[Unavoidable Circumstances] (Chapters 21-23) Author: Ananda in Tears

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Author: Ananda in Tears
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Chapter Twenty-One: A Ridiculous Promise

The night wind was quite chilly, and Le Yang had to wrap his clothes tighter and zip them up. Fortunately,
after the seemingly dilapidated "antique" successfully started, the damage was not bad, and everything was normal. He casually patted
the dust accumulated on the seat, plopped down, and drove towards Fengzhuang Road under the dim streetlights.

As they passed through those bustling areas, the lights of the high-rise buildings shone brightly all night, and some
taxis drove by on the road. Sparse, indistinct people walked on the sidewalks, and
the entrances of the 24-hour hotels were filled with beautiful cars and ordinary taxis. Women, heavily
made up and dressed in brightly colored, eye-catching clothes, stepped out of cars, gracefully lifting the hems of their long skirts.
Accompanied by attentive men, they walked like pampered princesses into the brightly lit hotel lobby.
A few drunkards swayed out in twos and threes, helping each other amicably into
one of the cars, disappearing into the darkness with the roar of the engine… It was as if, there, the night in
Shanghai never slept. My aunt's house was on the outskirts of the city. Leyang had never
been to these places late at night, and had never felt this way before: this city was rife with layers of unfathomable
undercurrents, decadent yet turbulent.

The closer he got to Fengzhuang Road Bridge, the more desolate it felt, as if it were an abandoned corner. Leyang
slowed down and began scanning left and right. Luckily, there was hardly anyone around. He easily
spotted Shui'er in the shadow of a bush beside the sidewalk: she was crouching there, curled up with her head down. When she heard
the motorcycle, she raised her pale face, looking like a frightened stray kitten. She just
looked up alertly without saying a word until Leyang pulled down his jacket hood and called out, "Shui'er."
Only then did she stand up from the shadows and stagger towards the motorcycle. Her colorful striped skirt spread out
under , like a vibrant yet decadent butterfly, and she carried a small, delicate orange
handbag.

"Come on, get on!" Leyang pulled the motorcycle over, and Shui'er slid her bottom onto it.

They didn't speak much the whole way, only the whooshing sound of the wind in their ears. "What's Yang Yanqin doing?" About
halfway there, he asked Shui'er in a very casual tone.

“She didn’t do business today,” Shui’er replied, wrapping her arms around Le Yang’s waist from behind and
resting her head on his shoulder. “Why are you asking about this?” she asked curiously.

“Uh…” He just wanted to know what Yang Yanqin was doing, and hearing Shui’er say this made him a little happy.
He began to think, in a misplaced sense, that this was all for his sake. “Nothing, just asking!” he said guiltily.

“You’re not thinking about her, are you?” Shui’er teased playfully.

“Not yet, don’t talk nonsense.” He panicked and said something he didn’t mean.

“Hehe, so that’s an admission, right? So, how far have you gone?” she asked again.

Le Yang didn’t want to talk about this anymore and remained silent, but he increased his pace considerably. Shui’er hugged him tighter and tighter from behind, her two soft mounds of flesh pressed against his body through his clothes, warming
his back . “You’re so sweet, so late at night, in this chilly weather…” Shui’er murmured. "What did you say?!" Leyang shouted, the engine's whirring and the wind howling drowning delicate voice. He couldn't hear her and had to slow down. "I said! You—are—so—good!" Shui'er craned her neck, reaching her ear to shout, then pressed her cheek against his shoulder. Leyang's ears were ringing from the noise. He lost his focus, and the front wheel veered off course and crashed into the sidewalk. "Damn it!" He swerved the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding a lamppost, breaking out in a cold sweat. "Haven't ridden in a long time, I've lost my feel for it!" he said, assuming Shui'er was also quite frightened. There was a hint of shame in his voice. "I'm asking you, what did you mean last night?" Shui'er was unconcerned, completely ignoring what he was saying. "What? What did I mean?" This time he learned his lesson, staring intently ahead. "Who...who pinched my butt!" Shui'er screamed, shaking her head. "Don't tell me you don't admit it, I remember it perfectly clearly!" "Hehe..." He chuckled dryly, leaving no room for argument. "We're almost there!" He could see , and he tried to steer the conversation away from there. "I know, I know you're a bad guy," Shui'er pressed on, "a super- super-bad guy!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, her high-pitched voice carrying through the night. "Shh—" This shout made Le Yang's heart race with anxiety. "Are you afraid the police won't hear you?" "What are you afraid of? You just pinched a girl's butt, and the police are going to arrest you?" Shui'er said, her voice noticeably softer, but with a playful undertone. "You didn't rape anyone, why are you so worked up?" "Haven't you heard that molesting women is a crime? I admit I'm a bad guy, but please, don't shout so loudly, okay? Grandma!" He was genuinely afraid of attracting the attention of the night patrol police. Shui'er burst into laughter behind him, her cheerful laughter clear and melodious. If anyone saw them, they would surely think they were a couple returning home late at night! The outline of the house where his aunt lived gradually became clearer. "I say, you bad guy, how do you want me to repay you!" Shui'er said, and he could tell she was joking. "I don't have any demands. If you insist on repaying me, hehe," he chuckled as he stopped the car at the entrance of the building, "If you really want to repay me, I'd be happy to offer myself to you!" He turned to her as she jumped , slapping her bottom on the ground with a "plop, plop" sound. "You wish! I'd rather stay in a hotel; it'd be cheaper to make a sale..." Shui'er dusted off her backside and turned around. Leyang had already pushed his motorcycle to the door and was taking out his keys from his pocket. It was unclear whether he hadn't heard her or didn't care. Shui'er glanced behind her; the distant lights were unsettlingly dim. She quickly ran towards Leyang , her high heels clicking loudly on the floor tiles. " Why did you close the door?" Shui'er asked in surprise. Leyang pushed the motorcycle into the living room and turned around...

