Flower in the Sea of Sin

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(Part 1)

Zhou Ping had always been an excellent student from elementary to junior high school. Given his past outstanding academic record, he was sure
to be . Not only was his academic performance excellent, but he was also quite athletic, possessing a precocious and robust physique

for a sixteen-year-old boy . 　　"Xiao Ping, your good grades at school make your mother very proud. If you have the opportunity to attend the parent-teacher conference at school in the future, your mother will be very proud..." 　　His mother, Li Xiangping, had already predicted his success even before his high school entrance exam announcement. 　　His father, Zhou Youshan, and sister, Zhou Qianru, shared the same view. 　　"Mom, Xiao Ping will definitely be at the top, without a doubt." His sister Qianru's confidence in Zhou Ping was even stronger than his mother Xiangping's. 　　Zhou Youshan sat in a recliner, leisurely smoking a cigarette. Listening to their conversation, he seemed to deeply agree, silently nodding and showing a satisfied smile. 　　The family of four hadn't gone out that evening, all gathered around the television chatting. Unfortunately, their casual conversation often centered on... [a href=http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>sexuality, which greatly displeased him. Zhou 　　Ping seemed to be the center of this family. The nickname "Xiao Ping" was used by everyone, like a saw being pulled back and forth. 　　"Can you please not call me Xiao Ping?" 　　"Why? Xiao Ping is your name!" 　　Xiang Ping, holding her two snow-white arms behind her head, combing her hair, looked at Zhou Youshan and giggled seductively. 　　This was too strange... Zhou Ping wondered. 　　On the surface, it was a harmonious family. But Zhou Ping sensed an invisible barrier between them. This invisible barrier , like a nameless pressure, often made him feel suffocated. 　　In truth, this family didn't revolve around Zhou Ping; he was merely trapped within their circle, everyone keeping a considerable distance from him. 　　Just as their appearances suggested a distant, unfriendly relationship, it was like dealing with a mentally ill patient at home. 　　"I'm sixteen years old this year! I'm so tall, even if you're blind, I still have two holes!" Zhou Ping, using his family's nickname as an excuse , vented his anger at the unfair treatment he received, deliberately shouting and uttering vulgar words. 　　Li Xiangping looked surprised. "Wow! Speaking so rudely, who taught you that? Perhaps you've made some bad friends outside?" 　　"So what if I have bad friends?" 　　"Sigh… I'm your mother…" 　　"I won't be a child forever; I have the right to choose my friends." Zhou Ping roared angrily. His mother, Li Xiangping, was stunned by this aggressive demeanor , speechless for a long time. 　　"..." The entire living room was deathly silent. 　　Clearly, Zhou Ping's remarks had silenced everyone, leaving them speechless. 　　"If you don't change how you address me, I'll become deformed if I stay here any longer," 　　said the older sister, Qianru, nestled on the sofa in her pajamas, legs bent and knees pressed together, sitting upright. "Isn't that right? The quality of friends isn't ; it's about one's own character." 　　"What you say, sister, is quite agreeable." 　　"You are Zhou Ping, from birth..." the mother suddenly shouted, seemingly angry, but stopped abruptly at the mention of "Yiping," her face showing a sudden blankness . 　　Zhou Ping froze, turning to look at his sister, Qianru, whose eyes held a chilling gaze. 　　Zhou Youshan remained silent, smoking his cigarette, seemingly oblivious. 　　There must be something fishy going on here; it must be a Zhou family secret kept only from me! Zhou Ping muttered to himself, stepping onto a narrow path. 　　That summer, before he was to enter high school, he still harbored the desire to take the entrance exam and continue his education. However, a secret within his family weighed heavily on his mind, causing him to become depressed. 　　"You're always looking so gloomy; you might be having some mental health issues. You should go to the psychiatric department of a hospital 　　for a checkup to relieve your worries," Zhou Ping's best friend, Shen Zhengde, suggested. 　　"This isn't a problem that medicine can solve. I'm perfectly normal at school, but I get caught up in worries at home!" 　　"After school, don't rush home. Do some part-time work somewhere to relax!" 　　"If you have time for part-time work, you should study harder at home." 　　Zhou Ping and Shen Zhengde had been close friends since childhood and continued to attend the same school. 　　Today, on their way home after school, Shen Zhengde sensed a significant psychological change in Zhou Ping over the past year, with his recent behavior being particularly noticeable. 　　Concerned, Shen Zhengde inquired about the root of the problem. 　　Three 　　months later, Shen Zhengde visited Zhou Ping's home several times and, based on his observations, felt he had several questions. 　　Zhou Ping's father was a middle-aged man in his fifties. Although he was very tall, he lacked the energy and vitality of an average person. His hair was completely white, which was unusual for his age. His temples were gray, and fine wrinkles on his face made him appear even older. 　　His usual leisurely demeanor and slow movements suggested premature aging. 　　His mother, Li Xiangping, appeared to be in her thirties. She had a beautiful face, with captivating eyes and delicate features. Due to her pampered upbringing , her fair skin was radiant. Her figure was curvaceous and shapely, neither too thin nor too plump, exuding the sexiness of a mature woman. 　　Her breasts, especially prominent, and her round, pert buttocks, would often sway and tremble when she flirted and struck alluring poses, leaving the men in the neighborhood dazzled. 　　Her older sister, Zhou Qianru, was eighteen years old and already a beautiful young woman. Perhaps she inherited this from her mother; although still a budding flower, she possessed a captivating figure and a charmingly alluring face. 　　These doubts swirled in Shen Zhengde's mind, making him increasingly suspicious. Could it be…? 　　So, one day, he arranged to meet Zhou Ping on campus after school.

