could only find my father's shadow in photographs, trying to piece together his image.

Gong Yue continued, "Wu Mo, how could you let your child end up singing in a bar? You're insulting me,

you scoundrel!"

I felt Gong Yue trembling behind me, then turned around, looking at her tearful eyes and smiling, "

Aunt Gong Yue, I didn't end up singing in a bar. I could never spend all the money my father left me in my lifetime.

I went to sing because I was waiting for someone, a woman, and her name is Qin Feng."

Gong Yue looked at me in surprise and asked, "Child, why are you looking for her?" Why not go directly to the Zhongyi Group?

I smiled slightly. "Aunt Gong Yue, don't you have any children of your own in the United States?"

Gong Yue stared at me and slowly said, "I don't have any children. I was once pregnant with your father's child, but

I miscarried. This is the biggest regret of my life; otherwise, I would be the same age as you. I adopted a daughter

who is American and is currently a graduate student at Harvard University."

I nodded and looked down at the business card she gave me, which read "Chairman of Huamei International Trade Group."

"Gong Yue." I stuffed the business card into my pocket, then walked

behind and covered her naked body. Gong Yue whispered, "Thank you, child.

" I opened the door and went out. Gong Yue leaned against the door, watching me. I didn't know if she was still crying.

Reaching the corner, I suddenly raised my hand and slapped myself twice, cursing, "Wu Gang, you're a fucking beast!"

Then, I took the elevator down to the lobby, hailed a taxi, and drove home.

When I got home, my aunt, Sun Shuangning, took the saxophone from my hand. Looking at the 50-year-old woman, I noticed a few strands of gray hair at her temples

. I reached out to pluck them, saying, "Auntie, you have gray hair."

Sun Shuangning smiled at me, stroking my face, "Son, are you hungry? If you are, Auntie will make you

something." I shook my head, saying I wasn't hungry. But my mother laughed, "You're always singing in bars, are you making any money

?"

I laughed and said, "Mom, Auntie asked me if I was hungry, but you asked me if I was making money. I'm starting to doubt if Auntie

is my real mother."

My mother, Sun Xiangning, pinched my cheek and laughed, "Nonsense, your auntie and I are both your mothers." I

laughed , feeling a surge of happiness, then kissed them both on the forehead and sat down on the sofa.

Sun Xiangning snuggled up to me, took my hand, and said, "Son, why did you have to go to the bar to find

Qin Feng ? Why not just go to her company?"

I smiled and said, "Uncle Qiu instructed me to seduce Qin Feng and then carry out the next step of the plan."

Auntie Sun Xiangning sighed, "Son, I believe in Uncle Qiu's plan, but seeing you

going back and forth between bars and nightclubs every day makes me feel uneasy."

My mother, Sun Xiangning, laughed, "Son, you sing beautifully, and your saxophone is top-notch.

You must ."

I chuckled and said, "Mom, I met someone at the bar today, a woman, Gong Yue!"

My mother, Sun Xiangning, and my aunt, Sun Shuangning, stared at me wide-eyed. Sun Xiangning's voice trembled as she said, "Her?

How do you know her?"

I was surprised by my mother's change and asked, "What's wrong? You both know her?"

My mother said bitterly, "Your father took a bullet for her back then, that despicable woman!"

My aunt, Sun Shuangning, said in the same tone, "If it weren't for her, how could your father have died, leaving us

three behind?"

I remained silent, recalling Gong Yue's strong reaction when she learned I was Wu Mo's son. I seemed to understand

something ; my father, Wu Mo, died for Gong Yue!

Suddenly, Sun Xiangning stared at me and demanded, "Son, tell me, did you sleep with her?"

I hesitated, and after a long while, I slowly nodded. With a "slap," Sun Xiangning slapped my

right cheek. I was stunned and stared blankly at her.

The older woman chimed in, "Wu Mo, what a terrible thing you've done! Look at your son! He actually slept with your ex-

girlfriend ! Are you satisfied now? Waaah..."

I covered my face, looked at Sun Xiangning, and slowly said, "Mom, I didn't do it on purpose! I

didn't know anything at first. I thought it was just a one-night stand."

Sun Xiangning covered her face, and I saw tears sliding down her cheeks. She looked heartbroken.

I remembered what Gong Yue had said and added, "She wanted me to go to America. She said she could

give to run, and that my father had shares in it. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have told you all this

. It made me get slapped again!"

My mother, Sun Xiangning, lowered her hand, looked at me coldly for a moment, and said, "She must be over 40, right? This is

an old cunt eating young grass! What a slut!"

I stared in astonishment at my mother, who was now the deputy editor-in-chief of the Dongguan Daily. It was the first time I'd heard

such vulgar language coming from her mouth, and I was speechless for a long time.

