[Qin Shi Huang's Adolescence] (5)

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"Qin Shi Huang's Adolescence" (5)
It is said that as Ying Zheng and Qin Qing spent more and more time together, as their feelings deepened, although Qin Qing
still could not let go of her betrayal of Xiang Shaolong, her complex feelings for Ying Zheng as both wife and mother gradually took over,
and she was willing to stay by Ying Zheng's side for the rest of her life. She also began to consider Ying Zheng more in her daily actions. During this period
, Xiang Shaolong came to the palace to visit her several times because he could not bear missing her
. Qin Qing was extremely ashamed, but she found an excuse to avoid seeing him. Ying Zheng liked and loved Qin Qing even more when he saw her behavior. Every night he would love her tenderly and affectionately
.
But since Ying Zheng killed Lao Ai at Qin Qing's residence, although he sent people to erase the traces, and those who went to dispose of Lao Ai's
body also "died suddenly", the sudden disappearance of a key figure of a faction for a period of time also caused
a great upheaval in the court.
Lu Buwei naturally couldn't guess Lao Ai's whereabouts, whether he was alive or dead. Seeing that the leader of Lao Ai's faction was absent, he saw
a rare opportunity and used his power to ruthlessly suppress Lao Ai's forces.
Without a leader, Lao Ai's power gradually waned…
Empress Dowager Zhu Ji, however, vaguely suspected that Lao Ai had been killed, because he
had spent the night before his disappearance in her palace! That day, Lao Ai rose very early, and when he went out, his face wore a strange expression; Zhu Ji vaguely saw
a hint of lewdness in his eyes… And from then on, Zhu Ji never saw Lao Ai again. Although
the lust in her heart grew stronger with Lao Ai's disappearance, a slight sense of relief rose within her.
There was little affection between Zhu Ji and Lao Ai. Zhu Ji's initial union with Lao Ai was primarily driven by intense physical
desire, and also by his resemblance to Xiang Shaolong, which she saw as a substitute. However, this desire
became an inescapable trap, and Lao Ai's prowess in bed was unbelievably strong, consistently bringing Zhu Ji
to multiple orgasms and leaving her utterly satisfied.
Although she knew Lao Ai had ulterior motives, under the influence of her desires, Zhu Ji gradually succumbed to his advances
. From initially seeking official positions and titles to later opposing her own son, she slowly succumbed to his influence. Even though she
felt immense heartache at harming her son, the thought of losing that irresistible
pleasure if she disobeyed Lao Ai's will forced her to grit her teeth and comply. Zhu Ji's feelings towards Xiang Shaolong also stemmed from this love turning to hatred: "If
you want me, how could I possibly turn against my own son!"
In the imperial court, Zhu Ji looked at Lü Buwei, who was now smug and self-satisfied after successfully suppressing Lao Ai's power, and felt a surge of resentment
. Years ago, as a lowly dancer, she had caught Lü Buwei's eye and lived a relatively peaceful life,
even becoming pregnant with his child. But fate intervened. Lü Buwei met
King Zhuangxiang of Qin—Yiren—and, seeing her as a valuable commodity, disregarded their years of friendship and gave her to
Yiren like merchandise. On the eve of their departure, he told her: "This is so that our child can rise in status!" Zhu Ji, of course,
knew what he was really thinking…
Pulling herself back to reality, Zhu Ji turned to look at her son, whose face was calm and composed, and who
was becoming increasingly mature. A sense of relief welled up within her… But then, Ying Zheng, seeing her gaze sweep over him, gave a cold snort, his eyes already filled with
chilling intent. Seeing this, Zhu Ji felt a sharp pain in her heart: her son, who should have been closest to her
, had become her adversary because of her licentiousness…
Meanwhile, Ying Zheng felt a warmth in his heart as Zhu Ji's gaze swept over him, filled with
the tenderness of Qin Qing and Zhao Ni. But thinking of what she had done, Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel disgust… However, he suddenly remembered that
their biggest conflict—Lao Ai's death—was now the perfect opportunity to seize her power
. Lü Buwei thought that with Lao Ai gone, he could severely suppress Lao Ai's power, but he forgot
who the source of Lao Ai's power was! Ying Zheng sneered inwardly, but his gaze towards Zhu Ji held a hint of eagerness. He
nodded slightly to her, but quickly regained his coldness. All of this happened so quickly that no one noticed.
