【Bai Ji and Sun Qian's Wild Butterflies Playing in the Spring Scenery】(Chapter 1)

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Sun Qian, returning home from her studies, was told that Jiaming had come several times, wanting to talk to her again.

Her mother also advised her that whether they stayed together or broke up, she should give him an explanation; dragging it out wasn't a solution. It happened to be the weekend, so she arranged to meet Jiaming at a teahouse in the park, a place they liked to go before their marriage.

Sun Qian was now completely different from the one in the mountains. Her long, wavy hair was dyed rose-red, further highlighting her fair and full face. Her figure had also become fuller; if she was once a budding flower, now she was in full bloom, exuding the charm and allure of a mature woman.

The teahouse was located by the lake, the water lying quietly beneath it, still as a vat of strong green wine. A ray of moonlight floated on the surface, constantly shifting. The willows by the lake, intoxicated by the water and the wind, lazily swayed a few long branches from time to time, then drooped wearily.

Jiaming was already there, having ordered a beer and drinking alone. From afar, he saw Sun Qian swinging her long legs towards him. He imagined her slender, delicate feet, her fair ankles, her agile, goat-like calves, her snow-white thighs, her gracefully curved buttocks that made her whole body stand tall, her flat stomach and small, shallow navel, her full, firm breasts, her slender neck, and her pretty face framed by a dark, lustrous complexion. She walked towards him, her skin like ice and snow, her figure graceful and elegant, like a celestial fairy descended to earth by moonlight, her dance steps shimmering.

Jiaming stood up to offer her a seat, then diligently brushed the fallen leaves from the chair. A wry smile appeared on his face: "You've come."

"Just got back from the city training." Sun Qian gracefully sat down opposite him, pressing her hand against the hem of her skirt—a very ladylike gesture from a woman who liked to wear short skirts.

“Things are good now, I heard they’re doing quite well at No. 1 High School,” Jiaming said hesitantly. “But I’m in a terrible situation, caught in the middle.”

Sun Qian then looked him over carefully. He had become terribly thin in the months since she last saw him; his shoulders were high and hunched, his shoulder blades bulging under his shirt, highlighting his long, thin neck. Sun Qian couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity, but said, “You brought this on yourself, who

can you blame?” “It’s all my fault, I just beg for your forgiveness,” he said. Women can’t resist a man’s desperate pleas, and Sun Qian was no exception. Jiaming continued, “I really can’t stay in the mountains anymore. I can’t face the students in class now; they dare to insult me to my face. I don’t dare go to town anymore either, there are always people gossiping behind my back.

A person really can’t afford to make a wrong move.”

“The school leaders don’t care,” Sun Qian said, feeling indignant and somewhat indignant on his behalf. Jiaming shook his head dejectedly and said, "You don't know the Zhang family's power. Not only in the town, but even in the city, no one dares to do anything to them."

"Then what do you want to do?" Sun Qian spoke softly. Jiaming knew it was a sign of reconciliation. Like a drowning man desperately grasping at a straw, he said, "Only you can help me. As long as you don't leave me, I will pull myself together."

"I'll think of something," Sun Qian said, lowering her eyes.

Jiaming then began to recount what had happened in the mountains after she left. He had kept Sun Qian's underwear from that night, and had proudly shown it to the school, saying that the owner of the town's general store had traded a carton of Zhonghua cigarettes for it. Xiao Bei also said he possessed Sun Qian's pantyhose, and his wife had been threatening suicide and divorcing him. He had declared that if they could really get a divorce, he would marry Sun Qian.

They had both drunk a lot of beer. Sun Qian's half-drunk, half-sober eyes were particularly alluring in the moonlight. Jia Ming consciously recalled some details of their courtship. He pointed to a huge rock in the distance and asked Sun Qian if she remembered it. Sun Qian said of course she remembered; behind that rock were two intertwined trees, and it was there that he first brought her to orgasm with his mouth. Sun Qian smiled tenderly at him, her smile, now flushed with the effects of alcohol, transforming her into his burning desire once more. At that moment, they felt a deep connection with each other again.

Then Sun Qian stood up and said, "I need to use the restroom."

"Do you remember where it is?" Jia Ming asked solicitously. "I'll go with you."

Sun Qian smiled sweetly, neither refusing nor agreeing, and left her seat, turning and walking unsteadily towards the restroom.

Jia Ming, in her denim miniskirt that accentuated her supple waist, rounded and firm hips, and straight, shapely legs, carried her figure, comparable to a professional model, gracefully into a restroom in the distance. He watched her retreating figure, feeling a surge of heat rise from his lower abdomen, instantly coursing through his entire body. A wave of irritation washed over him, his body burning with a restless, agitated feeling. He roused himself, gritted his teeth, and uttered a curse that seemed to last forever, before striding after her.

Jiaming followed Sun Qian into the bathroom, and just as she was about to close the door, he hurriedly shoved his foot through the crack and squeezed through with his shoulder. Sun Qian playfully scolded, "I'm peeing, why are you following me?" But her hands weren't idle; she lifted her skirt, pulled down her underwear, and squatted on the toilet, the sound of dripping water filling the air.

Just as she finished and arched her back, Jiaming saw her long, jade-like legs, white as satin, and a high, protruding area where the delicate hairs between the two petals were still swaying with dewdrops. He couldn't resist teasing her with both hands, and immediately felt the petals slightly open, the inside swishing and sucking. He turned Sun Qian's whole body over, spread her buttocks with both hands, and squatted on the ground. He immediately stuck out his red tongue and circled her buttocks. He licked the melting fairy cave, the winding path leading to the secluded spot, and slowly sucked the flower heart.

Sun Qian's whole body was lying on the toilet, only her plump, white buttocks were raised high, trying to show that place, revealing the greasy, smooth, and red tender slit. Naturally, her lust was burning hot. That place was clenched and ready to burst, as if an inexhaustible spring was gushing out from inside, making the fine hairs wet.

Jiaming stretched his sharp tongue out long, probing the petals. With a gentle touch, something that was neither bone nor flesh emerged, like a young novice monk peeking out from behind a curtain. He had been roaming this place for years, caressing every inch of Sun Qian's body. How could he not recognize this young novice? Whenever she was burning with lust and her desire was unbearable, this young novice would peek out from her boudoir, hair disheveled, and quietly appear. He then deeply bit into her, sucking and releasing, thrusting and withdrawing, like a chicken pecking at its prey, like a snake flicking its tongue.

Sun Qian, unable to bear the torment, began to moan and groan, and a gush of hot, lustful fluid gushed out, flowing like a vast ocean, smearing Jiaming's mouth, lips, and face.

Jiaming's hands trembled as he unbuckled his belt, pulling his underwear down to his ankles. He guided his penis into Sun Qian's rear, which was already overflowing with fluids. With a simple thrust, his member slid in completely without resistance. He then thrust forward, his hips pounding and slapping against her repeatedly. His hands, however, slipped inside Sun Qian's shirt, unhooking her bra and caressing her long-unused breasts.

Sun Qian felt the weight and solidity of his member inside her, knowing Jiaming hadn't used it in a long time. A pang of guilt rose within her, and a surge of passion coursed through her, causing a warm current to rise in her groin. Jiaming felt a sudden heat; his member swelled powerfully, supporting Sun Qian's lower body with a mixture of tension and tingling. She felt as if the thing was alive, biting, tearing, sucking, and ripping wildly inside her, as if her internal organs were being pulled and ripped out.

The two bodies were entangled in that cramped space, oblivious to the pair of eyes that were secretly watching them from outside.

The young waiter at the teahouse had been aroused the moment Sun Qian arrived. His eyes had been glued to her all night. When he saw her leave her seat and go into the restroom, he secretly followed her. Now, he was peeking through the crack in the door at the vibrant and alluring scene inside. He saw a white, writhing body and heard the pleasurable, gurgling sounds, like fish nibbling at water or raindrops soaking into mud. His heart was already racing, his spirit soaring. His manhood was burning hot, stretching his pants as if he were wearing a straw hat. A fiery passion surged within him, surging and pounding. Before he knew it, he was ejaculating. He closed his eyes tightly, savoring the sudden pleasure, and couldn't help but let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart.

This startled the couple inside, who were enjoying their lovemaking. Sun Qian panicked and twisted away, grabbing her underwear that had slipped between her legs. Jia Ming hurriedly opened the door and peeked out, only to see a dark figure dart out as if fleeing. Sun Qian playfully punched Jia Ming's chest, saying, "I won't do it! Someone saw us!"

"Don't worry, he doesn't know us," Jia Ming said, seeing her pale face, her shy and charming appearance so pure and beautiful. He gently patted her cheek. The two then straightened their clothes and returned to their seats together.

It was quite late when Sun Qian got home. Her desire to help Jia Ming wasn't unfounded, nor was it just a perfunctory attempt to comfort him. These past few days, Zhang Qingshan had secretly contacted her, saying he felt deeply remorseful for his reckless actions and wanted to apologize.

