[Urban] New Game World (Complete) - 19-21

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The fifth part of the game club, the train wolf, chapter 5: The teacher in the subway.

The woman behind him, still conscious from a minor climax, scraped the remaining semen from the glans of the penis with her slender index finger, then put it in her mouth and turned to look at Ao.

"Teacher?"

Ao exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the woman's appearance.

The fifth part of the game club, the train wolf, chapter 6: The teachings of the perverted teacher.

"Teacher!"

Ao exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the woman in front of him with breasts no less impressive than his mother's. This was the homeroom teacher of Class 4, Grade 2 at xxx High School, who was also his and his father's homeroom teacher—Mizurai Nanako.

"Oh, so it's Ao-kun. And this... so it's Shoya-kun. No wonder it tastes so good."

Nanako mumbled with her index finger in her mouth.

"Teacher, you... how could you do this!"

Ao almost cried out upon seeing Nanako's indifferent expression.

"What? How could you do that?"

Nanako asked, looking confused. "It's...it's that as a teacher, how could you do something so shameful!"

Ao exclaimed.

"Oh, what's so shameful about it? This is a women-only carriage, you know. We're all women, what's there to be ashamed of?"

Nanako said dismissively.

"But, but he's a man!"

Ao pointed at me. "Sigh, you're right, but what does it matter? This kind of thing is good for him, good for me, everyone's happy. Besides, for a man like Shoya to ejaculate is very tiring, so we're actually the ones who benefit. Ao, you've probably been trained by women before, you should understand this kind of thing! Shoya, it felt good just now, didn't it?"

Nanako said seductively. "Yes, teacher,"

I replied.

"Ah, yeah... what happened? I'm... I'm sorry, I... I've only just started training, there's still a lot I don't understand, I'm sorry."

It should have been easy to notice something was wrong, but for some reason, Cang felt it was because her training as a woman wasn't complete, which was why she was like this. She decided to be nicer to her cheapskate father from now on; he was so good to them, expending so much energy training them every day.

"Since that's the case, then let your teacher teach you what to do in the car, okay?"

She finally addressed Yuko. "Ah... really, don't bite so hard... her dad... ah, of course, I already entrusted her to your teacher! Ah..."

Yuko was sitting on my lap, her top off, her arms wrapped around my head buried in her breasts, answering breathlessly.

"In that case, Cang, come with your teacher."

With that, Nanako pulled Cang away, and Cang didn't forget to glance back at Yuko. Yuuko's neck was slightly raised, panting, her white hands tightly clutching her father's head, her supple waist twisting restlessly, her plump buttocks rubbing against his thighs. Aika, meanwhile, squatted in front of them, practicing the method Yuuko had taught her the night before, one hand gripping his penis and stroking it, the other gently caressing his testicles, her face serious.

"Hmm?"

Just as Ao was engrossed in watching, he suddenly felt Nanako's hand loosen, and at the same time, he felt as if his own hand had grasped something, involuntarily squeezing it twice—soft.

"Ah!"

Ao quickly let go, because her hand was on a woman's breast, and the woman blushed, head bowed, not daring to speak.

"How is it? Feels good, right?"

Nanako, now with one hand gently kneading the other woman's breast, turned to Ao and said.

"Hmm...hmm!"

Cang nodded hesitantly. The soft touch was indeed quite comfortable.

"Actually, it's not just you who feels good, she feels good too, like this."

As she spoke, Nanako's hand reached to Cang's chest, grasped one of her breasts, and squeezed it.

"Put your hands on her and the teacher's breasts, do what the teacher does."

Seeing that Cang didn't quite react, Nanako commanded.

"Ah...oh!"

Upon hearing this, Cang reflexively did as instructed. Hmm, Nanako-sensei's breasts are so big and so soft, they feel so good to squeeze. Ah, this person's breasts aren't small either, although they're smaller than Nanako-sensei's, but they're so elastic, hehe, they even bounce back.

"Ah...father of the child...hurry up..."

At this moment, Yuko was holding onto the subway poles with both hands, her skirt pulled up to her waist, revealing her smooth white buttocks, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Yuko kept twisting her buttocks, her vulva glistening with moisture, clearly in need.

"Smack."

"Oh..."

With a slap on Yuko's plump white buttocks, Yuko actually let out a happy cry. Meanwhile, Aika was still stroking her penis. Seeing that it was fully engorged, she followed Yuko's instructions from last night, pressed down on Yuko's glistening vulva, spread it open, aimed her penis at the open vulva, and then said to me, "Daddy, Mommy's cunt is overflowing with juices. Please use your penis to help stop the water from flowing into Mommy's cunt."

"Oh, so full..."

With a satisfied moan from Yuuko, we became one. "Ah... good... so fast... ah... it's going to... it's going to break... it's going to break..."

After becoming one, I showed no mercy and thrust with all my might, while Aika knelt below Yuuko, raising her head and sticking out her pink tongue to lick and suck my penis and Yuuko's clitoris, causing Yuuko to tremble all over, her huge breasts shaking abnormally, her body turning an unusual pink, and she kept making unclear moans, saliva flowing uncontrollably.

"Hmm... ah... no... oh... don't... no..."

Meanwhile, under the combined attack of Nanako and Ao, she was clearly getting into the swing of things. Her fair and beautiful neck was raised high, her clear eyes were half-closed, reflecting a glistening watery light through the gaps, her face was covered with two red blushes, and she moaned incoherently what she wanted.

"T-Teacher!"

Hearing the woman's refusal, Cang stopped what he was doing and looked at the excited Nanako.

"What's wrong?"

Nanako already knew when Cang stopped, after all, one of Cang's hands was on her body, and she knew why he had stopped.

"Teacher, oh... Teacher, that... it hurts... don't... don't be so rough."

Because her chest was being grabbed, she couldn't even speak clearly, so Cang quickly grabbed Nanako's small hand tightly with his own soft hands, and said breathlessly, "Um... Teacher, she doesn't seem to want this?"

Cang looked at Nanako with a confused expression.

"Oh, is that so? Cang, your woman's training is still too shallow. Women often say the opposite of what they mean, especially in this kind of thing. If you don't believe me, look at me."

After saying that, Nanako brought her head close to the woman's ear and gently licked it, causing the woman to tremble. Then she said, "Are you sure you don't want it? Then I'll take it away!"

As she spoke, Nanako's movements gradually softened and she slowly moved her hand away. But just as Nanako's hand left, a soft, white hand pressed down on it and pushed it back onto the woman's high breasts. The woman gasped, "No...no...don't..."

"Don't want what?"

Nanako asked. "No...don't stop..."

The woman hesitated, but the aroused desire forced her to say it. "Did you hear that? It seems that you, Ao, still have a long way to go on your path as a woman."

Nanako said to the even more bewildered Ao while kneading the woman's breasts.

"Oh...yes...strong...so good..."

After saying that, the woman seemed much more relaxed, and even her moans became much louder.

"Cang, your masturbation skills are still terrible. You should go back and learn from your mother."

After restoring Cang's hands, Nanako noticed that Cang had no skill whatsoever other than gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. She reminded her.

"Ah...good...ah...so comfortable...oh..."

Under Nanako's guidance, the woman's hands were also put to use. Her hands roamed over her breasts and vulva. Nanako's hands also moved from her breasts along her waist to the entrance of her vulva, gently sliding on the pink flesh and occasionally slipping in a little, causing the woman to moan like a kitten. Her waist kept thrusting forward, hoping to get more pleasure. Cang also entered a state of bliss under Nanako's hands. One hand returned from Nanako's body to the soft flesh of his own breasts, while the other hand was still on the woman's breasts. He began to caress the soft flesh in his hands, completely unaware of reality. His eyes were watery like a woman's, and his face was full of pleasure.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... Ah... We're here... We're here... Ahhhhhh..."

"Sss..."

This was Yuko's moan. Under my penis and Aika's tongue, Yuko entered the peak with great pleasure, raising her head high and shouting into her cherry-red lower mouth. If it weren't for my barrier that could echo throughout the entire subway, it would have made everyone in the carriage shout. Her full breasts shot out two streams of white milk from her dark red nipples, splashing onto the metal car.

"Hoo..."

Taking a deep breath, I pulled my penis out of Yuuko's tightly clenched vagina and ejaculated wildly, leaving streams of white semen on Yuuko's smooth buttocks, thighs, vagina, and Aika's face. Then, "Sss..."

Yuuko tensed up for a moment, then her eyes rolled back, and her body went limp and slumped down. I had to reach out to support her, but my hands were on her full breasts. As a result of the pressure, her breasts also protested seriously, spraying out milk from within. I quickly laid Yuuko down and then sat down to rest, leaving a clear and milky white liquid on the ground.

As for the semen on Yuuko's body and Aika's face, I believe that after yesterday's training, Aika will understand the purpose of semen and how to clean it up.

"Ohhhhhhh..."

Hearing Yuuko's high-pitched moans, Nanako also thrust her onion-like fingers hard into the woman's vagina. The woman, stimulated by both Nanako and Yuuko, reached orgasm, then slumped against Nanako, panting heavily, her small, white hands still trembling slightly on her exposed private parts.

"Ah... um... oh..."

Ao, on the other hand, had already entered a state of ecstasy, but without Nanako's help, he remained trapped between discomfort and pleasure, unable to find release.

"Ding-dong, approaching xxx station, please prepare."

Just then, the announcement sounded. Yuuko snapped out of her daze and quickly straightened her clothes. Nanako also woke up the still-wandering Ao, helped him tidy his clothes, and I dispelled the barrier. Then, amidst the passengers' previously frightened expressions, now looking bewildered, I led Yuuko, Ao, Aika, and Nanako off the train.

Part 5, Game Section, Chapter 1: Su Yu , the Little Bitch

********** ... In short, everyone understands the feeling of not being able to afford any of the new consoles being released one after another. Thinking about how I've only ever owned one Little Tyrant console in my life is truly pathetic ! **************** ... So Tianhe hurriedly ran to the river outside and gave himself a thorough bath before returning to his room, satisfied. He didn't linger, grabbing the Wangshu sword and heading towards the Shichenxi Cave. In the original story, Tianhe didn't care about entering, but this time, he didn't care. "Halt! Trespassing into Shichenxi Cave will result in death!" Just as Tianhe entered Yun Tianqing and Su Yu's tomb, Meizhao jumped out, shouting "Trespassers die!" as she charged towards Yun Tianhe. "Whoosh!" Yun Tianhe quickly took out the Wangshu sword and channeled his true energy into its blade. The Wangshu gradually emitted a soft glow. "I didn't know my master had arrived; Meizhao is retreating." Seeing the glowing Wangshu, Meizhao, just like in the original story, recognized the sword but not the person, bowing and disappearing again. "Hmm?" Arriving at the two graves, Tianhe looked for a while before confirming, "The one on the left is Su Yu's." " Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!" Not yet understanding immortal techniques, he could only use the most powerful palm strike towards the left grave. "Boom!" A loud crash, a tremor, and the ice on the grave crumbled into finger-sized pieces, revealing a jade coffin. "Hmm! Perfectly preserved!" Pushing open the coffin lid, he revealed a perfectly curvaceous female corpse dressed in a blue dress. There was no trace of death, and even a faint, uniquely feminine fragrance lingered. He reached out and pressed his hand on Su Yu's breasts; they were somewhat stiff—she had been frozen for too long! Then Tianhe carried Su Yu back into the house.

After placing Su Yu's body on the bed, Yun Tianhe flicked his hand, and a stick of incense and a jade bottle appeared in his hand—the Rejuvenating Elixir and the Soul-Returning Incense. Since he didn't yet know immortal arts or sword control, only the martial arts he'd learned from martial arts novels, Tianhe naturally activated a cheat code! He had unlimited red and blue health, and his cheat codes were also activated; after all, he wasn't here to experience life, but to enjoy a harem!

He held the Rejuvenating Elixir in his mouth, then kissed Su Yu's cold lips, feeding her the elixir mouth-to-mouth. Afterward, Tianhe quickly lit the Soul-Returning Incense, and the smoke from it accurately drifted into Su Yu's nose.

Meanwhile, under the effects of the Resurrection Elixir, Su Yu's body gradually regained its warmth, and her previously stiff form softened. Under the influence of the Resurrection Incense, her high breasts began to rise and fall slowly. When the incense burned out, Su Yu opened her previously tightly closed eyes, but they were lifeless, just like the girls who had been hypnotized by Tianhe before.

"So, she's already reincarnated!"

Tianhe sighed. Just like in the original story, Su Yu went to reincarnate as soon as she entered the underworld.

Having no other choice, Tianhe activated his cheat device, instantly teleporting himself to Shouyang City. After searching for a long time, he finally found a newborn female puppy. With a flick of his wrist, the image of a transparent little female puppy appeared in Tianhe's hand. Looking at the puppy in his hand, Tianhe activated the cheat device again and returned to the house in Ziyunjia.

"Alright, go!"

Back in the house, Tianhe looked at Suyu, who was still lying listlessly on the bed. With a wave of his hand, the transparent little female dog slowly floated towards Suyu's head and merged into her head. Suyu's eyes slowly closed, then slowly opened again. This time, Suyu's eyes were no longer listless, but filled with light and curiosity about the world.

"Awoo..."

Then Suyu's curious gaze fell on Tianhe standing beside her, and a strange emotion arose instantly. Because she was just a newborn female dog, and hadn't even opened her eyes yet, she saw Tianhe and instinctively regarded him as her father. However, her animal instincts made Suyu feel an invisible pressure emanating from Tianhe, making the newborn female dog completely powerless to resist and define him as her master!

Since he was her father and master, Suyu was not afraid at all and whimpered happily.

"Bang!"

Su Yu rolled over and fell to the ground, but fortunately, her body was that of a cultivator, so she was unharmed. She rolled around a few times, a little disoriented, before slowly crawling to Tian He's feet and affectionately rubbing her head against his leg.

"Hmm, good girl!"

Tian He praised, stroking Su Yu's soft hair. Su Yu seemed even happier, sticking out her little pink tongue to lick Tian He's fingers.

"First of all, you can't lick anything randomly anymore. You can only lick things I give you permission to, understand?"

"Slap!"

Tian He slapped Su Yu's plump buttocks.

"Ouch..."

Su Yu whimpered sadly.