He burst through the door.

"Let's go to bed!" Leyang headed upstairs. "My aunt went to her daughter's house, and the room's empty
. You're so lucky!" he explained as he went upstairs, and Shui'er had no choice but to follow.

"But...but..." Shui'er gasped. Leyang walked fast, and she was struggling to keep up. By the time she
reached the door, she was already out of breath. "Didn't you say you'd repay me with your body? Since we're acquaintances, I'll give you a 50% discount,
three hundred . How about that?" Shui'er watched him insert the key into the lock.

Leyang's hand trembled slightly. This price was very low according to the standards Sasha had mentioned for overnight companionship,
but he was indeed short more than twenty yuan. So, although he felt regretful, he pretended to be calm and
opened the door.

"How was it?" Shui'er asked with a smile when the man hadn't answered. "Ah—" The living room light had just
been turned on when she screamed and jumped behind Le Yang, grabbing his arm tightly and hiding behind him, her face full of terror.
She pointed towards the kitchen and stammered, "Old...rat!"

Le Yang looked in the direction she was pointing. Two rats, one after the other, were frantically
climbing up the gas pipe, chirping, and crawling out of the vent, leaving only the fan slowly turning.
"Look at you! Those rats were having a love affair, and you ruined their good time. And you haven't even been blamed yet!" He
laughed , glanced at Shui'er, and led her towards his aunt's bedroom. Le Yang couldn't understand: she
could stay in that kind of chaotic place for two or three hours, but she was afraid of rats.

Le Yang was about to step inside and turn on the light when Shui'er grabbed his other arm, making it impossible for him to move. "I don't want
to sleep here alone! No!" Shui'er shook his arm and started to whine.

"But there are rats downstairs too!" Le Yang was telling the truth. "There are even more rats downstairs than on the second floor,
you know!" He spread his hands helplessly. Winnie used to say that rats would crawl up from the sewers, but he never
believed her until he saw it himself several times.

"You're not going to make me sleep alone downstairs, are you?..." Shui'er's eyes were still filled with fear.
"You're so heartless!" She looked like she was about to cry.

"I have to be heartless! I can't sleep with you. What if I can't resist? I really
can't afford three hundred yuan," Le Yang said, his face flushed. It was so embarrassing that he couldn't even afford three hundred yuan. "I know,
it's already very low..." he muttered softly.

"Haha, you're still thinking about that!" Shui'er laughed, revealing two rows of white teeth.
"How about this, you take pity on me and sleep in the same bed with me. If you make the first move, you pay; if not, you
owe me. If I make the first move, it's free. What do you say?" She swayed her upper body, speaking with a mixture of unease and
cuteness , pretending to think seriously.

"That's the only way!" Le Yang said helplessly. Actually, he was hoping for the same thing, even though, as far as he knew,
the probability of a woman taking the initiative was very small, but the possibility still existed. Chapter Twenty-Two: Shui'er's Restlessness
Perhaps

to show how seriously she took that ridiculous agreement, Shui'er didn't take off her skirt before getting into
bed , maintaining a proper distance from him.

Sleeping in Winnie's bed with a strange woman was already the second time, but he
felt excited. Perhaps it was this agreement that had inexplicably turned the whole thing into a humorous challenge.

After turning off the lights, Leyang began to lurk in the darkness like a patient hunter, hoping for a miracle
... Ironically—looking back later—he didn't even know how he had fallen asleep; it seemed
there wasn't a clear boundary between wakefulness and sleep.

When Leyang woke up again, the room was pitch black. After a few seconds, he realized there
was a hand inside his underwear—it was this hand that had woken him; a warm palm was covering his
sleeping penis and scrotum.

Leyang felt a surge of secret joy—he couldn't resist after all; it had nothing to do with him—they had
an agreement anyway. Leyang thought for a moment and decided it was best not to move.