"That bitch stole my husband, and now she's trying to steal my son! Tell

me , I'm going to beat her up!"

I suddenly smiled. Sun Xiangning looked at me in surprise and asked, "Silly son, what are you laughing at?"

Aunt Sun Shuangning looked at me the same way.

I slowly said, "I want to discuss with Uncle Qiu about changing the plan. We should

temporarily cancel the plan to seduce Qin Feng and start with Aunt Gong Yue—oh, no, Gong Yue!" I changed my address to Gong Yue

because I saw my mother raise her delicate hand to slap me again the moment I uttered the words "Aunt Gong Yue."

Seeing that I had changed my mind in time, Sun Xiangning smiled slightly before saying, "From now on, you're not allowed

to call . She doesn't deserve it."

I nodded and then asked after a while, "What about Aunt Qiufeng and Aunt Xiao He?"

Sun Xiangning sighed and said, "Them? Yes, they're loyal to your father, so you can call them that."

Aunt Sun Shuangning chimed in, "Your mother and I didn't know back then that your father had so many women around him,

always revolving around you. We never expected so many 'Aunties' to appear in the end. Your father is such a bastard!"

I laughed and said, "My father is surrounded by beauties, and so are you!" The last addition

was because I saw the anger in my mother's eyes.

Mom laughed, "You're just like your father! Your eyebrows, your nose, even the look in your eyes—except for the occasional

hesitation, you're practically identical. Sister, don't you think?"

Aunt chuckled, "If it weren't for you asking me to have a child, it would be too late to regret it now."

Sun Xiangning sighed, "Look at us now, both of us are single, living with this only child

. It's tough!"

I asked, "Mom, haven't you met a suitable uncle all these years?"

Sun Xiangning said, "It's not that I haven't, but my heart only belongs to your father; I can't accept any other man. Thinking about it

now , I regret it a lot."

I asked, "What do you regret?"

Sun Xiangning stared at me intently for a long time before saying, "I love your father, the kind of love that's ingrained in my bones.

You wouldn't understand!"

I turned to look at Aunt, who said, "I'm your father's first wife. Your mother is my aunt,

but your father supported her through graduate school, from childhood to adulthood. Later, your aunt..."

"Your mother graduated, and those two cheated on me, that's how you came to be!"

I was stunned. Such a complicated relationship! My father slept with my aunt, and my aunt is even a graduate student! Haha,

my father, Wu Mo, is quite something! I thought to myself.

Sun Xiangning scolded, "Don't get the wrong idea, you little brat! Your aunt and I both love your father. Your mother was willing,

otherwise you wouldn't be here now! Alright, go to sleep!"

I looked longingly at these two still charming women, both my mother's women. I stood up

and silently returned to my room, lay down on the bed, but Aunt Gong Yue's image floated into my mind. Perhaps her

appearance was guided by my father; she came to help me, I thought, and then slowly fell asleep.

I don't know why Uncle Qiu gave his daughter such a name, Qiu Nong. She's

two years younger than me, but she embodies all the virtues of Aunt Lü'e. Every gesture she makes is beautiful. She's currently a graduate student in the Philosophy Department at

Sun Yat-sen University .

She was very mischievous, especially when we were alone. She would make me sing or play the saxophone,

and me feedback—not good feedback, of course, but all I could find fault with.

Uncle Qiu Wuli tried his best to create opportunities for us to be alone together. His intention was clear:

he wanted Qiu Nong to fall in love with me, and me to fall in love with Qiu Nong, so that our families could become one. Qiu

Nong and I weren't stupid. We used to joke about this with each other, but later

, when we both became adults, we stopped joking. We each kept a seed in our hearts,

waiting for someone to plant it first.

Uncle Qiu is a very wise man. His theory of balance was once included in

the library , and it is known in China as the "Qiu Family Metaphysics." To be honest, I

'm not interested in Uncle Qiu's theory of balance, but that doesn't mean I don't understand his ideas. Once, during a deeper conversation, he sighed, "The one who truly

put his theory of balance into practice was none other than Qin Feng, the current

chairman ."

Now, I'm in Qiu Wuli's Metaphysics Hall at the foot of Qifeng Mountain in Dongguan, looking at the over 60-year-old

Qiu Wuli, and telling him about meeting Gong Yue in the bar. Of course, I didn't mention having sex with Gong Yue

; that's absolutely forbidden, and I know the consequences.

Qiu Wuli is old now, and his face is no longer handsome. I secretly saw

a photo . Indeed, he's not as good-looking as my father; he's not handsome at all. I imagine not many girls

liked him when he was young. However, Aunt Lü'e's unparalleled beauty left me in awe.

The 40-something-year-old Greenie had such a slender figure and a beautiful face. Her smile was

captivating Her breasts were still full, without the sagging often seen in women in their forties—at least, that's

just what I saw, a guess; perhaps they were supported by a bra, who knows?

