【Dragon Tattoo】(701-750) Author: wtw1974

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Chapter 701: Qi Xuemei

"Shut up!" Before he could finish speaking, she stopped him sharply, afraid that he would say something she couldn't
accept . Wenlong took her hand and slowly moved closer, saying, "Teacher Xuemei, he misses you very much..."

Then he placed her hand on his hot surface. Touching that hard texture, she
quickly pulled her hand back as if she had been burned. But Wenlong suddenly turned her body so that she faced the blackboard, pressing her
between him and the blackboard. His large hand even reached down and unzipped the back of her suit skirt.

Qi Xuemei struggled fiercely, resisting desperately, unable to accept doing such a
thing . But Wenlong held her writhing body tightly, whispering wickedly in her ear, "Teacher Xuemei,
didn't you promise me in the office that you'd do whatever I said? Are you going to go back on your word after only a few days? Heh, but
it's fine if you go back on your word. I don't mind staging a scene of raping Teacher Sang in the classroom."

He was insane! He was truly insane! He actually said such wicked and insane things—no, not just said, but
actually did! Faced with his madness, Qi Xuemei could only helplessly submit.

"Teacher Xuemei, you haven't finished answering my question yet," Wenlong said in an innocent voice, his fingers
wickedly slipping into her panties from behind, rubbing and sliding between her buttocks.

Qi Xuemei turned around and met his serious gaze. She knew he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her. He wouldn't
give up until she figured it out, so she had no choice but to pick up the chalk again and continue writing on the blackboard. Although she tried her best not to think about Wenlong's
hand stroking her buttocks, her lower body still betrayed her by leaking wet, slippery love juice.

She had actually been aroused by her student, her best friend's son, right in the classroom. This realization made her
so ashamed wanted to crawl into a hole.

Wenlong noticed her shameful state and deliberately thrust forcefully between her petals a few times, letting her hear
the shameful sounds of his fingers entwining with her petals. Then he whispered lewdly in her ear, "
Aunt Xuemei, can you hear how wet you are down there? You're dishonest. You clearly want it, but you're still being stubborn, so I'm going to
punish you." Suddenly, Wenlong pulled her panties to the side, and a hard and hot long
thing squeezed between her legs.

"No!" she cried out in panic, but it was too late. Wenlong's penis, lubricated by her love juices,
had already plunged into her body, but it was only halfway in before her passage gripped it tightly.

"Oh...it's killing me! Aunt Xuemei, don't squeeze so tight, I can't move..." Wenlong growled, gripping her
hips. "Ah...it hurts...be gentle..." The standing position and the sudden intrusion of the foreign object
stimulated her flower path, so her lower body clenched exceptionally tightly, making it extremely difficult for both of them.

"Good girl...relax...let me in..." Wenlong whispered seductive words in her ear while gently kneading
her buttocks to relax her, and raised her hips to force her to arch back, making their contact more
intimate. Feeling her gradually relax, he thrust in all at once.

"Ah..."

"Ah..." Finally, the unbearable torment ended, causing both of them to groan in pleasure. Wenlong
immediately began thrusting heavily from behind, the continuous and powerful thrusts forcing her to stop what she was
doing. She waved her hands at the blackboard, biting her lip to prevent herself from moaning out loud due to pleasure.

But when Wenlong saw this, he slightly increased the distance between her and the blackboard, gently biting her earlobe. "Ah...
Teacher , I'm looking at your answers, please continue... Mmm... So tight..." As he spoke, he handed her the chalk
.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, getting closer and closer. Qi Xuemei was suddenly
awakened , and reason returned to her mind.

"Someone's coming! Stop! Let me go!" she whispered to Wenlong, her face turning pale with
tension , and her body twisting desperately, trying to get rid of Wenlong's hands that were tightly holding her.

But Wenlong seemed not to hear her, continuing to thrust into her forcefully. His strong arms held
her tightly, rendering her immobile and making her struggles appear weak and powerless.

Meanwhile, the footsteps outside the door grew closer…

“No! Wenlong, stop! Don’t make me…” Qi Xuemei was on the verge of tears,
twisting her body even more desperately to break free. Wenlong’s lower body pressed tightly against her buttocks,
swaying with her struggles, which only deepened his penetration, further
arousing his desire.

He stopped and whispered in her ear, “Aunt Xuemei, are you rejecting me or
seducing me?” Then he turned her around, making her face the door, his penis still inside her.

At that moment, the classroom door opened, and the person outside walked in.

Qi Xuemei quickly stopped her pointless writhing and tried to stand up straight, smoothing out her shirt that Wenlong had crumpled
, afraid the visitor would notice something amiss.

Wenlong remained pressed tightly against her back, using his body to hold her firmly between himself and the lectern, preventing his
desire from slipping out of her. At that moment, the visitor saw them standing on the platform.

"Oh? Teacher Sang, you haven't left yet?" The visitor was the cleaning lady from their college's teaching building, presumably there
to lock the doors. Every day after class, she would come to lock the classrooms where there were no more classes that day.

"Ah, yes, this student still has some questions. I'll finish explaining them before I leave," Qi Xuemei replied, trying to appear
calm , but she could still feel her voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

Hearing her words, the cleaning lady looked at Wenlong behind her, then at the half-written answers on the blackboard,
and said with a smile, "Oh, is that so? I almost locked you two in the classroom. Luckily, I came in to check."

She didn't seem suspicious, because the lecture hall was large. She was standing at the back door, and Qi Xuemei and
Wenlong were standing on the platform. The distance between them was considerable, and the teacher's desk was quite high, reaching her
waist. Therefore, their disheveled lower bodies were hidden behind the desk, and from this angle, Wenlong
appeared to be standing normally behind her. "

Hehe, yeah… ah…" Qi Xuemei forced a smile, trying to avoid being noticed , but then Wenlong suddenly began slowly thrusting into her, causing her body to tremble violently, even the last syllable of her voice went off-key.

Qi Xuemei's face paled even more at Wenlong's actions, cold sweat dripping from her forehead. She tried to
suppress the pleasure brought on by Wenlong's thrusting and squeezed her legs together to prevent him from moving any further. But
as she squeezed, she heard a sexy low moan from Wenlong's throat above her head, making her blush and
her heart race . She quickly lowered her head and braced her hands on the podium.

The cleaning lady seemed to notice her unease and asked with concern, "Teacher Sang, what's wrong? Are you
feeling unwell ?"

Qi Xuemei didn't dare to look up at her, afraid that she would see her flushed face, so she kept her head down and placed her hand
on her stomach, saying with difficulty, "It's...nothing...I...I have a little...stomach...ache..." She had just finished speaking
when she heard Wenlong let out a very short chuckle because he couldn't help it, and the cleaning lady had obviously
heard .

She began to scrutinize them with a questioning look, perhaps noticing something amiss. Teacher Sang was sick and
pale ; how could the students be laughing so gleefully, especially in front of her?

Qi Xuemei became even more nervous under the cleaning lady's gaze, her muscles stiffening and her lower body
contracting forcefully. Wenlong's penis grew harder and larger due to her contractions,
throbbing rhythmically inside her.

At that moment, Wenlong, clearly out of breath, whispered in her ear in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Teacher Xuemei, you're about to break me... If you want me to help you, you'd better relax a little..."

Hearing his words, Qi Xuemei looked up at him. Sure enough, Wenlong had a restrained expression, large beads of
sweat sliding down his forehead. But she was too tense to control her body, so she
pretended bend over to look at the book on the podium, opening her legs and raising her hips to try and relax her lower body.

Then she heard Wenlong's clear voice, as always, "Auntie, Teacher Sang has a bit of a stomachache, but
don't worry, once she's rested a bit and feels better, I'll take her to the school doctor." His
clean crisp voice sounded particularly convincing.

"Really? Do you need any help?"

"No need, Auntie, you can go ahead and do your work. Just lock the back door, and I
'll lock the front door for you when we leave."

"Oh, that's fine then. Please take good care of Teacher Sang." The cleaning lady clearly believed him completely, which was
understandable Even Qi Xuemei had the illusion that he'd deceived her, but his
hands, roaming back and forth on her buttocks, clearly reminded her that he was still the devil, a devil in disguise.

"Goodbye, Auntie. I'm sorry to have troubled you." Who wouldn't like a pretty and polite child
? The cleaning lady smiled until her eyes narrowed into slits.

"What trouble? You're too kind, child. I should be thanking you for locking the door for me, Teacher Sang.
I'm leaving now. Please take good care of yourself!" the cleaning lady said cheerfully.

"Thank you for your concern, goodbye..."

Qi Xuemei said, catching her breath slightly. The cleaning lady smiled and locked the back door after leaving. As her
footsteps faded into the distance, Wenlong suddenly pressed Qi Xuemei's upper body against the lectern and
began .

Chapter 702: Qi Xuemei (Part Two)

Perhaps because she had been suppressing her emotions for too long, Wenlong's thrusting was now exceptionally fierce, and her breasts were
pressed tightly against the lectern, almost causing her to suffocate. She could only make helpless nasal sounds.

However, Wenlong still felt it wasn't enough. He leaned down and pressed his body against hers, licking her fair neck exposed
by hair being tied up. He mumbled, "What's wrong?
Weren't you very strong just now? You bit me so hard... Keep biting me... Ah? Bite... Ah... Ah..."

Qi Xuemei's brain was deprived of oxygen, and her thoughts were becoming unclear. She had no time to pay attention to what he was saying,
and only wanted to breathe to keep herself from suffocating.

Wenlong seemed to notice her unease and stopped his movements, calling her softly twice:
"Teacher Xuemei? Aunt Xuemei..."

"Ugh... It hurts..." Qi Xuemei mumbled two words, "It hurts? Where does it hurt?" It

hurt everywhere! Her upper body hurt from his pressure, her abdomen hurt from the teacher's desk, and her flower path hurt from his impact,
but with him lying on top of her like this, she couldn't speak to tell him anything.

"Sigh..." Wenlong sighed softly, looking at her furrowed brows. He then lifted her from the
lectern and said, "Just like before..." She knew what he meant; he meant she still
couldn't handle his passion, just like before.

Not wanting to dwell on the issue, she pretended not to hear. Wenlong, of course, wouldn't
let her off so easily. He turned her around and pressed her against the blackboard again, but this time he controlled his strength well, freeing
one arm to support himself on the blackboard, holding her with only one hand, keeping a distance between her and the blackboard.

Then he leaned close to her ear, breathing warm air slowly, and said, "Aunt Xuemei, let's continue...
I still don't understand this problem." This pervert, does he really have to make me explain the problem to him now? Is his
thinking still so out of control?

"Teacher..." His slow tone carried a dangerous undertone, and he deliberately bumped her hard with his lower body
, clearly displeased with her earlier distraction.

"Ah!" Qi Xuemei was pulled back to reality by Wenlong's sudden action, but at this moment she could only reluctantly pick up
the chalk, her fingers trembling, and continue writing the answer on the blackboard with great difficulty.

Seeing her wretched state, she could feel without turning around that Wenlong
was watching her with a smug smile on his face, but she didn't want to care anymore, she just wanted to finish writing quickly to end this embarrassing torture.

But Wenlong seemed to see through her thoughts, and pointed at the step she had written with his slender finger,
"Teacher Sang, this step is too far off, I don't understand it."

Doesn't understand?! No one would believe that! No one knew better than her how smart Wenlong was. Three years ago, she promised her best friend
Bai Suzhen to find out about Wenlong's studies, and it was from the junior high school teachers that she learned his intelligence had
surprised . In the past three years, she had never encountered a student as smart as him, especially in
terms of abstract thinking ability, so how could he not understand?

Qi Xuemei stopped writing, turned her head and glared at him, while Wenlong remained silent, a playful smile playing on his lips
as he watched her, his lower body continuing to thrust into her flower path at a leisurely pace.
It was utterly despicable, yet undeniably irresistibly alluring.