But Shui'er's reaction disappointed him. He had expected her to slowly caress or gently
press something, but she didn't—Shui'er's palm just lay there, motionless. It was Le Yang
himself , or rather, his manhood, that couldn't be controlled. It stretched restlessly in the woman's palm,
slowly pushing against her soft hand, growing larger and larger…

"Eh…" Shui'er murmured softly behind him, her voice still heavy with sleep,
but her hand darted out of her underwear in a panic, quickly retreating behind him.

It seemed he was just daydreaming; Shui'er hadn't done it intentionally at all. She had simply touched him
unintentionally , perhaps out of a long-standing habit.
Just as Le Yang was feeling disappointed, he felt Shui'er stir, as if she were sitting up to check the time on her phone. She moved slightly, then
lay back down behind him, maintaining the previous distance. But this time, there was no even breathing,
not even a soft breath; it was as if she was deliberately holding her breath.

Shui'er definitely wasn't asleep, he thought. She might be feeling ashamed and remorseful for her unintentional actions,
or perhaps she was simply wondering if the erection was intentional on the man's part. In any case, Shui'er was most likely trying
to determine whether Leyang was asleep by his breathing. Leyang's breathing became even, which he
himself found laughable—making a "whoosh" sound through his nose while simultaneously appearing natural was no easy feat.

After a while, just as Leyang was about to give up this futile attempt, Shui'er's hand lightly
touched his hip bone, a very quick touch. Before he could even determine if it was a hallucination, the hand
withdrew . A few seconds later, the hand reached out again, like a smooth snake,
wrapping around his waist from behind, winding down along his lower abdomen. Leyang could feel her fingertips trembling uncertainly, hesitantly slipping
inside his underwear.

Oh, he groaned inwardly; his lower abdomen felt itchy and tingling, and he had to endure it. The furtive hand
slipped past his pubic hair, its nails pressing against the base of his penis. It hesitated there for a moment, as if sensing something—
his penis, though erect, was beginning to weaken, but this didn't stop the slender
fingers from wrapping around it, only diminishing its hardness. The hand gripped briefly, then quickly released,
as if the scout had received reliable information and was preparing to retreat immediately.

Just as her hand was about to retract and return the way it came, Leyang successfully grabbed it and
held it firmly.

"I've got you!" he said, turning to Shui'er in the darkness, his voice full of smug teasing.

Shui'er let out a soft moan and tried to pull her hand back. He couldn't let this "evidence"
slip away, so he held on tightly, not letting her break free.

He reached out and snapped on the bedside lamp, the blinding light leaving Shui'er nowhere to hide.
Leyang squinted at her as she shamefully buried her face under the covers, then simply pulled the covers back. "
Where hiding now?!" he said triumphantly.

"Okay! Okay!" Shui'er covered her face with her hands, pleading for forgiveness repeatedly. "It was my fault, okay?"
She reached for the blanket to cover her lower body. Although she hadn't taken off her skirt to sleep, it had
somehow bunched up, revealing two sections of her white, lotus-root-like legs—something Le Yang had been eyeing for a long time.

"Is admitting your mistake enough? Ah, I won't let you off the hook," Le Yang removed her other hand from
her face, which was now as red as a ripe apple.

"Then what are you going to do?" She stared at him blankly, her face flushed with shyness, her voice soft and weak.

Le Yang reached for her chest. "Shui'er, is it okay?" he said softly.

Shui'er didn't speak. Her eyelids drooped, and she pulled away from his grasping hand, struggling to
sit up on the bed. She buried her head between her knees, and the air froze, becoming awkward.

"Okay! I didn't mean to take advantage of you. You can come and collect your salary anytime after I get paid!"
Le Yang finally lost his temper and said dejectedly, "If you don't want to, I won't force you!"
Seeing turned over and sat back down on his side, reaching for the blanket—he was ready to give up.

Shui'er, however, reached out and held the edge of the blanket, looked up, biting her lip and staring blankly at him. Her burning
gaze made Le Yang's face burn. She finally loosened her lips, "I was just saying that, and you took it seriously? I
do this kind of work, I need money, you know that... "

"I know." Le Yang nodded.

"But I'm not someone who breaks promises. Since we made an agreement, I will keep it..." She glanced
at Le Yang, smiled faintly, "Don't you want to?" She looked at Le Yang's dejected
look and tilted her head to ask.

"What... no! I'm willing!" Le Yang snapped out of his daze, quickly snapping back to reality and giving her a timely
smile.

"I have one more request, a small request! Can you grant it?" Shui'er blinked her beautiful
eyes .

"Uh... go ahead, I promise!" Le Yang felt that he had no
other .

"Can you be a little gentler!" She put her mouth to his ear and giggled, "I just
touched you there, and it's too big!"

Le Yang smiled happily, feeling confident and proud once again. "I will, I'm always very
gentle , I'm always like that when we do that..." He pursed his dry lips.

