[Unavoidable Circumstances] (Chapters 24-27) Author: Ananda in Tears

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Author: Ananda in Tears
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Chapter Twenty-Four: Letters Don't Lie

As his eyelids grew heavier, he heard a woman calling him, "Leyang! Leyang!" She
called softly, her voice tired yet content. He turned his head; the woman had half her face buried in the pillow, only
half facing him, one eye gazing at him tenderly.

"Hmm? Baby..." He reached out, slipping his hand under her neck, pulling her sweaty face
against his chest, his hand running through her disheveled hair, slowly smoothing it.

"You were so gentle just now, I like that..." she murmured, licking his nipple
a few times with the tip of her tongue, "Do you know what I like most about you, Leyang?" she asked.

"Hmm? This... I'm not quite sure, that's a question for you to ask." He hadn't really
thought about ; she might not be joking, so his penis was excluded, leaving him unable to answer her for a moment.

"You know, my love life hasn't been smooth sailing. I haven't met the right person yet. I've always wanted to find
someone I can trust, and I think you are..." she said softly, her warm breath tickling Le Yang's chest,
gently stirring his heart.

"Cough, cough!" he hurriedly interrupted her. "I'm not as good as you think. It's too late, I'm so tired,
you must be tired too, I think we should go to sleep..." he said.

She lifted her head from his chest, her eyes bright and clear, indicating that she wasn't as tired as he claimed. "Hey,
there's something I've been wanting to tell you. Give me five minutes, listen to me before you go to sleep, okay?" she pleaded.

"Okay!" Le Yang said helplessly, hoping she wouldn't bring up that previous issue again; he didn't want to discuss that sensitive topic
right now .

"Before I met you, I met other men, including a big boy named Wang Ke, who was quite nice
. He told me he wanted to marry me, he'd said it many times. I wasn't sure, because..." she looked at Le Yang tentatively
, her face unable to hide her smugness.

"Why?" he asked casually, beginning to grow tired of this probing.

"He's a gambler, but apart from that bad habit, he's pretty good, and not bad-looking either..." She
didn't notice the man's annoyed tone and continued on her own.

"Since he only has one flaw, that's good, marry him then," Leyang said irritably.

"No way, he doesn't just gamble, he gambles all the time, and he's really unlucky. He comes to me for money every time
he loses . Seeing how pitiful he looks, I gave him my savings to gamble with.
He said he'd pay me back when he got his salary, but he hasn't paid me back even once." She was practically listing
the man's crimes, then sighed, regaining her composure. "I can't even remember
how many times he's asked me for money. He comes every month of the year, and I always give him a little. This kind of man makes me sick just thinking
about . It's not that I care about my money, it's that this kind of person is completely untrustworthy… Oh,
I remember now, he wrote me a letter. Wait a minute, I'll show it to you." She spoke
all this without pausing, as if she'd rehearsed it.

Le Yang was about to say something to stop her, but it was too late—she had already gotten out of bed,
staggered to the dressing table, and rummaged through the drawers in the light of the bedside lamp, making a "clattering" sound
. "Found it, found it," Yang Yanqin whispered, holding a white envelope in her hand and
waving it .

She walked back and handed him the worn envelope. "This is it, take a look! Take a look!" she
said, climbing back onto the bed and lying in her original spot, turning her head to look at Le Yang.

He pulled out the crumpled paper inside. It wasn't letter paper at all, just a student's
notebook, like it had been torn from a lab report or something, without even a date.

My dearest:

Baby, as I write this letter to you, I am already thousands of miles away, missing you! I've been having some
financial . If you have any, I won't ask for much. I just need to get through this month, and
next month I'll have money, believe me.

My classmate said you keep calling the school looking for me, even calling the dean's office,
more than ten times a month. I want you to know I'm not at the school. Please don't do that anymore. The dean is very
busy every day and doesn't have time to answer your calls. Also, I'll call you as soon as I change my phone card. Please don't
call the school anymore, okay? I'll write to you.

Love, Wang Ke.

"You tell me, isn't he a complete jerk?" Yang Yanqin said angrily. "He won't even call me,
just asks me for money. That's outrageous!" Her chest heaved with anger.

"Yeah, that Wang Ke, he's a real jerk!" He agreed. He was confused now. Was
Wang Ke and Wu Hua the same person or two people? The words "school" and "dean" in the letter
suggested that Wang Ke was very likely the college student Wu Hua. But this didn't match her description of a gambler.
This person who was both a college student and a gambler was Xiao Fangfei's biological father. No matter what his name was, he felt that
Yang Yanqin was lying about this.

"Can you turn off the light and go to sleep now?" He handed the letter back to her without saying a word.

"Okay, I just wanted you to know that I can't marry someone like that, even though he loves me very much." She tucked
the letter under her pillow and turned off the bedside lamp.