Zhu Ji, who had been staring blankly at her son, noticed the fleeting eagerness in Ying Zheng's eyes. A surge of excitement welled up within her
. Could it be that Zheng'er was willing to forgive her? This thought was immediately dismissed as a dismissal.
How could he so inexplicably reconcile with her? Why would he show her any kindness?
A vague idea flashed through her mind, but just as she tried to grasp it, it vanished from her memory…
After court affairs concluded, Ying Zheng had his meal and, for the first time in years, went to the Empress Dowager's palace on his own initiative. A palace maid went in
to announce his arrival.
Hearing the announcement outside the bedroom, Zhu Ji, though excited, also felt extremely embarrassed. Since Lao Ai
disappeared, with no men in the palace, Zhu Ji's desires had gradually become unbearable. When she couldn't control herself,
she could only relieve herself. Although she couldn't truly release her pent-up desire, it could at least soothe the burning
lust within her… At this moment, Zhu Ji lay on the couch, her robes half-undone, her face flushed. Her hand, reaching into her lower body,
moved swiftly, clearly about to reach that crucial climax…
Seeing Ying Zheng like this, Zhu Ji could only barely suppress her lust, hurriedly changing her clothes and going out to see her
son. As she left, Zhu Ji kept wondering why Ying Zheng had come to see her. Hadn't he already grown tired
of his mother? Suddenly, she remembered Ying Zheng's strange behavior in court, and a thought flashed through her mind,
making the vague idea from before clear. She finally understood: it was Zheng'er who killed Lao
Ai. No wonder he came; he probably wanted to reconcile with her and have her support him…
But surprisingly, Zhu Ji felt no hatred towards Ying Zheng
. Instead, she felt a sense of clarity, as if the clouds had parted and the sun had shone through. She could finally escape Lao Ai's control and no longer have to contend with her son
! But would Zheng'er forgive her past actions? Would he still consider her his mother? A sense
of unease began to creep into her heart.
Upon entering the main hall, the two sat side by side. Zhu Ji tentatively asked, "Zheng'er, why have you suddenly come to
visit me today?" Ying Zheng knew this was the best opportunity to win over Zhu Ji through their mother-son bond. He smiled slightly and said,
"Zheng'er is my child; it's only natural for him to care for me. I haven't been able to fulfill my filial duties in the past, and I hope my mother will forgive me."
"Forgive me, Zheng'er will serve Mother Empress well from now on!"
Although Ying Zheng's tone was sincere, the observant Zhu Ji noticed a fleeting look of disgust in his eyes. Zhu Ji
felt a pang of sadness: Zheng'er was still unwilling to forgive her past actions; he had only come to gain her
power! Overwhelmed with emotion, Zhu Ji wept, "Zheng'er, won't you forgive me? I know
I wronged you before, but that wasn't my intention. I wanted to cherish you!"
Hearing this, Ying Zheng also became emotional, angrily saying, "You only say you wanted to, but what about the truth? You
repeatedly opposed me for that Lao Ai. You gave him whatever he wanted, but
you refused to give me anything I wanted. Did you ever think of yourself as my mother then?!" Zhu Ji, remembering her past obedience to Lao Ai
, felt ashamed, but still replied, "Back then, I was blinded by desire and did
many things that hurt you. I had no choice. Please give me a chance, okay? I will never
do it again!"
Hearing Zhu Ji's words, Ying Zheng gradually calmed down. He had come here to reconcile with Zhu Ji, and
now it seemed she still considered him her child. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted? So he feigned some
emotion, his tone hesitant: "Really?" Zhu Ji, caught up in her emotions, failed to notice Ying Zheng's unusual behavior and
replied, "Now that Lao Ai has been killed by you, I naturally won't act that way anymore.