"That's great..." Shui'er straightened her knees, grabbed the skirt that was scattered on her thighs, and gently
lifted her arms up, taking the skirt off her head.

As her body stretched upwards, he saw Shui'er's smooth, snow-white skin and her slender, delicate
waist—something Winnie and Yang Yanqin would never have again, with neat, small ribs and
a shapely, tassel-like body. As she gracefully bent her arms and pulled the bra straps down her perfect shoulders
, her full, pointed breasts were revealed to Le Yang, like a pair of
delicate doves proudly pointing their beaks forward.

Looking at this girl radiating youthful energy, less than half a foot away from him,
her arms crossed over her chest, exuding a captivating fragrance like a flower, Le Yang's heart
pounded wildly, his breathing quickened, and his body involuntarily leaned towards her
, suddenly tackling her to the ground. Shui'er whimpered and fell onto the bed, her hands still tightly protecting
her small breasts.

Le Yang didn't rush to remove her hands, but instead turned to her only covering—a pair of lace panties with openwork trim
, pale purple like her bra. He pulled them down her restlessly twisting legs,
all the way to her ankles.

In the warm, orange-yellow light of the bedside lamp, he saw the secret garden he had glimpsed that morning,
but it felt completely different: the flesh at the base of his thighs wasn't as dark, but a light,
pale brown ; the pubic hair wasn't as black, but rather a messy, curly mess, with a honey-yellow sheen, and through the hair,
the white flesh of the mons pubis could be vaguely seen; in the center of that alluring cleft, two small, light brown
labia protruded, looking like butterfly wings—this was unlike anything Le Yang had ever seen, neither
Winnie nor Yang Yanqin, nor even Sasha, had such thick labia .

Le Yang swallowed, and with two fingers, he parted the delicate labia, like peeling
the flesh of a small orange, gently separating them. The cleft writhed nervously, unwillingly being stretched open
by his fingers. As it was stretched wider, the color changed from light brown to wine red, and finally
to a glossy pink. The small cluster of pink, tender folds of flesh, like the sweet, moist stamen of a flower, was brimming
with life, trembling noticeably, as if a shy young girl, seeing a strange guest, wanted to hide in the hallway,
concealing her tiny opening. To investigate further, Leyang withdrew a finger,
probing the center of the flower with his middle finger. Just as his fingertip touched the wet folds, Shui'er let out a dazed moan
, curling her legs up and then straightening them again.

Almost simultaneously with the woman's dreamlike moan, Leyang's finger sank into the soft opening,
enveloped by the warm folds, like being held in the mouth of a toothless beast, sucking and pounding nervously. His
finger began to respond passionately, moving gently and delicately, eliciting a fragile, delicate moan that drifted
through every corner of the room. Before long, the water inside made a "splish-splish"
sound , and the water made "hmm" sounds, which became louder. The water twisted uncomfortably, and the whole body
trembled slightly.

When Shui'er could no longer bear it, she grabbed Le Yang's aggressive hand,
pulled it , and pulled him down onto her soft body. She held Le Yang's hand and placed it on her small
, delicate breasts. Her breasts weren't large; one hand was enough to almost cover them, but they
were fleshy. From the rosy nipples, it was clear these little peaches were ripe.

The rosy nipples stood erect, translucent and alluring like ripe wild grapes, roughly rubbing against Le
Yang's palm. The tiny bumps tickled his hand, making him feel both pain and love, and he couldn't help but knead them.
Shui'er opened her hands, completely surrendering her breasts to him, closing her eyes to enjoy the gentle caresses. She bit her lower
lip, breathing slowly in rhythm with his hand, her fragrant breath warmly spraying onto Le Yang's
face.

Le Yang gazed at her face, observing every subtle change in her features, listening to her rapid breathing
. He kneaded her breasts with varying pressure, gently tugging at them. The two smooth, soft mounds of flesh
deformed in his palms, constantly returning to their original shape, then twisting and turning... Under this repeated kneading,
they slowly swelled, becoming more and more elastic, swelling and filling his palm. Along with this rose a desire deep within his
lower abdomen , like wave after wave crashing against the dam of lust.

"Ah...ah..." Shui'er finally loosened her tightly clenched lips, her alluring breaths transforming
into soft moans, continuously escaping from her parched mouth.

Le Yang released her breasts, grasped her outstretched hands on the bed, like grasping the fragile wings of a small bird,
leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, a deep, firm kiss opening her lonely
lips , his tongue probing inside, slowly filling her warm, fragrant mouth. Her soft, sweet tongue
kept retreating until it found no way back, until it realized the man's insatiable greed, then it hurriedly pushed back,
trying to find a space to move freely. Unexpectedly, the man's tongue rolled out and held it tightly
in his mouth, leaving her unable to escape. She could only let the man suckle the sweet saliva that had formed on her tongue.