Leyang lay with her back to him, curled up against his back, her arms wrapped warmly around his waist. Maybe she
really thought he was a fool, believing that she could make up a story and make him believe it, he thought. He knew that the reason
he hadn't confronted her was because this was her territory, and she might get angry
and start a big fight with him, first waking the baby, then Xiu's family and Shui'er would wake up, running
in to try to break up the fight while watching them make a fool of themselves—everything would be in chaos, so he held back.

The woman's breathing quickly became steady behind him, but he couldn't sleep in the darkness: But why
did she do this? If she loved him, what was wrong with being honest? And he was also looking for the right time
to confess to her, and this letter had ruined everything! Now is not the time. He
will definitely ask for clarification when the opportunity arises —he doesn't want to be a coward who swallows his anger!

He'd slept so soundly that when he opened his eyes, bright morning light was already streaming in through the window.
A sense of unease crept in, and he grabbed his phone from beside his pillow before letting out a sigh of relief. There were still two
hours until nine o'clock. He wondered why mornings were always so early these days—he hadn't forgotten he
had to . Looking back on the past seven days, he'd felt like a lost soul, and he didn't know how he'd managed to get through it all. Thank goodness for his
wife by his side.

The bed was warm and cozy; the baby in the crib and the woman beside him were both fast asleep, but he didn't feel like
getting up immediately—he thought, "I won't have to be dragged out of bed again."

Right there on the bed beneath him, beside this alluring woman, she openly displayed her
overwhelming desire, moaning and throbbing beneath him, doing everything in her power to please him, begging for his pleasure. He
thrust his hot penis deep into her soft, moist body time and again, repeatedly igniting the dormant
volcano of desire within her, causing her to tremble and erupt with abandon. She was satisfied with him, and he was satisfied with her. Since
marrying , he had never felt so fulfilled in terms of desire. It was no exaggeration to say that he had found
his sense of manhood here, regained his dignity as a man—if it weren't for her, he would still be groaning in
pain until the end of his vacation. But it was also this woman, the clumsy lies she told last night, that left
Le Yang feeling disappointed and confused. Perhaps she just wanted to show how many people liked her, implying, "You'd better
hold on tight, I have plenty of suitors." This did indeed make Le Yang uneasy—he needed a stable
love, and these lies were like a wall blocking him out. He hated this feeling. Chapter Twenty-Five:
The Woman Sleeping Naked

The pillow still carried a faint scent of a woman's body. He turned his head and looked. The woman's seaweed-like, disheveled hair was spread across the pillow
, her smooth back facing him. Her porcelain-like neck, the slightly protruding, exquisite shoulder blades, the
perfect skin, the graceful curves extending all the way to the bottom of the blanket—needless to say, her lower
body was completely naked. Perhaps she hadn't worn any clothes since the night before.

Le Yang grabbed a corner of the blanket and gently lifted it up—he wanted to verify
if correct. As the blanket was silently lifted little by little, the morning light streaming
in from the window filled in just in time, like an invisible hand caressing her bare shoulder blades, moving down her
smooth back, along her curvaceous waist, and stopping at her pert buttocks. The rounded contours were hidden under
the blanket, and indeed, her vibrant, fragrant buttocks were completely naked! The alluring cleft of her thighs stretched downwards, gradually deepening...
The thought of where that cleft led made Le Yang's heart pound in his chest, his breathing grew heavier,
and his hand holding the blanket trembled—it was almost laughable that he was acting
like an innocent young boy. He licked his dry lips, his fingertips hesitantly twitching slightly, then gradually
increasing the pressure, as if the blanket weighed a ton, making his forehead hot and
sweaty. His breathing became increasingly labored, little by little... he was almost able to see the thing at the base of her thighs.

Just as he saw a corner of the protruding reddish-brown flesh, a cool breeze swept
in , slipping under the blanket. The woman shivered, startling him so much that he loosened his grip
, exhaling a long-held breath onto her back. Damn it! She began to wriggle and turn around; this base and
inexplicable act was about to be discovered!

"Hmm...you're awake," the woman turned over, her eyes half-closed and hazy,
speaking in a soft, weak voice, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer? It's still early." Her languid voice sent a shiver down his spine.
So this is what women are like when they're awake in the morning—how come he'd never noticed this before? He thought.

"Um...good morning..." he stammered, his cheeks burning, "It's not early anymore, I
have to , it's getting late!" He tried to act nonchalant, carefully observing
the changes in the woman's facial expressions, trying to find clues that he'd been discovered.

"Oh..." she exclaimed in surprise, blinking her sleepy eyes hard, as if trying to wake
herself up, "You mean, your vacation is over, and you're leaving?" Her tone held a
hint of confirmation and a touch of longing.

