【Siam Romance】(Complete Extra Chapter) Author: Mr. Xiong

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Author: Mr. Xiong
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☆, Chapter 1

The plane skimmed the horizon and landed at Bangkok's Don Mueang International Airport.

"Wow, Yanni, we're finally in Thailand!" Song Yanni's friend Jin Yue exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes~ we're here. Calm down, didn't you see people pointing and whispering about us?" Song Yanni
said helplessly. Her friend was acting crazy, not like a mother of an eight-year-old at all.

"Let them watch. Just thinking that I don't have to take care of the child every day or do housework makes me happy.
It's so good.

" "Isn't having a child good?" Song Yanni didn't understand. Isn't a child a bond that connects a couple?
Her friend Jin Yue was simply ungrateful, while she herself had wanted a child but had been unable to have one.

"Sigh, you don't know, I never want to get up in the middle of the night to feed the baby and change diapers again. It
's a nightmare. But watching him grow up is indeed a very touching process." "

..." Song Yanni was speechless.

Knowing her friend was probably thinking about the child again, Jin Yue quickly said, "Okay,
let's not worry about those unhappy things. Let's relax in Thailand these next few days. Come on, let's
go back to the hotel to drop off our luggage before we go sightseeing."

With that, she took Song Yanni's hand and got into a taxi, then transferred to a small boat to reach the hotel. After

about half an hour's journey, they arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel Bangkok. After checking in at the lobby, they
took their room keys and let the hotel staff bring their luggage to their room.

"Welcome to Bangkok, have a great time," a hotel staff member said in fluent Chinese.

"Thank you," Song Yanni said, leaving a tip.

The staff member took the tip and left, and Song Yanni closed the door.

"Yanni, look!" As soon as she closed the door, she saw Jin Yue exclaiming in amazement by the window.

"What's wrong?" Song Yanni went closer to the window; it was beautiful.

"So beautiful!" It turned out that the Shangri-La Hotel Bangkok was a tropical-style palace built on the Chao Phraya River.
The sun was setting, casting a soft orange glow on the shimmering Chao Phraya River. Watching the small boats come and go,
one could tell the Thais really knew how to enjoy life.

"Yes, it's so beautiful." She wished she could live here forever, without any worries.

The two watched the Chao Phraya River at sunset from the window for a while, then Jin Yue, unable to sit still, suggested they
go .

"Where should we go?" Song Yanni was still clearly captivated by the tranquil river.

"Let's go to a spa! Thai massage is so famous. After such a long flight, let's relax. Come on,
let's go!" She grabbed her backpack and pulled Song Yanni out.

"Hey, wait a minute, let me grab my bag!" She hurriedly grabbed her handbag, only to be pulled away by her friend.

In the taxi, Jin Yue chattered on and on, introducing the place to Song Yanni. Having been to Thailand before,
Jin Yue naturally became their tour guide.

"We're here! Come on, this Thai massage place is amazing!" After paying the fare and giving a tip,

Song Yanni looked at the huge billboard. "Mysterious," she thought, "the name of this place is so strange."

Before Song Yanni could even take a few more glances, Jin Yue pulled her inside.

The shop was decorated in a rich traditional Thai style, and the staff all wore beautiful long skirts.

"Welcome to Mye," a sweet-smiling Thai beauty said.

"Um, I'd like an aromatherapy massage, Yanni, what about you?" Jin Yue made her choice with practiced ease, as it wasn't her first
time .

"Oh, the same goes for me," she replied, having never been before.

"Please wait a moment,"

a waiter led the two to separate cubicles, each decorated in a distinctly Thai style, with soothing aromatherapy candles burning
by the bedside .

"Please change into this," the waiter said, handing a towel to the woman before leaving.

Taking the towel, Song Yanni blushed; she was actually being asked to wear this! She took off her clothes, wrapped herself in the towel, and lay face down on
the massage bed, inhaling the pleasant aromatherapy, and closed her eyes contentedly.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a muscular man, shirtless, walked in.

☆, Chapter Two

The sound of the door opening startled Song Yanni, who was resting with her eyes closed. Seeing that it was a man who entered,
shirtless, and despite his impressive physique, Song Yanni, realizing she was only wearing a bathrobe,
quickly grabbed a nearby towel to wrap herself up, adopting a defensive stance.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Miss, I'm a masseur here, my name is Vincent," the man introduced himself politely,
looking at the woman with amusement.

"You, you're a man?" Was he going to give her a massage?

"Miss, I know I'm a man." Did she look anything but manly?

"I, I mean, you give me…" a massage.

"Miss, you don't know that this place's specialty is that all the masseuses are men?" A new customer?

"I, I…" This Jin Yue, she was furious.

"Miss, my technique is very good," he said, taking a few steps forward.

"Stop…stop!" Song Yanni cried out, trying to stop him.

The man didn't speak, only raising an eyebrow at the woman.

"I, I don't want to be massaged anymore." How could she let a strange man touch her body?

"Miss, if you cancel my appointment, my boss will punish me." The handsome, sunny man suddenly became
pitiful. He was very interested in this woman who was clearly a little white rabbit but was pretending to be a wildcat,
so he didn't mind playing the victim.

"You, how old are you?" The man in front of her didn't seem very old.

"I'm eighteen years old this year." This was true, no lying.

"Ah? Only eighteen years old? Don't you have to go to school?" Song Yanni was shocked.

"Oh, no." Because school was on holiday.

"How pitiful, are you working?"

"Um, yes." Working for myself counts.

"Well, how about this, I don't need you to massage me, how about we chat? That way you won't get
punished by your boss."

"Okay." Perfect.