"Shui'er, you're so beautiful..." Le Yang murmured, releasing her tongue. He knelt between her legs,
grabbed her arms, and pulled her up from the bed.

"Your breasts are so beautiful, no wonder Sister Yanqin is so attached to you." Shui'er was pulled
up , opening her eyes to see the man's firm chest. She lightly touched it with her fingertips. "That slut...
she got lucky." She gently cupped the man's nipple jealously, her lips still glistening with Le Yang's saliva,
as if she had applied too much lipstick.

"The best is down there!" Le Yang muttered, bending down to hug the woman's buttocks and pull her
onto .

She pushed against his chest, glanced down, and cried out, "Oh my!" "So big,
how be so big?" She panicked, trying to stand up by bracing herself on the bed.

The lamb was almost in the tiger's mouth; how could Le Yang let her leave so easily? He gripped his hips tightly,
making her unable to move. "Scared now? Too late!" he said sternly.

"...You...you said you'd be gentle." Shui'er slumped weakly in his arms, burying her face in his
neck, swaying and rubbing against it. "When you were with Sister Yanqin, were you this ruthless?" she asked.

"Yes, she loved it. She wouldn't be happy if I wasn't ruthless!" He lifted the woman's buttocks and pulled them
close to his shoulders, hesitant to let go.

"She's her, and I'm me," she said, clinging tightly to Leyang's neck, lifting his upper body to prevent him from pressing her
down . "Of course, you can't compare someone who's had a child to someone who hasn't..." she said anxiously.

"Come on, you're not a virgin, why are you so scared?" His glans, pressed against the hairy mons pubis
, felt itchy and uncomfortable; he couldn't wait any longer. "Come on, I'll be gentle, I was just kidding!" he
said softly.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then finally believed him. Her arms around Leyang's neck gradually loosened, and
she swayed her hips, searching for the smooth glans. When the glans touched the wet, warm opening, she rubbed
her hips together, and the glans sank into the warm nest. She began to slowly lower herself,
opening her mouth to prepare for the pain and a scream.

The glans slid smoothly along the slippery passage to its depths. When she finally relaxed her buttocks, she only
let out a long "shh," without screaming in pain.

"You're... mine now!" she gasped. "So big, so hard, so full... so good...
so good."

Le Yang felt himself being warmly enveloped by her flesh, his glans pressing against the soft flesh at the bottom of her opening, a tingling, itchy sensation
spreading through him. He couldn't help but shift her hips slightly, and she responded with a knowing, graceful sway,
her head tilted back as she let out a soft, hoarse moan, like faint waves rippling in the air.

To keep his promise, Le Yang suppressed his wild, animalistic desires, whispering sweet nothings to Shui'er, tenderly and passionately welcoming
and sending her off. Although he lacked the ecstasy of direct release, it was sweet and pleasurable, leaving him feeling completely refreshed. Her plump breasts
rubbed against his firm chest muscles, creating ripples of pleasure on their bodies, until the surging passion turned into
sweat that soaked their skin.

In the deep of night, the air in the room grew thick and sticky. The moisture between their legs increased,
flowing and smearing wantonly on the man's scrotum and the woman's mons pubis, making waves of "sizzling"
sounds. Amidst this lewd and seductive sound, a familiar sensation gradually gathered between their lower abdomens.

There were no loud moans, only trembling whispers; no rough growls, only heavy breathing. After
an unknown amount of time, the woman turned her sweaty head back and whispered in the man's ear, "I'm...I'm
coming." Then, she began to twist and writhe wildly, her disheveled hair flying.

All the restrained passion, all the suppressed cries, and all the pent-up sounds… erupted at this
moment . In an instant, the room was filled with the woman's wild moans, the man's hoarse growls,
the slapping sounds between their legs, and the creaking of the bed… all these
sounds blended into a torrent of lust, surging through their veins, driving them mad, driving them
to madness .

This state didn't last long; a storm swept over their lower abdomens, engulfing their sweaty bodies .
Their dripping bodies convulsed and stiffened, and in that brief, deathly silence, a fountain of
pleasure gushed forth, mingling with joyful "gurgling" sounds.

"Ah, ah—" Le Yang's strong body seemed to have lost some mysterious and necessary support, and he groaned
as he fell backward. The woman, having lost her support, collapsed onto the man's
chest as if falling onto fertile, open land... Chapter Twenty-Three: The Pink Metal Ball

The next morning, while Shui'er was still fast asleep, Le Yang got up—he hadn't cooked for several days, and he needed to
buy some groceries to entertain his "guests." He went to the market, bought some lean meat and vegetables,
put them in the kitchen, and went to check on Shui'er in the room. His footsteps woke her up; Shui'er opened her
eyes looked around, then turned over and went back to sleep.

