【The Soul of Rumba】(1-4)

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( 　　I)
In 　　1988, the Théatre Sainte-émilion in Paris, France, hosted the triennial World Rumba Dance Competition. The stands were 　　packed with people, many of whom had traveled from England specifically to watch, as they didn't want to miss any 　　of the Karen couple's performances. Their dancing was considered the best in the world, a source of great pride for the British. 　　As the competition was about to begin, two hosts slowly walked onto the stage. A beautiful young woman smiled and announced to the audience: 　　"Good morning, audience! The World Rumba Dance Competition that everyone has been eagerly anticipating has officially begun." At this moment, the music began 　　to play, and the Karen couple's admirers in the stands raised British flags, chanting Karen and Charleson's names 　　. 　　The laser lights that had been moving around suddenly stopped at the contestants' entrance, and the music stopped as well. 　　The entire venue seemed to be under a spell, falling into complete silence. A burst of dazzling golden light emanated from the entrance 　　, and a glamorous and sexy woman and a man dressed in black stepped out, dancing. 　　The people in the stands finally recognized them: it was the Karen couple. 　　The quiet hall erupted in thunderous applause and cheers from admirers. 　　Karen and her husband, naturally overjoyed, danced around the perimeter of the dance floor, warmly greeting their followers 　　with smiles. Although the hall was chaotic, the emcee continued in her sweet voice, "This 　　is a contestant from Germany. Now, we have a contestant from China, the man, Zhang 　　Dekai, whom everyone is familiar with. He… and finally, he has a new dance partner this year, reportedly his student, only 16 years old. 　　Let's welcome them. 　　Zhang Dekai, with a young girl, represents China." The noise immediately ceased, as everyone 　　was captivated by Lin Qing from China. 　　Karen also felt the men's eyes leave her and curiously looked towards Lin Qing. 　　Upon seeing her… Even the usually outgoing Zhang Dekai felt a pang of jealousy. The girl was so beautiful, dressed in a silver dance gown. The noble 　　and elegant silver-white revealed the beauty of an Eastern woman, and the tightly fitted skirt accentuated her 　　sensuality, surpassing that of Western women. To praise her beauty, the audience applauded in an orderly fashion. 　　The bewilderment of being the center of attention as soon as she entered the dance floor, coupled with her revealing attire, made her somewhat 　　uncomfortable. The Westerners staring at her nakedly made her uneasy. Sensing the student's unease, Zhang Dekai 　　reached out and took her small hand, the warmth from his touch soothing her heart. 　　She had always secretly admired him, and as his... Her student had always admired him; he was a dance prodigy 　　, and his grand dream was also her dream. To achieve their shared ideals and be able to complete them with her beloved 　　, what was there to fear? Thinking this, confidence instantly filled her heart. 　　After the contestants from various countries entered the arena, they took their positions, posing for the group dance competition to begin. 　　Karen struck a seductive pose, her waist swaying like a water snake, her curves 　　trembling slightly with every exposed area. She was deliberately trying to intimidate Lin Qing. 　　If it weren't for her teacher's dream, perhaps she would have run away. That woman was too strong; even her casual movements exuded the 　　power of a generation of dancers. Her demeanor and allure were captivating. If her beauty could stir any man's heart, then 　　the way she danced could ensnare both men and women with the seductive charm emanating from her entire being. 　　While still pondering this, she suddenly felt her waist embraced. Looking up, she saw Zhang Dekai's deep, confident 　　eyes. Yes, he was confident. She smiled. 　　Seeing her student remain confident despite the dance queen's provocation, she felt much more at ease and 　　smiled back at him. He was confident because this student was a dance prodigy. He himself had repeatedly 　　missed out on the championship due to a lack of a good dance partner. Fortunately, heaven had blessed him with such a wonderful student. 　　"Xiao Lin, the competition is about to begin. Are you confident?" 　　"Teacher, I will try my best. I believe you will definitely win first place." 　　The music began, and the mixed dance competition started. Contestants from various countries swayed to the lively rumba, their sexy 　　bodies displaying feminine charm with the rhythm of the dance steps, while the men displayed their clean and powerful masculinity 　　. 　　Five minutes into the performance, only two couples remained dancing on the silver-lit dance floor. The other 　　dancers stopped to applaud these two equally matched rivals. They felt 　　the interplay of gold and silver, the gentleness and sensuality of the East. 　　Zhang Dekai, in the heat of the dance, felt he had reached the pinnacle of world dance. The movements of the dance queen and emperor 　　slowed, and the audience's applause, once following the two, now beat in their own rhythm. 　　Feeling the joy of victory, Lin Qing, seeing her teacher's smile spread from his heart, understood 　　what he was so happy about. Yes, her teacher had finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish… Just as she was about to offer him a congratulatory smile, 　　she suddenly felt his hands begin to tremble irregularly. Looking at his face, her previous admirable smile 　　had been replaced by a deathly pale expression of fear. 　　Lin Qing quickly supported her teacher's swaying body, her heart filled with anxiety. She couldn't help but cry, "Teacher 　　, what's wrong? Teacher... Dekai!" Her sobs were heartbreaking to hear. Kind people helped 　　Lin Qing carry the unconscious Zhang Dekai off the field. Lin Qing held Dekai's hand tightly, calling out his name and weeping 　　. 　　An ambulance was parked at the door, and several nurses got out and lifted Zhang Dekai into the vehicle, speeding 　　towards the hospital. Sitting in the ambulance, Lin Qing looked at her teacher's condition, crying helplessly and calling his 　　name, praying silently. 　　Three months later, the sound of things breaking echoed from room 107, followed by a furious roar 　　: "Get out! All of you get out!" 　　"Teacher, your hand is broken... 555555..." 　　The man lying on the hospital bed was Zhang Dekai, and the wronged girl was his student, Lin Qing. 　　Facing the tearful girl, he didn't stop his attack: "What are you crying for? Go away, 　　all of you get out of here! I don't need your pity." The gentle and kind man of the past had become unreasonable. 　　The changes and hardships of these past days had drastically altered his character.

Three months ago, just as he was about to win the world championship, an accident occurred, and doctors diagnosed him with
hemiplegia. He could endure this, he could… but misfortune hadn't left him yet.
His girlfriend of four years, He Ling, broke up with him. The reason was that he was disabled. This
finally caused him to explode, and the victim was this poor girl.