On campus, by the weeping willows by the pond, Zhou Ping and Shen Zhengde sat side by side on the lush lawn.

Shen Zhengde's first words were, "Zhou Ping, after visiting your house a few times, I've felt something's off. I want to ask you a few questions."

"What questions? Go ahead and ask

," Shen Zhengde said, getting Zhou Ping's approval. "Have you noticed that your father and mother are quite different in age?"

Hearing Shen Zhengde mention it, Zhou Ping seemed to realize something and said, "Oh! That's right! They're more than ten years apart!"

"Your mother loves you quite a bit, doesn't she?"

"Yes!" On this point, Zhou Ping couldn't lie; his mother was indeed good to him.

"But why do you two siblings look so different?"

Shen Zhengde said, his face full of questions. He continued, "Zhou Ping, have you ever had a copy of your Zhou family's household registration?"

Zhou Ping was beginning to suspect a family secret. He shook his head and said, "No. My mother handled the procedures when I enrolled in school."

"Zhou Ping! Don't be angry when I say this! Your family's blood relations seem more complicated than those of a normal family!"

Shen Zhengde's words were like a thunderclap in a clear sky, shaking Zhou Ping's heart. Zhou Ping couldn't believe it was true, and he hoped it wasn't
. To verify this, the two agreed to skip school the next day and go to get the evidence together.

The next day, the household registration copy from the district office was laid out before Zhou Ping.

In an instant, Zhou Ping froze. His body seemed to be sucked into the earth. His mind went blank, and he read it aloud with trembling hands.

Father—Zhou Youshan, Mother—Li Xiangping, both remarried.

Zhou Qianru was brought to her husband's family by her mother, Li Xiangping, while Zhou Ping was born to Zhou Youshan's ex-wife.

"Ah! My mother and sister at home are not blood relatives..." Zhou Ping felt the cold sweat on his back soaking through his heavy clothes.

"You are Zhou Ping! From birth..." Li Xiangping's words still clearly echoed in his ears.

"Zhou Ping, look carefully!" Shen Zhengde, who accompanied him to the district office, said.