Turning back to the kitchen doorway, he felt a little lost. He watched Winnie cook so effortlessly every day,
yet he was struggling. But everyone has a first time, so he mustered his courage and went into the kitchen. Just as he filled a large
basin with water and washed the vegetables and meat, the phone rang in his pocket.

"Hello, Leyang!" came an excited voice on the other end. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cooking, hehe!" He had been waiting for this call, so he sounded very happy.

"Ah, you can cook?" she exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, what can I do? I'll be cooking alone from now on, and it's a long time coming." Hearing
the woman's surprised voice, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

"Put it down quickly, don't be so smug, I've already made you some pork rib soup!" Yang Yanqin said softly, like she was talking to
a doting son.

"Wow. That's great? I haven't even started cooking yet." Pork rib soup was one of his favorite dishes, and he was very
happy . "But… I have friends with me," he said.

"Huh! Friend...male or female?" The voice on the other end of the phone tensed up, asking anxiously.

"...Uh..." His heart skipped a beat. "Male...male, of course. There's no woman here." He
covered the receiver with his hand, glanced at the doorway, and whispered.

"Then..." the woman said, somewhat disappointed. "Why don't you invite your friend over too? It's more enjoyable with more people!"
she said enthusiastically.

"That's not good! I can come by myself. Besides, he's busy going to work, and I
don't like eating alone..." He caught a glimpse of Shui'er's swaying figure appearing at the doorway,
rubbing her sleepy eyes, and quickly turned away.

"Listen, I also bought other things, you'll never guess what they are..." He heard this before he hurriedly
hung up the phone.

He turned back. Shui'er leaned lazily against the kitchen doorway, looking at him with a half-smile. He felt
inexplicably flustered and awkwardly grinned at her. "Did she call? Why are you being so
secretive ?"

"Yes," he admitted, "she's cooked dinner and asked me to come over. I'm wondering whether to go or not..."
he said hesitantly.

"That's great! What are you dawdling for?... I'm going back too, it's convenient!" Shui'er was quite
indifferent , which made Le Yang inexplicably disappointed.

"I mean, look, I've already bought the groceries, how about we..." He looked at the washed vegetables, somewhat
reluctant.

Shui'er chuckled, "Who likes your cooking? Men's cooking is always awful, let's go!"
she said, turning back to go into the kitchen to get her bag, "Put the groceries in the fridge!" she
shouted from inside the room.

Anyway, they boarded the bus together, heading towards Lei Da'an's house in the morning light.

As soon as they entered, they saw Yang Yanqin wearing an apron, jumping around happily in the kitchen, making a clattering sound with the pots and pans
. A large bowl of steaming, fragrant pork rib soup awaited them on the table.

"Oh, you're here!" She smiled at Le Yang from the kitchen, wiping
the water . When she saw Shui'er appear behind him, her expression suddenly froze. "You...
came together?" she said calmly, but her eyes betrayed her displeasure.

Le Yang slapped his forehead. Damn it! He'd forgotten about that. He quickly gathered a suitable excuse in his mind,
opening his mouth to say something, when Shui'er elegantly tossed her bag onto the sofa and interrupted, "
I saw him coming upstairs from afar at the entrance of the complex. I called him, but he ignored me..."

Le Yang gave her a grateful look. "Yes, yes, I didn't hear anyone call me," he
said seriously, scratching his head. At this moment, Sister Xiu came in from outside with the children, and the three children quickly
took up a good spot at the dining table.

Throughout the meal, Yang Yanqin was somewhat sullen and didn't say much. It wasn't until Leyang suggested
taking the children out for a walk, "The air is nice outside, it's good for the little ones to get some fresh air!" that Sister Xiu
's expression improved.

Everyone except Shui'er went. Leyang spent most of the day entertaining the children
, until Yang Yanqin finally wore a bright smile. He had a vague feeling that she must have sensed
something between him and Shui'er, but it was just a woman's intuition.

They had a great time that day, not returning until evening. Shui'er was no longer home, which
relieved finally escaped Sister Xiu's family's endless teasing. The two eagerly returned to their room.
Little Fangfei was fast asleep in her crib. They kissed their way from the doorway to the bed, panting as they lay down
on the soft blankets—they were ready to enjoy each other's company.

"Where are the things you bought? Let me see!" Leyang winked at her, remembering the "
things you couldn't even imagine" she had mentioned.

She nodded with a smile, then turned and rummaged under the pillow. He leaned over to look, but she
pushed him away with her other hand. "Don't look!" she giggled.

"Okay, okay, I won't look!" He almost twisted his neck when she pushed his head away.

When she opened her palm, there were two shiny pink spheres, about the size of egg yolks,
strung together with a thin, colorful thread. "These are high quality, made in Japan," she emphasized.

I stared at the spheres curiously, pinched one end of the colorful thread, and lifted them up to examine them closely—they were quite heavy,
not like they were made of plastic. "What are these for?" he asked, puzzled.