Although Lin Qing was being scolded by him, she understood his pain. She didn't want him to suffer any more. "Teacher,
please don't do this, teacher… you…" But she didn't know how to comfort him. All she could do was
suck on his cut finger.
Zhang Dekai was unmoved, flicking his finger out of her mouth and calming himself before saying, "No
need, Xiaolin, you can go now. I want to rest."
Although he had calmed down, she sensed his heart had died. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, she threw herself into
his arms, crying, "Dekai, I love you... I love you."
Tears streamed down her snow-white clothes, soaking Dekai's shirt. Her pitiful appearance, coupled with those
three words of "I love you" that struck him so deeply, calmed his anger. He knew his student was a guileless, pure, and earnest girl
. He could feel the most genuine love and care from her. For the past three months, she had been
taking care of him. If it wasn't because she loved him, what other reason could he have?
Moved, Zhang Dekai slowly raised his hand to stroke the hair that had fallen across his chest, to comfort
the girl who had suffered at his hands. Just then, a voice from deep within his heart warned him not to ruin
a lovely girl's life. Thinking of this, yes, he couldn't be so selfish, making this beautiful
young woman bear the burden of his disability.
Suddenly, Lin Qing was forcefully pushed away by Zhang Dekai. After stumbling back a few steps, she finally regained her balance. She saw
Dekai's eyes; now there was no anger, but a contemptuous smile: "Haha...do you really love me
?"
Lin Qing, now open-minded, abandoned her girlish reserve and cried, "Dekai...I love you.
I fell in love with you the moment you taught me to dance...a long time ago..."
Hearing that heartfelt confession, Dekai felt immense pain. He quickly stopped her, saying, "Don't say anymore. Do you even know what love is? Fine, then give me your love." He then pulled back the covers and 　　pulled out
his limp penis from his pants . 　　Seeing her beloved reveal his genitals, Lin Qing froze, then blushed. 　　To completely break her heart, Dekai, enduring the torment of heartache, teased her while masturbating with his gloved hand 　　: "See? If you love me, then fuck me, penetrate me, use your mouth to make it hard. 　　That's all I need." 　　Being a young girl, how could she bear what she saw? She couldn't take it anymore and ran out crying. 　　She was finally gone, and Dekai was like a deflated balloon. His heart began to clench. His girlfriend 　　's breakup that morning had only made him feel betrayed after his own crippling experience, but after Lin Qing left, he truly understood what 　　heartache meant. Even this passionate man shed tears for his lost love, the tears mingling with the 　　dampness his lover had left on his chest. 　　It was late at night, and Dekai still hadn't fallen asleep. The pain of his beloved's departure kept him awake. 　　Just then, the door opened softly. He felt someone enter, but he didn't think about who it was—probably 　　a nurse, or a thief… He had nothing to steal anyway, so who cared? 　　The person quietly approached him. He glanced at her; it was her. She was back, his love. 　　The person who quietly entered was Lin Qing. After running out crying, she was initially filled with shame and anger. Later 　　, after calming down and thinking it over repeatedly, she finally understood. Since she loved him, she should give him everything; what he said 　　was insignificant. So she went to the street and bought a video of marital sex. Although the images were so explicit 　　, she still studied them diligently. 　　Looking at Dekai sleeping soundly on the bed, she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I love you! 　　I will give you everything." Her breath brushed against Dekai's ear, and he, pretending to be asleep, almost groaned in pleasure 　　. But he wanted to know what she meant by "giving you everything." 　　After the breath, he heard a rustling sound, and he half-opened his eyes and looked—oh my god! Lin Qing had 　　already taken off her top, and with the moonlight streaming through the window, her snow-white, sexy skin was revealed before him 　　. Facing away from him, she unhooked her bra, and her breasts, now free, sprang forth, the moonlight 　　highlighting her erect nipples. 　　Her soft, delicate hands began to undo her panties, and De Kai hurriedly closed his eyes. But he couldn't resist his desire 　　and looked again. This time, she was facing him, her shy face, full, firm 　　breasts, alluring curves, and the dark forest below her sexy abdomen vaguely visible before him. 　　Lin Qing's heart pounded wildly. Although she had already made up her mind, she still… really… really… 　　made her decision. 　　Her snow-white hand slowly caressed his cheek, her fingers gently tracing lines on his face. He was so handsome; his 　　resolute expression pierced Lin Qing's kind and gentle heart. She murmured softly to herself, "Dekai, 　　you will be happy, because I'm here." Without further hesitation, she overcame her pounding 　　heart. Slowly, she reached for his chest, gently unbuttoning his shirt. 　　Hearing Xiaoqing's confession and catching a glimpse of her deep affection, Dekai awoke from his lust. 　　A voice inside him told him, "I can't do that. I can't let this beautiful flower wither for me. I must 　　stop it." Suddenly, a cool breeze came from his right, followed by a fiery body beside him. She nestled 　　close, her smooth skin tantalizing his senses. Small hands began to undo his underwear. Dekai 　　was left with only one line of defense. 　　If he couldn't protect her, he realized he couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore. Dekai forced himself to regain his composure, resolutely 　　opening his eyes and glaring at Lin Qing. He wanted to say something hurtful, like "bitch" or "slut," but the 　　words wouldn't come out. He could only hold her small hand and look at her with deep eyes.

Surprisingly, she remained remarkably calm, completely naked before a man. She smiled slightly at him and said, "You're
awake...do you need to pee?" She seemed unaware that she was unzipping a man's pants.
"Lin Qing, don't do this, we can't."
"Why not? I love you...love me and that's enough."
He felt her body begin to tremble, knowing he had hurt her, his heart began to clench
, aching terribly. For her sake, even with the pain, he had to say the opposite: "I don't love you, and I
'm crippled now..."
Hearing her beloved mention his crippling status again, her heart ached even more than his. Lin Qing would rather he insult her, humiliate
her, than hear him say he was useless. An uncontrollable tide of emotion gave her boundless strength, and
she willingly pressed her fragrant lips against his, stopping him from continuing to speak ill of her.
A surge of heat, from the tender pink tongue on her lips, rushed straight to his heart. The woman's soft breasts
pressed tightly against his chest, the close contact allowing them to hear each other's tense, rapid heartbeats.
Her soft body writhed against him like a water snake, every inch of him feeling her touch.
Good heavens! This is insane! Dekai thought to himself, grasping her slender waist with both hands, preparing
to push her away forcefully, when just then! ...