Afraid of revealing her feelings, she quickly turned away, gritting her teeth as she continued writing. She heard
muffled laughter behind her, and finally, as she finished the last step, she heard Wenlong's voice, "Oh~ I
see … Thank you, Teacher Xuemei…" Although his tone remained normal, the slight hoarseness
betrayed his desire; it wasn't just her who was suppressing it.

"Ah…" Suddenly, Wenlong picked her up and placed her on the desk in the first row of the classroom.
He stepped back , smiling at her, and said in his unique and sexy voice, "gametime."

Then he pounced on her. The first row of desks in the lecture hall was large; it felt like they were on a large
wooden bed. Wenlong knelt between her legs, his massive erection still prominent. Only then did she
realize how large he was, even larger than a few days ago. She couldn't believe she had just received him inside her
.

"Aunt Xuemei, do you like him?" Wenlong teased Qi Xuemei after seeing her expression, deliberately
making her jump twice as if nodding to her. Her face suddenly flushed, and she quickly looked
away.

Wenlong, however, leaned towards her, his hands slowly stroking her from her knees upwards to her
groin, repeatedly caressing her inner and outer thighs. She twisted her body uncomfortably, trying to avoid
the tingling caresses, but Wenlong's hands seemed glued to her, no matter how she struggled, she
couldn't escape, only receiving more unrestrained teasing.

Her twisting seemed to stimulate Wenlong even more; he actually pushed her tight
suit , revealing her lower body covered only by underwear, and before she could react, he quickly
pulled off her white cotton underwear.

And then, with an even more wicked glint in his nose, he took
a deep, ecstatic breath, as if he'd smelled something incredibly intoxicating.

Good heavens! His actions looked so lewd! Seeing Wenlong like this, her face turned completely red,
almost to the point of bleeding.

Then Wenlong pulled down her panties, gently grasped one of her ankles, and slowly leaned towards her. When
their lower bodies were pressed together, Wenlong placed her
leg on his shoulder, completely exposing her private parts to him. She tried to close her legs in shame, but they were
firmly fixed . Finally, she could only close her eyes, refusing to look at him or herself.

But Wenlong seemed to sense her shyness. He deliberately slowed his movements, gently pressing his enormous tip
against her petals before slowly and painstakingly penetrating her. She knew it was because
she had closed her eyes that he wanted her to experience its size and thickness with her body.

Qi Xuemei frowned slightly, trying her best to suppress the desire he had deliberately aroused. After all, she was no longer a virgin
experiencing passion, and Wenlong's teasing made her desire increasingly unbearable. However, she
would never show it and would not let him succeed.

As Wenlong slowly entered her, he used his warm hand to caress the leg he had placed on his shoulder. This made
her feel unbearably itchy not only in her private parts but also all over her body, so much so that she dared not open
her eyes .

Wenlong continued his slow, agonizing thrusts, gripping her ankles to
bend her pale thighs further. He turned his head and gently kissed her sensitive ankles, his clean fingers tracing
the rhinestone high-heeled sandals on her feet. In a slow, deliberate tone, he said, "I remember Aunt Xuemei used
to like wearing sneakers, and she wore them barefoot. Now she's wearing high heels. Although I preferred you back then
, it's undeniable that making love in high heels has a unique charm, hehe..." He then pointed to
her panties and said, "But Aunt Xuemei's habit of wearing white cotton panties hasn't changed..."

Qi Xuemei now genuinely suspected that Wenlong had a penchant for saying such wicked things during lovemaking.
Why he always like to say these blush-inducing things? Was he deliberately trying to embarrass her? If so, he was doing
a wonderful job. She had never felt so embarrassed before, so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear immediately.

Just when she thought Wenlong would continue toying with her like this, he suddenly growled and
increased the speed of his thrusts.

"Ah...ah...uh..." The thrusting felt like a release for her desires, her whole body felt comfortable
, and she couldn't help but moan softly, but she still didn't dare to open her eyes to look at him.

As Wenlong rode her faster and faster, her body swayed faster and
faster with his thrusts, until finally she could only stretch out her arms and grab the edge of the table with both hands to prevent her body from being pushed apart.

Suddenly, she felt his hands on her breasts. She opened her eyes in surprise. It turned out that
three buttons of her shirt had been undone during the struggle, and Wenlong must have
been aroused even more by seeing her full breasts trembling with his thrusts.

Wenlong first caressed her fullness through her bra, then his movements became increasingly rough, and finally
he ripped open her front bra, and her two snow-white breasts sprang out
, freed from .

Her breasts, which had been swollen from Wenlong's kneading, were suddenly released, giving her a great
sense of relief. But before she could even properly savor it, Wenlong grabbed her full breasts again and kneaded them forcefully.

"Ah...ah...ah ah..." It was too stimulating. He was playing with the two most sensitive parts of her body at the same time
, causing her to uncontrollably moan. "Mmm...Aunt Xuemei...you moan...so nicely...I...
like it ..."

Wenlong's voice also came from his mouth, and so their ambiguous moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding
echoed in the large lecture hall, sounding exceptionally lewd and further stimulating their nerves.

"How is it? Teacher Xuemei, is it exciting to make love here?" Wenlong
asked her with a wicked smile as he rapidly thrust his lower body, staring intently at her facial expression, not missing a single subtle
reaction, or rather, not missing any opportunity to humiliate her.

Chapter 703: Qi Xuemei (Part 3)

Qi Xuemei remained silent and did not look at him. Wenlong seemed to have guessed her reaction and chuckled.
With a thud, he lowered the leg that had been resting on his shoulder, so that her legs were now wrapped around his strong waist.
Then he lifted her upper body, placing her weight on him.

But this position, combined with his powerful thrusts, threw her body even higher, causing
her long hair, which had been coiled behind her head, to come loose and flutter wildly with her movements. Her breasts bounced even more violently with
each thrust .

She thought she must look incredibly lewd, because she clearly saw the growing
desire in Wenlong's eyes. Finally, he panted heavily and bit down on her sensitive nipple, sucking it frantically and
teasing it relentlessly with his tongue.

For her, this stimulation was even greater than before, to the point that she couldn't even moan. She could only
weakly softly.
After Wenlong had sucked and nibbled her breasts until they were wet, he then took her soft, delicate earlobe into his mouth.

He first gently held it in his mouth, licking it back and forth with his tongue, making her body shudder, then began to suck
heavily , finally gently nibbling at it with his teeth.

"Aunt Xuemei, if you don't answer me, I'll fuck you all night in the classroom," Wenlong said with a wicked smile.

Qi Xuemei was exhausted from being fucked several times and had no strength to reply, but she was afraid that he would really lose his temper, so she said, "
No ... please spare Auntie... Auntie can't take it anymore... stop... stop..."

Wenlong was very satisfied after hearing this and prepared to thrust. He folded Qi Xuemei's buttocks up, pressed his knees onto the desk,
exposing her entire vulva in front of him, raised his gun, straddled the beautiful woman, aimed the glans at
the vulva that he had already fucked wet, and said, "Aunt Xuemei, I really love you, I wish I could fuck you every day..." As he spoke
, he thrust all the way in. Before the woman could even react, he began to thrust wildly up and down. Qi Xuemei's face flushed
a feverish pink, her brows furrowed, her vagina being rammed in and out by his thick penis, each thrust going all the way in.
She felt a mix of soreness, numbness, swelling, and pain, and within moments she reached orgasm. Her vagina contracted, vaginal fluids flowed freely, and she begged for mercy, her face flushed.

"Tell me, do you still dare to ignore me? Do you still dare to stop me from fucking your cunt?" He thrust vertically in, his penis
pressing down hard, piercing through her vaginal flesh and reaching halfway to her cervix. Qi Xuemei's vaginal muscles rippled and throbbed,
gripping his glans, sucking at the urethral opening, teasing him so much that he wanted to ejaculate immediately…

"No...I won't dare...I won't dare again..."

Wenlong was already at his limit, spreading her thighs wide and thrusting into her tight, delicate vagina. "
If you dare disobey me again, I'll fuck you to death, make you unable to get out of bed, unable to teach, unable to be a teacher,
and I'll fuck your vagina raw, fuck you so that no one will want you...I'll fuck your Aunt Xuemei to death, I'll fuck you to death...You'll always be
mine, only I can fuck you, shove my dick into you...shove you to death...uh..." He cursed as he fucked her a hundred or so more
times, her waist and buttocks... He kept pounding down on her until Qi Xuemei couldn't take it anymore and fainted. He was already
exhausted and forced himself on, but he still thrust dozens more times, plunging his penis deep into her body. He straddled her, and
with a sudden release of his urethra, he ejaculated all of his semen into her uterus...

After leaving Qi Xuemei, Wenlong drove away from the school. He wouldn't be attending evening self-study for the next two days. Tonight, he was going to
the Golden Years Dance Hall. Zhou Liqi had specially invited him to sing and dance as a way of expressing her gratitude. Yuanqing was going with two of his brothers
, and it was said that Yang Xiaoqiang would also be going.

Yang Xiaoqiang looked around the empty dance hall and asked curiously, "Auntie, why is nobody here?
If it weren't for the lights being on, I would have thought this was a haunted house!"

Zhou Liqi slapped Yang Xiaoqiang, "Don't talk nonsense. I called and asked. Today is the soft opening, so
there are fewer people. When it officially opens, I don't have that much money to hire people to have fun here. This time, thanks to that Young Master Long's
help, my losses weren't too great."

Yang Xiaoqiang glanced at his uncle Zhao Dahai, who was silent and looked somewhat unfriendly, and sighed inwardly. He asked,
"Auntie, is it that Wenlong from last time?" He thought to himself that if his father, Yang Liwu, hadn't gotten into trouble, this business license
issue would have been resolved with just one phone call. How could that Wenlong have gotten the chance to show off like that!

"Yes, yes, I got drunk last time, and I didn't even know if Director Zhang came or not. Luckily, you brought me
back..."

Zhou Liqi said, glancing at Zhao Dahai. "I have to thank him properly this time. When I called him
earlier , he said the licenses and everything else were done, just waiting for the signatures. It's such a coincidence that
someone from Longzhen Group came to buy something today and mentioned that Young Master Long likes to sing and dance. So I was thinking of finding a cheap place, and
I called the number of those flyers that came to my door. I found out this dance hall was having its soft opening today, so I booked this private room." "

What a coincidence?"

Yang Xiaoqiang frowned, but didn't think too much about it. Seeing the somewhat heavy atmosphere in the private room, he joked, "I heard
from Dad that you used to be a very good dancer. How come I've never seen you dance?"

Zhou Liqi blushed. "That was so long ago, I've completely forgotten about it. I asked the waiters, and they said
someone will come to dance with me, so I won't be dancing."

"Hmph..."

Zhao Dahai glared at Zhou Liqi: "Anyway, you're not going to jump, so why are you wearing such a short skirt?"

Zhou Liqi was wearing a silver-white sleeveless dress today, with black trim at the neckline
and two unique green leaf-shaped buttons across her left breast. The unique slanted round neckline revealed Zhou Liqi's beautiful collarbone on her right breast.

The skirt cinched an inch above her knees, and the bright white belt was tied thinly. Her black stockings
gleamed alluringly, complementing her porcelain-like arms. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating Zhou Liqi's
curvaceous figure and making her look exceptionally beautiful.

Hearing her husband's words, Zhou Liqi squeezed her thighs together and tugged at her collar. Yang Xiaoqiang, already furious,
barely managed to suppress his anger and said, "My sister-in-law dresses up nicely out of politeness. Does she expect to
thank someone in a work apron? Like you, in shorts and a t-shirt?"

"You…"

Zhao Dahai glared at Yang Xiaoqiang, speechless with rage.

"Don't give anyone a hard time later, or they'll make things difficult for you, delay things, and
you'll be helpless."

There were things his sister-in-law wouldn't say, so Yang Xiaoqiang had to say them beforehand. He didn't care if his uncle scolded him:
"Is my brother still not answering the phone? Sigh, my phone's dead too, otherwise I'd know his office number."
His uncle Yang Liwen's son, Yang Xiaogang, was originally a police chief at the Haipu District Police Station in Sihai City, but these days…
He couldn't reach his brother by phone, and couldn't find him anywhere. He was very worried that his older brother might end up like his father, Yang Liwu.

