[Urban] Doting on My Sister-in-Law (Complete) - 19-21

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Chapter 191 Shen Yuru, My Lover

"Tell me, am I shameless!"

The storm had passed, and Shen Yuru nestled in He Ming's arms, her eyes filled with a seductive allure, her voice brimming with deep regret.

"What are you saying!"

He Ming tightened his embrace around her. He knew exactly how Shen Yuru felt, but besides a large hug, he, the culprit, couldn't offer any real comfort.

"I knew Xiao Xin liked you, yet I lied and exposed you two, and now I've had a relationship with you, hurting my daughter's heart, stealing her boyfriend. I feel like I don't even deserve to be her mother!"

Shen Yuru lay sprawled out, her curves alluring, tears welling in her eyes as she spoke, a poignant beauty about her. Her soft breasts seemed to seek solace as they climbed onto He Ming's waist.

"Don't think too much. This is all my fault. I'm the one who should feel guilty and repent. You don't need to take any responsibility!"

To win a woman's heart, one must naturally appear incredibly magnanimous at crucial moments.

"Sigh, I'm partly to blame too. I was so heartbroken that day, and I didn't know if you were wearing protection. By the time I felt uneasy and took the medication, it seemed like the time had already passed!"

Shen Yuru sighed.

"Hehe, isn't this a good thing now? We'll be having our baby soon!"

He Ming comforted her. Although he himself felt a little nauseous saying such sweet words, most women fall for them.

"We're having the baby, but who will be its mother? Will she treat it like her own? We don't know!"

Thinking of her heartbreak, Shen Yuru's words became increasingly desolate.

"Don't talk nonsense. The child's mother will naturally be you!"

He Ming said confidently.

“Hehe, his (her) biological mother is indeed me forever, but who knows about her nominal mother? It depends

on who you marry in the future. To be honest, I do like you, my little rascal, but when it comes to marriage, there are many objective reasons to consider. Specifically, even if I were willing, what would others think? Would your parents agree? Most importantly, I really can't face Xiao Xin!”

Shen Yuru shook her head helplessly, her face showing no resentment, only helplessness. Clearly, she had come to terms with everything.

“But I really like you. You won't marry me? Are you going to abandon me?”

He Ming continued earnestly. He understood that to win over the mother and daughter, the first step was to persuade Shen Yuru to be his secret lover, then find a way to make her put aside her ethics and morals and agree to let her daughter be his girlfriend in public, and finally, to get the mother and daughter to accept the seemingly absurd idea of sharing a husband. Achieving this goal would obviously not be so simple. This was only the first step; he wanted to see what the woman in his arms thought first.

"Hehe, that's why I told you long ago we're not suitable. It's best if we let go of each other, and after the baby is born, we'll go our separate ways!"

Shen Yuru smiled helplessly. Although the solution at the end of the diary was a workaround, it was clearly just a hypothetical scenario. Considering various objective reasons in reality, she couldn't be so carefree.

"Yuru, I have something to say, but I'm afraid you'll be unhappy!"

He Ming was getting anxious. He really didn't want to give up on this gentle and beautiful young woman, so he prepared to boldly express his thoughts. If he failed, he could still find a way to salvage the situation; if he succeeded, that would be even better.

"Say what you want to say, but please, no mushy nicknames, I can't stand them!"

Shen Yuru stared at He Ming with her bright phoenix eyes, teasing him. She probably wanted to see what kind of tricks a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy could come up with in this deadlock.

“To be honest, you already have a daughter as old as Xiao Xin. After the divorce, you'll be a single mother. Even if you never remarry, it will be a symbol of chastity in other people's eyes. No one will pressure you, and no one will gossip. So this is what I think: I can take care of you for the rest of my life. As long as we don't get married, don't go public with our relationship, we don't need to care about what others think!”

He Ming forced himself to say his thoughts, already prepared for a storm. There was no other way; this had become a major worry for him. If he didn't resolve it soon, it would probably drive him crazy. He was also worried that Wang Yuxin would fall for someone else, and then it would be too late.

“You little rascal, do you want me to be your mistress? To live the rest of my life as a widow?”

Shen Yuru clearly understood what He Ming meant and asked back, but there was no anger in her voice. Instead, there was a hint of teasing mockery.

“I’m definitely not a mistress, and I’ll never live like a widow. Marriage is just a piece of paper, isn’t it? I can guarantee I’ll treat you ten times better than anyone else treats their wife! And I’ll make time for you often! I can swear on my life if you don’t believe me!”

He Ming quickly assured her, feeling a little relieved to see that Shen Yuru wasn’t angry.

“Silly girl, what kind of oath is that? A divorced woman like me is already more than satisfied to have found a man I love again. As long as I can see you often and know that you still have me in your heart, that’s enough. Why would I crave any titles? True love isn’t a marriage certificate, and false vows can’t withstand the erosion of time. I have no money now, and my youth is gone, so what am I afraid of you lying to me about?”

Shen Yuru smiled gently.

He Ming breathed a sigh of relief, feeling overjoyed. He had finally succeeded in winning over Shen Yuru and getting her to agree to be his mistress. The next step, the most crucial and difficult, was to get her to abandon all ethics and morals and agree to let her daughter date him.

He Ming had long considered that there was no direct way to get Shen Yuru to agree to this matter. The only solution was to win her sympathy and make her understand how much he loved her daughter and how painful it was for them to be separated.

Of course, He Ming knew that some things couldn't be rushed. He was already very satisfied with the results he had achieved so far. It would be better to implement the next steps when he was more confident. Trying to get rich quick would only lead to trouble instead of achieving his goal.

Chapter 192 A Shocking Conspiracy, Bloodstained KTV (Part 1)

Having won over Shen Yuru, He Ming dared to do something unprecedented. This was something he had never done with any other woman before. It wasn't just because of the young woman's noble maturity, but also because of the male masochistic mentality: the more unattainable something is, the more desirable it becomes, and the more precious it is once obtained.

In the following days, He Ming went to class as usual, and every noon he would visit Shen Yuru. Relationships need nurturing, and of course, considering the beautiful young woman was pregnant, he didn't make any advances. He patiently waited a few more days, making sure it was a full three months before he could feel comfortable doing *that*.

As for the class beauty, Chunyu Man, after what he did, she no longer dared to tease him casually. She was much more well-behaved, avoiding eye contact with a hint of fear.

He Ming was quite pleased; he had indeed achieved good results. Of course, if it weren't for Wang Yuxin, he would have been happy to have a scandal with this beautiful class beauty and even pursue her, but for now, it was better to be more discreet.

A few days passed, and He Ming's foot injury had fully healed. He could run and jump without any discomfort. Every weekend, he set his sights on getting revenge on Duan Feng. He had endured such a huge loss for so long; it was time to vent his anger.

On Friday afternoon, just as the first class started, He Ming pulled out his textbook and noticed a blue note on it, faintly emitting a pleasant scent. However, he didn't dare relax for a moment, instinctively glancing at Chunyu Man. He saw the class beauty also glancing his way. Caught this time, she didn't try to hide it as before, but looked directly at him without any remorse.

He Ming was puzzled, wondering what this woman was up to. She'd been so well-behaved for the past few days, but today she suddenly showed up, seemingly without a care in the world. Thinking this, he opened the note. On it were a few neatly written characters: "Don't rush to leave after school this afternoon. I have something very important to tell you!"

He Ming closed the note, puzzled, not understanding what the class beauty was up to. However, he was confident she wouldn't try to play games with him again, so he prepared to meet her and see what she was up to.

Finally, school ended, and the students gradually left. After waiting for about twenty minutes, He Ming couldn't sit still any longer. If Chunyu Man hadn't kept glancing at him, he would have left long ago.

The class monitor, who was also very studious, was about to leave. Holding the keys, he naturally urged He Ming and Chunyu Man to hurry up.

"You go first, I'll lock the door later. I'll take responsibility for anything that gets lost!"

Chunyu Man assured him.

Since the beautiful woman had spoken, the class monitor, being a man, couldn't possibly lose his composure and left as well.

This time, Chunyu Man's calm demeanor vanished. She hurriedly stood up, sat down next to He Ming, and said in a low voice, "My dad said you're Chairman Ling's godson?"

He Ming was slightly taken aback, but then understood. After accompanying Ling Hao to the "Immovable Group" with such a commotion, if Chunyu Man's father really was a member of the Tianchong Gang, he would have found out with a little inquiry. So he said indifferently, "Yes, so what?"

"My dad asked me to tell you something!"

Chunyu Man's face hardened with wariness. She glanced around, then leaned close to He Ming and whispered.

"What is it?"

Smelling that pleasant fragrance, He Ming felt a mix of intoxication and amusement. What was going on so mysteriously, like something out of a spy drama?

"It's like this, Hu Tian of the Tianchong Gang wants to join forces with Duan Feng of the Liehuo Gang to harm Chairman Ling!"

Chunyu Man lowered her voice again.

He Ming was startled; this was no joke. He pressed, "Who did your dad hear this from? Is the news confirmed? What exactly happened?"

"My dad said that Hu Tian has always coveted the position of leader of the Tianchong Gang. Now that the Liehuo Gang is barely surviving, they want to submit. So they're preparing to negotiate with Director Ling. Hu Tian found out about this and secretly contacted Duan Feng, the leader of the Liehuo Gang, hoping to use the negotiation as an opportunity to eliminate Director Ling.

My dad is a deputy manager at the Budong Group, Hu Tian's subordinate, and quite close to him. That's why he learned about this so quickly. Because this is highly confidential, only a few people know about it. My dad is afraid Hu Wei might secretly send people to monitor him, so he asked me to tell you!"

Chunyu Man explained in detail.

"Then why did your dad ask you to tell me? How can I believe you if you don't explain this clearly?"

He Ming finally reacted after a long while and questioned her.

"I can't tell you the specific reasons, I can only tell you that my father and Hu Tian's relationship isn't very good. Whether you believe it or not is up to you!"

Chunyu Man hesitated for a long time before giving a rough answer.

He Ming and Chunyu Man parted ways, and on the way home from school, He Ming's mood was very complicated. If it were before, he would have been happy for Duan Feng and Hu Tian to kill Ling Hao, so that he wouldn't have been forced into such a sorry state regarding Ling Zhi. But now it was different.

Considering his own interests, the old man had already allowed him to have multiple wives and betrothed his daughter to him. Ling Zhi was an only child, and once he married her, he would not only have a stunning beauty in his arms, but the Tianchong Gang would also be his for the future. He believed that no man could resist such temptation. But if Hu Tian succeeded, things would be bad, so he had to stop him.

Considering human relationships, the old man Ling Hao had treated him quite well, and he was also his future father-in-law. It was really inexcusable to just watch him die a violent death.

After careful consideration, He Ming decided it would be best to call Ling Hao first, so he dialed the number and told him what he knew.

"This Hu Tian is really trying to defy the heavens! I've treated him so well, he's like a dog that's never satisfied!"

Ling Hao didn't doubt He Ming's words. He vented his anger by cursing on the phone before sighing, "Actually, I've always been restless. I noticed it a long time ago, especially after what happened between you and his brother. He's become increasingly disobedient to me. I thought it was just a momentary impulse of a young man, and he would mature as he got older. I never expected his ambition to swell to this extent."

"Hu Tian has been with me since he was a child. In these twenty-odd years, his influence in the Tianchong Gang has grown considerably. Even I have no way of knowing if he has any trusted confidants. Although I agreed with Duan Feng to only bring a few people during our negotiations, ensuring my safety wouldn't be difficult. I could just secretly send many people to follow him. But I'm afraid of leaks. If I alert him, he'll always be a threat if he doesn't show his true colors. So, He Ming, I'm afraid I'll need your help this time!"

Ling Hao said something quite unexpected. He, a powerful underworld boss in Jiangzhou, was actually asking a middle school student for help.

Chapter 193 Bloodstained Nightclub (Part Two)

Ling Hao didn't know if any of Hu Tian's confidants were under his command and wanted to eliminate him. He was afraid that a large-scale mobilization of troops would leak out, and if Hu Tian didn't act then, this time bomb would remain unresolved. Therefore, he asked He Ming to help recruit men to secretly protect him.

"Hmm, the gathering is tomorrow night at nine o'clock. We'll probably need forty or fifty people to help. Can you find enough in such a short time? Money is no problem if you're willing to help!"

Ling Hao assumed that a teenager like He Ming, no matter how arrogant he was, would only be involved in small-scale gangsters and wouldn't know many people in the underworld.

"No problem, but there's something I'm worried about!"

He Ming had already thought about this for a long time. With two enemies gathered in one room, and given the opportune moment, he could have called on Wei Jie, Zhang Qiang, and their gang to beat them up, settle scores, and resolve all grudges in one fell swoop. However, he was deeply concerned about one thing: whether the other side possessed something that could kill remotely. After the incident with Chen Xuan at the KTV, he finally realized that such things, which only appeared on television, were actually not far removed from real life.

"What are you worried about?"

Ling Hao asked疑惑地.

"I'm afraid they might have guns. Even if we send a lot of people, it won't be enough!"

He Ming said solemnly.

"You don't need to worry about that. Our gathering is at a nightclub in the East District. To prevent any untoward incidents, everyone entering will undergo strict checks. Forget about guns, you won't even be allowed to bring in a metal button. So, if they want to get rid of me, they'll have to be unarmed. I can guarantee that. Besides, it's a busy area; they don't have the guts!"

Ling Hao explained confidently.

"That's good!"

He Ming was overjoyed. This meant the other side had no weapons. He could bring his brothers in armed with knives and clubs—it would be like cheating in a game. Just thinking about it was exhilarating. However, a perplexing question suddenly occurred to him, so he asked again, "But the problem is, you'll be inside, and we'll be outside. How will we know when to rush in?"

"'Us'? Are you coming too?"

Ling Hao understood the implication in He Ming's words.

"Yes, you know I have some grudges with Duan Feng and Hu Tian. We can settle them all at once!"

He Ming had nothing to hide and told the truth.

"Good courage! I'm growing to like you more and more as my son-in-law!"

Ling Hao laughed heartily, full of pride. After a moment, he said, "Don't worry, I'll have someone install hidden cameras in advance. If there's any unusual activity, he'll notify you!"

"That's perfect!"

After agreeing on everything, He Ming hung up the phone and started calling Wei Jie, Zhang Qiang, and their brothers to prepare. He himself, filled with uneasy anticipation, returned home.

The next morning, He Ming went to the factory and instructed his brothers to get ready for the upcoming night of revenge.

Around nine o'clock that night, in a hotel diagonally opposite the "Peerless Beauty" nightclub in the East District, He Ming stood by the window, staring intently at the movements outside.

"Hey Lao He, has Duan Feng finally arrived yet?!"

Wei Jie looked much stronger than before, appearing more powerful. Avenging Wang Yong had always been his wish, but he had been holding back due to his lack of strength. Today, he finally had the opportunity and was naturally eager to participate.

"Yeah, it's already past nine o'clock. They won't not come, will they?"

Zhang Qiang was the one speaking. He was now the acting factory manager, earning ten thousand yuan a month for nothing. It wouldn't be right to back down when it came to doing his best, especially since he still harbored resentment towards Duan Feng.

Besides the two of them, the room was packed with more than twenty brothers wielding knives and clubs. Most of them were from He Ming's factory, and they were all eager to try. Hearing that they would be fighting someone unarmed, how could these thugs who usually enjoyed bullying others not be excited? Of course, after entering the factory, He Ming had done some ideological work with them under the pretext of not causing trouble for the factory, and they had all restrained themselves a lot. Now, of course, they were itching for a fight.

Besides these people, there were also more than twenty brothers in the next room with the same purpose.

"What's the panic? Keep your cool!"

He Ming said, pretending to be calm, but he was actually getting impatient. Ling Hao, Hu Tian, and four or five other members of the Tianchong Gang had arrived, but Duan Feng was nowhere to be seen. He was really good at putting on airs. He was getting angrier and angrier, and he secretly decided that he would beat this idiot to his knees and make him sing "Conquer" later.

"Here he comes!"

About ten minutes later, Duan Feng finally appeared in sight with four or five brothers.

"Oh, let me see!"

Wei Jie and Zhang Qiang squeezed in to observe. The window wasn't wide, so the other brothers didn't dare to squeeze with them.

"He's in. Damn it, this kid looks like he deserves a beating. I'll beat him so badly that even his own mother won't recognize him, but his mother will definitely recognize me!"

Zhang Qiang cursed, and at the end, he didn't forget to lewdly laugh.

"I said, brothers, put on your coats, hide your weapons, and move out as soon as there's any movement,"

He Ming ordered, not wanting to listen to his rambling. He then put on a coat himself, concealing an iron rod in the sleeve—it was quite heavy and its lethality was sure to be formidable.

After waiting for about ten more minutes, the phone rang. He Ming's heart leaped into his throat. He answered, and sure enough, they had already started moving. He shouted and charged downstairs, followed by a series of heavy footsteps.

He Ming was the first to rush out of the hotel, but after a few steps, he froze. Near the nightclub entrance, about twenty young men were also rushing towards it, each wearing a coat, and judging from their movements, they were also concealing weapons.

"What's going on?"

Wei Jie ran up after them, almost bumping into He Ming's back.

"Oh no, they have people too! Everyone hurry!"

He Ming shouted and rushed to the sidewalk, but the light was still red, and with cars weaving through the traffic, it was impossible to force his way through. He couldn't help but regret choosing this side of the street as his hiding place, hoping for better concealment and observation. He hadn't expected to encounter such trouble. Fortunately, the twenty or so young men rushed to the nightclub entrance but were stopped by the two guards, and a fight quickly broke out.

Although the two guards only held them off for a moment, He Ming and his group waited for the streetlights to come on and rushed over. Because it was a busy area with many people, they didn't attract much attention.

He Ming led the way into the nightclub, where, as expected, shouts and curses filled the air.

Chapter 194 Bloodstained Nightclub (Part 3)

A large table stood in the center of the spacious hall, its tablecloth disheveled and teacups shattered. In just a short while, a man covered in blood was groaning on the floor. He Ming knew this was a member of the Tianchong Gang, who had entered with Ling Hao earlier.

At this moment, Ling Hao and three of Tianchong Gang's men retreated to a corner, two of them already wounded. Clearly, the enemy had too many men, and they had suffered a heavy loss from the very first contact.

As for Hu Tian, he had already switched sides, standing with Duan Feng and leading dozens of his men to surround them. At this point, no one noticed the large group of people following behind them; there was no way around it, there were too many people and it was too chaotic.

"Close the door, attack!"

He Ming ordered, rushing towards Duan Feng first. Of all these people, the one he hated most was, of course, this idiot.

It wasn't until they were surrounded that Duan Feng's men reacted. Staring at the sudden influx of people, they were stunned for a moment before picking up their weapons to fight back. However, their numbers were halved. This wasn't a martial arts world; there were no heroes who could take on hundreds or thousands of soldiers single-handedly. The numerical disparity had already decided the outcome.

He Ming drew his iron rod and charged into the enemy ranks, ignoring the smaller fry and going straight for Duan Feng. He unleashed a barrage of blows. The brothers behind him also drew their weapons, seeking out their opponents. The door was closed, and the sounds of clashing weapons and curses echoed in the quiet hall.

Duan Feng held a watermelon knife, clearly just taken from one of his men. Seeing his enemy, his eyes blazed with fury. Undeterred, he used his extensive fighting experience to engage He Ming in a fierce battle. Each clash sent sparks flying, like two robots, seemingly oblivious to the pain of the metal ricochets.

Wei Jie's greatest hatred was undoubtedly for Hu Tian. He had always wanted revenge for Wang Yong, and tonight was a godsend. Wielding nunchucks, he smashed down two men blocking his path and pounced like an eagle striking a rabbit. He had clearly been training diligently lately, appearing much more robust and his skills significantly improved.

However, there's always someone stronger. Hu Tian's skills were absolutely monstrous. Someone who could cripple Wang Yong, a practitioner of yoga for so long, couldn't be weak. Facing Wei Jie, he showed no intention of backing down. Holding a curved knife about two feet long in his right hand, he forcefully met Wei Jie head-on. His superior strength, combined with his rich fighting techniques, allowed him to force Wei Jie into retreat after just a few moves.

Just then, Ling Hao suddenly went berserk. His short, stout body moved with unnatural agility, charging towards Hu Tian bare-handed. His bare hands plunged straight into the gaps in Hu Tian's longsword, closing in with ferocious speed, engaging in a bare-handed battle with blades.

He Ming's anger was completely channeled into his strength. He felt that Duan Feng's strength was comparable to his own, so he struck blow after blow, without much technique, determined to determine a winner. He was oblivious to the fact that his hands had completely lost their instincts.

Zhang Qiang, who also seemed to have a grudge against Duan Feng, quickly joined the attack, wielding a thick steel rod with equally ferocious speed.

He Ming was already furious, determined to take down Duan Feng single-handedly. Seeing someone else trying to share the spoils, even one of his own, fueled his anger. He wanted to yell "Get lost, you idiot!" but remembering how Duan Feng had also shamelessly led his men to attack him last time, he didn't think too much about it.

Under the combined assault of the two, Duan Feng dared not fight back head-on and retreated repeatedly. Suddenly, he seized an opportunity, his watermelon knife flashing with increasing speed, slashing Zhang Yong's shoulder and drawing blood.