"Yes," he nodded, relieved that his sneaky behavior hadn't been noticed.
"But, there are still two hours..." He turned to pick up his phone and checked it. "Maybe we can talk,
there are some things..." He set his alarm for eight; an hour should be enough to clear things up. He didn't
know why he was doing this; maybe he just wanted to know why she lied.

"Okay, I don't want you to leave either..." The woman rested her elbow under her head, looking at him tenderly,
waiting for him to say his sweet farewell.

"Uh!" He took a deep breath. "I just wanted to ask... to say, I also—don't want to leave you!"
He was startled by his own words. All the questions he had prepared last night were on the tip of his tongue,
but this sentence had preemptively escaped.

The woman grinned happily, her lips curving into beautiful lines, revealing a set of white teeth. "I
know, baby, but you can't always stay in a woman's bed, right?" she said, with an understanding
and forgiving smile.

"...Yes, I have to make money, but I'll miss you," he said. This was true; he
couldn't forget her. "I'll come over whenever I have time!" He reached under the covers and placed his hand on the woman's warm
thigh.

The woman shuddered and pushed his hand away. "Liar! You're just saying nice things!" She turned her
back to him. "Like a weasel offering New Year's greetings, you have ulterior motives!" she said with a grin, her back to him.

Le Yang quickly pressed his body against hers, his erection pressing against her thigh. The woman fell silent,
her entire body instantly stiffening. He reached down and pulled her underwear down to her thighs, freeing his penis and
grasping it in his hand. He pressed it against the hairy flesh between her thighs, gently rubbing it against her waist. He pressed
his lips to her smooth neck, licking the downy hair with his tongue. The wet tip of his tongue carried a sweet scent, and
his warm breath blew against her porcelain-like neck. "It tickles—" Yang Yanqin
murmured softly, pulling her neck back in discomfort, while her buttocks pressed against the man's lower abdomen, restless.
The woman's rough skin rubbed against his glans, sending shivers down his spine and making Leyang spasm uncontrollably.

Her breathing was clearly audible, and her body gradually relaxed, losing its stiffness and becoming
soft and lively. When Leyang placed his large, fan-like hand on one of her full breasts and began to knead
it, her breathing became noticeably erratic, turning into soft exhalations and panting.
His hand sank into the woman's soft flesh, as if stuck in warm mud, unable to escape, tightly
adhered. As the pressure increased and the kneading became faster, the woman began to moan,
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." sounds joyful and wanton. Her nipples hardened against his palm, her breasts growing hotter and
fuller, almost pushing his hand away.

What made Le Yang extremely restless was what lay below. The fleshy mound covered in rough, short hairs nimbly
rubbed against his glans, already damp. His glans would occasionally sink into the wet crevice, scraping against the surrounding
labia , and with the restless twisting of his hips, it would be dragged out again.

"Hee hee hee..." the woman gasped, "Okay... okay, you can come in now, it's so itchy
... I can't stand it!" she murmured, her vagina unbearably itchy. She needed a man's penis
to penetrate her and pound her cunt hard to relieve the itch.

Le Yang withdrew his hand from her breast, lifted the top of the blanket to look down, and saw the large glans glistening in
the dim light. A warm
, musky scent wafted up—a uniquely male aroma, mixed with a faint, fishy, pungent odor, emanating from the semen smeared on his glans, or perhaps
from the woman's inner thighs, or both—a uniquely female scent, spreading
the code of desire. He couldn't wait any longer. He slipped his hand between the woman's thighs, braced her upper
thigh against his forearm, lifted her up, and thrust his hips toward the open crotch of her thighs. Because her
full buttocks blocked his view from behind, he couldn't see the opening, and his hasty thrust missed,
brushing against the edge of her flesh as he rushed to the front. The woman's moans subsided, and she waited anxiously. Le
Yang took a breath, pulled his leg back slightly, then pressed it against her again, poking and prodding at her wet, fleshy mound.
Several times he successfully sank into her labia, but each time it slipped away at an angle.

He'd never experienced anything like this before—failing at the crucial moment. Frustrated, he prepared to release the hand holding
her thigh—perhaps a different position would solve the problem, he thought. Just as he was about to pull his hips back
, the woman firmly grasped his long, erect penis. Without his hand for support, her
raised thigh dangled in mid-air, making the blanket bulge high. Le Yang flung his hand, and the blanket
was flung to the foot of the bed. Without the blanket's cover, the woman's naked body resembled a white
, curled porcelain doll, gleaming alluringly in the bright morning light. The woman's pale thighs dangled precariously in
mid-air , and he quickly pulled them back, letting her guide his penis into her wet, fleshy
mound.