Aunt Greenie smiled at me and said, "Wu Gang, your uncle is thinking about you. He says you're the second

Wu Mo, he talks about you all the time, wishing you'd come visit him every day."

Aunt Greenie never called me "child," always addressing me by my name, but I liked it. Her

voice had a special quality, like a gentle drizzle falling on your heart, melting you into

a lump of clay. The main reason I liked coming here was to hear Aunt Greenie talk and chat with her.

However, I couldn't talk to her much because Qiu Wuli occupied most of the time. He explained his

balance theory to me, about my father Wu Mo's character and nobility, and about the profound

brotherhood . Sometimes, while talking, he would sigh, "Wu Mo, if only you were still alive!

But you had to take a bullet for a woman who wasn't worth it. You're so cruel, so cruel that it hurts my heart, so cruel that it makes

me cry!"

Then he would wipe the tears from his eyes with his sleeve.

I didn't want to keep rambling about my father Wu Mo. What I wanted to hear most now was his

advice on my relationship with Gong Yue.

Qiu Wuli pondered for a moment before saying, "I had almost forgotten about this woman. Since she's come on her own initiative, I'd like to

change the plan. The core of this plan is to make Qin Feng come to you. Currently, her

market performance in Africa and Europe far surpasses that in China. Gong Yue also studied international finance. Cutting off Qin Feng's

lifeline is the only way to deliver a fatal blow!"

I couldn't help but admire Qiu Wuli's high intelligence, secretly marveling at his

ability to know everything without leaving home. Just as I was about to flatter him, Qiu Wuli continued, "Back then, your father and I had the ideal of making Huinongbao available to all farmers

in the country In the duel with the corrupt official Qin Yi, Wu Mo and I were united..." "We agreed to let

Qin Feng use Huinongbao for free, but we never expected her to grow it so large and successful, benefiting farmers all over the world.

Therefore, to uphold Huinongbao's noble ideal of benefiting Chinese farmers, your father and I relinquished our shares, making Qin Feng

the head of the group." At this point, Qiu Wuli sighed, "However, we never expected Qin Feng's ambitions

to be even greater, ultimately merging with Tenglong Group. Therefore, to ensure the normal use of Huinongbao, I don't want you

to fight her in the domestic market. Cutting off her international lifeline is the only and best method!"

I understood. Qiu Wuli's plan was for me to seize Qin Feng's market share on the periphery with Gong Yue's help,

and then launch an attack on the domestic market. It was a massive plan, but whether it would succeed, I didn't know. I believed Qiu

Wuli's plan was certainly feasible.

After Qiu Wuli finished explaining the plan, I was very surprised

. Why did such a plan appear in his mind so quickly after I mentioned my chance encounter with Gong Yue? This amazed me.

Qiu Wuli looked at me quietly for a while before saying, "Aren't you surprised that I had a plan so quickly,

and changed it so fast?"

I nodded.

Qiu Wuli smiled and said, "My intention in sending you to approach Qin Feng wasn't to fight her domestically,

but to extract market information about her overseas. Then I would use that information to make my plans. However,

since your father has somehow managed to send Gong Yue to our side, this plan only needs a few minor

adjustments."

I stared at him wide-eyed, finding it hard to believe how quick-witted he was. Just as I was marveling...

Just then, Qiu Nong came in, yelling, "Wu Gang, Wu Gang, why did you suddenly show up like this, you little devil?"

I looked at Qiu Wuli and the smiling Lü E in surprise, and asked, "Qiu Nong, when did I become

a little devil ? I'm clearly an adult, right, Aunt Lü E?"

Lü E giggled, and Qiu Wuli's eyes also showed a smile as he looked at Qiu Nong. Qiu Nong stood in front of me,

reached out and grabbed my ear, and said, "I've been back for a day, and I just went out for a while, and you came. You didn't

tell me in advance before you came, what else is that but a little devil? Tell me!"

I couldn't shake off her hand, and I cried out, "If you had been back for three days, it would be my

fault if I hadn't come. You've been back for a day, let me do the math with you. From Zhongshan to Dongguan, it's a three-hour journey. Subtracting

the time you were out just now, you've only been home for half a day at most. Forget it, you studied philosophy,

I can't argue with you!"

Qiu Nong chuckled and let go of my ear, staring at me without saying a word. I touched my face and ears, and asked, "What did I

do wrong again?"

Qiu Nong said sweetly, "Your eyes are wrong. You're not looking at me, you're always looking at my mom!"

Lü E laughed, "Come on, how can Mom compare to you, so domineering."

Qiu Nong snuggled against Qiu Wuli and said, "Dad, look what Mom said, say something to me."

Qiu Wuli laughed loudly, "Alright, you're such a big girl now, still acting like a spoiled brat."