Sun Qian understood the old man's true intentions; she remembered how he had lingered over her that night, so infatuated with her. At that time, Sun Qian hesitated repeatedly, worried that her relationship with Jia Ming was still unresolved and that he might use it against her. So she wavered, undecided. After joining Zhao Zhen and his group at No. 1 Middle School, Sun Qian felt ashamed of their extravagant and dissolute lifestyle, and couldn't help but feel nostalgic for her initial romantic ideal of living a secluded paradise with Jia Ming in the mountain school. Every time she returned home, in her cramped room, many troubles would inexplicably arise.

Then an uncontrollable weariness would sweep over her like a tide washing over a beach. She would place her hands on her chest and quickly fall asleep.

The morning sunlight, like a bottle of fine wine, was opened and poured unselfishly into everyone's cup, ensuring that everyone could share this delicious drink of sunshine, and that those fresh, slightly tipsy days would become a beautiful beginning, a sudden brightness in a long, dark world.

Sun Qian got up, not caring about her naked body. She frantically rummaged through drawers and cabinets looking for Zhang Qingshan's business card. He said very few people knew the phone number on it; only a few of his close female friends or high-ranking figures in the city knew it, allowing them to contact him directly without going through a secretary. Sun Qian didn't care at the time and carelessly tossed it aside. Her commotion woke her parents, who asked from outside her room, "Qian, what are you looking for so early in the morning?"

Startled, she realized she was completely naked. She quickly grabbed a shirt and put it on before going to the door and telling the elderly couple, "Nothing, just looking for a business card." She found it in her handbag. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she wondered why she had carried the card with her; perhaps she always hoped she would find him someday. Stretching her long, smooth legs, she reclined on the bed and dialed a number. She quickly received a response.

"It's me, Sun Qian," she simply introduced herself. The voice on the other end was muffled; he was probably still asleep. She pressed on, "What's wrong? Still not up? I'll call later."

"No, no, no," he said repeatedly, now fully awake. Sun Qian smiled slightly. "I played cards with city leaders all night last night, and didn't go to sleep until very late. What advice do you have for me, Teacher Sun?" This country bumpkin would boast about closing a million-dollar deal even if he just took a quick trip to the toilet. "I'd like to invite you to dinner," Sun Qian said softly, making her sound even more gentle and without malice.

"Then I should be the one treating, as long as you'd do me the honor, Teacher Sun," he said, flattered and unable to hide his excitement. Sun Qian said, "It's agreed, don't bring so many people, I don't like it."

"Definitely, definitely," he said, agreeing to meet Sun Qian at noon in the Paris Hall of the hotel.

When Sun Qian arrived at the Paris Hall of the hotel, she saw Zhang Qingshan and his female secretary already waiting there, and a vague displeasure arose in her heart. Her face showed a less than happy expression.

Sun Qian's coquettish yet angry demeanor stirred Zhang Qingshan's heart. He dismissed his secretary. The woman standing before him was arguably the most outstandingly sexy woman he had ever seen. Now he could scrutinize her more closely. Her figure, draped in a gray dress, the thin silk clinging tightly to her voluptuous body, the collar deliberately open, her high breasts clearly visible and eye-catching. He could clearly see her nipples, as if teased, pressed tightly against the soft fabric.

She approached him, her thighs, waist, and hips trembling slowly like flowing water, exuding a sensual allure. She wasn't walking, but rather gliding, using her unusual physique to draw his attention and satisfy his sexual desire.

"You wanted me, didn't you? Here I am," Sun Qian said bluntly. She knew that dealing with Zhang Qingshan didn't require unnecessary words; the man was almost too clever for his wits. Sun Qian's straightforwardness caught him off guard, but he didn't show any excessive loss of composure. He still smiled and said, "Are you still angry?"

"Of course I am. What would I be if I weren't angry?" Sun Qian's eyes were fixed on him, her high breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath her sheer dress in a sensual, dance-like rhythm that couldn't be misunderstood.

"It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. I sincerely apologize to you." He felt weak and powerless in her presence; he, Zhang Qingshan, was always a stalwart man. Suddenly, he felt a surge of thirst, reached for his teacup, and swallowed, only to be surprised that he wasn't thirsty. He finally realized it was the heat surging within him that was causing the problem. Sun Qian refilled his teacup, and with a slight movement, the upper part of her dress opened even more boldly, exposing her lovely breasts to him. “Sun Qian, tell me what you want, I’ll give you anything.”

Sun Qian sat back down in her chair, her two alluring long legs crossed, her thin skirt trailing above her knees, revealing her soft, plump thighs. Every move she made was incredibly seductive. “I don’t want anything,” Sun Qian said, biting her lower lip. Yet, a hidden, indescribable pleasure lingered in her heart.

Zhang Qingshan regretted his inherent attitude towards Sun Qian; he couldn’t even straighten his back when he saw her. Of course, with age, his manhood had withered like an old tree, wilted like a flower after frost. Because it had been idle for so long, it had become nothing more than a decoration for his lower body. But that day, this woman had suddenly brought it back to life, and once alive, it refused to die. Like a withered tree blossoming in spring, it was wildly vigorous. A single rain and dew nourished it, and it sprouted many tender, oily branches and many vibrant green leaves, each one swaying and alluring.

The waiters had already served them dishes; the portions weren't large, but the quality was excellent, including shark fin, abalone, and some other delicacies that Sun Qian couldn't name but found very appetizing. Even the serving dishes were exquisite, resplendent in gold. Sun Qian knew it was his female secretary who had ordered them and couldn't help but admire her thoughtfulness. Zhang Qingshan poured Sun Qian a Louis XIII; the wine was crystal clear, with the amber hue that Sun Qian loved. It was rich and full-bodied, with an unforgettable aftertaste.

Zhang Qingshan, like a lone wolf, claimed his territory, the bottle always brimming with the fragrant liquid, while the glass was always empty, emptied in one gulp. Sun Qian couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for him: "Don't drink so much."

"Sun Qian, will you recognize me as your godfather?" He said so suddenly that even Sun Qian was surprised that it came from his mouth. "Are you drunk?"

"No, silly girl, I need a formal title for you to be happy." He said it with unwavering certainty.

That day, while Sun Qian was slightly suspicious of their rapidly developing relationship, she also experienced firsthand what it meant for the wealthy to keep their word and be incredibly generous. Zhang Qingshan led her to his secret apartment in the city, which, it should be said, was now Sun Qian's. Overwhelmed with excitement, Sun Qian's face flushed pink, and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her nose. She ran excitedly back and forth in the spacious room, occasionally letting out joyful screams; everything astonished her.

Zhang Qingshan caught her on the balcony. He embraced her, and he seemed to smell a fragrance, a sensual aroma emanating from her. Similarly, her body was alluringly alluring beneath her clothes. Her mouth was slightly open, as if awaiting his kiss.

Having just drunk alcohol, Sun Qian's cheeks were flushed, and the natural rosy color of her lips surpassed even the most expensive lipstick. Her sparkling white teeth peeked between her red lips, like a string of jade beads. They kissed passionately, their breaths heavy and hot, their breaths mingling with saliva.

Sun Qian unbuttoned all the buttons on his waist, slowly pulling his shirt open to reveal his entire chest. As Sun Qian licked his bare chest with her tongue, he closed his eyes, a surge of desire rising within him, his groin throbbing. He gently unbuttoned her silk dress,

fastened with four buttons at the shoulders, letting it slip down to her thighs. At that moment, his eyes widened, his gaze fixed on her naked, voluptuous, and smooth body. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were firm and erect, the nipples upturned, two pale purplish-red points teasing and arousing him like the seductive eyes of a siren, causing his lower body to swell with desire.

Then Sun Qian moved her feet, her dress slipping to the ground, and he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath. When he thought about how she had just sat beside him like this, he suddenly felt incredibly lacking in self-control, almost ejaculating.

Sun Qian had a slender waist but full, round, and plump hips. Her lower abdomen was flat with a slight bulge. Below her abdomen was the essence of a woman's life, first a tuft of dark, shiny hair, slightly curled. The experienced Zhang Qingshan could tell from this tuft of soft, drooping hair that she was a woman with an exceptionally strong sex drive. She loved it when men rode her like wild horses, and she was easily satisfied. With just a little teasing, her body would groan and writhe as if she were seriously ill, and like a pitiful snake, she would become more and more passionate, coiling around the man until they reached the peak of ecstasy together.

Her naked body was so close to him. When Sun Qian stretched out her legs to tease him, he leaned forward and skillfully teased her with his tongue. Sun Qian pressed his face between her legs, her body trembling, panting, as she reached into his crotch and groped. Suddenly, she seemed to lose control, moaning wildly and tightly hugging his head.

Zhang Qingshan's tongue, like a red-banded snake, meandered across her petals, his teeth nibbling at the sensitive, melon-like spot hidden among her pubic hair. Desire burned within Sun Qian, gradually spreading to her chest. She felt the flames about to leap from her throat. Extreme thirst made her instinctively wrap her arms tightly around his head, as if offering a pure sacrifice, a precious gift.

Sun Qian pulled Zhang Qingshan's head to her chest. He straightened up, his lips glistening, his wide, seemingly frenzied eyes flashing. The two walked together into the bedroom.