"I called him a long time ago, but I haven't been able to get through these past few days. I was thinking that if he knew Young Master Long,
it would be easier to talk if he came over together."

Zhou Liqi's beautiful brows were furrowed.

"Why didn't you invite your brother to the hotel last time?"

Yang Xiaoqiang asked casually.

"I couldn't get through to him by phone! Young Master Long said that Director Zhang doesn't like too many people. I was thinking of going with..."

Zhou Liqi glanced at Zhao Dahai again, "...I went by myself."

Yang Xiaoqiang glared resentfully at his uncle. If his aunt got into trouble and was taken advantage of by that Young Master Long, the first person he
wouldn't forgive was his uncle, who didn't cherish his family.

Zhou Liqi noticed Yang Xiaoqiang's displeasure and affectionately patted his buzz cut, saying, "You've always been
prone to overthinking. You'll suffer when you enter society. Remember to protect yourself. If anything bad
happens, don't blame others. You're not as mature as your older brother in this respect."

"Auntie..."

Yang Xiaoqiang shook his head, dodging Zhou Liqi's hand, "My brother is older than me, of course he's more mature
. I'll discuss things with him, you don't need to worry."

"By the way, was that girl your girlfriend last time? She was very pretty. My Xiaoqiang has grown up too
."

Zhou Liqi pinched Yang Xiaoqiang's nose and laughed.

Yang Xiaoqiang begged for mercy with a bitter face, and Zhou Liqi finally released his nose. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and reached
down to rub her ankles. They were a little sore; she still wasn't used to wearing high heels. Zhou Liqi secretly slipped her rounded heels
out of her shoes to relax, feeling a little annoyed by Zhao Dahai's lack of romantic understanding.

When Zhao Dahai was pursuing her, he knew she could dance, so he specially went to learn. Although he danced terribly, he
still won Zhou Liqi's heart. Today, Zhou Liqi had planned to dance with Zhao Dahai after finishing her business, to reminisce
about their sweet past...

Sigh, Zhou Liqi looked at Zhao Dahai sitting in the corner, feeling both helpless and resentful. Since being laid off, Zhao Dahai
had become despondent and developed a taste for alcohol, causing their relationship to fade. However, Zhou Liqi still hoped that
Zhao Dahai could pull himself together, and she would keep waiting.

At this moment, the door to the private room was knocked and pushed open. A waitress entered with four people. Yang Xiaoqiang looked up and
froze .

Yuan Qing, who was with Wenlong, was equally stunned.

"Golden Years" was originally a dance hall catering to middle-aged people, so it didn't have very modern decor.
Upon entering, there was a huge circular dance floor with a crystal chandelier in the center that required three people to encircle.
Inside the chandelier were small water jets, with light filtering through the water curtain. The large dance floor was surrounded by double seats
, behind which were rows of incredibly luxurious private rooms.

If Zhou Liqi hadn't confirmed by phone that it was a soft opening, she wouldn't have dared to book such a high-class room.

Seeing Wenlong and his three companions enter, Zhou Liqi immediately stood up and smiled, "Young Master Long, you're late! Please, have a seat..."

Zhao Dahai forced a smile and also stood up to greet them, "Young Master Long, hello, hello, please, please."

He turned and glared at Yang Xiaoqiang, who was still sitting still, "Look at you, so rude! Go sit inside."

Yang Xiaoqiang ignored his uncle's words and looked at Yuan Qing, saying, "You're here too."

Yuan Qing straightened his hair and smiled awkwardly, "I came with Young Master Long for a stroll, and I didn't expect to run into you so coincidentally
!"

He looked at Wenlong meaningfully, "Young Master Long, this is my friend, I mentioned him to you earlier." He thought to himself, "This little
brat, so heartless! His own father is in jail, and he actually has the heart to come and sing and dance!"

Chapter 704: Zhou Liqi and Wenlong were also stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "So it's you...
Brother Xiaoqiang, we've met before. My brother Yuanqing is your friend, haha, what a coincidence! Then we're practically family.
Everyone, sit down. These two guys like to dance, so they came along. Sister Liqi, you don't mind, do you?"

Wenlong pointed to the other two, his eyes scanning the charming Zhou Liqi up and down, but he didn't look at
Zhao Dahai standing to the side.

Zhao Dahai awkwardly rubbed his hands, not knowing how to respond. Yang Xiaoqiang couldn't bear to see this and stood up to greet Yuanqing
, "Brother Yuanqing, come here, sit with my uncle."

"Yes, yes, Yuanqing, right? I've heard Xiaoqiang talk about you a lot. Come sit here."

Zhao Dahai readily accepted the offer. Yuanqing led Wenlong and the other two to the sofa inside, sitting down next to Yang Xiaoqiang.
Zhao Dahai sat on the outermost side, right next to the door of the private room.

Zhou Liqi had booked a medium-sized private room. A long black marble tea table was flanked by three-seater sofas. Once
everyone was seated, Zhou Liqi found herself without a seat. At that moment, one of Yuan Qing's
men, a man in camouflage, who was sitting at the innermost part of the room, stood up and said with a smile, "Boss lady, why aren't you seated? I just needed to make a phone call home
. Sit here."

He stepped aside and walked to the outside, while Wenlong and the rest of the men moved inside, clearing the space outside.
Zhou Liqi hesitated for a moment, then, as if making a decision, smoothed her skirt and sat down next to Wenlong in the middle.

"Xiaoqiang, why didn't you bring your pretty girlfriend along?"

Wenlong said with a meaningful smile.

Yang Xiaoqiang didn't dare look at Yuan Qing sitting next to him, and stammered, "Hehe, no, not a
girlfriend , just a classmate, an ordinary friend."

"Then you'd better put in a better effort! Such a pretty girl, she's easy to steal away, hahaha."

Seeing Yang Xiaoqiang's embarrassed state and reluctance to elaborate, Wenlong breathed a sigh of
relief . He was still resentful that Yang Xiaoqiang had interrupted his good time that day.

Seeing Yang Xiaoqiang's discomfort, Zhao Dahai felt inexplicably happy; he was also quite annoyed by Yang Xiaoqiang's usual
disrespectful attitude towards him. Zhou Liqi quickly chimed in, jokingly saying, "My Xiaoqiang is just shy,
everyone stop teasing him, let's have something to eat..."

Wenlong pretended to look around the private room, then gave a wink to the person next to him. That person, with a buzz cut,
immediately smiled and said to Zhao Dahai, "I heard Boss Zhao has a good capacity for alcohol, how about we brothers have a few drinks today? We even
took a taxi here."

Zhao Dahai had been quite annoyed by Wenlong's group's lack of attention, so this sudden
gesture made him a little flustered. He nodded and said in a very ingratiating tone, "Hey, I've been drinking recklessly, I don't know anything about
alcohol tolerance. But you're Young Master Long's buddy, so you're my friend, how about we just have a little to show our appreciation?"

Zhou Liqi, about to speak, gestured to stop him, saying, "It's rare to get together with Young Master Long, we should at least have a few drinks
. I wasn't feeling well last time, so I'm making up for it this time."

"Great job, Boss Zhao is a true friend."

Wenlong finally looked at Zhao Dahai properly, smiling and pointing at him.

Flattered by Wenlong's compliment, Zhao Dahai became even more smug, calling over a waiter to order baijiu and beer.

Zhou Liqi glared at Zhao Dahai anxiously, but he remained unmoved. She glanced at Yang Xiaoqiang
and noticed he seemed distracted, while Young Master Long's friend Yuanqing was playing on his phone, seemingly
oblivious . Zhou Liqi wanted to kick Zhao Dahai, but then realized the marble table had large, cube-shaped legs
separating the two people on either side.

Wenlong was very strong; when he sat down on the sofa, the entire cushion sank in. When Zhou Liqi sat down,
her full thighs, encased in smooth black stockings, pressed against Wenlong's thighs. Zhou Liqi tried to move several times but kept sliding closer,
so she gave up and secretly glanced at Wenlong. Seeing that he was sitting upright and didn't seem to feel any contact with her,
she felt a little relieved.

That day, after having a big argument with Zhao Dahai when she got home, Zhou Liqi went into the bathroom to change clothes and discovered that her
underwear was completely soaked. She quickly checked her vagina and confirmed that no one had touched her. Zhou Liqi
thought it was just a reaction from being drunk. Moreover, that night, she had actually had a wet dream—
a dream of making love with Wenlong—which made her blush whenever she saw him.

Suddenly, Wenlong spread his legs a little, his calves resting against Zhou Liqi's. Zhou Liqi squeezed her calves
together and tilted them to one side to avoid Wenlong's calves, but this position unexpectedly brought her thighs even closer to Wenlong .
Zhou Liqi wanted to move away, but felt the movement was too conspicuous, so she pretended not to care and joined
the conversation of the group.

Wenlong, of course, wasn't as normal as he appeared. From the moment he entered the private room, Wenlong had been
attracted by Zhou Liqi's sexy outfit. The way Zhou Liqi's moist lips opened and closed as she spoke with a charming smile
kept of the image of a dirty penis entering and exiting her.

After sitting down, Zhou Liqi's skirt rode up a bit, revealing her long, black-stockinged legs together, exuding the unique charm of a
mature woman. Under the slightly open hem of her skirt, a gray shadow was formed. As she moved
her legs, it seemed as if some mysterious scenery would be revealed in that shadow, and Wenlong's Adam's apple bobbed
several times .

As he surveyed the private room, his eyes kept glancing at the married woman beside him. Her waist was cinched in
an exaggerated , but not with the slender, delicate curves of a frail woman; instead, it exuded healthy vitality. His gaze followed her back,
where her rounded hips were taut, the tight dress seemingly revealing the cleft of a mature woman's buttocks.

Wenlong dared not look at Zhou Liqi's breasts. Those full, ample breasts, which he had once played with, were now hidden
beneath a thin silk bra, pushing her upper body high, possessing a shocking allure.
If Wenlong looked any longer, he feared he might succumb to the urge to rape Zhou Liqi in front of these people.

Enduring the throbbing pain in his groin, Wenlong used the conversation and tone of his voice to constantly shift his sitting position, using his thighs
to feel the elasticity of the married woman's thighs and parts of her buttocks.

The waitress brought out the snacks and drinks, then asked with a smile, "Gentlemen, would you like someone
to dance?"

Zhao Dahai turned to look outside and saw the man in camouflage who had gone out to make a phone call earlier now
swaying on the dance floor with a woman in his arms. Judging from the woman's attire, she was probably a dancer who accompanied customers in the dance hall. "How about
we find someone to dance a few songs with Young Master Long and your buddy?"

"I haven't had enough to drink with you yet, brother. What's wrong, brother? Is your alcohol tolerance too low?"

The crew-cut man took a swig of baijiu. "I'd like to hear more about your exploits at the state-owned factory..."

Zhao Dahai became excited upon hearing this and began to boast about how he had innovated products and how he had gained the attention of his superiors.
The crew-cut man occasionally chimed in with praise, and the atmosphere in the private room became lively.

Wenlong slowly sipped his beer, glancing at Yang Xiaoqiang across from him with a smirk. He'd brought two men along
to appease Zhou Liqi's husband, but seeing Yang Xiaoqiang there almost made him curse.
Wenlong noticed Yang Xiaoqiang's obvious unease upon seeing Yuan Qing, so he subtly mentioned the girl, which only made Yang Xiaoqiang more
flustered.

Although Yang Xiaoqiang didn't think he was afraid of Yuan Qing, he'd been detained by Yuan Qing and his men on Haiqinghua Island before.
Even though it was eventually determined he wasn't involved in his father Yang Liwu's crimes and he was quickly released, he still felt uneasy
around . Flustered, Yang Xiaoqiang pulled out his phone and randomly picked a game, his mind
a jumbled mess, casually chatting with Yuan Qing.