Qiu Nong turned to look at me and said, "Wu Gang, I'll graduate in the second half of the year, I'll go to the bar with you to sing,

I can sing just as well as you, okay?"

I laughed and ignored her.

After dinner, I asked Qiu Wuli, "Do I still need to go to the bar to sing now, Uncle?"

Qiu Wuli smiled and replied, "No need to go, go find Gong Yue, you can completely open up to her about your thoughts, I

think she also hates Qin Feng."

I nodded.

Qiu Nong protested, "No way! Wu Gang has to take me to the bar tonight. I want to hear you sing! I

've been wanting to hear you sing for days!"

I chuckled and nodded, "Okay, I'll take you to sing first, then I'll go find

Aunt ."

I led Qiu Nong to the bar from last night. Qiu Nong's presence brought sunshine to the bar. Her charming

face , full and slender figure, bright pearl-like eyes, the pink

scarf casually draped over her shoulders, the youthful energy tightly wrapped in her straight-leg jeans, and the long hair cascading down her white neck—she was

as beautiful as could be. As I said, Qiu Nong embodied all the best qualities of Aunt Lü.

I greeted the bar owner, saying this was my sister Qiu Nong, and to give her whatever she wanted, and

I would pay the bill. The bar owner, a friend of mine, yelled, "Damn,

it's an honor for such a pretty girl like you to grace my little bar with her presence! It's all on her, if she wants it!"

I laughed and said, "Tonight, I'll sing you three songs. Consider it my farewell concert."

The bartender stared at me blankly for a moment before saying, "No way, Gang-ge. You're

the star Without you, my business will plummet. Tell me how much you want, as long as I can afford it,

I'll pay!"

I patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Okay, okay, I don't want money, I..." "Just sing for you."

The concert began, and the guy from the bar went on stage himself, saying, "Our Dongguan nightclub star, Mr. Wu Gang,

will be singing three songs for us tonight. He's also invited the angelic Qiu Nong, but

Mr. Wu Gang just said that tonight is his farewell concert to Dongguan nightclubs. Do you agree?"

A large portion of the audience were my regular customers, and they all shouted in unison, "No!"

I was deeply moved, tears welling in my eyes. I saw Qiu Nong puffing out her cheeks, her fair and beautiful

face flushed.

Qiu Nong stared at me intently.

When I finished singing the classic song "Starting Over," the applause from the audience was thunderous, many people were in tears, and

I saw Qiu Nong wiping her eyes, staring at me blankly.

I walked off the stage amidst the applause, and did the most romantic thing I could do: I picked up Qiu Nong and carried

her back onto the stage, eliciting screams and cheers from the audience.

Qiu Nong and I sang a duet. On stage, she held my hand tightly, and I saw

tears welling up in her eyes, along with love.

After my performance, I took Qiu Nong's hand and we sat down in a corner. The bar started a striptease show, but

Qiu Nong glanced at it and then looked away, whispering to me, "Brother, take me away. I don't want to see such vulgar

things."

I nodded and quietly left the bar amidst the shouts of the crowd.

Standing on the street, I asked, "Qiu Nong, where do you want to go?"

Qiu Nong snuggled close to me and whispered sweetly in my ear, "Wu Gang, take me to a hotel!"

I stared at her blankly, then shook my head.

Qiu Nong got anxious, grabbed my ear, and said sternly, "Are you going or not? If you don't go, I'll shout!"

I laughed and said, "What will you shout?"

Qiu Nong said seriously, "I'll shout that you sexually harassed me. I think a lot of people will watch, hehe!"

I laughed and then pulled her to the car. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I own an Audi.

I don't remember how much it cost. I opened the car door, and Qiu Nong sat in the passenger seat. She turned

her head and stared at me, saying, "I've been wondering how many girls have ridden in this car. Wu Gang, tell me honestly, how many?"

I thought for a moment and smiled, "Only three women have ridden in this car."

Qiu Nong's eyes widened in anger as she stared at me, "Tell me, which three?"

I smiled, "One is my aunt, one is my mother, and then there's one who is..."

Qiu Nong shouted, "Tell me!"

I sighed, and after a long pause, said, "The one sitting right next to me."

Qiu Nong was stunned for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter, and said, "That's more like it, otherwise I'd strangle

you, and I wouldn't have to pay for it."

I laughed loudly and started the car, driving towards the Fuying Hotel. What I told Qiu Nong was the truth. This

car was bought for me by my aunt, who said before she bought it that only three women were allowed to ride in it, but men were not allowed.

The three women were herself, my mother, and the last one was my daughter-in-law.

So, I've always followed this rule, which has led many women I've slept with to think I don't own a car and

that I'm just a singer in a bar.