After talking, Song Yanni learned that Vincent was of Thai-Chinese descent, and his Chinese name was Liang Haochen.
His father was Thai, his mother was Chinese, his parents lived in Chiang Mai, and he worked in Bangkok. Liang Haochen
also learned from his conversation with the woman that her name was Song Yanni, that she was thirty-six years old, and a married woman.
Somewhat surprised, her skin was still so good at thirty-six, she didn't look it at all. However, Liang Haochen was also a little disappointed; it turned out she had a husband, so he had no chance. But the sharp-eyed Liang Haochen noticed that the woman's expression was somber
when they talked about her husband. It seemed that her married life wasn't happy. So, did he still have a chance?! Liang Haochen decided to take the initiative. He pressed his advantage and said to the woman, "How about this? It's fate that we met . I'll be your free tour guide and take you sightseeing. There are many great places to visit in Bangkok." "Huh? You don't need to work?" At this moment, Song Yanni didn't consider that he was a strange man from a foreign country. Instead, she completely regarded him as a hardworking student. "Is it fake? Wait for me!" she said, and ran out in a flash. Song Yanni shook her head with a slight chuckle, picked up her clothes, and started dressing. She had just finished was about to put on her bra when Liang Haochen swaggered in. "You can leave now," he said, then froze upon seeing the woman covering her breasts with her hands. "Her breasts are huge," Liang Haochen thought. "Why didn't you knock?" Song Yanni exclaimed angrily. "I... I didn't know you were getting dressed," Liang Haochen said, sounding a little aggrieved. Seeing the wronged young man, Song Yanni knew she was partly responsible, so she apologized, "I'm sorry, I was too loud." "It's okay, I was wrong too. I should have knocked." Luckily, she hadn't knocked, or she wouldn't have seen that beautiful sight. Thinking about the woman's hands covering her breasts, her slender arms barely concealing her erect nipples , the beautiful shadows, the alluring cleavage—it was all so suggestive. Ugh, she couldn't think about it anymore; she was about to get a nosebleed. "Then, you, turn around, I need to get dressed." Ugh, why are you staring at my chest? "Oh, okay." She turned around blankly. After a rustling sound, "Let's go." Liang Haochen turned around and saw the woman dressed, clicking his tongue with a hint of regret. "Okay." Song Yanni left a message for Jin Yue at the counter saying she was leaving first, and then went for a night out in Bangkok with the man. ☆ Chapter 3 That night, the two strolled through Bangkok's famous Asok night market, eating many famous traditional Bangkok snacks and admiring the handmade trinkets by skilled Bangkok artisans. They wandered from one end of Asok to the other. When it was time to go back, Song Yanni was somewhat reluctant. Finally, seeing that it was getting late , Song Yanni reluctantly let the man take her back to the hotel. At the hotel entrance, the two agreed to visit the highly efficacious Four-Faced Buddha the next day , watching Liang Haochen wave goodbye as he left. Recalling her night out with that sunny young man, Song Yanni felt a little excited, and thinking about their date tomorrow, she felt a little expectant as she entered the elevator. Back in her room, she saw her friend looking at her with a resentful expression. "Yanni, how could you leave me behind to go out alone?" A woman in her thirties lay on the bed , pouting and complaining. "Why didn't you tell me that the special feature of Misex is that all the masseuses are men?" Thinking of that boy, Song Yanni blushed. "Hehe, I'll give you a surprise." Handsome men, muscular men, she couldn't tell the difference. "..." Was it a shock? "By the way, where should we go tomorrow?" Jin Yue lay on the bed, flipping through the map in her hand. "Tomorrow we're going to worship the Four-Faced Buddha." Going with Liang Haochen, she was actually quite looking forward to it. "Huh? Okay." Actually, she preferred shopping at Naraya. "I'm going to take a shower." She'd been out shopping with the man for so long and was sweating a lot. "Oh." Leaving Jin Yue alone, rolling around on the bed. *Ring ring ring* "Hello? What? I'm coming back right away!" After hanging up, Jin Yue hurriedly . Song Yanni, who had just finished showering, saw her friend dressed and packing her luggage. "What's wrong?" Song Yanni asked anxiously. "Fanfan is sick, I have to go back right away. Yanni, are you coming back with me?" She quickly packed her luggage. "I... I want to stay a few more days." She was reluctant to leave Bangkok, and also, somewhat reluctant to leave that big boy. "Ah, okay, then hire a tour guide and have him show you around. I'm so sorry, I have to go first." Jin Yue felt a little apologetic; she was the one who encouraged Yanni to come on vacation with her, but now she was the one leaving . "Jin Yue, what are you saying? Go on, I'm fine." Hire a tour guide? She already had a free tour guide . "Okay, then, I'm leaving. Be careful." She held her friend's hand, giving her a worried reminder. "Okay, I'm almost forty, not a child anymore. Stop nagging, let's go." She smiled . After saying goodbye, Jin Yue returned to China first. The next morning, Song Yanni changed her clothes and had breakfast. As soon as she arrived at the hotel lobby, she saw Liang Haochen, dressed in a white t-shirt, shorts, and white sneakers, leaning lazily against a marble pillar, radiant in the sunlight. "Good morning~" He missed this woman he'd only met a few times in just one night. "Good morning~" She returned a bright smile without hesitation. "Let's go." "Okay." The two walked together in the morning light, their silhouettes serene and beautiful. ☆ Chapter Four : Arriving at the Four-Faced Buddha, Song Yanni prayed devoutly, closing her eyes to make a wish. Liang Haochen also closed his eyes and made a wish. "What did you wish for?" Liang Haochen asked the woman. "I won't tell you." Did she expect her to tell him she was asking for a child? "Stingy," he pouted childishly. Song Yanni found it amusing and asked, "So what did you wish for?" "I won't tell you." Actually, he really wanted to tell the woman what he wished for—that he wanted to be with her forever . "Then you're stingy too," Song Yanni replied with a touch of arrogance. Being around men, under Liang Haochen's guidance, seemed to have made her feel much younger. "Then let's not tell each other until the day our wish comes true, okay?" He was confident he could make his wish come true. "Okay." She just didn't know where he would be then. "Let's go, let's take a boat to the floating market." He casually took the woman's hand, looking at her with a smile.

