[The Sin of Lust for One's Mother] (08) [Author: odipus]

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********** ... Only now did she truly begin to sober up. She sat helplessly in the kitchen and cried. Thinking about everything that had happened recently, the beautiful young woman felt she was on the verge of collapse. She hadn't expected her familiar life to shatter in an instant, and that leaving the safe haven Li Hongwei had built for her, this pampered woman was nothing more than a useless person isolated from society for over a decade. Under immense pressure, she couldn't maintain the image she had cultivated. Her carefully were exposed, leaving her helpless. Her son had resumed his studies a week earlier, and in just seven days, Long Wanyu had overslept four times and missed making breakfast, stayed out two nights, and on the only day she was normal, she had a huge fight with Li Sirui. The cause was simple—money. The beautiful young woman had never imagined that this would lead to a dispute with her son. That day, the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the boy, who was originally scheduled to return home on the seventh, stayed an extra day in Jintian because he was in a playful mood. Grandma Li doted on her eldest grandson, whom she hadn't seen for two years . Li Sirui's glib tongue also won him favor among the aunts and uncles, and he earned nearly 20,000 yuan after the New Year. At that time, Long Wanyu was worried about the 500,000 yuan interest. Besides the 300,000 yuan from selling her house, she had borrowed another 150,000 yuan from relatives and friends under Li Hongwei's name, but just barely missed the target. As for the 200,000 yuan she had secretly saved, the woman was determined not to touch it; it was her lifeline. She would only consider it if she lost As for how she would lose it—whether it was separation or death—it didn't matter. The female teacher had her eye on her son's New Year's money, but unexpectedly, Li Sirui seemed determined to keep it, refusing to hand it over no matter what. Long Wanyu was furious that day, threatening to sever her mother-son relationship and almost hitting her son . Only when the usually stubborn little devil shed tears did she soften and regret her actions. Afterwards, the beautiful mother secretly rejoiced, realizing she hadn't valued money over blood ties; in her heart, this life carrying her genes and bloodline remained paramount. The sky grew brighter, the early spring sky outside the window a clear blue dotted with scaly clouds, a few golden rays of dawn drifting across the horizon. Suddenly, the athletes' march shattered this harmony. Today was March 1st, the opening ceremony of Yangshan University. Long Wanyu peeked out the window at the sports field; students, in twos and threes, like a swarm of ants, were energetically forming ranks. The woman returned to her bedroom; a neatly pressed teacher's uniform hung on the coat rack. She stared at it for a few seconds, a flicker of fear rising within her. Then she turned her gaze to the side—a warm, comfortable large bed. She removed her robe, her beautiful naked body radiating allure in the room. The young woman, without touching her outer garment, deftly climbed into bed. Lately, she had been somewhat sleepy; when faced with unsolvable problems in reality, one preferred to escape into dreams. Long Wanyu no longer resisted her bizarre and fantastical erotic dreams; she began to feel pleasure and became addicted to them. She dreamt that she was lying on a white desk, her body hot and sweaty, only her buttocks freely exposed, the pleasure of flesh rubbing against flesh between her thighs emanating from them. Before her lay a women's suit jacket, the name tag on the front pocket bearing the words "Long Wanyu." Her tightly buttoned white shirt was still intact. The female teacher turned around; her black skirt was bunched up at the waist, and behind her full buttocks was a bald old man. He grinned, drooling, constantly pushing his round, bulging beer belly, his two rough palms, one on each side, controlling firm buttocks. This man was all too familiar to the female teacher; it was Director Wang, whom she had known for many years. Long Wanyu felt a wave of shame, then realized she was in a dream. Carefully experiencing the penetration, she tried to manipulate the illusory world with her mind. The penis, inserted into her vagina, instantly doubled in size, its strong shaft expanding her tender cavity. The beautiful young woman clearly felt her vulva wide open, the taut, round orifice tightly nestled around the penis, her burning desire drawing in this source of pleasure. The swollen, egg-sized glans repeatedly pounded against her cervix, first thrusting into her clitoris , then scraping against her vaginal flesh before withdrawing. The beautiful young woman felt a heart-pounding ache followed by a tantalizing, tingling sensation that soared to the heavens, making her feel as if her soul had flown away. The woman willingly allowed the monstrous penis inside her to ravage her, even like a lustful woman eagerly welcoming her, greedily swallowing and releasing the pleasurable shaft. "Oh...ah...ah...no...I...want...want...ah..." Deep inside, the female teacher swayed her hair, moaning with a mixture of resistance and welcome. The carnal pleasure accumulated little by little; each thrust teased her sensitive nerve endings, every inch of her skin burning with unbearable ecstasy, the thirsty seeker's final burst. "No...I...I haven't...enough...enough..." A demonic voice echoed . Long Wanyu withdrew a fraction of her consciousness, controlling the changes in her dream. Her mind-constructed body swelled with strength; she moved forward half a meter, temporarily freeing herself from the monster beneath the man. The female teacher sat on the table, watching the ugly, overweight middle-aged man climb onto it and obediently lie down. "Interesting..." Long Wanyu thought. Using all four limbs, she spread her legs and slowly straddled Director Wang's face, whistling and relaxing, urinating freely. The bald man, passively receiving the holy water, coughed loudly, trembling in pain. "Hahaha...haha...hahahaha!" The sadistic woman laughed lasciviously, then her eyes the erect penis before her. She impatiently climbed a few steps and straddled it, gripping the hard, massive rod with both hands , aiming it at her vulva, and sat down deeply. "Oh...oh oh..." The fullness in her lower body made her exclaim from the bottom of her heart. Long Wanyu, supporting herself on the man 's knees, was about to begin her act when she looked disapprovingly at her thighs clad in leggings. A thought flashed through her mind, and her clothing changed accordingly.

Her shirt was ripped to one side, exposing half her body. Her conservative flesh-colored bra had been replaced with
a half-cup lace bra. She was satisfied with the skirt pushed up to her waist and kept it for now. The torn
black replaced her thick fleece pants, and even her single shoes were replaced with platform heels.

The woman glanced around; colleagues and superiors appeared one after another, their faces flushed as they stared intently at the two bodies
preparing to mate. Long Wanyu nodded, quite satisfied with the scene.

The beautiful young woman seemed to be performing, swaying her round, voluptuous buttocks up and down, her two alluring lips tightly gripping the magnificent
penis, making steady piston-like movements.

The woman-on-top position was something she would never normally experience. The female teacher skillfully controlled the angle and force,
the penis moving in and out, fairly taking care of every fold of flesh.

"So good… I… so good… ahh… so comfortable…" Suppressed desire erupted; the dignified
young woman rubbed her breasts with both hands, letting out seductive moans.

The shame of being watched, coupled with heightened sexual desire, amplified her bodily senses a hundredfold. Even the slightest movement
elicited intense reactions, and with each manipulation, she finally reached her climax.

"Ahhh...so good...ahhh...so comfortable...ahhh...I...ah...no...
I can't take it anymore..." the woman screamed hysterically.

The man, the table, and everything around her vanished. With her last vestiges of orgasm, she
plummeted into the boundless darkness.

"Teacher Long! Teacher Long!" The beautiful young woman heard someone calling her and groggily sat up. The yellowed
computer screen displayed an unfinished document.

"I fell asleep again..." Long Wanyu thought guiltily, glancing at her watch. It was already
past five in the afternoon; she had inadvertently spent most of the afternoon in drowsiness.

Because she had to submit course reports, the female teacher reluctantly arrived at school on the first day of the semester. Her colleagues
were used to her tardiness and weren't surprised by her absence from the opening ceremony.