Zhang Yong looked tall and strong, but he was the weakest of the three, which was why he suffered such a loss. The pain in his shoulder finally subsided, and now it was one-on-one between He Ming and Duan Feng, which suited his desire perfectly.

The nightclub was quite large. For the negotiations, most of the items in the main hall had been cleared away, leaving only a long table. Now, with sixty or seventy people hacking and slashing inside, it didn't feel too crowded. There were no spatial constraints; everyone was using their full strength, curses, shouts, and screams echoing everywhere. The glaring blood quickly left a trail of blood.

Ling Hao was fighting bare-handed with blades, demonstrating the exquisite nature of his techniques. However, due to his physique, while his strength was considerable, his agility was somewhat lacking. Hu Tian, on the other hand, although his moves seemed simpler, was extremely agile. With the aid of his weapon, he was not at a disadvantage. Whenever those fleshy hands clung to him, he was forced back with his sharp blade.

However, this tug-of-war didn't last long. After being forced back, Wei Jie dealt with one of the entangled henchmen and pounced again, leaving Hu Tian fighting two against one. He quickly began to show signs of weakness.

He Ming and Duan Feng were evenly matched, not only in strength but also in skill. A decisive victory was unlikely in a short time. However, every skill has its limits, and after about a hundred clashes, Duan Feng finally began to show signs of weakness.

He Ming seized the opportunity, unleashing a flurry of blows. He was actually somewhat tired, but his burning anger fueled his ferocity, allowing him to withstand Duan Feng's increasingly difficult attacks. Gathering his strength, he delivered a powerful strike, sending the longsword flying in a wide arc. He then retrieved the Southern Border Sword and hurled it again, striking Duan Feng's shoulder.

Duan Feng let out a muffled groan, no longer daring to linger. He swung his sword haphazardly a few times before retreating.

He Ming, however, was not about to give up. He pursued closely, and after running only two or three zhang (approximately 6-9 meters), he saw Duan Feng slightly deflected by the two entangled figures ahead, closing the distance. He couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He swung the Southern Border Sword with a powerful blow, striking Duan Feng's shoulder in the same spot as before.

Duan Feng let out a scream, clutching his shoulders and collapsing to the ground. Taking advantage of his weakened state, He Ming rushed forward and began whipping Duan Feng's limbs. He only struck non-vital areas, partly because he didn't yet have the resolve to kill him, and partly because he wanted to ask the man a question.

Seeing Duan Feng clutching his limbs and screaming for mercy, He Ming stopped. The fighting around them also largely ceased. The nightclub floor was covered in bright red stains, as if a layer of red paint had been splashed on it, a shocking sight.

He Ming looked around and found that about two-thirds of the men were still standing. Despite outnumbering them by about half, it was still quite an achievement to have survived.

At this moment, Hu Tian, who had suffered repeated defeats, saw that the situation was hopeless and turned to flee, wildly swinging his long knife towards the nightclub's exit.

He Ming watched coldly, raised his hand, and swung the large iron bar, which flew and struck the man squarely on the tailbone.

Hu Tian let out a scream, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, groaning.

Ling Hao stepped forward and kicked Hu Tian, receiving two snorts like a dead pig in return.

"Thank you all for your help. My old life was saved by you all. I, Ling Hao, will take full responsibility for all the losses and consequences tonight!"

Having been in the underworld for a long time, Ling Hao was experienced and knew that in this situation, it was best to appease everyone and make a bold promise.

"Who are the people you brought? Take a count. I'm calling an ambulance!"

Ling Hao walked up to He Ming, speaking with a look that no longer held the contempt he once had for children.

He Ming nodded, then looked around and found that of their forty or so men, about twenty were unharmed, about ten had minor injuries, and about ten were seriously injured—those who couldn't stand—but none of their injuries were fatal.

Even underworld members have compassion; unless there's a deep-seated grudge, no one would beat someone to death so brutally.

"What are you going to do with Hu Tian and Duan Feng?"

He Ming asked, watching Ling Hao call 120 (emergency services). Keeping them alive would always be a problem, but silencing them seemed too far removed from reality.

"Now that they're in my hands, I'll make sure they die of old age in prison!"

Ling Hao pulled out a large cigar, lit it, and started smoking.

He Ming, carrying a stick, walked to Duan Feng's side and coldly questioned him from above, "What about Shi Cheng?"

Duan Feng looked up at He Ming with a puzzled expression, hesitating to speak.

"Damn it, are you going to talk or not!"

He Ming raised his shovel and struck Duan Feng's shin.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, I'm leaving!"

Duan Feng screamed, then stammered, his limbs now covered in

bruises, trembling uncontrollably from the pain.

"Damn it, are you trying to get me to tell the truth before you suffer?"

He Ming was furious, glaring at Duan Feng again. It wasn't that he couldn't get revenge on his rival, but rather that he felt it was impossible. He knew how ruthless people in the underworld could be; how could Duan Feng let someone who betrayed him leave so easily?

"I'll talk, I'll talk! He's dead! After you escaped that night, I threw him into the river!"

Duan Feng, probably knowing the guilt of murder was unbearable, had tried to lie, but now, tormented by pain, he begged for mercy and changed his story.

"If I find out he's still alive, you should know what will happen to you!"

He Ming paused, finally finding some peace. The anger of being used dissipated. He knew Duan Feng had no reason to hide the whereabouts of the person who betrayed him and take the blame for murder himself.

PS: The underworld content ends here. It was difficult to write, and many readers said they didn't like it, so why bother? Of course, if you really like this kind of content, please let me know in the comments section, and I'll add some more.

Volume 3 ,

Chapter 195: Mother and Daughter Dialogue

"He Ming, I really owe you a debt of gratitude this time. You've helped me so much. Tell me, what do you want? If I can do it, I'll definitely give it to you!"

The next day, Ling Hao transferred two million to He Ming's account as a reward for the brothers who had helped him, and then asked,

"I don't really want anything. I just hope that the brothers of the Tianchong Gang won't cause me any trouble when they're on the road!"

He Ming said insincerely. He actually had two requests he wanted to make, but he didn't dare to say them. As for what those two were, first, he hoped that Ling Hao would promise not to interfere no matter how many wives he married in the future; second, he wanted Ling Hao to give him the position of leader of the Tianchong Gang.

"Don't worry about that. That day, I treated you as a high-ranking member of the gang and made you my godson. The brothers in the gang won't dare to touch you in the future!"

Without any demands, Ling Hao's face lit up with joy. He patted his chest and assured him, then paused, puzzled, and asked, "I have a question that's puzzling me. Where did you hear that Hu Tian and his gang wanted to harm me?"

He Ming thought for a moment and decided there was no point in hiding it, so he answered.

"Chunyu Man?"

Ling Hao's face showed a thoughtful expression. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I seem to have some impression of the company's deputy manager surnamed Chunyu. She helped me a lot this time, so I'll definitely reward her properly."

He Ming hung up the phone and started playing games. With Duan Feng and Hu Tian, these two thorns in his side, gone, he not only avenged himself but also no longer had to worry about anyone retaliating against him. Those days of constant anxiety were gone forever. However, such leisurely days wouldn't last long, because besides school, in his seemingly peaceful life, he was facing another major battle: the battle of emotions. Countless entanglements awaited him to resolve. Fighting was physically exhausting, but this was emotionally exhausting, so he had to handle it carefully.

From his personal perspective, looking at Jiangzhou City as a whole, Duan Feng's downfall meant the end of the long-standing duopoly in the underworld. The Tianchong Gang would unify the city in a very short time.

He Ming was quite pleased with this. As Ling Hao's betrothed, it was clear that the Tianchong Gang would be under his control in the future, making him the overlord of Jiangzhou's underworld—a prospect that filled him with pride.

Of course, these future plans were just wishful thinking. His most pressing issue was how to win back Wang Yuxin.

He had seriously considered this for the past two days. To get Shen Yuru to abandon the shackles of morality and agree to her daughter's relationship with him, there was no other way but to soften her heart. However, to achieve this, he would have to resort to persistent pleading, which would likely be ineffective and might even make her think he was fickle, claiming to love his mother while simultaneously saying he still loved his daughter.

Therefore, the best candidate was undoubtedly Wang Yuxin. No mother could bear to see her daughter living in the agony of unrequited love.

He Ming had no idea how deeply Wang Yuxin still missed him, or how much pain she was in. He couldn't bring himself to let the girl blame her mother or beg to reunite with him, so that path seemed completely unfeasible.

He Ming racked his brains for two whole days until Tuesday of the new week, when a sudden inspiration struck him, and a plan began to take shape.

"Xiao Xin won't do things her way, but I can do them for her!"

Thinking this, He Ming eagerly went home that evening, opened a website, and searched for software—a phone number changer.

He Ming vaguely remembered seeing this a long time ago on a "Legal Society" program; some people downloaded this tool to their phones for fraud, allowing them to change numbers at will, even to emergency numbers.

Actually, He Ming didn't have high hopes. This software sounded incredibly powerful; he wondered if he could even find it. As it turned out, the online environment was indeed complex, and soon he found what he was looking for.

He Ming downloaded the program and installed it on his phone, following the instructions. He then decided to test it on someone, so he called Wei Jie to explain his purpose and began the experiment. The result was satisfactory; it indeed allowed him to change his phone number at will.

Next, He Ming carefully considered how to proceed. Making a phone call was out of the question; while the number could be changed, a person's voice was difficult to alter. Therefore, he needed a more indirect method—sending a text message.

He Ming had a headache. He knew that without Wang Yuxin's cooperation, this method would be exposed at any time, making him the prime suspect. However, he also thought that fortune favors the bold, and this risk was worthwhile.

After carefully considering how to handle various situations, He Ming changed his phone number to Wang Yuxin's, thinking to himself, "Xiao Xin, for our future happiness, forgive me for blurting you out!"

"Mom, what are you doing? Aren't you asleep yet? It's too late, I'm afraid of disturbing them, so I'm sending a text!"

He Ming typed the message and sent it to Shen Yuru. Just in case, he added a note at the end: he had only changed the phone display to Wang Yuxin's, but the real number remained the same. If Shen Yuru called her daughter, she would be immediately exposed.

"Oh, lying on the boat, Xiao Xin, is there anything I can do for you?"

After about two minutes, the text message notification sounded.

"Nothing, just wanted to chat!"

Caught off guard by such a direct question, He Ming didn't know how to answer. To keep the conversation going, he replied as such.

"You've only been gone a few days, and you already miss your mother?"

The timely reply showed that Shen Yuru cared deeply for her daughter.

"Yes!"

He Ming replied, a slight flutter in his heart. How wonderful it would be if the person on the other end was truly his mother.

"Oh, call me often if you miss me. Be good at your aunt's house, I'll be back soon!"

Shen Yuru's text message was filled with maternal love.

He Ming suddenly felt a pang of guilt. He was deceiving two women who loved him deeply but whom he had hurt, and he had even desecrated the greatest "motherly love" in the world. He felt utterly shameless. He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then sent an "Oh."

"Okay, you have class tomorrow, right? If you don't have anything to say, go to sleep early!"

Shen Yuru replied.

"Mom, I can't sleep, what should I do?"

He Ming didn't want to waste this opportunity and quickly got to the point.

"What's wrong, baby? Oh, right, if I remember correctly, your period should be starting these days. Remember not to catch a cold, and if it hurts, apply a hot towel!"

Shen Yuru replied.

He Ming stared at the text message for a long time, then suddenly a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. What was this all about? He chuckled speechlessly and replied, "Not entirely, I really can't forget him!"

"My dear daughter, listen to your mother, it will get better with time!"

Shen Yuru replied.

"No, I've been trying to forget him lately, but I feel like something's missing. His image keeps popping into my head, and I can't help but want to go find him."

He Ming recalled a scene from a melodramatic soap opera and sent it with a feeling of nausea.

"Listen to your mother, he's really not right for you! Besides, he has a girlfriend now!"

Shen Yuru couldn't tell the truth, so she could only come up with these fabricated reasons.

"I'm going to sleep!"

He Ming knew that some things shouldn't be pushed too hard, otherwise they would be exposed, so he sent a sentence that sounded like a fit of pique, ready to leave it at that and try again another day.

"Okay, don't overthink it, go to sleep, and remember to cover yourself well!"

After a text message reply, the world fell silent. The absurd "mother-daughter" text message conversation ended there. This world is just that funny.

Chapter 196 Completely Conquering Shen Yuru.

He Ming was very uneasy. All he could do was deliberately create objective conditions during their contact, making it impossible for Shen Yuru to call her daughter. This trick was easy to expose, but entirely depended on whether the woman felt the need to investigate further with her daughter afterwards. This involved a skill in communication; he definitely couldn't be too hasty or pushy.

Of course, He Ming understood that the longer this matter dragged on, the greater the potential harm would be. The next day after school, he took advantage of the extra time to go to Shen Yuru's place to see if there would be any unexpected results. However, he was disappointed. He wondered if he should also add fuel to the fire, but due to his current status, he ultimately refrained from doing so.

So, the following evening, He Ming again used his phone to impersonate Wang Yuxin and sent a text message to Shen Yuru.

"Mom, are you asleep?"

"No, what's wrong? Can't you sleep?"

"Hmm, Mom, they always say on TV that a woman who watches her beloved man being taken away and chooses to give up is a coward. Happiness should be seized by oneself. Do you think I should go and win him back?"

"Forget it, honey, you'll forget about it in time. Maybe there'll be a better Prince Charming waiting for you!"

"No, I've tried to forget, but it hasn't worked. Since the breakup, he's been on my mind all the time. I can't concentrate on anything, and I often have insomnia. I know studying is more important now, and this is wrong. I'm sorry, but I just can't control myself!"

"Sigh, Mom understands!"

"So Mom supports me going to win him back?"

He Ming felt a surge of joy.

"Mom understands your heartbreak, but as for He Ming, he's really not right for you!"

"Why?" "

There aren't many whys. If Mom says he's not right, then he's not right. Since you know your studies are the priority now, then stop thinking about these things!"

He Ming didn't continue, knowing he had to stop. Otherwise, if he pushed Shen Yuru too far and she really called to scold her daughter, everything would be ruined.

The next day at noon, He Ming went to Shen Yuru's place again and sat for a while, but still didn't get the result he wanted. He gritted his teeth, feeling that happiness was something he had to grasp himself. Rather than letting things drag on like this, he might as well subtly hint at it, at least letting this beautiful young woman know that he still couldn't forget her daughter.

"Yuru, why don't you just marry me? Don't care what others think!"

He Ming considered all the possible responses Shen Yuru might give and thought of his reply before speaking.

"Hehe, I can ignore others, but I can't ignore Xiao Xin!"

Shen Yuru shook her head helplessly. No woman wouldn't want to be with the man she loves, with a proper status and relationship, but reality just plays tricks on people like this.

"Sigh, to be honest, please don't be angry, I like you and Xiao Xin the most. Now you don't want to marry me, and Xiao Xin... I really don't know what to do!"

He Ming said, feigning pain.

Shen Yuru was stunned, hesitant to speak, but there was no blame on her face.

He Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from Shen Yuru's appearance, she was obviously not as sensitive to this issue as before. He didn't know if it was because he had conquered her body, or because of the text messages these past two days, or perhaps both.

On Saturday night, He Ming continued to send text messages, the content of which was undoubtedly about how unforgettable "she" was to him. Although sending them made one's skin crawl, he accepted it for Wang Yuxin's sake.

"I wonder how long I can keep this up?"

He Ming smiled helplessly.

The next day, Sunday, a phone call woke He Ming, who had slept until late morning. He answered somewhat irritably, only to find it was Shen Yuru on the other end. He asked what she needed.

"Come to my place now, I have something to tell you!"

Shen Yuru's voice was calm but cold, devoid of any emotion.

He Ming agreed, got up, dressed, and washed, feeling uneasy. Had his scheme been exposed? Or had Shen Yuru changed her mind and allowed Wang Yuxin to continue their relationship?

Lost in thought, He Ming arrived at Shen Yuru's place. Entering the room, he saw her wearing a pink nightgown, the fabric somewhat transparent, her S-shaped curves faintly visible, revealing white lace underwear underneath. The underwear appeared quite small against her voluptuous, sensual body, alluring and incredibly tempting.

He Ming was slightly stunned. If he hadn't been unsure what this woman was about to say, he would have acted immediately.

"I called you here today to ask you something!"

Shen Yuru sat down and looked at He Ming across from her.

"What is it? Tell me!"

He Ming's heart was pounding.

"Do you really still like Xiao Xin?"

Shen Yuru's bright, dark eyes were fixed on He Ming, carrying a hint of pressure.

"Yes, I do still like her!"

He Ming vaguely realized something, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Okay, I agree to let you continue seeing her!"

Shen Yuru hesitated for a moment, her expression showing slight struggle, but she still spoke.

His suspicions confirmed, He Ming was overjoyed and exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"

"Would I be teasing you?"

Shen Yuru rolled her eyes, then continued, "You know, as a mother, I really can't bear to see my daughter living in pain. These past few days, she's been texting me late every night, saying she can't forget you!"

He Ming inwardly hailed himself as a genius; his method had indeed worked. However, he still asked with lingering fear, "Have you told her about this?"

"Not yet. The reason I came to you first was to see if you still liked her, liked her to that extent!"

Shen Yuru showed no displeasure; a mother wouldn't be jealous of her daughter.

"I swear, I still deeply love her!"

He Ming quickly assured her.

"Alright, in that case, I'll explain to her that I lied about you having a girlfriend before!"

Shen Yuru sighed and continued.

"Thank you, Yuru!"

He Ming knew what psychological factors Shen Yuru needed to overcome and how much determination she needed to make such a decision.

"Sigh, did I owe you something in my past life? Not only have I fallen for you and gotten pregnant with your child, but I'm also handing my daughter over to you!"

Shen Yuru's expression was somewhat desolate.

"Yuru, it's my fault, it's all my fault!"

He Ming quickly moved to the opposite sofa and gently embraced her soft, delicate body. The feeling of embracing cotton, the fragrance wafting into his nostrils, all made him feel a little restless, a little tempted.

"Forget it, all I want now is for you to treat her well in the future, never let her down, and never be fickle!"

Shen Yuru forced a smile and said.

"I can't be fickle, that's impossible!"

How could He Ming be willing to hang himself on one or two trees? He had a sudden idea and said this, but seeing the woman's expression change, he continued, "Because I can't forget you at all!"

"I really don't know if what we're doing is right or wrong!"

A trace of comfort appeared on Shen Yuru's pretty face, and she said, "I really don't know if what we're doing is right or wrong!"

“When you’re with someone you love, why worry about so much? Even in ancient times, there were examples of mothers marrying off their sons, or mothers and daughters sharing a husband. Why can’t we do the same now? Don’t let worldly conventions hold you back. Let’s walk our own path and let others talk!”

He Ming said, seemingly unfazed.

“You’re so lucky!”

Shen Yuru giggled, pinching He Ming’s thigh with her delicate hand.

He Ming trembled, begging for mercy. Seeing the woman in his arms, his mood seemed much better. His lust rekindled. Thinking that the child was now over three months old and he could finally be more open about it, he became even more excited, unable to resist kissing her mature and fair face.

Under the intense masculine scent, Shen Yuru melted quickly, her breathing becoming rapid as she struggled to meet the young man’s demands.

The two kissed passionately, and a few minutes later, they were on the large bed in the room, both completely naked.

He Ming kissed Shen Yuru's rosy lips, his hand reaching between her legs to caress her genitals. Shen Yuru's genitals were wet and slippery, so alluring, he couldn't get enough of touching them. His fingers massaged her clitoris, making the woman writhe in He Ming's arms.

He Ming then inserted his fingers into Shen Yuru's vagina, gently stirring them. Shen Yuru squeezed her legs tightly together, swaying her plump, smooth buttocks.

"Yuru, you're so beautiful. Tell me, is this real? I can't believe I can have you one day,"

He Ming said, his voice trembling as he looked at her perfect body.

"Silly boy, it's true, the child in my belly is yours. You were the one who entered me from behind a few days ago."

Shen Yuru was moved. She got up, turned around, and straddled He Ming. One hand grasped his penis, examining it closely. "I never imagined a fifteen-year-old kid like you would have such a big treasure."

She buried her head between He Ming's legs, kissing and licking his penis. Her white, plump buttocks were right in front of He Ming's face. Shen Yuru's head was buried between He Ming's legs, kissing and licking his penis. Her snow-white, plump buttocks were raised in front of his face. Shen Yuru's mature, alluring, smooth, and moist vulva, which had given birth to Wang Yuxin and had just been thoroughly caressed by He Ming, was right before his eyes.

Shen Yuru's small mouth took He Ming's thick penis into her mouth, sucking and licking it, her hands gently kneading his scrotum.

"Ah, this woman's big ass is so sexy, her pussy is so alluring!"

He Ming thought to himself, cupping Shen Yuru's plump, white, and tender buttocks, kissing and licking them, his face pressed against them, gently caressing them. A faint, intoxicating scent, unique to mature women, wafted from between Shen Yuru's thighs.

He Ming's tongue kissed and licked Shen Yuru's alluring vulva, the tip parting her labia majora and minora, probing into her vagina, licking and scraping the smooth inner walls, gently stirring; he used his lips to envelop and suckle her small clitoris.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...good husband...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...licking me...ah...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...so good...ah...ah...mmm...mmm..."

Shen Yuru held He Ming's gradually hardening penis in her mouth, her vagina tingling from his licking, her plump, white buttocks swaying.