Arriving at the Fuying Hotel, I booked a room on the 18th floor. Qiu Nong nestled in my arms, acting

like a prospective lover. Once in the room, I laughed, "Qiu Nong, the room's ready, and I've brought you here.

You can stay here by yourself now; I'm going home!"

Qiu Nong flew into a rage, jumping up and grabbing my ear, dragging me to the bedside. She said resentfully, "Are you

playing dumb ? Tonight is our wedding night! You're the groom, and I'm the bride. You can't refuse!"

To be honest, I've always thought of Qiu Nong as a younger sister; I never imagined she'd be my

wife. But now, Qiu Nong is making such a serious demand of me; it seems there's no escaping it.

I responded with "Mmm," and said, "Don't pull my ear. You're so rough with your husband, I

can't even cooperate with you."

Qiu Nong let go of me and laughed sweetly, "Then tell me, how can I be considered not rough?"

I smiled and said, "Being gentle and considerate is what counts. You should treat your father like your mother does."

Qiu Nong looked at me with adoration and said very gently, "Wu Gang, do I really give you the impression of being

the rough type?" I hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Qiu Nong still had that same look in her eyes, and said in a sweet voice, "Actually, I only acted that way because I lacked confidence in you.

I've always had you in my heart. I've told my mother several times that I want to marry you, but she says that it

's only meaningful if the man says it first. Tell me now, are you willing to marry me?"

After a long while, I nodded and said, "Yes."

A feeling I had never seen before rose in Qiu Nong's eyes. She hugged me tightly, and I felt her full,

mature body trembling slightly. Her delicate breasts quivered gently on my arms, and a warm desire

began to rise in my heart. I reached out and hugged her.

Qiu Nong tilted her head back, slightly parted her lips, revealing red lips and white teeth, her breath sweet as orchids. I was a little excited, and I met her mouth

with mine Qiu Nong's fragrant tongue intertwined with mine, and I greedily sucked on it. Qiu Nong's body trembled even more. I knew she was still a virgin because she told me that she had never dated any boys

at school . She said she looked down on them.

We kissed passionately, slowly falling onto the bed. My hands

began to slide over Qiu Nong's body, from her fair neck down to her full breasts. Qiu Nong

moaned, her voice soft, "Wu Gang, I want to give myself to you. I know I've belonged to you since the moment I was born. I

've grown up in your love. I've loved you deeply since I started menstruating at 13, but you're so

stingy, you've never said you love me. Tell me now, say you love me!"

I withdrew my hands from her breasts, cupped her beautiful face, and whispered, "Qiu Nong, I love you, I

've always loved you!"

Qiu Nong stared at me, tears slowly welling in her eyes, then a smile blooming like a begonia blossom. She nestled into my

arms , greedily inhaling my scent.

I held her tightly. The stillness in our eyes was blissful, joyful. I knew I had to possess her; I wanted to

penetrate her tender body, to make our love eternal.

So, I laid her flat on the bed and began to undress her, starting with her top, then her black lace bra.

I held her pink breasts in my hands, like precious jewels. Next, I unbuckled the white belt of her jeans,

unzipped them, and pulled them down. I saw a narrow red panty, with a mesh front and

thick pubic hair nestled inside—very sexy.

I gently stroked the seam of the panty; there was a slightly bulging little mouth, a delicate

flower bud , from which a stream slowly overflowed, wetting my fingers.

Qiu Nong moaned and gasped, writhing, her beautiful eyes meeting mine, filled with

tenderness and the sweetness of being caressed.

Qiu Nong seemed unable to resist my teasing; her hands roamed freely over her body, then she began to undress me. I was wearing the

leather jacket and shorts from last night. Once completely naked, Qiu Nong stared at my thick, long penis, her eyes wide with shock

and fear. She reached out and stroked it, tilting her head back and saying sweetly, "Wu Gang, how come yours is so

big and long? Are all men's things like this?"

I smiled and said, "No, mine is an exception."

Qiu Nong said, "Wu Gang, when you insert it later, you must be careful, slow, gentle, and shallow."

I laughed and said, "With so many demands, it means I can basically do nothing."

Qiu Nong looked at me with a "Ah" and asked, "Isn't this how sex is done?"

I nodded and nodded. Girls' first time is always like this. I knew in my heart that once Qiu Nong got used to my

length, these "some" demands would probably be abandoned.

I slid down and climbed between her legs, gently pulling off her lace panties. Qiu Nong kept them tightly closed

, not daring to open them. I stuck out my tongue, the tip of my tongue moving down from the middle of her breasts to her clitoris,

gently licking the swollen clitoris, tender and pink, still glistening with the water droplets that had flowed out.

Qiu Nong moaned softly as my tongue licked her, causing the moisture below her bud to increase. Under the light, Qiu

Nong's long, white legs were intertwined and twisting. I knew the flower was about to bloom; all I had to do now

was be patient and wait for Qiu Nong's body to blossom with desire.