During the short winter break of just over a month, unexpected events occurred one after another. Long Wanyu had barely touched the teaching documents that needed to be completed.
Forced to work overtime under Director Wang's supervision, she perhaps found herself exhausted from her intense sexual dream that morning,
and after working for only an hour, the beautiful young woman drifted off to sleep.

The woman rubbed her eyes. The physical education office was almost empty. Behind the wooden table by the door, Old Wang
poked out his greasy face, calling her name.

For no apparent reason, she recalled the dream from half a day ago. A colleague of many years, the female teacher had never respected Director Wang.
Besides his sweet talk and henpecked nature, the balding middle-aged man was utterly useless. Yet, in her dream, she
had actually made love to this old man—unbelievable!

Fortunately, Long Wanyu could distinguish between truth and falsehood. She adopted a haughty and aloof demeanor, saying to the peeking old
leader , "I haven't finished my document yet. I'll work on it at home this weekend. I'm leaving now. Oh, and I have personal business tomorrow,
so I'd like to ask for leave."

Old Wang stood up and waved his hand, saying with a sigh, "No, no, Teacher Long, you don't need to
work on that course registration document anymore. This year, all three of us intern teachers have been promoted, and the school has recruited new interns, so we
all have fewer classes!"

"Oh? So?" The female teacher smoothed her hair, asking curiously.

Director Wang put on a kind smile and replied, "I saw you were asleep and didn't want to disturb you. It's
time to leave , so I'm letting you go."

"I'm asking, if I have fewer classes, do I not need to submit lesson plans?" The mature woman secretly rolled her eyes and
asked .

The greasy old man spread his hands and explained, "Well, you're only teaching two girls' classes this year, right? This afternoon
, Xiaobai didn't have anything to do, so she wrote it for you..."

Hearing that Bai Ruxue had written the document for her, Long Wanyu became anxious. The two had always disliked each other, and she immediately
questioned, "What? You didn't already hand it in? I haven't even seen it!"

Seeing that the female deputy director was getting angry, Old Wang calmly comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay. This semester, the higher-ups
want us to develop ball sports, and Xiaobai suggested that you teach a swimming class and a water polo class. I
thought about it , and it's a good idea. Anyway, you didn't want to write it, so let her do it!" "Water polo? I never said I was going to teach that class. Let her teach it!" Long Wanyu always opposed anything

related to Bai Ruxue . The man quickly tried to smooth things over: "Xiao Bai meant well. Your class was originally on Friday afternoons, but she voluntarily switched to Thursday. Don't judge people by their appearance; she meant well!" Hearing about the class change, the female teacher's mood improved slightly, but her face remained stern: "Don't submit it yet, show it to me first!" Watching Director Wang's obsequious manner, the beautiful young woman smiled as she pushed open the door to leave work. She wondered curiously just how big this old man's penis really was, whether it was truly as astonishingly large as in her dreams. ********** After the year-end, Yangshan was far from peaceful. The political commissar of a company in a certain district was investigated, and the news spread . It was said that higher-ups had come, and this was just the first step; more swift and decisive action was to follow. The southwest was a self-contained region, and for a long time, the stationed troops had been plagued by complex factions, with particularly deep entanglements. Rumors that a veteran cadre, to protect his reputation, had surrendered to the military discipline inspection commission with documents, causing widespread fear throughout the army, with every officer who had violated discipline deeply worried. Only at times like these do people remember the warning: "Don't reach out, or you'll get caught." Hu Xian'er was also worried about Zhang Jun. He had a bad temper and little cunning, and had done a lot of reckless things during his years in a high position, all thanks to his wife's covert machinations. Now, with a knife to his throat, the female boss remained calm and composed, already having a plan in mind. At seven o'clock in the evening, the "Black Panther" nightclub opened its doors to customers, but Hu Xian'er sat comfortably in her mansion. Located in the city center, at the intersection of Renmin Road and Xinhui Road, it was the most upscale residential area in the city, and also the most private of the beautiful mature woman's many properties. The hostess sat quietly at the dining table, where two sets of Western-style cutlery were neatly set. A decanter sat next to a vase full of flowers, servants diligently cleaned the hall, and the chef was also at the work station, waiting for the guests to arrive. As the television broadcast international news, the doorbell finally rang. Hu Xian'er nodded, signaling the maid to invite the visitor in. It was none other than Long Wanyu, the nightclub owner's longtime friend and the most beautiful woman at Yangshan University. The female teacher didn't drive and lived in the suburbs, having traveled a long way to keep the appointment, but even so, it didn't affect her meticulous preparation.

Her long, ink-black hair was now styled in a side part, with a few strands neatly gathered at the back of her head, the rest flowing down
to the right like a ribbon, subtly obscuring half her face. Her makeup today was a trendy nude color scheme, lightly applied
rather than heavy. Two touches of blush were brushed onto her high-end foundation, her brows and eyeliner were delicately drawn, and
a touch of highlighter graced her nose.

The lingering chill of late winter hadn't completely faded. The beautiful young woman wore a light, windproof jacket with a large lapel and classic
beige plaid pattern—a retro yet fashionable look. Underneath, she wore a simple white printed short-sleeved shirt, her full upper body curves subtly revealed in the flowing
fabric.

She wore high-waisted women's trousers, the loose legs a subtle navy blue, flowing
gracefully . Below that were simple pointed-toe flat shoes, extremely comfortable and form-fitting, her white insteps and ankles
stubbornly exposed despite the chilly season.

"Hmph! She dresses quite well..." Hu Xian'er thought to herself, but smiled broadly. She stood up
enthusiastically , went to greet her best friend, took her hands, and led her back to the table.

"Girl, you've kept me waiting. Here! Have a drink as punishment~" The nightclub owner smiled and handed
over half a glass of red wine.

Long Wanyu had no intention of drinking, preoccupied with worry about the photos, but a mellow fruity aroma filled her nostrils,
instantly arousing her thirst for alcohol. She took a small sip; besides the unique taste of grapes, there was
the sweetness of black cherry and the bitterness of almonds, with a hint of wood at the end, indicating that the wine was aged.

The wine was good, but the beautiful young woman dared not overindulge. As the saying goes, "There is no true friendship between women," and she deeply
believed it. To outsiders, she and Hu Xian'er were indeed like sisters, but in reality, their relationship, though long-standing, was merely one of mutual indebtedness.
However, Long Wanyu's self-reproach was genuine, while her best friend's guilt was feigned.

Before attending the banquet, the female teacher had a vague premonition that this wouldn't end well. She
was confident that no one else would know the truth about what happened fifteen years ago, and now that she was already in a precarious situation, even if the truth came out, it
wouldn't matter much, so she felt little fear.

"This wine is good, it tastes like it's from Europe. Old Immortal, today's occasion is quite high-class!" Long Wanyu
put down her wine glass, making a tentative polite gesture.

Hu Xian'er drank a small glass with her and responded approvingly, "You really know your wine. Even I, who owns a bar, am
impressed . It was brought back from Switzerland by a foreign friend."

"Oh, that's rare. This is my first time drinking it." The female teacher echoed, giving her
companion a meaningful look.

The nightclub owner picked up a swan-neck bottle and poured some wine for each of them, saying, "Then drink more!"

Long Wanyu didn't dare to drink too much, taking small sips, secretly pondering what was going on. On the surface
, she steered the conversation towards her hometown.

They started by talking about local anecdotes in Qingyuan, and naturally the conversation turned to school. Gradually, they reminisced about
how they met in Yangshan. The female teacher asked, "Do you remember when Lao Jia was pursuing you?"