He Ming's penis, hardened by Shen Yuru's licking and caressing, filled her mouth completely. Shen Yuru held it entirely in her mouth, and he felt the glans of his penis touching her throat.

Shen Yuru's small, rosy lips enveloped He Ming's hard penis; her tongue, like a clove, licked and scraped the penis and its smooth, rounded glans, sending waves of electric, tingling sensations through his body.

He Ming cupped Shen Yuru's fair, smooth, and plump buttocks, his tongue thrusting in and out of her vagina, the tip scraping and licking the slippery, slightly wrinkled inner walls. Above his nose was her small, beautiful anus, like a chrysanthemum bud.

Deep inside Shen Yuru's vagina, vaginal fluid flowed, running down He Ming's face and into his mouth. He Ming's tongue then licked her buttocks. Shen Yuru gasped, swaying her plump, fleshy buttocks, moaning with pleasure: "Ah...ah...um...ah...ah...you little pervert...ah...ah...ah...ah...I...so...so...good...so...good...ah...um...um...ah...good husband...you...ah...ah...play...me...ah...ah...play...so...so...good...ah...ah...so...good...ah...ah..."

Shen Yuru's buttocks were wet from He Ming's licking. Looking at her dark red, chrysanthemum-bud-like, beautiful and sexy anus, He Ming couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. His tongue couldn't resist kissing and licking that beautiful chrysanthemum-bud-like anus. Ru's beautiful, sexy anus, like a chrysanthemum bud, contracted: "Ah...ah...you little pervert...ah...ah...ah...ah...how...how...ah...ah...um...ah...ah...lick...ah...ah...um...ah...ah...lick...my...ah...ah...um...ah...my anus...ah...ah...um...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Shen Yuru twisted her body, letting He Ming's tongue kiss and lick inside and outside her anus. Her tight anus was very small and beautiful. He Ming forcefully spread Shen Yuru's two white, soft buttocks apart with both hands, licking her anus with his tongue. His saliva made her anus wet. Shen Yuru cried out and moaned lewdly.

He Ming's tongue was on her anus, trying to probe into it. At this time, Shen Yuru used her mouth to stroke He Ming's penis, licking the glans with her tongue, and sometimes even taking He Ming's scrotum into her mouth and sucking on it.

After a while, Shen Yuru got up from He Ming's body and straddled him, her plump, soft buttocks pressing against his hard, thick penis. Shen Yuru leaned back slightly, her hands kneading her round, plump, soft, and perky breasts. Her beautiful face was flushed with lust, and her hazy eyes shimmered with seductive light.

"You little rascal, look how uncomfortable you've made me! Because I'm pregnant, I can't be too rough, and I'm afraid you'll forget later. I want to be on top of you."

Before He Ming could respond, Shen Yuru lifted her plump buttocks high, positioning her moist, beautiful, and mature vaginal opening against He Ming's hard, erect penis. Holding He Ming's thick, hard penis with one hand, she used her middle and index fingers of the other to part her labia. Using the lubrication of her vaginal fluid and He Ming's saliva, she swayed her waist and thrust her plump buttocks downwards. With a "plop," two-thirds of He Ming's hard, straight, thick, and long penis was inserted into her vagina. Both of them cried out simultaneously.

"Ah! Just this far, ah, so good!"

Shen Yuru straddled He Ming, her plump, soft buttocks pressing down hard, causing He Ming's thick, long, and hard penis to penetrate her slippery, powerful vagina; the round, smooth, and large glans of He Ming's penis rubbed tightly against the flesh of her vagina. Shen

Yuru twisted her soft, plump buttocks, causing the glans of He Ming's penis to grind against her vagina, her body slightly leaning back, her hands kneading her round, plump, soft, and perky breasts, her beautiful face flushed with lust, her beautiful, hazy eyes shimmering with seductive light.

"Oh...baby...ah...ah...you little pervert's big penis...ah...ah...it's...ah...ah...it's...ah...ah...it feels so good...ah...ah..."

Shen Yuru undulated on He Ming's body, her slippery, wrinkled vagina tightly enveloping and stroking He Ming's thick, hard penis. Her face was flushed, her hair flowed like a waterfall, her beautiful eyes were glazed, and she was panting heavily. Her breasts bounced on her chest. Shen Yuru's fair, smooth, plump buttocks swayed, her plump buttocks hitting He Ming's legs, making a slapping sound.

Shen Yuru's long-dormant vagina, finally liberated from its long-term thirst, was now completely enveloped. On He Ming's body, her mature, beautiful, and alluring vagina tightly gripped and squeezed his penis. Her primal lust caused her to completely abandon reason, succumbing to the ecstatic pleasure.

"Ah...ah...so...full...ah...oh!...I...like...big cock...wow!...big...hard...long...thick...comfortable...ah...oh!...It's been so long...I...make your big cock...so beautiful..."

The beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy Shen Yuru was overwhelmed by the pleasure of intercourse. She straddled He Ming, her body swaying, her hair flowing, sweat pouring down her face, panting heavily. She squeezed and rubbed her full, firm, and round breasts with both hands. A steady stream of vaginal fluid flowed from deep within their vaginas, making their thick pubic hair and genitals wet and sticky. Shen Yuru's soft, seductive, and wanton moans released all the pent-up desire of a lonely, lonely woman.

Stimulated by Shen Yuru, He Ming excitedly responded with moans: "Ah...oh!...Darling Yuru...I love...love Yuru...your...oh...beautiful cunt...oh...my beloved Yuru...your beautiful cunt...tight...wow...squeezing...squeezing me...so good...ah, my beloved Yuru...ah..."

The lewd sounds of their genitals thrusting and withdrawing during intercourse aroused He Ming and Shen Yuru even more, making them even more sexually excited. Shen Yuru straddled He Ming, her body swaying and her hips twisting; her long, black hair danced like a burning flame behind her head; her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, she was covered in sweat, and she was panting heavily.

Shen Yuru's plump buttocks swayed wildly, bouncing up and down repeatedly, her round, fleshy buttocks slapping against He Ming's inner thighs. Her long-dormant, mature, beautiful, alluring, moist, and wrinkled vagina tightly gripped and stroked He Ming's penis.

He Ming felt the two labia of Shen Yuru's vaginal opening... Her penis contracted rhythmically, just like her cherry lips tightly gripping the base of his penis. The beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy Shen Yuru had completely abandoned any pretense of modesty, utterly captivated by He Ming's thick, large, and long penis. Deeply immersed in pleasure, she not only allowed He Ming to insert his penis into her vagina, but her rosy lips also sucked on it. Now, she straddled He Ming, enveloping his beautiful, alluring penis in her vagina.

He Ming lay on his back, his body moving up and down, his abdomen driving his penis to thrust forcefully, meeting Shen Yuru's wanton vagina. One hand, not content with its rest, kneaded and played with Shen Yuru's round, perky breasts, bouncing up and down like a pair of white doves.

“Ah… Yu Ru…you’re so beautiful…your breasts…so plump…so big…so beautiful…so soft…play…ah…Yu Ru…my beloved Yu Ru…your breasts…are so captivating…so intoxicating…”

He Ming praised as he played with them, kneading Shen Yu Ru’s breasts until they were perky and pointed, her two small nipples hardened and erect like ripe, full grapes.

Shen Yu Ru’s face was flushed, her beautiful eyes were hazy, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and she was panting heavily. At this moment, she no longer possessed the dignified, elegant, and quiet beauty she had shown in public. Instead, she twisted her plump buttocks, tightly gripping He Ming’s penis, letting the glans touch the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. Her beautiful face was filled with a seductive allure.

“Ah…so comfortable…so pleasurable…ah…big cock…so pleasurable…ah…you little pervert…you…you don’t…don’t…ow!” "...Ouch...ah...big cock, no...no...too deep...I can't take it...ah...ah..."

"I love you to death...Yu Ru...kiss...kiss...your beautiful cunt...makes my cock...so good...ah...ah..."

He Ming thrust his penis upwards with force. Although it was fast, he did not lose his mind and still dared not go too deep. He held Shen Yu Ru's buttocks with both hands and thrust his penis in and out. The head of his penis was rubbed by the vagina and felt very comfortable. He felt a warm current gushing out from the end of Shen Yu Ru's vagina, which made the head of his penis feel numb and itchy. He Ming's whole body trembled involuntarily. Like an electric shock, a hot current was transmitted from the central nervous system to the root of the penis and then quickly to the head of the penis.

"Ah...baby...you little pervert...my beloved baby...Yuru...I can't take it anymore...I'm letting you fuck me until I can't take it anymore...ah...ah...hold me tight...ah...my little baby...hold me tight...ah...ah...ah...son...good son...ah...dear husband...brother...oh...oh...oh...oh...my little rascal...oh...it's so good...you're making me feel so good..."

Amidst Shen Yuru's wanton cries, semen gushed powerfully from He Ming's penis, shooting out forcefully. She lay on top of He Ming, her body pressed tightly against his head, her penis thrusting upwards, ejaculating

inside him. He Ming held Shen Yuru tightly, his penis pumping upwards, the hot semen pounding against the flesh deep within her vagina.

He Ming felt the vaginal walls and labia contract and spasm within her, his body trembling, until he ejaculated all his semen inside her.

Shen Yuru, her bones limp and her mind intoxicated, lay on He Ming's... She was breathing softly, her body glistening with fragrant sweat. He Ming's penis, still inside Shen Yuru's vagina after ejaculating, remained inside her. He kissed her flushed cheeks, glistening with sweat, and her sweet, red lips, her breath sweet and fragrant.

Shen Yuru slipped her delicate tongue into He Ming's mouth, their tongues intertwining. He Ming's hands caressed her body, from her smooth, supple back to her full, soft, round, snow-white buttocks, kneading and kneading.

Shen Yuru lay on top of He Ming. Her flushed face, rosy from her orgasm, pressed against He Ming's. They breathed softly, He Ming's hands caressing Shen Yuru's smooth back, one hand slowly sliding down her smooth, clean back to her plump, round, and soft buttocks, kneading them tenderly.

Shen Yuru's rosy, sweet lips kissed He Ming, her smooth, white body writhing against his. He Ming's penis, having ejaculated, gradually softened and slid out of Shen Yuru's vagina.

"Little pervert, get up and take a shower if you've had enough," Shen Yuru said after resting for a moment.

"Okay." "

He Ming said this, but still lay lazily on the bed. Shen Yuru had already climbed off him and was standing by the bed.

Shen Yuru stood before He Ming, charming and alluring. He Ming was deeply captivated by the beautiful, voluptuous, mature, and sexy naked woman before him. He Ming hadn't expected that Shen Yuru, who was more than twenty years older than him, still had such smooth, fair skin and such a full and healthy figure.

If no one knew, who could believe that the age gap between the naked man and woman who had just finished making love would be so great?

Shen Yuru, who was over 1.65 meters tall, stood gracefully, with a full and curvaceous figure, fair and smooth skin, and firm, full, and round breasts with nipples like ripe grapes, intoxicating and tempting." Although she was over thirty-five, Shen Yuru's waist remained slender and supple, and the skin on her lower abdomen was as smooth as a young girl's. However, due to pregnancy and her protruding belly, her plump, full, round, and pert buttocks outlined an intoxicating curve; her long, straight, and shapely legs inevitably stirred the imagination; but what truly captivated He Ming, what moved him most, what he could never tire of looking at and playing with, was the vagina half-hidden beneath the thick, soft, and glossy black pubic hair between her rounded thighs, her smooth, plump labia! The semen He Ming had ejaculated into Shen Yuru's vagina overflowed from the opening, making it wet.

Shen Yuru felt somewhat embarrassed by He Ming's gaze, a blush spreading across her beautiful face, and she said sweetly, "You little rascal, what are you looking at?"

"Yu Ru, you're so beautiful!" He Ming got up and hugged Shen Yu Ru, pressing his face against her round, full breasts, his arms around her soft waist; his face gently caressed her delicate breasts, his hands kneading her plump, smooth, and soft buttocks.

Shen Yu Ru giggled softly, shyly twisting her body. Being naked in the arms of this little lecher, being praised by the man she liked with such lust, she must have been very happy.

"Look how sweaty you've made me. Sigh, I just can't do anything with you."

"Oh, Yu Ru, let's go take a shower together!"

He Ming jumped off the bed, picked up the still hesitant Shen Yu Ru, and headed towards the bathroom.

The large bathtub was already filled with warm water. Shen Yuru sat on the edge of the tub, hesitant. Perhaps the cool water made her rationality flash for a moment. Blushing, she turned around and whispered, "You little rascal, you should wash yourself. I'll wash later."

"No, Yuru, I want to wash with you!" He Ming hugged Shen Yuru's naked body tightly, afraid she would really leave.

Next, He Ming carried the half-hearted Shen Yuru into the large bathtub, letting her sit between his legs with her back to him. He Ming hugged Shen Yuru from behind, his chest pressed against her smooth, silky back, his face against her blushing, slightly warm face. Through the clear water, He Ming could see the thick pubic hair between Shen Yuru's legs swaying gently with the water.

He Ming gently kissed Shen Yuru's fair, smooth neck, then her alabaster shoulders; Shen Yuru's skin was so smooth and delicate.

Shen Yuru's plump, soft buttocks sat between He Ming's legs. He Ming kissed her earlobes and the base of her ears, hearing her breathing become heavier and faster;

He Ming knew that Shen Yuru's desire had been aroused once again.

Shen Yuru's hands rested on the edge of the bathtub, and He Ming's arms reached from under her armpits to her chest, pressing against her firm, round, and full breasts. His fingers grasped the soft, infinitely alluring peaks of her nipples, and Shen Yuru's body trembled, leaning limply against He Ming's chest. He Ming's large, gradually hardening penis pressed firmly against Shen Yuru's waist.

Being held by a boy twenty years younger than herself, Shen Yuru had extremely complex feelings, a mixture of fear from the taboo and a strange pleasure that made her whole body tremble. Shen Yuru sighed deeply, grasping He Ming's hands that were holding her breasts. She twisted her hands in response to his kneading, rubbing her already round and perky breasts: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...no...ah...ah...no...ah...ah...ah...ah...baby...ah...ah..."

Broken, intoxicating moans escaped Shen Yuru's lips. He Ming's fingers kneaded her two full, ripe grape-like nipples, his erect, thick penis pressing hard against her soft buttocks.

Shen Yuru instinctively reached behind her back and tightly grasped He Ming's thick penis. When her delicate, tender hands held He Ming's hard penis, an electric sensation traveled from his penis to every inch of her skin. He couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, "Ah, Yuru, it's so beautiful, so comfortable! Yuru, you are truly my good Yuru!"

Shen Yuru bent her knees and spread her two alluring legs apart. Such a bold pose made her feel shy, so she tightly gripped the young man's thick, hard penis with her soft hands and pressed her body tightly against He Ming's chest. He Ming knew Shen Yuru was anticipating his caresses of her genitals. He Ming pressed his face against Shen Yuru's blushing face, gently rubbing it, his lips cupping her soft earlobe as he asked in a teasing tone, "Yuru, are you feeling good? Yuru, may I touch your vagina?" As he spoke, his fingers were already lightly rubbing the base of Shen Yuru's rounded thighs.

Shen Yuru tilted her head back, resting it on He Ming's shoulder, her beautiful eyes half-open, half-closed, filled with infinite shyness and a hint of wantonness as she softly said, "Oh, you naughty boy, you've already touched my… what are you asking?"

In that instant, Shen Yuru's face flushed crimson like a spring flower.

As if to soothe Shen Yuru's shyness, He Ming's fingers slowly traced down to the inside of her thighs, gently tugging at her pubic hair that swayed like seaweed; massaging her plump labia; parting her alluring pink petal-like labia minora, kneading her small, round clitoris; first, he inserted one finger and gently stirred it inside her vagina, then tentatively inserted another, two fingers gently stirring and thrusting in and out of Shen Yuru's slippery vagina.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...so comfortable...ah...ah...I...I feel...ah...so comfortable...ah...ah...baby...ah...ah...you're such a good husband...ah...ah..."

Shen Yuru's body completely limp in He Ming's arms, writhing, her hand that had been slowly stroking He Ming's penis stopped, tightly gripping his hard penis in her hand.

"Yuru, am I making you feel good?" His fingers continued to stir and thrust inside Shen Yuru's vagina.

After a while, He Ming gently embraced Shen Yuru, nibbling her soft, smooth earlobe with his lips as he sweetly whispered,

"Hmph, what new tricks are you going to play now?" Shen Yuru nestled coquettishly in He Ming's arms, gently shaking her head.

He Ming and Shen Yuru stood up from the bathtub. Shen Yuru turned around and hugged He Ming tightly. His hard penis touched her smooth body, and Shen Yuru hummed softly as she kissed him.

He Ming lifted Shen Yuru out of the bathtub and laid her face down on the water mat. Her exquisite, curvaceous figure outlined the voluptuous body of a mature and beautiful woman. Especially Shen Yuru's plump, white, and smooth buttocks, like a mysterious dream, could evoke endless fantasies.

Shower gel was applied to Shen Yuru's body, creating colorful bubbles. He Ming's hands smeared on Shen Yuru's body, sliding from her smooth back to her plump waist, and finally to her round, firm buttocks.

He Ming's hand slipped between Shen Yuru's thighs, probing between her two plump buttocks. The slippery shower gel foam made Shen Yuru's already smooth skin even more moisturized.

He Ming's hand wandered between Shen Yuru's buttocks, and Shen Yuru giggled, parting her legs: "You little pervert, what are you doing?"

He Ming lay on Shen Yuru's back, kissing her from her neck down her back, waist, and finally her white, plump, round, and smooth buttocks, leaving hickeys on them.

Shen Yuru slightly raised her plump buttocks, her legs slightly parted, revealing her small, beautiful, dark red anus between her two snow-white, smooth buttocks, as beautiful as a chrysanthemum bud.

Shen Yuru's body was covered in shower gel, smooth and slippery, including her buttocks.

He Ming's face and mouth caressed and kissed Shen Yuru's plump, soft buttocks. The shower gel overflowed with snow-white foam, covering Shen Yuru's buttocks, as well as He Ming's face and mouth.

He Ming and Shen Yuru were truly in sync, their movements perfectly synchronized. He Ming gently pulled Shen Yuru's hips, and Shen Yuru's legs involuntarily knelt on the waterbed, her plump buttocks rising upwards, her two snow-white buttocks parting as wide as possible, revealing her smooth buttock cleft, dark red anus, and perineum sparsely covered with soft hair.

He Ming lay on Shen Yuru's smooth buttocks, his tongue licking and kissing the smooth buttock cleft. Shen Yuru giggled as He Ming kissed and licked her, her plump buttocks swaying.

Following the smooth groove of Shen Yuru's buttocks, He Ming's tongue slowly kissed her small, dark red anus, as delicate as a chrysanthemum bud.

Shen Yuru's anus was smooth and moist; as He Ming's tongue touched it, she trembled and her anus contracted. Her plump, white buttocks rose even higher, her thighs spread wider, and her upper body was already lying face down on the waterbed.

He Ming's hands gripped Shen Yuru's smooth, white, and plump buttocks. He opened his lips and kissed Shen Yuru's dark red anus, which was beautifully patterned like a chrysanthemum bud. His tongue gently licked Shen Yuru's anus.

Shen Yuru's anus contracted and writhed, her body twisting and turning, her upper body swaying on the waterbed, and she was already emitting soul-stirring, lewd moans.

Shen Yuru trembled all over from the kisses and licks, her plump, white buttocks spreading wide and sticking up high.

He Ming's hands gripped Shen Yuru's smooth, white, and plump buttocks, his tongue kissing and licking the slippery buttock cleft, touching the dark red, beautifully patterned, chrysanthemum-like anus; it glided over the perineum sparsely covered with soft pubic hair, briefly touching the wet vaginal opening.

Of course, at this moment, He Ming was completely captivated by Shen Yuru's beautiful and alluring anus. His tongue, coated with saliva, shower gel, and the vaginal fluid overflowing from deep within her vagina, covered Shen Yuru's anus, licking and touching it.

Shen Yuru swayed her plump, snow-white buttocks, her upper body completely prone on the waterbed, moaning softly, only her sexy, wanton, plump, snow-white buttocks raised high.

He Ming's tongue pressed hard against Shen Yuru's anus, trying to penetrate. Shen Yuru's anus had perhaps never been played with before; it was tight. He Ming's tongue licked Shen Yuru's dark red anus, with its beautiful floral patterns resembling chrysanthemum buds, licking every fold. Shen Yuru's upper body was completely limp on the waterbed, but her sexual instincts compelled her to keep her sexy, wanton buttocks raised high.

Finally, Shen Yuru's entire body collapsed onto the waterbed. He Ming pulled Shen Yuru, still immersed in pleasure, and made her lie on her back.

Lying naked on her back, Shen Yuru's smooth, fair skin outlined a mature, sexy, and alluring curve; those curves undulated gently with her soft breaths;

her smooth, fair skin remained so supple and resilient. Her full, fair breasts, which had once nurtured Wang Yuxin, stood erect, their round nipples like two ripe, plump grapes; with the woman's soft breaths, the high peaks and round nipples trembled slightly.

Because she was lying on her back, naked, in front of the little lecher, Shen Yuru instinctively brought her legs together. A blush spread across her beautiful face; her shyness only fueled He Ming's desire to conquer.