"Good, you understand."

Tian He stroked Su Yu's hair as a reward: "Of course, I can lick my master."

"And from now on, your name will be Su Yu, understand?"

Tian He said to Su Yu.

"Woof! Woof...Woof!"

Su Yu barked happily because she had a name, even letting out a bark that wasn't normally something she could make at this stage. Of course, this wasn't strange, mainly because Su Yu already possessed a great deal of knowledge in her mind, but at this moment, the little bitch Su Yu couldn't use it, or rather, she would never be able to fully use it in her life. However, as long as she slowly cultivated with Tian He and gradually awakened her intelligence, the little bitch Su Yu could even inherit everything from Su Yu's body, including her cultivation level! And now, simply using her already mature voice to bark was no problem at all.

Then Tian He reached out and gently and ruthlessly stripped Su Yu of her clothes, leaving her completely naked, even her shoes and socks. In short, Su Yu was left kneeling on the ground, naked and pale, looking exactly like a little bitch, or rather, she was a little bitch to begin with! While Tianhe was undressing Su Yu, although Su Yu herself didn't have any particular thoughts, her female instincts kicked in and she was very fond of the colorful clothes. She kept looking at Tianhe pitifully, but as a little bitch, her loyalty was unquestionable. Despite her liking, she didn't dare to resist Tianhe's desire to undress her, and obediently let him strip her naked.

"Lick my cock!"

Tianhe quickly stripped off his own clothes and pointed to his already erect penis, saying to Su Yu who was looking at him.

Su Yu still had some basic physical intelligence; although she wasn't very good at thinking, she could still understand. And even if she couldn't understand, she, the little bitch, already wanted to lick this thing that smelled sweet and carried the strong scent of her master.

"Awoo... Slurp... Slurp..."

With an expression of infatuation and adoration, Su Yu obediently knelt down, raised her fair and beautiful face, and stuck out her pink tongue to gently lick the penis, licking faster and faster, appearing very happy!

"Mmm... Slurp... Slurp... Mmm... Hmm... Woof..."

Seeing that Su Yu only knew how to lick, Tian He simply held Su Yu's head and quickly thrust his penis in and out of Su Yu's mouth a few times. At first, Su Yu didn't understand why her master was doing this, but with Tian He's repeated thrusting and instruction, Su Yu also learned the four techniques of licking, sucking, blowing, and swallowing. Of course, it was still only at the beginner level. As for deep throat and the like, Tian He felt there was no need to rush, he could teach her slowly!

"Mmm...uh...slurp...mmm...woof...mmm...slurp..."

Although Su Yu's mind was that of a newborn female dog, she was actually a mature woman who had given birth. Although she was only about twenty years old, it did not hinder her mature physical reactions. Under Tianhe's probing and caressing fingers, Su Yu's vagina gradually became wet, and even began to have some sticky droplets. Su Yu's body also turned red with excitement, her face flushed, and the two bright red fleshy bumps on her full breasts stood proudly erect.

"Awoo! Woof!"

Seeing that Su Yu's body was completely aroused and even excited, Tianhe withdrew his penis from her mouth under Su Yu's reluctant gaze. Then, he used his fingers to spread open her already overflowing vagina, and his thick penis slowly opened the vaginal opening and slowly inserted into Su Yu's warm and wet vagina.

However, due to the long period of abstinence, although her body was that of a mature woman, Su Yu still couldn't help but whimper in pain, but soon she barked excitedly again.

"Woof...woof...woof...woof...woof...uh...woof..."

Su Yu was clearly very excited and comfortable at this moment. She was being penetrated in a puppy-dog position, her delicate neck raised high, her little mouth barking loudly, expressing her excitement and enjoyment at her first sexual experience.

"Call me Master! Little Su Yu!"

Tianhe quickly thrust in and out of Su Yu's tight, warm little hole, kneading and playing with her full breasts while instructing her.

"Woof...woof...uh...woof..."

Su Yu was clearly still unable to control her body properly; her fully developed throat couldn't quite utter the word "Master"!

"Awoo... Awoo... Master... Ah... Master woof woof woof!"

Finally, under Tianhe's fierce thrusting, Su Yu's mature body hovered on the edge of orgasm nine times before reaching an extreme climax that could make her die of joy. In this climax, Su Yu finally learned to say the word "master"!

"Hoo!"

After a few rapid thrusts into Su Yu's warm, moist vagina, he looked at her lying sideways, her upper arms pressed tightly against her body, her plump thighs pressed tightly against her soft abdomen, twitching like a puppy, her face flushed after orgasm, her sexy little mouth slightly open, a trace of clear saliva unnoticed flowing from the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolled back, her hands and feet tightly clenched, her pure white body trembling with happiness. Su Yu was so alluring that Tianhe held back his ejaculation, pulled his penis out of Su Yu's vagina, and then sprayed it hard onto this pure white and beautiful body, spraying thick white liquid all over Su Yu's pure white body, full breasts, and beautiful hands and feet before stopping.

"Woof... Master, woof!"

After Su Yu caught her breath, Tianhe led her to the stream in front of the door, cleaned her body, and gave her a quick bath together. Then, Tianhe and Su Yu, half human and half dog, settled down in this licentious way, waiting for the plot to begin!

Chapter 2 of the fifth game, Immortal 4: Ling Sha, the proof of a woman!

"Boom!"

Just as Su Yu and I were having breakfast served by four pretty and voluptuous maids, a loud noise suddenly came from the Shichenxi Cave next to the house. It seemed that Han Ling Sha had arrived, and the plot was about to begin! Thinking of this, Tianhe couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, after a month of training, Su Yu could express her wishes somewhat fluently, and had also learned to walk upright and could fully understand Tianhe's commands. The other four women were virgins that Tianhe had selected from other main cities to serve him and Su Yu, but of course, they were no longer virgins!

"Stop, you damned pig demon!"

Tianhe shouted deliberately when he saw Han Lingsha in front of him, wearing a red sleeveless dress.

"Huh?"

Han Lingsha heard someone shouting behind her and hurriedly tried to leave.

But "Whoosh..."

Although Tianhe didn't know any magic, his martial arts were superb—no, he was the strongest. With his superb martial arts skills and the "Handful of Empty Hands" technique, Tianhe invented a move similar to the Flying Dragon Cloud-Piercing Hand.

He used his superb lightness skill to catch up with Han Lingsha in an instant and quickly touched her chest and lower body.

"Ah!"

Instantly feeling a chill in her lower body and her upper body becoming empty, Han Lingsha screamed loudly, "Damn it!"

Then, not daring to linger, she used "Soul-Stealing Rain!"

Supporting herself with her empty chest, she pulled out an iron ball and smashed it on the ground. "Boom!"

Smoke filled the sky, and Han Lingsha took the opportunity to escape. Of course, it was Tianhe who wanted her to escape; otherwise, Han Lingsha probably wouldn't have had a chance to move at all.

"Trespassers will be killed!"

Han Lingsha clutched her empty chest tightly with both hands and fled deeper into the Stone Sinking Creek Cave, only to be caught by Mei Zhao.

"Halt, you dead pig demon!"

Tianhe's voice could be clearly heard behind her.

"Damn it! I'm caught between a rock and a hard place!"

Lingsha was somewhat exasperated, so she mustered her courage and swung her two Emei daggers at Mei Zhao, but "bang!" Clearly, Lingsha's attack had no effect on Mei Zhao; it passed right through her and crashed to the ground.

"Azure Dragon Emerges from its Cave!"

Seeing Mei Zhao about to unleash a powerful attack on Han Ling Sha, Tian He quickly unleashed a Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms strike. Dust in the air rapidly condensed into a giant dragon over ten meters long, lunging towards Mei Zhao. Tian He, having read over a dozen Jin Yong martial arts novels, possessed a level of skill that was truly astonishing. However, the dragon only managed to stun Mei Zhao before effortlessly passing through his body, creating a large, dragon-head-shaped hole in the wall with a deafening boom.

"Indeed, immortal techniques have a restraining effect on martial arts!"

Tian He exclaimed, because his Azure Dragon Emerges from its Cave technique could only barely hit Mei Zhao when he was gathering his energy, and even then, it only repelled his attack, failing to cause any real damage.

"How is this possible?"

Seeing the two's attack, the large hole in the wall, and then looking at the unharmed Mei Zhao, Ling Sha murmured to herself.

"Fine, let's give it a shot!"

Seeing that Mei Zhao was determined to kill them both, Han Lingsha shouted to Tianhe, "Listen carefully, how much you can comprehend depends on your fate!"

Then Han Lingsha recited a very mysterious phrase, and Tianhe saw that all the magic spells in his modifier were now usable.

"Wind spell."

So Tianhe casually cast a simple wind spell, and a huge tornado appeared, sweeping everything in the tomb into the air. "Ah!"

Han Lingsha was also caught in the whirlwind, but fortunately Tianhe caught her in time. After a while, the tornado finally stopped, leaving the tomb in a mess. Mei Zhao's paper talismans were torn to shreds by the gale.

"Are you alright, you pig demon?"

Tianhe asked Lingsha.

"I'm fine..."

Lingsha looked shaken, but suddenly seemed to remember something important: "What did you just call me? Pig kidney? With my natural beauty, could I possibly be a pig demon?"

Lingsha almost shouted.

"Ah, how is that possible? You're not a pig demon, then what is that?"

Tianhe asked.

"Look closely! This young lady is a woman!"

Ling Sha proudly puffed out her not-so-large breasts, clearly having forgotten that her tube top and bodice were gone.

"Ah!"

Tianhe looked surprised: "A woman? The kind of woman Mom talked about that you can have sex with?"

"Damn it! What are you saying?"

Han Ling Sha was a little angry. What kind of mother is she?

How could she call her child such things? But at this moment, Ling Sha's mind flashed back to what her mother had told her when she was little: "Ling Sha, a girl's future is to get married and serve her husband well, and bear his children!"

At that time, her mother was obviously a little surprised that Ling Sha was asking this, but she still told Ling Sha. Thinking of this, Ling Sha nodded slightly: "You could say that!"

"Oh, then how do you prove you're not a pig demon?"

Tianhe asked again.

"Oh my god?"

Ling Sha felt like she was going crazy. In a fit of anger, she grabbed Tianhe's hand and pressed it against her chest. "Can you feel it? This soft texture, only women have it, it's called a breast!"

"But that pig demon is female too!"

Tianhe said something that was sure to provoke hatred!

"Ahhh!"

Ling Sha screamed, unable to bear it any longer. "Damn it, what do you want from me to believe I'm not a pig demon?!"

Ling Sha asked somewhat frantically, forcefully pressing Tianhe's hands even harder against her already small breasts. However, a woman's sensitive areas obviously couldn't withstand such forceful pressure, and Ling Sha instantly felt a burning pain in her chest. But this pain also brought Ling Sha to her senses. "The kind of woman I can fuck?"

This thought flashed through Han Ling Sha's mind and quickly took over, preventing her from thinking further.

"I can fuck her!"

Han Ling Sha suddenly shouted. This was a sentence that would normally make Ling Sha blush and her heart race even just thinking about it, but at this moment, Han Ling Sha appeared completely serious, not realizing anything was wrong, or rather, she was simply unable to think, just repeating what her brain was saying.

"Huh? Oh, but how do I know if what you're saying is true?"

Tianhe asked.

"You...you...you..."

Ling Sha gasped for breath, her chest heaving. Tian He, holding her small but firm breasts, felt them tremble. "Since that's how it is, then I'll prove it to you."

With that, Ling Sha suddenly unbuttoned her clothes, and soon she was completely naked. Her snow-white body was exceptionally alluring in the tomb. Ling Sha crossed one hand over her chest, trying to cover her breasts, but even though they weren't large, her slender hand couldn't cover them. The outlines of her breasts were clearly visible, and even the pale areolas were discernible. Her other hand covered her lower body, but that was also futile. A few fine but soft black hairs could be clearly seen trembling in the wind through her fingers.

"Why aren't you taking your clothes off?"

Ling Sha asked sharply, looking at the motionless Tian He.

"Well, but...but I don't want to..."

Tian He said.

"You can't refuse!"

Ling Sha shouted. It's really come to this. Seeing your terrified face, let me teach you a lesson! Thinking this, Ling Sha approached Tian He, slowly kneeling down. Her hands trembled as she unbuckled Tian He's belt.

Looking at the half-erect penis before her, Ling Sha was extremely nervous. Even in this half-erect state, it was frighteningly large. Could she handle it when it came to a full-blown erection? Ling Sha asked herself, but now that things had come to this, she clearly had no way out.

Trembling, she grasped the penis with her small, silk-gloved hand. Even through the gloves, Ling Sha could feel the astonishing heat emanating from it. Her other hand continued to pull Tian He's pants down completely, joining in the stimulation. Her two small hands gently grasped the intimidating penis, lightly stroking it. She didn't know why she knew these things, but Ling Sha couldn't think straight at the moment; she could only follow her instincts.

"Slurp..."

Ling Sha stuck out her pink tongue and gently licked the head of the penis that made her a little scared. Hmm? It seems quite sweet? Ling Sha thought to herself, and then "Slurp... Slurp..."

To satisfy her curiosity, she couldn't help but lick a few more times, but what happened next made Ling Sha a little scared.

"Slurp... slurp... um... um... slurp..."

Because Ling Sha felt that she seemed to like this taste, her mouth just couldn't stop. Her tongue kept swirling around the penis, but it never left the penis for a moment. Then, Ling Sha couldn't help but put the penis in her mouth. Instantly, a sense of satisfaction arose, but she had to spit it out and lick it carefully. Although the satisfaction was great when it was in her mouth, the sweet taste was much less. So she quickly spat it out and licked it again. But after licking for a while, a sense of loss arose again, and she quickly put the penis in her mouth again. Then, Ling Sha's small mouth only had the penis. She was completely unaware that her mouth had any other use. She just kept licking and sucking.

"No...don't..."

Gradually, Tianhe's penis became erect. Of course, this was because Tianhe felt it was about time; otherwise, his penis would never have softened. Feeling the wetness of Lingsha's vagina through his fingers, Tianhe, under Lingsha's gaze—which was as reluctant as Su Yu's a month ago—withdrew his penis from Lingsha's alluring mouth, bringing with it a trace of glistening saliva that mingled with Lingsha's bright red lips and Tianhe's swollen, purplish penis.