I just want to stay by your side, help you, and watch you grow up!"
Hearing this, Ying Zheng felt a cold sweat break out on his back. How did she know he had killed Lao Ai? Upon reflection
, he secretly felt fortunate. His arrival had essentially revealed to her that he was the murderer!
A warm feeling welled up in Ying Zheng's heart. Lao Ai was dead, yet Zhu Ji didn't hate him; instead, she wanted to rebuild their mother-son relationship. Didn't this
show that she still cared for him, and that he was more important than Lao Ai? It turned out that what she said came from the bottom of her
heart; otherwise, she would have given him the cold shoulder long ago! The purpose of coming here today was even more impossible to achieve...
Ying Zheng couldn't help but think of the intimate moments he had shared with Qin Qing during this period. He thought of how a reserved and aloof woman like Qin Qing
could become like a harlot on the bed under the influence of desire, let alone Zhu Ji. His heart sank slightly
. Remembering the hope his hypocritical actions had given her, he finally spoke up to comfort her, "Mother,
I don't want to think about the past anymore, but you must never hurt me again!"
Seeing Ying Zheng's expression of longing for affection, just like when they first met, Zhu Ji felt a
surge of joy, yet tears welled up uncontrollably—tears of happiness this time. She
hugged Ying Zheng tightly, pressing her face against his forehead, gently stroking him. "My dear Zheng'er, you are the apple of my eye,
the fruit of my eye, that I carried for ten months. I will never do anything to hurt you again. To hurt you would be
far more painful than hurting myself."
Hearing Zhu Ji's heartfelt words, Ying Zheng was moved. He let her hold him, savoring
the warmth between mother and son.
Suddenly, Ying Zheng, nestled in Zhu Ji's arms, chuckled softly. Seeing Zhu Ji stop what she was doing and look at him curiously, Ying Zheng
asked her teasingly, "Mother, what were you doing in the bedroom when I first arrived?"
It turned out that Ying Zheng, having been held by Zhu Ji for a while, was also experiencing the intoxicating feeling of her soft, fragrant embrace, and couldn't help but feel aroused. He couldn't help but
press himself tightly against Zhu Ji, rubbing against her slightly, and deeply inhaling her alluring scent. But
suddenly, he smelled a familiar, sensual, and wanton odor emanating from her.
Ying Zheng was no longer the Lü Meng of the past. Recalling the
alluring expression on Zhu Ji's face when she first appeared—her brows furrowed and her cheeks flushed—and considering that Lao Ai was now dead and there were no other men in the palace, he naturally guessed that Zhu Ji had been
masturbating in the bedroom. Imagining the alluring scene of Zhu Ji inside, his lust surged.
He couldn't find true satisfaction with Qin Qing, and now, in his turmoil, he couldn't help but tease her aloud!
Zhu Ji felt utterly ashamed under Ying Zheng's teasing gaze. Was she supposed to tell her child that she
was masturbating in her room? Judging from Zheng'er's eyes, he seemed to have guessed everything. Zhu Ji felt a wave of shame: "I...I
was resting inside..." In her haste, she quickly made up an excuse.
Hearing Zhu Ji's words, Ying Zheng's teasing expression deepened, and he chuckled wickedly, "Really?" His
hand slid down, boldly pressing against Zhu Ji's private parts through several layers of cloth, his fingers probing excessively into the bulging
flesh, gently teasing... His tone became even more lewd: "Mother, were you
doing this to yourself just now?"
Zhu Ji, already feeling unsatisfied with her own pleasure, felt a surge of intense pleasure as her son's hand touched her.
She couldn't help but let out a low moan. Reason told her that continuing like this would be a grave mistake, and
she quickly pulled Ying Zheng's hand away, scolding him in a low voice, "Zheng'er, how could you touch me there? This is
against all reason!"