He Ming knelt beside Shen Yuru, poured some shower gel onto his hands, and gently rubbed it onto her body. His hands roamed over her voluptuous figure, caressing every inch of her skin. Of course, what fascinated him most were her firm, round, and full breasts and the alluring, mysterious, and babbling valley between her snow-white thighs.

He Ming's hands grasped her firm, round, and full breasts, massaging and gently pinching her nipples, which were as plump as two ripe grapes.

The rich foam enveloped Shen Yuru's body. He Ming's hands slowly slid down to her slightly protruding abdomen, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her body caused by her soft breathing. Shen Yuru's

skin was extremely sensitive; even the lightest touch of He Ming's fingers caused her skin to tremble. He Ming saw the beautiful navel below her lower abdomen, gently caressing it with his fingers. Then he lay down on Shen Yuru's body, licking the indented navel with its beautiful patterns with his tongue.

"Ah, ah, you little pervert, ah, my little husband, that's our son, ah, baby, our son is inside!"

Shen Yuru finally couldn't help but cry out. Her hands pressed He Ming's head down, revealing her two snow-white thighs, which were now spread apart. The thick pubic hair and the half-open labia made the private parts of this mature and beautiful married woman exceptionally alluring.

He Ming buried his face between Shen Yuru's two snow-white thighs, letting her thick pubic hair touch his face. He Ming deeply inhaled Shen Yuru's intoxicating, faint fragrance, and then began to kiss and lick from the base of her two round and plump thighs. His tongue lightly brushed against Shen Yuru's long, smooth thighs, licking gently from bottom to top along the cleft between her thick, slippery labia majora and the base of her thighs, down to her hip bones. He then slowly kissed and licked his tongue down her thighs to the Zusanli acupoint below her knees, and then down to her beautiful, shapely feet. He then began kissing and licking upwards from the other foot, returning to the base of her thighs.

Shen Yuru's legs swayed involuntarily, her buttocks occasionally arching upwards, and she let out soft moans.

He Ming's tongue swept across her thighs, past her anus, and from her perineum upwards to the lower part of Shen Yuru's vagina. Accompanied by Shen Yuru's wanton cries, her vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids.

Shen Yuru pressed He Ming's head between her two snow-white thighs with her hands, her pubic hair, wet with lustful fluids, shower gel, and saliva, brushing against He Ming's face.

He Ming's tongue kissed and licked Shen Yuru's thick, slippery labia majora, gently sweeping and teasing them from the outside in; Shen Yuru's two dark red labia minora, like peach petals, shyly parted slightly; He Ming took one of them into his mouth, gently sweeping it with the tip of his tongue, and Shen Yuru twisted her plump buttocks, moaning with pleasure;

after a while, He Ming took the other labia into his mouth and gently swept it with the tip of his tongue. Later, He Ming gently took both of Shen Yuru's labia into his mouth and sucked on them together, the vaginal fluid from Shen Yuru flowing into his mouth.

He Ming's tongue teased Shen Yuru's two petal-like labia minora in his mouth, his tongue probing between the two labia minora, licking the tender flesh inside.

While He Ming thrust his penis upwards, he took Shen Yuru's beautiful nipples, like ripe grapes, into his mouth, gently sucking and kissing her plump breasts. Shen Yuru's long, black hair flowed behind her head like a flowing, dark brown waterfall.
Chapter 197, December 3rd: Wang Yuxin, Reconciliation.

"How are you going to tell Xiaoxin about lying to me about having a girlfriend?"

After their passionate exchange, He Ming couldn't help but ask. He felt guilty and wanted to keep things under control so he could prepare a solution in advance.

"I'll tell her that I lied because her father's sudden departure left the family without a pillar of support, so I wanted her to focus on her studies!"

Shen Yuru pondered for a moment before answering.

He Ming nodded. He felt he needed to do something, but also felt it wasn't necessary.

"How about this, I'll call her now and explain, and then you go see her. It's been so long, the misunderstanding is so deep, it's necessary to have a serious talk!"

Shen Yuru was mature and very understanding.

"Okay!"

He Ming was more than happy to have her by his side; he could handle anything that came up.

Shen Yuru took out her phone number, her expression hesitant. As a mother, she felt guilty for hurting her daughter's feelings, regardless of her motives.

"Mom!"

"Xiaoxin, what are you doing?"

"Oh, doing my homework!"

"Hmm, are you settling in well at Auntie's?"

"Oh, it's alright, it's not my first time here!"

"Well, Mom called you today to tell you something!"

"Oh, go ahead!"

"It's just... there's something I'm sorry for. I lied to you. He Ming doesn't have a girlfriend at all!"

Shen Yuru's expression became tense after saying this.

"Are you serious?"

There was a long silence on the phone before Wang Yuxin's voice finally came through. Her slightly heavier breathing revealed that her inner turmoil was far from calm.

"Really, it's all Mom's fault. Your father left, so I wanted you to focus on your studies, that's why I lied!"

Shen Yuru explained carefully.

"Oh!"

Another long silence followed. Wang Yuxin was unusually quiet, finally responding softly and strangely.

"Xiaoxin, you won't blame Mom, will you?"

Shen Yuru frowned slightly, pressing for an answer.

"It's okay, I have to do my homework now, so I'll hang up now!"

Wang Yuxin said, then hung up.

He Ming frowned. Wang Yuxin's behavior was very unusual. Did she no longer like him? Or was she just too heartbroken?

"No, I have to go see Xiaoxin!"

Shen Yuru said, about to go.

"Can you see her like this?"

He Ming quickly grabbed Shen Yuru and said, "Tell me her aunt's address, I'll go check it out!"

Shen Yuru hesitated for a moment, knowing that her current situation was not suitable for contacting her daughter, so she had no choice but to give her the specific address and then hurriedly urged him on.

He Ming quickly dressed and went downstairs, then hailed a taxi and headed towards the location Shen Yuru had given him. It was in the East District, not a place he could get to in a short time. Sitting in the car, he was very confused, not knowing what Wang Yuxin's reaction meant. If she really didn't like him anymore, things would be troublesome.

More than an hour later, the car stopped and he got out. It was a very ordinary residential area. He Ming found the house number according to the address Shen Yuru had given him and knocked on the door.

The woman who opened the door was in her thirties. She was very ordinary-looking, but she seemed very steady, mature, and had a good temperament.

"Are you He Ming? Are you here to see Xiao Xin?"

The woman asked before He Ming could greet her.

"Yes!"

He Ming nodded. He didn't know why this woman had called him by name so quickly.

“I’m her aunt. Xiao Xin is in her room right now. Her mother called earlier and said a boy was coming over and asked me to check on her, but she wouldn’t respond no matter how much I called her. I don’t know what’s wrong,”

the woman, He Ming, said, pointing to a room as she let him in.

“Oh!”

He Ming nodded, then went over and knocked on the door, calling out, “Xiao Xin, open the door, it’s He Ming!”

“What are you doing here? Waaah…”

came Wang Yuxin’s voice from inside, tinged with sobs.

He Ming felt a great sense of relief. The girl’s reaction meant two things: first, she was alright; second, she still cared about him. He suppressed his joy and wanted to explain, but considering that Wang Yuxin’s aunt seemed to be in the room, he didn’t want to be direct. He simply said, “I came to see you. Can you open the door first?”

“You knew my mother was lying to me, why didn’t you tell me?”

Wang Yuxin was clearly still upset about it.

“I want to, but I know your mother only cares about you, I…”

He Ming hesitated for a moment, wanting to say, “She’s an elder, I can’t argue with her,” but that would make him seem weak. Just as he was trying to figure out how to start, the door suddenly opened, and a fragrant breeze wafted into his nostrils. A soft, delicate body threw itself into his arms.

He Ming was overjoyed. He knew that he and Wang Yuxin had started over. He wanted to hug the girl, but worried that her aunt would see. After a quick glance, he realized there was no one else in the living room, and finally, without any hesitation, he hugged his girlfriend whom he had almost lost.

Wang Yuxin cried her heart out, and after calming down, she said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Ming-ge, for my attitude towards you before!”

“It’s okay, you don’t know what happened, I won’t mind!”

He Ming said, pretending to be generous. In fact, he felt very guilty. Many things that couldn’t be exposed hadn’t been revealed yet, otherwise things wouldn’t be so simple.

“Uh, do you still like me?”

Wang Yuxin asked anxiously. Girls are like that, easily startled.

"If I didn't like you, I wouldn't be here today!"

He Ming said with a smile.

You only know how to cherish something after you've lost it. Wang Yuxin's face lit up with a happy smile as she tightly hugged He Ming's waist, as if afraid her little boyfriend would fly away. She wore a white chiffon blouse and tight pink casual pants. In the past few months, having shed her girlish naiveté, her figure had changed daily, and she now looked much more mature than girls her age. The trials of love had also drastically altered her demeanor; her youthful naiveté was almost gone. While her S-shaped curves weren't as stunning as her mother's, they were still quite perfect for an ordinary woman.

Her ample breasts pressed against his chest and abdomen. He Ming felt the girl's change and looked down to see that her breasts, pressed together, had become round discs, pressed comfortably against him.

Wang Yuxin's aunt, very perceptive, had already emerged from a side room and gone out the door while the two were still tightly embracing.

"Come in and sit down!"

After a long, reluctant embrace, Wang Yuxin blushed and released her arms, stepping aside to greet her boyfriend.

"Uh, this..."

He Ming hesitated. This wasn't Wang Yuxin's house; it seemed inappropriate for him to just enter the room.

"Don't worry, my aunt has already gone out; no one's home right now!"

Wang Yuxin reminded him shyly.

He Ming smiled, then slipped inside. Before he could

even get a good look around, Wang Yuxin quickly closed the door, then pressed her entire body against his, hugging his neck and desperately offering her lips to his. He Ming hadn't explored a girl's body in a long time, so he responded passionately, quickly gaining control. His large hands roamed over the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar curves, eventually settling on her round, soft buttocks, kneading and pinching them vigorously, savoring the gentle, soft touch.

Wang Yuxin's breathing quickened, and she eagerly grabbed the hem of He Ming's clothes, pulling them up. Just then, she noticed the wound on her boyfriend's arm and stopped abruptly, asking with concern, "How did you get this? How did it get so badly injured?"

He Ming, in the throes of desire, couldn't resist, so he casually replied, "It's nothing!"

He then dragged and carried Wang Yuxin to the bedside, and pushed her onto…

the large bed. On top, He Ming and Wang Yuxin embraced and began to devour each other. In their dazed state, they were both completely naked. Wang Yuxin straddled He Ming, her head buried between his legs, her rosy lips taking his already erect penis into her mouth and sucking on it. Her plump buttocks were raised in front of He Ming's face; in just a few months, they had grown noticeably larger. Her beautiful, alluring vagina, like a blooming flower, and her small, delicate anus, like a chrysanthemum bud, were right before He Ming's eyes.

He Ming held Wang Yuxin's plump, white, smooth, and round buttocks, tilting his head back to kiss and lick her vaginal opening, his tongue licking her labia, clitoris, buttocks, and anus.

Wang Yuxin writhed, swaying her plump hips, her vagina overflowing with lustful fluid. After an unknown amount of time, He Ming rolled over, pinning Wang Yuxin beneath him. Wang Yuxin spread her long, shapely legs into an "M" shape, using her thumb, index, and middle fingers to guide He Ming's hard penis towards her wet vaginal opening. He Ming slowly pressed down, his penis gradually penetrating Wang Yuxin's slippery vagina.

As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder; He Ming and Wang Yuxin hadn't seen each other for nearly half a year, and naturally, their desire was burning intense. "Xiao Xin, did you miss me these past few months?" He Ming asked, gently thrusting his penis in and out.

"Of course I did! It's all your fault and Mom's tricking me..."

Wang Yuxin blushed, squeezing her legs together tightly, saying, "I thought we were never meant to be."

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault!" He Ming quickly echoed.

"Yes, it's all your fault, ah... If it's not your fault, then... ah. You blame my mother too?"

Wang Yuxin said coyly, her face flushed, yet her voice was laced with seductive moans. She shyly closed her beautiful eyes.

He Ming, not satisfied with this lukewarm approach, hoisted Wang Yuxin's fair, slender, and shapely legs onto his shoulders and thrust his penis forcefully, employing the "old man pushing a cart" technique. His body pounded violently against Wang Yuxin's, his penis pumping in and out of her vagina. The overflowing vaginal fluids made their genitals sticky, and with each thrust of He Ming's penis, "plop plop" sounds came from Wang Yuxin's vagina. Beneath

He Ming, Wang Yuxin cried out wantonly, her bones and muscles going weak from his thrusts. Her beautiful face flushed, her starry eyes glazed, she was covered in fragrant sweat, panting heavily, and her fair body glowed with a rosy hue.

A few months later, her breasts, which seemed to have bulged out like a fist, were firm and round, trembling rhythmically with He Ming's powerful thrusts, like a pair of white doves taking flight.

Wang Yuxin's vagina gripped He Ming's penis tightly, her labia like a small mouth, stroking his hard penis. The glans touched the soft, warm, and almost imperceptible flesh deep inside Wang Yuxin's vagina with each thrust. With each touch, Wang Yuxin would let out a pleasurable moan, her whole body trembling, and her vaginal walls and labia would contract powerfully.

"Ah...ah...Brother Ming, good husband...ah...ah...you're making me feel so good...ah...ah...Xiao Xin's little pussy is about to be ripped apart by your big cock...ah...ah...good husband...ah...ah...ah...ah...Xiao Xin is being fucked so good by you...ah...ah..."

Beads of sweat dripped from He Ming's forehead onto Wang Yuxin's chest. Wang Yuxin spread her legs, hugged him to her chest, wrapped her legs around his waist, pressed her chest tightly against her full breasts, her perky, round breasts pressed tightly against He Ming's chest, her rosy, sweet little mouth kissing He Ming's mouth, her tongue entering He Ming's mouth and intertwining with his tongue.

Below, He Ming's penis was inserted into Aunt Wang Yuxin's vagina; above, Wang Yuxin's tongue was in He Ming's mouth. He Ming and Wang Yuxin were truly intertwined.

Their similar ages allowed them to thrust without restraint. Wang Yuxin's alluring young vagina was filled to the brim with his hard, thick, long, and large penis.

Wang Yuxin held He Ming in her arms, his penis inside her narrow, tight vagina with its folds. His hips trembled as his penis ground against the soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. Wang Yuxin moaned and groaned as he was rubbed, her plump buttocks thrusting forward to meet the thrusts of He Ming's hard penis.

After a while, He Ming and Wang Yuxin got out of bed, and He Ming's hard penis slid out of her vagina. Wang Yuxin lay face down on the bed, her plump, upturned buttocks protruding, revealing her beautiful vulva. Her labia majora were engorged and parted, her labia minora had turned a deep pink, her clitoris was erect, and the wet, light red anus at the vaginal opening was particularly alluring against the backdrop of her fair, plump buttocks.

“Good husband, come on,”

Wang Yuxin said in a sweet voice, one hand on the bed and the other touching her wet vulva. “Put your big cock into Xiaoxin’s cunt from behind.”

He Ming held Wang Yuxin’s snow-white, plump, smooth, and round buttocks with his hand, his hard penis touching her vulva, causing Wang Yuxin to tremble.

Wang Yuxin twisted her body and swayed her plump buttocks, one hand holding He Ming’s penis, rubbing the glans against her erect, small, cardamom-like clitoris, and she let out seductive moans: “Oh…good husband…your big cock is so big…oh…put your big cock in quickly…harder…oh…push it in hard…your big cock is making Xiaoxin almost dizzy…oh…”

He Ming lay on top of Wang Yuxin from behind and inserted his hard penis into her vagina from behind. This position resembled dog mating. He lay on his back behind Wang Yuxin, supporting her fair, smooth, and round buttocks, his body thrusting against her plump, white flesh, his penis pumping in and out of her tight, slippery vagina. With each thrust of his hard, thick, long, and large penis, the glans would hit the soft, warm, and almost imperceptible flesh deep inside her vagina.

He Ming's arms encircled her supple waist, one hand caressing her already erect, small, budding clitoris, his fingers gently massaging it with the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina. Wang Yuxin twisted her body, swaying her plump buttocks, moaning ecstatically: "Oh... my cunt feels so good being fucked by my good husband's big cock... oh... good husband... so beautiful... oh... oh... harder... oh... oh... oh... oh..."

"Oh my god...it's so beautiful...husband, you're making me feel so good...so satisfying...ah..."

She frantically swayed her hips, desperately responding to He Ming's movements, "Ah...dear husband...fuck me to death...yes...right here...fuck me hard...oh...it feels so good...doing it with my dear husband...it feels so good...ah..."

He Ming felt Wang Yuxin's warm flesh walls tightly enveloping his penis, stimulating him to thrust wildly.

“I…I feel so good…so good…”

he roared, his lower body slamming violently against Wang Yuxin’s fair buttocks: “Oh…so exciting, so good…I want to fuck you like this forever, I…”

“Baby, push it in faster.” Now she was panting heavily, breathless: “I need your big cock to fuck me hard.” She twisted her buttocks and kept moaning: “Ah…so good…so beautiful…good husband…I want you…fuck me…ah…I will always be yours…my little cunt…will only be for you…only for my dear husband to fuck…ah…good husband…I love you…fuck me!…oh…”

He Ming’s whole body trembled, he pressed hard against Wang Yuxin, as if he wanted to penetrate deeper into Wang Yuxin’s convulsing, hot, wet cunt.

“I’m going to fuck you to death…fuck me hard…fuck my cunt until it’s broken…penetrate Xiaoxin’s uterus…”

Seeing Wang Yuxin’s buttocks thrusting violently backward, her beautiful breasts swaying back and forth, and her lewd moans, “Oh…oh…big cock brother…you’re so good at fucking…yes…husband is fucking me…oh…”

“Ah…fuck your cunt…stinky cunt…uh…fuck your stinky cunt until it’s broken…ah…oh…fuck you to death…” He Ming shouted roughly.

“Ah…such a big cock…oh…good husband…you’re fucking me…so good…fuck me hard…fuck me to death…ah…so exciting…it feels so good…ah…”

Seeing Wang Yuxin’s lewd appearance, He Ming couldn’t help but thrust wildly, fucking Wang Yuxin until she was in ecstasy. “Oh…it’s so beautiful, baby!” Wang Yuxin murmured, “Fuck me, fuck me hard…use your big, darling cock…fuck me to death…ah…ah…”

“Slut, oh…I can’t take it anymore…I’m going to cum…oh…” He Ming lay on Wang Yuxin’s back, reaching out to knead and rub her swaying breasts. Listening to Wang Yuxin’s seductive and wanton moans, he couldn’t help but thrust and fuck her even more violently.

Wang Yuxin leaped onto the carpet, spreading her legs as wide as possible and shamelessly parting her already wet vulva with her hands: "Come on, darling!...I...can't hold back any longer...you should still use your big cock...to insert it into my...cunt...thrust it in hard...thrust it in! Insert it into my slutty cunt!"

She cried out in a trembling voice, "Climb up and thrust your big cock into my cunt hard!...insert your big cock...in...my cunt...oh...faster...faster fuck me!..."

Wang Yuxin slept lasciviously, twisting her plump, fragrant buttocks, her beautiful legs spread wide, her hands shamelessly parting her fleshy opening, clear, glistening vaginal fluid dripping from her plump vulva.

Looking at the beautiful Wang Yuxin lying on the ground with her legs spread wide, He Ming's seductive and wanton appearance aroused his already throbbing penis. He suddenly rolled over, pressing himself onto Wang Yuxin's full and smooth body. He eagerly grasped his thick, hard penis, pressed it against her wet vulva, and quickly thrust his hips downwards. With a "whoosh!" sound, his entire thick, long penis plunged into Wang Yuxin's wet vagina.

He Ming's rock-hard penis thrust forward forcefully, and Wang Yuxin's pink buttocks met it head-on!

Her cervix held the glans tightly, and she moaned desperately, "Oh... darling... my big cock husband! Good He Ming... you're so good at it! Fuck me harder... ah... my big cock He Ming... fuck me harder... oh... my big cock He Ming... I love your big cock so much... ouch... fuck my cunt... fuck my... little cunt... oh... oh..."

He Ming thrust his cock as deep as possible into Wang Yuxin's vagina, saying as he fucked her, "I... I'm fucking your cunt... I'm fucking your cunt through... oh... oh... slutty me... my big cock He Ming wants to fuck you every day, wants to fuck my cunt every day, oh... oh..."

Wang Yuxin's buttocks trembled several times as he fucked her, twisting her body to meet his powerful thrusts, moaning in pleasure, "Ah... ah... good husband... fuck me!" "...Oh...shoot inside me...insert...it's broken...you're so good at it...I'm going to come...you...shoot inside...shoot into my pussy...quick...shoot inside...ah...I'm coming..." "

...Hmm..." She hugged He Ming's body even tighter.

"Oh...woo, I'm inserting...inserting...insert, I, fuck you to death, I,woo, I feel so good...ah...!"

Wang Yuxin's cheeks were flushed from being penetrated, her expression wanton, her moans continuous, her vagina trembling, and streams of vaginal fluid flowing out.

Wang Yuxin had fallen into a frenzy, her lewd words incessant, her body only knowing to twist wildly, her vagina had begun to contract violently, tightly gripping He Ming's penis, her body almost instinctively moving up and down wildly on He Ming's penis.