"It's nothing serious." Zhou Ping's face was full of pain as he handed the transcript to Shen Zhengde with a self-torturing feeling, making Shen Zhengde
read it carefully .

"Zhou Ping, your original biological mother's name is Huang Wanling."

"..." Zhou Ping remained silent.

"Zhou Ping! Don't complain about anyone!"

"I don't complain about anyone." Zhou Ping answered excitedly, his voice trembling with tears.

Shen Zhengde understood Zhou Ping's feelings at that moment, but didn't know how to comfort him. After all, this was a huge
blow .

"Sigh! Now that you know your background, I think it would have been better if you hadn't known."

"..."

"When you get home, don't say a word. Just live your life as usual, and don't tell anyone. When you hear someone call your nickname,
just !"

Shen Zhengde repeatedly urged him. In fact, Zhou Ping didn't have the courage to pursue the matter further.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Ping graduated from Beibei High School.

And when the university entrance exam results were released, a time of joy for some and sorrow for others, he was fortunate enough to be admitted to his ideal university, but Zhou Ping planned to drop out.

Not only would Zhou Ping have to give up his studies, but his family relationships from the past nineteen years... to be precise, from when he was one and a half years old until now, would also be broken.

This was not only a serious blow to Zhou Ping, but also a necessary process under long-term psychological pressure, and the final result.

According to the household registration transcript…

Li Xiangping and her daughter Zhou Qianru first stepped into the Zhou family's gate fourteen years ago.

Zhou Youshan's timber products company had only been operating for twelve years, so Li Xiangping came to support this
struggling family during the difficult period when Zhou Youshan was starting from scratch.

The young Zhou Ping was secretly called "Xiaoping" and raised as Li Xiangping's biological son. As for Qianru! From the age of four, fate
decreed that she must keep her secret.

Whenever Zhou Ping looked at Qianru's face, it reminded him of their different blood relationship, and his heart would flutter like a deer. When their eyes occasionally met,
he felt breathless.

Was he heartbroken? [The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and fragmented

, possibly from different sources
. A more coherent

translation would require 　　the full context.

] 　　So, Zhou Ping, still a member of the Zhou family, endured for over a year. 　　Then, during his second year of university, problems arose. 　　That night, the sky was as clear as usual, and everyone in the Zhou family was resting in their rooms. 　　"Zhou Ping, may I come in?" 　　It was midnight. Zhou Ping was in his bedroom, reading at his desk, when Qian Ru unexpectedly knocked on his door. 　　"The door's unlocked, come in yourself!" Zhou Ping ignored her knocking, responding briefly before continuing with his book. 　　"Oh! So diligent!" Following the soft voice, the beautiful Qian Ru stepped into the room, closed the door behind her, and walked towards the desk . 　　"Oh! A rare guest, please come in." 　　Zhou Ping turned around, and Qian Ru's attire stirred his heart. 　　Qianru entered wearing a bright purple nightgown, the silk fabric revealing her voluptuous, fair body beneath . Her firm, snow-white breasts were partially hidden, 　　and the high, erect nipples trembled with each step, releasing a breathtakingly alluring fragrance. 　　Her slender, graceful figure was captivating, especially the small thong she wore—something he had never seen before since he understood the nature of love between men and women .

Zhou Ping was mesmerized, a burning desire coursing through his body.

Gradually, his younger brother's awe of his older sister vanished. He felt his body had suddenly grown strong and powerful, and his unusually large penis
was, in comparison to his classmates, a truly remarkable gift.

Now, seeing his sister Qianru's alluring, voluptuous body, so full of mature girlish temptation, he felt he was now on equal footing with her.

"Xiaoping! Why are you looking at me like that! You're such a little devil!"

Qianru's fair and pretty face was flushed with a light blush, making her already beautiful and sexy features even more charming and alluring.

"Ugh! A strong smell of alcohol... Oh... you've been drinking!"