Ying Zheng, however, saw the barely suppressed desire in Zhu Ji's eyes. He deliberately feigned grievance and said in a pitiful voice:
"But Mother, it feels so good to touch you there. Can I touch you again?" Without waiting for Zhu Ji's
consent, he reached down and began caressing and teasing her through her skirt once more. This time, no matter how hard Zhu Ji tried to pull
away, she couldn't. Helplessly, she conceded, "Zheng'er, just touch me a little, please don't go too far."
But Ying Zheng's technique was now highly skilled, and Zhu Ji was immersed in the strange
sensation of her son caressing her genitals. Her already exceptionally sensitive body began to experience a strong desire for
the insertion of some kind of rod-like object…
Ying Zheng, however, was far from being easily satisfied. Seeing Zhu Ji's arousal, his hand quietly slipped
inside her skirt, continuing to caress her through her last undergarment. His other hand climbed onto Zhu Ji's proud breasts
, gently kneading and occasionally pinching her sensitive nipples, causing Zhu Ji to moan continuously. Ying Zheng
pressed his entire body against Zhu Ji, his mouth opening to gently bite
and suck on her other nipple, finding it incredibly pleasurable.
Zhu Ji, pinned beneath Ying Zheng, was slightly jolted back to consciousness by the faint stinging sensation in her sensitive area.
Startled by their posture, she suppressed her pleasure and pushed Ying Zheng away, her voice weak:
"Zheng'er, what are you doing? You can't treat me like this! I'm your own mother!"
Ying Zheng clearly saw the look of loss and emptiness on Zhu Ji's face as she pushed him away, so he feigned
a sorrowful expression and said in a pitiful voice, "Mother, you don't love Zheng'er at all. Zheng'er just feels that Mother's body feels
so comfortable to touch, and Mother won't even let me touch you!" Seeing Ying Zheng's expression, Zhu Ji's heart softened, and she
comforted herself: Anyway, I've already been touched, so what's the harm in touching me again? So Zhu Ji lay down, closed her eyes
, but her breathing gradually became rapid due to the strange atmosphere, and her face flushed. Although she had been
with many men, the thought of her own son taking liberties with her still made her feel extremely embarrassed.
Seeing Zhu Ji's actions, Ying Zheng knew she had tacitly consented, and excitedly pounced on her. Zhu
Ji, feeling a slight pain from his weight, opened her eyes slightly and gave Ying Zheng a playful glare, saying coquettishly, "Zheng'er, be
gentle! Are you trying to crush me to death?" Then, she quickly and shyly closed her eyes again.
Ying Zheng gave Zhu Ji an embarrassed smile, and seeing her close her eyes again, he leaned down and began
exploring her body. He reached out and grabbed Zhu Ji's large, soft breasts, then began to
knead and rotate them, gradually increasing the pressure. He felt the two mounds of flesh in his hands, soft yet
incredibly elastic, with an excellent feel; after playing with them for a while, he felt he couldn't let go. At this moment, Zhu Ji was suffering
in silence. The pleasure emanating from her breasts made her burning with desire, but the thought that it was her own son playing with her
made it impossible for them to actually have sex...
Seeing the blooming spring on Zhu Ji's face, Ying Zheng's heart began to feel unsatisfied again. He gently untied Zhu Ji's belt,
saying, "Mother, Zheng'er wants to take a good look at the place where Mother breastfeeds Zheng'er. At that time, Zheng'er didn't have much
of a chance to drink Mother's milk!" As he spoke, he had already untied Zhu Ji's bodice, and her pair of
breasts, which were much larger than Qin Qing's, immediately sprang out, revealing a snow-white, smooth expanse and two bright red nipples...
This sight aroused a surge of fire in Ying Zheng's heart, and his lower body grew harder and harder, pressing straight against Zhu Ji's
private parts. Feeling the soft, moist heat there, he couldn't help but gently thrust through her clothes. His mouth
opened again, taking one of Zhu Ji's breasts into his mouth... His hands also split into two, one hand occupying Zhu Ji's other
breast, kneading and playing with it, while the other hand explored Zhu Ji's upturned buttocks, vigorously feeling the soft, pink flesh there.