"Fuck me to death! ...Fuck me! ...Fuck me!" "...Okay, He Ming...oh...oh...I...can't take it anymore...oh...oh oh...I'm coming...woo...woo...oh...He Ming...I feel so good...oh...oh...I can't hold back...oh...oh...oh...oh...I'm coming...oh...I'm coming...coming...coming...coming...coming..."

Wang Yuxin's vagina was convulsing violently, a surge of hot fluid suddenly gushed out, quickly enveloping He Ming's penis; He Ming shuddered from the heat, unconsciously using all his strength to thrust in hard, almost inserting his scrotum as well, the glans reaching the cervix.

After a moment, He Ming hugged Wang Yuxin from behind, grabbing her 38-inch plump breasts and kneading them violently, his large penis thrusting hard into Wang Yuxin's wet vagina dozens of times in succession, causing her to spurt out her juices, the sounds incessant.

"I'm exhausted, woo...husband...ah...oh...oh...okay! You bad husband, since you want to do it, I'll let you continue!" "

Because of the lubrication from her vaginal fluids, thrusting was effortless. The sounds of flesh rubbing against flesh and the squelching of her vaginal fluids created a frenzied symphony.

'Husband...it feels so good!...Thrust faster!...Oh!...'

He Ming's face kept circling her breasts, finally opening his mouth to suckle her nipples.

'...Stop sucking...I can't take it!...Down there...thrust faster! Faster...'

He Ming continued thrusting his penis in and out, deep and fast. Wang Yuxin's buttocks moved in rhythm with him, her vaginal fluids flowing like a burst dam, constantly overflowing from deep within her vagina and onto the ground.

Looking at her ecstatic expression, He Ming asked, 'Xiao Xin, do you like me fucking you?'

'Yes...I like it! You make me feel so good!'

Wang Yuxin said tremulously.

'...Ah...I can't take it anymore!...I've come again!'" "...Wang Yuxin hugged He Ming's head tightly, her legs clamping around his waist, and a gush of lustful fluid leaked out.

Having climaxed, Wang Yuxin leaned against He Ming. He Ming, his penis still inside her, placed her on the ground, straddling her body, kissing her red lips and caressing her breasts while thrusting his penis.

"Little...little husband, let me...be on top," Wang Yuxin pleaded.

He Ming hugged Wang Yuxin tightly and rolled over, placing her on top.

Wang Yuxin first took out her penis, using her slender hands to guide her vulva towards the towering shaft. "Thump," as her beautiful buttocks slid down, the entire penis was inside her.

"Oh!...So full!..." Wang Yuxin's beautiful buttocks moved up and down, the rhythmic sounds of genital intercourse filling the air.

Wang Yuxin swayed her slender waist, her breasts shaking wildly. She was not only drenched in fragrant sweat, but also frequently let out seductive moans: "Oh...oh...little...husband!...I feel so good!" "...So good!...Ahhh!...So good!..."

She swayed up and down, her body causing her firm breasts to bounce, driving He Ming wild. He reached out and grasped Wang Yuxin's beautiful breasts, kneading and caressing them with abandon. Her breasts, already fuller than those of girls her age, were even firmer, and her nipples were swollen and hard as beans from the kneading.

Wang Yuxin moved faster and faster, involuntarily contracting her vaginal muscles, repeatedly gripping the head of his penis.

"So beautiful...Oh!...Oh!...Your vagina is so beautiful!" "Sweating profusely, Wang Yuxin frantically moved her body up and down rapidly, her cherry lips opening and closing, panting heavily. Her long, glossy black hair flew wildly with her movements. Her joyful moans and the 'plop, plop' sounds of her penis being pulled in and out created a mesmerizing symphony.

He Ming also felt his glans being licked, sucked, squeezed, and licked, making his whole body tremble with pleasure. He thrust upwards to meet Wang Yuxin's frenzied thrusts, pushing his penis upwards as she moved downwards.

The two were perfectly in sync, experiencing unparalleled pleasure, his glans penetrating inch by inch until it reached the very core of the girl's flower.

After hundreds of thrusts, Wang Yuxin cried out in a soft, seductive voice, 'Oh! ...I...I'm going to cum...ouch! ...I can't take it anymore! ...I'm going to cum again...I'm cumming!'" ..."

Wang Yuxin trembled a few times and lay motionless on He Ming's body, panting softly.

He Ming rolled over again, pinning Wang Yuxin beneath him, lifting her smooth, snow-white, plump buttocks with both hands, and began to thrust gently in and out. Wang Yuxin twisted her slender waist in response, constantly thrusting her plump buttocks forward and in response. He

Ming thrust in and out with a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, or nine deep thrusts followed by one shallow one, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right. The ignited passion caused Wang Yuxin to reveal her seductive and wanton instincts. She moaned and groaned, her lips slightly parted, frequently emitting soul-stirring cries of pleasure.

"Oh...oh!...Little husband!...So good!...So...so comfortable!...My little pussy can't take it...You're so powerful, mmm!..."

After dozens of thrusts, Wang Yuxin was already trembling and moaning uncontrollably.

“…Ugh…Ah! Husband!…Harder…Harder!…”

He Ming pulled Wang Yuxin’s delicate body to the side, then placed a few books under her plump buttocks, making her vulva stand even higher. He mercilessly used the “old man pushing a cart” technique, thrusting and pumping fiercely, making Wang Yuxin’s delicate body tremble.

Before long, Wang Yuxin’s face flushed with pleasure, her hair flew wildly, and her whole body trembled. She cried out in a frightened, lustful voice: “Oh…Oh!…I can’t take it anymore!…Ah!…I can’t stand it!…My vulva is going to be…fucked to pieces by you!…Dear brother…you…you spare me!…Spare me!…”

Wang Yuxin’s wanton appearance made He Ming thrust even harder. He was determined to penetrate that tempting little hole. Wang Yuxin was fucked to the point of ecstasy, her hair disheveled, panting heavily, her eyes glazed with desire, her fragrant sweat and lustful fluids soaking the sheets.

“Oh…oh…dear brother…you’re so good at playing with women…Xiao Xin is letting you play with her…play her to death…ouch!…” The thick penis thrust in and out of Wang Yuxin’s already wet and lustful vagina as if it were empty.

“Oh…oh…dear…dear brother!…dear husband!…it’s so wonderful!…fuck me harder!…ah!…hum…um…” Wang Yuxin narrowed her lustful eyes, excitedly tilting her snow-white neck back, frequently letting out sweet and seductive moans from her small mouth.

Wang Yuxin’s narrow and tight vagina gripped He Ming’s penis with unparalleled comfort, so he changed to a grinding motion, twisting his hips to make the penis swirl inside Wang Yuxin’s plump and tender vagina.

“Oh…dear…dear husband…Xiao Xin…it feels so good to be fucked by you!”

Wang Yuxin’s vagina was being rubbed by He Ming’s hot, hard, thick and big penis with unparalleled comfort, revealing her lewd nature, forgetting shame and moaning and crying out in pleasure.

Excitedly, she tightly embraced He Ming, her raised legs hooking around the young man's waist and plump buttocks, twisting and thrusting wildly to meet the grinding of his penis, already intoxicated by the passion of lust. A

soft, wet sound filled the air as her vagina gripped his penis tightly. Such a tight, grinding motion. Wang Yuxin, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, her eyes half-closed, her beautiful face displaying the joy of sexual satisfaction.

"Mmm... dear brother!... I... so... comfortable!... so good!... dear brother! You... you're really good... oh... oh, I can't... I can't... I can't take it! Ah!... oh... oh, ouch!... your thing is too... too... big!"

wanton, lewd moans escaped from Wang Yuxin's sexy, alluring red lips, her wet, lustful fluids overflowing and soaking the ground.

"My dear wife, are you satisfied? Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Mmm...mmm...you're so good!...Oh...I feel so...so good!...Ouch!"

Wang Yuxin's heart was pounding, her blood was rushing, her desire was burning, and her juices were flowing freely. She trembled uncontrollably, moaning incessantly.

Watching Wang Yuxin become a wanton woman, uttering lewd and wanton words, He Ming caressed her two full and soft breasts, making them even firmer. He Ming gently sucked and pulled with his lips, stimulating her tender nipples until they stood erect like beans. The teasing made Wang Yuxin moan incessantly, her wanton cries and trembling body gushing with juices flowing freely. Her beautiful face was filled with passionate love, and her slightly open eyes made her look incredibly charming.

"Ouch...so comfortable!...Please hold me tight!...Dear brother!...Ah ah um..."

Her lewd cries revealed boundless love. Wang Yuxin had unconditionally given her body and soul to He Ming.

"Oh!...Dear...Dear brother!...So good!...Hmm...So...So good!...I haven't felt this good in so long!...Oh...My body...my heart is yours!...Oh...I'm dying of pleasure!..." Wang Yuxin gasped and moaned in a daze, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, her hair flying, and her body covered in sweat. The burning desire made her reveal a seductive and wanton manner. She was completely immersed in the pleasure of sex, her heart throbbing, intoxicated, and her cries were rapid and wild. Her wild moans were full of lust, and her former pure temperament was gone. At this moment, Wang Yuxin was as wanton as a female dog in heat.

"Oh...Oh...So good!...So good!...So good!...Oh...I'm going to...I'm going to come!..." Wang Yuxin's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she whimpered in a coquettish voice. The extreme pleasure made her lose her mind, and a thick stream of hot lustful fluid gushed out of her vagina.

Then, He Ming picked up Wang Yuxin, who had just climaxed, and turned her over, making her kneel on all fours.

Wang Yuxin obediently raised her full, round buttocks, which shone like white porcelain, revealing the narrow, delicate cleft beneath. She glanced back, her alluring eyes filled with seductive charm.

He Ming knelt behind her, gently caressing her plump buttocks while kissing her lips. What beautiful round buttocks!

"Oh!" she moaned softly as He Ming thrust his penis into her from behind, her eyebrows furrowing as she gripped the sheets.

He Ming pressed his entire body against her snow-white back, thrusting his penis in and out, a position like dogs mating in the street.

Wang Yuxin swayed her plump buttocks back and forth in ecstasy, her body moving constantly, causing her large, full breasts to bounce, her flowing hair adding to her beauty.

He Ming used his left hand to knead Wang Yuxin's swaying breasts, while his right hand caressed her fair, delicate, and fleshy buttocks. He Ming thrust forward forcefully, and she twisted and swayed back to meet him.

The innocent Wang Yuxin, experiencing doggy-style intercourse, was so excited that her limbs trembled, making her passionate and her juices flow freely.

The large penis pounded against her buttocks, sending waves of tingling pleasure through Wang Yuxin's core. Her bright red cherry lips frequently emitted delicate moans that would drive any man in the world wild, while the sounds of intercourse, "plop...sizzle...plop..." were crisp and loud.

"Oh...so good!...I'm so happy!...My dear...my dear brother who knows how to fuck!...My dear husband...I feel so good being fucked by you!...Ouch!...Oh...oh..."

She gasped excitedly, "My dear husband!...I can't take it anymore!...What a powerful cock!...Ah...It's so beautiful!...So good!...I'm going to cum again..."

She shouted excitedly, not caring whether her lewd voice could be heard outside. Her smooth, snow-white body swayed wildly back and forth, covered in glistening beads of sweat.

He Ming and Wang Yuxin changed positions frequently, turning the entire room into their battlefield of lovemaking—on the bed, on the floor, on the table.

Finally, exhausted, they lay on the large double bed, embracing each other. He Ming's still-erect penis, which had just ejaculated, was inserted into Wang Yuxin's vagina, feeling the occasional contractions of her vagina. Wang Yuxin held He Ming in her arms, and the two gazed at each other happily.

He Ming embraced Wang Yuxin, kissing her. Wang Yuxin was his irreplaceable first love. Wang Yuxin's hand gently grasped He Ming's penis, while He Ming's hand roamed and teased her genitals.

After a while, Wang Yuxin got up, turned her back to He Ming, and lay on top of him, burying her head between his legs to kiss and caress his penis again. Her snow-white, plump buttocks were raised in front of He Ming's face. Wang Yuxin's small mouth took He Ming's still-soft penis, which had just ejaculated, into her mouth, sucking and licking it, while her hands gently kneaded his scrotum.

He Ming cupped Wang Yuxin's white, tender, and plump buttocks, kissing and licking her genitals. His tongue parted her labia majora and minora, probing into her vagina, licking the inner walls, and thrusting his tongue in and out of her vagina. He used his lips to cup and suckle her small clitoris.

He Ming's penis became hard from Wang Yuxin's licking and sucking. Wang Yuxin took it entirely into her mouth, and He Ming felt the head of his penis touching Wang Yuxin's throat. Wang Yuxin's small, rosy lips enveloped He Ming's hard penis.

He Ming held Wang Yuxin's snow-white, smooth, and plump buttocks, his tongue thrusting and swirling inside her vagina, his nose resting on her small, beautiful, pink anus, like a chrysanthemum bud.

Arousal fluid flowed from Wang Yuxin's vagina, dripping into He Ming's mouth and onto his face. He Ming's tongue licked Wang Yuxin's perineum and her buttocks. Wang Yuxin wiggled her hips, giggling, her buttocks becoming wet from He Ming's licking.

Wang Yuxin giggled as He Ming kissed and licked her, letting his tongue kiss and lick inside and outside her anus. Her tight anus was small and beautiful, the two sides spread wide.

He Ming's tongue licked her anus, his saliva making it wet. She moaned and cried out. He Ming used his tongue to try to penetrate her anus.

At this moment, Wang Yuxin used her mouth to stroke He Ming's penis, licking the glans with her tongue, sometimes even taking his scrotum into her mouth and sucking on it.

"Good husband, my asshole is so itchy from your licking, ah, ah,"

Wang Yuxin knelt on the bed, her plump buttocks raised high, her legs spread wide, revealing her anus, wet from He Ming's kisses and licks. Against the backdrop of her snow-white, smooth, full buttocks, her pink anus looked exceptionally beautiful and alluring.

He Ming couldn't resist lying on Wang Yuxin's plump buttocks again, kissing and licking her delicate anus. Wang Yuxin giggled and said, "Good husband, your licking makes my heart tremble."

Wang Yuxin's anus was virgin territory, never before explored. He Ming's tongue tried to penetrate deeply but couldn't, leaving her anus wet.

Wang Yuxin was also licked by He Ming until her bones were weak and her muscles were limp, panting heavily, her upper body lying on the bed, moaning and groaning lasciviously. After a while, He Ming got up and knelt behind Wang Yuxin, one hand supporting her round, plump buttocks, the other supporting his erect, hard penis. He aimed the glans at Wang Yuxin's small, delicate, beautiful anus, like a chrysanthemum bud, and slowly inserted it.

Wang Yuxin's anus was covered in He Ming's saliva, which acted as lubrication. Although Wang Yuxin's anus was tight, He Ming's glans entered her narrow, tight anus without much effort. When He Ming's large glans entered Wang Yuxin's anus, Wang Yuxin cried out: "Ah...ah...good husband...ah...ah...I've never...ah...ah...been...inserted...ah...ah...into my anus...ah...gently...gently...ah...ah..."

He Ming slowly moved his large glans in and out of Wang Yuxin's anus, saying, "Little Xin, you'll feel good soon, my darling wife, soon my big cock will be all the way in."

He Ming's penis head was thrusting in and out of Wang Yuxin's anus. Gradually, Wang Yuxin's anus became slippery, and his penis slowly slid in until it was completely inside her anus. Wang

Yuxin forcefully opened her buttocks, and the sphincter muscles of her anus tightly gripped He Ming's thick penis. He Ming lay on top of Wang Yuxin, his arms wrapped around her waist and abdomen, one hand touching her vagina, two fingers inserted into her vagina, thrusting in and out. He Ming's fingers felt his hard penis thrusting in and out of Wang Yuxin's anus. Wang Yuxin moaned and twisted her body.

He Ming slowly thrust his penis in and out of her anus, his thick, hard penis moving in and out. Wang Yuxin cried out, "Ah...ah...my anus...ah...ah...being fucked by my husband...ah...ah...it's so...ah...so comfortable...ah...ah...dear husband...ah...ah..."

The anus felt different from the vagina; the sphincter muscles gripped He Ming's penis tightly. Wang Yuxin swayed her plump buttocks as He Ming thrust his thick, hard penis in and out of her anus. He Ming's body slapped against her plump, white, soft, round buttocks, making a slapping sound.

Wang Yuxin's hand touched He Ming's scrotum, moaning ecstatically.

He Ming's penis was thrusting in and out of Wang Yuxin's anus. Her anal sphincter muscles gripped his penis tightly, the thick, hard penis thrusting forcefully forward inside her. Wang Yuxin twisted her hips, pushing back forcefully, inserting her fingers into her vagina, feeling the hard penis thrusting in and out of her anus through the fleshy walls.

Wang Yuxin and He Ming were moaning lewdly and obscenely, calling each other things like "darling," "brother," "sister," "husband," and "wife."

He Ming kissed Wang Yuxin, her small, delicate tongue swirling in his mouth.

Chapter 198 Indecent Video

The days passed peacefully until November, when Meng Lei's test results finally came out. The hospital said that compulsory treatment was necessary.

This result stirred up waves in He Ming's peaceful days. He understood very well that if Meng Lei didn't recover, she would have to stay inside, and if she couldn't recover for the rest of her life, then the world was completely over.

He Ming was anxious, and Xia Jingmei was equally worried. They went to the hospital to plead for Meng Lei's release, but no one would budge. Finally, they had no choice but to ask Secretary Su for help. The result was disheartening: it turned out the whole thing was orchestrated from above, putting immense pressure on the hospital director to ensure Meng Lei's release.

This outcome could only mean one thing: Meng Lei or her family had offended someone higher up. Secretary Su, He Ming's future father-in-law, was very concerned and tirelessly investigated. After careful inquiries, he learned that it was a direct order from a powerful figure in the provincial capital.

This powerful figure's surname was Fu.

He Ming immediately thought of the Fu couple whose child had been injured by Meng Lei. During the initial investigation, they had been said to have extremely powerful connections. He voiced this suspicion, and it was later confirmed that the so-called powerful figure was indeed the Fu family. He Ming

suddenly sensed a huge conspiracy. Undoubtedly, the couple's decision to drop the lawsuit against Meng Lei wasn't out of pity, but rather a deliberate attempt to ensure she would never recover. The

more He Ming thought about it, the more anxious he became. He then asked his adoptive mother to intercede with Secretary Su and plead with higher authorities.

Secretary Su also abandoned his work and personally went to the provincial capital, but ultimately to no avail; the other party refused to give up.

Next, He Ming thought of Ling Hao. After spending so much time together, he already knew that the old man's hometown was actually in the provincial capital, but he lived there for a long time because his main business was in Jiangzhou City.

"Since he's in the provincial capital, he should know some influential people!"

He Ming thought, then called his underworld father-in-law to beg for help.

"The Fu family? In the provincial capital, they've always had some issues with our Ling family. If it's about pleading, I definitely can't help you, but is it necessary? Just get some leverage over them and use it to blackmail them!"

Ling Hao didn't hesitate and decisively offered a solution.

"Uh, I've thought about that too, but I'm not familiar with the provincial capital, and I don't know anything about the Fu family. It's really not easy to get leverage over them when I'm unfamiliar with the place!"

He Ming had a headache, but he was also curious about the Ling family's background. To have an "issue" with the Fu family, one would need at least similar strength.

“To be honest, over the years, we and the Fu family have been gathering a lot of dirt on each other to bring each other down, but under this system of checks and balances, it's become useless. Everyone knows this, because nobody wants to disrupt the balance. Naturally, I won't give it to you, because if something goes wrong, they will definitely suspect the Ling family. So we have to find a new piece of dirt!”

Ling Hao analyzed, then said, “How about this, leave this to me. I'll let you know as soon as I get anything useful!”

“Thank you so much, Uncle Ling!”

He Ming was naturally overjoyed, and his respect for his underworld father-in-law grew even stronger.

“Forget it, Xiao Ming, we've done more than enough for her. Let's wait and see. Maybe after a while, she'll soften her heart and we can try again!”

After running around for several days, Xia Jingmei was also very tired. Every time she was full of hope only to have it cruelly crushed, this feeling was the most tormenting.

“Don't worry, Aunt Xia, Uncle Ling said he'll help us think of a way!”

He Ming, unable to bear seeing his beautiful adoptive mother worry, comforted her.

"Really?"

Xia Jingmei was somewhat delighted, but then frowned and said, "With the Fu family's powerful background, don't have too high hopes!"

She murmured to herself with some doubt, "By the way, didn't your Uncle Chen investigate Ling Zhi's background before? He said her household registration was in the provincial capital, and that her family had a strong background. So, Chairman Ling is also from the provincial capital. I really don't know their specific situation."

"I don't know either, they haven't told me!"

He Ming replied.

"Perhaps they really can help!"

Xia Jingmei smiled, then said to her adopted son, "That's good. Don't worry, don't do anything foolish. Aunt Xia is really worried about you!"

"Okay!"

He Ming nodded, feeling a warmth in his heart.

About ten days passed, and He Ming's arduous wait finally brought good news: Ling Hao sent him a video via email.

“That Fu Yao’s wife started out as a model. You know, the entertainment industry is a mess. To get ahead, men have to learn to flatter, and women have to use their bodies. This is a set of nude videos and photos she took two years ago. But because Fu Yao took a liking to her soon after, it was discovered and banned before it could be circulated online. It took a lot of effort to find it, so this should help you!”