With the help of her nimble hands, his penis accurately parted the wet crevice and successfully entered
the warm opening. The opening was like a fleshy ring, firmly embedding the glans. Le Yang
could feel the opening tightening, warm inside, like a small, heated room
with countless tiny pipes hidden in its walls, flowing with the undercurrent of lust.

"I want it, I want it..." the woman cried out urgently, loosening her grip on his penis,
stretching her thighs upwards, widening her opening.

Le Yang gripped the woman's thighs, thrusting his hips forward, and with a cry of "Ah—" from the woman, his long
penis powerfully slid into the warm, fleshy cavity along the well-lubricated passage. Although Yang Yanqin's
vaginal opening was narrow, it was a world of its own inside, filled with her abundant vaginal fluids, forming a
small, warm ocean. His penis was constantly kissed by the trembling walls of her flesh, a novel and wondrous sensation.
So, instead of immediately beginning to thrust, he closed his eyes in ecstasy, savoring this warm
and tender feeling.

The woman, however, grew restless, shaking her head and thrashing about. "Damn, damn...it's so itchy inside...
so itchy..." she gasped, arching her back and turning her head. The man then took her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it, making
a "tsk tsk" sound.

Le Yang slowly pulled his penis back until only the head remained inside, then with
a "squeak," he thrust it back in. The woman cried out, shaking her head and furrowing her brow. "Gently!
Gently!" she pleaded in a trembling voice.

"You like fucking, don't you? I'll fuck you hard right now, fuck your cunt raw!" He ignored the woman's
pleas, one hand went under her neck, wrapped around her neck and strangled her, buried his head in the messy hair on her
shoulder , and with the other hand he gripped her pelvis tightly, thrusting hard. His hard penis
pounded heavily into her cunt like a pestle, again and again, steady and powerful, the lustful fluid in her cunt was dragged out
and overflowed , making crisp "slap" "slap" sounds.

The woman tilted her head back, thrusting her hips in and out, preventing the penis from slipping out. She
twisted her waist like a water snake, moaning wildly with a dazed, ecstatic voice, "Ah...ah...ah..."
Le Yang could feel her Adam's apple bobbing up and down with muffled gurgling sounds. At the same time
, the folds of flesh inside her vagina brushed against his penis, and her juices flowed more and more, blurring their groin
.

"I want you, I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you to death!" Le Yang growled in a low voice, releasing the hand on his pelvis and
inserting it against his lower abdomen. He felt the slit on the rough mound of flesh, and with the tip of his index finger, he found the erect penis above the slit
, gently pressing and rotating it. The woman shuddered, then
writhed even more violently, rotating her hips against the penis, crying out, "...Itchy...it's so itchy!"

"Let's see if you still want to moan!" Le Yang roared, increasing his speed and thrusting wildly, creating
a series , mixed with the woman's moans echoing in the room.

Little Fangfei, in the crib, had opened her eyes at some point, sucking on her thumb, neither crying nor making a sound,
silently listening to this beautiful symphony, as if she too was immersed in this moving music.

The man was like a ferocious beast, thrusting relentlessly day and night. The woman's vaginal fluids were
overflowing , flowing in waves that seemed endless. The surrounding air seemed
to ignite from the passion of the couple on the bed, causing fine beads of sweat to appear on Le Yang's forehead, and even his chest
, back, and thighs were damp. She wasn't much better off; her body felt like it was covered in
a slippery film of sweat, becoming increasingly slippery and almost impossible to hold onto.

"This morning you...you and...you went back with Shui'er..." she gasped, suddenly
remembering this, perhaps a picture of Le Yang and Shui'er—a fabricated image—appeared in her mind.

"Huh?" Le Yang was startled, his movements slowing. "No...nothing like that, we just...
just met at the door..." he said, annoyed. This was such a mood killer, bringing up something like this at a time like this.

"That's good... She's not clean, but she's... so slutty!" Perhaps she said this out of jealousy
, and Le Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that he had slowed down, the woman hurriedly turned her hand over and grabbed his
buttocks , her nails digging deep into his flesh, desperately pressing against her buttocks, "Ugh... ugh... don't stop,
don't stop..." she cried out, unable to satisfy the swelling desire in her heart.

Le Yang felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, and immediately roused himself to full strength, like a
wild horse galloping across the grassland, panting heavily as he ran, "Ooh... ah... ah..." he began to moan loudly,
the rubbing of his clitoris did not stop, making her unable to let go from front to back, her waist twisting
like , her hips moving forward and backward, "Ah ha... ah ha... just like that, just like that..." she
cried out with satisfaction.

"Almost there, huh?" Le Yang panted heavily, sweat streaming down his face. Waves
of tingling pleasure washed over his glans, an electric-like sensation constantly surging through his fragile nerves. This wild horse was almost
at the edge of the world!