Once on the bed, Zhang Qingshan displayed the urgency and impulsiveness of a young man. Sun Qian lay across the bed, her gaze following his lower abdomen to his groin, finally settling on his deeply rooted penis. He captured her tongue, one hand tightly holding her, his lower body slowly sliding down her. Suddenly, she let out a soft cry of pleasure, knowing that thing had forcefully entered her body.

Unable to contain her excitement, Sun Qian released a gush of vaginal fluid to welcome his entry, letting him thrust and pound inside her. With each powerful thrust, she carefully and slowly stretched her body beneath his heavy, mountain-like frame, searching for the most satisfying position and angle for him. She felt as if she had become a pink balloon, floating in the wind, drifting leisurely through the clouds, the wind teasing her, sometimes tossing her high, sometimes throwing her down.

Sun Qian's long, white legs were tightly wrapped around Zhang Qingshan's waist, the surging pleasure forcing her to instinctively curl her legs upwards, revealing a bright red petal between her legs as his penis rose. A thick, white fluid gushed from her opening, spraying onto his inner thighs. He watched this erotic scene and smiled silently.

He slowly thrust in and out, trying to prolong the pleasure. His heart felt as smooth as if it had been ironed. This noble and arrogant woman was submissive to his erect penis. This naked woman lay on a large bed, graceful and obediently submitting to his control.

The woman writhed like a snake, her long, disheveled hair scattering like starlight. Her crimson lips parted slightly, revealing white teeth and a tongue that moved incessantly, its movements like a flower blooming and closing. Her sensitive nostrils flared, emitting soft, delicate breaths and alluring, seductive moans. This feeling excited him, thrilled him. It even surpassed the moment he ejaculated into her vagina.

Zhang Qingshan was surprised by his own strength. This woman before him gave him a pleasure he hadn't experienced in many years. She was truly a wonderful woman, tall and strong, yet every movement was so charming and alluring.

Sun Qian casually lit a cigarette, playfully pursing her lips, her lips round and red like cherries, exhaling wisps of smoke that drifted away. She then handed the cigarette to him. Afterward, she got up, stretched, and slipped off the bed, shirtless. Her thick hair cascaded down to her shoulders as she gracefully walked into the bathroom.

Sun Qian hummed a tune in the bathroom with a smug satisfaction. Zhang Qingshan believed the cheerful melody was genuine, coming from her heart. He was also very proud; women were like wild horses beneath men, and only men who conquered women could conquer the world.

When she came out, she had somehow acquired a loose bathrobe, but it couldn't conceal every mature and voluptuous curve and contour of her body. She walked to the bedside, her eyes sparkling with a playful smile, and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him on the lips, skillfully swaying her hips. "Dad, the hot water's ready, hurry up and wash."

He squeezed her bottom with his hand. "What an understanding daughter." With that, he got up and went into the bathroom.

Sun Qian coaxed the old man into the bathtub like a child. Then, she took off her clothes, gently scooped water, and splashed it on herself. The marble floor was too slippery, so Sun Qian had to spread her legs and try to support herself.

In the tub, he looked up at her with a smile, constantly looking for opportunities to tease her. Sun Qian twisted and dodged, before finally entering the tub. Zhang Qingshan, who was already inside, had made room for her. As her body was submerged in the water, he suddenly turned around. Sun Qian gasped and covered herself with a towel.

He gazed at her with a smile, gently kissing her forehead. Gradually, Sun Qian accepted his embrace. Upon touching his body, she let out a soft moan, finding her eyes blurry and her shoulders weak.

Slowly, Zhang Qingshan held her close, removing the towel from her body. Sun Qian tried to pull away, but he held her down. When his cool lips pressed against her warm body, Sun Qian felt incredibly comfortable. As their bodies pressed tightly together, he caressed her breasts from below, slowly kneading them while relentlessly kissing her. Sun Qian felt her whole body go limp like a jellyfish, losing all strength, almost collapsing.

Then, Zhang Qingshan lifted her body, persistently and repeatedly caressing her, his other hand wandering to her genitals. For a moment, Sun Qian's body trembled, her eyes closed, letting him do as he pleased.

Emerging from the bath, he lathered their bodies with perfume, pressing their foam-covered forms tightly together. Finally, Sun Qian writhed, unable to hold back her moans. Zhang Qingshan, disregarding everything, pressed her against the wall, showering her back with kisses, and suddenly pressed down on her from behind.

Sun Qian tried to turn, but his powerful strength held her down, his engorged, purplish-red penis thrusting deep inside her. Sun Qian's body melted like cream, and she couldn't help but bend over, arching her back higher to meet him. Pleasure shot from her toes to her head. He continued to thrust intensely, seemingly lost in a state of ecstasy.

Sun Qian felt his heavy breathing behind her, his body convulsing rapidly.

She quickly cried out, "Not here, I want to go to the bed." Ignoring the perfume smeared on their bodies, they went hand in hand to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. Zhang Qingshan saw Sun Qian's two pale pink nipples and purple navel, alluring and malevolent like a three-eyed succubus, and his penis instantly became frighteningly large and hard. She twitched her thighs, urging, "Give it to me quickly, I want it!"

They became one again, her eyes closed... Her eyes widened, and she began to shake her hips, her body trembling from the impact. She cried out passionately, "Ah, Dad, this is so good!" Her hips swayed violently, her body arching back, her fingers gripping his back tightly. "Oh, I'm dying, hurry!"

Sun Qian knew her climax was approaching. Her vagina was convulsing in waves, as if a surge of pleasurable fluid was flowing from her uterus, a torrent of intense pleasure that made her feel as if she were floating. Suddenly, her eyes widened, a vacant, gleaming light in them.

With a cry, she gripped him tightly, feeling him throbbing and trembling inside her. His glans twitched as if electrocuted, each throbbing faster and more intense than the last, a torrent of semen surging towards her. She could feel his immense power; if he weren't inside her, his thick, snot-like semen would have sprayed several feet out.

They both reached the climax of their passion simultaneously. He released her, his body relaxed, limbs outstretched. The two naked bodies lying side by side on the bed were immersed in the afterglow of their love. Sun Qian held his hand tightly and said, "It felt so good."

Zhang Qingshan greedily caressed her again: "You finally admitted it just now." Sun Qian moaned and chuckled under his teasing, slightly writhing and trembling: "I admitted what?"

"You've been calling me Dad." He was excited but not without reason.

"What did I call you?" Sun Qian felt his ecstasy.

"You called me Dad, you admitted you're my daughter. I'm going to hold a ceremony at the most luxurious hotel in the city." He said.

Sun Qian almost felt a sense of accomplishment, even pride in her maturity and artistry. She hugged Zhang Qingshan tightly, closed her eyes, thinking and saying nothing, listless like a rubber doll. After a long pause, she finally spoke: "No, I want to do it in the mountains. I want your family to know legitimately."

(Sun Qian's "Butterfly Playing in Spring Colors," Chapter Two)

The bell for the end of class had been ringing for a long time, but the students still seemed unsatisfied, bombarding Sun Qian with questions. Sun Qian could always feel their eager gazes, some even blatantly and erotically fixed on her private parts.

Especially the boys; sometimes they made her wonder if she should wear more conservative clothing, but Sun Qian didn't mind. Sometimes she even seemed to appreciate it; the men's focused gazes always stirred certain desires within her. Unable to resist their persistent questioning, Sun Qian continued teaching for a while longer. As soon as class was over, she hurriedly went to the restroom.

In the restroom next to the music and arts classroom, Sun Qian didn't feel the urge to urinate, but the dampness in her underwear made her uncomfortable, so she placed some toilet paper there.

When she came out, she touched up her makeup in front of the mirror. This mirror used to be a place where girls experiencing their first stirrings of love would express their feelings. She didn't know when or who started it, but these girls, while applying makeup and drawing their eyebrows and lips, liked to kiss their lips on it or draw heart shapes with lipstick. She had emphasized this many times, but it was repeatedly forbidden; in fact, it only got worse.

That day, before class, in front of the class, especially the girls, Sun Qian took a toilet mop from the bathroom and wiped the mirror from top to bottom. From then on, no one dared to offer their lips to it.

Actually, Sun Qian had learned this trick from her teacher. Back then, she was similar to these girls, liking to pose and admire herself in front of the mirror. When she came out of the bathroom, most of her classmates had left.

These days, Sun Qian was riding high. Climbing the social ladder with Zhang Qingshan had benefited her greatly, and it had also made Jiaming regain his prestige in the mountains. Sun Qian's cleverness lay in holding the family recognition ceremony in the mountains, letting everyone know that she was now Zhang Qingshan's goddaughter, and naturally, Jiaming his godson-in-law. The ceremony was grand and lively; everyone knew what was going on, but everyone congratulated Zhang Qingshan with smiles.

During this time, Zhao Zhen neglected her, making him frantic, constantly calling Sun Qian, thinking he had done something wrong. Sun Qian simply smiled, not explaining, letting him worry; that's how you deal with men.

Sun Qian packed up her teaching materials and went downstairs, taking three steps at a time. The girls behind her laughed at her. Sun Qian turned around, puzzled, and found herself standing on the second step, her upper leg bent like a bow, while the lower leg was straight. Just then, someone called out urgently, "Watch out under your skirt!"