"Oh...good...so itchy..."

Considering that this was Lingsha's first time, Tianhe rubbed his penis against the entrance of her vagina, using some of Lingsha's love juice to make it more lubricated. But after a while, Lingsha, as a virgin, began to moan uncontrollably, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, and her round buttocks repeatedly arching back, trying to envelop his penis in her private parts. But obviously, she didn't succeed.

"Ready? Here I come!"

"Ah!"

Since it was his first time, Tianhe understood that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one. So, as soon as he finished speaking, before Lingsha could react, he thrust his penis deep into her vagina, tearing through any obstacles he encountered. As a virgin, Lingsha's vagina was indeed more powerful than Suyu's. Although Suyu's vagina was less powerful than Tianhe's due to Yun Tianqing's penis and hadn't been used for a long time, it was undeniable that Suyu's vagina was easier to penetrate completely. Lingsha's vagina, on the other hand, was much more difficult. If it weren't for Tianhe, most men probably wouldn't have been able to penetrate completely even in the first ten times!

"Ah..."

As a virgin, her tolerance was lower than Suyu's, so she was still moaning in pain. However, the intense contractions of her vagina due to the pain gave Tianhe a good experience.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Tianhe asked to ease Lingsha's pain.

"Ah..."

Suddenly realizing she had let him enter her body without even knowing his name, Ling Sha felt a pang of sadness, but there was no going back now, as his penis was already deeply inside her.

So she could only reply, "My name is Ling Sha, Han Ling Sha. What's yours?"

"My name is Yun Tianhe!"

Tianhe gently caressed Ling Sha's breasts while beginning to gently thrust his penis, deeply inserted into her body.

"Hmm...it feels a little swollen,"

Ling Sha groaned softly.

"Hmm...ah...oh..."

But Tianhe didn't care; swollen meant it didn't hurt, so he began to thrust faster and faster.

"Ah...good...ah...so fast...haha...so itchy...oh...so comfortable...ah...so comfortable...ah...mmm..."

Ling Sha gradually entered a state of ecstasy, her body pressed tightly against Tian He's, her head resting on his shoulder, her slender neck arched high, moaning softly, her eyes glazed over, her delicate arms also raised high, tightly pulling Tian He's head towards hers, rubbing and moaning incessantly, her round, jade-like buttocks arched high to facilitate Tian He's entry.

"Oh...so good...ah...I am...ah...mmm...I am a woman...so good...I can't take it anymore...harder..."

Ling Sha moaned loudly, somewhat incoherently, clearly about to reach her climax.

"Ah, harder... ah... I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore ahhhhh!"

Sensing Ling Sha's intense pleasure, Tian He quickly increased his strength and thrust even faster. As a result, Ling Sha soon gave in, and Tian He, under the impact of a torrent, began to ejaculate rapidly, shooting his semen towards Ling Sha's uterus.

"Hoo...hehe...hoo..."

At this moment, Ling Sha's eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes trembled incessantly, and the corners of her mouth were upturned, looking very comfortable. Her delicate nose emitted a soft moan of pleasure, and her body stiffened and trembled until she finally came to her senses after a while.

"Ling Sha, what are you doing

in my parents' tomb?" Holding Ling Sha, who was slumped weakly against him, Tian He teased her two still-recovering breasts while asking.

"I heard that there are sword immortals on this mountain, so I came up to see for myself,"

Ling Sha replied lazily.

“Oh, you’re too late,”

Tianhe replied. “My parents are dead.”

“What?”

Lingsha was somewhat surprised, but her voice remained languid. “How could this happen? Even sword immortals die?”

“It’s normal!”

Tianhe answered matter-of-factly. “Everything in the world dies. As long as you don’t join the ranks of immortals, you will die. My parents died because their sword techniques went wrong.”

“Ah! Then I’ve missed my chance!”

Lingsha was somewhat disappointed. “But maybe it’s just that their cultivation method was wrong?”

Thinking of this, Lingsha asked Tianhe, “Did your parents leave you any books?”

“Yes!”

Tianhe nodded.

“Then hurry up…”

Lingsha jumped up excitedly, but the pain in her lower body instantly made her fall into Tianhe’s arms. “Take me to see!”

Then Tianhe carried the naked Lingsha towards the house. Chapter 1 of the Extra Chapter

11-28 : My
Beautiful Wife is Like a Painting "Oh... Yunxiang... are you clean? Ah—" My wife let out a soft, melodious moan, her head tilting back, the bluish veins on her slender, swan-like neck bulging, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. "Hmm... I washed it a while ago..." I mumbled in response, my lips nibbling and kissing her beautiful oval face. My wife, Mu Rouxue, is a very clean woman. Even when we're intimate, she insists I shower first, especially carefully washing my penis, even if we always wear a condom. Even our first time was with a condom. My emotions had already reached the peak of passion. The thought of being away on a long business trip soon made my libido even higher. My 180cm body weight pressed completely against my wife's 175cm graceful body, writhing and rubbing against her. My wife's body was soft as cotton, yet incredibly elastic. When my powerful body pressed against my wife's, the strong reaction force felt as if it were dissolving every cell in her body into mine, while every cell in my body felt the throbbing within her and the passion flowing beneath our bodies. My 25-year-old wife had developed the most beautiful parts of a woman perfectly, with curves in all the right places, a true template of a woman's perfect figure. This perfect body of hers belonged only to me, designed by heaven just for me; every curve on her body perfectly matched the curves on mine. My wife's arms tightly embraced my waist, her smooth flesh writhing beneath me as if it couldn't bear the weight. With each twist, I could feel her full breasts rolling against my chest like warm water bottles, the sensation from which was indescribable. I pressed my body against my wife's smooth, oil-like flesh, shrinking down until my head was buried in her chest. I grasped one of her proud 34C teardrop-shaped breasts, round, full, and firm, a sight that would make any man drool. I opened my mouth wide and began to suckle, almost swallowing her pink nipple and areola entirely… I knelt up, spreading my wife's long, slender, white legs apart and placing them on my shoulders. Her long legs were both strong and incredibly fair and delicate, with visible blue capillaries on the inner thighs. Against the backdrop of her pale, pink legs, her rosy vulva stood out even more. The skin on her inner thighs stretched, revealing plump, white labia majora and tender, wrinkled labia minora, free of pigmentation and pubic hair, parted to reveal a deep, pinkish cavity. I looked up at my wife, who lay on her back in such a seductive and alluring position, her fair skin glowing with a rosy hue, her perfect S-shaped figure like an ivory-carved goddess—generous, dignified, gentle, and serene, all qualities that inspire deep adoration in any man. My wife's labia were already wet. I parted her labia and slowly inserted myself. "Ah, oh—gently, husband…it hurts…" My wife gasped, her head involuntarily tilting back, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, her legs trembling, her smooth abdomen taut. For over a year, every time I entered my wife, she cried out in pain, no matter how much foreplay or how much lubrication she had. My penis, by Chinese standards, is only average. Each time I squeezed into my wife's tight passage, causing her to cry out in pain, satisfied my male ego. To be honest, when I first met my wife, looking at her tall and slender figure of 175cm, I couldn't help but think of the phrase "tall, big breasts, wide vagina," and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to satisfy her. But now I realize that was all unnecessary. "Tall, big breasts, tight vagina" is more suitable for my wife, Rouxue. Luckily, my wife chose me. If she had chosen someone with a huge penis like the men in porn movies, I don't know how she would have survived. I shook my head sharply, throwing away that lewd thought, and slowly began to move back and forth. "Mmm—mmm…ah—" I hugged my wife tightly, skillfully and gently entering and exiting her graceful, snow-white body, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. Compared to a year ago, I am much more experienced now, all honed on this soft and beautiful body beneath me. I sucked on one of my wife's rosy, firm nipples, moving it continuously, influencing the movements of her entire body. My wife's body trembled involuntarily, low moans escaping her throat as she swayed her full hips in rhythm with my movements. Rouxue was truly a good wife. Whether my movements were fast or slow, heavy or light, whether the positions were the same or new, she always so considerately cooperated, appearing completely content. I preferred to have my wife beneath me. This way, I could fully utilize my physical advantages: my 180cm height and 90kg weight allowed me to completely and firmly cover my wife's 175cm height and 55kg full, slender body. I could fully experience the pride of a man dominating a woman. With each thrust, my wife's waist trembled, her breasts heaved, and she cried out softly. At that moment, her alluring and seductive state was, of course, fully appreciated by me. I enjoyed watching my wife's movements beneath me with an appreciative eye. In my eyes, only my wife could perform lovemaking to its fullest extent. At this moment, in bed, my wife had completely shed her usual refined and elegant demeanor. Her noble bearing, graceful and incredibly sexy body and face now held a wanton and yearning expression. Her eyes shone with a wantonness that would intoxicate any man, captivating and mesmerizing. Her moans, laced with passion and sensuality, made every pore on my body open, igniting an endless fire of desire within every cell.

I gradually increased the speed of my penetration into my wife's body. I felt the warm, wet embrace of her lower body, and I felt her purity and softness; I felt the intensity of her desire, and I felt her shy acceptance. Watching my wife writhe ecstatically with each thrust, I experienced a powerful sense of conquest and visual pleasure as a man.

Under the urging of my strong body, my wife had completely lost her previous shyness, cooperating with my thrusts, constantly offering herself, letting her body be ravaged.

At this moment, I slowed down.

"Ah...no, don't stop...oh, husband...don't stop..."

"Rou'er, is it good?"

"Mmm..."

my wife moaned.

"Scream louder, be more unrestrained...okay?"

I not only craved the physical stimulation, but also the auditory stimulation.

"Mmm...ah, ah—oh..."

Although it was just a simple "mmm and ah," the moans coming from my wife's mouth were incredibly alluring, her voice filled with a thousand charms. The speed and rhythm of the "mmm and ah" alone created such rich music. My wife moaned loudly, her slender waist twisting from side to side, her snow-white buttocks heaving rapidly up and down, and her nipples, which were originally like red beans, swelled up and trembled with each thrust. At this moment, my wife had completely lost any of the pure and elegant demeanor she usually possessed as a beautiful teacher. She was a complete harlot!

"Rou'er, you're such a sexy darling. When you get all horny, any man would be captivated by you."

I teased, suddenly pulling my penis out of my wife's body, no longer giving her any stimulation, leaving her only endless emptiness. I was no longer satisfied with hearing my wife's "mmm and ah" moans; I wanted even greater verbal stimulation.

My wife, at the peak of her sexual desire, suddenly lost her source of pleasure. Her body trembled as if electrocuted, her tense body arching like a bow, her white legs convulsing violently...

"Mmm...husband, give it to me..."

Unable to resist the lust within her, my wife cried out uncontrollably, moaning.

"Rou'er, moan even more seductively, say 'Fuck me!'...Say it loudly... I'm a slut, fuck me to death!..."

I teased my thirsty wife.

"...I...ah...husband, ah..."

"Rou'er, moan, moan quickly, and I'll give it to you."

"I—ah...husband, I, I...ah...I, I'm a slut, fuck me quickly...mmm, ah—fuck me to death..."

My wife, who was usually a teacher, could no longer bear it, loudly uttering words she found difficult to say, moaning passionately, like a seasoned prostitute, incredibly lewd and alluring.

I felt a sense of accomplishment, and thrust into my wife again, pounding rapidly.

Under my powerful thrusts, my wife let out beautiful moans and groans, like heavenly music. Her eyes were slightly open, her pleading gaze filled with adoration and happiness. Responding to my fierce attacks, her body opened and closed repeatedly, allowing the pleasure to rise uncontrollably, awaiting the climax she craved.

Ten minutes of rapid, relentless thrusting almost exhausted me, leaving me breathless. I collapsed onto my wife's full, alluring body, patting her large, round buttocks.

My wife, understanding, carefully rolled over onto me, changing to a woman-on-top position. Compared to the missionary position, my wife, as soft as water, preferred the woman-on-top position in bed. This allowed her supple, water-like body to dance freely on me, flowing like water. In her own words, this position allowed her to stretch and release herself completely.

And I, too, enjoyed the pleasure brought by my wife's movements. I could simply enjoy it without making any movements, or freely explore the curves of her body with my hands and feet.

My wife, with her round, full buttocks raised, carefully and slowly guided my erect penis into her body. Instead of immediately thrusting, she sat quietly on my lap, her hands on my chest and abdomen, and began to move, helping me relieve my earlier fatigue.

What an understanding and beautiful wife!

Her slender, jade-like hands moved swiftly, her onion-like fingers bringing a unique sensation, like playing a beautiful melody. Perhaps it was because she had played the piano since childhood, but her long, delicate fingers truly played a beautiful melody with a clear rhythm, sometimes Beethoven's "Fate," sometimes Mozart's "Don Giovanni," sometimes Liszt's style, and sometimes Haydn's tempo, making me, lying on my back, hum comfortably.

Seeing me relax, my wife leaned against me, her 34C teardrop-shaped breasts pressing flat against my chest, rubbing against me in circles. Her large, round, white buttocks, like a full moon, rose and fell rhythmically.

My wife's initial movements were small, but each thrust was incredibly tight. She pressed herself firmly against my genitals, the intense friction sending a powerful jolt of pleasure through her clitoris. The copious secretions soaked our pubic hair, minimizing friction.

Her warm vaginal canal seemed alive, enveloping my penis relentlessly, automatically contracting and relaxing in a rhythmic assault.

Her canal was overflowing with love juice, soaking my pubic hair and scrotum. Yet, it remained miraculously tight, as if a tiny mouth was sucking inside. I couldn't bear the stimulation and desperately pushed my wife off me. She understood and sat upright. Her body rose and fell, her two full, white breasts swaying like flowers in a downpour.

After a while, she leaned back, supporting her upper body with her hands and her lower body with her legs, beginning to move her large, beautiful buttocks even more vigorously, rubbing her vaginal walls against my penis with even greater intensity.

The sound of my wife's breasts swaying up and down, and the slapping of her full buttocks against my thighs, was so beautiful that I was deeply intoxicated by wave after wave of pleasure.

"Mmm... darling... honey... do you like this...?"

my wife gasped, her words muffled by intense moans.