Seeing that no one at the table was paying attention to him, Wenlong deliberately knocked his phone
under the table when he put the can back. He bent down to pick it up, his hand brushing against Zhou Liqi's smooth stockings as he reached down to feel for the phone. The young married woman's leg
trembled slightly, but she didn't pull away. Wenlong smiled crookedly and continued
to feel the smooth texture of her leg and ankle with the back of his hand.

After a while, Wenlong pretended to pick up the phone, turned on the screen, and in the dim light, Zhou Liqi's
slender , long legs were incredibly alluring, making him instantly aroused.

Wenlong put the phone down again, reached out, and gently touched that beautiful leg before picking up
the phone from the floor. He sat up straight as if nothing had happened, put the phone back on the table, and glanced at Zhou Liqi.
Seeing her flushed face and slightly furrowed brows, her expression a mixture of anger and reproach, Wenlong's desire surged.

Zhou Liqi was both ashamed and angry, but worried about being discovered by her husband Zhao Dahai. She could only blush and secretly hide,
trying to convince herself that Wenlong's actions were unintentional. She also blamed herself for dressing too provocatively;
did Master Long think she was seducing him? Thinking this, Zhou Liqi's face burned even hotter, and she frantically drank her green tea.

Wenlong felt he should take it a step further, so he lay back, spread his arms, and placed them on the back of
the three- seater sofa. When no one was looking, his left hand slid down and placed it behind Zhou Liqi, gently resting
on her round, smooth buttocks.

Zhou Liqi's heart pounded, her mind went blank, and her body stiffened.
She was completely . At first, Wenlong only touched her lightly and discreetly, but seeing that Zhou Liqi
remained silent and made no unusual movements, as if she had tacitly accepted his actions, Wenlong became bolder,
his hand kneading her wantonly.

Zhou Liqi's figure was simply too alluring. Leaving aside her captivating curves and exquisite physique, the mere sight of her
trembling, full buttocks in his hand was enough to drive him wild. Wenlong felt his nose
was about to bleed; he was so excited he almost shouted.

After a moment of blankness, Zhou Liqi finally came to her senses, but those crucial few minutes had already allowed Wenlong
to encircle her from behind and control her sensitive, sexy buttocks. Although only a portion had fallen into his clutches, it still filled
Zhou Liqi with shame and indignation.

Avoiding the gazes of those in the room, Zhou Liqi placed her left hand below, pressing down on Wenlong's hand to prevent him from touching her. Finding
herself unable to control him, she could only tug at his fingers, glaring at him, her beautiful cheeks slightly flushed.
This sight stirred Wenlong's heart, and he nodded with a wicked smile.

Zhou Liqi thought Wenlong had finished teasing her and released her hand. Wenlong, however, withdrew his hand and slid it onto Zhou Liqi's
back, continuing his exploration. Zhou Liqi dared not put her hand behind her back to stop him anymore.

Chapter 705: Zhou Liqi (Part Two)

After all, this awkward hand-holding posture was too strange and could easily attract the attention of her husband, Zhao Dahai, and others.
She could only tense her body to resist Wenlong's harassment, but fine beads of sweat seeped from her nose,
and there were itchy marks inside her mysterious vulva between her thighs. Her long-empty, sexy body actually reacted.

Wenlong blatantly molested the married woman in front of her husband, quickly growing tired of this kind of caressing that could only be done through clothing.
He sat up straight, placed his hands in front of her, and Zhou Liqi relaxed. Suddenly, Wenlong pointed at the dancing
man in camouflage and said, "Not bad, really not bad."

Everyone outside saw this and echoed his sentiments.

Zhou Liqi, however, felt as if she had been electrocuted; her body trembled. Just now, Wenlong's elbow had pressed against her high
breasts in an instant, a strange, tingling sensation traveled through her nipples, making her heart pound. Zhou Liqi
understood what Wenlong said, reached out to touch her chest, and blushed deeply.

Wenlong laughed heartily, seemingly finding the joke told by the crew-cut man hilarious. Zhou Liqi, aroused by Wenlong's repeated
advances, exuded a seductive fragrance. Wenlong felt the
sweet scent emanating from the married woman beside him intoxicating him.

Turning his head, he saw Zhou Liqi's flushed face and alluring eyes, sparkling with a captivating charm. She showed
no sign of shouting or resisting. In a moment of impulsiveness, he lowered his arm and placed
his hand on Zhou Liqi's thigh, gently caressing it, refusing to leave.

"Ah!"

Zhou Liqi cried out softly, trembling, drawing everyone's attention. In her panic, she blurted out
, "I remember I haven't toasted Young Master Long today."

She immediately regretted her words.

Zhao Dahai was slightly tipsy and didn't understand why his wife, who didn't drink at all, was offering him a toast.
Yang Xiaoqiang glanced curiously at his aunt, whose face was flushed, and said, "Auntie, you don't drink, so let me offer this toast
."

"What do you know, kid?"

Zhao Dahai waved his hand. "I already toasted Young Master Long, and Liqi should toast him too. But Young Master Long,
I'm sorry , Liqi doesn't drink, she'll just offer a token toast..."

"Boss Zhao is so considerate. It's just a toast, I don't think the boss's wife would refuse."

The crew-cut man leaned over and poured the green tea from Zhou Liqi's teacup. Just as he was about to fill it with baijiu (Chinese liquor), Yang Xiaoqiang
stopped him.

"I'm just a kid and don't know any better. I only know that my aunt doesn't drink baijiu." Yang Xiaoqiang

stared intently at the crew-cut man .

Seeing Wenlong's furrowed brows, Zhou Liqi could only smooth things over, saying, "Young Master Long, I really can't drink baijiu. How about this
, I'll drink the beer."

She then poured herself a glass of beer.

Fortunately, the teacups weren't big. Zhou Liqi held the cup up, and Wenlong, feigning reluctance, clinked glasses with her
and downed his drink in one gulp. Zhou Liqi, suppressing the bitter taste of the beer, also
downed her glass in one go. Seeing Zhou Liqi's pretty face flushed, everyone assumed it was because she couldn't hold her liquor and started teasing her.

Yang Xiaoqiang sat back down, and Yuanqing patted him on the back, saying, "Why are you getting involved in these adult matters?"

"I don't think that crew-cut guy is a good person,"

Yang Xiaoqiang said softly, not uttering "your young master Long isn't a good person either" out of consideration for Yuanqing
.

"There were some things I forgot to ask you about the other day..."

Yuanqing put his arm around Yang Xiaoqiang and whispered together. Hearing him bring up that day again, Yang Xiaoqiang felt
uneasy and could only listen obediently.

Zhou Liqi's attention was drawn to the hand on her thigh. She could clearly feel that rough
, hot hand kneading her tender flesh. Wenlong's strong fingers were completely embedded in the soft flesh,
squeezing lightly and heavily, as if savoring the smooth, elastic texture of her thigh.

Zhou Liqi's breathing became rapid, her mind in turmoil. She couldn't understand how the usually lively, cute, and kind-hearted
young Long Shao, could become so shameless and lewd: "Oh God, how could this be? How could he
do this to me in front of my husband? I have to stop him, otherwise he'll think I consented to this
. I must pull his hand away, I can't let Zhao Dahai and Yang Xiaoqiang find out, otherwise Xiaoqiang will definitely be furious."
Little did she know that Yang Xiaoqiang had Yuan Qing's weakness in him, and he was in a precarious situation, unable to protect himself, let alone care about
his aunt.

Wenlong stroked the plump thighs of the married woman. Although Zhou Liqi's hand held him tightly, his movements were subtle,
but he felt immensely smug. He noticed that Zhou Liqi was even more afraid of being discovered by her family than he was.

Realizing this, Wenlong would move his hand up an inch each time he raised his glass to talk to Zhao Dahai.
After , his fingers touched the edge of the black stockings, his thumb making contact with the smooth,
supple flesh of her thigh beneath.

Wenlong patiently continued his covert assault, slowly pulling the stockings down to her knees,
until her entire alluring thigh became the domain of his hands, which he casually kneaded and caressed.

Zhou Liqi was on the verge of collapse. She had never experienced anything like this before, being secretly violated by a young man
in front . Zhou Liqi could feel the itching in her vagina growing more intense,
her vagina already filled with vaginal fluid.

She squeezed her thighs and vagina together, hoping to close the opening and prevent the nectar from flowing out. She comforted herself by
thinking : "Let him take advantage of me a little, consider it repayment. I just won't let him touch me again."

Zhou Liqi felt a strong, hidden desire being
stirred up . Her body went limp, and her hand, resting on the edge of the table, trembled weakly.

Wenlong controlled the rhythm, stretching his palm out wide and thrusting it between her legs. Her thighs were
tightly clamped at the groin, and he gently moved it, seizing the opportunity to touch the beautiful married woman's mons pubis with his little finger…

Huh, why does it feel so warm and wet…

Wenlong was pleasantly surprised to find that Zhou Liqi had already been aroused by his lewd techniques.
After all, she was a healthy, mature body, and being teased and caressed by a man like this, she responded honestly.

Wenlong's hand trembled with excitement, and he shamelessly increased the pressure, rubbing the married woman's silk panties faster,
feeling the wet patch on them slowly grow larger.

Zhou Liqi suddenly released her grip. Wenlong looked at her strangely and saw that the married woman was looking at him
with tears in her eyes, a resolute look in them.

Wenlong's heart tightened, realizing he had just crossed a line in the wife's mind. Considering the long-term strategy, Wenlong
withdrew his hand and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Sister, I'm sorry, I drank too much and offended you...
How about this, you come with me to dance a few dances, and that will be enough for today, okay?"

Seeing Zhou Liqi calm down, Wenlong felt much relieved, but seeing her hesitation, he added,
"The license, my friend took it to me. You can come to my office tomorrow to pick it up, it just needs the signature..."

Zhou Liqi was about to curse him out, but Wenlong backed down. Just as she was about to refuse the dance request,
Wenlong's request, though not a threat, was more like one, leaving Zhou Liqi in a dilemma. She vaguely sensed that Wenlong
wasn't as easygoing as he seemed, and that he hadn't brought anyone to the party just to have a few drinks.
But thinking about her family's financial difficulties, Zhou Liqi really didn't want to ruin things.

Seeing Zhou Liqi's troubled expression, Wenlong knew he needed to add fuel to the fire. He gave the crew-cut man a wink,
who understood immediately and suggested, "Young Master Long, don't you like dancing? How about the landlady dances with you?"

"Yes, yes, my Liqi used to have proper dance training... ugh..."

Zhao Dahai burped, "Let Liqi dance with Young Master Long a few times, one isn't enough!"

Zhou Liqi was speechless with anger. She was still thinking about how to refuse when Zhao Dahai turned around and pushed his wife
out. He pulled his stockings back up and straightened them under the table, stood up, and
walked outside with a cold face.

"This woman..."

Zhao Dahai glared and was about to start cursing when the crew-cut man immediately calmed him down.

Wenlong chuckled, glanced contemptuously at Zhao Dahai, then at
Yang Xiaoqiang, who was being lectured by Yuan Qing, and got up to follow him out.

The dance floor was dimly lit, and the rhythm was a slow waltz. When the man in camouflage saw Wenlong and Zhou Liqi come out, he nodded in acknowledgment
, then parted ways with the dancers arranged by the dance hall and returned to his private room. The dancers also left the dance floor, and the entire
dance hall instantly became quiet.

However, Zhou Liqi was not so calm inside. She had almost been driven out of her room by her husband, Zhao Dahai.
She hadn't originally planned to dance with Wenlong, but seeing that it was just the two of them on the large dance floor, she panicked and forced
a smile, saying, "Young Master Long, you see, it's not very lively with just the two of us. Why don't we invite everyone else to come?"

Wenlong didn't speak, but stepped forward and pulled
Zhou waist, swaying to the rhythm with his feet. Before Zhou Liqi could react, Wenlong pulled her into a tight embrace. She
naturally leaned back slightly, placing her hands on Wenlong's chest and pulling away a little, complaining, "Loosen up!
Young Master Long, you're holding me so tight I can't breathe! Don't do this, my husband's right here..."