"Of course I remember! He wrote love poems for me on the blackboard every day. He seemed so refined, but he was quite bold,"
Hu Xian'er replied, clearly remembering him vividly.

The beautiful young woman said, "He's now Si Rui's homeroom teacher. Isn't that a coincidence?"

"Really? He's doing quite well at that high school," Hu Xian'er said, sounding surprised.

The female teacher then asked, "Do you still keep in touch with him?" "

Occasionally. Last time his daughter performed at the Grand Theatre, he even gave me two tickets," the glamorous mature woman answered.

Long Wanyu wanted to continue, but Hu Xian'er raised her hand and turned around. It turned out that the chef had brought out the dishes.
Red wine naturally goes with red meat. Two delicate glazed bowls each contained a portion of vinegared rice mixed with cooked minced garlic.
On a bone china plate was a fine steak. Hu Xian'er had paired it with two asparagus spears. Long Wanyu was allergic to this vegetable, so she substituted
mushrooms .

The chef bowed respectfully and returned to the stove to prepare dessert. Looking at the food in front of her, the female teacher
couldn't sigh at the power of money. At least, a chef of this caliber couldn't be hired for a small price.

The knife cut along the muscle, revealing dazzling marbling that was evenly distributed under the high temperature of the grill. The medium-rare cut
retained the pink center of the meat, and the sweet juices overflowed. High-quality beef doesn't need much seasoning;
besides salt and pepper, the only flavors were the fresh spiciness of the herbs and spices.

After exchanging a few polite words, the female teacher sensed that the other woman was preoccupied. She knew the nightclub owner was
no simpleton; if her emotions were written all over her face, the seriousness of the matter was obvious. So, she stopped talking and focused on
enjoying her food. Rather than taking the initiative, it was better to play it by ear.

The latter half of the gathering ended in awkward silence. Long Wanyu was very satisfied with the three ounces of Wagyu beef and
didn't As long as she didn't use force, she was good at negotiation.

The chef cleared away the plates and replaced them with dessert. Hu Xian'er didn't touch it. After a moment's hesitation, she called over a maid and instructed,
"Have them all go and rest. They don't need to come in today."

The servants left, and the female teacher knew the crucial moment had arrived. If this was a trap, now that they were full and satisfied,
it was time for a sword dance to add to the festivities.

Hu Xian'er took out a bank card and said, "Sister, I've inquired about what happened the other day. It's not easy to handle.
The loan shark has a lot of influence. Here's 500,000 yuan; consider it a small token of my appreciation."

The beautiful young woman didn't believe such kindness. Even if they were close friends, they weren't close enough to
give away . She deliberately expressed her gratitude, saying, "Old Xian, you're so kind to me. I don't know how to thank you enough."

"Sister, I... actually, I have something... that I need your help with." The female boss thought for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts.

Long Wanyu understood the principle of revealing one's true intentions and replied, "Sister, you're joking!
How can I help with something you can't handle?"

"It's not difficult. I'll just say it directly. There's a dinner party in a few days; you can come with me." Hu Xian'er's
words loaded with meaning, avoiding the main issue.

The female teacher anticipated that things wouldn't be that simple and declined, saying, "Old Xian, I can't hold my liquor. I'm afraid I'll
embarrass you!"

"You know that person too? He's actually an acquaintance of your husband, Old Li," the nightclub owner said deliberately.

Upon hearing her husband's name, Long Wanyu became interested and asked, "Who is he?"

"Old Li's superior in the army, Old Ding," Hu Xian'er introduced casually.

Mentioning this person, Long Wanyu vaguely guessed the purpose behind it: "What? Him? Old Xian, are
n't a bit too far?"

Old Ding was Li Hongwei's former superior, who had been instrumental in his rise to prominence. It could be said that without Old Ding, there would be
no later successful entrepreneur; the two had a deep, father-son-like relationship.

Things went wrong on Li Hongwei's wedding day. After several rounds of drinks, the seated Ding Lao, intoxicated, made unwanted advances towards Long
Wanyu . When the bride complained to the groom, Li Hongwei had no choice but to let it go. Later, Ding Lao
repeatedly harassed the newlywed woman, leaving the Li family with no choice but to sever ties with him.

According to the husband's explanation, the reason was simple: Long Wanyu bore a striking resemblance to Ding Lao's first love. At first glance, the woman in the old
photograph was almost unrecognizable as the long-lost sister of the female teacher. She was Ding Lao
's medic who cared for him on the battlefield, tragically dying in Korea, a lifelong regret for him.

Seeing her best friend about to lose her temper, Hu Xian'er sneered inwardly and said, "Sister, this is a mutually beneficial arrangement. You
help me, I help you."

The female teacher's pretty face was full of anger, and she almost shouted, "I don't think it's as simple as having a meal.
I have to eat and drink with him, and after that, do you expect me to sleep with him? A whole 500,000 yuan! I really didn't know I was
worth !"

"Don't be angry. We don't need to ruin our relationship over this." The worldly-wise woman softened her voice.

Long Wanyu stated her position firmly: "Old Xian, I will not go. I don't care what you want with that person
. Old Li does owe a lot of money, but I haven't fallen to the point of selling myself for a few hundred thousand yuan."

"Xiaoyu, you really won't help me?" Hu Xian'er said, taking out a file folder and placing it in front of her best friend.

Upon receiving the photo, the beautiful young woman's face instantly drained of color. Her greatest fear had indeed been revealed.
It was a photo that would shame even a well-educated woman; she was naked, posing in a lewd manner, her expression clearly
altered by computer software—the tears of tears transformed into a flushed, excited look.

Although she had a premonition, Long Wanyu still felt a pang of disappointment, saying sadly, "Hu Xian'er…you're using this
to threaten me…I really mistook you for someone else…"

The nightclub owner didn't refute her, only saying, "You can judge me however you want. This is truly a huge problem,
otherwise I wouldn't have come to you."

The beautiful young woman's anger turned to sorrow, murmuring, "Even if I refuse, will you have someone kidnap me? I'm no match for your
tricks . When I close my eyes, I'll let him rape my corpse…"

"No, you're wrong. I'm begging you. If you don't want to, you can take the photo. I won't
force you, but our friendship of over ten years can no longer continue…" Hu Xian'er was adept at managing people, naturally skilled in using
both soft and hard tactics.

"Old Immortal... I... I really can't do it... I'm sorry..." Long Wanyu picked up the file bag, pushed back
her chair and got up to leave.

Hu Xian'er didn't stop her and continued, "After all these years, Xiaoyu, you're still the same. Fifteen years ago, you cried and said
I was a selfish person, and it's true. You left without even asking me the details."

The beautiful young woman stopped and sighed, "Go ahead and tell me..."

"Back then, I gave up my position for you. Regardless of who was right or wrong, you owe me, and I owe you." Hu Xian'er brought up
the past. "If I have nothing now, then I think you still owe me more in the end."

Long Wanyu listened carefully and knew that her old classmate was still in the dark and didn't know the truth. She turned around and sat down again, waiting for her
to continue.

"People from above have come. Zhang Jun's protective umbrella can't hold up anymore. The only one who can save him is Old Ding.
Our lives are in your hands." Hu Xian'er was so calm that it didn't seem like she was talking about herself.

The female teacher retorted, "How can you guarantee that my going will be useful?"

"You know Old Ding well; he's never been interested in any young girl all these years," the landlady said leisurely.

"Well… the last time we met… it's been over ten years…" Long Wanyu protested.