Sun Qian was startled and instinctively squeezed her legs together. Looking down, she saw several boys sitting in a row on the railing, craning their necks upwards. Sun Qian's face flushed. She then noticed that the other girls were also walking down the stairs so cautiously, taking as few small steps as possible and always staying close to the wall.

Sun Qian's face couldn't help but turn red. She was wearing a short skirt today, and she clearly remembered that she was wearing a red thong underneath, which offered almost no coverage. The thought of her private parts being exposed to the students made her feel flustered and confused, her eyes becoming hazy and gleaming.

That's how Sun Qian was; being spied on actually gave her a strange excitement, like a spark igniting a fire of desire within her. Even after arriving at the administration office, Sun Qian's face was still burning, a blush lingering on her cheeks.

The Academic Affairs Office was bustling with activity, as Liu Zhu and Wu Yan were getting married. Everyone was pooling their money to congratulate them, including Zhao Zhen. Seeing Sun Qian's flushed face, Wang Shen approached her with concern and asked, "Teacher Sun, are you feeling unwell?"

Sun Qian smiled and replied, "It's nothing, thank you."

Zhao Zhen came over and scolded Wang Shen, "Go and write this down! Who told you to come and fawn over me?"

This drew laughter from his colleagues, and Sun Qian couldn't help but feel sorry for him; Wang Shen always acted inappropriately, regardless of the occasion. Afterwards, knowing that Principal Zhao was unhappy, some colleagues made excuses to leave, and soon the Academic Affairs Office became deserted.

Zhao Zhen called Sun Qian into his office. Before he could even close the door, Sun Qian had already thrown herself into his arms, kissing him passionately like a tiger. Her impatient desire astonished him. They stumbled to the sofa, kissing each other, and embraced. Zhao Zhen kissed her burning lips, caressed her breasts, moved her bra aside, and buried his mouth in her chest.

"No!" he made Sun Qian cry out in pleasure, protesting, "I want it now." As she spoke, she curled her plump thighs up and reached out to pull down her underwear.

Zhao Zhen, also caught up in her passion, unbuttoned his shirt. Just then, Sun Qian's phone rang at the most inopportune moment. The sound was crisp and pleasant, but to her it was incredibly irritating, like a death knell.

It was Zhang Qingshan calling; he was waiting at the school gate to pick her up for dinner. Sun Qian shrugged apologetically at Zhao Zhen, touched his face, said sorry, straightened her clothes, and left. Zhao Zhen had heard rumors that Sun Qian was currently having an affair with an old man, but he didn't care. He thought, what could a man in his sixties possibly do? Besides, Sun Qian was the kind of woman full of passion and charm; how could an old man possibly resist?

It was just because she had some money in her pocket, using money to make up for whatever she couldn't have. From upstairs, Zhao Zhen saw the black Cadillac lying across the school gate, like a giant whale swallowing Sun Qian whole, then slithering away, muttering curses as it did so, a string of profanities as plump and heavy as black grapes. As soon as

Sun Qian got into the car, Zhang Qingshan lifted her legs in his lap from the back seat, taking off her shoes and massaging them.

Her ankles were curved like bows, incredibly soft; he couldn't believe they could support such a body. Her five delicate fingers and jade-like nails.

Suddenly, he whispered in her ear, "I'm so pathetic, I get so aroused every time I see you."

Sun Qian reached for his crotch, and sure enough, it was erect. She unzipped his pants and bent over. The man, fearing onlookers, tried to push her away.

Sun Qian persisted, saying, "I'm already wet."

He reached down and touched her skirt, finding it indeed soaking wet, and pinched her nose to tease her. Sun Qian, however, only fueled his advances, opening her mouth wide to take the head of his penis completely inside, her tongue licking and sucking it. A woman like Sun Qian, when she flirted with a man, possessed a more alluring charm than any virgin.

Zhang Qingshan, unable to resist her teasing, suddenly felt a surge of lust, and said to the driver, "Dezi, take another detour, choose a less crowded area."

Sun Qian felt his penis rapidly swell and harden, and after a few wanton strokes, it finally became as hard as a terrifying iron rod. He hummed comfortably, kissing her face haphazardly while his hands stirred her genitals. He was surprised to find that in just a short while, Sun Qian's panties were soaked, and her vulva trembled like the head of an invincible rooster.

He understood that the woman was burning with desire, so he lifted her body and thrust into her hard, as if kissing her. Sun Qian's genitals familiarly received his powerful member. She felt his member impacting her from every angle—up, down, left, right, front, and back—waves of intense pleasure washing over her. She couldn't help but sigh, then gritted her teeth and endured it, continuing to move up and down to meet him. She longed to lie down, but the cramped space of the carriage forced her to remain in this position, wrestling with his member.

Like a little kitten, she licked him with her tongue, intensifying his stimulation. Her soft hands caressed his hair incessantly, making him unbearably aroused. He howled like a wolf, roared like a tiger, and, roused, thrust his sharp penis towards her. Her buttocks nimbly met his, her arms tightly wrapped around his bull-like neck. She kissed his eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, his well-developed chest muscles, and his tender armpits, igniting a burning desire within him once more.

Sun Qian's face flushed crimson, her eyes widening and gleaming, like an angry little female cat, both alluring and adorable. Dezi stared in a daze, his heart pounding. A fuzzy worm slowly crawled within him, stirring an unbearable itch he couldn't scratch, a mixture of restlessness and excitement. Dezi had followed the old man for many years, but he had never seen him so unrestrained, his lust no different from that of the younger generation.

He subtly adjusted the rearview mirror, aiming it at Sun Qian's lower body. Sun Qian, straddling Zhang Qingshan, had her skirt lifted to her waist, revealing a plump, white bottom that was bobbing up and down, with glimpses of her dark pubic hair glistening with moisture. He… was so fair.

A mature woman's voluptuous figure is like a full glass of fine wine, full but not overflowing; no man who sees it wouldn't want to take a sip, as long as he's a real man. Dezi sighed inwardly. He hadn't witnessed Sun Qian's abuse at the Dashan Restaurant that day; he'd only heard about her body and her wanton appearance from his friends later, which he thought were exaggerated and unfounded.

Today, he finally saw it with his own eyes. No wonder the old man spent money recklessly to win her favor without batting an eye. He drove onto the highway on the outskirts of the city, and in a moment of inattention, the car veered off course and crashed into the guardrail. Startled, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His body, brimming with energy, felt almost bursting. He instinctively reached out and touched his crotch through his pants, a surge of passion welling up inside him. His once engorged and erect member became limp and lifeless.

Sun Qian sensed the old man's impending climax; his member swelled and grew wildly, pressing against her, making her feel flustered and numb. She tightened her abdominal muscles and lifted her buttocks, gripping her vaginal walls tightly. She heard the old man groan, and his hands gripping her buttocks gripped her even harder, as gush of semen gushed out inside her. His long-suppressed desire was released like a flood into her deep, beautiful vagina, making her sigh softly with pleasure, experiencing the intense, almost unbearable pleasure of his ejaculation.

Liu Chunsheng and Wu Yan's wedding was held at a grand hotel. Both were well-connected, and in addition to inviting faculty and staff from the school, they also invited many friends from outside. Sun Qian had arranged to attend with Zhao Zhen. Along the way, Zhao Zhen complained incessantly that Sun Qian's attire was inappropriate and lacked formality.

Sun Qian wore trendy low-waisted trousers, the tight fabric accentuating her curves, while her short t-shirt revealed a glimpse of her white belly and her smiling navel. Most notably, the low-waisted trousers revealed the edge of her black underwear with the slightest movement.

The grand hotel was luxuriously decorated, with a high dome in the lobby from which cascaded dense, orderly crystal strips, shimmering with a soft, frosty white light. A fountain in the center displayed water droplets that resembled silver chrysanthemums blooming, leaping and splashing like pearls and jade. Various goldfish swam in the pool. The male guests at this grand hotel were all portly and muscular. The woman had large breasts and a full bottom, dressed in a garish, colorful outfit.

The wedding banquet was about to begin,

and guests were taking their seats one by one. After the chaotic footsteps, there was a cool breeze from the removal of coats, mixed with the smell of sweat. A brief argument ensued over seating arrangements. From afar, Sun Qian recognized a familiar figure in a yellow-trimmed dress. Next to her was Wang Shen from their school. As they drew closer, she realized it was Bai Jie. She hadn't seen her since returning from her studies, and Sun Qian felt an indescribable joy at seeing her here today. She quietly slipped through the crowd, suddenly grabbed Bai Jie's shoulder from behind, and thrust a smiling face in front of her.

Bai Jie gasped in surprise, and the two embraced affectionately, oblivious to the stares of others. "You two know each other?" Wang Shen said to Sun Qian, his eyes darting around her with a lewd gaze.

"Yeah, you're quite the ladies' man. Turns out our girl is from your family, why didn't you introduce her sooner?" Sun Qian glared at him. Wang Shen, thinking himself humorous, said, "When did she become your sister? Then wouldn't I be your brother-in-law?"

"Dream on." Sun Qian pulled Bai Jie to her table.