"Your husband asked me to dance a few more songs with you, and you're just refusing me like this... that's not nice..."

Wenlong deliberately frowned, tightening his grip.

Thinking of her husband, Zhao Dahai, Zhou Liqi felt bitter and resigned . She
could only rely on herself to maintain the right balance. With that thought, Zhou Liqi stopped struggling, leaning her upper body back while trying to avoid direct contact with the lower body
, her whole body forming an odd arc, as she danced with Wenlong on the dance floor.

Chapter 706: Zhou Liqi (Part 3)

After only a few minutes of dancing, Wenlong was no longer satisfied. He had just enjoyed the smooth skin of the married woman in the private room, and now,
holding this soft, warm beauty, smelling her sweaty scent, Wenlong felt his penis was about to explode.
His hands would occasionally slide to Zhou Liqi's high, round buttocks and caress them. When Zhou Liqi resisted, Wenlong
would pull his hands back. After this entanglement several times, Zhou Liqi gave up.

Wenlong was secretly pleased, openly rubbing Zhou Liqi's buttocks. Seeing that the married woman didn't object to his
intrusion, Wenlong went further, suddenly tightening his grip and slamming his genitals against
Zhou Liqi 's vulva.

Zhou Liqi was both angry and embarrassed. She had a pair of long legs that every woman envied, about 1.1 meters long. Before marriage,
Zhou Liqi loved wearing stockings and skirts, which always attracted men's attention. After marriage, she
rarely wore skirts anymore, and as her family's financial situation improved, her dressing became much more casual.

It's said that "there are no ugly women, only lazy women," Zhou Liqi often joked. She was so busy that she was
exhausted by the time she got home, and she had no time to take care of herself. Fortunately, she was lucky; perhaps due to her long-term
labor, she didn't have the sagging breasts or protruding belly that some women her age had
.

But today, Zhou Liqi hated her long legs. Because she was wearing high heels, her mons
pubis was level with Wenlong's genitals. When Wenlong hugged her and thrust, their genitals were perfectly aligned. If it weren't
for the fabric covering them, it would look like they were having intercourse while standing.

"You didn't really want to dance, let me go!"

Zhou Liqi finally realized she'd encountered a scoundrel who was preying on her, and struggled to push Wenlong away.

Wenlong, remembering Zhou Liqi's fear of being seen by her family
in the private room, deliberately swayed at the doorway while dancing. Sure enough, Zhou Liqi didn't dare struggle too much, and her voice softened.

"Let me go, my husband will see,"

Zhou Liqi pleaded desperately. The two were right at the doorway, but Wenlong's back was to the room, and Zhou Liqi
hid herself between his legs, secretly peeking into the room as she spoke.

"If your husband knew your underwear was soaking wet, do you think he'd blame me for touching you, or..."
"It's your fault for being so lewd."

Wenlong chuckled wickedly. He had a cat-and-mouse mentality, watching someone else's wife
trembling as he held and touched her, violating her with his genitals. Wenlong really wanted to shout to express his smugness.

"You..."

Zhou Liqi had never seen such a shameless young man, but thinking of the cool, sticky underwear on her mons pubis,
and being unable to refute it, she still twisted and turned, unaware that such close friction
would only give the man more pleasure.

Wenlong leaned close to Zhou Liqi's small ear: "Sister, don't twist, otherwise I'll think you're deliberately
seducing me."

"Shameless..."

Zhou Liqi's voice trembled, her body stopped swaying, suppressing the nausea rising in her heart. Now
, Zhou Liqi both hoped someone would stop her and was worried that her husband, Zhao Dahai, would find out about her soaking wet genitals. That
would be a misunderstanding that she could never clear up even if she jumped into the sea.

"Hehehe, sis, don't overthink it. As long as my cock isn't inside your pussy, you're not
cheating. Just dance with me, it's just a little flirting. You're being too serious."

Wenlong criticized Zhou Liqi righteously, as if her resistance was a grave mistake.

Zhou Liqi stared dumbfounded at this shameless little rascal, blushing as she cursed, "You...
how could you say such lewd things..."

"Boss lady, I saved your family tens of thousands of dollars, so letting me touch your thighs and pinch your butt... isn't too much to ask?"

Wenlong deliberately lowered his voice and wiped the smile off his face.

Zhou Liqi felt as if all her strength had been drained, her body going limp. Wenlong secretly cheered, then pulled Zhou Liqi
away the view of those in the private room, his hands shamelessly enjoying the mature and sexy buttocks of the married woman, his high, protruding lower body
rapidly pounding against her thick, moist mons pubis through her skirt.

Zhou Liqi turned her head away, trying to shift her attention to her surroundings, only to find the dance hall deserted, even
the waiters nowhere to be seen. She felt a little better.

Beneath the sexy short dress Zhou Liqi had just bought, her full, white buttocks were being wantonly and lewdly fondled by rough hands. Her round
, smooth buttocks were sometimes squeezed together, sometimes pulled apart, sometimes shaken
up and , sometimes raised simultaneously. Although Zhou Liqi was extremely disgusted, she couldn't resist the young man's
skillful caresses.

Wenlong also noticed this strange behavior, but at this moment, his lust was overwhelming, and he didn't see anything wrong. He was only
pleased that the waiters were so sensible. He took a step back, reached forward with one hand, and quickly
pulled his throbbing, erect penis out of his pants. He hugged Zhou Liqi tightly again, rubbing his penis against her mons pubis. Zhou Liqi
didn't notice Wenlong's actions for those few seconds; she only felt that his erection had become hotter.

After freeing his penis, Wenlong began to rub Zhou Liqi's buttocks, consciously pulling up
her skirt and reaching down to caress her inner thighs, feeling the smooth, tender skin.
Unfortunately, whenever his hand tried to slide up her thighs to her vulva, Zhou Liqi would violently
writhe . So Wenlong would then sway them towards the door of the private room, and Zhou Liqi quickly became too afraid to make any obvious movements.

Soon, the dress lost its protective function, patiently and skillfully lifted
above . Zhou Liqi, distracted by the mischievous hand on her buttocks, didn't notice the skirt
being pulled up. In her dazed state, she felt something hard and hot pressing forcefully against her mons pubis, which was covered by her wet
panties.

"You...you're crazy..."

Zhou Liqi woke up with a start, almost shouting, "This can't go on, we can't make this mistake again,
let me go!"

"Think about that license, think about your shop, think about your child's future, think about your useless
husband , just let me have some fun like this, I promise my big cock will never go inside your cunt..."

Wenlong's devilish voice relentlessly attacked Zhou Liqi's mental defenses.

"You're the slut..."

Zhou Liqi blushed and opened her mouth to retort, but she held back from saying the rest.

"Slut what? Hehehe, tell me, I like to hear it."

Wenlong lewdly grinned, but his penis did not give up its fierce attack on the married woman.

The boy's real threat just happened to seize Zhou Liqi's weakness, and the courage she had just mustered
was immediately shattered by Wenlong.

Wenlong gripped the edge of Zhou Liqi's panties with one hand, pulling and tugging,
stretching into a lewd strip of fabric, like a thong. The panties on her mons pubis were also tightened, pressing firmly
against the sensitive nipples of Zhou Liqi's clitoris. Wenlong stimulated the married woman's nipples by pulling the panties up and down.

Zhou Liqi's heart pounded wildly. She wanted to resist but couldn't muster any strength. The large glans of his penis rubbed against the pulled-up panties from side to side
, and her thick labia, mixed with pubic hair, peeked out from the edge of the panties. This inescapable
shame tormented the married woman.

Unexpectedly, this little rascal, despite his young age, knew a lot, and his skills seemed quite impressive.
Through the thin fabric of his panties, Wenlong's hot, hard penis squeezed into the base of Zhou Liqi's long legs,
sliding back and forth on her wet labia. Sometimes, a hand behind her would lift her, causing her sensitive clitoris to be pressed against
his lewd penis, stimulating it back and forth. Zhou Liqi felt as if she were already having sex with Wenlong; her chaste little vagina was dripping
wet, responding to the call of his penis.

Wenlong could no longer control his impulse, pulling Zhou Liqi's soft, boneless mature body into his arms, eagerly kissing her delicate red lips. His disgusting tongue quickly penetrated Zhou Liqi's mouth, stirring and sucking on her tender, slippery little tongue
within the sweet fragrance of the married woman's mouth. Wenlong originally intended to push Zhou Liqi into an empty private room and have sex with her directly. However, upon seeing the thick crystal pillar in the middle of , a crazy idea popped into his head. He and Zhou Liqi twisted and turned, moving to the pillar, conveniently positioned where they couldn't be seen from the private room. Wenlong released Zhou Liqi, pressing her against the pillar with his entire body, and began to fully ravage the beautiful married woman. Zhou Liqi made whimpering sounds, shaking her head from side to side to avoid Wenlong's predatory kisses, naturally relaxing her resistance in other areas. Wenlong's hand reached behind Zhou Liqi, finding the zipper of her dress, and ripped it down. When the cold crystal pillar pressed directly against Zhou Liqi's skin against her back, a sliver of clarity returned to Zhou Liqi's dizzy mind , and she began to violently pound on Wenlong's back.

Wenlong pulled Zhou Liqi's dress up to her waist, kneading it through her silk bra. His right hand easily slipped
inside her panties, covering her mons pubis, his fingers pressing and flicking her clitoris. Zhou Liqi was completely exposed, her legs trembling,
only able to fight back with her tongue, trying to force the little rascal's tongue out of her mouth.

Wenlong was extremely excited. He pulled open her bra with his left hand, completely exposing the married woman's round and firm breasts,
and sucked on them, taking the hard, red nipples into his mouth. He pressed his left hand up to cover Zhou Liqi's
mouth, preventing her from screaming, and with his right middle finger, he parted her thick labia and inserted it into her warm, moist vagina. After a pause,
he hooked his finger and began to tease her.

Soon, the sound of "splish splashing" came from her vagina, and some of her juices
dripped to the ground, while some soaked the base of her black stockings.

"Save me, Dahai...save me, Xiaoqiang..."

Large tears streamed from Zhou Liqi's beautiful eyes, but she couldn't make a sound. The boy's tongue
stimulated her nipples as if it were electrified...

Oh...it's hard, my nipples are hard, how can I have such a reaction? Ah, and fingers, they're touching
there , it feels so good, oh...no, I can't let him know how I feel...oh...but it feels so good
..."

Chapter 707: Zhou Liqi (Part 4)

Zhou Liqi trembled all over, her hands unconsciously tightening around Wenlong's head, which was buried in her chest. Wenlong

looked up at Zhou Liqi's delicate, rosy face. The wife's lips, covered, uttered muffled
moans. Wenlong laughed loudly. He knew that today he would soon be able to enjoy and defile the chaste wife to his heart's content.
He sucked the nipple back into his mouth, his tongue circling around it.

Zhou Liqi was overwhelmed by the sweet sensation in her body. Her engorged clitoris was being rubbed hard, and her vagina
began to contract and tighten. But suddenly, she felt a void as the fingers were pulled out. Zhou Liqi actually felt a little reluctant.

Wenlong held up his wet, semen-covered middle finger in front of Zhou Liqi's eyes and waved it, his mouth on her nipple
as he said in a blurry, flirtatious tone, "Sister Liqi, as expected, your body is fully mature, giving the most genuine and honest reaction, hehehe
..."

Zhou Liqi turned her face away in shame and indignation, her eyes filled with despair. Her body seemed to have stopped functioning.
Wenlong straightened up, his eyes fixed on Zhou Liqi's lifeless eyes, and said ruthlessly, "Sister, don't think
I'm raping you. Although your mind is resisting me, your wanton body likes my
violation . Your wet, horny cunt is also looking forward to the insertion of my big cock. You dressed so provocatively today to
seduce me. When I touched your long legs in the private room, you didn't resist. I touched you and you felt good, didn't you..."

Zhou Liqi shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to refute Wenlong's lewd words, but could only slap him.