"...Almost there...almost there, almost there...almost there!" the woman gasped, her trembling sobs
like sticky maltose, sweet enough to melt the man's heart.

The bed beneath them creaked and groaned. Little Fangfei, nestled in her floral quilt, twisted her head, her big
eyes with wonder as she watched the two adults entwined on the bed. Perhaps she knew it wasn't a fight; perhaps she knew
they were enjoying themselves.

Le Yang gritted his teeth, thrusting relentlessly, the ceiling seeming to spin, about to collapse.
The folds of flesh inside her vagina trembled, gripping the engorged penis, the trembling growing more and more intense, layer upon layer enveloping it, tighter and
tighter, yet still unable to stop the "splattering" sound of her vaginal fluids splashing—the solid penis was like a farmer's
hoe , heavily striking fertile soil.

Time seemed to slow down, each second passing slowly, until the woman finally cried out loudly:
"...Ugh...I'm dying, I'm dying—" The sobbing stopped abruptly, her whole body tensing and
stiffening , her teeth chattering in her mouth, her vagina churning violently. After two or three
seconds, as the woman began to convulse like an epileptic seizure, scalding liquid gushed out from deep within her vagina
, "gurgling" as it poured down onto the glans. Le Yang groaned behind him, his fingers pressing tightly against her clitoris,
his other hand gripping the woman's neck tightly. He thrust his hips in forcefully, pressing his
penis against hers, still soaking in the hot, sticky fluid. Suddenly, a tingling, unbearable sensation shot through his lower back, a
whirlwind , traveling up his penis to the glans. The glans throbbed twice, trying to grow deeper,
and a strong surge of air propelled his semen from his perineum, shooting up and gushing deep into her vagina.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Acquaintances are also guests.

The two remained pressed tightly together, letting her vagina suckle his penis, letting the wonderful sensation
spread . After a long while, his penis began to withdraw rapidly from her vagina. When Le Yang pulled it out,
clear liquid oozed from the urethra like tears, the shaft covered in white streaks, the tattered threads
still clinging to the glistening vaginal flesh, as if reluctant to leave.

The woman in his arms had become as soft as a noodle, and the baby in the crib was waving its
little hands and legs, dancing joyfully. "Time to feed, it's so full!" The woman turned and smiled faintly at him
, wriggling out of his arms, walking naked to the crib, and sitting back down
on the bed .

Le Yang felt weak and sore all over, his head drooping, his eyes half-closed as he watched the woman's bare back curve, listening to
the baby suckling, listening to the woman gently patting the child: "So good! My baby's so good!..."
He closed his eyes contentedly until his phone alarm went off.

Returning to work after a week's vacation, he felt energetic, as if he were a different person. Even his usually
nitpicky and strict supervisor looked at him differently. But little did he know
the transformation his subordinate had undergone in the past week—Le Yang was simply trying to forget his unhealed pain through selfless work
. Money was never the real obstacle in life!

He tried to fill his life to the brim, leaving no
room , even Yang Yanqin, deliberately avoiding thinking about her. Five days passed in a flash. On the fifth night, after getting home from work
, taking a shower, and preparing for bed, the landline suddenly rang. He rushed to the phone,
knowing that the caller was either Winnie and her daughter, or his aunt—either way, it would
make him incredibly happy. When he excitedly pressed the receiver to his ear and heard the voice on the other end, he was
startled: "Hello, darling." "Hmm, but how…how did you know this number?" This surprised him

even more than when he received a call from Shui'er . "What's wrong? Shouldn't I have this number?" she retorted. "It's on your phone, so I wrote it down…" she said, sounding aggrieved. "Oh, that's not what I meant...no," he said, a picture flashing through his mind: his aunt was listening on the phone upstairs while he was on the call, and she might accidentally let slip that he was having an affair with a prostitute who had a child—this absolutely couldn't happen! "I mean, I'm often at work and not home, you should just call my cell phone, it's always on, you can always get through..." he said nervously.

He wondered if she would accept the suggestion.

"Okay, fine! I won't call then!" he said, a little annoyed. "Listen, this
Sunday is Lulu's birthday. Come over after work on Saturday, okay? Sister Xiu is having a
birthday party at home. She's turning seven... Also, I miss you!"

"Oh... I'll be there early!" What could he say? She had arranged everything for him, and he couldn't afford to make
excuses.