Zhou Ping smelled a strong odor of alcohol as soon as Qianru opened her mouth, and said threateningly, "You say I'm precocious, but what about you? A girl
like you sneaking a drink?"

"Ha! What? You're such a jerk for being so ungrateful! Ha!" Qianru, her face flushed with drunkenness, laughed loudly at Zhou Ping.

As she spoke, she reclined on Zhou Ping's soft bed, propping herself up with her right elbow, her hand gently supporting her rosy cheek, her alluring eyes glancing at Zhou Ping, her lips filled with boundless
desire.

She seemed to be enticing Zhou Ping to commit a crime, deliberately lifting her robe with her left hand to reveal two fair, shapely, and slender legs, and seductively saying
, "Xiao Ping! If you were a short candle, how much oil would you leak?"

Hearing her teasing and seductive words, Zhou Ping was furious at Qian Ru's mockery, and his desire was rising. He was also amused by her, his face flushed, and his anger
was surging.

He disregarded ethics and morality; the anger in his heart, like a volcano that had been dormant for a long time, could no longer be contained.

Zhou Ping angrily got up from the chair and rushed to the edge of the bed.

"Fine! I'll show you whether I'm a short candle or a flashlight!"

Zhou Ping shouted at Qian Ru, quickly stripping off his clothes and standing naked in front of her. His

strong, masculine physique was presented before Qian Ru's eyes, causing her to widen her beautiful eyes, her small mouth slightly open, and she gasped softly, her face flushed red with shyness.

"You were just mocking me for being a short candle, but I've already become a giant flashlight! But I wonder what your little cave is like?"

In an instant, Zhou Ping had stripped Qianru of her robe and panties. Even though she had struggled half-heartedly, she was still stripped naked. Her snow-white
skin was slightly flushed, and her plump, fair body had beautiful curves. Her full, alluring breasts stood high, topped with nipples like ripe grapes.
Below was a smooth abdomen, and at the junction of her full, fair thighs, thick, dark pubic hair grew. Three slightly protruding mounds of flesh, with a fleshy slit in the middle,
were truly exquisite.

He quickly bent down, his strong body pressing against the soft, smooth female body. At this moment, Zhou Ping's mouth was already at Qianru's breasts,
opening it bright red nipples into his mouth. He sucked and held them tightly. He used his tongue to move up and down, left and right, constantly swirling around the nipples.

He grabbed her other breast with one hand and pressed it down hard, kneading and rubbing the firm, white flesh. His fingers kneaded and
pinched .

Qianru, aroused, shifted her body restlessly in resistance, but this only fueled Zhou Ping's lust. He sucked on her nipple even more vigorously,
and kneaded her breast with even more force.

This teasing of pressing and sucking made Qianru, a girl with such alluring charm and sexual experience, unbearably wanton.

"Mmm... hum... um... um... um..."

Qianru felt an unbearable tingling and itching all over her body. Her breasts felt numb and itchy, a tingling sensation that penetrated deep into her bones. She enjoyed
this feeling, clenching her teeth in ecstasy, breathing heavily, letting Zhou Ping play with her beautiful body and breasts.

"Ping... Yu... I... um! Hmph! No... don't suckle... no... um... sister... sister's little sister... it's so itchy... itchy... hmph..."

After his teasing, Qianru was already tightly hugging Zhou Ping and moaning softly.

Zhou Ping knew that she was already unable to suppress her desire.

So, he intensified his methods of arousal, quickly sliding his right hand down, through her smooth lower abdomen, the hairy black bush, and
probing towards his sister's alluring peach blossom cave.

He felt a few soft pubic hairs on her vulva, her two plump labia were already hard and swollen, and the deep slit in the middle was already overflowing with lustful fluid,
so warm and hot to the touch, wet and sticky.

Suddenly, Zhou Ping inserted his finger into her fleshy hole, and then dug and probed in the smooth vulva, rotating it non-stop, teasing the tender flesh of the vaginal wall to contract and spasm
in response.