"Drip..." It was a sound inaudible to humans, but Dekai could feel it. A drop of water fell on his
face, then his left cheek... then his right cheek... With each drop, Dekai's heart trembled.
Because those were Qing's tears, tears that nourished like spring rain, and his dead heart was resurrected in those silent tears. His
long-suppressed emotions finally erupted, and his hands, which had been about to push Qing away, climbed onto her hair.
He returned her kiss passionately... Now, only the words "I want you" lingered in his heart. His large hands caressed every inch of her smooth, fleshy
skin. Once the pent-up desire was released, it was truly unstoppable.
Heartbroken Qing received her lover's reward, though he held her a little too tightly, making her waist ache, especially
as his wicked hand explored the depths of her forest. He gently teased her petals,
pressing the buds with his thumb. The stimulating pleasure surged through her brain, but the unexpressed
pleasure from the passionate kiss flowed from her brain to every part of her body, then concentrated in her lower abdomen, and then… through her flower
chamber… flowed out of her flower petals… dripping onto her lover's teasing fingers. Her
previously numb lower body finally reacted. His thick, white penis began to rise. Quietly,
it pressed against Qing's buttocks, and his teasing hand moved to the side of the weapon, grasping it, letting the thirsty glans
slide into her moist petals.
After being pressed against by the large object, Qing and Dekai paused their passionate kiss, gazing at each other with eyes sparkling
with boundless love and happiness. Dekai could sense her anticipation and her unwavering resolve. Since things had come to this,
let's begin.
Although he was about to penetrate her, it was Qing's first time, and Dekai couldn't help but worry, reminding her, "Qing, I
'm going in. If it hurts, just say so... don't force yourself."
Knowing that her lover was about to insert the python lurking in her cleft into her body, she felt a little flustered, but
her reassurance immediately put her at ease. She pursed her pink lips, nodded, and hummed
in agreement.
Dekai understood her meaning and cupped her buttocks with both hands.
( 　　II 　　)
********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　Sitting in the living room watching TV, Dekai wasn't as well-preserved as Lin Qing. Now in his forties 　　, coupled with his physical limitations, he looked much older, not much different from a fifty-year-old. 　　Hearing his young and beautiful wife humming a song in the kitchen, harassed by that seductive sweet voice, Dekai couldn't 　　sit still. He slowly stood up and trudged towards the kitchen with his unsteady legs. 　　From the doorway, seeing his wife's full, sexy back and the tight dress that clung to her round buttocks, Old Zhang 　　felt a little dizzy. Although his own health wasn't great, he just couldn't resist looking at his wife's beautiful figure. 　　He slowly approached his wife, his eyes fixed on her buttocks. 　　Lin Qing, busy at work, sensed someone moving behind her and guessed it was Dekai: "Honey, what are you doing here! The kitchen 　　's dirty, go wait in the living room." 　　"I came to see if there's anything I can help with," she said deliberately, trying to cover up her guilty conscience. 　　"Don't give me that. Help? I know what you're up to!" Hearing her husband's heavy breathing, 　　she knew what he was thinking. 　　He'd been seen through, huh? He didn't answer, but moved closer to his wife's back, his hands 　　encircling her soft breasts. Lin Qing, busy washing vegetables, didn't have a free hand to stop his lewd advances 　　. 　　Lin Qing protested, "You old lecher, take your hands off me, or how am I supposed to do anything?" 　　Clearly, his protest was ineffective. Dekai was completely absorbed in his wife's alluring body, so soft and comfortable, 　　rubbing his lower body hard against her buttocks, occasionally sliding his erection into her cleft. 　　Overwhelmed by her husband's obscene advances, Lin Qing struggled to move. But Dekai held her 　　tightly like an octopus, his hands kneading her breasts relentlessly. With Dekai's teasing, she began to feel aroused, 　　opening her mouth to hum softly. 　　The aroused man moved his hand to his wife's lower abdomen, caressing her buttocks outside her underwear, his other hand...

Lifting her skirt to her waist, Dekai admired his wife's beautiful buttocks while his hand, which had been caressing her pubic hair,
slipped inside her panties and slipped inside her vulva. His fingers twitched slightly, and he heard his wife moan softly, followed by a warm flow that moistened
his finger as it penetrated her.
"Ugh, how did you come so quickly? I want…" Dekai muttered, looking at his hand covered in her fluids.
"Want what… It's all your fault, look how wet my panties are."
Dekai laughed, "So what if they're wet? I'll go change them for you." He then began to pull down his wife's panties
.
"You old bastard, stop it!" The couple had been married for many years and weren't as shy or reserved about sex as they had been in their youth.
Lin Qing's face flushed red at the thought of her husband wanting to do *that* in the kitchen.
Stop? No way! Dekai had already pulled his wife's panties down to her calves, then pulled them off her high heels.
Ignoring his wife's words, he was about to unzip his pants, pull out his large, white penis, and plunge it into the
hole saturated with semen.
"Mom, is dinner ready? I'm starving! What's going on? Where's Dad?" After a flurry of shouts, slow, even
footsteps approached the kitchen.
The couple exchanged a glance, thinking simultaneously, "Oh my god!" They had been so engrossed in their passion that
they hadn't even heard their son open the door. Dekai tried to put his penis back in his pants,
but the semen-soaked underwear on the floor wouldn't fit. Lin Qing reacted faster, kicking the underwear under the refrigerator.
The door opened, and a head peeked in, asking, "Mom, is dinner ready? I'm starving... Oh... Dad
, you're here too. Are you helping Mom cook?" Although Zhang Tian rarely came home, he seldom saw his father in the kitchen because of
his bad leg.
"This... that..." Despite his age, Dekai was still slow to react,
unable to speak for a long time.
Lin Qing, ever the shrewd one, laughed, "Xiao Tian, your dad knows you're home, so he's going to cook one of his signature dishes for you."
Hearing that his dad was going to cook, Xiao Tian panicked. "What? His signature dish? Forget it, Mom, you don't know
Dad's cooking skills."
Lin Qing feigned helplessness, complaining to her son, "Yes...yes, that's why
I don't let him cook, but he just makes things worse."
Xiao Tian strongly protested against the mother and son's cooperation: "What? Is my cooking really that bad?"
"Well...the smell is...it makes me want to vomit."
"No way."
"Alright, enough about your dad. Go and get him to watch TV in the living room."