Wenlong smeared the semen on Zhou Liqi's high, firm breasts, making them glisten with oil. He continued to torment
the married woman's chaste body: "Sister, look at your hard, red nipples. They've already hardened after just a few sucks. Want
me to lick them a few more times? And this cunt that keeps dripping with lustful fluid, I bet you're feeling empty right now. Want my thick,
hot cock inside you?"

Wenlong endured the throbbing pain in his penis, unwilling to simply insert it like that. He wanted Zhou Liqi to completely
submit , so he used all his willpower to control himself.

Wenlong braced his knees on the inside of Zhou Liqi's thighs and spread them apart. Zhou Liqi's legs were spread wide open, her two
wet labia majora parted and tightly clamped between her strips of panties. The sides of the panties were covered with fluffy pubic hair, which clung wetly
to her labia. Semen continued to seep out from the edges of the panties.

Wenlong didn't tear the silk panties; he simply hooked them open with two fingers,
revealing Zhou Liqi's plump, trembling, and lustful vulva to the lewd man. Zhou
Liqi burst into tears.

Wenlong grasped his penis, pressing the head against the entrance of her vulva, then rubbing it back and forth between the labia, without going any further.
Each time he slid past her engorged clitoris, Zhou Liqi's lower abdomen trembled, and
her flowing down his penis to her two large testicles.

"Sister Liqi, do you want it? Do you want my thick cock inside you? Don't cry, your little vulva is crying too
, it hurts me so much... Listen to your body's needs, don't resist..."

Wenlong gripped the base of his penis and, like striking a wooden fish, slapped the head of his penis against Zhou Liqi's clitoris.

"Ugh... ugh... mmm..."

With such intense stimulation, Zhou Liqi's mind went blank. The pleasure from her clitoris instantly took over
her whole body . A strange feeling seemed to surge out from the depths of her vagina. Zhou Liqi felt as if she was about to cross
a mountain. Her body trembled unconsciously. But Wenlong suddenly stopped tapping and started
sliding on her labia.

"Hahaha, does it feel good? Sister Liqi, you're such a stunning beauty. Don't hold back anymore, this
thirsty body needs my cock to satisfy you. It's thick and hot, it can fill your cunt
completely... If you want it, hold my head with both hands. Look at you, your ass is always sticking up, you want my cock, don't you?"

Zhou Liqi only realized after Wenlong's reminder that her constantly thrusting buttocks were chasing the sliding
penis empty and itchy vagina desperately needed to be filled by a man's thick penis, but the image of her husband and her son's smiling face were
the only remaining forces of resistance, which were slowly fading away. Wenlong, this lewd and disgusting little bastard, began to occupy her mind.

"Mmm..."

Sensing what Zhou Liqi said, Wenlong slightly separated his hands and leaned close to her ear.

"If you want me, then don't torture me anymore. I promise you, just this once..."

Zhou Liqi surrendered, completely letting go of her inhibitions. She spread her legs apart,
turned , and let her hair, which was coiled on her head, fall down, cascading over her honey-colored breasts. With each breath,
her breasts undulated, exuding the alluring and sexy charm of a mature woman, like a wanton harlot.

"No, no, no..."

Wenlong quickly rejected Zhou Liqi's surrender, because what he wanted was to possess, ravage, and
rape this married woman at will anytime, anywhere: "Sister Liqi, you're wrong. I'm not torturing you, and you're not doing me a favor.
You're begging me to fuck you, begging my cock to fuck your cunt, begging my dirty cock to fuck your slutty
, itchy cunt that has never been fucked by any other man..."

"No... Waaah... Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong... Waaah..."

Zhou Liqi sobbed in a low voice.

Wenlong suddenly became very serious, looking at Zhou Liqi: "Sister, it's all your fault for marrying a good-for-nothing, it's all your
fault for having such a seductive body, it's all your fault for being used."

His penis began to slap Zhou Liqi's mons pubis and clitoris again, arousing a spasmodic reaction in her body.

In her confusion, Zhou Liqi didn't grasp the deeper meaning in Wenlong's words. The stimulation in her lower body once again shattered the rationality she
had finally managed to gather. Zhou Liqi's hands trembled as she slowly wrapped around Wenlong's neck...

"So tired, I don't want to hold on anymore, Zhao Dahai, I'm really so tired, I want to relax, I
'm going to cheat on you, Xiaoming, Mom is going to do something wrong, it feels so good, come on, take me...

" "Please... I beg you, put it in... fuck me..."

Wenlong didn't delay any longer. He grabbed Zhou Liqi's slender waist with both hands, and slowly thrust his hips upwards
. His large, smelly penis, fully moistened by Zhou Liqi's vaginal fluids, forced open Zhou Liqi's thick labia: "Sister Liqi,
look down, see how you completed your first affair, look down, look at my cock, it's about to go in
, watch!"

Wenlong growled viciously.

Zhou Liqi looked down in bewilderment as the boy's enormous penis slowly disappeared into her vagina.
Her taut vaginal opening clung tightly to it, swallowing it piece by piece. Her humiliated and ashamed face turned pale
instantly .

The unfamiliar penis mercilessly and completely pierced through the last vestiges of Zhou Liqi's chastity. Her virgin-like, tight passage
was completely filled, and Zhou Liqi felt a tearing pain in her vagina. She had never imagined that a man's penis could be so
huge . The tender flesh folded inside her passage was straightened and flattened by the penis like an iron, and the sensitive nerves within the folds were
ravaged by the bulging veins of the penis.

Zhou Liqi's mind went blank, and she suddenly trembled as if falling from a great height.
It felt as if .

"Hahaha, I've struck gold! She climaxed as soon as I penetrated her, Sister Liqi, you're such a thirsty mature woman! That bastard
Zhao Dahai is no match for you. I'm going to fuck you every day from now on. So tight, this cunt feels so good..."

Massaged by the mature woman's constantly contracting cunt, Wenlong was so comfortable that he forgot himself. He began to
thrust , one hand holding her bouncing, full breasts, the other hooking onto her round, plump buttocks. His penis
slid all the way in with each thrust, enjoying Zhou Liqi's not-yet-fully-developed cunt.

"No... oh... just this once... so deep... how can you insert it so... oh... inside
... so full..."

Zhou Liqi moaned in a daze.

"I won't give up on a beauty like you who climaxes so easily. I'm going to fuck you every day.
How come is so tight, especially inside? Didn't that bastard Zhao Dahai fuck you all the way in? Damn it, what a waste!"

Wenlong panted heavily, resentfully insulting Zhao Dahai. His penis was at the deepest part of her cunt.
Wenlong needed to rest. He hadn't expected Zhou Liqi's cunt to be so tight. Thinking about how he could enjoy
such , Wenlong grinned lewdly. His penis started moving again, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, then three shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust. Wenlong
displayed the intercourse techniques he had learned from countless women.

"Just today... I won't... let you touch... touch me..."

Zhou Liqi closed her eyes, still making futile resistance.

Wenlong grasped Zhou Liqi's high, firm breasts with both hands, pinching and squeezing her red nipples with his thumb and forefinger, twisting and kneading them
. Her shapely, long thighs were spread wide apart, and her round, plump buttocks were squeezed and deformed by the crystal pillar behind her.
His engorged penis began to thrust faster, each stroke of his hot penis roughly penetrating
deep into Zhou Liqi's tender, honeyed vagina.

The sounds of thrusting came from their point of contact, combined with the sounds of flesh colliding,
seemingly trying to drown out the melodious dance music in the dance floor, making the atmosphere even more lewd.

"Oh...so good...I'm coming...what is this feeling, it's coming again...oh...don't stop...
"

Feeling the married woman's vagina begin to pulsate and contract again, Wenlong immediately stopped thrusting, leaving only the head of his penis inside
. Zhou Liqi arched her back, and Wenlong took a step
back , maintaining the state of only the head of his penis remaining inside her vagina, neither penetrating deeper nor withdrawing.

"That feeling is called an orgasm, Sister Liqi. Don't tell me Zhao Dahai never made you orgasm...
Hahaha, I'm the one who makes you feel better, right? Is my dick big? Does your cunt feel good?"

Wenlong suppressed his urge to fuck her hard and continued to train Zhou Liqi.

Chapter 708: Zhou Liqi (5)

"My cunt... isn't horny, really not horny..."

Zhou Liqi retorted incoherently, which made Wenlong chuckle and reward him by thrusting in hard.

"Oh... feels good, come in, come in... don't torture me... don't stop... it hurts so much... thrust into me a few more times
..."

Zhou Liqi hit Wenlong's chest, and this patting was no longer the resistance at the beginning, but had a hint of
coquetry .

"I don't want to fuck anymore. Sister only lets me fuck once, it's so boring. I'm going crazy thinking about your cunt
. I really want to fuck you hard like this... hard, hard... hard..."

Every time Wenlong said "hard," he thrust in deeply with all his might. After speaking, he remained still.

"Ah... so good, so good... these few thrusts feel so good... it feels so good..."

Noticing that the boy had stopped thrusting, Zhou Liqi hugged Wenlong tightly and said in a slightly sharp voice in his ear:
"Fuck me, I'll let you fuck me all the time, I'll let you fuck me every day, my cunt will be yours to fuck from now on..."

Wenlong started moving with all his might with satisfaction, his penis going in and out completely. Each thrust hit the
deepest part of her cunt, the cervix. Zhou Liqi had never known that men's things could be so different.
Zhou Liqi felt the boy in front of her becoming blurry, her mind wandering. Her burning vagina seemed to be melting, and her breasts
were also ignited by lust, bouncing happily on her chest.

"Fuck me... I'll let you fuck me every day, fuck me however you want, I want to be your woman... harder..."

Wenlong increased the speed of his thrusting again, his penis trembling slightly: "Slut, does it feel good when I fuck you?
Is my cock big? How's your bastard husband's cock?"

"So good... yours is big, your cock... so big, bigger than Ahai's... fuck all the way in, your
cock is all the way in..." Zhou Liqi also went crazy, her whole body was occupied by desire, she could only feel the big, hot penis

inside her vagina that brought her a strange and comfortable feeling... so that feeling was an orgasm.

"So good, faster, husband, this wild man is so good at fucking me, I'm about to experience
an orgasm you've never given me before, his cock seems to have gotten bigger again, oh, is he going to cum? Husband, this little bastard's
semen is going to shoot into your wife's pure womb... oh, no longer pure...

"Sister Liqi, you're so horny, I love it, I'm going to cum... you slut, I'm going to cum inside your cunt,
you slut, get ready to receive my seed..."

Wenlong's eyes were bloodshot, his cock thrusting wildly, as if trying to squeeze his entire cock into Zhou Liqi's
vagina.

"Shoot it in, shoot it all into the slut's cunt, I'll get you pregnant, quick... ah... ah ah..."

A violent orgasm swept over Zhou Liqi's entire body, Zhou Liqi's whole body convulsed uncontrollably, gushing out
streams of vaginal fluid from her uterus, and Wenlong's glans also opened, the thick, hot semen he had been holding back for so long actually pushed Zhou Liqi
's vaginal fluid back into her uterus.

The scalding hot, mixed vaginal fluids slapped against the uterine wall, causing Zhou Liqi's eyes to roll back in her head. Exhausted, she
slumped against the crystal pillar. As the frenzied desire subsided, reason returned to Zhou Liqi's mind. The married woman
wept softly, deeply regretting her infidelity.

Wenlong, panting heavily, looked at the young woman he had just finished with, her vagina
overflowing with vaginal fluids, and laughed: "Sis, get up and go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You don't want Zhao Dahai to see you
like , do you... Hehehe, I never thought your vagina was so tight. Don't cry..."

Wenlong reached out and pulled Zhou Liqi, comforting her: "Come to my office in a few days to pick up your license. Don't cry."

Watching Zhou Liqi walk awkwardly towards the bathroom, Wenlong quickly tidied his
clothes , making sure there were no flaws, then clapped his hands and laughed as he returned to the private room.