Qianru's heart pounded like a deer's, her face flushed, her white flesh trembling slightly, and she moaned, "Oh... Ping... don't touch it... um... hmph... sister
... sister will let you insert it, little sister... um... no... don't dig anymore... my pussy is itchy... itchy... hmph..."

Pressed against her soft and alluring body, Zhou Ping was already in a daze, his mind pounding. Now, Qianru's moans made him even more unable to restrain himself.

He quickly jumped off the bed, stood by the bed, grabbed Qianru's calves with both hands, raised her two round pink legs high, and stuffed his already hard and erect penis
into Qianru's wet and lustful vulva.

He squatted down, thrust his buttocks forward, and forcefully thrust his penis into her vagina.

"Plop!" A sound of genital contact.

Who knew that this little slut, Qianru, although she had a promiscuous private life and had penetrated several male classmates, her plump and delicious vulva was still so tight.
This meant that Zhou Ping's massive penis could only penetrate to the glans, which was as large as an egg.

"Ah...it hurts...Ping...you...be gentle...oh...oh..."

Qianru's vagina was already trembling with pain from the large penis, her eyes closed, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her teeth clenched as she cried out softly:

"Ping...oh...your big cock...too...too...ah...ah..." 　　Qianru's painful screams not only failed to evoke Zhou Ping's pity, but also fueled his bestial desire to invade his sister's body. At this moment,

Zhou 　　Ping had lost his reason, his mind filled only with hatred, hatred for his family background, hatred for why his mother hadn't told him, and hatred for his sister's deception. 　　Moreover, he felt his glans being tightly gripped by her small vulva, the incredibly tender vagina was so tempting, and now that his penis was inside, how could he let ? 　　He quickly threw away his sister's jade legs and instead hugged her round, plump buttocks. With another forceful thrust of his hips, his massive penis plunged in relentlessly, hitting the cervix . 　　"Ah... Ping... you... ah... ah..."

Qianru screamed and pounded her fists on Zhou Ping's chest. The throbbing pain in her vagina made her want to pull away, but he held her firmly
with his .

Once his large penis was inside, Zhou Ping began to thrust wildly. The bright red flesh of her vagina was squeezed and turned inside out by the thick penis.

Her soft clitoris trembled incessantly from the impact.

Qianru was in excruciating pain, like a virgin on her first night, her vagina stretched as if it were about to tear by Zhou Ping's strong, thick, and extra-large penis.

"Ah... God... It's... It's killing me... Ah... It hurts... Ugh... Ugh... You... You're... You're hitting the very core again... Ah... Please
... Be gentle..."

Zhou Ping did not slow down, and Qianru's desperate pleas did not move him at all. Her narrow vagina continued to be brutally pounded, and her vaginal fluids flowed
continuously the opening, running around her vulva. He thrust into her hundreds of times with a rapist-like ferocity, after all, Qianru was a girl with experience in penetration. The frenzied thrusting gradually
aroused her long-dormant desire.

"Ah... Ping... Sister... Sister isn't refusing... not letting you penetrate... um... oh... Ping... be gentle... your big cock is so hard... I
really ... can't take it..."

Qianru endured the pain, already quite adept at the pleasure of thrusting, her hands tightly embracing Zhou Ping, moaning softly.

After a period of fierce thrusting, Zhou Ping's desire was somewhat relieved. Hearing his sister's increasingly comfortable moans, he looked up at her half-closed beautiful eyes,
a smile of spring on her lips, her intoxicated and wanton appearance truly captivating. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.

Qianru also wrapped her two pink arms tightly around his neck, responding passionately, her bright red mouth wide open, allowing her brother's tongue to freely
swirl . His hands also grasped his sister's two firm and plump breasts, gently kneading and caressing them.

His buttocks stopped moving, and his large penis remained inside her wet, tender vagina, the glans pressing deep against her clitoris, rotating and rubbing.