Zhu Ji had initially wanted to stop Ying Zheng from removing her belt and bodice, but upon hearing Ying Zheng's words, her heart
trembled. She couldn't help but recall how, in order to protect Ying Zheng, he hadn't even had a drop of her milk before hastily
exchanging his child with a farmer. In the more than ten years since they parted, she had never fulfilled her duties as a mother. And after their reunion,
instead of loving and making amends to him, she had been used by a villain for her own desires, constantly hurting
him... The intense guilt she felt towards Ying Zheng made her abandon the idea of stopping him, allowing Ying Zheng to press down on her,
sucking and playing with her proud breasts.
But later, Zhu Ji felt her son's hands becoming increasingly audacious. His burning hot member was constantly
rubbing and thrusting against the place where he had given her birth, and under his caresses and teasing, her body was writhing with intense desire
! Good heavens, her private parts were pressed against her own son's penis through several layers of cloth! Zhu Ji's reason
told her this was inappropriate, but her body felt an irresistible urge, and she didn't stop Ying Zheng's
excessive behavior!
Seeing that Zhu Ji surprisingly didn't stop him, Ying Zheng grew bolder. His
hand, already under her skirt, gently slipped inside her undergarments, pressing flesh against Zhu Ji's private parts. Ying Zheng felt that
Zhu Ji's vulva was unusually full, easily grasped in one hand, like a steamed bun, and the hair covering it
was exceptionally thick. Ying Zheng stroked and teased for a moment, then separated two fingers and inserted them into that mysterious cave.
He continued, relentlessly asking, "Mother, were you doing this to yourself in the room just now? Did Zheng'er make
you feel good?"
Zhu Ji, already burning with desire,
felt waves of pleasure surging under Ying Zheng's skillful stimulation, learned from Qin Qing. Although she knew this couldn't continue, she could no longer suppress her body's desires,
especially since the finger inserted into her body belonged to her own son. This strange feeling of breaking taboos and violating morality
gave Zhu Ji an unprecedented excitement, and the pleasures she had enjoyed before
became insignificant in this incestuous relationship.
Zhu Ji's body began to wrap tightly around Ying Zheng, as if she wanted to meld her son back into her own body
. Hearing Ying Zheng's teasing words, she mumbled, "Zheng'er... how do you know... me
... inside... like this... doing... doing myself... but... what you're doing...
is much more comfortable than me... doing it myself... um... using my own hands... ah..."
Ying Zheng was clearly satisfied with Zhu Ji's answer, but it also ignited his lust. He replied, "Mother
, Zheng'er can do even more, make Mother even happier!" As he spoke, he actually pulled down his
trousers, freeing his monstrous genitals. Then, to Zhu Ji's somewhat frightened gaze, he
pulled down her underpants as well... He lifted her skirt and played with her unusually full and fertile private parts for a while,
then pulled her skirt back up...
Zhu Ji had just relaxed slightly when she saw Ying Zheng, naked from the waist down, press down on her, their genitals pressed
tightly together through a thin layer of fabric! The contact between the sexes sent shivers down their spines, and Ying Zheng began to
thrust incessantly against Zhu Ji. Through the thin fabric of her dress, he moved in and out of her vagina,
saying, "Mother, how is it? Is it pleasurable?"
Zhu Ji's opening was being violently penetrated by Ying Zheng through the dress, bringing waves of pleasure while simultaneously sending a deep emptiness
through her mind. Zhu Ji's desire grew stronger, and she comforted herself: It's alright through a layer of cloth;
it's not real pleasure. As long as Zheng'er doesn't actually penetrate me… She didn't even try to stop Ying Zheng.
Zhu Ji's behavior had completely broken the bounds of propriety, yet the pleasure she felt caused her to utter lewd moans: "Zheng'er
, mmm...you...are...going...going...to heaven! But...you...can't...really
put it in...mmm, that place...other men...can go in...ah, um...only you...ca
n't...can't...go in..." While enjoying herself, she didn't forget to remind Ying Zheng of her bottom line.