"Okay, come on, Dad, don't get in the way." Hearing his mother's order, Zhang Tian quickly helped
his father up and forcibly led him into the living room.
Seeing her son leave, Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief. She thought to herself, "That was close! If my son had seen this, I don't know
how embarrassing it would have been." She quickly bent down to find her underwear. Suddenly, she heard her son shout, "Mom, what are you
doing?"
Ugh, that kid's come in again. She quickly stood up and smiled, "I lost my ring, but I found it now..."
To convince her son, she even held out her hand to show him.
"That's good, Mom. Let me help you wash the vegetables." With that, Zhang Tian rolled up his sleeves and joined in washing the vegetables
.
It was really uncomfortable to be washing vegetables with your bare bottom exposed. Lin Qing was suffering now, but what could she do? Her husband was so
indecent.
Finally, she got through it all, and with a heart full of anxiety, the delicious eight dishes and soup were finally finished. Lin Qing
took off her apron and said to Zhang Tian, "Tian'er, you take the dishes upstairs, I'm going to change my clothes."
"Okay, I'll take care of it, don't worry."
"Good boy, come here for a kiss..." She kissed Zhang Tian on the forehead. Then she turned and fled the scene.
As she passed through the living room, she saw her husband giving her a sly smile. Anger welled up inside her, and
she lightly slapped him to show she was angry!
Seeing his wife's disheveled state, Dekai laughed heartily, then, remembering she wasn't wearing anything underneath, he couldn't resist
reaching under her skirt and touching her. "
That rascal! Our son's almost here, and he still dares to do this!" He stopped arguing, pulled away, glared at him, and said
, "Go wash your hands. You're not allowed to eat until you're clean." With that, he dashed to his room.
"Mom, your braised pork is so delicious!"
"If it's good, eat more." Watching their son wolf down his food, Lin Qing and her husband felt a pang of heartache.
It turned out that, to fulfill her husband's long-cherished wish, Lin Qing had sent their son, Tian'er, to the Shanghai
Academy of Arts to study rumba when he was six years old, while the couple was still in Beijing. In recent years, Lin Qing's clothing store had flourished, and
her designs had caught the eye of foreign buyers. Becoming a beneficiary of the reform and opening-up policy, she
opened Lin Qing Co., Ltd. in Shanghai, allowing the family of three to reunite there.
Seeing his parents stop eating and watch him eat, he put down his chopsticks and called to them, "Mom and Dad, why
aren't you eating?"
The couple, seeing their son's filial piety, smiled happily, "Silly child, eat! Mom will eat too, and you
eat too, Lao Zhang. Otherwise, our child won't be able to eat."
Dekai answered with actions, picking up his bowl and munching away.
After dinner, the family enjoyed a peaceful time together. The father was kind, the son filial, the wife virtuous, and the husband respectful. Zhang Tian
chatted sweetly with Lin Qing and her son, then played chess with his father, their laughter echoing throughout the room.
"Tian'er is so good."
"Yes." She answered with a bit more strength.
"He's only six years old and he's already come all the way to Shanghai to learn dance. Aren't we being a little cruel?"
"Yes." She answered casually.
"Are you listening... ah... where are you touching... stop touching... I'm going to talk to you about our son
."
Dekai turned his wife over. "Wife, don't be angry. It's tough on the child, but there's nothing
we can do. You know my dream, and it's all my fault for being disabled. I can't achieve it myself, so I have to rely on
him."
Hearing her husband's words and seeing his self-blame, she quickly comforted him, "Honey, I was wrong."
"You know you were wrong? You have to make it up to me."
"What do you mean, 'pay up'... your hand's back again." A soft panting followed Lin Qing's moan as Dekai
pounced on her like a hungry tiger, pinning her beneath him. His erect penis expertly parted her nightgown, smoothly penetrating
her petals and thrusting deep inside.
Her husband showed no mercy, his thrusts provoking Lin Qing's displeasure. She reached out and pounded on him, threatening, "Go
slower, it hurts! If you keep this up, I'm sleeping in another room."
Dekai had no time to answer; his mouth was busy sucking and biting her breasts, making smacking
sounds, while his penis continued its relentless thrusting.
It seemed pointless to argue or curse. Lin Qing could only suppress her protests, accepting the pleasure of her husband's repeated
thrusts. She swayed her body in rhythm, moaning softly to enhance her husband's masculine pride
.
Hearing his wife's low moans and groans, he instantly felt his own strength. He frantically kneaded her full breasts
, his still-energized penis forcefully thrusting into her overflowing vagina, pounding hundreds of times until his whole body trembled
.
Lin Qing knew this was the prelude to the man's climax and quickly hugged him tightly. She pressed her hips against Dekai, inserting
his penis deep into her body. Then, with a satisfied moan, she cried out, "Ah, I can't take it anymore,
husband... I'm going to die." She then received Dekai's ejaculate after his satisfaction.
Although Dekai had been deeply infatuated with his wife's body for years, his body was different from others. His hand
was alright, but his penis was far inferior. After four or five minutes of struggling in bed, he was exhausted, completely drained
, and panting heavily.
Qing, being considerate of her husband, pretended to be in pain and whined, "Honey, please be gentler next time...it
hurts so much."
"Hehe..." Hearing Qing say that he had hurt her a lot, he wanted to say something heroic, but he was too
tired, so he just laughed a few times smugly.
"You're still laughing? Look how much you've hurt me down there."
Dekai, finally catching his breath, found his wife's whining appearance very charming, so he reached down to his wife's crotch and touched
the petals that were covered in semen.
"Stop fooling around, I have something important to tell you." He moved his fingers away from her flower path.
"What is it?" Dekai, who was already very tired, took the opportunity to withdraw his fingers. He was really tired, and if he really
aroused his wife's desire, he really didn't know how he would handle it.
"Honey, our son has grown so much taller."
"Mmm."
"Honey, I want to close our business in Shanghai and come to Beijing."
"That way we can take care of the child." After talking for a while without getting a response, she glanced at Dekai, only to
see him already asleep, breathing evenly through his nose.
"That rascal, he fell asleep after just a few words." Seeing him asleep like that, she could only shake her head and sigh. Oh well, she decided to
ignore him. Her lower body was wet and covered in sticky fluid; she needed to clean it up. So she got up, went to the bedside table
, and took some tissues to wipe Dekai's dirty penis. Then she put on her pajamas and went to the bathroom to wash away the
remaining semen.