Qianru's desire surged again from his teasing. Especially the cervix deep within her vagina, rubbed by the large glans, caused an indescribable itching sensation throughout her vagina.

"Mmm... Ping... my vagina is so itchy... hurry... hurry, use your big penis... to give me... comfort... hurry... hum... hurry... sister...
sister wants your extra-large penis..." Her whole body ached and itched, her cries becoming increasingly inappropriate with the throes of passion.

However, these moans were a great encouragement to Zhou Ping. A smug look appeared on Zhou Ping's face, his energy rising, and his swollen, red
penis stood erect. He lifted his sister's plump buttocks again and began to thrust wildly, each stroke hitting her clitoris directly.

Qianru clung tightly to his back, her tight vagina containing a large penis, swaying her slender waist in rhythm with his thrusts, her large buttocks moving gracefully
to meet his.

"Mmm...mmm...it's so beautiful...good...so good...dear brother...Ping...I want to call you dear brother...oh...your big penis...makes me
...mmm...it's so beautiful...mmm..."

"Ouch...mmm...good brother...harder...thrust harder...ahh...it's so beautiful...oh...it's so sore...mmm...I'm so happy
..."

Zhou Ping felt his heart pounding wildly; his sister's moans made him feel hot all over. He held her buttocks, his hands stroking them incessantly, his large penis thrusting in and out
even faster .

Qianru felt extremely comfortable, especially with the large penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, feeling incredibly full and comfortable. Her hair was disheveled, her arms tightly wrapped around him, her face buried
in the pillow, flushed, her teeth clenched on the corner of the pillow, her slender waist twisting violently, her buttocks thrusting high, making her wet vulva protrude even more.
The lustful fluids from her vaginal opening gushed out like a spring, soaking Zhou Ping's large penis, making him feel incredibly good.

Zhou Ping thrust even more wildly, his large penis pounding and slamming inside her vagina, the head of his penis rubbing against her clitoris until it felt numb and tingling.

"Oh...my little hole...ah...my whole body is so...weak...oh...numb...oh...the water's flowing out...
mmm...dear brother...your big cock...is so good at...penetrating...it feels so good...ah...ah..." Zhou Ping saw that her lustful fluids were flowing more and more, her vagina becoming even more moist and warm. So, without any restraint, he thrust in and out, his penis entering her vagina

as if it were his own . 　　"Ah...ah...sister...your little...cunt...so beautiful...so tight...so wet...it feels so good to have your big cock inside me..." 　　Qianru had reached the peak of her sexual climax, her little mouth panting lightly: "Mmm...mmm...so pleasurable...so wonderful...harder...mmm...dear brother... I love your...big cock...mmm...it feels so good to my little cunt..." 　　Zhou Ping had reached the final moment, his cock relentlessly pounding into his sister's juicy little cunt. Qianru tightly hugged his waist with both hands, her buttocks swaying upwards to meet his. Her cunt was flowing with lustful fluids, and his big glans went in and out, making a "sizzle! sizzle!" sound. 　　The two of them were entwined in passion, their cocks and cunts swaying and rising closely, truly a scene of boundless spring. There was no concept of ethics, only the pleasure of love between a man and a woman, making love and having sex without restraint . 　　"Ah...ah...dear brother...um...faster...my wet hole...it feels so good...uh...I'm about to go to heaven...um...Ping...hurry up and penetrate me ...fuck my little hole to death...faster..." 　　Hearing her moans and cries, Zhou Ping's lust flared even more intensely. 　　He hoisted her two pink legs onto his shoulders, his hands pressing tightly against her incredibly swollen breasts, kneading and squeezing them relentlessly. He inhaled deeply, and his penis thrust forcefully , plunging deep into his sister's vagina… 　　Qianru seemed oblivious to the pain, her hands gripping his buttocks, pressing him down hard, her legs raised high, kicking wildly, her plump buttocks thrusting upwards in a vigorous display. Her face was flushed with ecstatic lust, and she moaned softly: 　　"Ah… Ping… your big cock… your big cock… so good… mmm… it's killing my little hole… mmm… so… so beautiful… mmm…" 　　"Oh… sister… I've never… felt so good… oh… oh… I'm going to die… I can't… hold back… anymore… " 　　"Ah… ah…" Qianru shook her buttocks desperately, her clitoris unable to contain its pleasure, her vaginal fluids gushing from her uterus. 　　Her final, desperate struggle gave Zhou Ping an indescribable pleasure. The large penis felt as if it were being tightly sucked by the vagina, the clitoris like a small mouth gently biting and sucking at the glans. Zhou Ping couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure coursing through his body, and he thrust his penis in and out a few more times... 　　"Oh...oh...sister...oh..." His penis trembled as he ejaculated. 　　Both of them felt incredibly comfortable and satisfied.