Little did she know that this conversation would have the opposite effect. Hearing Zhu Ji say that she could only be with other men,
Ying Zheng felt a surge of anger. He could no longer restrain himself, hastily lifting Zhu Ji's skirt, spreading her snow-white
thighs, aiming at her slightly darkened vulva, and thrusting his hips forward, penetrating her entire length
deep into her vagina. He angrily declared, "Mother, see how Zheng'er teaches you a lesson, so you'll never want to find other men again! From now
on, you can only find me!"...The First Emperor and his mother's sexual organs were thus tightly intertwined!
When Zhu Ji first vaguely felt Ying Zheng's half-inserted penis withdraw, the emptiness she felt
was immense. Just as she was about to get up to see what had happened, she suddenly felt her lower body completely filled by a hot
, thick object! The emptiness that had driven her mad for days vanished with this insertion, replaced by an
even more unbearable itching. Hearing Ying Zheng's words, Zhu Ji regained a sliver of clarity. Heavens,
her son's penis was really inside her!
With her last shred of reason, she forced herself to writhe, trying to expel Ying Zheng's penis. She cried out
in fear, "Zheng'er... quickly... quickly pull... out! How could you... insert... into...
my... my... my vagina? I am... your... your own mother! This... this will... be
struck by lightning... ah...!" But her writhing only intensified
the pleasure at their point of contact, instead of achieving her goal.
Seeing Zhu Ji's uneasy expression, Ying Zheng couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, though he said resentfully, "Hmph,
so be it if you get struck by lightning. Who told Mother to want to find other men? It's better to let Zheng'er have it. Zheng'er doesn't want Mother
to be with other men. How about it, Mother, are you enjoying yourself?" As he spoke, Ying Zheng
thrust even harder into Zhu Ji's vagina...
Zhu Ji was already dizzy from Ying Zheng's penetration, but she still managed to speak, "Ugh... Zheng'er
... pull... out... ah... I... I promise... um... I promise I won't...
find... another man, I... don't want... don't want to hurt... Zheng'er... you..."
Now, how could Ying Zheng agree to come out of Zhu Ji's wet, slippery, enchanting cave? He chuckled and said:
"Mother, what harm is there? Zheng'er came out of Mother's cunt before, and now it's just going back!
Mother, your cunt is so wet, it's so slippery and easy to insert!"
Zhu Ji had been penetrated for so long that her body was already involuntarily responding to Ying Zheng's thrusts. The long-lost pleasure
returned to her, and she secretly comforted herself: Since it's already inside, it doesn't matter if it goes in a little longer...
However, once she relaxed her mind, hearing Ying Zheng's nonsense, she couldn't bear it anymore. Her legs spread apart and involuntarily
wrapped around Ying Zheng's waist, and her snow-white, plump buttocks moved upwards with the twisting of her slender waist,
allowing the two to be joined deeper and closer. Her large breasts also
swayed violently with the movement of her body, arousing Ying Zheng's lust, and he used his hands to squeeze and knead them forcefully!
Zhu Ji, unable to control her moans, cried out, "Zheng'er, um...how...how...
um...can insert...insert your mother's...mother's cunt...ah, um...Zheng'er...you're so amazing...