Seeing that the beautiful wife was no longer refusing, Hu Xian'er knew she had breached her defenses. The conditions weren't insufficient; she just
needed a moral justification. So she continued, "Old Ding was recently diagnosed with a terminal illness and doesn't have many years left.
He personally asked me, Xiaoyu, this is the second time in my life I've asked you…"

The female teacher then recalled fifteen years ago, that day without the torrential rain of soap operas. She remembered the
cold , Hu Xian'er kneeling on the ground, tightly hugging her legs, their tears reflecting the stars. At that time, she
refused to agree and ran away crying.

Long Wanyu sighed deeply, a thousand emotions swirling in her chest—shame, guilt, and a profound apology—
all condensed into three words: "One million."

"What?" Hu Xian'er seemed not to have heard clearly.

"Five hundred thousand is too little. I'm not doing this for the money, nor to do anything that would betray Hongwei. This is compensation for him,"
the woman said clearly and firmly.

"Okay, money is not a problem," Hu Xian'er agreed verbally, secretly thinking, "Hmph! Wanting
to also wanting to maintain a virtuous image? A million? Are you wearing diamonds on your vagina?!" " But..." the female

teacher hesitated.

Hu Xian'er was still upset about the extra five hundred thousand and asked impatiently, "What is it now? " "I 'm a little... indifferent... I'm... afraid of ... semen..." the beautiful young woman said, blushing. ********** ... This week, Long Wanyu had a very peaceful week. With money in hand, she wasn't afraid of anyone coming to collect debts, and she could once again transform into that ethereal goddess . They say you only appreciate something after you've lost it, and she now had a deeper understanding of the importance of money. What encouraged the young woman was that Hu Xian'er revealed that Old Ding was too old; his manhood couldn't get hard, let alone ejaculate. This made her feel much more at ease about Sunday's dinner party. As long as he didn't penetrate her, it wouldn't count as infidelity. She could be a bodhisattva, show some kindness, and let the old man have his eye candy. If he wasn't satisfied, she could just let him touch her a couple of times. The female teacher repeatedly hypnotized . The next day, Hu Xian'er invited her to a spa. She needed to be ready for the day, so the "weapon" had to be well-maintained. The venue was "Holy Valley," the city's most high-end beauty center. During Li Hongwei's wealthiest years, Long Wanyu was a yearly member there, but she hadn't been since her husband went into business. Six or seven years have passed, and the interior design remains unchanged. The process is the same: first a soak, then a massage. The two beauties undressed and examined each other's bodies. Hu Xian'er, a Miao woman, had the advantage of natural endowments; her breasts were large and soft, with full nipples, presenting...

Her alluring teardrop shape, honed by years of dance training, gave her a slender waist, though her improved lifestyle after leaving the military
had left her with some extra flesh on her hips and thighs.

Long Wanyu had lived a disciplined life over the years, and with the help of fitness, her figure was shapely and curvaceous. Her frame was well-proportioned,
with narrow shoulders and a delicate back, giving her a somewhat frail appearance, yet every muscle line proclaimed her vitality. Her hips
were firm and full, and while her breasts weren't large, they were average, with taut tissue maintaining a perfect
bamboo shoot shape.

What caught the female teacher's attention was the tattoo on her best friend's lower back. She exclaimed, "Old lady,
when did you get that phoenix tattoo? It's so beautiful!"

Her companion replied proudly, "I found a master tattoo artist when I went to Japan. It took almost half a month, quite a bit
of work. Are you interested too?"

"No, I'm afraid of pain. Besides, I'm a teacher, after all. It wouldn't be good if my students saw it." The beautiful
young woman had seen many different tattoo designs abroad and had no prejudice against this culture. Although she admired it, she still
couldn't bear the pain of needles.

"Your body is beautiful enough, a tattoo would just be the icing on the cake..." Hu Xian'er said, pointing to her friend
's stomach.

Long Wanyu lowered her head; her flat abdomen revealed the shape of her muscles. The only flaw was a ten-
centimeter scar, a remnant of her C-section. Her fear of natural childbirth had prevented her from trying surgery, and this
scar was her only sore spot. She had tried many methods, but none had worked.

The two chatted as they entered the bathtub to rest. After an aromatherapy massage, the nightclub owner told her
to rest well at home. The dinner was tentatively scheduled for 7 PM this Sunday, and a car would be sent to pick her up at noon that day.

The beautiful young woman spent the entire Saturday in a state of anxiety. She worried that Old Ding had strange fetishes and wanted to play
SM with her; she was also suspicious that Li Hongwei would find out. What she feared most was whether Hu Xian'er had
any other schemes, and she couldn't face her son's innocence.

"Mom, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?" Li Sirui, oblivious to everything, slumped on the sofa,
holding a half-read martial arts novel, and asked.

"I'm fine, I'm just... tired from cooking..." Long Wanyu kept her secret and made up an excuse.

The boy patted his chest, looking like a little adult: "Then I'll cook for you. I've learned
a lot while you were gone."

"Really? You've finished all your homework?" his mother asked again.

The boy threw down his book and said proudly, "Of course! I didn't have class yesterday afternoon, so I finished it all
. There's not much homework since school just started."

The female teacher put down the vegetables in her hand and said, "If you want, come on over. Do you know how to make fried rice? I'll stir-fry the cabbage, and
you can stir-fry the rice."

"Don't underestimate me. I can just toss the eggs and rice together!" Li Sirui said as he went into the kitchen and quickly cracked two eggs into
a bowl .

Long Wanyu put the cooked jasmine rice into a bowl, and while her son was cracking eggs, she heated up the pan and said, "You
go ahead and . Leafy greens cook faster, and we can save some salt by using the used pan."

"I'll cook together. Mom, you go and rest. You can read my novel while I'm at it." The boy said, pushing his mother
out of the kitchen.

The female teacher picked up a book in the living room and, recognizing it as the classic *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, asked, "This book has been adapted into
so many TV series, how come you haven't had enough?"

"It was revised again last year... many parts are different... even the ending of this one has been changed..."
the boy , his voice muffled as he turned on the range hood.

Having read the original text in her youth, Long Wanyu, intrigued by her son's explanation, continued reading. Once engrossed in the story,
time flew by, and before she knew it, Li Sirui had set the table. The food tasted quite good; the boy unexpectedly had
a talent for cooking.

That evening, the beautiful young woman spent several hours reading, finishing the book past midnight. Lying in bed, looking at the
empty sheets beside her, she recalled how, when they were newly married, Li Hongwei also liked to read in his sleep late at night. They
had read many novels together, including this one. Her husband loved Mu Wanqing, while she was devoted to Wang Yuyan, and the two had argued
about it for a long time.

Suddenly, the woman regretted her promise for the next day. She even began planning to take the money and
run away . She spent half the night lost in thought before finally falling asleep.

The beautiful female teacher had another nightmare. The three thugs who were collecting debts found her and subjected her to all sorts of humiliation and abuse,
ultimately intending to sell her to a brothel.

She woke up from the nightmare at 11 a.m. on Sunday. Not long after, Hu Xian'er called; the car would arrive in
an hour. Long Wanyu struggled to get out of bed, her conscience pricked. She deeply regretted making that promise out of momentary weakness, but what was coming
had finally arrived. Running away now would surely bring retribution.

She showered and spent half an hour putting on makeup. The nightclub owner came downstairs. The beautiful young woman hadn't decided what to wear,
so she hastily grabbed a thick cotton long skirt and put on a wool cardigan, preparing to leave.

