Amidst the riotous flowers

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Fengzhi didn't return to Sun Qian's house until lunchtime. Jiaming had only told her to go back first, but he had disappeared. Fengzhi knew he was feeling guilty, so it was for the best, to avoid arousing suspicion from Sun Qian and Xiao Bei.

She took a taxi back. Xiao Bei and Sun Qian were already eating lunch, and Sun Qian greeted them, "Why are you so late? We couldn't wait any longer."

The table was laden with food: steamed lobster, boiled crab, and even turtle soup with chicken. The turtle's head was sticking out of the soup bowl, looking just like a man's genitals.

Sun Qian had redone her makeup; she wore a low-cut, backless top that exposed her fair, full shoulders, and a tight-fitting short skirt, all fiery red from top to bottom, including her red stockings and red shoes.

Her hair was rose-red, her face flushed from drinking, and her lips were a glossy, blood-red hue, a vibrant, almost overwhelming red that exuded passion and alluring charm.

Xiao Bei, also dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and trousers, looked like they had been drinking for some time. Despite being drunk, Xiao Bei's face wasn't flushed, but rather pale and bluish.

Feng Zhi hurriedly washed up in the bathroom, wearing Sun Qian's nightgown, with only two thin straps digging into her plump shoulders. Feeling somewhat guilty about what happened with Jia Ming, she was extra affectionate and attentive to Xiao Bei: "Don't drink anymore."

"Yes, we already got one drunk this morning." Sun Qian, holding a piece of abalone, smiled at the plump piece. She then picked up a wine glass and stared at it, laughing blankly.

Feng Zhi took Xiao Bei's glass, seemingly triggered by a memory. The smile that had been plastered on her face now froze on her lips.

Xiao Bei leaned to one side, placing his hand on her shoulder, lingering on her rounded area and caressing it. Then, his hand brazenly slipped inside her open neckline, grasping her unbraced breasts.

Feng Zhi glanced over, swaying her body affectionately. Her eyes quickly swept over Sun Qian, but she turned her head to look at the windowsill. In a sapphire blue porcelain plate, a cactus was about to bloom. Its thick, dark green leaves stretched out in all directions like a nest of green snakes, and a touch of red on the tip resembled a snake's forked tongue.

Fengzhi placed her hand on Xiaobei's thigh, feeling a surge of warmth and romance from her husband, a warmth that had never been so intense. Her hand moved upwards, eventually touching the thick, erect penis inside Xiaobei's pants. A shiver ran through her; having seen Jiaming's penis before, she now compared it to her husband's, and they were truly different. She hadn't noticed before, but Jiaming's was longer, and the pubic hair was softer and more manageable, unlike Xiaobei's coarse and messy one. As he touched it, it felt like he had penetrated deep into her, tickling her heart with a tingling, numbing sensation. Especially his initial shyness, followed by so many caresses and tenderness once inside, his numerous techniques and methods—she realized that a knowledgeable man was different.

Thinking this, the irritating little beast within her leaped out, writhing and thrashing about, making her feel burning with desire. Unconsciously, she increased the pressure on Xiao Bei's member, her own breasts swelling uncomfortably, her nipples erect in his hand, and her thighs clenching tightly involuntarily.

Xiao Bei's lust intensified, and he thrust his member out, pressing her head down under the table in front of Sun Qian.

She involuntarily bent down, kneeling on the floor and taking his glans into her mouth. Lubricated by her saliva, the glans swelled even more, throbbing restlessly in her tight mouth. She busily stroked it, her tongue exploring every nook and cranny.

Despite her wantonness, Sun Qian felt a little flustered. She pushed away her cup, placed her hand on the back of the chair, and sent a knowing glance over. Xiao Bei grinned and smirked, enjoying himself, his eyes teasingly fixed on Sun Qian's alluring gaze. The alcohol was already burning within Sun Qian, and the sensual stimulation from the couple made her realize she was completely soaked. Her stockings clung coolly to her thighs, and her hand instinctively reached down.

Feng Zhi, lying under the table, saw Sun Qian's legs spread wide, revealing no underwear beneath her stockings, a tuft of messy pubic hair glistening. At that moment, Xiao Bei lifted her up from under her armpits and pulled down her underwear. Feng Zhi feigned shyness, half-resisting, half-yielding, twisting her body but turning her buttocks towards her husband. Then, Xiao Bei lifted her and thrust into his crotch. His penis, as if guided by eyes, slid straight into her vagina. Feng Zhi cried out, "Why are you here?" while secretly working up and down.

Sun Qian watched coldly as Feng Zhi's short hair flew wildly, her cheeks flushed, and her bright eyes blinked intermittently. Her buttocks swayed wildly, her body moving like a willow in the wind. Sun

Qian felt a shiver run through her, and a trickle of fluid welled up from deep within her lower abdomen. She got up to leave, but as she passed Feng Zhi, Feng Zhi let out a soft cry and pulled her into a tight embrace.

Feng Zhi, holding Sun Qian's waist, leaned forward, and Xiao Bei felt a sudden emptiness in his penis, which slipped away from her.

He could no longer sit still; he stood up, thrusting his hips forward like a dragonfly skimming the water's surface, a swallow flying into its nest, and his enormous member plunged back in.

Xiao Bei's lower body didn't stop thrusting, but he reached out a hand to caress Sun Qian's cheek, then leaned in and kissed her lips. Their lower bodies were separated by Feng Zhi, and they stretched out their bodies, their tongues intertwining and dancing.