Ling Hao explained. The Fu Yao he mentioned was the father of the child Meng Lei scratched.

He Ming opened the video, and sure enough, it was Fu Yao’s wife. She was lying on a large bed, wearing a semi-transparent nightgown with no underwear underneath. Her hot curves rose and fell, and the two pink nipples were faintly visible. The dark shadow below was also very clear, extremely alluring.

He Ming shook his head helplessly. Selling her body for fame and fortune—no matter if a woman’s body has been defiled, her soul is already dirty.

After searching online that night, He Ming learned that the woman's name was Yu Wen. Although he felt contempt for Yu Wen, it didn't dampen his interest in watching the video, so he watched it carefully.

The entire video was over an hour long. Yu Wen posed provocatively, changing her clothes frequently, revealing all four points: cheongsam, swimsuit, sexy lingerie, stockings, etc., doing everything she could to seduce and tempt. Her hands were constantly exploring her sensitive areas; the content was incredibly explicit, almost like a video of a sexually frustrated woman seeking pleasure.

After watching the video with great interest, He Ming took screenshots, fueled by a burning desire, and saved them to his phone. He didn't intend to use the data to blackmail her. Although he wasn't very knowledgeable, he knew that everyone had an online ID, and with the Fu family's powerful background, finding it wouldn't be difficult.

He Ming went out and then called his friend, carefully asking where he had gotten the unregistered SIM cards before taking a taxi to get a few.

Ling Hao had also given him Fu Yao's phone number. The rest is history; it was similar to the previous threat against Zheng the Bald from Jiangzhou Group, except this time it wasn't money, but the release of Meng Lei within three days.

He Ming threw away the SIM card, his heart churning. The other party's background was terrifyingly powerful; it was impossible for a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy like him to be unafraid. But for Meng Lei, he had no regrets.

Chapter 199 Meng Lei is out .

He Ming was unaware of the uproar his photos had caused. Two days later, he received a call from Meng Lei's father, informing him that the hospital wanted him to pick her up.

He Ming was in class, but during his lunch break, he quickly found out Meng Lei's address and rushed over. As the saying goes, most women develop feelings for men out of admiration, while men feel pity for women—that was his current state.

From afar, he saw two familiar figures at the fork in the road—none other than Meng Lei and her father.

As soon as Menglei saw He Ming, her face lit up with excitement. She ran up to him and hugged him tightly, exclaiming joyfully, "He Ming, you're here!"

"Hehe, Sister Meng, you're out!"

The fragrant body in his arms made He Ming's heart flutter, but remembering that her father was nearby, he felt awkward, unsure whether to hug her or not.

Menglei lingered, reluctant to let go. In fact, during her time at the orphanage, He Ming had visited her every day, even more frequently than her father. Over the past six months, a sense of dependence had naturally developed within her.

That's how simple-minded people are; they don't hide their feelings and express them directly.

"Xiao Lei, let go quickly! There are so many people watching, aren't you ashamed?"

Menglei's father couldn't bear to watch any longer and couldn't help but remind her.

Menglei's face turned red, and she quickly released He Ming, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.

Whenever He Ming saw this, a wave of tenderness would rise in his heart. What a beautiful and innocent girl! Why was heaven so unfair to her?

Next, He Ming was warmly welcomed by Meng Lei and her father into a nearby residential area. It was a very dilapidated neighborhood, with each family crammed into a small space made of wooden planks, resembling a slum from a foreign film, only with slightly better sanitation.

"Does this father and daughter really live in a place like this?"

He Ming thought in shock.

Upon arriving at their home, he felt a pang of sadness. The father and daughter's room was actually just an ordinary room partitioned off with wooden planks. In the outer room, a bed was made of bricks, and on the inner wall hung a few sets of worn-out, simple men's clothes. Besides that, there was a coal stove, a cooking pot, a stool, and many other household items, making it seem very cramped. Peeking

through the crack in the wooden door, he could see a few girls' clothes hanging on the wall of the inner partition, presumably Meng Lei's room.

"I'm sorry, it's too crowded at home!"

Meng Lei's father invited He Ming to sit down, saying apologetically.

"Hehe, it's alright!"

He Mingqiang's forced smile was a little stiff. Then he glanced at Meng Lei to the side and saw a happy smile on her face as she stared blankly at him. His heart ached even more.

He Ming felt no contempt for such a person, only pity.

The father and daughter then prepared lunch. The meal was simple, just a pot of vegetables cooked with light oil, with no meat.

He Ming didn't eat, but he politely declined the father and daughter's invitation. It wasn't that he didn't like the food, but his heart was heavy, and he couldn't eat.

"By the way, your name is Chen Ming, right?"

Meng Lei's father asked after the father and daughter finished eating.

"Yes!"

He Ming came back to his senses, composed himself, and nodded noncommittally.

“A few days ago, the hospital said Xiaolei needed intensive treatment, but now they suddenly want me to take her home. I think someone must have helped, but the construction site is too busy, and I don't have time to inquire. If it was your family who helped, please convey my gratitude. I will definitely come to thank them in person another day!”

Menglei's father wasn't stupid; he saw through the oddity of the situation, but he never suspected that his benefactor was He Ming.

“Hehe, no need. Sister Menglei has been with our family for so long; we're like siblings. Helping her with this little thing is nothing!”

He Ming was indeed their benefactor, so he could naturally make the decision.

“You must thank me, you must thank me!”

Menglei's father said repeatedly.

“Uncle Meng, I’ll rent a room outside another day, you should move out. The conditions here are really too poor!”

He Ming couldn’t hold back any longer and voiced his suggestion.

“Forget it, I know you’re doing this for our own good, but as the old saying goes, one shouldn’t accept something for nothing. I really can’t accept it!”

Although Meng Lei’s father was poor, he was a man of principle.

He Ming didn’t say much. After sitting for a long time, it was getting late, so he stood up to say goodbye. Meng Lei naturally tried to persuade him to stay, but he had to go to class, and he couldn’t skip class for a pretty girl.

On his way back to school, He Ming told Shen Yuru about Meng Lei’s situation. He knew that the teacher and student had a good relationship, and this beautiful young woman must have been thinking about it. Sure enough, the woman’s voice on the phone sounded very excited.

After school that afternoon, He Ming kept thinking about one problem: could he get Meng Lei to come back and work as a part-time cleaner? The father and daughter wouldn’t accept gifts without reason, and this was the only way he could help.

Of course, Xia Jingmei knew about Menglei's illness. He Ming needed to get the beautiful foster mother's consent, otherwise everything would be in vain.

Thinking it over, he acted immediately. That evening, when he got home, He Ming told Xia Jingmei his idea.

"Xiaoming, I really want to help her, but you know she's sick. Leaving aside the possibility of her hurting others, I can't even guarantee her own safety!"

Xia Jingmei had a headache. She wasn't afraid the girl would cause trouble, but hiring a patient as a part-time caregiver made her very worried about accidents.

He Ming didn't say much. He understood the foster mother's meaning. No one could take care of Menglei 24 hours a day. To put it bluntly, for mentally ill people like her, the best place is a mental hospital.

"This child is so pitiful, so well-behaved and kind, yet she got this disease, her whole life..."

Xia Jingmei said sadly, then sighed.

He Ming's mood was also somewhat heavy, but suddenly a thought flashed through his mind. He said, "Aunt Xia, we've never inquired about her condition, nor have we heard that it's incurable!"

A glimmer of hope appeared on Xia Jingmei's face: "That's right. If there's hope for treatment, we can help them, using the best possible resources. How about this, tomorrow is Saturday, I'll invite the father and daughter over for a meal and ask them about the details!"

He Ming nodded, feeling very happy. Perhaps Meng Lei hadn't recovered because they didn't have the financial means to receive timely treatment.

The next day, Saturday, He Ming, unusually, stayed home, waiting for Meng Lei and her father to arrive. Now, this had become a thorn in his side again.

Meng Lei and her father arrived late, both dressed smartly, but they seemed very restrained—the pitiful state of the poor.

Meng Lei's father wore a faded suit, a stark contrast to his sun-darkened skin. After sitting down, he didn't know where to put his hands, appearing extremely unnatural.

Looking at this simple and honest father, He Ming felt as if he were visiting for the first time, and his goodwill towards him immediately increased.

Meng Lei, having been here for a long time, was a little reserved but also quite natural. Having worked as a part-time helper for this family for many years, and being kind-hearted, she couldn't resist helping with the cooking. She wore a pink sweater and bright red tight-fitting capri pants, perfectly accentuating her curves. Moving in and out of the living room and kitchen, she carried a faint, youthful fragrance, like a beautiful red butterfly.

At the dinner table, Xia Jingmei carefully inquired about Meng Lei's condition.

“I’ve taken her to see many doctors, and most of them suggested that the best treatment for this illness is to find a hypnotist to use psychological suggestion to remove the shadows in her heart. However, there’s no guarantee of success. If it fails, the consequences are hard to predict, and it might even worsen the condition. So we must find a very experienced hypnotist to maximize the chances of success. Some people have kindly contacted us, but the fees are very expensive, and we simply can’t afford it!”

Meng Lei’s father said, then shook his head sadly, and then rubbed his forehead in frustration, saying, “Alas, it’s all my fault for being incompetent, otherwise Xiao Lei’s illness would probably be cured long ago!”

“Dad, it’s not your fault, it’s all my fault for being useless and dragging you down!”

Meng Lei was very kind, and she even started to sob softly.

He Ming felt a pang of heartache. Who was the bastard who invented this money, harming so many poor people?

“Brother Meng, I can have a hypnotist treat Xiao Lei, without charging a single penny. However, if there are any risks, it's up to you to decide!”

Xia Jingmei finally said what He Ming had been wanting to say.

“Without a penny? Little sister, I really can't accept that!”

Meng's father was as stubborn as ever, though not in an annoying way.

“Brother Meng, let me tell you directly, I know a hypnotist who's very famous in the country. If I ask him for help, I won't charge a single penny out of friendship!”

Xia Jingmei said without hesitation.

He Ming looked at his beautiful adoptive mother with suspicion, unsure if she was telling the truth or not.

“How could I accept that?”

A look of joy appeared on Meng's father's face, but he quickly looked at his daughter, his expression hesitant. After all, the treatment wasn't guaranteed to be successful, and the consequences of failure were unpredictable.

Meng Lei looked at her father innocently, bewildered.

“Xiao Lei, we will find someone to treat you, but we can't guarantee a cure. If it fails, your condition might worsen, so your father is hesitant and wants to hear your opinion!”

Xia Jingmei posed the question to Meng Lei; such matters required her input.

“I’m willing to try. I don’t want to be a burden on my father anymore. Rather than continue like this, I’d rather take the risk and try. Even if it fails, how bad can it get? At worst, they can lock me up in that hospital again; it won’t hurt anyone!”

Meng Lei’s face showed a resolute expression, like a soldier about to go into battle. It sounded somewhat heartbreaking, and she ended with a seemingly dreamlike murmur: “I want to be a normal person!”

At this moment, He Ming made up his mind. Even if Meng Lei’s treatment failed and her condition worsened, he would take care of her for the rest of his life. He had the will and the financial means.

“Okay, thank you here, little sister!”

Meng Lei’s father gritted his teeth and agreed. It seemed he wasn’t willing to give up such a hard-won opportunity so easily.

"Aunt Xia, do you really know a hypnotist? How skilled is he?"

After Meng Lei and her father left, He Ming couldn't help but ask. He was genuinely worried about this matter. If they hired a self-proclaimed expert who was actually trying to gain fame and fortune and harmed her, it would be a grave sin, and he would spend the rest of his life in guilt.

"I don't know any hypnotists. I just wanted Meng Lei's father to receive treatment. However, I will try to find out as soon as possible a top-notch hypnotist in the country to treat her!"

Xia Jingmei said with a smile. December 3rd,
Chapter 200: A Feast for the Human Body.

Time passed peacefully, and in the blink of an eye, it was already December. Xia Jingmei's efforts to find a hypnotist through her connections finally yielded results.

To be honest, the reason He Ming had so readily agreed to Meng Lei's treatment was because he'd heard that an "experienced" hypnotist could increase the success rate. He'd been thinking that if it were a highly skilled hypnotist, wouldn't they have a much better chance of curing the illness? Therefore, he was very curious about the mysterious figure his adoptive mother had hired and wanted to hear his opinion on Meng Lei's condition in person. If he wasn't confident, he'd tell him to get lost and find someone else.

Of course, He Ming didn't expect a 100% success rate; nobody could guarantee that, after all, even a cold can kill someone. Fortune favors the bold, right?

The next day, Xia Jingmei went to the airport to pick up the guy. He Ming also wanted to go with her, but unfortunately, he had to go to school, so he obediently went.

At noon, after school, he couldn't wait to get home. The living room was wide open, and there were four people inside: Xia Jingmei, an elderly man in his fifties or sixties, and Meng Lei and her father. They had apparently been called in to inquire about the illness.

He Ming entered the living room and carefully observed the old man. He noticed that the old man was wearing a gray suit, had medium-length gray hair, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had a somewhat solemn expression. He listened attentively to Meng Lei's father as he described his daughter's condition, occasionally asking a brief question.

"Could this old man be a hypnotist?"

He Ming wondered curiously. The old man looked somewhat like the old scholars on television, and such people usually had eccentric temperaments.

"Her illness has a simple cause, and the chances of recovery are very high. However, depending on the severity, I cannot be certain about the treatment time!"

After listening to Meng's father's explanation, the old man pondered for a while before speaking. The three people present immediately smiled, especially Meng Lei and her father, who seemed very excited. He Ming was genuinely happy for them as well.

"Master, what do we need to prepare?"

Xia Jingmei immediately asked.

"Nothing is needed, just a very quiet room for long-term use!"

the old man said, adjusting his glasses.

Meng Lei and her father exchanged a glance, their faces showing some difficulty. Given their current location, even if the other party didn't mind, they couldn't guarantee a quiet place.

"Master, what do you think of this place?"

Xia Jingmei glanced at the father and daughter, understanding their predicament, and asked after a moment's thought.

"This place is very good!"

The master looked around and nodded.

He Ming was immediately excited. So, Meng Lei could come to their house more often now?

"Sister, how could I trouble you again!"

Meng Lei's father said somewhat apprehensively, while Meng Lei reflexively looked at He Ming with a joyful expression.

"Everything must be considered for the child's condition!"

Xia Jingmei knew that to persuade this stubborn middle-aged man, she could only use his daughter as a starting point.

Meng's father hesitated, looked at his daughter, and indeed fell silent.

Next, Xia Jingmei began to discuss the specifics of the itinerary with the old man. It turned out that she had already arranged accommodation for the hypnotist at the best hotel in Jiangzhou City.

He Ming's stomach was growling with hunger. Seeing them chatting, he realized he was the only one with nothing to do, so he went into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Just as he finished cooking the rice, Meng Lei came in and whispered, "He Ming, what dishes do you want? I'll help you wash them!"

"Uh, Sister Meng, you rest, I can do it myself!"

He Ming couldn't bear to see a sick person doing chores.

"No, you've helped me so much, this is the only way I can repay you, otherwise I'll always feel apologetic and guilty!"

Meng Lei said stubbornly. The poor girl didn't know how to be tactful at all. If she remembered what she had said after she recovered, she would probably be ashamed to death.

"Is it that serious?"

He Ming was stunned, a little embarrassed, but at this moment Meng Lei had already skillfully opened the refrigerator, pointed to the vegetables inside, and said to him, "What dishes do you want? Tomatoes? Eggplant? Cucumbers?"

Seeing those slightly expectant eyes, He Ming couldn't insist any longer and had to tell her what he wanted.

Teamwork makes the dream work. He Ming had never felt that cooking could be so enjoyable. The rich aroma of the food, mingled with the girl's delicate fragrance, lingered in his ears. Looking at her beautiful face, he almost felt like he was already married, with his wife before him. This was the kind of life every man longed for.

In the virtual world, the food was ready. Xia Jingmei had already taken the old hypnotist out for lunch, so now it was just He Ming and Meng Lei and her father eating together.

At the table, Meng Lei and her father seemed very reserved, rarely touching the food. He Ming was somewhat helpless; he urged them several times, but to no avail, so he gave up.

After lunch, Xia Jingmei had the driver take the old hypnotist to a hotel, and then discussed it with Meng Lei's father.

"Brother, Meng Lei can stay here from now on!"

Xia Jingmei's words made He Ming's heart skip a beat.

"How can this be?"

Meng Lei's father was probably too flattered to believe it.

“It’s like this, you see, Xiao Lei had an accident last time because she was out. If she comes to Taoyuan District from home every day, I really can’t guarantee her safety. I also believe you don’t have the time to pick her up and drop her off. So, it’s better to let her stay here!”

Xia Jingmei explained.

Meng’s father stammered for a long time, unable to find a good reason to refute her. He sighed and said, “Then thank you again, sister. I will send her living expenses on time from now on!”

“Send what living expenses?”

Xia Jingmei shook her head and continued, “As long as Xiao Lei doesn’t get traumatized, she’s not much different from a normal person. So, I plan to have her help with cooking. I’ll have to pay her a salary!”

“Have Meng Lei cook?”

He Ming looked at his beautiful foster mother. This seemed a bit inappropriate.

“Uh, aren’t you afraid she’ll cause you any trouble?”

Meng Lei’s father asked somewhat disbelievingly.

“Of course not. She’s been doing it for so long before, and there haven’t been any problems!”

Xia Jingmei shook her head with a faint smile.

Meng’s father didn’t say anything. What could he say about such care?

"Aunt Xia, are you really going to make Meng-jie continue doing housework? Or are you trying to get her father's approval like you did with the hypnotist?"

He Ming asked worriedly after Meng Lei and her father left.

"Of course it's to get her father's approval. How could I bear to see a sick little girl cook for me?"

Xia Jingmei gave her adopted son a reproachful look, then said, "These past few days, most of the money from the Lü family in the company has been taken by higher-ups. There are many things to handle, so I've been quite busy and haven't had time to find a part-time cook. It's all my fault that you've been cooking for so long. Starting tomorrow, Meng Lei will also be moving here. With more people, the food can't be just anything. I'll find a part-time cook as soon as possible."

He Ming felt relieved; he knew his kind adoptive mother wouldn't be so heartless.

After school that afternoon, He Ming hurriedly left the school gate, went into a cake shop, bought a large birthday cake, then got into his car and went home, hiding it in his room.

After two hours of tutoring that evening, He Ming returned to his room, took out a large cake, put it in a backpack, said goodbye to his adoptive mother, and quickly left.

Leaving Taoyuan District, he took a taxi straight to the bustling city center, got off in front of a karaoke bar, went inside, and entered a private room. Only one person was sitting there—Wang Yuxin.

Today was Wang Yuxin's fifteenth birthday, and He Ming, her boyfriend, naturally hadn't forgotten. To create opportunities for them to be alone together, he had long ago instructed the girl not to invite anyone else.

Wang Yuxin was dressed beautifully, her long, flowing hair cascading down her chest. Two heart-shaped earrings adorned her delicate earlobes. Her face was lightly made up, highlighting her well-defined features, refined yet mature, as perfect as a jade sculpture. She wore a pristine white dress that accentuated her stunning upper body, revealing her slender, straight legs, flawless like bamboo shoots. On her feet were crystal high-heeled sandals, her ten delicate toes painted with silver nail polish, emitting a subtle sheen. She looked like a noble little princess.

"Have you been waiting long?"

He Ming asked, closing the door and placing the cake on the table piled high with things.

"No!"

Wang Yuxin smiled happily at He Ming.

He Ming opened the cake, lit the candles, and then sang "Happy Birthday" alone. Although it wasn't as festive because of the small group, Wang Yuxin was still deeply moved.

"Today you're the little princess, so let this humble servant serve you!"

Next came the cake, He Ming said, feigning humility.

"Okay, come on!"

Wang Yuxin was naturally very pleased, opening her mouth wide in anticipation.

He Ming's face revealed a wicked smile. He took a bite of cake and pressed it against the girl's lips.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Yuxin reflexively dodged, frowning at her boyfriend.

"What am I doing? Of course, I'm letting you eat cake. Do you think my mouth is dirty?"

He Ming swallowed the large bite of cake with difficulty, pretending to be displeased.

"Okay, okay, I give up!"

Wang Yuxin said helplessly, then closed her beautiful eyes, opened her mouth, and waited.

He Ming was overjoyed, then took another bite of cake and gently pressed his lips against her bright red lips. As the cake entered her mouth, he immediately stuck his tongue into her mouth and stirred it around. This commotion quickly escalated, and their breathing became increasingly rapid.

He Ming's hands began to roam freely over the girl's body, and Wang Yuxin responded with difficulty. Deeply moved, she willingly offered herself to her boyfriend—if only this weren't the place.

"We can't continue like this! What if someone sees us here?"

Wang Yuxin pushed He Ming away forcefully, her small mouth smeared with cake.

"Uh, don't worry, I'll go lock the door right now!"

He Ming naturally didn't want his good time to be interrupted, but he also wanted to try it in this kind of place; it was so exciting, he really didn't want to give up so easily.

Wang Yuxin hesitated, but still shyly complied with He Ming's wishes.