Zhao Zhen, of course, sat in the main seat at the head table, and the others tactfully left the seat next to him empty. Seeing there was only one seat next to Zhao Zhen, Sun Qian pulled Bai Jie to the other end of the table, leaving Wang Shen alone to the side. He stood there, lost in thought, his mind wandering.

Luckily, Zhao Zhen called out to him, "Wang Shen, come and have a drink."

"Principal Zhao, I don't know how to drink." Wang Shen had never been so flattered before, and looked utterly humbled and overwhelmed.

"A real man should learn what he doesn't know. Come on." Seeing that Wang Shen was still hesitating, Zhao Zhen got up and pulled him over to the empty seat next to him. Wang Shen sat down next to Zhao Zhen at the main table.

Sun Qian's lips curled into a mocking smile, and she glanced at Bai Jie beside her. Seeing that Bai Jie didn't notice anything, she swallowed her words. She then picked up a piece of fish for Bai Jie and said, "Little sister, what do you do at home every day?"

"Nothing much, just watch TV and stuff." Seeing Bai Jie's delicate and shy appearance, Sun Qian wanted to tease her even more.

"Don't you go out and play with men?" Sun Qian grinned mischievously.

"Get lost, you're the one who goes out and plays with men." Although Bai Jie blushed, she didn't find Sun Qian's teasing particularly offensive.

“Of course I looked, or I can find one for you,” Sun Qian said, her eyes glancing at Zhao Zhen and then winking at Bai Jie. Bai Jie immediately understood, her face flushing red. She lowered her head shyly, but kicked Sun Qian hard under the table, saying, “Go find one yourself.”

“Okay, let’s go together,” Sun Qian whispered in her ear.

The two of them, oblivious to everyone else, chatted intimately. The wedding banquet was almost over, and the men’s shouting and yelling while drinking was irritating. The constant sarcasm and vulgar jokes were deafening. They were discussing their entertainment, which sounded like they were going to play cards, and they were shouting themselves hoarse about playing all night.

Bai Jie couldn’t resist Sun Qian’s repeated urging, so the two of them got up and left. Bai Jie said she was going to the restroom, but instead whispered something to Wang Shen before she and Sun Qian walked away arm in arm.

As soon as they left the hotel, they hailed a taxi and soon arrived at the Wan Chong Tian Disco. Sun Qian led Bai Jie through the crowd with difficulty. There were many blond foreigners around, and even more girls with exposed waists and black hair like oriental gems, using it as a way to attract customers.

Huge iron frames were crisscrossed on the ceiling, hanging round, square, long, and triangular lights, all of which were rotating. The lights changed from red, blue, and green to bright white, sometimes flickering and ambiguous, sometimes like a lightning bolt that blinded you. The lights were mottled and colorful, sometimes changing color, making the white of your clothes appear even whiter and the black even brighter.

On the small stage directly in front of the dance floor, a band was stationed, playing energetically all night. Their sound, amplified by high-fidelity speakers, permeated every corner of the hall—vast, surging like waves, clear and powerful, seemingly capable of lifting the ceiling and sending it soaring into the sky. This resonant noise filled the entire dance hall, making one's very being stir. They struggled to find seats, ordered two large glasses of beer, and slowly sipped them. Suddenly,

the electric guitar roared like a wild beast, and the crowd instantly became excited, surging onto the dance floor like a tidal wave. They all shook their bodies as if electrocuted, their heads swinging as if they were about to break off. The more they danced, the happier they became, the more exhilarated they felt, until they seemed to vanish into thin air, until their brains and cerebellum vibrated together—that was the ultimate state.

Suddenly, all the lights went out, and the music fell silent. Abruptly, several flashes of lightning streaked across the room, and the lights, like sharp swords, pierced down, stretching out in bizarre, tree-like shapes in all directions, slicing the darkness into fragments.

This was the most exciting moment in the dance hall. People around clapped and cheered, rushing to the center of the dance floor to dance and twist with abandon. Long legs swayed, skirts billowed, and occasionally a passionate scream would erupt, the joy in their hearts leaking out in a special kind of shout. Bright eyes, shining with anticipation, flickered all around. No matter where you looked, you could see beautiful figures gliding through the crowd, disappearing only to be replaced by another equally captivating one.

Searchlights, like sharp swords, shone simultaneously on the center of the dance floor. There, a platform slowly rose, and on it, a young woman swayed her hips as she gracefully ascended. She raised her hands above her head, her palms rolling and changing shapes, her slender waist and ample buttocks twisting as if out of place.

Sun Qian, swaying to the music on her chair, told Bai Jie that she was the lead dancer in the dance hall. At this moment, the music became even more intense and frenzied, and the crowd grew increasingly frenzied. The lead dancer ripped off her top, leaving only her bra, her two large breasts bouncing to the beat, along with tight shorts that resembled underwear.

Sun Qian forcefully pulled Bai Jie into the crowd, and they swayed together, squeezed in the throng. Bai Jie's dancing wasn't as fluid as Sun Qian's, but she danced with genuine joy, her face turning blue, her ankles stiffening. Strangers flirted in this fiery atmosphere; not a single fly could escape the terrifying catastrophe of high decibels and turbulent particles.

Sun Qian was ecstatic; her dancing was filled with hallucinations, inspiration flowing freely—a result of her excessive physical liberation. A man was singing hysterically on stage, one hand wrapped around her bare waist from behind. Sun Qian didn't know who he was, nor did she care.

Sun Qian thought she had already attracted the attention of many men with her dancing. At this moment, she noticed Bai Jie, and she swayed even more joyfully. The fabric of her yellow dress was very thin, and the large-scale spinning made the hem of the skirt rise, accidentally revealing her underwear. It was as if she wanted to release the lust in her heart, to vent her tormented desire, and to let the blood rushing through her body.

He touched Sun Qian's buttocks again and smiled at her. Sun Qian couldn't resist this handsome man. He thought Sun Qian was very smart and had a calm expression, so he became even more audacious. "You have a lovely butt."

He leaned down, almost touching her cheek, and breathed hot air into her ear through the music. The music was too loud, so Sun Qian cursed him, thinking to herself, "Who told you to be so handsome? It's made me neurotic." Sun Qian didn't usually swear. This was a curse she hadn't uttered in a long time, which startled her. It was so powerful, so provocative, so satisfying.

If she didn't say it, how could she release the feelings, the shock, the turmoil in her heart? Sun Qian suddenly understood the wonder of human language. No wonder people have all sorts of vulgar and refined curses; it's not about polluting the mouth, but about satisfying the heart.

The crowd slowly crept in, pushing aside Sun Qian and Bai Jie. Her hand was casually linked with someone's. When Sun Qian turned her head with a smile, she saw a strikingly handsome face. There was something unsettling about his casual demeanor, a hunter's unusual restraint before his beloved prey. He was here too. He was breathtakingly beautiful, making her afraid of falling for him yet also afraid of rejection.

Xiao Gang had smooth skin, a tall stature, and shiny hair styled like wildflowers. His eyes were captivating, poetic, and ethereal, with a fox-like glint when he looked at people.

"You seem to have lost a lot of weight. Who's tormenting you? Tell me, and I'll settle things for you. Tormenting a beautiful woman is a mistake, a sin."

He could spout a truckload of passionate words, then forget about it, and no one would ever mention it again. Yet Sun Qian still enjoyed this fiery, ice cream-like verbal comfort. The music softened, but the lights dimmed. The men and women, from their earlier frenzy, became tender and affectionate, moving slowly in pairs, embracing tightly.

Sun Qian then remembered Bai Jie. Seeing that Bai Jie had already returned to her seat, she asked her, "How was it? Had fun?"

Bai Jie didn't speak, but nodded, her face beaming with excitement.

The man walked over: "Sister Qian, come over here, let's dance for a while."

Sun Qian then introduced him to Bai Jie: "His name is Xiao Gang."

The man was in his twenties and seemed to know Sun Qian well. Sun Qian let him pull her into his arms, and they gracefully slid onto the dance floor.

They weren't dancing, just huddled together, twisting and turning, for a while, simply swinging their legs in place. Sun Qian felt a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body. She ruffled Xiao Gang's dry, soft hair, letting her pubic bone rub against his leg, and another wave of pleasure surged through her lower abdomen. Xiao Gang only deliberately kissed her forehead lightly.

"No, kiss me more intensely," Sun Qian protested fiercely, standing on tiptoe to press her parted lips to his. At first, Xiao Gang only kissed her lips lightly, then, as if unable to control his rising emotions, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth and swirled it around. His teeth gently bit her lip hair, his hands grasped her hair and caressed her waist. This continued until Sun Qian let out a soft moan, her body going limp and almost collapsing to the ground.

"You're such a bad boy," she muttered excitedly, her face beaded with sweat.

The ballroom was dimly lit; while not pitch black, it was still difficult to see clearly face-to-face. Darkness fueled passion, and darkness made people more brazen. Back in her seat, Sun Qian didn't see Bai Jie and assumed she had gone to the restroom.

Xiao Gang, even more brazenly, groped Sun Qian, arousing her to a fever pitch.