From then on, the younger brother became his sister's lover, and the two often used the excuse of studying to indulge in sexual pleasure, sometimes in Zhou Ping's room, sometimes in Qianru's
boudoir .

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After spring passed, the dreary rainy season followed.

Zhou Ping was now a third-year university student.

Due to his constant enjoyment of penetration with his sister Qianru and the absorption of her precious female hormones, Zhou Ping had become more mature and robust.

He not only had an insatiable lust for Qianru, but he was also exceptionally vigorous each time, leaving Qianru ecstatic and begging for mercy.

However, Qianru still needed to find a job after graduation to put her skills to use. Through her father's connections, she entered a private trading company.
Due to the busy work schedule, she not only worked during the day but also often worked late into the night. Thus, Zhou Ping had fewer opportunities to meet her.

Ever since his intimate encounter with his sister, his sexual urges had become like an addiction, a severe craving. If he didn't release them, a burning desire would simmer within him, and
he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Ugh! Damn it, another rainy day!" Zhou Ping sat at his desk, gazing at the swirling rain outside the window, grumbling inwardly.

It was Wednesday, no classes, and he'd wanted to go out, but a light drizzle was falling, the dreaded rainy season only adding to his frustration.

On the balcony in front of his bedroom, there was a small porcelain flowerpot. Fresh green shoots were growing in it, already six or seven centimeters tall. The sharply angled leaves,
sometimes glistening in the rain, sometimes shimmering in the early summer sun, were quite a sight to behold.

"Xiaoping! Where are you?" came his mother, Li Xiangping's, calling from downstairs.

Hearing his mother call, Zhou Ping remained oblivious, staring out the window at the fine, continuous drizzle.

"Xiaoping! I called you, why didn't you answer?" Xiangping entered, angrily scolding him for not responding
.

"What is it?" Zhou Ping reluctantly turned, glancing at his mother standing in the doorway, giving a perfunctory reply before turning
back to the window.

Given Zhou Ping's attitude, coupled with his stubbornness, she felt helpless, as he wasn't her biological mother.
A strange expression flashed across Xiangping's face before she continued, "Your father just called to say he has to go on a business trip to the south today and won't be back for two or three days."

"So what?" Zhou Ping replied without turning his head, as if it were none of his business.

"Do you want to go out this afternoon? There's a good movie showing at the theater today, you could go see it!" Li Xiangping asked Zhou Ping with unusual concern.

Zhou Ping also found it strange, but he didn't have the time or the inclination to consider why his mother was rushing him out today. After a moment of silence, he
suddenly stood up from his chair, sat on the edge of the bed, lay down, pulled the blanket over his head, and said softly, "I'm very tired today, I don't want to go out, I want to
get some sleep." After saying that, Zhou Ping ignored Xiangping.

Seeing this, Xiangping knew she couldn't win against her stubborn son. So, she could only close the door dejectedly and leave Zhou Ping's bedroom. A
lewd smile appeared on her face.

Because of his bad mood, Zhou Ping quickly fell asleep while lying in bed.

He didn't know how much time had passed...