Song Yanni looked at her hand being held, surprisingly not pulling away. She looked up at the tall
boy in the backlight, dazzling like the sun. The woman smiled slightly, instantly captivating.

Song Yanni sat on the boat, enjoying the leisurely ride through the bustling market. She heard the incomprehensible yet
beautiful sounds of a foreign language, and everywhere she looked was filled with a rich exotic atmosphere. At that moment, Song Yanni was filled with
envy for the locals' love of life and enjoyment of it all. She wanted to live there. "

You stand on the bridge admiring the scenery, while others admire you from their windows." Song Yanni was unaware that she herself had become
part of this scenery, her graceful figure reflected in Liang Haochen's heart.

Liang Haochen didn't show much interest in the scenery he saw every day, but he looked at the woman
beside him , lost in the beauty of the view. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, touching the softest
part of his heart.

Song Yanni's seven-day vacation was almost over, with only one day left until tomorrow. These past few days, her boyfriend had taken her to the Sim
Lung Night Market, the romantic Moonbar, a boat trip to the floating market, and they had visited
the Erawan Shrine and made a wish… Thinking that tomorrow was the last day of her vacation, Song Yanni felt a pang of reluctance. She didn't
know if she was reluctant to leave the enchanting city of Bangkok or the handsome, sunny young man.

"Where are we going today?" Only one day left.

"We'll fly to Phuket. How can we come to Thailand and not go there?" He knew she
would be , and tomorrow would be their last meeting; he didn't know when they would see each other again. He smiled, not
revealing anything, and took her hand.

☆ Chapter Five

That day, the two boarded a plane. About an hour later, they arrived at the enchanting island of Phuket.

Wearing a pure white dress, Song Yanni, barefoot, and Liang Haochen, also barefoot and shirtless, displaying his muscular
physique chased and played like children on the beach, collecting seashells. She was held in his arms as they chased the waves,
laughing loudly.

As night fell, the two, tired from playing, strolled hand in hand on the fine sand. Neither spoke, they
simply walked.

For lovers, even without saying or doing anything, time still flies. Seeing that it
was already dark, and knowing she must be tired after all the fun they'd had that day, Liang Haochen
decided, however reluctant he was, to take her back to their hotel in Phuket.

"Would you like to come in and sit for a while?" Song Yanni said. She didn't know what she was doing, but she felt a strange sense
of anticipation.

"...Okay,"

Song Yanni handed the man a glass of red wine. Neither of them spoke, they simply sat quietly on the sofa,
heads bowed , sipping their wine. Unconsciously, she looked up and saw that the other person was also looking at her affectionately. Slowly,
their bodies drew closer and closer, their cheeks approaching, so close that they could even feel each other's hot breath
on their cheeks.

She didn't know whose lips pressed against whose, but they were locked in a passionate kiss on the sofa.

Liang Haochen lifted the woman in his arms and gently placed her on the bed. His kisses landed on her forehead, cheeks,
lips, and neck, leaving a trail of wet, slippery kiss marks.

"Mmm~" she murmured, tilting her head back, accepting the man's love.

"Is it alright, Yan Ni?" Since he loved her, he should ask for her consent.

Song Yan Ni didn't speak, but simply pulled the man's head down and returned his kiss.

Delighted by the woman's initiative, Liang Haochen knew that she loved him too.

Knowing this all too well, Liang Haochen was already consumed by lust, transforming into a beast. He forcefully tore
open the woman's long dress, kissing her lips while his large hands caressed her full breasts.

"Ah..."

Liang Haochen roamed freely between the woman's lips and teeth, greedily and domineeringly entwining his tongue with hers,
sucking on each other and exchanging saliva.

His restless hands kneaded her full breasts, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, arbitrarily shaping them into various suggestive
forms .

"Mmm...uh..." Her weak hands climbed onto the man's strong arms.

Liang Haochen finally released the woman's swollen lips, licking her delicate white neck, leaving a
trail of red marks.

"Ah...Liang, Haochen," she writhed restlessly.

"Good girl, call me Chen, baby," he stroked her flushed face.

"Mmm, Chen, Chen, I'm so hot." She unconsciously twisted her body, her hands naturally climbing onto the man's
neck.

"Baby, be good, you won't be hot in a bit."

☆, Chapter Six (Caution!)

Unhooking the woman's bra, Song Yanni's tender, full breasts broke free, displayed freely before
the man's eyes. Although Song Yanni was nearly forty, she was well-maintained, her full breasts still as pink and tender as a
young . Looking at the beautiful sight before him, Liang Haochen uncontrollably kneaded the cherries blooming on her snow-white breasts.

"Ah..."

"Baby, your nipples are so beautiful, the tips are so perky and pink, like cherries." His mischievous hand rubbed
the sensitive nipples.

"Mmm, Chen, I want it."

"Baby, what do you want, hmm?" He pulled at the already hard, engorged nipples that had been played with.

"Ah, yes, Chen, suck it." So embarrassing.

"What do you want me to suck on?" His nimble tongue playfully circled around her snowy breasts, teasing the rosy areolas
while leaving the erect nipples isolated.

"Mmm, suck, suck on my nipples, ah, so swollen."

"Swelling? Could it be engorgement? Then I'll suck on them properly." He lightly licked the pitiful nipple,
then forcefully sucked on the tempting cherry, his pearly teeth gently biting and pulling.

"Ah ah ah!" She pressed the man's head against her honeyed breasts, thrusting her chest forward, wanting more.

"Hmm, there's no milk, baby lied to me." Liang Haochen punished her by lightly biting her nipple.

"Ah...no, no."

"How can there be no milk? Baby said it was engorged, that's why I let you suck on it."

Song Yanni blushed and stammered, "I, no, no milk." "Why not? I want to drink." He continued to suck forcefully, as if he really wanted to suck milk

from the woman's nipple . "Ah, only, only when you're pregnant, um, will you have milk." How could I possibly have any? "Is that so? Then it would be great if the baby got pregnant with my child." Killing two birds with one stone.