He Ming returned after closing the door, looking at the table full of food, and a very wicked idea surfaced in his mind. He looked at Wang Yuxin and said, "Xiao Xin, shall we play the 'Human Body Feast' game?"

"Human Body Feast? What's that?"

Wang Yuxin asked innocently.

"You'll know when you take off your clothes!"

He Ming said with a wicked grin.

Wang Yuxin refused awkwardly, but couldn't resist He Ming's persistent coaxing. Finally, she obediently stood up, pushed off her snow-white dress, revealing a figure far taller and more voluptuous than other girls her age.

"Lie down!"

He Ming ordered again.

At this point, Wang Yuxin had no way to refuse, so she obediently lay down on the sofa.

Next, He Ming began placing various foods on different parts of the girl's body, his hands trembling with excitement. Of course, Wang Yuxin, who had never done this before, was even more overwhelmed. Her body trembled slightly, and she covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at her boyfriend.

After finishing, it was time to enjoy it.

He Ming squatted beside the sofa, looking at his masterpiece. The cakes and other items were all piled on the girl's sensitive areas, including her nipples, navel, and mons pubis.

Wang Yuxin was already mortified, covering her cheeks tightly with her small hands.

He Ming's appetite surged. He lowered his head and began licking the cakes, his rough tongue rubbing against her sensitive private parts.

"Mmm!"

A blush rose on Wang Yuxin's perfect cheeks as desire gradually overwhelmed her shyness. She removed her delicate hands and stared intently at her boyfriend greedily devouring the cakes on her sensitive areas.

He Ming, like a hungry child, familiarized himself with Wang Yuxin's two tender pink nipples, his cake-covered mouth making lewd slurping sounds.

Then, he moved downwards, carefully licking the cakes from the girl's navel, and then from her mons pubis, the dark pubic hair becoming wet and clinging to the small mound.

Wang Yuxin was already panting heavily, looking at He Ming with a yearning expression.

He Ming couldn't resist any longer. In a few quick movements, he stripped off all his clothes, his large penis exceptionally conspicuous.

Wang Yuxin felt a dizzying sensation, her heart pounded, and her face flushed. She exclaimed, "Ah! It's so big!" A strange tension, shyness, and panic gripped her. He Ming,

his breath heavy with desire, suddenly pressed down on Wang Yuxin's soft, warm, and fair body. Wang Yuxin, tense and shy, trembled slightly. He Ming lowered his head, his lips meeting Wang Yuxin's soft, rosy lips, rubbing and kissing them, gently licking them with his tongue.

Wang Yuxin felt a tingling sensation, her desire awakening. Her lips parted slightly, and she breathed softly. He Ming seized the opportunity, slipping his tongue into her fragrant, moist mouth, moving it around like a fish. With his movements, his hard, burning penis bumped against the inside of Wang Yuxin's smooth, white thighs.

Wang Yuxin felt the hardness and heat of the penis more clearly from the inside of her jade-like thighs. Her heart fluttered, and she was consumed by desire. She couldn't help but offer her delicate, fragrant tongue to He Ming's, licking it in return. He Ming licked Wang Yuxin's sweet and delicious tongue in return. They licked each other in this way, until their tongues intertwined like glue.

While his tongue was busy, his hands didn't rest either. His left hand grasped and kneaded Wang Yuxin's full, soft, and elastic breasts, while his right hand roamed over her smooth, snow-white, exquisitely shaped body. Finally, his right hand landed on the warm, soft, furry mons pubis at the base of Wang Yuxin's thigh, covering and caressing it.

Wang Yuxin felt waves of tingling and itching from her breasts and lower body, making her heart pound and her lust surge. She felt as if a thousand ants were crawling and biting all over her body, especially the emptiness and tingling in her lower body, where vaginal fluids flowed, making He Ming's hands wet.

Her blood was surging, her body was boiling, as if she were in a raging fire, restless and thirsty.

She took He Ming's tongue into her mouth and sucked on it hungrily, swallowing the saliva from his tongue and mouth as if drinking sweet nectar. He Ming's heart pounded, his mind raced, and his desire surged. His penis became even more engorged and hard, throbbing as if it would burst.

He Ming, panting, withdrew his tongue from Wang Yuxin's mouth, his starry eyes burning with desire as he looked at her and said, "Xiao Xin, I... I want you."

Wang Yuxin, already dizzy from the burning desire, could not possibly refuse. Her fair cheeks were alluring, her clear, bright eyes sparkling as she gazed at He Ming and said, "Good husband, if you want me, come on."

He Ming's handsome face flushed red and hot as he replied, "Mmm!"

He lowered his head, his lustful eyes radiating a fiery light, making Wang Yuxin's already flushed face blush with a captivating, intoxicating beauty!

Wang Yuxin's flawless body was like a ripe peach, with a stunningly beautiful face, red lips and a pink neck, firm and full breasts, and a plump and rounded bottom. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, her skin as smooth as jade and as smooth as cream. Her enviable curves would make any girl her age feel ashamed and desperate. She was the kind of beautiful girl any man would be attracted to

and want to possess! He Mingxing's gaze gradually moved downwards, staring at Wang Yuxin's hidden private parts that filled him with fantasies and desires. His breathing became quite rapid, his heart pounding violently as he thrust his thick, long, and hot penis into the girl's vagina. Wang Yuxin watched the thick, bright red penis enter her, her heart pounding with excitement.

Because of Wang Yuxin's sleeping position, cake crumbs were scattered all over her body, especially in her private parts. Coupled with the fact that they were in a karaoke bar, He Ming became even more excited. He thrust his thick penis wildly against Wang Yuxin's pubic hair, but after several attempts, he couldn't penetrate her. It either hit the top of her vulva or passed the entrance without going in. His hard, hot glans pounded against Wang Yuxin's vulva, causing a dull ache, but the itching in her vulva and vagina was even more intense, fueling her lust and making her feel incredibly aroused.

He Ming, burning with desire, became even more impatient and forceful the more he couldn't penetrate, his penis growing even harder. His handsome face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, and he thrust forcefully with rapid breaths.

Wang Yuxin's soft, slender hand reached out and grasped the penis that was thrashing against her mons pubis. Her eyes, filled with spring-

like allure, glanced at He Ming, her face flushed with shyness. She said in a sweet voice, "How can you be so clumsy? It's not like it's your first time. You can't even find the right spot." As she spoke, she guided He Ming's engorged, burning penis to the entrance of her overflowing, wet vagina. Feeling the size and warmth of that large thing in her hand, her heart pounded, her blood surged, and her desire was heightened, yet she felt a little shy. She said in a trembling voice, "Good husband, come on, this is it."

She released his hand, shyly closing her alluring, watery eyes. Her fair face flushed even more, like peach blossoms blooming in March.

At this moment, both of them were overflowing with desire, completely disregarding whether they would be interrupted; their only thought was the desire to make love.

He Ming closed his eyes and slowly advanced, about to penetrate the girl's body. A soft, tingling sensation swept over him, making him slightly dizzy. Under the psychological stimulation, he was more sensitive than ever before.

He Ming pressed the head of his penis against the center of the two tender, pink labia minora at the entrance of her vagina and began to apply pressure. The two tender, pink labia minora were slowly forced open by the large, rounded head of his penis. He could see the small opening surrounded by muscles in the center. As he penetrated, the head of his penis, which was partially inside the opening, was enveloped by the walls of the vagina. The pleasure made him close his eyes slightly.

He Ming watched the insertion of his penis. Because Wang Yuxin's pubic hair was not very thick, the insertion of the head of his penis into her vagina was clearly visible. He could see that as the head of his penis entered, the foreskin covering it gradually rolled down.

Wang Yuxin felt her vaginal opening swell and slightly ache with the insertion of the head of his penis, especially when the thickest part of the penis, the fleshy ridges surrounding the head of his penis, entered. This swelling and pain became even more intense.

Her delicate brows furrowed, her smooth, jade-like forehead wrinkled as she said, "Ah! Good husband, be gentle. Take it slow."

Wang Yuxin's vagina was already tight, and although He Ming had explored it several times, it remained firm. Upon entering, it was naturally uncomfortable. If her vagina hadn't been thoroughly moistened with love fluid, becoming slippery, He Ming might not have been able to penetrate.

He Ming felt the warm, slippery flesh of her vagina enveloping his glans, sending a tingling sensation through him. An indescribable pleasure surged through him, so pleasurable that he wanted nothing more than to thrust all the way in.

However, seeing Wang Yuxin's pain and hearing her instructions, he gritted his teeth, suppressing his desire, and thrust his unusually hard penis deep into her vagina. He felt as if there was a force within her vagina pulling his penis straight in.

He Ming slowly thrust in, gradually opening up the tightly closed walls of Wang Yuxin's paradise. Wang Yuxin felt the hot, hard penis gradually filling her empty, itchy vagina. She murmured, "Yes, slowly, so comfortable."

When the penis was fully inside, the glans pressed against the clitoris at the bottom of her vagina. Wang Yuxin breathed a sigh of relief, her tightly furrowed brows and forehead relaxing as she loosened her grip on the sheets.

He Ming felt his penis, inserted into the girl's enchanting vagina, being completely enveloped by the wet, warm, soft flesh—a wonderfully comfortable sensation. This pleasurable sensation made him thrust his fully inserted penis, reaching the deepest part of her vagina, forcefully into her. Their lower bodies were pressed tightly together without any gap, but he continued to push, as if he wanted to insert his scrotum and testicles, which were still outside her vagina, to share the exquisite pleasure of this paradise.

He thrust deep into Wang Yuxin's vagina, and a sharp pain shot through her. Her crescent-shaped brows furrowed, and she looked at He Ming with questioning eyes, murmuring, "Hmm! Husband, why are you still..." He Ming felt his glans hit a soft mass of flesh, knowing there was no way forward, and stopped.

Wang Yuxin felt He Ming's thick, strong, long, and hot penis filling her vagina completely, making it feel full and swollen, with no part of it untouched. Although there was a slight pain from the fullness, she felt incredibly fulfilled and swollen.

He Ming had only thrust a few times when he felt the soft, warm, and slippery walls of her vagina rubbing against his glans, making it tingle and itch. A soul-stirring, intoxicating stimulation immediately surged from his lower body to his heart, overflowing into his brain.

Entering this enchanting vaginal opening, he felt the warmth inside, the surrounding flesh tightly scraping against his penis, making his movements incredibly pleasurable. Feeling immense pleasure, he excitedly began thrusting with all his might.

Wang Yuxin felt the large glans suddenly swell inside her, becoming even larger and more engorged, squeezing her vagina until it ached, as if it were about to burst, but it was undeniably satisfying.

He Ming's lust surged, and in a daze, he thrust his rock-hard penis in and out of Wang Yuxin's warm, moist, enchanting vagina, his hips rising and falling with each thrust.

Wang Yuxin felt every part of her vagina being rubbed during each thrust, while He Ming felt his penis and glans being caressed by the tender flesh of her honeyed orifice. Waves of ecstatic pleasure washed over her like ocean waves, spreading to every part of her body.

Wang Yuxin's pent-up desires from the past few days were finally released tonight, and she thoroughly enjoyed it.

Stimulated by the waves of pleasure, He Ming, panting heavily, thrust faster and harder. This intensifies the friction between the penis and the walls of the vagina, creating a surging, exhilarating pleasure that overwhelms the couple.

Wang Yuxin was so overwhelmed with pleasure that her mind went blank. Completely lost in the moment, she only knew to twist her slender waist and sway her buttocks in rhythm with the thrusting of his penis. Her fair, delicate cheeks were flushed a vibrant red, radiating spring-like allure. Her petal-like lips parted incessantly, her breath sweet as orchids, emitting soft moans that sounded almost like sobs. "Ah! Husband...so good...harder, good husband...you're doing it so well." He Ming, witnessing Wang Yuxin's intoxicatingly beautiful and soul-stirring moans, felt his lust flare. His desire surged, and he thrust his penis even more forcefully into Wang Yuxin's vagina. However, since it was his first time, the force, combined with the fact that Wang Yuxin's tender vagina was already slippery with a constant flow of love fluid, caused him to lose control. When he tried to pull his penis out, it slipped out of her enchanting orifice.

Just as Wang Yuxin was feeling light and airy, as if floating on clouds, she suddenly felt her once full and swollen vagina suddenly empty. She felt as if she had plummeted from the sky into a deep valley, a feeling of indescribable discomfort washing over her. Her clear, bright eyes, burning with desire, stared directly at He Ming as she said, "Husband, why did you pull out? You're driving me crazy! Come on, it's so itchy!" Her slender hand frantically grabbed his penis, which was slick with her own vaginal fluids, and tried to shove it into her vagina.

He Ming thrust his penis deep into her vagina with all his might. Although he used the same force, he stopped pulling out when about a third of his penis remained inside her.

Wave after wave of incredibly pleasurable pleasure surged through Wang Yuxin's body. Wang Yuxin's fair face, as delicate as snow, was flushed with a rosy blush, exuding a seductive charm and brimming with springtime allure. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, her red lips parted as she breathed heavily, letting out unrestrained, soft moans, "Ah! Oh! Good husband, I'm so happy... You're so good at it..." Her fair, plump buttocks rose and fell repeatedly, her slender waist twisting even more vigorously.

He Ming, too, felt a surge of pleasure and unparalleled comfort. Encouraged by Wang Yuxin's words, his lust intensified. He wielded his penis, churning and rubbing it inside her tender orifice, thrusting and grinding with abandon. He sent Wang Yuxin to one climax of desire after another.

The intense pleasure stimulated He Ming to thrust with all his might.

Just moments before, Wang Yuxin's exquisitely beautiful body suddenly stiffened. She bit her red lips with her pearly white teeth, her snow-white, rounded arms tightly embracing He Ming. Her already tight vaginal opening contracted, as if trying to snap He Ming's penis in two. Then, she opened her mouth and let out a long, low moan, "Ah!" Her vaginal opening relaxed, and a thick, creamy fluid gushed from its depths, drenching his glans. Her body went limp, lying weakly on the bed, a blissful, satisfied smile on her face. She had climaxed.

He Ming lowered his head, and their lips and tongues intertwined. They lovingly licked and sucked each other's tongues, savoring the saliva on each other's tongues and mouths.

He Ming's heart burned with lust; his penis swelled, becoming thick, strong, long, and hot, trembling as it pressed against Wang Yuxin's plump, fleshy mons pubis. This aroused Wang Yuxin, her desire rising, her plump buttocks writhing restlessly beneath him.

He Ming, panting, stared intently at Wang Yuxin and said, "Xiao Xin... I... I'm coming..." Wang Yuxin's eyes were filled with lust, her cheeks flushed, and she said in a seductive voice, "Husband, if you want it, come in! But be gentle, or it will hurt."

He Ming, his erect penis throbbing, slowly inserted itself into Wang Yuxin's paradise. As he inserted, he asked with concern, "Does this hurt?" Wang Yuxin looked at He Ming with tender affection and said softly, "Yes! Good husband, just like that, slowly." He Ming felt the slippery wetness of her vagina, making the insertion smoother. Having already inserted twice, Wang Yuxin was more accustomed to He Ming's thick penis than at first.

A moment later, He Ming inserted his penis fully into Wang Yuxin without her feeling any pain. He Ming didn't immediately begin thrusting, but instead leaned down and tenderly asked, "Good wife, did I hurt you?" Seeing his obedient nature, Wang Yuxin was very happy. She affectionately kissed He Ming's lips with her rosy lips and smiled, "It didn't hurt at all, you did a great job, husband." "Then I'll move." Wang Yuxin nodded, her eyebrows arched and her face flushed.

He Ming seemed still afraid of hurting Wang Yuxin, so he didn't dare thrust forcefully into her exquisite vagina, only gently and slowly pumping in and out. In truth, this was far from satisfying Wang Yuxin's burning desire and tingling sensation.

Wang Yuxin felt the itching in her vagina growing stronger. The penis thrusting in and out no longer brought her the same waves of pleasure as before; instead, the itching intensified with each thrust, a piercing, unbearable itch. She desperately needed He Ming's forceful, deep thrusting to relieve the itch. Although her heart and vagina craved it, her shyness and desire to avoid leaving a lewd impression on her husband prevented her from asking He Ming.

She had to find a solution herself. She swayed her plump, white buttocks, hoping the movement would rub against his penis and relieve the itch.

However, because He Ming wasn't using enough force, his movements only lightly touched her vagina, not relieving the itch but intensifying it. The itch was so intense it felt like a thousand ants were gnawing at her heart, causing her to convulse in pain. Her teeth clenched, making soft, grinding sounds, and her slender hands frantically clawed and rubbed against the sheets. Her long, smooth legs were tightly intertwined, rubbing against each other intensely.

He Ming, seeing this, thought he had hurt her again. He immediately stopped thrusting and said considerately, "Xiao Xin, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Wang Yuxin's pretty face twitched as she said, "No...no." He Ming asked, "Then what is it?" Wang Yuxin's fair cheeks, like white jade, were flushed and alluring. Her clear, bright almond-shaped eyes looked at He Ming and said, "Yes." He Ming urged, "What is it? Tell me quickly!" The need in her heart and the itching in her flesh made Wang Yuxin disregard everything else. She mustered her courage, suppressed her shyness, and opened her deep, clear, alluring eyes slightly, looking at He Ming with a shy and timid expression. She whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "It's not that it hurts, it's that my flesh is too itchy. You have to thrust harder." After saying this, her bright, radiant, and jade-like oval face turned a delicate blush, and her alluring eyes closed tightly.

He Ming himself was also experiencing an unbearable tingling and itching in his penis, and had long wanted to thrust forcefully, but had been holding back out of consideration for Wang Yuxin. Now, hearing Wang Yuxin's words, he immediately and without restraint thrust his penis into Wang Yuxin's warm, tender, moist, and tight vagina, pumping and thrusting vigorously.

Wang Yuxin felt the hard, hot penis extinguish the piercing itch, bringing waves of blissful pleasure. Especially the way the fleshy ridges around the glans scraped against the tender flesh of the vaginal walls as it entered and exited the vagina, an unprecedented pleasure, so intoxicating and intoxicating, surged into her heart like a tidal wave, rushing to her head and sweeping throughout her body. Wang Yuxin tilted her head back in pleasure, her cherry-like mouth opening as she moaned contentedly, "Ah! Ah!"

He Ming also felt the soft, warm flesh of the erotic cave, the friction making his penis and glans feel incredibly pleasurable and fulfilling. He then began to thrust even more forcefully.

Under He Ming's thrusting, Wang Yuxin gradually reached her peak, experiencing one orgasm after another. Her slender waist danced like willow catkins in the wind, and her plump, white buttocks frequently arched up to meet He Ming's thrusts. Her plump, rounded legs moved with a rhythmic thud, her beautiful face as radiant as a flower, a hint of wantonness in her eyes, her lips slightly parted, panting and moaning wantonly, "Husband...you're doing it so well...I...I'm so happy...ah! Oh! That's it...faster."

Suddenly, Wang Yuxin let out a sweet "Ah!" Her soft hands and long, white legs clung tightly to He Ming like an octopus, her vagina contracting rapidly, a gush of hot fluid shooting out, Wang Yuxin experiencing a blissful climax.He Ming still couldn't get the gold, and he didn't ejaculate along with Wang Yuxin. His penis remained hard as iron, and he thrust in and out excitedly. Wang Yuxin, feeling both physically and mentally satisfied, had her eyes slightly open, a faint smile on her lips, her pretty face flushed with desire, and her lower body dripping with lustful fluid. She lay limply on the sofa, letting He Ming thrust into her. After a moment, He Ming helped the girl up, made her kneel on the sofa, and gently inserted his penis.

Wang Yuxin's vagina was overflowing with love juice, and He Ming's penis was extremely hard, allowing it to penetrate deeper and deeper into her hot, honeyed hole without any obstruction: "Mmm...wife...you...your little hole...inside...mmm...it's so tight...ah..."

Wang Yuxin slightly opened her eyes, responding with a half-smile: "Ah...yes...yes...you...mmm...ah...your penis is too...too big...mmm..."

He Ming's glans had already passed through the outer part of her plump, narrow vagina, entering her soft, ready-to-receive inner chamber, and soon the base of his penis was bearing the pressure of her vaginal opening: "Ah...sister...I...oh...I...it's all the way in...mmm...you...you inside...ah...so tight...so warm...oh..."

"Oh...so...comfortable...mmm...you...you've filled me up so...ah...so full..."

"Xiao Xin... does it feel good..."

The adorable Wang Yuxin nodded earnestly, "Mmm... Husband... yes... I like it so much... mmm... you're inside me..."

He Ming arched his back, tenderly pressing his chest against her back, hugging her from behind, slowly and gently thrusting his penis deep inside her vagina: "Xiao Xin... I love you..."

"Mmm...oh...husband...you're so good...oh...I...love you so much too...ah...mmm..."

Wang Yuxin enjoyed the thrusting of the penis and He Ming's kisses on her back, while gently swaying her hips back and forth to welcome the penetration. Her moans gradually turned into deep, guttural sounds, and the amplitude of her thrusts gradually increased. She also used the sphincter muscles of her small vagina to clench the base of the penis in waves: "Ugh...ah...mmm...mmm...hum...husband..."