Two stories unfold, each telling its own tale. Sang Yuchen didn't know how she spent the entire afternoon; her mind
was a jumbled mess.

That evening, recalling the scene in the hallway, she could hardly believe it was real. She only knew Wenlong
as a mischievous boy who often flirted with female students, but he had always been respectful towards her. She never
imagined would flirt with her today, and she was powerless to stop him. If the students found out,
how could she be a teacher?

She'd lose all authority! Even if her son, Sun Kai, found out, it wouldn't be good either.

Since the school board still trusts her and allows her to continue as vice principal in charge of military training, and
the military training parade is the day after tomorrow, with rehearsal tomorrow afternoon, Sang Yuchen hasn't been home for the past two weeks. Aside from
receiving the notification that her husband was under investigation, she went home to pack her things and cried with her son for two days. She's still staying in
the teachers' . Normally, directors and above have their own dormitories, but after the investigation and reporting
, they're strictly adhering to the standard of two people per dormitory. She asked her good friend, the senior teacher Xu, who's also the grade leader, to come and
share a dormitory with her. Anyway, she only stays at school when she's on duty, while Xu stays more often
.

Even with only a thin blanket, Sang Yuchen still feels restless and unbearable. The more agitated she became, the less she could sleep.
She lay awake in the darkness, tossing and turning, her mind filled with the events of the day: Wenlong's lewd
harassment , her boyfriend's weakness and indifference, Qin Zhengren's lustful gaze… All of it was mixed together,
like a tangled mess, impossible to unravel. For a naive 23-year-old girl, so inexperienced in the ways of the world, this sudden
turn was a devastating blow.

Xu Jie on the bed next to her was already snoring softly, fast asleep, but Sang Yuchen couldn't fall asleep at all.

Her chaotic mind was filled with wild thoughts. At first, she felt some
sadness but strangely, she didn't feel particularly heartbroken. Instead, the image of Wenlong, that bad boy, occupied
more space in her mind. The image of that dull, weak man gradually blurred, while the
image of that irreverent, unruly, and irresponsible bad boy, handsome beyond compare,
became clearer and clearer...

"He's only 16, and he's already acting so bold, blatant, and unscrupulous in front of women.
What will become of him when he enters society? I wonder how many girls he'll ruin... But...
why do I actually like his boldness and blatantness? Shouldn't a real man be this brave? At least he's much better than my son
, Sun Kai ... Damn it! What's wrong with me? He's just a little hooligan, a bad boy and a big pervert. How can I
compare my precious son to him? My husband, Sun Liyong, loves me, but he's too academic in that area. But I
can't blame him... Sigh... Old Sun has always been straightforward and doesn't understand romance at all. He's not good at flirting.
Nobody's perfect... Old Sun, how are you now? You're not really in trouble, are you? If you go to jail,
how will Xiao Kai and I survive?" Sang Yuchen turned over, the thin blanket almost kicked to her feet,
most of her body exposed, but she still felt hot.

"No... That scoundrel humiliated me like that in public. No one else can control him, but I have to find
a way to teach him a lesson. I can't let him continue like this... It's too much... Saying those things
wasn't enough, he even dared... dared to kiss my ear..." Thinking of
the ear that had once been kissed by that bad boy, Sang Yuchen subconsciously reached out and pinched her earlobe. The earlobe was cool, smooth, and soft, like
a marshmallow. As her fingers kneaded her earlobe, she inexplicably recalled
the tingling, itchy electric current she felt when it was sucked into the boy's lips...

That feeling was so wonderful; deep in her memory, that almost forgotten pleasure seemed to be instantly awakened
. Since breaking up with her first love, Sang Yuchen hadn't experienced the pleasure of sex for several years.

Her marital life with Sun Liyong was already quite ordinary, but after giving birth to Sun Kai, it became even more perfunctory.
Sun Liyong could still put in the effort as usual, but she always felt it was just so-so. She didn't know if it was because Sun's penis
was too thin and short, or if her vagina had become looser after childbirth, but she had lost all passion
. For a woman who had reached full physical maturity, these past years were truly unbearable. After
Sun Liyong became mayor, he was busy with official duties, flying domestically and internationally. On the surface, it seemed fine, but only Sang
Yuchen knew the countless sleepless nights of anguish and torment she endured.

This time, Sun Liyong returned from a month-long overseas inspection trip only to be placed under investigation. Although her husband's penis had become thinner...
It was a bit short, but at least before there was still some thought. Now, that thought was completely gone, and
there was no hope . The desire that Wenlong's teasing that morning had awakened made Sang Yuchen even hotter. She really wanted to
take off all her pajamas and take a cold shower. Behind her, Sister Xu's snoring rose and fell evenly,
not , but like rolling thunder, hitting Sang Yuchen's eardrums. The fingers that were kneading her earlobe slowly slid
to the front of her pajamas. The two buttons at the front of her chest were unbuttoned, and her full, swollen breasts were freed from the buttons, stretching
the neckline of the pajamas wide open.

Sang Yuchen closed her eyes tightly, trembling as she reached her small hand into her pajamas, cupped one breast in her palm,
pinched the nipple between two fingers, and gently kneaded it...

"Mmm... mmm..." The extremely soft moans from her nose told of the beautiful female teacher's inner
torment . Sang Yuchen rarely masturbated before. As a pure and virtuous wife and the mayor's wife, she considered masturbation a very dirty
act . Although her husband, Sun Liyong, couldn't give her any passion, it was better than nothing. She also shifted her energy to
her school management work, and gradually suppressed her physical desires.

Chapter 709: Sun Kai Fighting Tonight, she didn't know what was wrong with her, but the heat spreading from within her
made her especially eager to soothe her restless body. Unconsciously, her breasts had been kneaded all over, but the more
she rubbed them, the stronger the soreness became. Sang Yuchen, her mouth dry, breathed rapidly with her mouth slightly open.
One hand continued to rub her breasts, while the other hand reached into her pajama bottoms...

"Oh... I want to kiss... I want Old Sun... um... um..." Her fingers, inside her underwear,
parted her pubic hair and searched for the small bud hidden in her groin, pressing and rubbing it with her fingertips. Her lips
were already moist, the sticky fluid smeared on her clitoris, and her fingertips, nourished by the slippery love juice,
drew circles faster and faster. A wave of pleasurable sensation surged through her body, one stronger than the next, almost uncontrollable.
That long-lost pleasure seemed
even more intense than the beautiful memories of the past that had gradually faded from her mind. At this moment, the woman, slightly dizzy from the pleasure, was completely unaware that she wasn't
fantasizing about her husband, Sun Liyong, but rather a handsome
face with a sly, mischievous smile…

Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, and her moans grew louder and louder without her realizing it. Just before the climax
, Sang Yuchen, lost in ecstasy, was startled awake by Sister Xu's question: "Yuchen...you...
what's wrong?"

"Ah? Oh...I...I just...just had a nightmare...it's nothing...phew..."
Suddenly jolted back to reality from the hallucination of pleasure, Sang Yuchen hurriedly pulled the blanket over herself, glanced at Sister Xu, and
answered, feigning composure.

"Oh...a nightmare...it's good that you're alright. I just turned over and vaguely heard you saying
something faster, faster,' I thought you weren't feeling well, it scared me to death...go back to sleep...ah..." Sister Xu
yawned and turned away.

Sang Yuchen, drenched in a cold sweat, her heart pounding, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gripped
the blanket tightly, and lay motionless, afraid to move again. The darkness in the room concealed
the embarrassment of her pretty face turning red to her ears, but it couldn't hide the restless heart that was hanging in mid-air...

At this moment, a few students were having a late-night snack at the Dicos restaurant on campus and casually started talking about Principal Sang.

"You mean Teacher Sang?" Zhang Ke's eyes were very flippant. "She's
the goddess Not only is she dignified and beautiful, but she also teaches well. She should be an actress, but she's lucky to have become
a teacher in our school. Now she's just a vice principal, which isn't very interesting."

Zhou Shuai picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. "Judging from the way you looked in her class, I knew you had something on your mind..."
He swallowed the food and continued, "There are tons of guys chasing after Teacher Sang. Among the older men, there are school leaders and teachers; among the students
, there are all kinds, from seventh graders to twelfth graders. And there are outsiders too, there are too many." He then reminded him, "Don't
have unrealistic ideas. She's our mayor's wife and our vice principal.
It's free to fantasize in your head, but don't actually do anything."

"Tch, what could I possibly do? I'm just gossiping with a smile."

"I'm just warning you, she's not interested in kids like us. There are tons of
boys The class representative once tripped and fell on his way to the office with his homework; the notebooks
scattered, and little notes inside fluttered down like snowflakes, all sorts of things written on them—it was so cheesy!" "

Hasn't she been particularly nice to anyone?"

"Yes, Wenlong!" Zhang Ke started gossiping about the legendary teacher-student romance: "
Everyone knows Wenlong loves Teacher Sang. This morning after class, Wenlong was seen hugging Teacher Sang in the hallway.
Whether some say they did, some say they didn't…"

"Bullshit! You're all talking nonsense!" Sun Kai suddenly burst in, lunging at Zhang Ke and starting a fight. Luckily,
Zhou Shuai and a few other students pulled them apart and dragged Zhang Ke away.

Sun Kai, clutching the bruises on his face, couldn't bear the suspicion and torment in his heart any longer. In desperation, he
dialed his mother's number. After several rings, it connected…

“…Hello…, yawn, Xiao…Xiao Kai?” His mother, Sang Yuchen's, languid voice came from the other end of the line
.

“Hello, hello…, so late…”

“What are you doing? Hello… is there something urgent? yawn…”

Hearing his mother's normal tone, indicating she had just
been woken , and sensing his mother's displeasure, Sun Kai's anxious heart finally settled.

“Oh?…yawn…, when did you get through…”

“Huh? Where did I dial?”

“Oh, is this Mom? Oh, I probably didn't put my phone away properly, I was half asleep and accidentally bumped into
it and dialed you…”

“I'm sorry…”

“Oh, go back to sleep…” Perhaps too tired, Sang Yuchen didn't think much of it and quickly hung
up .

...

She didn't know how much time had passed before Sang Yuchen finally fell asleep just before dawn. She was woken up by Sister Xu in the morning. Sang
Yuchen felt dizzy and lightheaded. She had many classes during the day and a rehearsal to organize in the afternoon, so she had to get up again.
After taking a shower, she felt much refreshed. Sister Xu had already gone to the cafeteria, leaving Sang Yuchen alone in the room
to change.

The uniform skirt suits for teachers are mandatory; the school has regulations requiring both students and teachers to wear
the same attire. The grey suit skirt was a nice style, fit well, and made her look instantly sharp and
capable—Sang Yuchen liked it very much. As for the rest of the outfit, the school didn't have strict rules; shirts, shoes, and socks
were left to the teachers to choose themselves.

After showering, Sang Yuchen had already put on a set of underwear and done some simple makeup. She opened her wardrobe,
intending to find a pair of stockings to change into. The underwear drawer was overflowing with various types of underwear and stockings.
Always very conscious of her appearance, Sang Yuchen, more so than most women, cared about the quality of her underwear.

She picked up a pair of black stockings, suddenly remembering what Wenlong had whispered in her ear, and
froze .

"He said he likes seeing me in black stockings, humph... you little rascal, so young and already staring at
what kind of stockings women wear, your head is full of lewd thoughts... You like it? I'll just not wear them for you to see..." Thinking
this , Sang Yuchen took off the black stockings and put on a pair of flesh-colored ones. Her legs, now in stockings, were straight, long,
white, and shapely; she liked them herself.

"Don't think that little rascal likes them, any man would, humph..." Feeling pleased with herself, Sang Yuchen
admired her beautiful legs for a while, then picked out a fuchsia shirt and put on her uniform skirt. Dressed and ready,
she stood in front of the mirror, twisting her body from side to side to look at herself. The beauty in the mirror was so stunning and
radiant.