Small candles sat on each table, their flickering flames seeming to stir desires, along with fine wine, flowers, and various drinks—a romantic and intoxicating atmosphere. In this luxurious and indulgent setting, one could smell intoxicating, peculiar scents—the fragrance of flowers and women's perfume.

When Bai Jie returned, Sun Qian and Xiao Gang were kissing. Her smooth arms, fair shoulders, bare back, the back of her head, and her flushed face were all visible. They eagerly huddled together, each groping the other's body. They kissed; Xiao Gang's left arm encircled Sun Qian's waist, gently caressing her, while his right hand rubbed her buttocks through her pants, lightly biting her lips and sucking on them with his tongue.

Sun Qian responded intensely, slipping her hand inside his shirt from her chest and scratching his well-developed muscles with her nails. Dongzi approached, immediately spotting Bai Jie, and said enthusiastically, "You came with Sister Qian, right?"

"Yes," Bai Jie replied, her face flushed with desire.

"I'm Sister Qian's brother, my name is Dongzi." Dongzi was adept at handling beautiful women; he smiled throughout, his eyes burning like peach blossoms, and extended his hand to shake Bai Jie's hand tightly.

Sun Qian couldn't help but secretly groan, laughing wildly as she whispered in Xiao Gang's ear, "Bai Jie's finished now, she's fallen into their clutches." Then she loudly said to Dongzi, "Dongzi, this is your sister Bai, take good care of her."

"Don't worry, Sister Qian," Dongzi replied politely, inviting Bai Jie onto the dance floor. After the song ended, the two seemed quite familiar with each other. Dongzi teased her for something, and Bai Jie laughed heartily, even affectionately pushing Dongzi's back. Dongzi came over to Sun Qian and said, "Sister Qian, it's too noisy here, let's find a quieter place."

Sun Qian thought it was a good idea and nodded. Xiao Gang said, "There's a bar next door, let's go there." The group casually walked out.

At the bar, it was a completely different scene; it was as quiet as a secluded paradise, with only the faint sound of a distant piano drifting through the air. They ordered food, and naturally, drinks too. The four of them were now clearly separated, each on their own. Dongzi and Bai Jie sat side by side on a chair, Bai Jie's entire body pressed against his chest. She merely twisted her body symbolically at Dongzi's hand, which was freely caressing her waist, whether she was trying to escape or embolden him.

Sun Qian, meanwhile, sat on Xiao Gang's lap, letting him gently embrace her. He rested his head on her shoulder, and she could feel his eyelashes trembling slightly on her neck, stirring a wave of velvety tenderness within her. Xiao Gang's hands slowly pressed against her lower abdomen, while his other hand gently touched her buttocks.

This caused Sun Qian to suddenly feel a surge of heat in her lower body, instantly soaking her.

It was already late, and the bar waiters yawned, watching them sleepily. Sun Qian, however, was wide awake. Seeing that Bai Jie also seemed unsatisfied and in high spirits, she suggested they go to her place, a suggestion immediately met with enthusiastic agreement from the two men. Sun Qian paid the waiter, and the group took a taxi to her house.

Upon entering, Sun Qian turned on all the lights, dazzling Bai Jie, and said, "You haven't been to my house before, have you?"

Bai Jie looked around, exclaiming in surprise, "Wow, Sister Qian, you're amazing! You live in such a big house!"

Sun Qian took out fruit and drinks from the refrigerator, then smiled at them, "Help yourselves, I'm going to take a shower."

Just as Sun Qian entered the bathroom, Xiao Gang suddenly hugged her tightly from behind, passionately kissing her neck. He lifted her t-shirt, quickly kissing down her spine, and pulled down the zipper of her pants. As Sun Qian twisted to try and escape, her pants suddenly slipped down, revealing her voluptuous legs.

Xiao Gang then turned her around, unhooked her bra, and her firm, white breasts were immediately presented before him. Suddenly, Sun Qian was pressed against the bathroom floor. She tried to scream, but seemed to have lost the ability to resist.

The mixture of sweat, body odor, and perfume emanating from Sun Qian aroused him. He roughly pulled off her panties, quickly exposing his own lower body.

The moment her panties were removed, Sun Qian felt a sense of being raped, yet simultaneously, she found herself not to dislike the feeling. Immediately, his hands explored her genitals, and the two of them flirted like cats. Soon, Xiao Gang's fingertips probed her most sensitive vagina, the sensation instantly transforming into pleasure. His fingers plucked and stroked like a harp.

Sun Qian gasped, letting him remove the only fabric covering her body. She lay naked on the bathroom floor, legs spread wide, murmuring indistinct, seductive songs, wanton and unrestrained, alluring and uninhibited. Xiao Gang, his strong, large penis erect, eagerly thrust inside, giving Sun Qian a thrilling sense of fulfillment. She moaned uncontrollably, letting him continue his penetration. The moans turned into cries, growing louder and louder.

Xiao Gang shouted wildly along with her, violently shaking his body. His voice was hoarse,

uttering "uh uh uh." Although Sun Qian's back was arched, she could still feel a surge of heat. He hoarsely called Sun Qian's name, then his body twitched, and everything returned to calm. When she regained consciousness, he was already on top of her. However, Sun Qian could still feel the throbbing, and she savored the afterglow of pleasure.

Sun Qian then stepped under the showerhead, turning the water on full blast, letting the water spray like needles from the nozzle. She spread her legs wide, facing the water, her chest thrusting out. She pulled her shoulders back, fully enjoying the impact of the water. Water droplets splashed all over her body, and the instinctive pleasure made her tremble involuntarily.

"Sister Qian, can another one come in?" Xiao Gang said.

"Then you'll have to beg me first," Sun Qian laughed wantonly.

Xiao Gang knelt and begged, "Whatever you want, I'll do, baby."

He then rubbed against Sun Qian's feet, his tongue pressed against her genitals.

"No, your semen is still dripping down there," Sun Qian tried to escape, but he only mumbled through his nose, "Yours is plentiful too."

Sun Qian couldn't help but groan, tilting her head back and bracing herself against the tiled wall to avoid slipping.

Xiao Gang stood up, put his arms around her, and carried her back to the bedroom. The bedroom door wasn't closed properly, and hearing Bai Jie's moans coming from the living room, Sun Qian broke free from Xiao Gang and peeked through the crack in the door.

Bai Jie was lying naked on the sofa, with Dongzi on top of her, his waist and buttocks thrusting vigorously. The rapid, tempestuous rhythm made Bai Jie dance with pleasure, and she joined in, twisting her waist and hips to fuel her excitement.

Sun Qian couldn't help but lean against the wall, sighing and closing her eyes. Xiao Gang stepped forward and hugged her tightly, grinning, "You're like a boneless rag doll."

"My whole body is weak."

"I can't take it anymore... ah... I can't stand it... ah..." This was Bai Jie's urgent cry. Her black hair swayed wildly, her legs raised high and tightly wrapped around Dongzi's waist, her whole body suspended in the air. Dongzi thrust several times, also letting out soft cries. Sun Qian could see his buttocks shaking rapidly before he slowly collapsed onto Bai Jie.

"Sister, you're so tight down there, it feels so good to make love with you..." Dongzi said, stroking her face, then his hands began to knead her breasts wantonly.

"You're killing me, I can't take it anymore." Bai Jie's face glowed with happiness, her eyes darting around seductively.

"If it weren't for how tight Sister Bai is down there, it would take me another half hour." Dongzi buried his face in Bai Jie's nipples, gently licking and sucking.

Sun Qian then said, "There's a room available over there."

After saying that, she closed the door and pulled Xiao Gang onto the bed.

Chapter 3 of Sun Qian's Wild Butterfly Playing

in Spring Colors Xiao Gang woke up, stretching out his limbs and writhing on the bed, trying to expel the exhaustion from his bones.

He found a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it. Lying beside him, Sun Qian was naked, covered only by a towel, and remained motionless as if she was still not fully awake. He recalled the gracefully undulating sand dunes formed by the desert winds, with sparse tufts of grass growing beneath them, and a delicate spring nestled in one of the grassy hollows.

Xiao Gang shifted his position, wrapping his thighs around her again, his lower abdomen pressing against Sun Qian's high, firm buttocks. His thick, erect penis, as if with eyes, instantly found the spring in her withered, tangled grass, where a sweet, honey-like fluid was still seeping out. Then, he breathed smoke into her rose-red hair, the smoke seeping into her hair and rising slowly in wisps. He lowered his head, and in the hazy, inky darkness veiled by the thick curtains, gently searched for Sun Qian's lips.

Sun Qian was having a sensual dream. In her dream, she was floating in the sky, a flock of geese flying past her. The air currents from their wings made her spin like a red top, buzzing and whistling, making her unbearably itchy. Then one goose stretched out its thick neck and probed into her body, pecking at her itchiest spot with its sharp beak. A strange sensation assaulted her body, making her unable to resist singing out loud like a goose.

At this moment, she woke up. She opened her eyes, looked at Xiaogang for a moment, and then kissed him quietly. The kiss, warmed by her deep sleep, was tender and gentle, like the smoothness of a fish swimming in water.