"Mom, are you going out again?" Li Sirui sat in the living room, an American blockbuster playing on the TV.

The woman turned her head, looking at her son's innocent face with heartache. She understood that if she stepped out of the house today,
there would be no turning back. Like water spilled from a basin, even if it were refilled, resentment would remain. Physical
grime could be washed away, but the filth of the soul could never be cleansed.

She would make a terrible mistake, never able to face her beloved child again. Would she really want her son to embrace a body
touched ? An unspeakable pain coursed through her body with each pounding of her heart. The mature mother gripped the doorknob, caught between a rock and a hard place.

Her phone vibrated madly in her purse, a death knell tolling. She wasn't going to die, but it was worse than annihilation. This sin
would haunt her to the very end, tormenting her with every vibrant moment of her life. The woman was filled with remorse for her own weakness and greed; those who cannot obey
themselves will be obeyed by others.

Long Wanyu walked to her son's side, trying to hide her inner turmoil. She gently put her arm around the boy's shoulder and said,
"Mom has something to do with Aunt Hu today. You'll be home alone, so eat well and don't look at the screen too much..."

The boy interrupted his mother's nagging with a grin, "Mom, if you're busy, go ahead. I
told you yesterday, Liu Cheng is coming over to play this afternoon! Oh, and give me some money, we're eating out tonight."

"Okay, go get something good to eat, I'm leaving..." The beautiful young woman took out a few red bills, turned and left, two lines of
clear tears silently falling.

Li Sirui waved and called out, "Goodbye, play a little longer, come back later!"

"You immature brat, forgive your mother, I had no choice..." the female teacher thought to herself,
and finally left. She secretly promised that this was the first and only time.

Hu Xian'er waited impatiently at the elevator entrance, saying, "Why are you so late? Old Ding didn't want to come to any other restaurants;
he wanted us to go to his place at the last minute, so time is a bit tight."

"Where?" Long Wanyu asked blankly, still not quite understanding.

"Liang'an, over 300 li away. We'll take the highway, about four hours. Let's talk in the car; we need to get back to
Black Panther first!" The proprietress explained, pulling the dazed young woman into the car.

The female teacher asked, confused, "To Black Panther?"

"To get you some clothes changed, hehe, last-minute cramming, you know." Hu Xian'er joked, seeing her companion's nervousness.

When the two arrived at the nightclub, Long Wanyu finally understood her best friend's meaning. This banquet wasn't just for her and
Old Ding; there were several trusted confidants there, and Hu Xian'er naturally had to bring a few people to accompany them.

Because the matter was of great importance, the proprietress didn't dare to just pick a few prostitutes; the two who went were her trusted confidantes: Min Xuan, a supervisor who had worked at
Black Panther for eight years, and Wang Ling, the top hostess.

The female teacher had never met the head waitress, only heard of Ah Ling, the top waitress of Black Panther. Ah Ling never worked as a prostitute; she relied on Hu
Xian'er to pimp her out. Her clients were all local high-ranking officials. This woman was strikingly beautiful, a
beauty . Her double eyelids were achieved with sutures, her high nose bridge was implanted, and her pointed chin looked like it had been surgically sculpted
—clearly modeled after a Taiwanese actress.

The two women also secretly observed Long Wanyu. Inadvertently, Min Xuan's gaze met that of the beautiful young woman. She
was surprised to find that the woman beside the boss was the "newcomer" brought to the dressing room by two security guards four months ago.
The next day at work, the female head waitress searched for a long time but couldn't match the woman to the list.

Hu Xian'er commanded, "What are you staring at? Xuanxuan, help her with her makeup. A-Ling, pick out
an outfit . Hurry up, we're leaving before three!"

************

Two unassuming domestically produced sedans, bathed in the last rays of sunset, quietly approached a secluded villa on the outskirts of Liang'an.
The black-clad man on guard opened the iron gate and let the cars in. Four alluring women, led by the butler,
walked through a beautifully manicured Suzhou-style garden and arrived at the gate of a grand mansion.

Occupying about an acre, the three-story brick-and-concrete building, with white walls, blue tiles, and flying eaves, was originally
a mansion from the Republican era. After liberation, it was requisitioned by the People's Government and modernized in recent years, complete with water, electricity, and gas,
specifically for retired cadres' recuperation.

Pushing open the gate and entering the front hall, the crystal chandelier shone brightly, and the four women finally revealed their distinct charms.

Long Wanyu wore a white short-sleeved round-neck sweater with a piece of mesh fabric sewn from the cuffs to
the chest , subtly revealing her cleavage. She paired it with a plain-colored pencil skirt, the sides also featuring sheer fabric
. Her long, slender legs, unstockinged, shimmered under the lights, and she wore silver-white peep-toe heels.

Hu Xian'er opted for a more mature look, wearing a black short jacket over a gray skirt, black
stockings , and deep burgundy heels.

Wang Ling wore a black short dress adorned with white flowers; the shoulders and sleeves were made of fine mesh, creating a semi-transparent
strapless design. The hemline reached only to her thighs, making her exceptionally beautiful. Min Xuan wore a matte black bodysuit with
a deep V-neck, revealing her alluring breasts. The cropped trousers were wide and voluminous, cinched at the waist with a thin strap. Inside, a personal attendant greeted them .

Passing through the west corridor, they arrived at a large round table in the center of the banquet hall. Four
men , with a sprightly old man with a full head of silver hair in the middle—it was Old Ding. He stood up, opened his arms, and welcomed them, saying, "Ladies, it's an honor to have you here. You've brought spring to this place. I, Ding, am honored. Please, please take your seats." "Old Ding, you're too kind. It's our honor to have you invite us!" the nightclub owner said with a fawning smile . The four adjacent seats in the lower half were empty. Two women who had worked as prostitutes for many years sat on either side, leaving the middle area for the owner and today's leading lady. Hu Xian'er pulled Long Wanyu and sat down facing the old leader. "Wanyu, it's been many years. How have you been?" Old Ding greeted her with genuine concern. "Mr. Ding, hello, I'm fine..." the female teacher replied calmly , trying not to recall the past and controlling her fear and hatred . Old Master Ding looked pleased and was clearly in high spirits. He said with a smile, "That's good, that's good! You're still as charming as you were years ago. Alright, let's prepare the dishes, let's eat and chat!" Several waitresses carefully arranged the dishes, starting with an elegant cold platter: Shanghai-style crystal shrimp, Cantonese-style fish rolls with tofu skin, Taiwanese-style tofu cake, and French foie gras paté. The four side dishes were neatly arranged on a diamond-patterned porcelain plate, combining sweet, fresh, salty, and fragrant flavors. Next came the nourishing matsutake mushrooms with fish maw and the refreshing chestnut and bok choy. For meat, they chose lemon-scented tender beef, a common choice in Western cuisine, and Peking duck slices, a representative of Chinese cuisine. The seafood was black bean halibut. The carefully prepared dishes catered to everyone's tastes , and the chef's cooking was impeccable, with perfect heat and seasoning. The room was filled with delicious aromas. "Please start eating, everyone. I hope you're all relaxed and enjoy your meal," Old Master Ding said, picking up a piece of duck and urging everyone to eat. The alluring mature woman smiled and said, "The most important thing is to have fun! Come, let me introduce you to the master." "Okay, little Hu is so kind. Let's have a drink first." After Old Ding finished speaking, Xuanxuan sensibly filled the proprietress's glass. Hu Xian'er downed her drink in one gulp, turned the empty glass upside down to indicate that she was a young artist, and pointed to Wang Ling, saying, "This is Miss Wang, a well-known young artist in Yangshan. I hope everyone will give her their support." Wang Ling also poured herself a glass of wine, smiling charmingly, and said, "Just call me A-Ling. I'll toast you all first!" The female boss then pointed to the supervisor, Xuanxuan, and said, "This is Miss Min, a model and singer. Please take good care of her." Min Xuan drank a glass and said sweetly, "I'm Xuanxuan. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Finally, she introduced the female teacher, "This is Miss Long..." Old Ding interrupted Hu Xian'er, looking at the beautiful young woman and saying, "Let me introduce her. Gentlemen, this is my young friend , Long Wanyu. Her husband, Li Hongwei, fought with me in Vietnam. I was their witness at their wedding. I consider Wanyu like a daughter!" "Really? I heard that Old Ding has three sons. It's not good to have no daughters. The true joy of family life is having many children." Hu Xian'er interjected at the opportune moment. "From the first day I saw Wanyu, I've dreamed of having such a well-behaved daughter!" The old man stroked his chin , his tiger-like eyes fixed on the beautiful young woman. The nightclub owner, practically offering her companion up, tried to establish a connection: "Oh, since Mr. Ding is interested, then..."