After hanging up, he sat on the sofa for a long time, going over
everything that had happened in the past week. How could he let her touch his phone? Yang Yanqin knew too much! She might even have Winnie's
number saved on his phone! Luckily, his aunt hadn't come back. Compared to his relationship with Shui'er, his relationship with Yang Yanqin
was more dangerous. She treated him like a lover, almost like they were dating. Although he had thought that way too, ever since
she told him Wang Ke's story that night, everything about Yang Yanqin had changed in his heart. All those
romantic feelings had soured. Shui'er was simply seeking new pleasures outside of work, not asking for much, making her
an ideal sexual partner. However, something else kept him on his toes: Shui'er knew where he lived, and he
wondered she would take the initiative to visit him. This was troubling. He stood up and paced back and forth on the living room floor,
pondering a solution. After much thought, perhaps only if he contacted her first and occasionally offered her some treats would she
not actively seek him out. It was alright now, but things would be different when his aunt returned. Maybe then, they
could book a room near the park or something.

The phone call disrupted his thoughts. He lay in bed, unable to sleep. He thought about Winnie and
his daughter for a while, his mind a jumble of thoughts, making it even harder to fall asleep. Perhaps he could call Shui'er and ask her to come and keep him company
for the night.

"I'm at work, you know," Shui'er said on the other end of the line.

"Yes, yes, I know..." he said, "But aren't I your customer too? I'll pay
." He said it all with practiced ease; he had just received his salary from last month, and his voice was full of confidence.

"Haha!" Shui'er giggled, "So you're quite the stickler for our agreement. I'll be right
there , just like we agreed, we're already familiar with each other." She said.

After hanging up the phone, he got up and turned on the living room light so that the light would shine through the window into the driveway, proving that
he wasn't asleep yet. He went back to his room and lay on the bed, waiting, thinking about how he and Shui'er
had made love on this very bed that early morning; it would soon be reenacted.

Shui'er arrived faster than he expected. As soon as she entered the room, she quickly took off her denim shorts and white
sundress , her movements swift and efficient. She was soon completely naked, revealing her tall figure, long legs, snow-white
skin, slender waist, firm hips, and smooth curves… Le Yang watched her
walk with proud and elegant cat-like steps, her bare feet touching the floor, gracefully approaching him, as if she had
never left the room.

“Do you know what mistake you made last time?” Shui'er lifted the covers and climbed into bed,
lying next to the warm, thick Le Yang, blinking her eyes as she spoke.

“What…what mistake?” Le Yang was completely bewildered. He only remembered that everything had gone smoothly last time; at least
both of them had been very satisfied.

“Are you pretending to be stupid?” She tilted her head, staring intently into his eyes. This focused gaze made him
a little uncomfortable. “You ejaculated inside me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll get pregnant with your child?” Shui'er’s face was serious,
not joking.

His heart skipped a beat, and he was startled. "This...this...I hope I'm not pregnant?"
he said hopefully. He hadn't really thought about this. He knew about condoms and had
worried about not using one before, but he was only worried about his manhood. Ever since that time he had sex with Sasha
without anything happening, he'd become bolder—Sasha, Yanqin, and Shui'er, he'd ejaculated inside them all
—his mind was racing, and he was uncertain again. "Aren't they supposed to get IUDs?" he asked frantically.
Winnie had an IUD, and he assumed every woman had one.

The woman looked at his panicked face and smiled smugly. "You acted without thinking, and now you're in trouble!"
she said gleefully. "But...you're lucky. Yanqin and I are in the same line of work. If
we take precautions, we'd have to abort so many babies every year!" She looked at Leyang's confused and embarrassed expression
and said with a smile.

He breathed a huge sigh of relief. "You were just trying to scare me! You really scared me!"

"Usually, people use IUDs, and some take emergency contraception afterwards... there are many methods." She paused, glancing
at Leyang, who was listening intently like a schoolchild. She changed the subject, "However, if
we're unsure if the other person is clean, we usually ask to use a condom to reduce the chance of STIs."

"So many rules! But... wait a minute, are you sure I don't have any diseases?"
He was a little confused. Shui'er let him ejaculate inside, which meant she was very confident in him. He wondered
what .

"Well, how should I put it?" Shui'er thought for a moment, "If you've been in this line of work for a long time, you'll naturally
know . Many industries are like that. Like those who collect antiques,
they can tell the difference between real and fake, old and new at a glance—we're almost the same!" she said confidently.

"You're getting more and more mysterious. I just want to know, how do you know I'm clean..." He
scratched his head , puzzled.

"I knew it the moment I saw you. A seasoned pro in the world of pleasure, much more experienced than you. You
're not . Remember how you looked when you first saw me that morning?" Her smile
revealed shallow dimples on her cheeks; she was truly beautiful.

"I remember…" His face flushed instantly. He remembered that morning when his eyes had been glued to her
most of time—specifically, her calves and feet, and the glimpses of spring in her skin.
"I understand. Can we begin now?" he whispered, not wanting her to describe his appearance that
morning —he had looked like a complete lecher. Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Back Door is Ready to Enter

. "You're in such a hurry, is it because Sister Yanqin didn't satisfy you?" The woman tapped his chest,
teasing him with a smile.