"No, no, ah, there, don't!" She had already betrayed her husband, how could she have a child with
someone else ?

"Why?" His tongue licked and poked at the woman's navel.

"Ah, I, I have a husband."

"Your husband is me, quick, call me husband." He moved to the woman's lower body, licking
her , sliding his lips and tongue from top to bottom. Soon, he saw the fabric was wet.

"Ah..."

"My baby, you're wet."

"Ah...no, no, um..." How embarrassing, she had gotten wet from a young boy's teasing.

"Hehe." Liang Haochen stopped talking, his large hand firmly sliding into the woman's valley between her legs,
rapidly .

"Um...Chen..." She couldn't help but call the boy's name from her cherry lips.

The fabric was torn off by the boy, falling sadly onto the carpet. He spread the woman's legs, which she shyly tried to close
, and looked directly at the "beautiful sight" before him: the lush grass, wet with bodily fluids, obediently covering her
vulva, shy and timid.

"Ah, no, don't look!" she cried, trying to close her legs again and again, but the boy stopped her.

Liang Haochen inserted his cool, long fingers into the woman's wet body, moving them back and forth, while kissing her
earlobe: "Baby, you're so tight." It was rare to see her vagina still so tight.

"Chen, no, give it to me, I want it." Just his fingers were enough to make her pant so heavily, her body
becoming unusually sensitive, the flames of desire burning wildly within her, her reason about to be consumed.

Her tempting legs clamped around the boy's waist, tightly contracting her vulva, gripping his
fingers.

"Baby can't wait, can you? Come on, open your legs wider." He suddenly withdrew his fingers, which were soaked in her fluids, and
his huge, swollen desire pressed against the woman's vulva, triumphant and ready to strike.

Chapter 7 (Caution!)

"No...ah...too fast...ahhh!" Song Yanni lay naked on the bed, legs wide open, letting the man
thrust into her body like a pile driver. Her powerless hands pressed against the boy's
chest, she moaned softly.

The gaze shifted to their intimate union, the thick, purplish-red member moving in and out, bringing forth streams of
white semen mixed with her vaginal fluids, soaking the sheets beneath them into a muddy mess.

"Baby, you like it," Liang Haochen's large hands cupped the woman's breasts, his thumb wickedly kneading
the swollen red nipples. Massaging her full breasts, his lower body thrust rapidly and intensely,
reveling in the possession of his beloved woman.

"Mmm...Haochen...ah," she clung to the boy's strong arms for balance, like a floating duckweed.

"Good girl, baby, call me husband, come on, call me husband." Liang Haochen leaned down, one hand holding the woman's
lower abdomen and pressing it against his desire, the other hand gently kneading and twisting the left perky little 'cherry,' while he lowered his head
to suckle fiercely at the other nipple that craved comfort.

"Ah... Haochen... um, husband..." She tried her best to meet the boy's rhythm, her delicate hands holding the boy's head
against her chest, her breasts thrusting out, tender and loving as if nursing her own child.

"You're such a good wife, do you like it when your husband does this, hmm?" He placed the woman's legs on his shoulders,
his strong hands spreading her legs apart, his rough member grinding slowly into the depths of her delicate flower,
thrusting deeply and forcefully.

"Ugh... I like it, ah... so amazing." She was now lost in the boy's dazzling and brutal
thrusting .

"Do you like it better if you thrust harder, husband?" The whirlwind-like thrusts made Song Yanni
gasp , her delicate body tossing up and down with each impact, her snow-white breasts and ink-black hair swaying in
a beautiful display.

"Ah...no...too...faster."

"Too fast? My wife doesn't like it? Then husband will go slower—" He smiled slyly, stopping the vigorous
thrusts and slowly grinding his thick member against her sensitive inner walls.

"Mmm...no...harder, please," Song Yanni pleaded, her face flushed, clutching the boy's arm.

"My wife's demands are so high, sometimes fast, sometimes slow," Liang Haochen said, though he remained obedient
, thrusting forcefully, cruelly tormenting her tender flower, his lips and tongue caressing her bright red bud.

"Ah...ah..." A scalding liquid gushed from deep within her flower, the stimulation of the orgasm causing her flower
to tighten, involuntarily gripping the boy's desire.

"Mmm...you little rascal," he lightly patted the woman's buttocks as if punishing her, thankfully he had held back,
otherwise he would have surrendered to her tight little hole.

Looking at the woman kneeling beneath him, the pleasure of orgasm had turned her face a beautiful pink, and he kissed the corners of her mouth obsessively
. Until the woman began to respond consciously.

After the woman's orgasm subsided, Liang Haochen thrust in and out violently again, the intensity even
greater .

"Ah...I...ah..." The wet little hole seemed to have a mind of its own, tightly wrapping around the boy's penis,
the wriggling little mouth sucking.

"Yan Ni, Yan Ni..." Liang Haochen called the woman's name again and again, loving the woman's
swollen , the sharp blade freely moving in the flower valley where juices flew, Liang Haochen using primal male desire
to erode the woman's will.

"Ah...I...here..." She wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, her consciousness blurred as she searched for the boy's lips. Losing all reason,
Song Yanni acted entirely on instinct, indulging in
the whirlwind of physical pleasure brought to her by the handsome, sunny boy she had met in a foreign land.

☆, Chapter Eight (Caution!) End

The two were like wild beasts, engaging in their most primal instincts on the bed. The sheets piled up on the bed were
unrecognizable , covered with suspicious marks, all indicating the intensity of the battle.

But the two beside her didn't look away, indifferent, continuing to do what they loved.

Liang Haochen leaned against the headboard, the woman sitting on the boy's waist and abdomen, moving up and down,
self- . Liang Haochen's free hand would occasionally caress the woman's face, or knead her full breasts and
soft belly.

"Baby, my darling," his weapon moved closely with the woman's movements. Slender fingers
found the woman's wet valley, rubbing and flicking the already hard clitoris.