"My little Yu is naturally delighted. I, Hu Xian'er, will be your witness today. How about we recognize this senior as our godfather?"

Long Wanyu, feeling indignant, picked up her wine glass and said to everyone, "Back then, Mr. Ding treated my husband like a son.
It's not appropriate for him to recognize a godfather today. I've always respected the magnanimity of the old leader, so I'll first punish myself with a cup of wine as an apology."

The female teacher drank the spicy liquid in her crystal wine glass, but didn't stop. She refilled the glass and continued,
"I had some misunderstandings with Mr. Ding before. I'll drink another cup to make it all clear. I hope the old leader won't hold
a grudge!"

After downing half an ounce, the beautiful young woman, slightly tipsy, gained more courage and poured herself a third cup, saying loudly:
"It's been many years, Mr. Ding, you're still full of energy, as vigorous as a young man in his twenties. I truly
admire you. I wish you..."

She wanted to say "May you live to be a hundred," but remembering that this old bastard had a terminal illness,
she hesitated and changed her words to "Good health and a speedy recovery!"

The last part was ostensibly a toast, but everyone present understood it was actually sarcastic, implying that this old cadre
was old in years but not in spirit, and disrespectful because of his age. Several of the guests' expressions changed.

Before Hu Xian'er could smooth things over, Old Ding calmly said, "Wanyu, I told Hongwei back then that he
had found a good wife. What I admire most about you is your attitude. Very good, very good indeed. Young people have vitality."

Seeing their master speak, the followers also flattered her, praising Long Wanyu to the point of being a goddess in just a few words.
Long Wanyu ate her food with a cold face, thankfully no one tried to talk to her anymore.

The remaining three women, having been with countless men, were masters of flirting and quickly
charmed Halfway through the meal, Min Xuan recognized a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses as her brother, and the two
left the table affectionately. Just as dessert arrived, Wang Ling also made progress, taking a well-dressed young man to the guest room.

Several light southern dishes suited Long Wanyu's taste, and she ate quite a bit, oblivious to everyone else. The dessert was
shortbread topped with pure milk ice cream; the beautiful young woman enjoyed it and then ordered another plate, still wanting more.

Only four people remained at the table. Hu Xian'er winked at the slightly overweight, round-faced man, who
quickly understood and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Old Ding: "Old Ding, this…this…the moonlight is beautiful tonight…I'd like to
invite Ms. Hu to…this…to go back to the room to admire the moon…"

The female boss chimed in, "I didn't expect Director Ji to be such a romantic person…" The man, an official in
the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, also understood the situation.

Only the beautiful young woman and the old soldier remained in the large dining room. Long Wanyu avoided Old Ding's gaze, hugging her shoulders,
staring blankly at her toes. The atmosphere at the table had reached a freezing point.

After a while, the old man broke the silence: "Wanyu, I heard that Hongwei has been having some trouble with his business lately. We haven't seen
each other for many years, and we want to help him, but unfortunately, we are powerless to do so..."

Hearing her husband mentioned, the young teacher's heart stirred. Old Ding had extensive connections; it wasn't impossible for him to
revive . She perked up and said, "Yes... he has indeed encountered some problems... his partner ran away
... he went to the Middle East... and we haven't heard from him at all..."

Old Ding said confidently, "Hongwei is a veteran; he has experience protecting himself. When he
returns , I have many good projects I can give him, and I can also find someone to guarantee his funding..."

As long as her husband could keep the company afloat, her life as a kept woman would be secure. Knowing that his promises were
empty words, the beautiful young woman thought wickedly that perhaps there was a way to make them come true, as long as she paid a moral
price .

"Then I'll thank you on his behalf..." the woman forced a smile and nodded in reply.

Seeing the beauty's delight, Old Ding also became happy: "Not at all, my achievements today are partly due to his
contributions, you don't need to be so polite!"

Li Hongwei rarely mentioned his experiences in the army, and when the old soldier brought it up, Long Wanyu pretended to be interested and asked:
"I haven't heard him talk about these things much."

Ding Jian laughed and replied: "We've almost finished eating. If you want to know, let's go upstairs
and talk slowly ."

The wolf had finally shown its tail. The woman knew that upstairs they wouldn't talk about military life, but would only
give her husband a cuckold's horns. She bit her lip and didn't agree, feeling like a caged beast, caught in a dilemma.

"Oh, there's one more thing. Please tell Ms. Hu when you get back that her request is not a problem. Xiao Zhang is
a good comrade, and he can continue to shine for the people!" the old man added opportunely.

The burden on her shoulders grew heavier. Long Wanyu was on the verge of tears. She stood up from her chair and said, "Alright... then...
let's go back inside and talk..."

The two left the table, and Ding Jian led the beautiful young woman upstairs. When they reached the top of the stairs, he silently put his arm around
the woman's soft waist. Long Wanyu dared not resist; her body stiffened, and her heart was ashen.

Standing in front of the door, the female teacher still hesitated and awkwardly made up an excuse: "I... I want to have a smoke
..."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you inside." Ding Jian said, pointing to the terrace at the end of the corridor.

The woman, feeling like she had been granted a pardon, grabbed the report and ran away as fast as she could. A bad ending awaited her; even a moment's respite was
good. She pushed open the glass door. Outside, the night was cool and still, a silver sea of light filled the sky, and
a bright red dot, swirling and falling to the ground below, shone down.

"Today is the Lantern Festival..." A voice flowed from the shadows. It was Wang Ling, who had just thrown away
a lit cigarette butt and lit another one.

Long Wanyu asked warily, "What are you doing here?"

"It's over. He's so young, but a pity he's all show and no substance. He's sleeping like a log inside."
The nightclub's top hostess said ambiguously, moving closer.

The female teacher leaned against the railing, sighing with a troubled expression, and asked again, "Got a cigarette? Give me one..."

Wang Ling stood beside her and said, "Although I don't know you, I know you're not one of us."

"Of course!" Long Wanyu affirmed decisively.

The girl chuckled, saying playfully, "What I mean is, you haven't figured it out yet. I'm younger than you, and I live
more freely."

"You think selling yourself is something to be proud of?" the beautiful young woman retorted sarcastically.

"Men have the energy to pursue power and money, but only to better play with women. I understand that.
My body and face are my greatest assets. I sleep with them without feeling, just as a transaction." The woman
explained as if calculating.