"How could I not be? I've been waiting for four days already. I haven't gone to see her since I started work." Le Yang said with a lecherous grin.
His hand slipped under the covers, caressing her thighs.

"Between her and me, who do you prefer?" She curled her legs up under the covers,
tracing the man's firm pectoral muscles with her nails, her eyes becoming hazy and unfocused.

"Uh... are you jealous?" Le Yang paused, "Even though she's had children, that's also
her advantage. She's very open..." He said truthfully, in terms of physical perfection alone, Shui'er was
superior.

She snorted, "So you're saying my technique isn't as good as hers!" she said unhappily, "
How about I give you oral sex, let you see how good I am and you'll know?" She grabbed the man's
penis and gently squeezed it, trying to prove her ability.

"I didn't expect you to be so competitive, so cute. But tonight I want to serve you." He had already
planned it. Ever since the last time, he had been obsessed with Shui'er's two small, butterfly-like beautiful labia,
and decided to lick them properly tonight.

Shui'er paused, "Oh, so you're going to charge me too?" She kicked off the covers, her
pale body sprawling on the bed, gleaming softly in the lamplight.

"No, I'm not a professional, how could I charge you!" He got up, knelt
between the woman's legs, spread her thighs apart, and leaned down towards her alluring vulva. When his warm
lips touched her wet slit, Shui'er's buttocks trembled, then she bent her knees,
her feet on the bed forming an "M" shape, raising her buttocks to meet the man's lips.

He ignored Shui'er's passion, simply pressing her buttocks back onto the bed with his lips, his tongue
gently teasing her labia minora, the soft, light brown flesh being moved around by his tongue, the woman
breathing softly. Soon, the lovely slit slowly opened, revealing a glistening pink slit
, and the labia seemed to have been squeezed out a bit—the exposed part was longer.

Leyang deftly picked up one of the labia with the tip of his tongue, gently held it in his lips, and softly sucked. Shui'er
let out a sharp "Ah!" as the labia were stretched out, exuding a salty, fishy aroma. He then
poked his tongue out from between his teeth, gently touching and licking the edges of the labia, finishing one and moving on to the next.
When he looked up, he discovered that the clear liquid in the slit had overflowed, forming a trickle
that slowly dripped from her perineum. The woman's lower abdomen heaved, and then her closed eyes opened, her starry eyes glancing sideways, bright and
sparkling. "You licked so well! So comfortable! Much better than I imagined!" she murmured
, as if still half-asleep.

"I haven't even licked it yet, and you're already praising me like this..." He smiled, his wet lips still
glistening the slippery stream water. "I've lost my patience. Let's do it first!" he said. Shui'er saw
a large bulge in his underwear. He was pulling it down, just to his thighs, when he pounced on her, his long,
hard penis erect.

The woman instinctively tried to shrink back, but the man's strong body held her firmly, preventing her from moving.
He grabbed her arms as easily as an eagle catching a fluttering chick, his long penis
thrusting between her thighs. The woman swayed her hips, trying to dodge, until the large glans was completely inside her, at which point she
stopped futile struggle.

After the teasing, her vagina was already overflowing with fluids.
When Shui'er didn't feel any pain, or even cry out. She just opened her sexy mouth and
gasped for breath. Her vaginal walls were incredibly elastic, clinging tightly to the entire penis like a
suction cup , making Leyang unable to resist.

Driven by lust, Shui'er's face was flushed, her two small, white breasts softly rubbing against
the man's chest, sensitive and full of elasticity.

The penis began to move in and out of her vagina, the folds of her vagina contracting sensitively, reluctantly
holding onto the penis, warmly welcoming its return, an endless display of intimacy and caress. With each insertion, her full buttocks
tightened; with each withdrawal, they relaxed, gathering strength for the next thrust. The passionate welcoming and
farewell created a sticky "crackling" sound as they collided below. The vagina tightened and loosened with the rhythm of the thrusts, the pleasure from the friction against
the penis teasing Leyang's lower abdomen. Shui'er moaned softly, her lust
taking root and rising within her, forming an invisible vortex deep within her body. It absorbed and dissolved
the force , becoming insatiable.

He clearly felt Shui'er's body heating up, and his own body grew hot.
After several days of abstinence, he was full of energy, and he increased his strength, thrusting rapidly. In his current
state, he was confident he could bring the woman beneath him to the peak of ecstasy.

Just as the sounds of their thrusting began to swell, Shui'er gripped his buttocks tightly, lifting her
hips to stop his movements, anxiously calling out, "Stop...stop...wait...wait a minute
..." She stopped, panting, and brushed the stray hairs from her face. "You're so good! So good
...really, how about we try something new?" she said earnestly.

"New...what?" His plan to bury himself in pleasure had been thwarted, and he felt somewhat displeased.