"Ah...Chen...Husband," she clung tightly to the boy, her flower-like opening gripping his penis even tighter.
The abundant fluids flowing from her opening made it easier for him to enter and exit. This riding position, which she had never tried before ,
brought double the pleasure.

"Mmm, baby, feed me," she pleaded, leaning against the headboard like a rogue.

"Mmm..." Trembling fingers carried the rosy nipple to the boy's mouth.

Liang Haochen eagerly took it in, his tongue teasing the swollen nipple as he sucked hard. He thrust upwards with force
, finally hearing the gasp from the woman's mouth.

"Ah..." Her breasts rippled from the impact, her hair swayed, and her flower-like opening involuntarily tightened.

"Oh..." The woman's tightly gripped penis released countless seeds deep into her womb.

"Ah...So hot," she trembled slightly, stimulated by the boy's hot semen. "

Mmm...Baby, you're so good," he kissed her lips encouragingly.

He abruptly sat up, laid the woman sideways in front of him, and lay behind her, pulling one of her legs
onto his own. He then forcefully penetrated her.

"Ah... um..."

Liang Haochen thrust upwards and swayed his hips violently, each thrust penetrating deep into the woman's most sensitive flesh,
his massive member like a wedge driven into her body.

While holding the woman's slender waist, Liang Haochen kneaded her soft, white breasts. His weapon
thrust rapidly and violently.

The woman, having already experienced countless orgasms, could only submit to the boy's repeated demands and
his whims .

"Oh... baby, your pussy is so tight, it's making me want to cum again." Liang Haochen never denied that he
was no longer a virgin. He had the ability, which stemmed from two aspects: his family's influence meant
many women would vie for his bed, and he himself possessed the ability to drive women wild. However,
no woman had ever satisfied him so much. Her tight, not-a-virgin vagina, though still sensitive,
gave him immense pleasure with every contraction. Every expression she made on the bed stirred his heart and made him itch.

Liang Haochen kissed the woman's neck, his large, hard penis thrusting fiercely in and out of her pubic area, slapping against her
buttocks . The pubic area churned, releasing her wet, lustful fluids. The intense thrusting caused foam to rise from her vaginal opening.

"Ah...Chen...I...don't want it anymore." The young man's stamina was truly amazing, but he was
utterly powerless .

"Baby, but your vagina is still honestly gripping me tightly. Don't believe me? Look," Liang Haochen continued
to grind and thrust.

Song Yanni seemed to have grown accustomed to obeying this younger boy, and she lowered her eyes to look at their
joined bodies. Watching the boy's thick, swollen penis repeatedly enter and exit her, her vagina uncontrollably enveloped
and swallowed it. She could even feel the shape of the boy's penis.

"Mmm..." Once again, his body was enveloped by the woman's passage. He thrust his hips forward, spraying all his love juice onto her
intimate area.

"Ah..."

That night, it seemed endless. Liang Haochen clung to the woman, making love again and again. Until both of them
were exhausted, they finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Song Yanni woke up in the man's arms. Just a slight movement of her body made her feel weak and tired, as if she had been run over
by .

Enduring the discomfort, she looked up at the boy who was holding her.

"Why are you frowning in your sleep?" Her gentle fingers smoothed away the boy's slightly furrowed brows. As if drawn by attraction,
she reluctantly traced the boy's features.

She carefully placed a kiss on the boy's lips. Goodbye, Liang Haochen.

She got up, carefully dressed, grabbed her luggage, and left without looking back.

Hearing the door open, the boy, who had just been asleep, opened his eyes. It turned out that he had already woken up before the woman did
. She lit a cigarette, rubbed her lips, and seemed lost in thought.

Sitting on the plane, Song Yanni felt a pang of regret. Why had she given him wine instead of tea last night? Perhaps she was just trying
to justify her madness. Thinking this, she felt relieved.

Two years later

, a man in jeans, a casual suit, and sunglasses stood in a bustling airport. Casually
removing his sunglasses, his handsome appearance drew several glances.

Ignoring the fact that he had become a spectacle in others' eyes, Liang Haochen stood at the airport, a smirk playing on his lips. He'd forgotten
how long it had been since he'd returned. This time, he was determined to find her and never let her escape him again.

☆, Extra Chapter 1: Meeting You Again

Upon disembarking, Liang Haochen went straight to his pre-booked hotel, intending to relax with a shower.

In the bathroom, the misty steam blurred the man's features, only revealing his voluptuous body exposed under the showerhead
. As the mist dissipated, Liang Haochen appeared, his muscular, tanned upper body bare, and his lower body wrapped
only in a white bath towel.

He casually tossed his still-wet hair, leaned back on the sofa, and sipped his red wine.

A moment later, the phone rang.

"Hmm, come up," came the emotionless reply. He finished speaking simply, grabbed a bathrobe, and put it on.

Less than a minute later, the man arrived as expected.

"Mr. Liang, hello. Here is the information you requested about Ms. Song Yanni," said a man in
his thirties wearing a baseball cap.

The man bowed respectfully and handed the information to Liang Haochen.

"Mr. Liang, Ms. Song divorced her husband a year ago and moved out of the villa in Y area. She
's raising her child alone and currently resides in the Happiness Garden Apartment in X area."

Liang Haochen glanced at the information the private investigator handed him, which contained
all the details , her current situation, and several photos. He picked up the photos one by one. In the photos, Song Yanni was either
smiling lovingly at her baby in the warm sunlight, chatting gently with neighbors, or carefully selecting vegetables at
the market .

Liang Haochen stroked the woman's face in the photos with a fascination, as if he were actually touching her features.
The woman's radiant smile in the photos was identical to their intimate moments together in Thailand. Liang Haochen raised an eyebrow. A child? Ha. Since I've decided to love you, then I'll accept

your child as well . Liang Haochen remained silent, simply focusing on the woman in the photos. The private investigator standing nearby was secretly sweating, thinking to himself, "This guy doesn't look very old, but he has a very strong presence."