As my tongue licked, Qiu Nong's legs slowly opened. I saw that beneath her white and pink labia,

a tightly closed clitoris was nestled. I slowly parted it, revealing tender, fleshy red flesh inside, like

the heart of a blooming flower. Tiny droplets of moisture slowly overflowed from the heart. It was so beautiful, I exclaimed inwardly.

This was the scenery deep within a paradise. From the closed door to the slowly blooming round opening, my tongue

had been working for about ten minutes, until Qiu Nong cried out, "Wu Gang, I'm itchy!" Only then did I see the opening,

like a quietly blooming bud, with two tender pink petals slowly expanding outward.

My penis was already very hard, and I wanted to teach Qiu Nong how to give me oral sex, so I got up, my

thick, long penis erect, and came to Qiu Nong's beautiful face. She looked at me with her watery, almond-shaped eyes and softly asked,

"Wu Gang, do you want me to lick you?"

I nodded. Then, I saw Qiu Nong open her red lips, stick out her delicate tongue, and reach out her right hand to grasp mine.

I took the middle part of his penis and put it in my mouth.

My whole body began to tremble, and my penis became even harder, standing upright in front of Qiu Nong.

Qiu Nong said in surprise, "Wu Gang, yours is too big, my mouth can hardly hold it."

I smiled and nodded, "Just lick along this part." As I spoke, I pointed to the coronal

part of the glans. Qiu Nong's eyes showed excitement, and her tongue licked around the coronal sulcus as I had instructed.

An electric sensation ran through my body and then reached the top of my head. I couldn't help but feel affection for Qiu Nong. She

was doing everything I had taught her so earnestly. I could feel that it was love. I had never felt this way with any of the girls I had slept with,

including those rich women.

I whispered, "Qiu Nong, I love you."

Qiu Nong looked at me coquettishly from below, her eyes sparkling. She said sweetly, "Wu Gang, I love you."

I nodded, pulled my hand away from hers, and slid it between her legs. Then, holding my penis, I aimed it at her open,

tender vulva, looking at her and saying, "I'm going in. Are you ready?"

Qiu Nong looked at me tenderly and said, "I'm ready."

I lifted my buttocks, guiding my glans gently against her tender pink flesh until the fluid inside began to

overflow. Then, I gently inserted it. Qiu Nong let out a cry of surprise, shouting, "Ah! Be gentle! It

hurts!"

In fact, I only went in a little bit. I had to pull out, repeating this several times, but I still couldn't fully

penetrate. I was now covered in sweat. My nervousness stemmed from the fear of hurting Qiu Nong, while Qiu Nong's nervousness was also due to the fear of pain.

I smiled and said, "How about we just stop?"

Qiu Nong looked at me silently, then gritted her teeth and said, "You're really useless. I've opened myself up like this waiting for

you to come in, and now you want to give up? You'll never amount to anything, hmph!"

I was enraged by her words. I steeled myself, guided her again, and thrust my hips forward,

inserting and pressing her hands against my abdomen to stop me from penetrating further.

I couldn't stop. I forcefully moved Qiu Nong's hands away from my abdomen and thrust my hips in again.

Qiu Nong screamed, tears streaming down her face, pleading, "Wu Gang, Wu Gang, stop! It hurts so much!"

I smiled and said, "Can I achieve great things?"

Qiu Nong nodded, groaning. I stopped thrusting, letting her adjust to my entry.

Once , I began to gently move in and out, like a piston. The feeling of being tightly enveloped was incredibly pleasurable.

The vibrant blood from Qiu Nong's lower body flowed out with my thrusts, dripping onto the pristine white sheets like a

blooming peony, or perhaps a poppy flower.

Qiu Nong's screams turned into weak moans. Her long, black hair was spread out on the white pillow

like clouds floating before my eyes, and dewdrops still clung to her beautiful face.

Qiu Nong whispered, "Okay, now I'm finally a woman, your woman, Wu Gang's woman. I don't hurt anymore,

I want to swear."

I began to thrust, slowly penetrating her again, pounding in and out. Qiu Nong's moans grew louder

, wave after wave, like musical notes echoing in the room.

I leaned down, and Qiu Nong opened her mouth to take my tongue in, but my thrusting didn't stop. Then,

a strong urge to ejaculate surged up, and I couldn't help but speed up. Qiu Nong released my tongue, letting out

a loud "Ahhh!"

My legs trembled, the base of my penis pressed tightly against Qiu Nong's flower bud.

Thick semen shot rapidly from my young body; the speed and heat made Qiu Nong unable to withstand the sudden, intense

orgasm . Her teeth bit down hard on my shoulder, and her whole body trembled violently.