"Hmm!" Shui'er nodded. "Have you ever tried anal sex?" she asked, pressing down on the man

's restless buttocks. "Anal sex? Yes, I tried it out of curiosity, but I couldn't get it in
. She kept crying out in pain, and I didn't get any pleasure, so I had to give up..." He recalled that
mischievous attempt, a distant and trivial matter that he had almost forgotten.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to be so honest and chivalrous!" Shui'er said, her buttocks
twitching, and with a "plop," her penis slipped out. Le Yang rolled over, looking at his dripping penis,
which was still twitching between his legs.

Shui'er got out of bed naked and went outside. A few seconds later, she came back with shower gel. "...
Use this instead of lubricant!" She waved the plastic bottle of shower gel in her hand and said with a grin, "Anal sex
isn't something everyone can accept. Many people are forced to do it, but I'm different. I can enjoy the
process, so it's another way to have fun..." She climbed back onto the bed, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him.

He took the bottle, and the woman obediently climbed to the head of the bed, sticking out her white buttocks,
spreading her hips apart with both hands, waiting for him. "Apply more, that way it'll be smoother when you insert it, and it won't hurt," she said with difficulty, turning her head.

"Okay! Are you sure you can do it?" He leaned closer to look; her delicate sphincter muscles, like a small chrysanthemum,
slowly bloomed under Shui'er's forceful pull, revealing a tender, pink bud the size of a coin.

"Don't worry, it's not like I've never used this passage before, just bring it on!" Her gaze
passed below her inner thighs, seeing Le Yang's hesitant expression.

Le Yang poured the shower gel into his palm, then put the plastic bottle under the bed, returned to her buttocks, and smeared
the cool liquid all over his hot penis, layer after layer, then dabbed it on Shui'er's clitoris
.

"Push it in slowly, don't be too gentle. Be proactive, strike while the iron is hot. Hesitation shows
no passion. You have to believe I can handle it." She was encouraging the man, and seeing Le Yang's nervous
appearance was really giving him a headache.

He mumbled an agreement, straightened his back, and guided his glans forward, following her instructions, "
pushing it ." The anus looked small, but when the glans actually went in, it truly showed its amazing contraction force
—it could actually accommodate a glans the size of an egg. Le Yang couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Little by little
, the penis went in more than two-thirds of the way, pressing against the wall of the rectum, unable to go any further. Shui'er
let , and the plump white buttocks returned to their previous shape, the tight sphincter muscles gripping the penis tightly, making it
a little painful; the rectum contracted, resisting with great force, as if the penis would be pushed out if he wasn't careful
—he dared not continue to act rashly.

Shui'er took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, repeating this five or six times until her tense anus
gradually relaxed. Leyang was finally able to try slow thrusting. The tight feeling was reminiscent of
the first time he entered Winnie's body that year—tight, uncomfortable, yet irresistibly alluring.
He moved gently, and the woman gritted her teeth, enduring the sensation. It seemed as if fluid was seeping out, like in a vagina,
gradually becoming lubricated, but the tense, oppressive feeling remained undiminished.

With each thrust, Shui'er let out a seductive moan. The novel sensation made him
thrust faster and faster, drawing him deeper and deeper, exploring this mysterious passage. After
a while, they were completely comfortable with each other, and his penis was fully inserted. Shui'er cried out, pressing
her buttocks , matching the rhythm of his thrusts, slapping her plump buttocks against his lower abdomen
with a loud "slap, slap."

The penis, pressed against the supple intestinal walls, seemed to grow thicker and harder than usual.
A kept pushing it outwards, but the narrow anus wouldn't loosen its grip, clinging tightly to the shaft
.

Le Yang gripped the woman's buttocks tightly, biting down to suppress his pleasure, but a considerable amount of
semen still seeped from his urethra, making the rectum increasingly lubricated, allowing him to thrust freely and
unrestrainedly .

The tender pink anus was pulled out and then ruthlessly shoved back in, his hips slamming against her buttocks like raindrops,
creating waves of flesh and the sound of "slap, slap." Shui'er tossed her hair, howling and whimpering as she endured the man's
brutal thrusts, her voice trembling with sobs, yet her lower body never relaxed, eagerly responding, making it impossible to discern
whether she was in pain or pleasure.

As Leyang continued thrusting, Shui'er suddenly let out a long, sharp cry of "Ah—!"
A gush of thick fluid instantly gushed from her vagina, spraying like water onto his testicles and thighs. Leyang's jaw snapped shut;
all his resistance vanished in an instant. A surge of fluid shot up from his perineum, rushing deep into his rectum
… He slumped onto the bed, looking at his own penis, then at Shui'er's firm, fleshy buttocks. Her vagina
was still gushing like a spring, and thick, white semen was
slowly …

[To be continued]

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