My wife danced passionately on top of me, like a wildly beautiful and alluring modern dance. Only a young woman in her prime like my wife would dance so romantically and innocently in bed.

I looked up at my wife on top of me; besides her pretty face, she had a full and healthy figure. What captivated me most was how high her breasts were now, swaying with incredible elasticity, bouncing freely.

Her white, high breasts had soft, rounded lines, perfectly formed, with beautiful curves, creating a pair of perfect circles. But these rounded lines weren't as simple as in geometry; rather, they were the result of the fullness of her breasts, causing a moderate protrusion in the lower curve. The curve of the protrusion was beautiful, round and smooth, protruding alluringly, forming a graceful teardrop shape!

The height of her breasts was just right; any lower and it would be pretty but not beautiful; any higher and it would be too sexy and ruin her elegance.

My wife was truly the most beautiful of beautiful women. Unlike other women, whose breasts would sag under their own weight when they straightened their upper bodies without the support of a bra, my wife's full and prominent breasts maintained such a beautiful shape, with her nipples slightly erect, lively and vibrant.

I reached out and grabbed my wife's two firm, full breasts, kneading them wantonly. I knew that only at this moment could I fully enjoy my wife's breasts in a state of heightened desire. My usually delicate wife could never withstand such rough handling of her breasts, and I absolutely couldn't bear it.

In my hands, my wife's breasts were like two water-filled balloons, unbelievably soft, easily kneaded into various shapes. Sometimes they were pressed flat; sometimes stretched into long strips; sometimes pinched deeply from the center, forming a gourd shape, wider at the bottom and narrower at the top; sometimes they were grasped completely, the snow-white flesh squeezing out between my fingers…

My wife showed no pain or discomfort on her face, but rather an expression of satisfaction. Her red lips parted constantly, emitting soft moans, like the most beautiful sounds in the world. Her hazy eyes and wild passion were like the most beautiful painting on earth.

I doubt anyone could imagine that this beautiful teacher, so noble, elegant, pure, and serene on the outside, would be so intoxicated and unrestrained in bed. My wife clung to me like a snake, wriggling and rubbing against me, her long hair swinging in the air.

Anyone who saw this scene would be utterly astonished, but unfortunately, only I, Shen Yunxiang, could appreciate and enjoy this beauty.

But I never imagined that a few months later, all of this would no longer belong to me!

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Chapter 2: The Secret of the "Foreign Horse"

I released my wife's breasts. They immediately bounced back to their previous shape, standing tall and erect, only much larger than before, appearing even heavier. I knew this was a physiological reaction of excitement in my wife; her teardrop-shaped breasts swelled into round, plump bulges, almost bursting, trembling slightly.

I patted my wife's full buttocks, and she understood, turning 180 degrees around me, leaning forward, her hands gripping my ankles, her back to me, her upper body still, using only the power of her waist to rotate her large, full buttocks, beginning to grind against my pubic hair, giving my penis a rotating pleasure.

If I only described it, no one could imagine that my wife's slender waist possessed such powerful explosive force.

It propelled her large, white buttocks to rotate and grind at a high speed with a lightness and agility completely disproportionate to their size. My wife's technique of alternating twisting and up-and-down movements slowly led my body into a unique and unprecedented state.

Her pubic hair massage technique had improved significantly; for my exceptionally intelligent wife, it was a piece of cake. She learned this technique last month by dragging my shy wife along with me from watching Japanese adult films. True to her teacherly nature, she picked it up immediately and mastered the skills.

I lay comfortably on the bed, enjoying the pleasure from my wife's pubic hair massage.

Looking at her from behind, her slender, smooth, and rounded back was exceptionally white and delicate. The ridge formed by her concave spine outlined a beautiful arc, winding down to where her back and buttocks met, disappearing into that alluring cleft. Her two tender, high, and pert buttocks were almost split in two by the penetration of my penis, bringing forth bursts of warm, wet spray.

The curves of my wife's body undulated dramatically like flowing water, yet remained proportionate, radiating the beauty of youth. My wife's thighs were firm and rounded, long and straight, her large, rounded buttocks forming an astonishing curve that connected to her slender waist in exaggerated arcs. High and rounded, her hips undulated dramatically with each movement.

From behind, my wife really looked like…like a Western woman!

I suddenly remembered the nickname men gave her behind her back—"Western Woman"!

Indeed, she resembled her in appearance! But not in spirit!

In fact, although my wife was only 175cm tall, she possessed an exceptionally delicate and graceful appearance. Her beautiful oval face and pointed chin exuded a confident, noble, and serene aura. This wasn't a deliberate act, but rather a result of her rich and understated family background.

Her father was the director of a top-tier hospital in the city, and her mother was a professor at a prestigious university; their family was very well-off. My wife received an excellent education from a young age, and was knowledgeable, reasonable, gentle, and virtuous.

She was a middle school teacher at a century-old prestigious school, a profession that further enhanced her scholarly air.

Being called a "foreign horse" (a derogatory term for a woman with large breasts and hips) is not only due to my wife's height, but also undoubtedly related to her ample bust and hips.

My wife's bust is 92cm and her hips are 94cm. What appears to be a large bust and hips to outsiders is, in my opinion, largely due to her 62cm waist! Her slender waist creates a strong visual illusion.

While my wife's bust and hip measurements aren't the largest among Chinese women, I dare say her waist and leg length are among the thinnest and longest.

Her waist is incredibly slender, barely a handful, with shallow and wide pelvis, and her round, firm buttocks are divided into two semicircles that curve backward. The waist widens abruptly at the hips, further emphasizing her wasp waist and round hips. Below her curves are two straight, well-proportioned long legs, perfectly proportioned at 0.618. Her full thighs are not thick, without an ounce of excess fat, slender and round like two jade pillars extending to her knees. The transition between her hips and legs is abrupt, emphasizing the roundness and fullness of her large bottom. Unlike some tall, slender girls whose legs appear long and thin from the front but turn into inverted triangles from the side, her legs are wider and flatter towards the top.

My wife's calves are very straight, fitting perfectly together. She was a model in college, and she's one of the few models who could hold a book between her calves without it falling. The muscles in her calves are well-developed, and in high heels, the beautiful curves of her calves are even more pronounced.

Full breasts, a slender waist, plump hips

, and long legs—that's probably where my wife's nickname "Big Foreign Horse" comes from. In my hometown, "Big Foreign Horse" describes a tall, strong, and beautiful woman. Even though my wife's appearance is similar, her personality is different. My wife is too kind; she has compassion for both people and small animals. Her kindness makes me suspect she's an angel of love fallen to earth, offering love to anyone she encounters who needs help.

I still vividly remember my first date with my wife. It was July 28, 2010. My father's friend had introduced me to a friend's daughter.

Waiting in the park where we were supposed to meet, I was in high spirits and casually gave 10 yuan to an old beggar holding a cup.

My father's friend reminded me that his friend's daughter was approaching from a distance.

The moment I saw my wife, I fell in love with her—it was love at first sight. She walked gracefully through the crowd, her 1.75-meter height, shoulder-length hair, and clear, innocent eyes sending a shiver down my spine. I absolutely don't deny that there was a sexual element to it; her breasts were undeniably full, and in the midsummer heat, her thin shirt clearly outlined their curves.

The old beggar, leaving us, aimlessly begged against the flow of people, while well-dressed men and women covered their noses and avoided the smelly old beggar.

Only my wife stopped, her face full of pity and sympathy, and without hesitation opened her handbag and gave all the change to the old beggar.

After my father's family friend introduced us, my wife and I were left alone.

I will never forget the feeling of facing Rouxue up close for the first time—oppression! An oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe!

The first impression was oppressive beauty! She was as beautiful as a goddess untouched by worldly affairs!

The second impression was oppressive height! Rouxue, who was 175cm tall, was wearing heels that day that were at least six or seven centimeters high! Tall women naturally appear tall, and with high heels, I had to look up at her.

The third impression was oppressive sexiness! I tried my best to suppress my desire! That day, Rouxue was wearing high heels with jeans! Only a tall woman like her would dare to wear that! And they were low-waisted, high-stretch jeans! Her

full curves and long legs were clearly shown. Her entire genital area was tightly bound, outlining her figure.

Her low waist revealed a glimpse of her snow-white belly. As she walks, her hips sway from side to side, and the mysterious triangle area evokes all sorts of fantasies.

From behind, she was even more alluring; her full, rounded buttocks were stretched taut by her jeans, sticking out backwards. Her buttocks were widely parted, the jeans sinking deep inside. Wearing high heels, her calves were straight, causing her buttocks to involuntarily arch backwards. From behind, her high, full buttocks seemed ready for a rear-entry penetration at any moment.

That day, my heart almost jumped out of my throat; I felt my blood surging and pounding through my body, unable to connect the pure, almost divine image of her in my mind with such a full body and my own burgeoning lust.

During our conversation, I couldn't help but fantasize about Rou Xue's most private parts beneath the rough fabric.

She must have pubic hair, right? What shape would that pubic hair be? If her genitals were completely shaved, how breathtaking that patch of black hair on her fair, plump skin would be…etc. I ridiculously speculated about these pointless and superfluous questions.

That day, I chatted with Rou Xue for less than an hour before she politely said she had to leave and refused my offer to escort her.

Even after I got home, I wasn't sure if Rouxue would be interested in me. At the time, over a hundred men were pursuing her, some offering houses, others cars. What did I have? An ordinary family background, an ordinary office worker.

I couldn't tell from Rouxue's indifferent expression whether I had a chance! I hesitated for several days before finally mustering the courage to text Rouxue and ask her out for coffee. To my surprise, Rouxue readily agreed.

At that moment, I truly felt like the happiest man in the world! My goddess had favored me! And my girlfriend had become my wife!

My proud wife rejected the temptations of other men's money and chose to marry me, a commoner. Therefore, I cherished my wife even more and obeyed her every command.

Later, I asked my wife why she chose me. In her words, she chose me because she saw me giving alms to an old beggar, and thus developed a liking for me at first sight. At the same time, her mother also had a good impression of me.

"Mmm—"

My wife's moans and grinding movements grew louder, waking me from my past memories. I knew my wife was on the verge of collapse.

My wife's ample, round buttocks, which had been grinding in circles, began to move rapidly up and down, striking my thighs with loud "slap slap" sounds.

Instinctively, I grabbed one of her full, high-perched buttocks and kneaded it vigorously. The feel was incredible—smooth, delicate, and silky, like a peeled hard-boiled egg, incredibly bouncy and smooth to the touch.

With my other hand, I inserted a finger into my wife's beautiful, delicate anus. My finger, glistening with her love juice, was exceptionally slippery. Inserting it into her warm anus felt incredibly tight, the contractions gripping it so tightly it couldn't move.

My wife's sexy buttocks involuntarily arched slightly, allowing my finger to penetrate deeper, while her hips moved rapidly, almost frantically, swallowing my hard penis.

My wife is a traditional girl from a traditional family, four years younger than me. Although she has a lively and cheerful personality, she is cautious about matters between men and women, always carefully maintaining boundaries in our relationship. From my first date to our first kiss, a full three months had passed. It's truly admirable how gently my wife cooperates with me in bed!

My brain is numbed by waves of pleasure. The pleasure in my penis washes over every cell of my body like waves. I squeeze and knead my wife's large buttocks even harder, my fingers digging more excitedly into her anus, eliciting soft moans from her. Her anus clenches even tighter, and the moonlight streams in, illuminating her alabaster-like body, making it appear exceptionally alluring and seductive.

Listening to my wife's soft, Suzhou-accented Mandarin; smelling the light, fragrant scent emanating from her body; seeing her full, smooth body and her beautiful, mesmerizing curves, I feel like a god. My heart soars with excitement. I possess boundless joy, boundless passion, and an unparalleled sense of conquest.

Finally, my wife and I reach the peak of our sexual union.

"I need to take a shower," my wife finally said, getting up naked and walking into the master bathroom. "I feel so dirty!"

This has been her habit for over a year; she always showers after sex, meticulously washing her genitals with the hot water from the showerhead for a long time. I even jokingly wondered if she was a bit of a germaphobe.

I couldn't imagine what she would feel if my penis went straight into her vagina without a condom. To be honest, for over a year, I'd never experienced direct penetration; it always had to be through a thin membrane.

My wife was always afraid of accidentally getting pregnant, and she wasn't ready to be a mother yet. So I had to use a condom, even the first time. I love my wife, and I always obey her.

My wife gracefully scooped water to wash herself, her slender yet voluptuous body, snow-white, swaying beautifully, her curves flowing softly into mesmerizing poses.

If I weren't so weak, I would have pounced on her again.

When I finished showering, my wife lay sprawled on the bed like a little lamb.

"Rou'er, I need to talk to you about something..."

I said, embracing my wife.

My company is launching a new project in another city, and they've decided to assign me to lead it—a fantastic opportunity for promotion and a raise. Although we're not short of money, my wife comes from a very wealthy family, and as a man, I always hope to achieve something in my career to be worthy of her. So, I've decided to obey the company's arrangement.

I slowly told my wife about my business trip.

She looked somewhat disappointed and unhappy. Although she was reluctant for me to be away from home for so long, she's always been understanding and respectful of my feelings, so she had no choice but to agree.

"When are you planning to leave?"

my wife asked sadly.

"In the next two days...Rou'er, I'm so sorry!"

I said, feeling guilty towards my wife.

"It's alright, a man should have his own career..."

my wife tried to smile, comforting me.

I was deeply moved and hugged my wife's smooth body tightly. Marrying such a kind and beautiful wife is truly a blessing I've accumulated over many lifetimes.

“Rou’er, let’s have a baby when we get back from this business trip! I’m already 29 this year…”

I gently stroked my wife’s smooth, flat belly, as if I could see our new life growing inside. “I definitely want to enjoy the right to ejaculate inside without a condom… okay?”

“Yunxiang, let’s wait a few more years, okay?”

My wife pouted, refusing in a coquettish way, “I don’t want to have a baby so early like Mom.”

“Oh… okay.”

I always obey my wife.

“Honey, you’re so good!”

My wife hugged my neck and kissed me hard on the cheek. The intense sex had quickly made my wife fall asleep happily.

But I couldn’t fall asleep for a while.

“I don’t want to have a baby so early like Mom.”