After lying on top of Qiu Nong for a long time, I regained my strength and arched my back. My penis, still inside her

, had softened. When I pulled it out, I saw cherry-red liquid on it. I cupped Qiu Nong's face and softly asked,

"Qiu Nong, it's over. Does it still hurt?"

Qiu Nong opened her eyes, staring at me with a sweet smile, and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. It's an unbearable pleasure, no,

it should be an orgasm! It's unbelievable that my first time had such an intense orgasm."

I rolled over and lay to one side, reaching out to pull her into my arms. Qiu Nong hugged me tightly, whispering:

"Wu Gang, I'll come back every week from now on. I want you to have sex with me. We should have done it before, but you always

refused. I always thought you weren't a real man. I never expected you to be so amazing. Your

dick so big. I like to moan. Don't underestimate me. When we're in bed, I'll say this: 'Big dick,

Wu Gang has a big dick!'"

I laughed and said, "You can't let Uncle hear that. He's such a serious person. He

'd be disgusted to death if he heard that word."

Qiu Nong giggled and said, "I'll tell you a secret. When my dad and mom have sex, my mom also likes to

use vulgar language . I was too young to understand it then. Later I realized that it's a natural reaction for a woman after orgasm."

I was very curious because Aunt Lü'e was a saint in my heart. I couldn't imagine her using vulgar language.

I smiled and asked, "What kind of vulgar language does Aunt Lü'e like to use?"

Qiu Nong whispered, "I once heard my mother yell, 'Qiu Wuli, fuck me to death! Fuck me hard! My pussy

is itchy!' Even though she was yelling so vulgarly, her voice sounded really nice, like singing!"

Qiu Nong's description reignited my interest. I imagined Aunt Lü'e's vulgar language, imagined her

writhing gracefully under Qiu Wuli, enduring the thrusting, and I could even picture Aunt Lü'e

's languid, soft orgasm. My penis hardened again.

I whispered, "Qiu Nong, I want to fuck you again now. Can you

moan ?"

Qiu Nong giggled, "Then tell me, was my moaning nice?"

I nodded and said, "I want to hear it again." With that, I rolled over, straddled Qiu Nong's crotch, and

guided my penis inside. This time it went smoothly, but the moment I entered, Qiu Nong let out a cry of "Ah!"

and then shouted, "Wu Gang, I love your big cock! I feel like it's inside me! I love it!"

I was driven almost mad by Qiu Nong's delicate moans, and my movements became much more vigorous and forceful.

With each thrust, Qiu Nong's body slid up and down, her delicate, full breasts trembling, her pink

nipples like two cherries. The image of Aunt Lü'e flashed in my mind, and I saw Qiu Nong as Lü'e.

Excitement and ecstasy washed over me, and my penis, inserted into Qiu Nong's body, was as hard as an iron rod.

Qiu Nong cried out, "Wu Gang, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me to death!"

Her eyes shone, and she looked up at my penis thrusting in and out of her pink lower body. Overwhelmed with

excitement, she suddenly hugged my neck, her mouth frantically sucking at my mouth, swallowing my saliva,

and then licking my ears.

I went wild, my thrusting movements and amplitude filled with masculine savagery. Qiu Nong screamed again;

she had reached her climax!

I stopped, looking into Qiu Nong's hazy eyes, watching her violently heaving breasts slowly calm down, and

an infinite love welled up in my heart.

I stared at her, speechless.

Qiu Nong opened her eyes, a sweet smile on her face, and said, "Brother, I never expected my first time

to be so pleasurable! I love you so much!"

I gently withdrew from Qiu Nong's body. I didn't want to continue, even though I hadn't

ejaculated , I felt incredibly tired.

Qiu Nong laughed, "Brother, you haven't ejaculated yet. Keep going, I want more!"

I shook my head and said, "Baby, no, it's too long, you can't take it. Let's do it next time, okay?"

Qiu Nong pursed her lips, gritted her teeth, and finally said, "No, I want more!"

I looked at my still erect penis and hesitated. Qiu Nong looked at me, but her hands

parted her labia, revealing a pink, round opening. Then she inserted one finger, then two, then three,

and then she began to thrust rapidly in and out of herself, making loud "ah ah" sounds.

This lewd scene made me unable to resist any longer. I guided her in again, and with each thrust, Qiu Nong's

breasts swayed, her moans rising higher and higher.

I was really tired, so I lay on top of her. Qiu Nong held my waist tightly with both hands, her small,

round buttocks arching upwards to cooperate with me.

I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, a signal that I was about to ejaculate, which went straight to my cerebral cortex

like an electric current. I trembled involuntarily, and at the moment of ejaculation, I couldn't help but let out

a cry of "Ah!" I reached orgasm.

Qiu Nong bit my shoulder hard, which made me feel pain at the same time as my orgasm. I think my

cry of "Ah!" was related to Qiu Nong biting my shoulder.