amazing...ah...you're going to...make my...my cunt...feel so good...it's
...making me...go to heaven...ah!" Her body, increasingly
sensitive from the violation of this mother-son relationship, writhed violently as Zhu Ji's climax approached! Seeing Zhu Ji's expression, Ying Zheng knew she was about to come. He smiled wickedly and 　　stopped
his violent movements , changing them to an extremely slow and careful rhythm. He slowly savored 　　the alluring feeling of Zhu Ji's warm, moist vaginal walls sucking on his southern neighbor... Zhu Ji was about to reach her climax, but Ying Zheng's actions immediately pushed her 　　to the brink of collapse, tears welling up in her eyes: "Zheng'er, hurry... thrust... thrust into me 　　, I... I'm about to... come!" Her lower body began to twist violently, trying to get rid of the agonizing 　　tingling. 　　 Ying Zheng deliberately snorted, "Hmph, let's see if you dare to find other men again, if you dare 　　to disobey Zheng'er, if you dare not love Zheng'er!" Zhu Ji, upon hearing this, gave him a coquettish glare, "My cunt 　　... my cunt... from now on... will only be for my dearest... my own son... Zheng'er... to fuck... and I will always... 　　only love... Zheng'er... Zheng'er!" Ying Zheng, ignited by Zhu Ji's glare, felt his desire boil over, and his lower 　　body resumed its previous intensity. He couldn't help but confirm, "Really?" Zhu Ji giggled, 　　"Of course... I... if I don't love... my own... um... my own good son, 　　who else... oh... Zheng'er... Zheng'er, you're fucking... I'm... so happy... ah..." 　　 As she spoke, Zhu Ji's waist began to vigorously meet Ying Zheng's thrusts, her body clinging to him like an octopus 　　. Instantly, the dizzying prelude to her orgasm returned! This time, Ying Zheng cooperated by increasing 　　his strength, each thrust penetrating deep into Zhu Ji's womb: "Mother, I'm penetrating 　　the place where I lived for ten months before. It's so warm inside. Zheng'er really wants to live inside Mother's body forever!" 　　 Zhu Ji felt intense physical and psychological excitement as her son's penis entered the womb that gave birth to and nurtured her. 　　Her hands pressed tightly against Ying Zheng's thrusting buttocks, as if trying to push him back into her womb. Her mouth 　　uttered seductive words: "Zheng'er, I... inside... inside... from now on... you can stay as long as you want 　　... um... as long as you want... that place... you were originally... originally... yours, um... 　　Zheng'er... you're so... so amazing... I'm coming... ahhh...!" 　　 Before she finished speaking, Zhu Ji's body began to spasm violently, and her lower body began to thrust upwards fiercely, as if...

She wanted to swallow Ying Zheng's entire penis into her womb, and hot, gushing vaginal fluid began to gush from within
...
Seeing her wanton and proactive state, Ying Zheng's ejaculation control loosened, and he thrust deeply into Zhu Ji's
womb several times, letting out a low growl as his semen shot into her womb in waves... The
scalding heat of her son Ying Zheng's hot semen scalded Zhu Ji's uterine walls, and the gradually receding orgasm surged
up again in waves, even more intense than before! Zhu Ji, who already had an extremely high libido, was actually trembling all over from this overwhelming
and unusual stimulation, and finally, her legs stiffened, and she fainted...
But Zhu Ji was Zhu Ji after all; her body's endurance was much stronger than that of an ordinary woman. After a short while, she
awoke from her unconsciousness. Seeing Ying Zheng smiling at her, Zhu Ji couldn't help but recall
the obscene scene of incest between mother and son, and her face flushed slightly. But her instinctive resistance to the union of mother and son frightened her, and
as she regained her senses, she had to consider more things.
Zhu Ji hugged Ying Zheng tightly, whispering, "Zheng'er, if people find out about this, they will
despise us, and you are the ruler of a country, your throne may be in jeopardy... It's all my fault, I shouldn't have
spoiled you so much..." She lowered her head in regret and began to sob softly. Seeing Zhu Ji's uneasy expression,
and then her tears, Ying Zheng quickly composed himself and said, "Mother, don't be afraid. You and I
know about this. Those palace maids and eunuchs couldn't possibly have seen it outside. Since that's the case, how could anyone else know? And no one
would dare to suspect us! Mother, you won't refuse to give it to me in the future, will you?"
Hearing this, Zhu Ji blushed and spat, "What future?
Haven't you taken advantage of me enough today? You want to... in the future..." Ying Zheng chuckled lewdly, "Mother, haven't I made you
happy enough? I want to be with you every day..." "Of course, it would be even
better to be together with Mother Empress on the couch all the time ..."