My mother-in-law did give birth to my wife quite early. My mother-in-law is 44 this year, and she gave birth to Rouxue when she was 19, while my father-in-law is 59 this year.

In the conservative 1980s, my mother-in-law, a 19-year-old female college student, and my father-in-law, 34, gave birth to Rouxue. This was undoubtedly a shocking event at the time. I wonder what kind of passionate love story they had, but unfortunately, they never mention it. When my wife and I curiously pressed them for details, they just smiled and remained silent.

What puzzles me even more is that my wife takes my mother-in-law's surname; her name is Muyu.

My father-in-law explained that my wife's mother came from a prestigious family, renowned for its education and long-standing reputation. Furthermore, being the only son in three generations, my wife took her mother's surname.

But my father-in-law also came from a prominent family, with three generations of only sons!

My mother-in-law is a professor, naturally exuding a noble and serious teacher's aura. Even my father-in-law, the dean, is completely under her thumb at home.

Could it be that out of respect for my mother-in-law, my wife had to take her surname?

I had already experienced my mother-in-law's authority firsthand, as she was my university professor!

It was precisely because of this relationship that my mother-in-law trusted me with my wife. In her words, Rouxue was too kind! Too easily deceived; only someone she knew well could be trusted.

Chapter 3: Mother-in-law

Mu Yu Early morning, I drew back the curtains, and the bedroom was instantly bright; I opened the window, and the fresh air invigorated me, who was naked. I opened the window and vaguely saw figures moving on the balcony of the villa across the street.

"Honey, lie down a little longer, I'll go make you breakfast..."

My wife is always gentle and considerate, without a trace of the arrogance of a wealthy heiress.

I lay blissfully in bed, waiting for my wife to prepare breakfast. With such a kind and beautiful wife, I'm content for life!

Every time we make love, I'm exhausted, so I need a good rest. The title of "three times a night" is definitely not for me. I know I'm not particularly strong in bed, and I'm certainly inferior to others, but what does it matter?

My wife is tolerant, that's enough!

I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. On the financial channel, a special interview on this year's financial situation was playing. The interviewee was my wife's mother, Mu Yu, my mother-in-law, and my professor from university.

On the screen, my mother-in-law appeared more mature and dignified, exuding elegance.

My wife and mother-in-law look very alike, except my mother-in-law is shorter than my wife. My wife's 34C teardrop-shaped breasts, slender waist, full hips, and fair skin are all inherited from my mother-in-law. Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to my mother-in-law. Although she, at 44, deliberately dresses to appear mature and older, she still looks like a woman in her early thirties.

I remember once my wife insisted that my mother-in-law wear her youthful and sexy clothes, put on makeup, and go shopping with my wife. That day on the street, nine and a half out of ten people stared at my mother-in-law and wife as if they were two beautiful sisters!

My mother-in-law possesses an approachable charm that makes people want to get close to her, which is perhaps an important reason why she became a renowned doctoral supervisor in her field. My wife, a middle school teacher, naturally inherited this charm; the way she recites poetry to children is especially captivating, like a fairy descending to earth.

Although she deliberately dresses to look older, my mother-in-law on the screen looks no more than thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with a fair, oval face, wearing delicate gold-rimmed glasses, elegant and charming.

I stared at my mother-in-law on the screen; although she was over forty, her skin was still quite fair, her figure was still excellent, and her full breasts displayed ripe, full curves. Her dignified air exuded an air of elegance that stirred the imagination; in her youth, she was certainly no less beautiful than his wife. Although she is older now, she still possesses immense allure, captivating every man watching on television!

During the program, my mother-in-law, with her elegant voice, accurately and wisely analyzed the current economic situation, trends, and countermeasures, leaving the mayor, also a guest on the interview, full of praise.

The program was originally designed to explore the differing viewpoints and conflicts between academics and economists regarding the current economic situation.

However, unexpectedly, halfway through the program, the mayor, representing the economics, sided with his mother-in-law, representing the academia.

Despite being a seasoned official and usually composed, the mayor, in his fifties, couldn't help but reveal his admiration and respect for his mother-in-law. This admiration wasn't just for her knowledge; it also contained a sexual element!

Every man who has met and admired his mother-in-law harbors a sexual desire within him! It's just a matter of degree!

I was no exception!

Under the summer blanket, my penis, limp from last night's intense encounter, was already proudly erect! Just like when I first met my mother-in-law in college!

In 2003, at the age of 19, I finally stepped into the School of Economics and Management at Z University, a nationally renowned institution.

On the first day of Market Economics class, my roommates and I rushed to the lecture hall early to grab front-row seats, but even with our efforts, we only managed to get seats in the middle. The seats near the front were basically all taken by the boys.

Because everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of the beautiful Professor

Mu Yu! At the orientation for new students, we, the freshmen of the School of Economics and Management, learned about the beautiful and elegant Professor Mu Yu from the upperclassmen. At 35, Professor Mu was the most famous professor at Z University, not only for her profound knowledge but also, and perhaps more importantly, for her beauty!

It's said that when Professor Mu first arrived at Z University, she was still a lecturer. The unmarried and even married male teachers at Z University shouted

the slogan, "Marry Mu Yu!" and openly challenged each other to see who could win her heart first! Professor

Mu Yu smiled indifferently at the male teachers' frenzied pursuit, explaining that she was already married and her children were in school. No one believed it until Mu Yu brought her beautiful 7-year-old daughter, Mu Rouxue, which stopped her frenzied pursuit.

However, according to the well-informed upperclassmen, back then, the male teachers at Z University openly challenged each other to see who could first win over Lecturer Mu Yu; now, they secretly agreed to see who could ultimately sleep with Professor Mu Yu!

Rumors circulated that some high-ranking officials at the university tried to use underhanded tactics to get close to Professor Mu Yu but were humiliated and left empty-handed!

Some even attempted to use drugging and rape to get with her, but ultimately dared not carry it out after considering the consequences.

Because Professor Mu Yu's husband is the director of a top-tier hospital, and even a central-level leader has to queue up to see him! Although Professor Mu Yu's husband doesn't have absolute power, which provincial or municipal leader would dare to offend him!

Freshmen! Get ready to masturbate! This was the advice the upperclassmen gave us at the end of the orientation!

Now, everyone is eagerly anticipating Professor Mu Yu's classes, and even male students from other departments are pretending to attend.

"Wow—"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the lecture hall as Professor Mu Yu walked to the podium.

Wearing small, exquisite glasses, Professor Mu Yu was elegant, serene, and graceful. She wore a black silk blouse with a silver-white belted skirt, showcasing her beautiful figure and exuding the wisdom and charm of an intellectual woman.

At 35, Professor Mu Yu looked like she was in her late twenties. The years had taken away her youth, but not her beauty. An intellectual woman is like a piece of jade, constantly polished, like a flower quietly blooming—unassuming, not arrogant, not haughty. Her composure, confidence, wisdom, and hidden allure remained captivating.

Professor Mu Yu remained unfazed by our admiration, clearly accustomed to such surprises. With a calm and elegant demeanor, she opened her lecture notes and began her lecture.

I remember nothing of what she said, and I think the same was true for everyone else.

During that class, my eyes were glued to Professor Mu Yu's every move. On the podium, she exuded feminine elegance, charm, and sensuality.

Elegance was a refined quality, a serene and graceful air that young girls couldn't imitate.

Charm was a mature charm, a captivating allure only found in mature women. Truly moving charm is dignified charm, not flirtatious charm. Professor Mu Yu possessed that dignified charm.

"Sexy" is a description of Professor Mu Yu's figure: approximately 1.65 to 1.66 meters tall, she wore white mid-heeled sandals, which made her appear even taller. Her breasts, while not large, were at least a C-cup, proudly standing erect. Her waist was exceptionally slender, as if one could easily encircle it. Furthermore, her neck, fingers, and legs were all remarkably long. She stood before the lecture hall like a graceful swan.

That lecture, my penis remained erect for the entire time!

That night, hiding under the covers in my dormitory, I masturbated for the first time in my life, all for Professor Mu Yu. That night, I could vaguely hear the movements of my five other roommates; they were also secretly masturbating for Professor Mu Yu!

How many young men spent that night masturbating while imagining Professor Mu Yu's beauty and sexiness?

From then on, I fell into a deep infatuation with Professor Mu Yu, obsessed with everything about her.

In this complex world, the beautiful Professor Mu Yu is a poem, a painting, a condensation of the universe's spiritual essence, and a masterpiece of God.

Professor Mu Yu possesses an intoxicating aura, like listening to the sound of a flute, smelling roses, lying on a thick velvet blanket, as sweet as water, as misty as a dream, enveloping me…

Every step she takes, every stretch, every flick of her hair, every glance… is like flowing honey, rippling water…

Professor Mu Yu has the appearance of a flower, the voice of a bird, the spirit of the moon, the grace of a willow, the bones of jade, the posture of autumn water, and the heart of poetry. Her static beauty is elegant and refined, vibrant and noble, pure and serene, with a heart of jade and ice; while her dynamic beauty is light and graceful, charming and alluring, like a startled crane, her laughter fragrant.

Her entire being exudes a fragrant aroma and a beautiful rhythm.

For men, every part of Professor Mu Yu can be a poem, a painting, a dream.

Because of Professor Mu Yu, I didn't go to dance halls or internet cafes for four years of university, and I excelled in every subject. I didn't even think about dating. All I wanted was a word of praise from Professor Mu Yu: "Shen Yunxiang is a reliable, steady, and studious boy—a good kid!"

It was my excellent performance during those four years that made Professor Mu Yu remember me. Unbeknownst to me, this planted the seeds for my future happiness.

In 2010, by chance, my father's family friend had contact with Professor Mu Yu and inadvertently acted as matchmaker. Professor Mu Yu heard my name and realized I was the steady and studious Shen Yunxiang from back then. I passed Professor Mu Yu's rigorous test first. Then, Professor Mu Yu agreed to let his daughter and me meet and date to see if she had any feelings for me.

Thank God, that day, my casual act of giving ten yuan to an old beggar was seen by Mu Rouxue from afar. In the eyes of the kind-hearted Rouxue, I made a good first impression.

The kind-hearted Rouxue accepted me because of that unintentional act of kindness and became my wife.

To defeat hundreds of top competitors, besides my mother-in-law's approval, the most important factor was my wife's kindness.

My wife's kindness stemmed from her mother; I remember during my university years, her mother-in-law basically used all her salary to help impoverished students. My wife inherited her mother's kindness, but she was even kinder than her mother. She would feel sorry for an injured cat or dog on the street and stop to help.

I was grateful to have married such a kind wife, but I never imagined that it was precisely her kindness that would push me into an abyss of shame! No one could imagine that it was my mother-in-law's kindness that sowed the seeds of future tragedy!

I was watching TV, still reminiscing about my university days.

"Yunxiang, get up and eat,"

my wife called, entering the bedroom.

"Oh...coming..."

I hurriedly covered my genitals with the summer blanket, because watching my mother-in-law on TV had caused my previously limp penis to become erect, and a little fluid had leaked out.

"You're watching Mom's financial talk show? No wonder you're so focused... By the way, Yunxiang, you're going on a long business trip this time, how about we go have dinner with Mom and Dad before you leave?" "

Okay, of course!"

Luckily, Rouxue didn't notice anything unusual about my lower body.

My wife considerately brought me my clothes; her alluring body under her loungewear was incredibly tempting. I pulled her down onto the bed, my hand reaching for her soft breasts.

"Ah...no..."

My wife's body trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan. I didn't say anything, burying my head in her firm breasts, sucking on them, my mind still on my elegant mother-in-law on TV.

My wife struggled a couple of times, her soft body tensing, her breathing becoming rapid. I sensed these subtle changes, took off her loungewear, and leaned over her, embracing her warm, soft body. After a few twists, she wrapped her arms around my neck, letting out a soft moan.

"Oh...honey, you're already wanting it?..."

I skillfully conquered her...

"...Condom! Honey! Condom! You're not wearing a condom..."

After only seven or eight thrusts, I had to put on the latex again and start pounding in again. After a fierce struggle, I flipped her over forcefully, and my wife, like a struggling white horse, stood on top of me.

"Honey, close the curtains! Someone will see..."

My wife's snow-white body swayed, her eyes tightly closed, panting heavily. I still didn't answer, but continued to thrust my lower body rhythmically, while turning my head to look out the window. I wondered if anyone across the street could see the enchanting spring scene in this room? Would they see this beautiful body falling into a daze and rising and falling? Would they recognize this enchanting harlot as the most elegant and excellent female teacher at the city's No. 1 High School?

I struggled to control my burgeoning desire, pushing the female teacher to the peak of ecstasy time and again. Finally, after a drawn-out moan from her, the bedroom fell silent.

I kissed the smooth forehead of her delicate body pressed against my chest.

My wife glanced at me with seductive eyes: "You rascal, so amazing... You're such a pervert, why didn't you close the window?"

I smiled slightly: "Who can see? It's so far away. But if they could, that guy would probably have a heart attack."

My wife giggled twice: "Are you trying to kill yourself, showing your wife to someone else!"

My wife snuggled closer, lying in my arms, her pretty oval face tilted back, her innocent eyes slightly narrowed, her slender arms like morning glory tendrils, entwining around my neck, her voice sweet and coquettish, as if her tongue couldn't bend.

"Honey, you were really amazing just now... Hehe." I chuckled foolishly, not answering. My mother-in-law's interview program on TV had just ended. Chapter 4,

November 28th : After the old beggar finished breakfast, Rouxue went into the bedroom to change clothes before going to work, and I cleared the table as usual. When I returned to the bedroom, the scene before me made my blood boil. Rouxue was wearing a white V-neck tight-fitting sweater, which perfectly accentuated her teardrop-shaped, round breasts, with a deep cleavage that was incredibly alluring. She wore a black apron skirt that tightly hugged her plump buttocks, making them appear even larger and more upturned. Combined with her slender waist, her S-shaped figure was incredibly sexy and perfect. At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself and immediately pounced on my wife, hugging her tightly from behind. My hands kept kneading her perfect breasts. Because my wife's clothes had a large neckline, I took the opportunity to pull down her collar. A pair of snow-white breasts appeared before my eyes. Several fine blue veins were visible on her white breasts. Her pink nipples were half-covered by a white lace bra, which looked as if it was about to burst. I bit down on the flesh above my wife's nipple and sucked on it desperately.