Suddenly, Sang Yuchen noticed a faint mark left by her underwear on the back of her skirt, near the peak of her buttocks.
Actually , Sang Yuchen, who pays great attention to her appearance, knows that she should wear thongs with tight-fitting dresses, and she does indeed have several thongs of various colors in her
wardrobe , but she doesn't really like wearing them. That narrow
strip of fabric is uncomfortable, digging into the tender flesh of her vulva; her buttocks are completely uncovered, almost as if she's not wearing underwear at all.

Besides, she wears the same dress every day, and it would be really uncomfortable to wear uncomfortable thongs every day
, so she usually wears regular underwear. Even "regular" is actually quite narrow;
to avoid leaving marks on the back of her skirts, her most comfortable cotton underwear has basically disappeared from her wardrobe, and
most of her underwear is thin Lycra or lace. She had noticed before that there were often
panty , but firstly, they weren't obvious, and secondly, it was mostly when she was with teenagers who didn't understand,
so she didn't think it was a problem. But today, when Sang Yuchen saw the pantyhose mark on the back of her skirt, she suddenly
felt it was very unsightly. The more she looked at it, the more awkward she felt, and the more irritating it seemed.

"Have I gained weight recently? Has my butt gotten bigger? Or has my skirt shrunk and become too small?" Sang Yuchen muttered to
herself , while Wenlong's whispered words echoed in her ears again: "...Your pantyhose style... seems a bit
conservative. You should probably wear a thong next time, otherwise there will be a mark on the back, and when you're writing on the blackboard in class, it will make us
have all sorts of fantasies and lose our minds..."

"That bad boy, that little hooligan, he's always staring at what kind of stockings I'm wearing, or he's always looking at my
butt . What a lewd guy..." Although she thought this angrily, Sang Yuchen hesitated: "It seems that
these teenagers are not little kids anymore. If that little hooligan noticed it, others will
notice it too, right? That wouldn't be good..." The thought of dozens of eyes staring at the pantyhose mark
on her more and more embarrassed, and Sang Yuchen couldn't help but feel ashamed and
embarrassed. She hurriedly took off her skirt and underwear, found a black lace thong and changed...

Meanwhile, on one side of the story, Sang Yuchen hadn't slept well all night, and on the other side, Wenlong hadn't slept at all either.

They had gone their separate ways after leaving the dance hall, and Wenlong was already at his doorstep when his phone rang urgently.
It was Su Xiu'e calling: The old lady had an accident!

"A stroke patient, paralyzed, unconscious," Wenlong hurriedly replied, having already ascertained the situation in the car. He rushed over
without stopping Xue'er had taken leave after receiving a call from her mother, but Yang Xueru was in the capital on business, and
Yang Xiaoqiang's phone was unreachable. He should have come with him from the dance hall earlier.

Chapter 710: Nurse Su Xiu'e deftly pushed in a mobile bed, and Wenlong placed the old lady on it. Before
the nurse could speak, he said to Su Xiu'e, "Aunt Su, you and Xue'er stay here, I'll go handle the formalities."

"Here's the money..." Before Su Xiu'e could take out the money, Wenlong had already walked away.

"I have it." His voice carried from afar, moving Su Xiu'e and her daughter deeply.

Wenlong easily completed the formalities and paid a deposit of 10,000 yuan.

After finishing these matters, Wenlong called Yang Xueru to tell her about tonight's events and
the old lady 's condition, which seemed quite serious. She happened to be in the capital, so it would be best if she and her older brother, Yang Liwen, came together.

With everything settled, Wenlong went outside to buy two cups of hot milk tea before heading to the emergency room.

The old lady had already been taken into the emergency room. Su Xiu'e and her daughter sat on a bench outside, seemingly lost and
pale. The pitiful expressions of the two beauties stirred Wenlong's pity.

When Su Xiu'e and her daughter saw Wenlong arrive, they seemed to have found their pillar of support, and their expressions relaxed
somewhat . Su Xiu'e even unconsciously moved to the side, making
room for Wenlong between her and Xue'er.

"How is she?" Wenlong asked, sitting between the mother and daughter, casually handing the milk tea to Xue'er on his left.

Xue'er hesitated for a moment before taking it. In her eyes, this classmate and good friend, Brother Long, was
the best person to her and her mother, even better than her father, Yang Liwu, and aunt, Yang Xueru.

"I don't know, the doctor is still inside performing emergency treatment," Su Xiu'e said with a worried expression.
She shook her head when she saw the milk tea Wenlong offered.

Wenlong grabbed the woman's soft hand and forcefully placed the steaming milk tea into her hand.

"The elderly person's health is very important, but you also need to take care of yourself
. If you catch a cold, who will take care of the elderly person and Xue'er?"

Wenlong spoke as if he were talking to an equal, not treating her like an outsider at all. Xue'er
nodded while drinking her milk tea, agreeing with Wenlong's words.

These words, however, evoked a different feeling in Su Xiu'e. She, a woman who had
lived a life of luxury for twenty years, had suddenly lost her pillar of support; her husband, Yang Liwu, was in jail. She had been struggling to support the
family all these days, and no one had ever shown her any kindness or concern. Although Wenlong's words were a bit domineering...
Yet, this gave the beautiful woman a feeling she had never experienced before—a feeling of being cared for and protected.

Being surrounded by his presence, being protected by him, felt truly wonderful.

Looking at the handsome young man before her, Su Xiu'e felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and tears
welled Forgetting that her daughter was still beside her, she hugged Wenlong's strong shoulders and began to sob softly.

Her sobs were gentle and melodious, as if she wanted to release all the hardships and grievances of the past few days. The humiliation she had suffered at the hands of this little
rascal was completely forgotten.

Seeing her mother crying so bitterly, Xue'er, for some reason, also became sad, hugging Wenlong's
arm and silently shedding tears as well.

Wenlong knew that Su Xiu'e had suffered terribly these past few days. A woman, raising her children, caring for her mother-in-law, even
having her house confiscated—those who had been bullied by Yang Liwu before wanted to add fuel to the fire and kick her while she was down. She had endured
countless grievances and scornful looks. Crying might make him feel better, so
he grabbed embraced the two fragrant beauties, letting them sob uncontrollably in his arms.

Luckily, there was no one else outside the emergency room at that moment; if anyone had seen Wenlong being held and cried by two delicate
beauties , countless men would have been envious.

After crying for a while, Su Xiu'e finally stopped, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked up at
Wenlong, saying rather apologetically, "I'm sorry..." A few glistening tears still clung to her smooth, fair face, her long eyelashes
were wet with tears, her eyes were red, and her delicate lips were tightly pursed. The sight of her tear-streaked face was
simply breathtaking.

Wenlong shook his head, reached out and wiped the tears from the beautiful woman's face, then inserted the straw into her cup for her.

Although Su Xiu'e's fair face flushed slightly, she remained motionless, like a docile young wife
, accepting Wenlong's delicate and gentle actions. Her heart was filled with shy blush, like Zhuo Wenjun after her remarriage,
her face radiant with springtime joy.

Xue'er, watching from the side, felt a pang of jealousy, thinking, "Brother Wenlong only wipes Mom's tears, he doesn't even wipe mine! Humph ,
what a biased brother!" She then saw Su Xiu'e leaning against Wenlong, her large, heaving breasts pressed tightly
against his body. She quickly grabbed Wenlong's arm and placed it between her legs, thinking, "
When I grow up, I'll definitely be bigger than Mom's grandmother!"

She wondered what Su Xiu'e would think if she knew her daughter's thoughts.

Wenlong, however, was enjoying the company of two women, truly blessed. Su Xiu'e's large, plump breasts
pressed tightly against his right chest, rising and falling, the flesh contracting and squeezing against him—an indescribable
pleasure that was simply exhilarating.

The pretty young Xue'er went even further, placing her arm between her breasts.
Although they weren't as large as her mother's yet, they were still impressive, even more so than some adult
women . Her breasts were like two large, firm steamed buns.
The moment Wenlong's arm touched them, they trembled slightly, as if trying to bounce him away. Their
elasticity was astonishing.

Xue'er herself was also feeling her heart pounding from the pressure and heat of Wenlong's arm. With his arm
pressing against her, she felt as if she were drunk, her whole body burning with heat. This heat flowed down
her breasts, reaching her most intimate area. It felt as if an invisible mouth
was blowing hot air into her secret garden; if she weren't sitting in a chair, her lower body would have been completely numb.

Her mind went blank, drifting aimlessly. She only knew to look at Wenlong beside her, forever intoxicated by his warm
smile…

After nearly half an hour, the emergency room door finally opened. Su Xiu'e and her daughter hurriedly got up from Wenlong's body
, wiping away their tears. Su Xiu'e possessed a mature yet delicate beauty, while Xue'er exuded youthful shyness; one was
as voluptuous and graceful as a peony, the other as elegant and poised as a lotus.

The mother and daughter, along with Wenlong, quickly stood up and asked the doctor who had come out, "How is it?"

The lead doctor sighed, "The patient's blood clot was very serious. He's regained consciousness now, but
..."

"But what?" Su Xiu'e and Xue'er's faces changed upon hearing this.

"But judging from the current situation, at most... a week. You should prepare yourselves!
Do you want to be transferred to the inpatient department or go home?" The middle-aged doctor asked in great detail. Generally, for
patients with no hope, many families would choose to go home to see their loved ones one last time.

"No, we'll stay in the hospital. We can't give up even if there's just a sliver of hope. Please, doctor!" Su Xiu'e's
choice was unwavering, earning Wenlong's nods of approval. Hospitalization meant a huge expense
for , and there was no hope. Yet Su Xiu'e still chose to do it; she truly was a
loyal and devoted daughter-in-law. Such a woman was incredibly rare.

The doctor also nodded, giving Su Xiu'e an approving look.

After arranging the ward, the old woman fell into a deep sleep, and the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief. The ward was a double room,
but there were no other patients, so Su Xiu'e refused Wenlong's suggestion to drive her home, saying that she and her daughter
could squeeze into the bed next to her for the night.

Wenlong nodded, not insisting.

"What about you, Brother Wenlong?" Xue'er thought to herself, "Brother Wenlong won't sleep here with us, will
he?" The thought of the word "sleep" made the little girl's face flush red, and her heart pounded.

"Hehe, my aunt's house is near the hospital, how could I not have a place to stay!" Wenlong patted Xue'er's
head, and the little girl seemed to enjoy the touch.

"Then you should go back and rest, thank you so much for today!" Su Xiu'e had also thought of this,
smiled at Wenlong, and said the words of gratitude that had been on her mind for a long time.

"Aunt Su, you're too kind. I'm the one who feels embarrassed. My aunt's house really doesn't have any extra
space, otherwise you could stay at my house..." Wenlong was a little embarrassed, as four people were already
staying .

Su Xiu'e tucked the blanket around the old woman, "Wenlong, what are you saying? You've already troubled me enough, how
could I trouble your aunt? You should go back now."

Wenlong looked at his watch, it was past eleven o'clock, so he didn't say anything more, pushed Su Xiu'e and her daughter, who insisted on seeing him off,
into the room, closed the door, and then left.

Su Xiu'e and Xue'er sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the old woman on the hospital bed. They leaned against each other, neither of them speaking.

Su Xiu'e thought of all the help Wenlong had given her during this time. Her house had been confiscated, her property seized,
and almost every time she faced difficulties, Wenlong had helped her. Tonight, he had even paid her
hospital deposit. This kindness was something the woman didn't know how to repay.

The beautiful woman suddenly remembered the humiliation and assault Wenlong had committed against her in the past. Her past resentment had long since vanished.
She recalled how he had touched her at the stairwell of the teaching building that morning, and how it had made her dizzy. She thought to herself that she was "so old,"
yet she still attracted such infatuation from this young man. Sigh, if he really was infatuated with her body,
then she would…

Just as she was thinking this, the door suddenly opened, and Wenlong walked in again, carrying a plastic bag.

He smiled and said to the puzzled mother and daughter, "I went outside and bought some porridge. If the old lady wakes up and is hungry,
Xue'er, you can take it to the nurses' station and heat it up. There's a microwave there."

Xue'er nodded obediently.

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