Qiu Nong and I were both drenched in sweat. This time, it was a complete fusion of flesh and soul. Qiu Nong

became , a woman with a face flashing with shyness and ecstasy.

In the hotel, I held Qiu Nong and fell asleep peacefully, while Uncle Qiu Wuli and Aunt Lü'e waited quietly at home.

The next day at noon, I brought Qiu Nong home. Qiu Wuli quietly looked at me and said, "Qiu Nong has always

loved you. Think carefully about what you'll do in the future before making a decision. Just remember,

your core goal is to revitalize Tenglong Group and defeat Qin Feng with your wisdom!"

Qiu Nong listened from the side, but pouted and remained silent. I glanced at Aunt Lü'e, whose face

was adorned a charming smile. She said softly, "Seeing you two truly in love makes me so happy. I look forward to

us becoming a family."

Qiu Nong looked at Qiu Wuli and said, "Dad, Wu Gang and I made love. Don't be angry. I will

protect him like Aunt Qiu Feng protected Uncle Wu Mo!"

Aunt Lü'e was a good cook, and I ate with great relish, which gave me a new appreciation for her.

After lunch, Qiu Wuli asked, "When are you going to find Gong Yue?"

He was clearly asking me.

I laughed and replied, "I'm planning to go see her this afternoon, but she wants me to go to America with her. Should I agree?"

Qiu Wuli smiled and said, "Of course you should."

Qiu Nong pouted, clearly unhappy. Qiu Wuli said seriously, "You're still studying.

Wu Gang must fulfill his mission. Taking back Tenglong Group is also your Uncle Wu Mo's wish. You can't stop him!"

Qiu Nong didn't dare argue with Qiu Wuli and could only watch helplessly as I left the house and

drove towards the hotel where Gong Yue was staying.

I called Gong Yue from the car to ask if she was there. When Gong Yue answered and recognized my voice, she

excitedly said, "Come on, I've been waiting for you at the hotel. Come quickly!"

I hung up and focused on driving. About half an hour later, I arrived at Gong Yue's room.

I knocked gently on the door, and Gong Yue quickly opened it, revealing her beautiful smiling face.

This time , I noticed she was dressed very neatly, even concealing the cleavage in her chest.

I walked in with a smile. She closed the door behind me and then took a bottle of Tinier beverage from the cabinet and

gave it to me. I saw that the price tag was 1000, which must be the most expensive drink I've ever had.

Aunt Gong Yue smiled sweetly at me, her hand involuntarily stroking my cheek, tears welling in her eyes

. I let her stroke me; I felt she was a mother. In fact, she should be considered my

nth mother.

But this nth mother had actually made love with me that night, and the thought made me feel uneasy. I

whispered, "Auntie, I want to go to America with you."

Gong Yue opened her almond-shaped eyes wide and looked at me in surprise, "Really? Is this true?"

I nodded and then smiled, "I'm just afraid you won't accept me."

Gong Yue shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her face. She choked back tears, saying, "Son, I've

been waiting for this day! How I long to hear you call me 'Mom'!"

I pulled out a tissue from the side and handed it to her, then smiled and said, "Gong Yue, Mom, oh, no,

Mom, here!" Gong Yue took the tissue from my hand and suddenly hugged me tightly, as if afraid

I would run away.

I held her without moving, feeling her whole body trembling. I knew that my calling her "Mom" had

moved her deeply. A middle-aged woman, unexpectedly receiving the son of her former lover, and this son looking exactly like

her former lover—how could she not be moved, as if she had found a treasure?!

After she calmed down, I quietly said, "I want Mom to help me reclaim what rightfully belongs to me,

and also to my father. So, I've decided to go with you and launch an attack on Qin Feng from the outside!"

Gong Yue gently released me, looked at me, and slowly said, "Then tell me, how will Mom help you?"

Without any hesitation, I said, "We'll seize the sales channels Qin Feng has established in Africa, as well as the channels she's waiting for

the country to establish. I'll gradually devour her Zhongyi Group!"

Gong Yue nodded and said, "Mom currently has 30 billion in operating funds, and I'll use all of that..."

"The department will provide the operations, and I'll personally handle the networking. In short, I fully support you,

son!"

I smiled and said, "Funds alone aren't enough. I have a massive plan, and you, Mom, will be a crucial part of

it —meaning you'll become my pawn!"

Gong Yue looked at me in surprise, and after a long while, said, "Child, you and your father are almost identical, both with equally high

IQs . Okay, Mom will listen to you and be your pawn!"

I was a little excited, hugged her, and gently kissed her forehead. Gong Yue's body trembled involuntarily

.

In August, Gong Yue's mother and I flew to Los Angeles, USA.

[To be continued]

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