Seeing this, my wife gently held my head, softly lifting her breasts so I could suckle more of her flesh.

Just as I was enjoying this, my wife suddenly cried out, "Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

and slowly pushed me away. My gentle wife picked up her bag, kissed my forehead, and then turned and walked out of the house.

Little did I know that this would be the last time I enjoyed my wife's soft and full breasts.

After leaving home, Rouxue rode her pink electric scooter at high speed towards school. After my wife started working, her parents, worried about their precious daughter being exposed to the wind and sun on the way, had long ago bought her a Mini Cooper. But my wife always felt that it wasn't appropriate for a teacher to drive such a car to and from work, and since her workplace was only 2.5 kilometers from home, she rarely drove, always riding her electric scooter, except on rainy or snowy days.

When the wind blew, my wife's flowing long hair danced in the wind, exceptionally charming, and every man on the road turned to stare.

Just then, Rouxue suddenly saw several children throwing stones at a beggar under the bridge pier ahead. Kind-hearted Rouxue rode forward to stop them. Being a teacher, she was quite adept at dealing with children. Rouxue shouted, "You little devils are bullying the weak again! Your teacher doesn't like you anymore!"

The children, seeing how sexy Rouxue looked today, especially her round, full, teardrop-shaped breasts like ripe papayas hanging on her chest, and the deep cleavage that was so alluring, stared blankly, dumbfounded.

"Aren't you going to class?"

Rouxue deliberately gave a stern order, and the children finally reacted, their tongues lolling out as they ran towards the school. Once

the children were far away, Rouxue turned back to help the beggar. The beggar was about 50 years old, ragged and filthy, emitting a disgusting stench. Rouxue took two steps forward and looked closely; the old beggar was very thin, with sunken eyes, clearly malnourished.

The old beggar, lying on the ground, looked ahead and saw a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings. Looking further up, he saw a pair of protruding, semi-circular objects blocking his view. The old beggar rubbed his eyes and looked closer; he realized they were a beautiful woman's full, firm breasts, and he was immediately stunned.

Kind-hearted Rouxue, perhaps noticing the old beggar's unwavering gaze on her breasts, blushed and quickly took a step back, squatting down to help the old beggar up.

The old beggar slowly rose up, guided by his wife's arm. Just then, he saw his wife's white breasts, exposed as she bent over, revealing a deep cleavage due to their fullness. He shuddered and slipped, falling to the ground. Rou Xue was terrified. She quickly bent down and lifted the old beggar's arms, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The kind wife was unaware that the old beggar had slipped because he was captivated by her beauty. The old beggar gradually recovered and chuckled, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, my old bones are very resistant to falls!"

The kind wife tried to help the old beggar up, but unbeknownst to her, he deliberately leaned against Rou Xue, his elbow intentionally touching her breast.

Rou Xue's full and sexy body, combined with her soft breasts, completely captivated the old beggar.

Rouxue felt the old beggar's elbow pressing tightly against her breast, but fearing he would fall again, she gritted her teeth and endured it, slightly raising her breasts to support his body. Because Rouxue's breasts were full and soft, the old beggar's elbow was completely embedded in her flesh.

Seeing the old beggar stand up, his wife quickly withdrew her hand and took a few steps back, maintaining a distance of several meters from him.

The old beggar revealed his uneven teeth and said, "Thank you, sister." Rouxue suddenly smelled a foul odor emanating from the old beggar's mouth and quickly replied, "You're welcome."

"Uncle, do you live here alone all year round? Where are your children?"

his wife asked.

"Sister, I don't even have a wife, so where would I get children? What woman would want to be with a beggar like us from the countryside?"

The old beggar's answer filled Rouxue with a pang of sorrow and pity.

Suddenly, the old beggar's expression turned to pain as he clutched his right arm with his left. He had slipped and fallen, scraping his arm and bleeding profusely.

His kind wife, seeing this, quickly rushed forward to check the wound. Taking advantage of the situation, the old beggar feigned weakness and leaned against Rou Xue's voluptuous body. His wife, preoccupied with his injury, allowed him to rest against her mature and full figure.

His dirty hands rested on Rou Xue's upturned buttocks. Because he was only about 1.6 meters tall, his shoulders were nestled against her chest. Rou Xue's gentle, feminine scent and faint milky fragrance aroused his erection.

From a distance, the scene resembled a beautiful, elegant, and sexy woman embracing a ragged, filthy, and dark-skinned beggar.

The kind-hearted wife, seeing the beggar's bleeding arm and having no usable gauze in her bag, hastily took off her black stockings and skillfully bandaged the old beggar's wound. The old beggar, seeing Rouxue's long, slender, fair legs, thought, "How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? How can her legs be so perfect?"

Rouxue finished bandaging the old beggar's wound and, seeing it was getting late, hurriedly rode her bicycle to school.

The old beggar was left standing there, still foolishly intoxicated by the woman's fragrance.

Rouxue arrived at school late. The 40-year-old vice-principal, Wang Gang, wearing thick glasses, was smoking on the balcony. Suddenly seeing Rouxue's tardiness, he thought, "Beauty, I've finally caught you red-handed, hehe."

Sure enough, Principal Wang called Rouxue to his office. He said with ill intent, "Teacher Mu, being late is a violation of school rules, especially at a key provincial university like ours."

Rouxue quickly apologized profusely to Principal Wang.

But how could Principal Wang let such a good opportunity slip by? He walked up to Rouxue and suddenly hugged her tightly, his rough hands caressing her full, plump buttocks, sinking deep into them. Rouxue

was stunned by the sudden turn of events. By the time she reacted, Principal Wang was already trying to bury his head in her deep cleavage. Just then, Rouxue suddenly pushed him away forcefully and slapped him across the face. Tears welled in her

eyes as she turned and ran out of the principal's office,

leaving Principal Wang standing there dumbfounded, still savoring the image of the beautiful woman's alluring buttocks.

Besides, the old beggar had never seen such a beauty in his life. Rouxue's pretty face alone was already a rare and stunning beauty, not to mention her flawless figure.

A thought suddenly flashed through the old beggar's mind.

"How wonderful it would be if I could have such a beauty as my wife, and have her conceive and give me a big, healthy son!"

Lost in thought, the old beggar removed the stockings left behind by the beauty from his arm, wrapping them around his dark, engorged penis. He fantasized about Rou Xue's full, fair body, and frantically masturbated.

Perhaps because he had been too aroused earlier and had never encountered such a stunning beauty before, this time he masturbated for an exceptionally long time. Afterwards, panting heavily, he leaned against the wall, thinking that he was like a toad trying to eat swan meat—how could such a beauty possibly give a second glance to a filthy beggar like himself?

Time passed slowly as he thought about this. Suddenly, the old beggar saw the beauty riding her bicycle towards him in the distance. It was already evening, and Rou Xue had finished work.

The old beggar quickly folded the stockings she had left behind, stood up, and strode towards Rou Xue.

Rouxue despised bullies like Wang Gang. She not only slapped Vice Principal Wang but also complained to the principal. However, the kind-hearted wife didn't know that the principal was Vice Principal Wang's backer; they were in cahoots.

Vice Principal Wang, still resentful after being scolded by the principal, was plotting a brilliant scheme to possess the beautiful wife.

Suddenly, Rouxue cried out, startled by the old beggar who rushed towards her. Before she could recover, she saw the old beggar's rough, bark-like hands tightly clutching Rouxue's black stockings, standing there dumbfounded like a child reluctant to part with a beloved toy.

It turned out the old beggar had come to return the stockings. Rouxue took the soaking wet stockings with her delicate hands. She wanted to throw them away but feared hurting the old beggar's pride, so she put the semen-soaked stockings into her bag.

Rouxue looked the old beggar up and down. He was barefoot, his clothes were tattered and filthy, and his hair was disheveled and covered in dust.

The kind-hearted wife thought to herself how unfair fate was; this simple countryman was in such a miserable state, while someone like Wang Gang, who swaggered around, lived so carefree. She couldn't help but sigh.

The old beggar, not understanding what was wrong with his wife, asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Rouxue smiled sweetly at him and replied, "Why did you come out without shoes?" The

old beggar lowered his head and stammered, "I forgot."

As evening approached and the temperature began to drop, the old beggar shivered. Seeing this, Rouxue felt pity and said to him, "It's so cold at night, why don't you even have a warm coat?"

The kind-hearted wife didn't think too much about the consequences; she only wanted to help the poor old beggar. When they got home, there were still some clothes she didn't wear, so she said, "How about this, I have some clothes I don't wear anymore. Come back with me and I'll get some for you." The old beggar was moved by his kind wife, and his eyes welled up with tears as he stammered, "Thank you, thank you." "You sit in the back, I'll take you," his wife said gently. The old beggar sat shakily on the back of his wife's electric scooter. At that moment, his wife's graceful back was fully visible to him. Her slender waist was like a willow branch, and below it were her perfect, tender buttocks. Compared to her full buttocks, the seat of the electric scooter looked particularly small.

Suddenly, the old beggar noticed a mark on his wife's back that looked like a thin belt. Trembling, he asked, "Young lady, why are you wearing a belt on your back?"

His wife hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "It's not a belt, it's a woman's bra."

The old beggar, from the countryside, had never been with a woman before and naturally didn't know what a bra was. He continued, "What's a bra for?"

His wife was at a loss for words, but thinking that not answering would make her seem ill-mannered, she decided to treat it as a lesson. Her cheeks flushed, and she replied shyly, "A bra is for women to protect their breasts, otherwise, heavy breasts look unsightly!"

Perhaps sensing that the old beggar wanted to ask something else, she quickly changed the subject.

"Look, my house is just ahead," she said.

The old beggar craned his neck to look ahead, thinking, "My goodness, what kind of place is this? The gate alone is over ten meters wide, with tall European-style guard posts on both sides, and police officers standing guard at the entrance." Little did the old beggar know that Rou Xue's family was wealthy and lived in the city's most upscale residential area.

They quickly arrived at the gate, where a fierce-looking security guard suddenly stepped forward and stopped Rou Xue, pointing at the old beggar in the back seat

, saying, "Miss Mu, hello. Our community is a high-end one, inhabited by people of status. If we let a beggar like this in and our superiors see him, we'll be in big trouble." The old beggar, terrified, quickly crouched behind Rou Xue. Rou Xue stopped the car and gave the guard a captivating, angelic smile.

"Everyone knows Miss Mu is the most beautiful woman in this community, but I never imagined her smile could be so breathtaking,"

the guard thought. Before Rou Xue even spoke, he was already completely mesmerized, and quickly opened the gate to let Rou Xue and the old beggar into the community.

The old beggar was stunned upon entering the residential area. The area boasted a lake and mountain scenery—it looked like a fairyland.

"We're here. This is my home,"

Rouxue said, leading the old beggar inside. He had never been to such a luxurious place before and seemed very nervous, looking around nervously, hesitant to enter. Seeing this, Rouxue said, "Come in. My husband is working overtime and hasn't come home yet. Please sit down for a while; I'll get you a glass of water."

The old beggar timidly walked to the living room and sat on the floor.

"There's a sofa here. Why are you sitting on the floor? Get up!" his wife said.

"My clothes are dirty. I'm afraid I'll get your chairs dirty, so I'll sit on the floor," the old beggar said.

Seeing his insistence on sitting on the floor, his wife didn't say anything more. She went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and handed it to him. The old beggar's rough, bark-like hands touched his wife's delicate, flowing hands.

Rouxue blushed slightly and quickly withdrew her hands, saying, "You're here, I'll go get you your clothes."

The old beggar suddenly noticed an artistic portrait of his wife hanging on the wall at the far end of the living room. The portrait, taken before their marriage, was exceptionally beautiful and refined.

As if bewitched, the old beggar walked towards the photo. Before he knew it, he was standing right in front of it. Suddenly, he noticed the door to the room his wife had gone into wasn't fully closed, leaving a small crack.

The old beggar was about to push the door open to ask if his wife was done, but just as he opened the door and was about to speak, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

His wife, with her back to the door, had taken off her top, which he had soiled, revealing her delicate, pink back. The old beggar had never seen such a sexy figure! A slender neck, fair shoulders, a willow-like waist, long, wavy hair cascading down her waist—the well-proportioned lines exuded a mature charm; she was simply a work of art.

At this moment, the wife gently turned slightly to the side, bending down to pick up the cream-colored t-shirt from the bed and put it on. This turn allowed the old beggar to admire half of his wife's snow-white breast.

Because his wife's breasts were full and firm, the t-shirt didn't slip down directly, but stayed on her full breasts, just covering her pink nipples and half of her areolas, revealing the lower half of her breasts.

The teardrop-shaped breasts were the fullest, the snow-white flesh paired with the pink areolas, making the old beggar instinctively swallow his saliva.

The wife brushed her wavy hair to one side and slowly pulled the shirt down from her full breasts. Just then, she suddenly saw the old beggar standing in the doorway staring at her breasts like a madman, and she screamed "Ah!"

The old beggar snapped out of his daze, quickly closed the door, and turned to run away. However, he had been so focused on looking that he forgot there was a cabinet behind him and bumped into it, falling to the ground.

Seeing this, the wife, without even bothering to straighten her clothes, quickly helped the old beggar to the sofa.

The old beggar covered his forehead, head bowed, avoiding his wife's gaze.

The wife's pretty face was as red as an apple; she sat silently beside him.

Rouxue had been raised with strict discipline and had never allowed any other man besides me to see her naked. But Rouxue knew the old beggar hadn't meant it, and at this moment, she didn't know what to say.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello, Miss Mu, this is Sister Zhang. Are you home?"

"Oh, hello, I'm home." "Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

It was the housekeeper the wife usually hired, coming to clean.

The wife quickly took out several sets of old clothes she no longer wore from the room and gave them to the old beggar before seeing him out. The old beggar, thinking Rou Xue was angry with him, quickly explained, "Sister, I... I didn't know you were changing..."

"It's alright, don't worry," Rou Xue said gently.

And so, Rou Xue escorted the old beggar out of the luxurious neighborhood, leaving him alone on the street.