"Shameless..." The female teacher's harsh comment reflected her long-standing contempt for prostitutes, and she spoke without any restraint.

Wang Ling laughed as if she'd heard something ridiculous, saying, "My dear sister, you're exaggerating. I'm just like you,
with a husband and parents. They know nothing about my work and still praise me as pure and innocent. Morality and character are just
shackles imposed on us by those ugly women. They can't enjoy them, and they won't allow us to either."

"Ridiculous!" The beautiful young woman tried to find a reason to object, but her mind was blank, and she couldn't think of any arguments. She could only say,
"A bunch of fallacies..."

"I'm going back to rest. Don't think too much about it. Here, this is for you." The hostess
placed and left without looking back.

Long Wanyu lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the strong tar smell choked her lungs, making her cough a few times. The woman
didn't see Hu Xian'er hiding downstairs, nor did she notice the white powder in the filter.

The three women each found an excuse and lay in ambush in different places. Their meeting wasn't accidental; it was the final link in a conspiracy.
Hu Xian'er knew her best friend too well; getting her to take that final step was indeed difficult. To be on the safe side, she could only rely on
the help .

The nightclub owner didn't choose a gimmicky aphrodisiac, but drugs.

Ketamine, primarily a medical anesthetic, causes blurred consciousness but
retains a sliver of clarity, producing pleasure and dizziness. Most importantly, it triggers uncontrollable sexual urges.
Because it's colorless and odorless, it's also known as "date rape drug."

In Hu Xian'er's decade-long operation, she used these substances to harm countless women. Drugs are like
a deadly, bloodless blade; whether it's curiosity leading to death or coercion, people suffer broken families and ruined lives—the crimes
are heinous.

The owner still had a shred of conscience towards Long Wanyu, not using a strong dose; a low dose was enough to
disturb a respectable woman without leaving any physical addiction.

The female teacher, a heavy drinker but not a smoker, stubbed out her cigarette after a few puffs. She felt increasingly
dizzy , her consciousness becoming hazy. The distant trees seemed to transform into ghostly shadows, suddenly lunging at her.

Stumbling and staggering back, she found herself inexplicably standing before Ding Jian's door. Suppressing her remaining conscience, Long Wanyu
mustered her knocked, stepping into the abyss.

The old cadre had changed into his pajamas. He suffered from a terminal illness, but thanks to modern medical precision and specially supplied
imported drugs, he could maintain normal bodily functions.

"You've arrived?" the old man asked, sipping his tea, gesturing for a reclining chair for the female teacher.

"Mmm..." the young woman replied weakly, her body limp and listless. She obediently sat down,
taking off her high heels and stepping barefoot onto the carpet.

Ding Jian took out a photo album from a drawer, recounting and showing it to her. The story seemed to rewind time,
returning to that spirited, revolutionary era.

He began by recounting the amusing anecdotes of Li Hongwei's early days in the army. These embarrassing stories, which her husbands were usually reluctant to discuss, came
alive , unfolding like scenes from a movie. When he heard about sleeping standing up during night shifts, Long Wanyu couldn't help but laugh.

The woman gazed intently at the old cadre's wrinkled face, and couldn't help but think that years ago he must have been a dashing and spirited
young man. Her bad impression of him had changed; the old man had become kind and approachable, like a reliable father figure.

The medication not only affected her mind but also her body. Her limbs drooped uncontrollably; her body felt like it had lost
its master , and her soul seemed to leave her body. The beautiful young woman felt as if celestial music was playing softly around her, and auspicious clouds surrounded her. She suddenly forgot her worries
and troubles, and guided by words, she glided along the river of history.

Ding's past had reached its climax. He pulled out a yellowed photograph and began to speak of love amidst the constant gunfire.
Long Wanyu's thoughts drifted, but she quickly became immersed in the story. Looking at the similar faces, she too transformed into that brave and
strong battlefield nurse.

An indescribable peace enveloped her mature and juicy body. The beautiful young woman shifted to a comfortable position,
lying unabashedly on the soft chair, listening to Ding Jian and Di Qiuyun's love story.

The story concludes when the young nurse dies in the old soldier's arms. The female teacher is moved to tears, while Ding Jian kneels
beside her, his eyes also glistening with tears.

They gaze at each other for a moment, then Long Wanyu takes the initiative to kiss him. Her red lips lightly touch the old man's dehydrated mouth, his soft
stubble caressing his delicate skin. They experience each other's tenderness, slowly moving their necks, falling into a passionate
embrace.

A fire is ignited within the woman. She begins with a light kiss,
then parts her lips slightly to envelop him, savoring the moment. She then boldly embraces the old soldier, passionately extending her tongue, relentlessly demanding and entwining it.

Ding Jian holds the vibrant beauty in his arms, feeling young again. His fingers gently run through her black hair,
tightly kissing the priceless beauty in his arms, exchanging saliva between their lips.

Burning with lust, Long Wanyu's body blazed with heat. A captivating
blush spread across her once-snow-white neck and cheeks. She clung even tighter to her chest, writhing restlessly, her legs stiff and tense, even her ten soft, jade-
like toes curling tightly.

The drug had penetrated her mucous membranes, flowed into her bloodstream, and affected her brain. Her pituitary gland secreted hormones, making her feel excited.
Her uterus and vagina contracted, and thick, pungent vaginal fluid quietly soaked her panties. Long Wanyu couldn't distinguish between dream and reality,
abandoning her mental constraints and anticipating physical pleasure.

"Ah..." the beautiful young woman moaned in pleasure. When Ding Jian took her sensitive earlobe into his mouth, her soft, seductive cries were incredibly alluring
, as if trying to steal the man's heart and soul.

Since his illness, Ding Jian had long been deprived of women. Tonight, with such a rare beauty as Long Wanyu, he exerted himself extra diligently, using
all his skills to serve and tease her. In his heart, he felt as if his lost lover had been reborn, fulfilling his last desire.

His withered tongue slid across her earlobe, circled it, and then attacked the left auricle that made the beauty uncomfortable once more.
One of his free hands touched her equally soft right ear, while the other lifted her sweater and pressed it against her doughy belly.

"Mmm... Mr. Ding... mmm... don't touch... ah... no... ahh... I... don't want
..." The woman, lost in lust, felt the coolness from her lower abdomen. Her remaining reason warned her, and she resisted.

The old man's hands caressed her warm, fragrant body wantonly, and he called out the name of his first love passionately: "Qiuyun... I
... miss you so much..."

"No... don't do this... I... can't... ah... ah..." The beautiful young woman was aroused, struggling and
moaning, her broken sentences drowned out by the sea of desire, barely audible.

"I... finally... have the chance... Qiuyun... to make up for... my regrets..." Ding Jian pushed away the hands that
were trying to stop him, and kissed her again, pressing half of his body firmly against the female teacher.

It turns out that Ding Jian and Di Qiuyun were already engaged years ago, but the nurse died on their wedding night, preventing him from ever being able to enjoy her company.
For years, this had been a nagging worry for the old cadre. He had sought out several women who resembled her, but none had stirred
genuine feelings within him.

"No... ah... please... let me go... um... please..." Long Wanyu
gasped , her body's desires, under the influence of drugs, driving her mad. The unfamiliar name served as a stark reminder that she was merely
an actress impersonating someone else.

The beautiful young woman guarded her chest, forgetting the zipper at the back. With a smooth metallic click, the old man easily
pushed up her loosely draped top, revealing a large expanse of dazzling flesh trembling alluringly under the light. He
held the woman's weak wrists, unhooked the clasp between the two cups, and took the initiative to conquer her!