Sun Qian tried to move her body and found that her very spot was being pecked by the goose. She softly murmured, "You want more?" and couldn't help but lower her waist, swallowing Xiaogang's magic rod completely. Xiao Gang possessed the energy unique to young men, and Sun Qian was overjoyed by his almost frenzied, rough behavior. She tasted the true essence of masculinity in him.

Awakening from several sexual encounters the previous night, Sun Qian looked up at her excited lover with a mixture of timidity and ecstasy: "How can you not love me enough?"

"Because I'm so alluring, every man is the same," Xiao Gang said, using his restored strength to once again frantically meet Sun Qian's advances.

"You're truly a top-notch expert; you've reignited my desire," Sun Qian said breathlessly, her eyes closed. It was as if someone had set a raging fire, a fire that burned fiercely and venomously from hell to heaven. Sun Qian had never felt so excited, so exhausted, so intensely pleasured. This robust man made her realize how fortunate she was as a woman, and how difficult it was to find a true man.

After another exhilarating climax, they realized it was almost noon. When they went out into the living room, Dongzi was alone in front of the television, fiddling with the remote control.

"Bai Jie's gone. When did she leave?" Sun Qian asked, tucking her hair as she walked.

"She left around eight o'clock," Dongzi replied, avoiding eye contact.

A thin, sheer veil draped a stunning figure, narrow shoulders tapering gently down to a slender waist, a ribbon binding her breasts subtly hinting at something. At just the right moment, the curves of her breasts suddenly expanded, creating an alluring space.

"Where's Xiao Gang?" Dongzi asked.

"He's limp, can't get out of bed," she said, letting out a hearty laugh. Dongzi got up and peered into the room. Sun Qian then said, "Just kidding, taking a bath."

Dongzi's hand immediately grabbed Sun Qian's buttocks, which she slapped away, her hand burning hot and dangerous like a pair of tongs. Walking onto the sofa, Dongzi followed and said, "Sister Qian, do you know what's the most alluring part of your body?"

Sun Qian looked up and asked, "Where?"

"It's from the buttocks up. I've been watching for a while now. When you sit down, you're like a violin."

Sun Qian's face lit up with a bright smile after he flattered her. "Hey Dongzi, what tricks did you use on Bai Jie last night? Let me tell you, she's a respectable young woman."

"Sister Qian, nothing can be hidden from you. Just a little Spanish fly, and she was so happy." Dongzi sat down next to her on the armrest of the sofa. Seeing Sun Qian's back, which really did resemble a violin, he felt a little itchy and couldn't resist reaching out his hand. But he hesitated and only poked her spine with his finger, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Let me tell you, Bai Jie is my sister. You have to treat her well," Sun Qian said formally.

Dongzi quickly agreed, "That's right, that's right, but Sister Qian, that Sister Bai is really something else. When she takes off her clothes, her figure, her skin, it's irresistible. Especially her breasts, so soft and supple, nothing to say."

"What nonsense are you spouting now?" Xiaogang came out, naked except for a large bath towel, a small towel in his hand rubbing his wet hair.

Dongzi quickly moved to the other end of the sofa from the armrest.

"Dongzi, we should go." Xiaogang called to him, and Dongzi swallowed his drooling as he looked at Sun Qian lying on the sofa.

Near the end of the afternoon, Sun Qian called Bai Jie's house. Wang Shen answered, saying Bai Jie hadn't come home yet. He

asked Sun Qian what was wrong. Sun Qian politely asked if he had won at cards last night, and that he should treat her. Wang Shen seemed reluctant to leave, as if he had a lot to say, but Sun Qian was too lazy to pay attention and hung up.

Back home, she felt so lonely. Her husband, Jiaming, wouldn't be back until the weekend. Her godfather, Zhang Qingshan, had gone to the south these days, and Zhao Zhen was engrossed in mahjong again. So she called Bai Jie's house again. "Little sister, why didn't you ask your sister to go out?" Luckily, Bai Jie was already home. Sun Qian reclined on the bed and asked on the phone.

"No way, I can't stand that place, it's too noisy," Bai Jie said sweetly.

"Dongzi misses you. Come over tonight, or come to my house. Did you have a good time last night?"

Sun Qian said with a smile. Actually, she was thinking of Xiao Gang at that moment. Just thinking about his young, muscular body made Sun Qian feel a surge of heat, and her thighs involuntarily tightened.

"Don't talk nonsense, let him think what he wants, what does it have to do with me?" Bai Jie said seemingly indifferently, but Sun Qian could tell it was just a pretense.

Sun Qian said, "Alright, sister, aren't you having a good time?"

"We'll talk about it later, I'll call you again when I get back." Bai Jie suddenly panicked, presumably because her husband Wang Shen was beside her, and hurriedly hung up the phone.

Sun Qian had never felt so lonely, just as she was feeling incredibly bored. Jia Ming returned home, bringing Xiao Bei and his wife with him.

As soon as Xiao Bei entered, he exclaimed, "Sister, we've come to see you." Since they became godparents, Sun Qian and he had completely forgiven each other, and Xiao Bei always called Sun Qian "sister," a sweet and affectionate expression.

At Zhang Qingshan's behest, everyone in the family gave Sun Qian a gift upon meeting her. Even Xiao Yan took off her platinum necklace and gave it to Sun Qian. Xiao Bei, however, gave Sun Qian a gold card instead. Later, Sun Qian secretly checked the bank account and found a full 100,000 yuan in it. This generous gift made Sun Qian appreciate his generosity, and at the same time, she began to see the young master of the Zhang family in a different light. Jiaming,

carrying only a small bag, complained to Sun Qian as he entered the bedroom about how messy the room was, like the aftermath of a retreating army. Stockings, lipsticks, perfumes, lotions, bras, and underwear were scattered everywhere, making him hesitate. It took him a lot of effort to sort them and put them where he thought they should be.

Sun Qian was making tea for Xiao Bei and his wife in the living room, her eyes constantly glancing towards the bedroom. Jia Ming's sudden return had caught her completely off guard

. She suspected there must be traces of her encounter with Xiao Gang on the sheets from the previous night; at the very least, the white stains of semen were still visible, whether hers or the man's. "You two can do as you please, I need to help my husband take a bath," Sun Qian said, her face still beaming with a warm smile despite her anxious state. Xiao Bei said to his wife, "See? That's a wife. Look at her manners."

From the bedroom, Sun Qian playfully scolded Jia Ming, "Bringing someone home without a word. Look at her, she's not even wearing underwear, people are laughing at her."

Sun Qian's words aroused Jia Ming's desire. He put down what he was doing, pulled Sun Qian close, and said hastily, "Let me see," as he lifted her robe.

Sun Qian nestled in his arms, feigning weakness and letting him do as he pleased. His lips slowly rose, searching for another warm, moist pair.

"No, the smell of smoke is too strong, let's take a shower." Sun Qian pushed away the face that was about to touch hers.

Jiaming had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll take a shower." He obediently went into the bathroom. Sun Qian hurriedly changed the sheets, then let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the bathroom door frame.

"Xiao Bei and his wife are going to the city, so I came with them. Anyway, I don't have class tomorrow," Jiaming said while rinsing his hair. After washing his hair, he realized that Sun Qian was gone.

Sun Qian was chatting and laughing with Xiao Bei in the living room, seemingly talking about something interesting. Sun Qian was sitting improperly on the single sofa, one leg hooked around the armrest, her high-heeled gold slippers dangling from her toes, as if they could fall off at any moment. Her constant giggling echoed without regard for others.

Listening to Sun Qian speak, Xiao Bei was captivated by her expressive face and her earnest gestures with her delicate hands. He couldn't sit still, a strange, burning desire stirring within him. It was as if this woman wasn't speaking with her mouth, but with her full breasts, her beautiful thighs, or even her private parts.

Xiao Bei's wife, Feng Zhi, was someone Sun Qian had only met once and wasn't very familiar with. She had short, straight hair, a plump, fair face, and wore a pure white Western-style dress with a tight-fitting short skirt.

In Sun Qian's eyes, this young woman was like a wildflower in a field, her full body radiating healthy vitality. Her features were indeed beautiful, but her expression was always melancholy, as if she were preoccupied with something. She seemed subtly displeased with Sun Qian's flirtatious attire and behavior at home, and would occasionally glance at her husband with wary eyes.

Jiaming came out at this moment and asked if they wanted to eat out or at home. Xiaobei, whose eyes were fixed on Sun Qian's lively expression, casually replied, "Keep it simple, let's eat here." Jiaming then changed his clothes and went out.

After dinner, Xiaobei took them on a shopping spree. His purpose, of course, was for Sun Qian; he was too embarrassed to use the excuse of giving his wife a makeover. Naturally, they spent most of their time in clothing stores and department stores. Xiaobei was very meticulous; if Sun Qian showed even a hint of interest in any item, he would buy it without hesitation, spending lavishly without batting an eye.

At the jewelry counter, Sun Qian took a fancy to a diamond necklace, especially the ruby pendant, which was as big as a fingernail, crystal clear. Sun Qian asked the saleswoman to bring it over and held it up to her chest, her excitement evident on her face, though it was quite expensive.