"Okay, very good. I'll transfer the money to your account. You can leave now." The man didn't look up from the photo
, but instead raised his chin, indicating that the person could leave.

The private investigator, obeying the order, disappeared like the wind.

Looking at the woman's unchanged face in the file, Liang Haochen seemed unable to restrain himself any longer, wanting
only to rush to her, embrace her, kiss her, and possess her...

And he, Liang Haochen, kept his word, changed his clothes and left.

Meanwhile, Song Yanni, ever since returning from Thailand, had witnessed her marriage heading towards its end, beyond repair.
Finally , a year ago, she divorced her husband, ending this mundane marriage. She raised
her child alone. At first, she couldn't fully adapt to her new life. It was like going to the market to buy vegetables; looking
at the crowds shoulder to shoulder, the vendors' loud shouts, the woman, who had never seen such a scene before, was incredibly embarrassed
. She only roughly selected her items, paid, and hurriedly left.

For example, every evening Song Yanni would take her child downstairs for a walk, but faced with the enthusiasm of the older women, she was
powerless to resist and could only slink away like a defeated samurai.

Fortunately, she could now fully adapt to this new
life . She was even satisfied with this new life. Now she could freely haggle with vendors,
discuss parenting tips with the older women downstairs, and so on. These were things she had never experienced before, but now enjoyed.

Liang Haochen arrived at the woman's residence by car, but did not go upstairs. Instead , he looked around
. The area was not bustling, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

His gaze swept over the stone table and chairs, and he walked over, gently stroking them, imagining the woman sitting there
playing with her baby.

Lost in his imagination, Liang Haochen noticed that the woman had actually brought her child downstairs and was walking towards
him . He felt an unprecedented tension; his heart pounded wildly, and he hurriedly hid
behind . He didn't know why he hid at that moment.

Song Yanni didn't go into the pavilion but instead pushed her cart to the side. Liang Haochen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but
also felt a little regretful. He silently watched the woman's departing figure. For a long, long time...

☆, Extra Chapter 2: Liang Haochen's Pursuit of His Wife (Part 1)

Liang Haochen returned to the hotel, his mind filled with the woman's beautiful figure in the sunset, the image lingering in his mind for a long time.
Never mind, he decided to go find her, right now. With that, he pushed open the hotel room door like a whirlwind and headed towards
the woman's house . When

he arrived at the woman's building, he looked up at the lights on in her house, smiled slightly, and strode upstairs
.

Knock knock knock

"Coming, who is it?" The woman's usual soft voice came from the other end of the door. Hearing the approaching
footsteps, Liang Haochen felt a little excited.

The door opened, and Song Yanni was surprised to see the man standing before her.

"What, don't you recognize me? Aren't you going to invite me in?" Liang Haochen forced a composed expression,
his heart churning with turmoil.

Song Yanni slightly stepped aside, making way. "Come in," she said, then closed the door.

Liang Haochen looked around the woman's apartment. It wasn't large, filled with baby supplies, yet it exuded
a warm, homey atmosphere.

"Sit down," he said, handing her a cup of tea after she sat on the sofa, standing somewhat awkwardly to the side.

"What, you seem afraid of me?" This realization made Liang Haochen a little angry.
Hadn't they gotten along well in Thailand?!

Actually, she wasn't afraid of Liang Haochen, but rather found the man before her somewhat
unbelievable . Wasn't he in Thailand? How did he end up here? Didn't he have to go to school? How did he find her?
At this moment, Song Yanni had many questions she wanted to ask, but she could only stare blankly at the man before her,
unable to utter a single word.

Liang Haochen looked at the woman staring at him in a daze, sighed softly, stood up, and pulled
her into his arms.

"I missed you so much." Two years. He'd missed her for two whole years.

Held in his arms, her ears filled with his deep voice, Song Yanni shed tears, hugging
him back. How could she not miss him too?

Once they had calmed down, Liang Haochen pulled her to sit on the sofa, patting her gently. Song
Yanni rested her head on his broad shoulder, inhaling his unique scent.

"Baby, you were so cruel back then, leaving me behind," Liang Haochen thought, feeling wronged.

"I... I couldn't help it, it's just a one-night stand..."

"What? Baby, you actually called our union a one-night stand? You're hurting me so much!"
She then pretended to cry out in pain, clutching her heart.

"You're acting like a child," Song Yanni blushed slightly.

"I'm not a child anymore, I can get married and be a father!" He said, his large mouth capturing the woman's earlobe, sucking it
erotically .

"Ah... you, stop, stop! I... I still have questions to ask you... ah!" Although she also wanted some,
she still had so many questions to ask.

"Okay, I'll take some benefits first, then we'll feast later." With that, he pushed the woman down onto the sofa,
kissing her lips passionately, their wet tongues intertwining and caressing.

"Mmm... mmm..." Her soft, boneless arms wrapped around the man's strong arms, and she returned his kiss.

"Oh, baby, didn't you still have questions to ask? Be good, wait a minute, your husband will definitely fuck
you hard in a bit."

☆, Extra Chapter 2: Liang Haochen's Pursuit of His Wife (Part 2)

Song Yanni blushed. She clearly wanted to stop the man's impulse, but she didn't expect to be
aroused . Really, at this age, he's still so shameless.

As if knowing what the woman was thinking, Liang Haochen stroked the woman's hair. "Be good, baby, this is
normal . It means your husband is very 'powerful'." After saying that, he gave the woman a sly look.

"What husband?" Song Yanni murmured softly.

"Why not husband? You gave me your body, I want to marry you. Tell me, if I'm not your husband,
what ?"

"Wh...what?" She looked at the man in shock. She hadn't heard wrong, had she? He wanted to marry her?

"I said, I want to marry you. I want you to marry me, so that I can fuck you so hard you can't get out of bed every day
." The beginning was still a very affectionate confession. Later on, it turned into a hooligan-like tone.

"You..." This guy is really...

"Wife, will you accept your husband's proposal?" He said it casually, but he was actually incredibly nervous inside.