Warm water washed over her smooth skin, flowing smoothly along her body's curves without splashing. She lowered
her head, looking at the sticky areas, and wiped them with a towel. Using two fingers, she parted the brownish-red labia, letting
the remaining fluid drip out of the red opening. After cleaning herself, she put on a white nightgown.
On her way back to her room, she passed by her son's door and couldn't help but push it open. Seeing her son
sleeping on the bed, she couldn't help but smile. He was sleeping terribly; half the blanket was on the floor, and he was lying across the middle of the bed with
his legs spread apart. She quickly went over and gently picked him up, slowly
moving him towards the head of the bed.
Fortunately, although Zhang Tian was asleep, his body's instincts were still intact; he
moved with the help of someone, so Lin Qing didn't have much effort to reposition him.
But then, Zhang Tian dreamed of a white steamed bun and bit into it. He bit Lin Qing's breast hard
, causing her to wince in pain. Afraid of waking her son, she endured the pain and
slowly pulled her breast away from his bite.
Sigh! Through the sheer white nightgown, she could vaguely see several rows of teeth marks on her white breast. Looking again,
her son was still sticking out his tongue, mouth agape... smacking his lips as if he were eating something
delicious. Lin Qing couldn't help but laugh and cry. Her son's sweet dream had come at the cost of her breasts. Luckily , he
hadn't been so rough with them when he was little, or her proud breasts would have been gone long ago.
After this little incident, the mother pulled the blanket that had fallen to the floor over her son and covered him properly. Then
she gently kissed her precious son's head, silently wishing him a good night's sleep. After her blessing, she gently turned off
the dim wall lamp, and everything was quiet in the boundless night. Xiao Tian's family peacefully spent this
beautiful weekend.
There have been too many rights and wrongs in love; now, in this exuberant setting... men and women shouldn't wait... freedom
, freedom.
Loud music accompanied by a rock speaker vibrated throughout the house. The couple sleeping soundly in the bedroom were awakened by the music and couldn't help but exchange 　　a helpless
glance .
They looked at each other, frowning.
He smiled wryly, "Our darling, what have you been doing so early in the morning?"
Lin Qing glanced at the clock by the bedside; it was only 5:30. He had the same expression as Dekai.
"Luckily, we're the only family here, otherwise they'd definitely come to the police station." He looked worried, as if he had nothing to lose
.
Seeing that, Lin Qing couldn't help but chuckle, patting Dekai's shoulder and laughingly scolding, "You jinx
! Our son is the best, getting up early to exercise, unlike you, you lazybones who just sleep."
His wife, a charming young woman, had a smile that could launch a thousand ships, her allure undeniable. She reached out and pulled Dekai
into her arms, grabbing her breasts beneath her pajamas and groping them.
"What are you doing? Let go!"
"You called me a lazybones, now I get up early to exercise too." Their conversation, a product of years of married life...
Without any scruples, Dekai naturally blurted out anything.
Lin Qing, not as thick-skinned as Dekai, almost fainted upon hearing her husband's shameless explanation. "What?! This
is called exercise...you really are..."
Dekai ignored his wife's protests and pressed down on her. Lifting her nightgown, he was about to feast on her ample breasts
when he saw several rows of bloodstains clearly imprinted on the swollen white mounds.
Seeing her husband's eyes gleaming as he stared at her breasts, she angrily said, "What are you looking at? It's all your doing."
Heh, she'd settle the score with her father instead of her son. How ruthless.
"It hurts, I'm sorry, wife, I'll make it up to you gently."
"What do you mean by making it up...oh..." She felt it was unfair that her husband was licking her injured breasts, yet she
also enjoyed it. Seeing his wife aroused, Dekai spread her legs apart and clamped them between his lower abdomen.
"Gently... Oh... You rascal, did you hear that?"
"Wife is already being very gentle..." Dekai, who was thrusting, heard his wife's question and felt wronged, so he vomited bitterly
.
"Hmm... Gently... Ouch." Two white bodies moved back and
forth on the bed to the music outside.
(III)
Tired from shopping and hiding from the scorching sun, she squeezed onto the bus and encountered a pervert. His penis poked her buttocks through the cloth, and the glans pressed against her flower.
After cleaning up her husband, Lin Qing slowly came to the hall. Seeing her son practicing, his skillful
movements far beyond his years, she secretly felt proud: "No wonder he's my and Dekai's son,
his talent for dance is exceptional."
Just then, Zhang Tian saw his mother and quickly greeted her, "Mom, you're up so early! Where's Dad? Isn't he up
yet?"
Lin Qing looked at her son, gave him a thumbs-up, and praised, "Little Tian is very good. Keep practicing! I'll make you
breakfast. Also, your dad is still sleeping."
Little Tian, still dancing, made a face: "Dad's a lazybones, still not up this late."
Seeing her son playfully teasing his father, Lin Qing pretended to be angry and said, "Don't talk about your dad like that, he's
not in good health." Just then, she couldn't help but recall Dekai's disheveled appearance, lying on the bed panting heavily when they came out,
and couldn't help but smile, secretly cursing, "This isn't my fault, it's all his fault for trying to be strong, he ejaculated twice,
no wonder he's dead."
Zhang Tian, intimidated by his mother's fierce expression, saw her secretly laughing. She quickly made a face at her…
“Hey! This child.” Seeing Tian’er’s mischievous appearance, Lin Qing felt a sense of family joy and laughed, “Naughty
boy, hee hee.” Then she walked towards the kitchen.
Bread and milk were ready; they just needed to be heated up. She’d fry two eggs, and breakfast would be done
. After finishing, Lin Qing called to Tian in the living room, “Tian, breakfast is ready! Come in and wash your hands.”
He was hungry from dancing, and hearing that breakfast was available, he rushed to the kitchen.
Seeing her son’s clumsy manner, she quickly reminded him, “Don’t run! Slow down, the kitchen floor is slippery.”
“Mom, let me go, I’m washing my hands.”
“Oh… you’re sweating so much! Here, let Mom wipe you down.” Seeing Tian’er covered in sweat, she grabbed
a towel and started cleaning.
Suddenly everything went black. Unaccustomed to having someone wipe his face, Xiao Tian flailed around, "Ugh... I
'll do it myself... I'll do it myself."
"Okay, all clean now! Here! Take the milk out, I'll take the rest."