Sun Qian walked away reluctantly, but couldn't find Jiaming and the others, and went straight to the clothing department. The designer clothes hanging high and low, row upon row, quickly engulfed Sun Qian. She picked up a dress, thought it was nice and suited her well, and the sales assistant next to her encouraged her to try it on. She took it into the fitting room.

Before she could close the door, Xiao Bei slipped in, opened a velvet box, and thrust it in front of Sun Qian's face. Sun Qian's eyes lit up; it was the necklace she had just seen. She asked breathlessly, "Is it for me?"

"Of course, but I'll put it on for you," Xiao Bei said. Sun

Qian was overjoyed, her eyes sparkling. She leaned forward, giving him a flirtatious glance. Xiao Bei leaned in and put the necklace on her, then seized the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek. Sun Qian didn't flinch, pretending not to notice, and continued to play with the sparkling gemstone.

While trying on clothes, Sun Qian made him stand aside empty-handed, taking off her clothes without any shame. She peeled herself like a banana, meticulously and artistically, slowly revealing herself half-naked. The three remaining feminine accessories accentuated the exquisite beauty of her sculpted body.

Xiao Bei had long harbored feelings for this woman, and there was an unpleasant past between them, even though he had kissed her and raped her. But seeing her now, witnessing such a beauty emerging from the clouds, revealing herself so lavishly, was a first for Xiao Bei.

Her skin was whiter than other women's, and under the fitting room lights, it was as smooth as silk. Her breasts were like two giant lemons cut in half, firm and beautiful. The floral bra was too small, seemingly only covering the nipples, leaving most of the snow-white base of her breasts exposed, trembling and poised as if they would break free at the slightest effort.

Her legs were long and shapely, and along with the rest of her body, they exuded a subtle fragrance. He simply couldn't describe the fragrance; it was like orchids and musk, intoxicating and making him dizzy, his mind racing, almost unable to control himself.

She seemed oblivious to his absent-mindedness, gently twisting her long neck and smiling at his dazed and flustered state; she could see right through him at that moment. She wasn't in a hurry to put on her clothes, but continued to let her body be fully exposed.

Xiao Bei, already burning with desire from her teasing, embraced Sun Qian tightly from behind, his groin pressing against her buttocks. Through his trousers, he felt as if his penis was sinking into soft jade, and then a surge of warm, surging energy flowed from his lower abdomen, gushing out in a burst. Sun Qian knew what was happening and couldn't help but close her eyes, letting out a long moan.

She turned around, cupped his face, and kissed him tenderly. As his fingers had the privilege of traversing the woman's entire body, he felt as if each of his fingers was a toe wearing figure skating blades, while her skin was like a freshly watered ice rink, slippery and treacherous to walk on.

The Sun Qian of today is different from the one from the mountains. Having met Xiao Bei, she's ruthless and doesn't care about his wallet. So, she rummaged through his belongings, from long sleeves to short jackets, and gathered as much household items and food as possible, regardless of their origin. She packed Xiao Bei's car to the brim, making it feel cramped for four people. With each sway of the car, the sharp, pointed gemstone seemed to press against her heart like a red fingernail, tickling her and making her laugh.

Back home, Sun Qian impatiently pushed Jia Ming out of the bedroom, pulled Feng Zhi inside, and immediately took off her coat. It was a three-piece suit: a blue and white floral skirt, a thin, light, soft T-shirt-sleeved top, and a dark blue linen vest, collarless and buttonless, of excellent quality and style.

Fengzhi took off her clothes to try them on, and Sun Qian helped her put them on while saying, "Girl, those two lumps on your chest are really eye-catching for men."

Fengzhi said, "But the men at home are blind; I haven't touched them in a long time." After putting them on, she looked at herself in the mirror and exclaimed, "No, no, too many frills; they don't suit me."

Sun Qian said to her, "This is a designer brand; that's what it's all about. You're tall; they'll look flowing and elegant in them."

As Sun Qian spoke, she put on another gray long dress with a small strip of fabric crisscrossing on the back. Sun Qian twisted in front of the mirror, admiring the decoration at the waist. Her buttocks were slightly raised, highlighting her slender waist, and the crisscrossing fabric strips looked beautifully fitted.

Fengzhi exclaimed repeatedly, "It looks really good, but the back is showing too much."

"It's nothing, there's nothing growing on my back," Sun Qian said with a smile. Fengzhi pinched her inner thigh, making Sun Qian jump on tiptoe in pain. The two women were quite interested in the clothes, and the distance between them quickly closed.

"Sister Qian always dresses so well, from the inside out, even her underwear is so bright," Fengzhi said sincerely.

“Women only have one private part, of course they should dress well,” Sun Qian continued. “Look at you, your clothes are all flashy on the outside, but once you take them off, your bra is all wrinkled and your pants are tattered.”

Feng Zhi squinted at herself in the mirror, then burst out laughing, saying, “That’s women for you. After a few years, when you have children, you’ll be worrying about them again.”

“Women are so pitiful, always doing things for others. They dress up nicely just to impress men. Haven’t you heard that if there were no women, men wouldn’t fix toilets?

If there were no men, women wouldn’t think about getting beauty treatments?” The two women inside were chatting animatedly, while the two men outside were silently drinking and watching TV. Fortunately, there was a crack in the bedroom, and Xiao Bei could vaguely see some things, so she didn’t bother to talk to Jia Ming.

Jia Ming, however, was anxiously waiting for Sun Qian to finish. The desire he had been suppressing for a week was now swirling within him, burning him with a tingling, unpleasant sensation. Seeing Fengzhi just come out of the bedroom, he eagerly went in. He saw Sun Qian still admiring her new clothes, so he grabbed her and forced himself on her.

Sun Qian cried out, "The door, the door, is it closed?" Then she lay down on the bed and spread her legs.

Jiaming had just closed the door and was taking off his clothes as he walked. He was almost naked when he climbed onto the bed. Without any foreplay, he roughly and abruptly thrust himself inside.

Jiaming felt a slight stiffness upon entry. He knew Sun Qian wouldn't tolerate a few thrusts. Sure enough, with a few sudden bursts of effort, Sun Qian's vagina was already glistening with lustful fluid. His glans, like a thirsty animal, swelled up dramatically after being soaked in the fluid. A torrential downpour sent Sun Qian soaring to the heavens. Her face was radiant with pleasure, her eyes gleaming, and she moaned softly, thoroughly enjoying herself.

In another room, on the bed, Xiao Bei also mistook his wife for Sun Qian, relentlessly pounding and thrusting into her with ferocious rage. Fengzhi was overjoyed by Xiaobei's almost frenzied and brutal behavior, so she spread her body out wantonly, closed her eyes, and let Xiaobei do as he pleased. When she came to her senses from the afterglow of pleasure, she looked up at him timidly and asked, "What's wrong with me today?"

Xiaobei just casually replied, "Maybe it's a new place."

In fact, Xiaobei was just being perfunctory. He wrapped his arms around her waist again, propped himself up on his knees, and lifted Fengzhi's waist and hips. In an instant, Fengzhi was driven to the brink of ecstasy by his vigorous thrusting. She closed her eyes and gasped, "I really want this to happen often."

Xiaobei didn't answer her, but grabbed her thighs and shook them violently.

At first, Fengzhi said it hurt a little, but then she started saying some vulgar things that women shouldn't say. These words only fueled Xiaobei's interest. She used all her charms to please him, letting out cries of pleasure and sinking into a deathly intoxication.

After a while, Fengzhi slightly opened her eyes, her gaze slanted, and foam came out of her mouth. Her whole body convulsed violently, and her consciousness became blurred. Xiao Bei released his energy into her and withdrew his body. He lay on his back, closed his eyes, and waited for the energy to gather again.

"Okay, whatever you want, my good daughter. As long as you like it, I'll do whatever you want." He said, his hand moving to play with Sun Qian's lower body. Sun Qian laughed wantonly, "What kind of father treats his daughter like this?" "

Who told my daughter to be so alluring?" he said, pressing down on Sun Qian. He felt only a wave of heat, a surge of passion, an indescribable excitement.

She moaned, "How am I alluring? What are you saying?" She became wild, repeatedly calling him bad. Sun Qian further fueled the flames, making their passion surge even more intensely.

Zhang Qingshan didn't leave until the next morning. That night, he fell asleep holding Sun Qian's breasts tightly. In his eyes, they were truly perfect breasts, full but not fat, firm but elastic, like two cute little birds that would fly away in the darkness if he didn't hold them tightly. Sun Qian felt that he sometimes used too much force, almost making her cry out in pain, but she bit her lip to keep quiet, feeling a faint, indescribable sweetness in her heart.

When he left, he took all his belongings, leaving all his cash and his cell phone with Sun Qian. Seeing his tired face, Sun Qian felt a pang of guilt; last night had been too passionate, she could never get enough of him. Just now, after breakfast, they had made love again on the sofa in the living room. He no longer had that vigorous, powerful strength, but his passion remained unchanged. Unfortunately, the last thing he gave Sun Qian was only a pitifully small amount. So much so that when he patted her bottom and said he was leaving, Sun Qian really wanted to hug him tightly one last time. The damn driver downstairs kept honking his horn like it was going to kill her, so Sun Qian could only say goodbye to him reluctantly.

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