The female teacher regretted agreeing to Hu Xian'er's request to wear this front-opening, half-cup bra, which was so easily ripped open.
But it was all too late; her two lovely breasts were now completely absorbed into the old leader's murky eyes.

"No...no...um...don't...don't lick...ah...no...ah...ah...oh
...ah..." The sticky, sucking sensation from her nipples completely shattered Long Wanyu's last line of defense.
She resisted symbolically for a moment, then all her muscles went numb, and she slumped
down like food waiting to be cut.

Sensing the change in the beauty's attitude, Ding Jian tenderly licked and sucked her already engorged nipples, his tongue
swirling along the flesh, suddenly jumping to the base, then abruptly touching the tip. The beautiful young woman, like a small boat adrift in a sea of desire,
groaned and arched her back, her expression a mixture of pain and tears, offering her two round, full breasts as if offering them up.

"Um...ah...oh...oh...ah...ah..." Long Wanyu couldn't utter a single word of dissent, her moans
a mixture of longing and encouragement.

"I love you... Qiuyun... I love you..." The alluring woman before him
overlapped . This impossible miracle softened the resolute Ding Jian's heart. He gazed tenderly at the beauty
's captivating face and sincerely confessed his love.

Long Wanyu's tightly pressed legs rubbed together, experiencing only fleeting pleasure that vanished before she could grasp it.
Her almond-shaped eyes, brimming with desire, widened as she pleaded, panting, "Ah... Ding... ah... Mr. Ding... I... oh... I
can't take it anymore... please... please... um..."

"Okay... Qiuyun... I will make you happy... I will..." Old Ding kissed the beautiful young woman's forehead,
enjoying the two cloud-like curves in his hands and the woman's passionate expression. He tentatively
launched an attack on the unconquered valley.

Age had rendered his aging penis dysfunctional, and the old man could only use his hands, but this did not diminish
the pleasure Long Wanyu experienced. She practically guided her loose-skinned fingers to undo her belt, reaching between her legs to find the woman's most
secret triangle.

"Ah...I...oh...oh oh...I want...I want..." A calloused index finger
pressed on the clitoris, causing it to swell and swell instantly. The brief, sharp pleasure shattered her thoughts, and the female teacher let out
a suppressed scream, inevitably succumbing.

Ding Jian hadn't married for many years, and given his status, he had slept with many women. He carefully touched her for a while; the wet heat on his fingertips
made him feel the beauty's overflowing lust. A certain peculiar sensation caught his attention.

The female teacher's skirt had already been pulled to the ground, leaving only a pair of white lace panties covering her mons pubis. The old leader
sat on the edge of the chair, suppressing one swaying thigh, and skillfully removed the cloth covering her,
revealing her mons pubis, dripping with lustful fluids!

The unusual structure of her vulva astonished even the seasoned old man who had seen countless women. Positioned low between her legs
, the two crescent-shaped labia resembled wings, the opening tight and long, the entire vulva stretching horizontally from side to side
. Beneath thick black hair, a winding fold extended from the base to the anus.

"I never imagined it would be such a rare treasure!" Old Ding sighed regretfully. If
he had known more than a decade ago that Long Wanyu possessed such a magnificent vulva, he would never have let it slip by. Now, old and frail, he could only gaze at her vulva with longing
.

Fortunately, he still coveted the female teacher's beauty, wanting to witness her ecstatic expression during orgasm.
His hands continued to tease her, Ding Jian using his thumb and ring finger to separate the red labia, his index and middle fingers carefully pinching the tender flesh the size of
a bean , first gently teasing and twisting it.

"Ah...so good...so good...Mr. Ding...ah...I...I can't...oh...
so...shameful...I can't..." The pleasure in her lower body brought the beautiful young woman to the brink of ecstasy. The thrill of this immoral act intensified
the pleasure , the forbidden joy shooting straight to her brain from between her thighs, her back muscles twitching rhythmically.

Old Ding changed his methods again, his thumb and forefinger precisely pinching her clitoris like surgical forceps, his ring and middle fingers transforming into
a hard penis, thrusting straight into her birth canal, digging and probing incessantly. His little finger was also busy, rhythmically
pressing the perineum between her vulva and anus.

"I...I actually felt pleasure...it's so shameful...Hongwei...I'm sorry to you...I'm sorry to
our family...but...I really want...I want an orgasm..." Her last thoughts crumbled in a jumbled
mess, the woman trying to console herself in shame.

Five fingers, like five perfectly coordinated armies, systematically expanded foreign territory, sometimes
pursuing , sometimes maneuvering to wear them down. Ding Jian, like a general on a battlefield, gazed with unrestrained arrogance at Long
Wanyu's body, lost in lust.

"No... I can't... It's really... shameless... Someone save me... Hongwei..."
Long Wanyu thought, desperately grasping at the drifting catkins in the wind, trying to use their marital bond to avoid the shameful act of climax.

The long-deprived young woman, deprived of a man's caresses, could hardly resist. Satisfied desire, like the first rain,
nourished her long-parched body. The sharp pain in her clitoris and the tingling sensation in her vagina transformed into
a numbing joy that spread through her entire body, from a stream to a river, then into an unstoppable torrent, carrying the female
teacher towards the abyss of desire.

"No...no...I...it hurts so much...I can't take it anymore...I'm sorry...Hongwei...I'm
sorry ...I can't hold on...Forgive me...Siri...Forgive Mom..." Long Wanyu
cried out in guilt deep within her heart.

Her beautiful body, filled with seductive allure, convulsed uncontrollably, as if electrocuted. The climax finally arrived,
unlike the leisurely pleasure of masturbation. The peak that erupted in shame was exceptionally fierce. All her thoughts flew to the heavens,
leaving only a pure, exhilarating emptiness.

The beautiful young woman gripped the soft cushion beneath her tightly, her fingers turning white, her beautiful legs like white fish emerging from the water.
She thrashed about, screaming wildly as if crying, "Ah...ahhh...oh...ahhh...so
good...Mr. Ding...ah...so good...I'm flying...I can't take it anymore...oh oh...oh...I'm flying
...ah...I...I'm flying..."

Ding Jian tenderly embraced the distraught beauty, sparing no effort in his remaining tenderness and patiently comforting her. The female teacher slumped onto the recliner like
a lump of rotten flesh, motionless.

The two remained silent for about ten minutes before the woman slowly regained her composure. She
remembered her son's smiling face before she left, and a sob escaped her lips.

Just as the old leader was about to speak, a woman in a white coat rushed in. She first examined Ding Jian's
eyelids and tongue, then took his pulse. She took out a medicine from her pocket and said to the old man, "Mr. Ding, you must take care
of yourself. It's not good for you to be like this after only a few days. You must listen to the doctor."

"I know, Dr. Zhang, thank you for your concern. Don't be nervous, I feel fine now," the old man replied
politely .

The female doctor glanced at the lying Long Wanyu with disgust and scolded, "Hmph, an eyesore!
You've come all this way here, get out of here!"

"Hey, Dr. Zhang, this is my guest, don't be like that," Old Ding interjected, calling a
waitress to help the disheveled young woman to her guest room.

The female teacher soaked herself in the bathtub. The woman's piercing gaze had made her feel particularly uncomfortable. Thinking of
her husband far away in the Middle East, and those gold feather earrings, she felt her body in the water was especially filthy. She picked up a bath sponge
and scrubbed herself vigorously, tears streaming down her face.

Little did she know that the Pandora's box of desire within her had secretly opened a crack, and countless torments of purgatory
would roar and howl, descending one by one.

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