Zhang Tian, still in his developmental stage, ate with particularly unsightly manners, gulping down a large amount of milk with
a series of loud slurping noises. Lin Qing frowned, thinking, "Good heavens, is he really like his dad described when he was little—
a reincarnation of a starving ghost?"
After finishing, Xiao Tian patted his belly contentedly and licked his mouth.
Lin Qing frowned and scolded with a smile, "Xiao Tian, why do you eat so messily? Do you eat like this at school too
?"
"No, I eat slowly at school."
"Then why do you eat so messily at home?"
"Because Mom's breakfast is so delicious, I ate it a little too excitedly." Unexpectedly, Zhang Tian even knew how to
flatter his mother.
After being praised by her son, Lin Qing laughed so hard she trembled, then spat and said, "Alright! Stop fooling around. Go
change your clothes, let's go for a walk."
"Okay!" It was rare for mother and son to go out together, and Xiao Tian shouted before rushing to his bedroom like a whirlwind.
"Sigh...this child...he's fifteen and still so mischievous, unlike people of our time."
After comparing modern people with those of the past, she shook her head and took her husband's breakfast to De Kai.
De Kai was half-lying on the bed, waiting for his wife to feed him. Just then, his son's urgent voice came from outside:
"Mom, hurry up...I'm all changed."
"Honey, I'm taking our son out to play, you eat slowly."
"Okay, go ahead, you don't need your husband anymore now that you have a son."
Oh dear, her husband was jealous of Xiao Tian. To compensate for her husband's broken heart, Lin Qing gently kissed De Kai's
forehead and said, "Good boy, honey." After being comforted by his wife, Dekai finally watched her leave with a sigh of relief.
In the sweltering summer, many people are reluctant to go out. But today, being Sunday, the streets were packed with people. Mother
and son chatted and laughed all the way, busy from 7 a.m. until 10 a.m. Having walked for most of the day, they were both
tired. So they found a bench by the roadside and sat down. "So tired," Lin Qing rubbed her slightly sore
thighs. Feeling a bit better, she looked up at her son and saw that he was in particularly good spirits, fiddling
with his newly bought phone.
"Wow, he's got real energy! He's been walking all day, but he's still full of energy!" Checking the time, it was 10 a.m.,
time to go home and make dinner. She stood up and called out, "Xiao Tian, go!"
Seeing his mother was going home, Xiao Tian quickly stood up.
Lin Qing went to the roadside, looked left and right, and finally exclaimed, "Huh?" Zhang Tian, seeing his mother's dazed expression,
guessed what was going on. So I went up and explained, "This is a green area; there are no taxis here."
Oh, I see! No wonder there hadn't been a single taxi for so long. The mystery was solved. But there were no taxis...
"How are we going to get there? I can't walk anymore," she thought, her beautiful face contorting with distress.
"It's okay, there's a tram, it's not far ahead."
Having a vehicle is better than having none, so a tram it is. Arriving at the tram stop, wow, so many people! The platform was
packed with people. Lin Qing looked at her son and asked, "Xiao Tian, how far is it to get out of this area?"
"It'll probably take at least thirty minutes."
"Ah! That's so far…then we…" Before she could say anything more, she was suddenly pushed and shoved forward by the crowd
. "Oh dear, what's going on?"
Luckily, they weren't pushed too far apart, and Xiao Tian was still able to answer her, "Keep going, the tram's coming!"
"What…what?" She didn't understand what was happening before being pushed onto the tram by the crowd.
After boarding the bus, Lin Qing, worried that Xiao Tian hadn't kept up, called out from inside, "Xiao Tian... Xiao Tian."
Xiao Tian, not far from her, responded, "Mommy, I'm here."
"Xiao Tian, come here!"
Hearing his mother's call, Xiao Tian tried to push his way through the crowd, but the crowd didn't budge. "Oh dear, I can't move
! Where are you?"
Lin Qing tried too, finding herself unable to move.
The bus started moving, and the smell of men's sweat filled her nostrils. Only then did she realize she was surrounded by
men, all facing her. She glanced at the man in front of her, her lewd thoughts instantly
extinguished by his beautiful, noble gaze. He felt inferior, yet his body was so
close to this beautiful woman, and the people around him were subtly pushing him. He understood they envied him and wanted to take
his good seat. Although he felt inferior in front of the noble woman, he wouldn't give up this seat he had finally secured.
Good heavens, Lin Qing, riding a bus for the first time, was extremely embarrassed. An unpleasant smell kept wafting into her nostrils,
and the men crowding in from all directions were groping her.
The man in front of her had just lowered his head because of her staring, but the man behind him pressed closer, and she could feel
his penis rubbing against her buttocks with the swaying of the bus.
Unable to bear the sexual harassment, she quickly turned to glare at him. Unlike the man in front, this one
didn't flinch in the face of her haughty demeanor. He merely glanced back, then shook his head, indicating he couldn't do anything about it and
could only blame the damned crowded bus.
Seeing his shameless behavior, she had nothing to say and could only turn around to escape his groping.
A man on her left, seeing the beautiful woman beside him move, had been drooling over her, his
penis practically bursting from his pants. Seeing this opportunity, he quickly moved closer, pressing
his penis against Lin Qing's buttocks… with so much force that it almost broke. Although it hurt terribly, he still felt it was worth
it. He had finally conquered the sexy young woman's back, sliding his almost broken penis towards her buttocks beneath her short skirt
.
After being struck by the hard object, Lin Qing winced in pain. She knew she was being sexually harassed by another pervert, and this
guy was probably a professional tram pervert.
She could clearly feel his penis, inserted through her pants into her buttocks; the shape of the glans, with its foreskin stretched open
, was clearly pressed against her buttocks, the entire thing visibly pressed against her outer buttocks.
Sensing all this, she turned around and saw a young man in his early twenties. He was only wearing
black shorts; she was certain he wasn't wearing underwear, otherwise her sensitive body wouldn't have been able to feel
the shape of his entire penis so clearly, even feeling the throbbing of his bulging veins.
The young man was unmoved by her glare, simply enjoying the pleasure brought to him by the friction against her sexy, soft buttocks
. It seemed the only option was to avoid him again. She knew these men were all trying to take advantage of her, but it was still
better than this. This one, after all, was a professional predator, not even wearing underwear, his filthy penis thrusting against women everywhere.
A professional is a professional; no matter how she moved, she couldn't get rid of the penis inserted into her buttocks, and he skillfully
used her movements, thrusting in and out, performing external intercourse through her clothes.