"You, you're not prepared at all, what kind of proposal is this?" Flowers, ring, nothing.
Even though was almost forty, she still longed for that girlish gesture.

"Oh~ So my wife thought I wasn't prepared. If I were prepared, would you say yes?"
He looked directly into the woman's eyes seriously.

"I, I, I'll say later." She didn't dare to look directly into the man's overly direct eyes and wanted to look away.

How could Liang Haochen let the woman escape again? He took out the ring he had prepared from his pocket and knelt down on one knee.

"I, Liang Haochen, formally propose to Song Yanni. Say yes, let me be by your side, take care of you, and love you
for the rest of my life.

" "I..." What should she do? How could she, an old and faded woman, be worthy of him?

"Hey, promise me! Don't you want to be fucked so hard by my big cock every day that you can't get out of bed, and
wake up in my arms every day?

My big cock can only be satisfied by your little cunt." His roguish nature resurfaced.

"..." This guy...

"I don't care, if you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes." He excitedly put the ring on the woman's hand, kissed
her, and looked up with a bright smile, just like the boy he had seen in Thailand, as radiant as the sun.

Encouraged by the man, Song Yanni trembled as she slipped the ring onto his hand.

"Oh, we're married. Now, we're going to consummate our marriage." Saying this, he picked the woman up and
prepared to devour her.

"Wait, wait a minute." The baby hasn't been fed yet.

"What is it now? Doesn't my wife care about me at all? I've endured this for two years!" She pouted and
complained .

"Sweetie, I need to feed the baby first." Really, she's still like a child, needing to be coaxed. But, she
likes it.

"Alright, alright, I'm magnanimous, but hehe, you'll have to feed me well later."

☆, Extra Chapter 3: I'm Your Dad

Liang Haochen watched as the woman skillfully prepared formula and adjusted the temperature.

"Wife, aren't you breastfeeding?" Isn't breast milk good for babies? "

The baby is already a year old, weaned him a long time ago, and my milk has dried up." Thinking about how she couldn't sleep at night due to engorgement after weaning the child,
it was really tough.

"Ah? Then I won't be able to drink my wife's milk again." She shook her head, feigning regret.

"You, really..." Song Yanni ignored the man and went to feed the baby with the bottle.

Seeing that the woman was ignoring him, Liang Haochen followed her into the nursery, watching her
lovingly hold the baby and breastfeed.

"Oh, baby, be good, drink slowly, be good," the woman
said .

Liang Haochen watched intently, completely mesmerized. No wonder they say a woman is most beautiful when she becomes a mother
.

Song Yanni finished feeding the baby and patted the baby's back to burp before turning around to see the man staring at her so intently.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing." He wouldn't admit he was just mesmerized by her.

Liang Haochen walked over, looking at the baby's chubby little face, and couldn't resist poking it. It felt so sweet.

The little one grinned foolishly, looking at the handsome stranger before him, its tiny hands tightly gripping Liang Haochen
's fingers, refusing to let go, and even trying to put them in its mouth.

"Hahaha, the little thing is so silly, does it think my fingers are delicious?" Ah, so adorable,
but...it looks familiar.

"He likes you a lot." Could it really be because of blood ties? Every time Jin Yue came to hold the baby, the baby
would cry loudly and refuse.

"That's right, your husband is loved by everyone." He himself also liked this little thing very much, and he would love him as
his own son.

"..." He was not only a pervert, but also a narcissist.

"What's the little thing's name?" He continued to tease the baby in the cradle, pulling his hand back to prevent him from grabbing it, until
the little thing was about to cry, then he was satisfied and handed his finger to him to play with.

"Yaochen, Song... Yaochen"

"Tomorrow, after we register, we'll change the little thing's name to my son, Liang Yaochen." He tapped
the little thing's nose with his long finger.

"You..." Did he already know?

"What do you mean, 'my son'? Your son is my son, Yaochen, Liang Haochen, little thing, I'm your
dad."

☆, Extra 4: Chasing the Wife to the Bed (Caution!) "Wife, now that we've finished feeding the baby, can we go to the bridal chamber?" Liang Haochen followed the woman

like a shadow . "Wh-what do you mean, go to the bridal chamber?" Really, he always says embarrassing things. "Alright, alright, not the wedding night, but the lovemaking, is that alright now?" With that, he swept the woman up in his arms, not caring whether it was the wedding night or the lovemaking, he'd get her first. Liang Haochen gently laid the woman down on the bed, even though his lower body was about to burst, his movements were still gentle and tender . He decided to give the woman a memorable wedding night. Liang Haochen slowly pulled down the straps of the woman's long dress, revealing her full breasts without a bra. A touch of cherry red adorned her snow-white , round breasts, pitifully erect due to the cold air. Liang Haochen's expression darkened. Two years had passed, and her body was even more alluring, possessing a fatal attraction for him, easily arousing his desire. "Baby, your breasts are so big, are they even bigger when you have milk?" It was such a pity he wasn't there when , he hadn't been able to drink her milk. "Ah...you..." "Is that right? Answer your husband." Liang Haochen looked at the lone, erect nipple, and unceremoniously opened his mouth to take one in, sucking it lightly and heavily. His hand, not idle, also cupped the neglected breast, slowly squeezing it. Unexpectedly, this middle-aged woman's breasts were still as perky as a young girl's, showing no signs of sagging. "Hmm...yes, ah, if the milk gets full, ah, it will become very big." Ugh, suck on the other one too. "Good wife, do you want your husband to suck on the other one? Good girl, feed it to me yourself." Song Yanni couldn't resist and held her breast, pinching the nipple, and fed it into the man's mouth. Instantly, the man's wet tongue enveloped the woman's swollen nipple, erotically sucking on it.

"Ah..." The woman could only tilt her head back, panting in pleasure.

Liang Haochen kissed her earlobe, his tongue teasing her tight ear canal, stimulating her to
tremble . His lips and tongue moved to hers, a passionate, deep kiss, probing deeper and deeper, their tongues entwined fiercely,
ambiguous saliva flowing down their chins.