He Ming felt that although Wang Yuxin's vagina was still quite tight, it had become accustomed to the invading penis. The tender flesh against the shaft contained warm liquid, which overflowed with his shallow thrusts, wetting his pubic hair and scrotum. He guessed that Wang Yuxin's vagina craved more intense stimulation, so he straightened his upper body and almost pulled his penis out of Wang Yuxin's vagina. He saw that the shaft was covered with a layer of clear liquid, and the head of the penis was sandwiched between her slightly turned-out, plump mons pubis and her rosy labia minora.

“Husband…”

Wang Yuxin felt me almost completely withdraw from her body. She opened her eyes and looked at He Ming with some confusion through the mirror reflection. He Ming took advantage of this moment and thrust forward forcefully, his slippery penis being squeezed all the way into Wang Yuxin’s vagina. The tight, pleasurable sensation at the glans made him involuntarily exhale: “Ah… ah.”

“Ah… ya…” Wang Yuxin’s cries were much louder than He Ming’s. She bent over, burying her face in the sofa, but her buttocks were still raised high: “Yes… yes… husband… harder… harder… thrust… oh…”

He Ming could no longer suppress his desire for smooth thrusting. Encouraged by Wang Yuxin, he thrust forcefully without restraint, pulling his penis almost entirely out with each stroke, then quickly pushing it back into Wang Yuxin’s hungry cavity. The intense movements and waves of pleasure made him pant: “Hmm… oh… wife… like this…” "Hoo... Is it... comfortable..."

Fortunately, the soundproofing of the KTV room was good, and with romantic music playing, otherwise Wang Yuxin's moans would have been heard by the people outside.

"Ah... Ah... Ah ah ah... Ya... Good... Good... Ee... Ee... Comfortable... Harder... Harder... Thrust... Ya... Ah..."

Wang Yuxin's snow-white buttocks trembled slightly with each thrust. Her inner thighs were already reddened by He Ming's impact, her mons pubis was wet with the lustful fluid brought out by my penis, and her tender labia minora opened and closed with each thrust, making a "sizzling" sound. Honestly, such intense visual stimulation would make He Ming surrender prematurely and ejaculate, so he tried to distract himself: "...Xiao Xin... um... why... why... ah... want me... to... thrust... hard..."

"Ugh... um... um... because... because... Xiao Xin is naughty... ah... so good... ah"

"No... naughty... how... naughty..."

"Because... because... I... am so lewd... want brother... um... to fuck me... love... to make love..."

Wang Yuxin, who started to speak incoherently, propped herself up and looked at He Ming in the mirror with unfocused eyes: "But... but... ah... I didn't... didn't... be good... um... oh... let brother... fuck... after we separated... I... still... um... still... often... masturbate... um... naughty... brother... you... ee... harder... so good... I... oh... never... never... masturbate again..."

Oh my god! Hearing these words aroused He Ming's lust even more. In the mirror, he saw Wang Yuxin's two white, tender, horn-like breasts dangling between her arms, which were supporting her on the bed, bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts.

He Ming quickened the pace of his thrusts while reaching out to cup Wang Yuxin's breasts, letting her nipples rub against his palms as they swayed. Her nipples were still erect and swollen, like two ripe cherries. “Eek…oh…oh…brother…brother…you’re touching…me…ah…so…comfortable…ah…ah…”

Wang Yuxin lowered her head again, trying to raise her buttocks as high as possible. He Ming’s rapid thrusting and the abundant flow from Wang Yuxin’s vagina created a light rhythm of “soothing…squirting…”, interspersed with the sound of his scrotum slapping against her mons pubis. Whenever a soft “slapping” sound came out, Wang Yuxin would let out a particularly loud moan: “Hmm…ah…yeah…” Perhaps it was because he was touching the area near her clitoris?

“Ah…little…wife…you…hum…oh…so hot…so…so tight…”

He Ming was about to lose control of his urge to ejaculate, shouting ecstatically: “I…I want…ah…almost…”

"Eek...yes...husband...use...harder...ah...thrust into me...put...your...cock...um...all...all...give it to me...ah...ah..."

Wang Yuxin cried out passionately, her vagina subtly pulsating, causing the glans, deeply buried in her vagina, to swell and throb with blood, rubbed by her tender flesh, making it itchy, numb, and extremely pleasurable...

Wang Yuxin's slender fingers gripped the sofa cushion tightly, her pretty face pressed against it: "Ah...thrust...so deep...ee...yes...yes...harder...my...little...little hole...is so...so...so swollen...ah...ee..."

He Ming's hands supported the point where her waist and hips met, his upper body upright as he thrust desperately: "Xiao Xin...um...you...you're too tight...I...can't...take...it...anymore..."

“I…I…ah…ah…yes…yes…yes…oh…”

Wang Yuxin’s hot liquid kept overflowing, and the “oh” was drawn out and high-pitched. In the mirror, she frowned tightly and opened her small mouth: “Oh…oh…” Then her cries suddenly became rapid and short: “Ah…yes…baby…baby…ah…ya…ya…”

The tightening of her vagina made He Ming realize: Wang Yuxin had actually climaxed before him…

He Ming couldn’t control himself and desperately made his final sprint: “Ah…Xiao Xin…I…I’m going to…cum…”

After the climax, Wang Yuxin, who had been shouting loudly, was panting and could only make “hmm…hmm…” sounds with the thrusts. But as soon as she heard He Ming was about to ejaculate, she raised her head and looked at her boyfriend through the mirror with a charming smile: “Yay…brother…baby…yes…cum for me…good boy…cum inside your little hole…”

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He Ming stopped thrusting, burying his penis deep into Wang Yuxin's small, warm, and wet passage, his rock-hard penis throbbing with each thrust...

"That's right...um...I feel it...ah...husband...yes...just like that...shoot it all into me...shoot it inside me..."

As thick semen gushed into the depths of Wang Yuxin's vagina, He Ming couldn't help but tremble slightly, his thighs twitching slightly. He gritted his teeth and hummed in rhythm with his ejaculation: "Um...um..."

"Ah...husband...you shot so much..."

"Um...you...you're...sucking inside..."

Indeed, He Ming felt Wang Yuxin's vagina contracting rhythmically...

"Hehe..."

Wang Yuxin smiled playfully: "My uterus wants to carry your baby..."

He Ming was startled, not wanting to create another little He Ming, so he said, "But... don't... forget to take your birth control pills..."

"Don't worry... at least for the first few years, I want to enjoy my husband's love all to myself... and then..."

He Ming wrapped his arms around Wang Yuxin's slender waist, pressing against her back. Although his penis had ejaculated inside her vagina, it remained semi-erect, unwilling to withdraw: "And then what?"

"Then... I'll have your baby... and then... I'll love you, love our baby... Oh my god! How could I say such cheesy things!" As she said this, a happy smile spread across Wang Yuxin's face.

Chapter 201 Breast Grabbing

The next day, when He Ming got up, he found that there was another person in the house. It was Meng Lei, who was preparing for hypnotherapy. She was busy preparing breakfast.

"I couldn't help it, I just got up and she came knocking on the door. As soon as she came in, she started preparing breakfast. No matter how I tried to persuade her, it was no use!"

Xia Jingmei explained helplessly to He Ming.

He Ming naturally understood that such a naive girl, owing favors, couldn't feel at ease without doing something to repay them, so persuasion was useless.

It all seemed to rewind to a few months ago, when He Ming finished breakfast with a touch of warmth, then reluctantly headed to school.

Because he didn't know the outcome of Meng Lei's treatment, He Ming spent the entire morning anxiously waiting. As soon as school was over, he rushed out and home without a moment's delay.

He Ming ran into the living room and found Xia Jingmei sitting on the sofa, her face slightly anxious, her hands clasped together, unsure where to place them.

"Aunt Xia, how is it?"

He Ming asked impatiently.

"It's just started. Because the treatment requires a quiet environment, it's best if no one is present. I'll just have to wait here!"

Xia Jingmei said anxiously.

He Ming paced back and forth. He knew what the consequences would be for Meng Lei if the treatment failed. How could he calm down just standing here?

"I'll go upstairs and check!"

Unable to stand any longer, He Ming told Xia Jingmei and headed upstairs.

"Hey? Be careful, don't make any noise. The master said hypnosis needs a quiet environment to succeed!"

Xia Jingmei quickly warned.

"Okay!"

He Ming agreed and carefully made his way upstairs. He quietly approached the room that had been specially reserved for the old hypnotist the night before. A low, slightly muffled voice came from inside; the soundproofing was so good that it was hard to hear what it was saying without careful listening.

He Ming peered through the peephole and saw Meng Lei sitting in a chair, her expression somewhat dazed, as if she had lost her soul. The hypnotist stood before her, asking questions slowly and deliberately. Listening intently, he could make out the gist of it.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

This was the question the old hypnotist was asking.

"No!"

Meng Lei replied without much emotion, still as wooden as ever.

He Ming felt a surge of joy. He hadn't expected Meng Lei to be so beautiful and innocent, yet she had never had a boyfriend. This meant she was still a pure girl. "Loving someone isn't about loving their hymen"—that's true, but even if you love someone deeply, can you completely disregard their purity? Certainly not. It's just that it varies from person to person; there will always be some degree of virginity, unless you're a man with a naturally twisted mind.

However, He Ming was puzzled. What was this old man's motive for asking such a young girl? Was he plotting something?

"So you're still a virgin?"

the hypnotist asked again, but beneath his solemn expression, the words he uttered were anything but formal, sounding extremely awkward.

He Ming froze, then instantly flew into a rage. Was this hypnotist a lecherous old man, using therapy as a pretext for illicit activities? He wanted to push the door open, but hesitated. He knew nothing about hypnosis; perhaps this was a necessary step?

"Mmm!"

Meng Lei nodded blankly. Most girls would blush and hide their embarrassment at such a sensitive question, but she seemed oblivious, answering quickly and decisively.

He Ming clenched his fists, barely able to contain himself, wanting nothing more than to rush in and punch the old man in the face.

"What color are you wearing today?"

The old man didn't stop there, asking another sensitive question.

He Ming nearly lost his temper. He had long considered Meng Lei his possession, and being "teased" like this would make any man explode, but the last vestige of reason made his right hand, which was raising to push the door open, freeze in mid-air.

"Pink!"

Meng Lei answered again, without the slightest hesitation.

Next, the old hypnotist didn't press further, but did something surprising: he reached out his thin right hand and gradually moved it towards Meng Lei's chest.

Seeing that the old man was about to succeed, He Ming couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed open the door, rushed into the room, and pinned the stunned old man to the bed, delivering several punches.

Meng Lei, having recovered as the door slammed open, saw He Ming pinning the hypnotist who had treated her to the bed and kicking her. Not knowing what was happening, she quickly tried to pull him away, repeatedly shouting, "Stop! What happened? Stop!"

Although He Ming was furious, Meng Lei's intervention made him hesitant to continue, fearing he might hurt the girl. He reluctantly stopped, glaring at the old man with resentment.

"Why are you hitting me, you little brat?"

The old hypnotist struggled to his feet, glaring at He Ming with eyes brimming with tears.

"What happened? What happened?"

Xia Jingmei rushed into the room, asking in surprise, apparently startled by the loud noise of He Ming banging on the door.

"Chairwoman Xia, you need to give me a reasonable explanation!"

The old man pointed to his increasingly swollen cheek and demanded.

"Xiao Ming, what exactly happened?"

Xia Jingmei looked at He Ming, her face showing an unusually serious expression.

"He asked Sister Meng some extremely lewd questions, and... and he even tried to touch her!"

He Ming was furious and didn't think much before explaining. It was only because he was facing Xia Jingmei; if it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother explaining in such a state of extreme anger!

Upon hearing this, Meng Lei's face flushed with shame and anger, and she looked at the old man with a questioning expression. Xia Jingmei was the same; the slight, polite smile on her face had gradually disappeared!

"Alright, alright!" The old man, feeling uneasy under the three's gaze, gradually lost his composure. He waved his hand helplessly and said, "

Let me explain. To treat a mental patient, you must hypnotize her before proceeding with psychological guidance. But to make her subconsciously believe what I say during this process, the hypnosis needs to be deep enough. And to gauge the depth, you have to test it with such sensitive questions to see if the patient will awaken due to subconscious resistance."

"You said you were asking a question? Then why did you reach out and touch her?"

He Ming naturally wouldn't believe it so easily. He'd been deceived many times before and had long since learned to be wary at all times.

"Does this even need an explanation? This is, of course, to test whether she'll resist. Did you really think I'd have any impure thoughts about such a young girl?"

the hypnotist said angrily.

He Ming knew the hypnotist was most likely telling the truth, and although he felt much better, he hadn't completely let down his guard.

"I've said everything I needed to say, Chairman Xia. It seems I can't continue treating this girl's illness. But before that, your son beat me without reason; shouldn't you give a reasonable explanation?"

The old man, having been brutally beaten, naturally wouldn't give up so easily.

"I'm sorry, Master. The child was ignorant; please don't take it to heart. I'll take you to the hospital later, and I'll compensate you for all the losses!"

Xia Jingmei quickly apologized in a low voice, showing that the old hypnotist was definitely a very prestigious figure.

"Xiao Ming, you haven't apologized to the Master yet!"

Xia Jingmei then glanced at He Ming with a reproachful look.

"I'm sorry, Master, I acted impulsively!"

Although He Ming was extremely unwilling, he seemed to see the shadow of his mother in Xia Jingmei, so his heart softened and he apologized, not wanting to put his adoptive mother in a difficult position.

"Alright, alright, for your sake, Director Xia, let's leave it at that for today!"

The old hypnotist also knew when to stop. Xia Jingmei was, after all, a shareholder of a large company. Jincheng was a well-known enterprise in Jiangzhou and could be considered extremely wealthy. It wouldn't be a good thing to fall out over such a small matter.

Chapter 202 Hypnosis (Part 1)

He Ming didn't know if he had really misunderstood the old man, but he no longer wanted to dwell on this issue. Three words kept lingering in his mind—hypnosis.

There were many TV shows and movies about hypnosis, and He Ming had seen them before. They portrayed it as something supernatural, as if once you mastered this seemingly mysterious thing, you could do whatever you wanted. However, a little online research would reveal that hypnosis in reality was far from being so miraculous; otherwise, the world would probably have been in chaos long ago.

But He Ming didn't want to defy fate at all; he just wanted the truth. Whose truth? Chen Xuan's mother's, the woman's truth. Specifically, he wanted to find out exactly how many nude photos he had and where they were hidden. Once that was solved, he would regain the upper hand.

After seeing Meng Lei answer his most private questions without hesitation after being hypnotized, He Ming thought of this method. However, to hypnotize Chen Xuan's mother, the woman, he first needed to know hypnosis.

Hypnosis often appeared in movies and books, seemingly commonplace, but in reality, it was rare to hear of anyone possessing it. Of course, if He Ming wanted to find a master, he wouldn't need to search far and wide; there was already one, but that person had just been taught a lesson by him.

He Ming was somewhat troubled. He had made up his mind to learn hypnosis, but how could he get the old man he had offended to agree to take him as a disciple?

After much deliberation, He Ming had a preliminary plan. First, he would cultivate a good relationship with the old man. Second, he would tell a lie and have Xia Jingmei intervene, seeing if her influence could persuade the old man to agree.

Having made up his mind, He Ming prepared to act. For the next two weeks, whenever he had the chance to see the old man, he would fawn over him, serving him tea and water. Through tireless efforts, his relationship improved significantly.

During their conversations, he learned that the old hypnotist's surname was Fang, so he simply followed Xia Jingmei's suggestion and addressed him as Grandpa Fang.

As for Meng Lei's condition, it not only did not worsen but also improved greatly. Her speech and behavior gradually became much more composed, and her demeanor became more dignified and elegant, evolving from a naive young girl into a noble goddess who was unapproachable.

Seeing that the innocent and lively Menglei of the past, almost childlike, was no more, and that she was on the verge of recovery, He Ming was happy for her, but he didn't know whether this was good or bad for him. Their interactions were no longer as natural and intimate as before; it was as if an invisible wall had been erected. Menglei, whose thinking was gradually returning to normal, seemed to be beginning to understand the difference between men and women!

Although He Ming felt somewhat disappointed, he didn't want to watch them grow further apart, so he deliberately tried to find topics to chat with Menglei about, hoping to salvage their fading intimacy.

Besides this, He Ming's application for a second factory had been approved, and based on previous experience, he recruited dozens more people, all introduced by his current factory colleagues. He didn't approach Wei Jie again, partly because he didn't want to trouble him again, and partly because everyone has their own selfish motives, and he really didn't want to recruit people from within his own circle.

Of course, He Ming hadn't forgotten about finding a mentor. After finishing the factory work, it was already early January. One evening, he finally couldn't resist telling his adoptive mother about his idea.

"Aunt Xia, I want to learn hypnosis from Grandpa Fang!"

He Ming was a little uneasy because he didn't know Xia Jingmei's opinion on this matter. If she objected, without her help, the chances of successfully becoming her apprentice would be much smaller.

"Why would you suddenly have such an idea?"

Xia Jingmei stared at her adopted son with suspicion.

"Oh, it's like this, there are some older children in the Love Orphanage who were abandoned because they have mental illnesses. You know the conditions there are very difficult, and it's impossible for them to afford a hypnotist. So I hope to learn it and help them become normal people!"

He Ming had already prepared his excuse and spoke without hesitation. He knew that given Xia Jingmei's kind nature, she was likely to agree, but he still couldn't help but worry.

"Orphanage? Are you sure they don't have some kind of congenital neurological disease? You should have heard from your Grandpa Fang that hypnosis can only treat mental illnesses caused by acquired stimuli!"

Xia Jingmei asked. She understood that some children were abandoned from a young age because of intellectual disabilities, which was a kind of congenital neurological defect, not a mental illness. Of course, she had overheard Master Fang mentioning these things recently.

“They are mentally ill. We often have volunteers from the hospital at our facility. They unconditionally check the children’s health. Some have congenital physical defects, while a few are indeed mentally ill due to acquired stimuli!”

He Ming didn’t lie about this at all.

“I see!”

Xia Jingmei hesitated for a moment, then murmured, “Your Grandpa Fang is very famous in the world, but I’ve never heard of him having any apprentices. It seems he doesn’t accept just anyone!”

“That’s why I told you. I hope you can talk to him and put in a good word for me!”

He Ming said pleadingly.

“Okay, I’ll try when I have the chance!”

Xia Jingmei pondered for a long time before agreeing.

On Saturday afternoon, He Ming, unusually, stayed home and helped Xia Jingmei and Meng Lei prepare dinner. Since the dishes were quite plentiful, he naturally had to lend a hand. As for his purpose, it was, of course, to become her apprentice.

Meng Lei, having taken a year off from school, had nothing to do and decided to spend the whole day here, taking care of all the household chores perfectly. No one could persuade her otherwise; she was clearly determined to repay the favors she owed in this way.

Around seven o'clock, the old hypnotist arrived, took his seat, and seeing the sumptuous dinner on the table, repeatedly apologized for disturbing them. In fact, he didn't know the true purpose of this lavish feast; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have said that.

After a long meal, and after countless glances from her adopted son, Xia Jingmei finally began to probe the old hypnotist.

"Master Fang, Menglei's condition is getting better and better. Thank you so much!"

Xia Jingmei didn't jump straight to the point, choosing a gradual approach. If she had said it all at once, everyone would have felt it was abrupt.

"Yes, thank you so much, Grandpa Fang!"

Menglei, unaware of He Ming's desire to become his apprentice, quickly chimed in to express her gratitude.

"Hehe, it's nothing. This child's illness isn't complicated, and treating it isn't that difficult!"

A hint of pride appeared on the old man's face, clearly somewhat smug.

"To be honest, I asked a friend to contact you a long time ago, but each time the reply was that I didn't have time. A hypnotist of your renown must be very busy!"

Xia Jingmei didn't continue.

“Yes, I’m always on the go, barely having any free time!”

The old man sighed, then added, “Actually, I’m so old, I don’t care about money, but since they’ve hired me, they must have patients in urgent need of treatment. I can’t just stand by and do nothing!”

“Hmm, that’s true. You must take care of your health, sir!”

Xia Jingmei continued on this seemingly unrelated topic, making He Ming, who was standing to the side, a little anxious. He wondered if his adoptive mother had changed her mind.

“Sigh, that’s all we can do. There’s really no other way!”

Old Fang shook his head helplessly.

“Have you thought about hiring an assistant?”

Xia Jingmei got to the point.

“An assistant?”

Old Fang was taken aback, then said, “You mean my disciple?”

“Yes, if I had my disciple help, wouldn’t I be much more relaxed?”

Xia Jingmei said with a calm smile.

“Hehe, I’m quite well-known in the hypnosis circle. Have you seen any reports about my disciple?”

Old Fang didn’t answer directly, but asked in a nonchalant tone.

"No, not at all. Don't you have any disciples?"

Xia Jingmei began to probe the old man's intentions.

"To tell you the truth, Xia, I did have a few disciples, but hypnosis is all about talent. They studied for a year and a half and still didn't know anything, so I kicked them out. I forbade them from ever calling themselves my disciples again. I couldn't bear that embarrassment!"

The old man said, his face turning somewhat grim.

"So the old man isn't against taking disciples, he just hasn't found anyone with talent!"

He Ming thought to himself, a weight lifted from his heart. At the same time, he saw his beautiful foster mother give him a look, realizing the time had come. He stood up, walked to the old man, knelt down, and sincerely said, "Grandpa Fang, please accept me as your disciple!"

"This..."

The old man was somewhat stunned by this sudden turn of events.

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