Lin Qing blushed at his shameless actions. The cotton shorts had excellent elasticity, and sometimes
the glans could even touch her vulva, occasionally stimulating her clitoris.
Helpless, she could only give up resisting, letting the young man's penis touch her back and forth. Gritting her
teeth, she prayed that they would reach the station quickly so she could get rid of this lecher.
The tram braked suddenly; it had arrived at the station. Many people got off the tram, and Lin Qing seized the opportunity
to reunite with her son. How could the young man let this opportunity slip by? His penis throbbing, he followed behind Lin Qing. Lin Qing
spotted his foot and stomped hard with her heel
. The man's face turned pale with pain, and he quickly bent over, rubbing his foot. When he stood up again, his prey had vanished.
Lin Qing pulled her son off the bus, watching the tide of people surge onto the bus. Seeing those men deliberately following
behind women, she vowed never to ride that damned bus again.
She couldn't understand why her mother had pulled her off. "Why aren't you on? There are still two stops before we leave Green Street
."
"It's too crowded, I can't stand it." She couldn't tell her son what had happened on the bus, so she made up a
reason. Zhang Tian thought it made sense; he himself was finding the bus crowded, let alone his mother.
Okay, let's go.
Lin Qing sat down on the sofa as soon as she entered, complaining, "Ugh, I'm exhausted."
"Mom, you rest, I'll go cook."
Hearing his wife and child's voices, De Kai quickly came out of the bedroom. "No need, I've already cooked,
it's all in the kitchen."
"Hehe, my husband is so sweet, come here, let me give you a kiss." He was about to kiss her,
but everyone knew De Kai was particularly lecherous when no one was around. Now, with the child beside him, he acted quite serious, quickly blocking his wife
's kiss with his hand.
Ha, she's even shy now! Thinking of this, a playful impulse arose.
She turned to Xiao Tian with a stern face and shouted, "Little devil, close your eyes, don't look!" She was determined to give her husband a hard kiss.
As a result, her son's face turned red, and even her husband's shameless face turned crimson. She couldn't help but giggle
, sweeping away the gloomy mood she felt after being harassed on the tram.
( 　　IV 　　)
**********
...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　"Whose phone is that? It's so noisy!" The annoying ringtone was so piercing, as if it knew I was home 　　, it just wouldn't stop ringing. Reluctantly, I picked up the phone and put it to my ear, only to hear a familiar, shrill voice. 　　"Tian, why didn't you answer the phone for so long? I thought you were dead." 　　That damned impotent guy (Yang Wei) was bothering me and then cursing me like that. "You're the one who's dead! 　　What do you want calling me for?" Zhang Tian and Yang Wei were very close, they didn't hold back when talking to each other. 　　"Brother, you're so smart, nothing escapes your notice." The voice on the other end of the line sounded a little 　　smug. 　　Looks like this kid needs something from me, sigh... what can I do, he's my brother: "Nonsense, just say what you need, I 　　'll help you if I can." 　　"I can't do my homework, can you help me?" 　　"Are you an idiot? What were you doing in class?" 　　"Big brother, please help me, I'll do it next time..." 　　Unable to resist Yang Wei's pitiful look, Zhang Tian had no choice but to go to his house. 　　The doorbell rang, and someone inside called out from the kitchen, "Mom, my classmate's here 　　! Go open the door!" Hearing her son's call, housewife Ding Xueyi, wearing an apron, hurried out of the kitchen, 　　scolding her son as he ran, "Your classmate's here, and you don't even open the door! Really 　　!" 　　Seeing the woman open the door, Zhang Tian guessed it was Yang Wei's mother and politely bowed, "Hello, Auntie, 　　is Yang Wei home?" Seeing the handsome and polite boy, Ding Xueyi smiled broadly, "You must 　　be Zhang Tian. Come in, Yang Wei's still in his bedroom." 　　Ding Xueyi's warm hospitality made Zhang Tian feel a little awkward and uneasy. He secretly regretted not expecting his mother 　　to be home, and so hospitable, pulling him to get slippers, pouring him water, and asking all sorts of questions, 　　making him feel extremely uncomfortable. At that moment, Yang Wei also gracefully emerged from his bedroom. 　　Zhang Tian was extremely embarrassed by the hospitality. Seeing Yang Wei come out, he was about to greet him when he was 　　confused by Yang Wei's strange, snarling expression. 　　"Mom!" Yang Wei's loud voice startled his mother, who was carrying fruit, almost causing her to trip. 　　"Why are you shouting so loudly? You scared your mother to death!" 　　"The food...cooked...cooked..." 　　"Really...you two chat." 　　Sniffing, Ding Xueyi smelled the strong aroma of burnt food and quickly ran to the kitchen. 　　"Ah, your mom is so nice." Although he couldn't stand Yang Wei's mother's enthusiasm, he was quite envious. "Yes 　　, Mom is the best." 　　He was so proud after just praising his mother. He's really vain. Let's get straight to the point. "Alright, 　　didn't you ask me to help you?" 　　"No rush, let's eat first." 　　"What? I'm not eating at your house." Zhang Tian wanted to refuse Yang Wei's request, but then Ding Xueyi brought over 　　a dish. Hearing that Zhang Tian wasn't eating at home, she wouldn't agree. Unable to resist the repeated requests of the mother and son, Zhang Tian finally agreed to 　　stay for dinner. 　　Once all the dishes were served, the three began to eat. The enthusiastic mother kept piling food onto A-Tian's plate, prompting Yang 　　Wei to protest repeatedly, "Mom's biased! She keeps piling food on A-Tian but not on me!" 　　Looking at Yang Wei's behavior, Zhang Tian inwardly cursed, "Damn, so impotent and still acting like a baby." However, he was also quite envious 　　; it felt good to have his mother around. 　　"Stop it, Xiao Tian is a guest." 　　"I won't." 　　"Alright, I'll give you a big chicken leg." 　　The dinner was finally over, and Zhang Tian felt much more relaxed. He really couldn't stand the mushy mother and son 　　. The two of them put down their chopsticks and went to their room, leaving Yang's mother to clean up the mess. 　　"You're so mushy, still acting like a baby at your age," Zhang Tian said sarcastically, dissatisfied with their affected manner at the table 　　. 　　"Haha, you're jealous! You see my mom is pretty, are you jealous?" Their arrogant manner infuriated Zhang Tian 　　. Okay, let's get down to business. Zhang Tian took Yang Wei's homework and started helping him. 　　"Stupid, really stupid, hopelessly stupid," Zhang Tian concluded after an hour of teaching. 　　Finally, after helping Yang Wei solve the problem, Zhang Tian was about to say goodbye and go home. 　　Yang Wei refused, wanting Zhang Tian to stay and sleep at his house. He said to his mother, "Mom, Tian's house is far from here. 　　I'm worried about him leaving so late." Although there were only two bedrooms, she was concerned about leaving a child alone so late at night, 　　so she also tried to persuade Zhang Tian, saying, "Xiao Tian, don't go home so late. Xiao Wei already told me that your parents are 　　out of town." 　　It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep at Yang Wei's house, but he knew his own habits, so he quickly declined, "Auntie, 　　I'm used to sleeping alone. I can't sleep with Yang Wei." 　　"No, it's dangerous outside. Anyway, Dad's not home. I'll sleep with you, and Tian can sleep in my bed." 　　Yang Wei's mother thought her son's words made sense and supported his suggestion. Seeing that things had come to this, Zhang Tian 　　had nothing more to say. They had no choice but to stay. 　　In the unfamiliar environment, Xiao Tian tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Unable to sleep, Zhang Tian got up and saw 　　Yang Wei's computer. "Hmm... if I can't sleep, I'll go online for a bit."