At that moment, the old beggar was completely captivated by Rou Xue's graceful figure and angelic face, muttering to himself, "So beautiful, this is a female bodhisattva!" After seeing the old beggar off, Rou Xue felt a complex mix of emotions. Thinking about how her delicate 25-year-old body had been completely exposed by a 50-year-old beggar, she felt immense regret, regretting her carelessness.

Chapter 5: The Mother-in-Law's Secret

Because she was preparing for a business trip, she arrived home late from work. When she entered the bedroom, her wife was already asleep.

Bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, my wife's angelic face, coupled with her side-lying position and the low-cut t-shirt she wore, naturally revealed a sexy cleavage—a perfect blend of angelic beauty and sensuality.

If it weren't so late, no matter how tired I was, I would have enjoyed it.

Returning to the living room, I saw a note on the table: "Honey, there's food in the fridge if you're hungry. Remember not to eat too much tonight."

My wife is always so gentle and considerate.

The next morning, I told my wife that I was taking a flight out of town at noon the next day.

"Leaving so soon? I'll take a day off to see you off..."

my wife said, a little sadly.

"Rou'er, don't worry about me. I'm not a child who doesn't know the airport. You don't need to take time off,"

I comforted her. "

Well, how about we go to Mom's for dinner tonight?"

my wife suggested.

"Okay, I'll buy some gifts after work today, and we'll go to Mom and Dad's together!"

I readily agreed.

My mother-in-law and father-in-law usually live in a 120-square-meter three-bedroom apartment in the city center, mainly because it's close to their respective workplaces. They only go to their villa on weekends or holidays.

The two elders were delighted by our visit. My mother-in-law, an excellent cook, personally prepared dinner for us, and my wife assisted her in the kitchen. I chatted with my father-in-law in the living room.

At the dinner table, my father-in-law happily found an excuse to have a drink to see me off on my business trip the next day. My father-in-law is undoubtedly a good person, his only flaw being his fondness for drinking. My wife had mentioned that he seemed to have picked up the habit when she was a child, but my mother-in-law had managed to control it.

"Old Bai, you're making excuses to drink again when you're happy..."

My mother-in-law playfully glared at my father-in-law, but still got up and brought out a bottle of his favorite Wuliangye liquor.

"I'll pour for you two, Old Bai, this is all you can have. Here, Yunxiang, you can have more..."

Ever since I learned that Professor Mu Yu was my girlfriend's mother, I've never dared to look my mother-in-law in the eye. For four years of university, I spent my time fantasizing about various passionate encounters with her, so much so that I now feel ashamed whenever I see her.

But my mother-in-law always thinks this is just me being polite.

My mother-in-law wouldn't let me pour the wine myself, but instead poured it for me personally and controlled the amount. I was flattered and immediately stood up, respectfully holding the glass with both hands for her to pour.

She carefully bent down and filled my glass. Her fair, full face habitually held a slight smile. Although she was wearing loose-fitting loungewear, it couldn't hide her mature and alluring figure, her chest prominently displaying full curves.

The neckline of her loungewear t-shirt was particularly wide, and from where I was standing, I could see a pair of very full, white breasts that seemed about to burst out of her beige bra.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly turned away. Luckily, neither my mother-in-law nor Rouxue noticed.

"Much bigger than my wife's, I wonder if the old man can handle it..."

I wondered to myself.

My eyes burned with desire, and I quickly averted my gaze, not daring to look at my mother-in-law again. But the ethical tension made me feel my lower body rapidly swelling. The four of us ate and chatted at the dinner table. My father-in-law approved of my decision, believing that a man should have a career and not be afraid of hardship. The family chatted happily, and my mother-in-law was also pleased, making an exception and pouring my father-in-law another glass of wine.

We ate and chatted until after 8 p.m. I, who couldn't hold my liquor, felt lightheaded. Naturally, my wife and I couldn't go back to our villa. As usual, my wife and I stayed in the guest room.

I fell asleep on the bed first, while my wife chatted with my parents in the living room.

I don't know when, but in my sleep, I felt extremely thirsty. I opened my eyes, and my virtuous wife had already helped me take off my clothes.

It was already 1 a.m. I carefully got up to go to the water dispenser in the dining room.

The door to my mother-in-law's master bedroom wasn't closed tightly, leaving a small crack. The bedside lamp was on, very conspicuous in the dark living room.

Were the two elders still awake? I didn't dare to make a sound and tiptoed towards the dining room.

“…Sigh…If it weren’t for…Xiaoxue…now…”

It was my father-in-law’s voice, very soft, I could only vaguely hear it.

Xiaoxue? Were they talking about my wife, Rouxue? But…in my memory, my father-in-law and mother-in-law, like me, habitually called my wife Rou’er?

“Old Bai…stop talking…”

It was my mother-in-law’s soft voice.

The sounds in the master bedroom grew quieter, only the whispers of my mother-in-law and father-in-law could be heard. For some reason, my feet wouldn’t move, I strained my ears, hoping to hear their discussion.

Unfortunately, it was hard to hear clearly, but I did hear my mother-in-law’s alluring moans and murmurs. My penis “thumped” hard in my underwear. I understood what my mother-in-law and father-in-law were doing.

Get out of here! Immediately! As a junior, suddenly facing this situation made me extremely embarrassed.

A strong sense of moral shame made me quickly leave the living room, but an even stronger temptation made my feet slowly move towards the master bedroom door.

Just one look, just one look! I didn’t mean to…I just happened to pass by and glanced…just one look!

I struggled to overcome the immorality of spying on my mother-in-law, repeatedly reminding myself that I was only spying on Professor Mu Yu, whom I had always admired. The closer I got to the master bedroom door, the clearer my mother-in-law's soft moans in Wu dialect became, and the faster my heart pounded.

In the dark living room, I peeked through the crack in the door into the master bedroom. My mother-in-law, her body dazzlingly white, lay naked on the bed, her father-in-law, equally naked, on top of her. It seemed someone had entered the bedroom last and forgotten to close the door properly. The bedside lamp was dim.

My father-in-law's domineering posture on top of my mother-in-law gave me a sense of savagery. His hands were intertwined with hers, raised above her head, and then he lowered his head to lick the hair under her armpits. My mother-in-law writhed beneath him, her moans trembling and low, as helpless as a naked lamb.

My heart was struck a heavy blow.

My mother-in-law's exquisitely maintained body was completely exposed before my eyes. Her skin was white and smooth, without the sagging often seen in middle-aged women. Two large, naked breasts swayed precariously in front of her.

My eyes lit up; my mother-in-law's breasts were even fuller than I had imagined—a pair of snow-white, plump breasts even larger than my wife's. However, she was already 44 years old, and such large breasts were clearly too heavy, inevitably sagging slightly, though the nipples themselves were very smooth. Although the areolas and nipples were darker in color than my wife's, their shape was still very beautiful.

My father-in-law's mouth slid to her full breasts, taking her bright red nipple into his mouth.

Bright red nipples? Even from a distance, the color of my mother-in-law's nipples was easily distinguishable against her dazzlingly white, full breasts. It was incredible that nipples that had been used for breastfeeding could retain such a delicate and bright red color!

Rouxue inherited all of my mother-in-law's good looks; it seemed that after breastfeeding, my wife would inevitably retain the color of her nipples, probably only changing from their current pinkish hue to a bright red like my mother-in-law's!

In the bedroom, my father-in-law slowly pulled up one nipple, gradually tautling the entire full breast until it formed a perfect cone. Then he repeated the same process, pulling up the other breast, relaxing it, and pulling it up again… When the nipple was pulled to its highest point, my mother-in-law's head would tilt back, perhaps feeling pain and trying to lift her chest higher, but no matter how hard she tried, my father-in-law could accurately push her to her limit, causing her to let out an involuntary, distorted moan.

Because their heads were facing the window, I couldn't see my mother-in-law's expression; I could only judge from her voice that she was enjoying the edge of pain. Her fair skin contrasted sharply with her father-in-law's dark complexion. Her naked body twisted and writhed beneath him like a struggling fish.

"Xiaoyu... Xiaoyu!"

her father-in-law gasped excitedly, his hand reaching down to touch her crotch, probing between them. "This woman is made of water, she's wet so quickly... so tight! It's so hard to even get two fingers in..."

"Keep your voice down... the children are next door... can't we do it another day?... Oh, how annoying..."

her mother-in-law's arms emerged from under her father-in-law's armpits, pulling him towards her back. Her fingers were slender and white, with bright red nail polish, her ten fingers spread and dug into the muscles of his back like two blooming peach blossoms.

"It's alright... the children are fast asleep by now..."

her father-in-law didn't comply. Instead, he sat up, laid her across his lap, spread her legs, and first used one hand to pry open her labia, then inserted two fingers of his other hand, slowly pulling them out. His fingers were immediately covered in glistening fluid.

The father-in-law continued thrusting in and out, his movements practiced but not gentle. The mother-in-law grabbed his wrist, seemingly trying to control his movements, but her strength was clearly too weak. His fingers easily slid in all the way, swaying lewdly from side to side, making soft, wet sounds.

At this moment, the mother-in-law's body resembled a bridge, her buttocks resting on her father-in-law's legs, her head and legs drooping naturally, her lower abdomen heaving rapidly, trembling with the frequency of his movements.

"Ah—"

the mother-in-law suddenly screamed, her body tensing abruptly, forcefully lifting her lower body upwards, as if to welcome her father-in-law's hand deeper.

The father-in-law's hand would occasionally withdraw from the mother-in-law's body, bringing out a large amount of fluid, which he would casually smear on her smooth, delicate skin. The mother-in-law groaned weakly, still lingering in the afterglow of her recent orgasm.

The mother-in-law lay across her father-in-law's legs, who was crossed, his hands skillfully moving up and down her body, gently caressing and teasing every sensitive spot on her body. Like a musician caressing an exquisite ancient zither resting on his lap, his fingers moved with techniques of strumming, plucking, picking, and pressing, producing the most beautiful and captivating music.

I couldn't help but admire my father-in-law's refined taste. After 25 years of marriage, their foreplay was still so plentiful and engaging.

"Xiaoyu... is this alright?"

My mother-in-law hummed in response.

"These past years have been truly unbearable..." My

father-in-law's voice was filled with remorse. I was quite surprised.

"Don't say that!"

My mother-in-law stopped him, "I-am-very-happy!"

Her tone was full of comforting righteousness, but there seemed to be some regret within it.

My father-in-law stood up, and I suddenly noticed that his penis was limp, small, and pitifully hanging down between his legs.

My father-in-law was only 59 years old, how could he be like this...? He's usually in very good health! I play tennis with him, and even I'm not as physically fit as him!

My mother-in-law straightened her upper body, opened her mouth, and took my father-in-law's limp, fleshy mound into her mouth, sucking greedily, trying to draw something out. Her expression was like that of a thirsty traveler in the desert sucking at a source of water that occasionally drips.

I watched through the crack in the door, my face flushed. Although I had spent my university years fantasizing about my mother-in-law—Professor Mu Yu—and masturbating, Professor Mu Yu's image was still that of wisdom, calmness, and intellect. I couldn't imagine what Professor Mu Yu, with her dignified and noble appearance, would be like when she was wanton. Over the years, I had taken it for granted that Professor Mu Yu was as calm and dignified in bed as she was on the podium, until now, when I had witnessed this scene...

My mother-in-law's cheeks puffed up and sunken in from time to time, swallowing greedily as if she were eating my father-in-law's limp penis...

My father-in-law's penis came out of my mother-in-law's mouth, still limp, the only change being that it was wet, covered with my mother-in-law's saliva, the limp penis as if coated with a transparent membrane. It was glistening, emitting an eerie, lewd light.

Couldn't even get up? I suddenly felt sorry for my in-laws, the center of attention in front of everyone.

My father-in-law seemed unwilling to give up, and sat on my mother-in-law's stomach again, squeezing her soft breasts with both hands, letting his limp penis thrust in and out. His pitiful penis was completely hidden between her full, large breasts.

Only then did I notice that my mother-in-law's lower abdomen was very flat and smooth.

At this moment, I could clearly see my mother-in-law's lower body through the crack in the door. Because her legs were spread wide, her labia were parted, and the bright red vulva was vaguely visible. Her once neat pubic hair was wet with fluid, twisted into strands.

My mother-in-law's vulva could be described as plump, white, soft, and tender, unlike other women who had given birth, whose vulvas were dark and unattractive due to pigmentation. She didn't look like she had given birth at all. Had my mother-in-law had a C-section when she gave birth to Rouxue?

Rouxue truly inherited all of her mother-in-law's best features; her vulva was white and soft, tender but not quite plump.

However, I'm confident that after Rouxue and I have a baby, with ample stimulation from my mouth, hands, and penis, it will become as plump, white, soft, and tender as my mother-in-law's.

My mother-in-law wasn't lying still; her hands moved aimlessly, sometimes pressing down on her breasts, sometimes caressing her genitals…

My father-in-law got up from my mother-in-law, turned around, and knelt between her parted legs, his hand rapidly penetrating her vulva again.

I noticed obvious scars on my father-in-law's chest and groin.

How did he get injured? When was he injured? I had no recollection of ever hearing about my father-in-law being injured; I understood why he had always been impotent.

My mother-in-law's usual elegant, intellectual, and pure beauty had been burned away by her own lust; her voluptuous body burned with the flames of worldly desire, her face revealing a wanton longing. At this moment, she was completely devoid of the calm and noble demeanor I usually perceived. Her hands began to move, grasping my father-in-law's limp penis and anxiously rubbing it, impatiently trying to insert it into her vagina.

But no matter how much my mother-in-law caressed him, his penis remained limp, unable to achieve an erection despite her thirsty manipulation.

My mother-in-law's beautiful body was entwined with my father-in-law's, displaying an extremely perfect, provocative, and sensual curve. Her fair skin contrasted sharply with my father-in-law's slightly darker skin, making her beauty even more unforgettable.

I suddenly couldn't bear to watch any longer, couldn't bear to see my beloved Professor Mu Yu making love, couldn't bear to see her shameful display of lust. This was truly beyond my imagination.

I carefully turned away, feeling utterly lost, and returned to the guest room, back to my wife's side.

In the morning, my face burned while eating breakfast; I couldn't bear to look at my mother-in-law. After breakfast, I made an excuse to take my wife to work and hurriedly left my mother-in-law's house.