Liang Haochen, his eyes red, used his remaining rationality to quickly remove the woman's long dress, then quickly removed his own
clothes, leaving them naked. He

whirled around her, pinning her beneath him. His tongue swept over her breasts, her flat stomach, her small
navel , and then to the depths of her thick pubic hair. He gently parted her legs, his long fingers uncontrollably brushing aside the pubic hair,
touching it.

"Ah, there!" She trembled, trying to stop him, but the overwhelming pleasure was too much for her.

Liang Haochen spread the woman's labia, rubbing her full vulva repeatedly, then pulled back the clitoral hood and
directly rubbed her clitoris.

"Ah, no!" The intense pleasure was overwhelming, surging and roaring over her.

"Baby, you're naughty, you're all wet, and you still say no, see how your husband punishes you." As he spoke, he put
his hands through the woman's legs, spreading them wide, rubbing her full breasts, while he knelt between her legs and
licked them with his tongue. His rough tongue slid up and down on the woman's thick labia, poking and probing her slightly open
urethra.

"Ah..." Under such stimulation, Song Yanni ejaculated.

☆, Extra Chapter 4: Chasing His Wife to the Bed (Caution!)

Liang Haochen quickly inserted his tongue into the woman's vagina, sweeping all the love juice into his mouth, occasionally gently
flicking the swollen clitoris.

"Baby, your husband hasn't even started yet, why are you surrendering already?"

"..." Song Yanni made up her mind; she wouldn't talk to this big scoundrel.

Feeling that he had expanded enough, Liang Haochen was ready to go, his already erect dragon throbbing
proudly . It clamored to enter that irresistible little cunt.

Liang Haochen kissed the woman's jade-like skin again and again, while aiming his enormous desire at the woman's
entrance , slowly penetrating deeper.

"Ugh, so big, so full," the little cunt, filled with the foreign object, pushed and shoved. "

Hmm, baby, be good, relax, let it in." How come her little cunt is still so tight after giving birth?

Song Yanni panted softly, obediently relaxing her body, allowing the man's flesh to smoothly fill her cunt.

"Hmm, you, move," unable to bear seeing the man sweating and enduring, she wrapped her legs around the man's waist,
actively begging for pleasure.

Seeing that the woman seemed ready, Liang Haochen no longer suppressed his desire, pulled out his massive member,
and thrust it deep into her opening. Each thrust was with all his might, going in and out completely. The sounds of their bodies slapping against
each other filled the air.

"Ah, so powerful, so deep!"

With each withdrawal, waves of vaginal fluid gushed out, staining their pubic hair, making it glisten.

Liang Haochen lifted the woman's legs, letting her hold them up, while he knelt, thrusting in hard,
all the way . The contact of his thick, long penis with the woman's delicate uterus excited him greatly, and he fucked her even harder.

"Wife, do you like it? Do you like it when your husband does it to you like this?"

"Ah, I like it… I like it so much, harder, deeper!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Since his wife had spoken, a husband who didn't satisfy his wife wasn't a good husband.

While exploring and probing the woman's tight vaginal muscles, Liang Haochen vigorously kneaded her swollen breasts.

Song Yanni no longer suppressed her desire, letting out loud, wanton moans. Overwhelmed by lust, she uncontrollably gripped
the man's arm, leaving red welts.

"Tell me, who's fucking you now?"

"Ah, Liang, Haochen."

"Who is Liang Haochen?" He slowly withdrew his desire.

"Mmm, husband, it's my husband, ah..." The already withdrawn member thrust in again, fiercely and
deeply .

Liang Haochen looked at the woman beneath him, her hair disheveled, her lips red from his biting,
her eyes half-open and lifeless. Her full breasts were covered in bruises, her vagina silently swallowing his
desire. The scene before him stimulated him, and the member buried deep within her swelled again.

"Good wife," he rewarded her, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

Their joined parts were wet and slippery, muddy, dripping onto the sheets, an utterly lewd sight.

Liang Haochen, still in the position of penetration, pulled the woman up. "Good girl, let's change positions."

Liang Haochen pinned the woman against the wall, raised one of her legs, and forcefully thrust into her tight, moist valley.

"Ahhh...so good...so deep." Any man would be extremely excited to hear his woman's praise, and
Liang Haochen was no exception. Encouraged, he thrust even more fiercely and deeply.

"I'll fuck you to death, you slutty little bitch." Liang Haochen supported the woman's legs with his hands, and Song Yanni's feet
were completely off the ground, clinging to the man.

"Ah...too deep...no more." The man's desire was terrifying.

"No more? Your little cunt doesn't say that, it's gripping tightly." Liang Haochen, like a pile driver,
thrust his thick, long, and ferocious penis in forcefully with magnificent hip thrusts.

The sounds of flesh colliding in the room, mixed with the decadent atmosphere of lust, lingered for a long time
, along with the lingering passion of the two. After an unknown amount of time, Liang Haochen finally ejaculated with a low growl, his semen penetrating
deep into the woman's delicate opening.

"Ah..."

Song Yanni squinted, looking at the man before her, his face covered in sweat, feeling an overwhelming sensuality. Her weak hands
tightened his neck, and she pressed a kiss to his lips.

"I love you, husband," she whispered, her words like a thunderclap in his ear.

"I love you too, wife," he had waited for, waited for the woman to say she loved him.

Liang Haochen, who hadn't had a proper rest all night, fell asleep even more exhausted than the woman. Even in his sleep,
he held her tightly in his arms.

Song Yanni looked at the man's possessiveness with amusement, yet also felt a pang of tenderness. Looking at the obvious
dark circles under his eyes, she gently stroked them.

"Yaochen, it's... your child," she said, then fell asleep contentedly in his arms.

The man, his eyes closed, smirked. He knew the child was his. He held the woman tightly, and
they both fell asleep.

Yao Chen = Yao Chen, Song Yanni wanted Liang Haochen…

—The End—

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