"Huh?! What's that wire for?" Zhang Tian wondered, looking at the loose wires behind the computer.
He quickly reconnected them. An unexpected scene appeared on the 17-inch screen. The computer screen was split in two.
The top part showed a white-tiled bathroom, and the bottom part was a bedroom, presumably already dark. The monitor
was probably infrared; he could vaguely see two people sleeping on the Simmons mattress.
"This is a monitor," Zhang Tian thought, his curiosity piqued. "Who is Yang Wei monitoring?"
To find out, he zoomed in on the sleeping scene. "Isn't that Yang Wei and his mother?" He could
see clearly now.
Mother and son were each covered by a blanket, fast asleep. "How strange, why would Yang Wei monitor his parents'
bedroom?" Then something even more surprising happened: Yang Wei quietly opened his eyes,
looking around .
"This guy isn't asleep. What's he up to? Doesn't he know I'm watching him?" Holding the OO7
, Zhang Tian observed intently. Yang Wei quietly picked up the remote and started adjusting the air conditioner. Thinking he understood,
he thought, "This kid isn't trying to steal money; he just woke up cold." But it
would be so hot without air conditioning, and under the covers… This was both expected and unexpected.
Yang Wei didn't seem to have woken up cold, nor did he seem to have turned off the air conditioner. He was shivering outside the covers. He
gently nudged Aunt Ding's shoulder. Seeing no reaction, a sly smile appeared on his face. He
pulled up a corner of the blanket and sneaked under Aunt Ding's covers. Hey, this kid—even at his age, he still
sleeps with his mother.
Once under his mother's blanket, his body, which had been a little chilly from the air conditioner, felt the warm
air from the covers, and he felt itchy and warm all over. Yang Wei slowly pressed his body against hers, his thin pajamas
lightly touching her soft skin.
Yang Wei could no longer control his desire. His nose inhaled the soft back muscles, the mature fragrance overwhelming his senses. His
wolfish claws gripped her slightly swollen belly tightly—what an obscene feeling! That slightly swollen belly, far from
detracting from her overall feminine beauty, actually enhanced her mature sexiness.
The slight swell was mostly due to childbirth. The mature flesh
made his wandering hands tremble incessantly, tightening their grip. His young penis, already unable to restrain itself, slid down his pants
and pressed hard against her empty rear. The intruding metal rod in his cleft disappeared into the plump buttocks
.
Intense stimulation and excitement assaulted Yang Wei's young brain. His
hands, which had been rubbing against her lower abdomen and feeling the prickly pubic hair, began to tighten as his chaotic thoughts converged. His hands squeezed the plump belly, deforming the slightly swollen abdomen
, the soft flesh in the middle pressed against the top and bottom of his hands. The penis, which had been playing tricks on her full buttocks, pressed
even deeper.
Ding Xueyi felt short of breath; the numbness in her lower body jolted her awake. Her lower abdomen was
gripped tightly by two hands, the feeling of blood stagnation burning in her brain. She struggled to pry those strong hands off.
With her burst of strength, the blanket was thrown to the side.
Zhang Tian began to see the peony-patterned blanket writhing after Yang Wei entered.
Perhaps he didn't understand much about sex, but men are naturally fascinated by women's breasts
. After being freed from the protection of the blanket, the appearance of both mother and son was clearly visible to him.
He could clearly see the rounded contours under the silk nightgown, the small, peanut-like nipples pushing against
the top of the nightgown. This erotic scene even made Zhang Tian, who knew nothing of romance, erect for the first time.
Yang Wei, who had browsed countless pornographic websites and was watching so closely, couldn't help but feel his blood boil and his penis erect.
After recovering from her difficulty breathing, the first thing she saw was her son's menacing penis, threatening her
. Enraged, she immediately slapped him.
"You beast, I'll beat you to death!" The pain in her hand did not diminish her anger; she slapped him again with her left hand, then her right
. The more she hit, the angrier she became. In no time, Yang Wei's head was swollen like a pig's head.
Seeing her son's face swollen from the slaps, her heart softened, but then she saw that ugly penis standing
there, shamelessly nodding and shouting at her.
"Shameless!" Her anger flared up again, and she slapped him again. Yang Wei, who had been silent until
now, suddenly acted, nimbly grabbing his mother's wrist.
Seeing her wrist pulled, Ding Xueyi's anger intensified. "You've got some nerve, daring to resist!" She slapped him with her left hand as well
. But Yang Wei grabbed that too, now holding both her wrists. Ding Xueyi struggled, but
felt as if she were clamped between iron bars, unable to move an inch.
"Let go, or I'll beat you to death today!" Her hands were weak, but she still had the strength to speak. Ding Xueyi
put on her last bit of authority, trying to intimidate her son into submission.
It seemed to have no effect at all. Yang Wei, his face swollen and unsightly, forced a hideous
smile from that strange area: "Mom, I won't let go. If I do, I really will be beaten to death." His eyes began to lewdly scan
the almost transparent nightgown, admiring the half-exposed, half-revealed beauty.
(To be continued
)

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