"You don't know this?" she said in surprise, seeing Le Yang's confused expression. "Later, you'll put them
inside my body, and then you'll spank my butt, like you did the other night. I'll get an even more wonderful stimulation!"
she said, as if talking about an ordinary toy from childhood.

"Inside my body? Both at once?" He shook the small balls, his eyes wide.

"Yes," Yang Yanqin nodded heavily, "into my vagina, or one at a time,
not all at once." Facing this clueless student, she had to explain the details clearly, otherwise he might make
a basic mistake.

He took a deep breath, seemingly worried, "Okay, I understand. If you put them in, will you still want
me? I mean, we'll still have sex." He paused, scrutinizing her facial reaction.

"You can treat this as foreplay, why be jealous of those two little balls?" She patted his back.
"Besides, you're my master, do whatever you want!"

"I see!" He seemed to understand her meaning, his testicles tightened, and
his desire resurfaced. "Alright, open your mouth! Open your mouth!" he commanded.

She hesitated for a moment, but quickly accepted the instruction, swiftly getting into character, slowly opening her mouth into
a small "O" shape.

"Good girl..." Le Yang said approvingly, "Open it wider!" He suddenly frowned and roared, "Wider!"

Yang Yanqin made a "hmm" sound through her nostrils, opening her mouth wide, revealing two rows of white teeth and
a pink tongue. He held the two little balls directly above her mouth, slowly lowering them until they disappeared into her
mouth.

"Hurry up and lick them, lubricate them with your saliva!" he commanded, his eyes fixed intently on her mouth.
The woman, like a child sucking on a lollipop, swirled her tongue around the unfamiliar object, her cheeks bulging and bobbing as the small balls were pushed up
.

Her large, watery eyes remained fixed on her. He snorted, and
the nerve began to stretch rapidly—he was excited.

"Okay, don't move, stop!" he commanded in a short, sharp sentence. The woman stopped moving, and he pulled the balls
out of her mouth. The two small balls, lubricated with saliva, gleamed wetly under the light.
"Is it good? Tell me what it tastes like?" he asked excitedly, tilting his head.

"It's good," she pursed her lips, "shiny and smooth, with a metallic taste!"

Le Yang stuck out his tongue and licked the balls. Sure enough, it was just as she described: a cool, metallic taste, but
with the added sweetness of a woman's saliva.

"Stand off the bed!" he said, pointing to the floor in front of the bed. The woman slid off the bed and stood facing him.
"Turn around!" he said angrily. The woman obediently turned around, glanced at him, and waited for his
next command.

"That's more like it!" His tone softened, gently urging her, "Now bend over and
grab your ankles with both hands!" He regretted giving the command, worried that she might not be able to reach her ankles.

Surprisingly, the woman's waist was incredibly flexible, and she did it with ease. Her short skirt
slid down her back to the front, her round buttocks sticking out towards his face. The straps of her black thong were pulled up from her
thighs , hidden in the deep cleft of her buttocks, only appearing at her waist where they split into two loops around her waist.

Le Yang sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze passing between her legs, able to see her face—
fluid upside down. He stood up and walked behind her, placing his hands on her smooth back and
gently stroking her tailbone with his palms. He then pulled up the strap of her thong and moved it to her other buttocks,
squatting down to tease the exposed soft flesh with his fingers.

When his fingers slipped into that warm crevice, Yang Yanqin's body trembled, and she helplessly closed
her eyes. In that moist cavern, his fingers began to wander restlessly, and her body began
to tremble violently, unable to remain still any longer. "...Oh...oh...so good..." she began
to moan below.

As time passed, the vaginal fluid increased, turning into a soft swamp, making soft
"squeak" and "squeak" sounds. His breathing became heavier and heavier; he took a deep breath to
calm his turbulent emotions. He slowly withdrew his fingers, spreading apart the wet, fleshy labia, and pressed the small
balls against the open vulva, one, two, until they disappeared into the trembling folds of flesh.

He pulled the thong back, letting the small piece of fabric cover the bulging mound of flesh again, leaving the
two balls inside, and simply kissed the woman's buttocks with his warm lips. When he saw
the woman tightly clench her thighs, her knees involuntarily bending, he coldly roared, "Stand up straight!"
The woman trembled violently, swaying and unable to straighten her legs, so he had to reach out with his strong hands to
grasp her buttocks, helping her to do so.

After the woman steadied herself, he released her, straightened up, and stepped back to the edge of the bed, sitting down at a distance to look at her. "
How does it feel?" he asked.

"Oh! When they first came in, they felt like...like mints, and now they're slowly warming up," she
said laboriously between her legs. "Now it feels...it feels very special!" She said she could
feel their presence with the slightest movement.