Zhou Ping slowly woke up. He always slept for very short periods, and he was very neurotic; once he woke up, he couldn't fall back asleep.
He was annoyed with himself for this problem. After tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep, he immediately sat up.

He raised his left hand, glanced at his watch, and saw it was already past four. So Zhou Ping got out of bed, went to the wardrobe, unzipped it
, and took out a set of underwear, intending to take a shower.

Holding the underwear, Zhou Ping opened the bedroom door and walked out, only to find the entire house eerily quiet.

"Strange! Where did Mom go?" Zhou Ping wondered for a moment before heading towards the bathroom.

In the Zhou family home, this house had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. After leaving Zhou Ping's bedroom, turning a corner led to his sister's bedroom, and next to her bedroom was the study. The study was for Zhou Youshan's exclusive use and connected to the master bedroom, with only one door separating the two rooms. The bathroom
was just around the corner from the master bedroom . 　　Normally, only Qianru and Zhou Ping used the bathroom. Zhou Youshan and Li Xiangping already had a suite in their master bedroom, so they often competed for the bathroom. 　　Zhou Ping walked slowly, his feet sinking into the soft carpet, feeling indescribably comfortable. 　　He turned and turned, passing his parents' room, about to enter the bathroom. Suddenly, a deep male voice came from his parents' room. 　　"Wait a minute! Didn't Mom say Dad went on a business trip to the south? Could Dad be back?" Zhou Ping thought to himself, "Never mind!" He really couldn't be bothered with their affairs. 　　He entered the bathroom, and as he turned to close the door, suddenly, another mocking male voice rang out: "Ha! Slut... good... good..." 　　Zhou Ping was stunned! 　　He knew his father well; he was a strict, stern man, always upright and kind, and would never utter such vulgar words. 　　"Then...whose voice is that?...Could it be..." Zhou Ping's mind reeled as if struck by lightning; he couldn't bear to imagine it. 　　Rumors of his mother's infidelity had circulated, but he hadn't believed them. Now, he felt a surge of indignation for his father. 　　"How could my mother..." He quickly put down his underwear, slipped past the master bedroom, returned to his own, and swiftly retrieved the key to his study from a drawer. He then ran quietly to the study. 　　Zhou Ping slowly opened the door and rushed into the study. He saw the partition between the study and the bedroom, with a large, clear glass window. 　　He quickly grabbed a chair, placed it in front of the partition, and quietly climbed onto it. Standing on the chair, Zhou Ping gripped the window frame, craning his neck to look into his parents' bedroom. 　　"Just as I thought! Damn it, that bitch Mom..." Zhou Ping cursed under his breath upon seeing the bedroom. 　　The furniture in the master bedroom remained untouched, but a naked couple lay on the bed: the woman was Zhou Ping's mother, Li Xiangping, while the man was someone Zhou Ping didn't recognize.

The man had thick eyebrows and large ears, a muscular and imposing physique, and appeared to be in his forties. He sat on the bed, reclining at the head of the bed, his
two hairy, strong thighs stretched out, and between them stood an erect, swollen penis. That thick, long penis might surprise others,
but Zhou Ping wasn't.

In fact, the man's penis was unusually thick and long, almost the same length as Zhou Ping's, but Zhou Ping's penis had a unique feature.
While the man's shaft was thick and long, it narrowed towards the glans, unlike Zhou Ping's thick, long penis, which had a large, egg-shaped glans.

At that moment, Xiang Ping was kneeling between the man's legs, her hands stroking the swollen penis.

Although Xiang Ping was nearly thirty, she was incredibly beautiful. The relentless passage of time, though undeniably changing her appearance, has only enhanced Xiangping's mature femininity. Her skin, as white as jade, is smooth and flawless. 　　Despite having given birth, her abdomen remains flat and firm, and her two large, full breasts, like freshly baked steamed buns, are breathtakingly
. Her slender waist, however, remains...

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