Hearing his words, Zhu Ji gently pushed him away and sighed softly, "Of course I'm happy, so happy
I can't stop, but this mother-son incestuous relationship can't last long, otherwise something bad
will happen sooner or later. Now that Lao Ai has disappeared, if I have more contact with you, naturally other forces' spies will discover
the abnormality of our relationship. Once this relationship is exposed, it will be too late to regret it!"
Ying Zheng was also stumped by this problem. After all, he didn't completely control the palace.
The powerlessness of other forces infiltrating the palace and being unable to eliminate them made him furious. How could there be so
many things he couldn't do? When I truly ascend the throne, I will make sure you ants die without a burial place!
Seeing Ying Zheng's distressed expression, Zhu Ji felt a pang of sympathy and gently comforted him, "Zheng'er,
just bear with it for now. You don't necessarily have to seek me out. First, establish a concubine. Once you truly ascend the throne and eliminate those forces,
you can be with me again. Besides, with me here now, I will absolutely not let Lü Buwei and the others succeed
!"
Ying Zheng thought this made sense. With Zhu Ji's support, as long as there were no dissenting opinions, the throne was practically his.
And after ascending the throne, everything would be under his control. Even if someone found out, he doubted they would dare to speak out!
So Ying Zheng could only compromise: "Mother, Zheng'er understands!" But then he suddenly remembered Zhu Ji's unusually strong
desires and couldn't help but ask with concern, "But what will you do, Mother? Zheng'er isn't by your side. Aren't there
other men in the palace? Won't you be very upset?"
Zhu Ji blushed at Ying Zheng's words and feigned anger, saying, "Zheng'er, what are you saying? I'm
not that lewd. From now on, when Zheng'er isn't around, I'll be a woman of pure desires for Zheng'er. Besides, it's not like I really won't
let you come even once. Just satisfy me properly when you do come! Hmm... Zheng'er, why are you here again..." …
It turned out that Ying Zheng had been aroused again by Zhu Ji's earlier coquettishness, and his large rod, still inserted in Zhu Ji's vagina,
instantly became engorged and hard. He began to speak lewdly, saying, "Mother, let Zheng'er satisfy you now
to prepare you for being a lady in the next few days!" Zhu Ji naturally knew that time was precious, so she did not refuse and rolled around with Ying Zheng
…
The fierce battle between the two of them once again took place in Zhu Ji's palace. The floor, the bed, the table, the doorway
, and the window were all marked with traces of their fierce battle…It wasn't
until the sun set that the two tidied their clothes and reluctantly parted ways.
Zhu Ji saw Ying Zheng to the door. Seeing her reluctant expression, Ying Zheng couldn't help but say, "Mother
, how about I stay tonight? I really want to spend more
time with you..." Zhu Ji sighed sadly, "You should go back. People will be suspicious... Just wait it out, and I'll stay as long as you want!"
Ying Zheng knew it was futile, so he could only nod, "Yes, Mother, I understand!" He
dared not linger any longer and left without looking back...
Zhu Ji watched Ying Zheng's receding figure, her heart aching, and tears finally fell. The mother-son relationship
had returned, but it had become complicated by desire. Although they loved each other, they couldn't be together because of their desires
... After gazing into the distance for a long time, Zhu Ji finally sighed softly and went back.
Ying Zheng was also deeply troubled. Having recently experienced the exquisite pleasures of women with Qin Qing, and no
longer averse to them, his second lover was none other than his own nominal mother. Now, just as the bond between mother and
son had finally returned, he had turned it into an affair, preventing the two from being together...
How frustrating!
In the following period, with Zhu Ji's full support, Ying Zheng absorbed the former power of Lao Ai, thus
gaining control of most of Qin's power. Lü Buwei was gradually sidelined, his power waning...
Sensing the danger, Lü Buwei quickly changed tactics, shifting from confrontation to appeasement, and embarking on a path of romance...
(To be continued
)

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