"Good! Good! Now turn around." He beckoned to her. As the woman stood up and turned to face him, he said again, "Good...I want some tea, go to the living room and get me a cup!" A slight smile appeared
on his lips . The woman nodded and turned to walk towards the door. Watching her move with her legs together, feeling uncomfortable, Le Yang couldn't help but grin silently. It took longer than he expected, but the woman finally returned, carrying a steaming teacup. Her expression was quite strange. As she drew closer, he noticed her breathing had become rapid. He took the teacup , sipped the tea (it was a little hot), and placed it back on the dressing table. "Come here, come to my side," Leyang shifted his knees to flatten them, "lie down on my knees!" he commanded, slapping his thigh. The woman kept her legs tightly together, tilting her buttocks onto his lap as she sat down. He lovingly stroked her long hair at the back and gently asked her, "Is the little ball still there?" " It's still there. Master didn't say to take it out," she said, her head bowed.

"Tell me what it feels like to walk with those little balls between your legs?" He tilted his head, staring intently at her.

His question made the woman's breathing quicken noticeably. Yang Yanqin took a deep breath, glanced at him, and said,
"When I walk, they roll inside... sometimes they bump into each other, and I can hear that sound,
very faint, very clear, like it's coming from a certain part of my body," she blinked, trying to describe
the feeling, "They rub against my... here... oh... so comfortable!" Her eyes were fixed on
the area between her legs, making Le Yang's heart beat faster and faster, his blood boiling and surging upwards.

"Comfortable? Looking forward to it, aren't you?" He reached out and pinched the woman's chin, making her turn to face him,
his eyes almost shooting flames.

"Mmm!" She nodded, her throat gurgling.

"Then why don't you ask your master?" he said gently.

"...What?" Her brows furrowed. She didn't know what she wanted him to do. Hit her? Or
fuck her? She wanted both.

"You slut, beg me!" he said sternly, raising his voice.

Fear crossed the woman's face. "...What? Are you going to fuck me, or spank me?" She
couldn't understand the ambiguous command.

"I want to spank your ass, beg me now! I'm losing patience." He stared at me urgently, his eyes
cold and angry, his tone as hard as iron.

"Master, I beg you, please spank this bitch's ass," the woman said timidly.

He smiled with satisfaction, pulled back the covers, and pointed to the side of the bed against the wall. "Crawl over there!
Crawl over there like a dog!" he said harshly. "Stick your ass up for your master!"

The woman did as she said. He took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, knelt behind the woman, and reached out to gather her
loose hair, holding it in his hand like a horse's reins.

"Bitch, I want to see your face while I spank your ass," he muttered, gently tugging at
the hair in his hand, causing the woman's head to tilt back slightly. He lifted the woman's skirt, revealing
her white buttocks, moved the thong strap to the side, and inserted two fingers downwards into her
warm wet opening. He found the round balls and teased them with his fingertips, making
them roll inside and squeeze the inner walls of her vagina.

"Oh...oh..." the woman began to moan ecstatically, her vaginal opening twitching incessantly.

Her love juices overflowed like saliva, dripping out. He withdrew his wet fingers, raised his hand, and
slapped the woman's buttocks hard. The woman cried out, and he heard
the soft "thump-thump" of the balls hitting each other inside.

The woman's expression was one of ecstasy; she closed her eyes, as if savoring the pain of the slap and enjoying
the fullness of the balls rolling inside her.

He gently caressed the woman's back again, feeling her warm skin and the rise
and fall ... He wanted to carefully collect these sensations.

The woman gradually relaxed under his caresses. He sensed this and raised his hand to
slap her . The woman began to moan, once, twice… She trembled as she moaned, a sensation both
stimulating and erotic, making him exceptionally excited, the flames of desire within him rising restlessly.

“My bitch, you’re so good.” He stopped, panting, and gave her a few more light slaps before
pulling on the colorful thread, pulling the ball out of her vagina with a “plop.

” “Ah…no…no,” the woman cried out weakly, unwilling to part with the ball.

Le Yang didn’t care about any of that; his penis was rock hard, and he was going to enjoy his maid.
He quickly flipped her over, lifted her legs and pressed them against her
chest thrusting into her wet, gaping hole. His movements were slow but powerful, his thick penis forcing
open the warm lips, filling the vagina little by little, filling the place where the ball had just been.

"Oh—" He murmured, closing his eyes as his penis was completely enveloped.
He remained still for fifteen seconds, then began to thrust, using a slow,
gentle rhythm he'd never used on her before. He wanted to savor the woman beneath him, to taste her vagina, to savor
the sweet … He didn't intend to be forceful; he simply increased the speed slightly. Even so,
it didn't take long before the woman cried out, convulsing as she reached a beautiful climax.
Stimulated by the fiery heat, he involuntarily shuddered and ejaculated with a "plop, plop." He thrust
deeply inside her, releasing his semen with great pleasure. The woman groaned loudly,
wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, as if afraid of missing even a single drop of his precious semen.

He rolled over and lay there, panting, his breathing gradually calming down.

[To be continued]

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