After dropping my wife off at school, I packed my luggage and took the company-booked midday flight to the new market.

Chapter 6:

Ruthless Destruction of a Flower The old beggar, returning to the bridge pier, couldn't sleep for a long time because of his encounter the night before. Rou Xue's angelic face and sexy figure, especially the scene of his wife's bare breasts and her hand playing with her hair, were deeply imprinted in the old beggar's mind

. He fantasized about this scene and masturbated countless times before finally collapsing from exhaustion and falling asleep unconsciously. Perhaps on this cold night, only Rou Xue's perfect body could heal the old beggar's wounded heart.

"Beep—beep..."

A piercing car horn on the bridge woke the old beggar. Rubbing his eyes, he was about to curse when he suddenly saw a young woman, about twenty years old, riding an electric bike slowly towards him. As the young woman drew closer, the old beggar realized that it was none other than his goddess, Rou Xue.

Rou Xue had a delicate face, her hair tied in a shoulder-length ponytail. She wore a cream-colored, open-front cardigan over a white tube top, perfectly accentuating the full breasts of a twenty-five-year-old woman.

She wore light blue, low-waisted, cropped skinny jeans, making her already rounded, pert buttocks appear even more shapely.

This casual outfit made Rou Xue seem as if she had returned to her youthful eighteen-year-old self.

The old beggar was about to apologize for what happened the night before when Rou Xue seemed not to see him and quickly drove away. The old beggar

was very puzzled.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office, the principal was scolding Wang Gang.

"Wang Gang, Wang Gang, you're not getting any younger and still no woman is willing to marry you. Aren't you afraid your aunt won't be able to close her eyes in peace?"

It turned out the principal was Wang Gang's cousin.

Wang Gang, a forty-year-old man, had yet to find a wife. Firstly, his ugly appearance—a fat, bloated man whose belly always seemed to grow before he even arrived—and secondly, his lecherous nature; his eyes would light up and he'd drool at the sight of a pretty woman, frequently getting caught and arrested for womanizing.

"Cousin, I want to get married! I want to marry a woman like Teacher Mu! I won't marry anyone but Teacher Mu!"

Wang Gang declared.

The principal slammed his fist on the desk and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Teacher Mu has been married before! How can you marry her? Besides, her father is the dean; I can't afford to offend him!"

Wang Gang sneered, "So what if she's married? Lots of people get married and divorced these days. If you want your aunt to rest in peace, you'll have to help me."

The principal glared at Wang Gang, his eyes wide with anger.

Rou Xue had actually seen the old beggar, but remembering what had happened the night before, she didn't know how to face him and, unsure what to do, pretended not to see him and hurried to the school.

"Ring—ring…"

"Hello, Teacher Mu, this is Principal Li. I need you to come to my office now. I have something important to discuss."

Rou Xue received Principal Li's call as soon as she arrived at the school.

"Principal Li, is there something you need?" "

Please sit down, Teacher Mu. You look so elegant and refined today!"

Principal Li said.

"Thank you!"

Rou Xue replied.

"Teacher Mu, I have dealt with the matter of Wang Gang last time. He has been removed from his position as vice principal and had half a year's bonus deducted. Are you satisfied with this outcome?"

The kind-hearted wife replied, "He probably knows he was wrong. Let's leave it at that."

Principal Li said, "Teacher Mu is truly magnanimous. Wang Gang's behavior was indeed despicable, but he had long admired Teacher Mu. In addition, his elderly mother was seriously ill, and he was eager to find a wife to put his mother's mind at ease, which is why he made such a mistake."

Rou Xue didn't know how to respond to Principal Li's words, but a sense of guilt welled up in her heart.

Principal Li continued, "To be honest, Wang Gang's mother is my aunt. Her greatest wish in this life is to see her future daughter-in-law, but this unfilial son refuses to bring a girl back to put her mind at ease. If Teacher Mu could help by pretending to be my brother's wife and accompanying him back to meet my aunt, she would surely be at peace."

Rouxue replied, "How can that be? I'm already married."

Principal Li said, "Teacher Mu is just pretending; it will put the old lady at ease. Perhaps if she's happy, her condition might even improve. Teacher Mu, please help her. She won't bring any other girl back except for you, this unfilial son."

The kind-hearted wife remained silent for a long time before finally agreeing.

"Teacher Mu, it's settled then. We'll go back the day after tomorrow, Saturday."

The wife didn't know whether she should help with this, and absentmindedly finished her class that day.

My wife had planned to go shopping after work, but then a few mischievous boys in her class got into a fight…

It was already past eight o'clock. After disciplining each of the boys, my kind-hearted wife finally left the office, only to find that the tires on her electric scooter had been deflated and it was unrideable. Luckily, my home and school are a short distance apart, and I was away on a business trip today, so she didn't need to prepare dinner. She picked up her handbag and strolled home.

Meanwhile, a construction worker with a scarred face emerged from a construction site in the distance. He had just watched pornography and was feeling restless, wanting nothing more than to find a woman to vent his frustrations on.

We live in a new urban area with excellent greenery, and it's a well-known upscale residential area in the city. The two-kilometer stretch between my apartment complex and my wife's school is a lakeside scenic avenue, with the lake on one side and the city botanical garden's perimeter for over a kilometer on the other.

The scenery is beautiful, and there are relatively few people.

A bright moon hung in the sky, and a refreshing evening breeze caressed her face, instantly easing her worries considerably. She had been furious about scolding some boys at school earlier; those kids were so disobedient, practically deliberately causing trouble just to get a chance to be reprimanded. These days, kids...

Rouxue took a few deep breaths of the grassy, fragrant air, and strolled leisurely forward, her mind free.

The scarred-faced migrant worker also walked slowly along the sidewalk, occasionally encountering several women walking by. In the sweltering summer heat, the women were dressed very lightly, which, in the scarred-faced man's eyes, seemed like they were deliberately trying to provoke men. If it weren't for the crowds, the scarred-faced man would have loved to go up and flirt with them.

As he walked, the scarred-faced man peered into the depths of the lakeside greenbelt, where he often saw affectionate couples, their actions quite passionate. It was always good to watch. But for some reason, he hadn't seen a single couple today. The scarred-faced man was somewhat disappointed.

A woman approached from a distance on the sidewalk.

"Damn, she's definitely a beauty... She's so tall, and has a great figure! Hey..."

Scarface walked over.

Reaching the bridge in the middle of this scenic avenue, the two approached.

As they got closer, Scarface realized it was a young woman around 20 years old, very pretty. Even though he was over 170cm tall, the girl looked significantly taller than him.

The girl wore a cream-colored, open-front cardigan over a white, tight-fitting t-shirt that accentuated her ample breasts, and light blue skinny jeans. She had a beautiful, full oval face and fair skin. Her breasts looked enormous, plump and perky, as if they were about to burst out. Below her chest, the white t-shirt tapered sharply inwards towards her waist, revealing how slender her waist was. However, at her hips, the shape flared out in the opposite direction, her overall figure resembling a perfect hourglass shape, the slender waist highlighting the shapely hips. Her thighs were full, her calves long and thin, without any excess fat.

Scarface felt his penis, erect and swollen to an unprecedented degree, pressing against his pants with a mixture of pain and pleasure. A wicked thought arose within him.

As they approached, Scarface deliberately leaned forward, his shoulder bumping into the unsuspecting, beautiful girl.

"Oh... I'm sorry!"

Rouxue apologized, her face full of shyness. The kind and innocent wife thought she had accidentally bumped into her.

The pretty girl's shyness and sweet voice instantly aroused the scarred man's lust.

"Hehe, are you a prostitute?... Want to do it?"

The kind wife had never expected to encounter such a boring man humiliating her. She immediately became angry, "You pervert! Get away!"

"Who the hell is a pervert! I'll pay..."

Unable to flirt with Rouxue, the scarred man's anger surged, and he reached out to grab his wife.

"Slap—"

A crisp slap landed on the scarred man's face.

The scarred man was stunned by his wife's cold and angry expression, at a loss for words.

The bridge was located at a bend in this scenic avenue, with a botanical garden on the other side, the quietest part of the road.

Unfortunately, there were no pedestrians in front or behind at this moment.

Taking advantage of the man's daze, the wife quickly walked forward.

"Damn it!"

The scarred man's fire was instantly ignited. Staring fiercely at Rouxue's retreating figure, her slender waist swayed gracefully with each step, her firm, round buttocks moving with a sensual rhythm, making the scarred-faced migrant worker's eyes burn with lust.

Just as his wife reached the bridgehead, a sudden "whoosh" sounded from behind as she was tightly embraced from behind. Startled, she cried out, "Ah..."

but before she could utter a single word, her mouth and nose were firmly covered.

Rouxue's mind flashed back to the man who had just mocked her, and she was terrified. She struggled desperately, her handbag flying off the bridge. But the man's other hand gripped her waist like an iron clamp, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

Rouxue felt the hand covering her mouth and nose was incredibly strong; she felt like she was suffocating. Then, the man struck her on the back of the head, and she saw stars, losing all ability to resist.

The man's powerful slap temporarily rendered Rouxue unable to resist, and he then dragged the dazed Rouxue off the bridge.

All of this happened in just a few seconds. The instant Rouxue was dragged off the bridge, several pedestrians walked past at the corner of the pedestrian walkway.

The wife gradually regained her senses. She suddenly saw herself being dragged off the bridge and immediately remembered the attack.

There was even a dirty set of bedding under the bridge, clearly indicating that a homeless person lived there.

The man threw the still dazed Rouxue onto the dirty bedding, then flipped over, pinning her down and immobilizing her. At the same time, a rough, powerful hand tightly gripped her mouth.

"I've been harassed!"

The wife realized what had happened. She now recognized the man on top of her as the same man who had verbally harassed her on the bridge, with a vicious scar on his face.

The scarred-faced migrant worker, while pinning Rou Xue's hands and feet down with his limbs, said urgently and nervously, "You, you... don't move! After you're done... I, I'll give you the money..."

His wife, terrified and frightened, struggled desperately, nearly breaking free from the scarred man's grasp several times, but ultimately couldn't overcome his strength and was firmly subdued.

Her sweater, worn during the struggle, had been pulled off, and due to the struggle, most of Rou Xue's full right breast was squeezed out of her bra, the tender, white flesh stimulating the scarred-faced migrant worker so much that a thread in his brain snapped.

As the two were entangled, the voices of passersby came from the bridge.

"I can't let this scoundrel humiliate me!"

The wife, suddenly filled with a surge of strength, struggled even more fiercely.

She hoped someone would hear the fighting, drive away the scoundrel, and save her. Although she knew the chances were slim, she didn't want to give up the last shred of hope; she would hold on for as long as possible, even if it meant certain death, she would fight to the last drop of her strength.

"Damn it! You little bitch, what are you yelling for? Trying to kill me!"

The scarred-faced migrant worker tightly covered Rou Xue's mouth.

He knew he was finished if anyone heard him. He couldn't let her yell! "I can't let her yell!"

The scarred-faced migrant worker instinctively used his large hands like iron clamps to grab his wife's throat, then he pressed his entire body against hers.

By the moonlight, the scarred-faced migrant worker saw the girl looking at him in terror, her eyes filled with fear, pain, despair, and...

Rou Xue struggled to grab the scarred-faced man's hands, trying to pry him off, but a woman's strength seemed so weak in front of a man; even her long fingernails couldn't break his rough skin.

The scarred-faced man felt the beautiful body beneath him writhing like a snake, trying to throw him off, but it was as impossible as an ant trying to shake a tree. The beautiful girl's legs kicked and thrashed violently.

Suddenly, an object flew up in the moonlight, somersaulted in the air, and landed on the ground not far from the scarred-faced migrant worker. It was a sandal, one sandal had been kicked off. But the frequency of the kicking didn't seem to decrease at all...

This continued for a minute or two, then the girl stopped kicking her legs into the air, just kicking them wildly on the ground alternately, one barefoot, the other wearing a sandal, and the force had weakened considerably. The girl kept kicking, and her hands could no longer grip that large hand tightly, it seemed to just be gently brushing it...

The wife's lungs felt like they were burning with pain from suffocation. She wanted to inhale a little air, but her throat, which was being strangled, felt like a tightly squeezed rubber tube, and not a single breath could escape.

Scarface saw that his hand had deeply tightened around the pretty girl's neck, as if her neck were very flexible.

The pretty girl's struggles slowed down. After all, she was a delicate girl, and she didn't have that much energy to squander. With difficult breathing, the pretty girl gradually lost her strength. She seemed to understand that she was powerless to resist, and her violently kicking legs began to slow down.

"I'm sorry... Yunxiang, take care of yourself... Goodbye, Mom and Dad..."

Rouxue's last consciousness was rapidly fading, everything before her eyes blurred, her husband, her parents... flashing past her. Her eyes stared at the sky, suddenly welling up with tears, a single tear spilling from the corner of her eye and sliding down her cheek.

The scarred migrant worker suddenly felt a pang of sadness, but there was no turning back. He could only numbly maintain the tightening of the chokehold.

The beautiful girl beneath him was kicking her legs slower and slower, almost invisible. She stretched her legs straight out, toes pointed, her legs occasionally convulsing violently, but quickly stopping, swaying gently. Her hands were completely limp, one resting on her chest, the other dangling on the ground.

The beautiful girl had stopped breathing through her nose, but her pupils hadn't dilated yet; a faint, stubborn light flickered in her bulging eyes. Her thighs convulsed violently, her neck arched upwards, her waist thrust upwards—a final struggle, but it quickly ceased.

Her whole body convulsed, a deathly gray finally settling on her face, but her eyes remained blankly staring at the sky; that look even frightened him slightly.

Nearly a minute later, his wife's body stiffened slightly, her eyes wide open, but her pupils no longer moved. Her expression held terror, despair, and a hint of bewilderment. Her face was soaked with sweat, her long, shoulder-length hair disheveled and clinging damply to her forehead.

His wife let out a final sound from her throat, and her plump, outstretched thighs, after their final struggle, stopped trembling, her feet also stiffening. Her delicate body went limp like mud, her hips swaying a few final moments before coming to a complete stop.

After a long while, Scarface carefully released his wife's neck and slowly reached his hand to check her breath. He found no breath at all, and intense fear made his body tremble like a sieve.

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