Feng Zhi's face nestled against Sun Qian's lower abdomen, and with one hand, she unzipped Sun Qian's short skirt, pulling it down to her ankles along with her stockings. She could see Sun Qian's private parts clearly; the smooth, plump sides revealed a small, protruding object like a rooster's comb. Unable to resist her curiosity, she touched it with her fingers. With just one touch, Sun Qian's legs trembled violently, and the lustful fluid from her vulva seeped down her thighs.

Sun Qian let out a soft moan, raising her hands above her head, removing a hair clip from her long, rose-red hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders and breasts like a waterfall.

She knew her desire had been aroused at this moment. As she unbuttoned Xiao Bei's shirt, her fingers trembled with impatience. She saw Xiao Bei's broad chest again, glistening with fine beads of sweat.

Xiao Bei didn't stop his thrusting; instead, he thrust his hips forcefully, making Feng Zhi, who was bent over, moan softly. She tried to offer him her large buttocks, crying out, "Sister Qian, save me! My back is about to break!" Sun Qian

said, "Let's go to the bed." She moved her feet, throwing off the stockings and skirt on her feet.

Xiao Bei slapped Feng Zhi's buttocks. As his penis withdrew from her vagina, Feng Zhi suddenly felt as if she were about to collapse, her legs weak and powerless, and she slumped into a chair.

Xiao Bei, drawing strength from who-knows-where, picked up Sun Qian and carried her to her bedroom. Sun Qian wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his face incessantly. When Feng Zhi caught her breath and followed him into the bedroom, she saw Sun Qian, her body exposed like a soft, yielding beach.

Xiao Bei lay on top of her, his long tongue roaming over her glistening white skin, like a sand crab diligently searching for food to satisfy its hunger.

Feng Zhi didn't get into bed; she had already removed her pajamas and knelt naked on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, fully appreciating the sensual scene before her. Feeling unbearably hot all over, Xiao Bei's tongue was licking Sun Qian's firm, high breasts. His tongue skillfully circled around her nipples, sometimes circling the crimson areolas, sometimes swiftly skimming over the nipples, teasing Sun Qian until she couldn't stop moaning, as if a million ants were crawling all over her body.

Fengzhi manipulated Sun Qian's thighs with her hands. Sun Qian's skin was delicate and smooth, feeling slippery to the touch. Moving upwards, she reached her plump vulva, already soaked with lustful fluids. Her labia were throbbing and blooming, the clitoris peeking out delicately. Fengzhi brushed it with her fingertips, and the clitoris, like a shy woman, retreated into the doorway. Sun Qian then cried out incoherently, her whole body arching like a boiled shrimp.

Sun Qian was burning with passion and desire. She reached out and groped haphazardly in the air, suddenly and firmly grasping Xiao Bei's erect member at his waist. She eagerly pulled it down to her lower body, arching her buttocks to meet it. With little effort, she swallowed it, and the two pressed tightly together.

Xiao Bei reached out and tightly embraced her slender waist, Sun Qian's waist hanging precariously, her genitals bulging out. Xiao Bei then thrust powerfully, pumping and pounding, sending her soaring to the heavens. She couldn't help but moan softly, like a child's sleep-like cries.

Feng Zhi watched the man and woman's bodies intertwined, seeing the penetration and the gush of her juices. Her lustful heart was filled with irrepressible desire, and she quickly climbed onto the bed, sprawling beside Sun Qian, raising her plump, tender buttocks high.

Xiao Bei withdrew his wet penis and inserted it into the tangled mess between her buttocks, thrusting wildly and violently for a while, then thrusting back in. He teased her on one side, then thrust in on the other. Seeing Sun Qian's eyes roll back, her once dark pupils seemingly gone, and her legs kicking wildly, Fengzhi knew her climax was near. She helped support her thighs, her hands teasing and caressing her vulva. Xiao Bei, seeing

Sun Qian's buttocks swaying like a whirlwind, her vagina tightly gripping him, his glans feeling as if it were being bitten, trembled violently, his semen gushing out, a torrent of fluid that even Sun Qian couldn't contain, mingling with her own vaginal fluids.

After the climax, a lingering weariness followed. Sun Qian hastily pulled a towel over her lower body, ignoring the remnants of their debauchery, and sprawled out to sleep.

It wasn't until almost evening that Jiaming returned home. He quietly opened the door; the living room was empty, and Xiao Bei's apartment remained locked. He strolled into the bedroom and saw Sun Qian lying on the bed, still half-asleep. He was used to seeing her sleeping naked. Just as he was about to head to the bathroom, he turned around and saw Sun Qian lying on the bed, eyes open, facing him.

Jiaming observed her expression: her brows were furrowed, her eyes gleamed coldly, and she was pouting, as if she were sulking. He quickly moved closer, pressing his face against the edge of the bed, and said, "I have some urgent business to attend to." He felt his words sounded somewhat unnatural and became increasingly suspicious that he had blushed slightly when he answered.

She smiled, her eyes narrowing, her nose slightly wrinkled, revealing a seductive charm. "Why are you so nervous?"

"Oh, so you were just kidding me." He pulled her close and tried to kiss her, but Sun Qian covered his lips with her hand. "Go wash up, you still smell like another woman."

Seeing the messy bed, he pulled back the thin blanket covering Sun Qian, revealing a towel between her bare thighs and a clump of matted pubic hair. He feigned displeasure and said, "Well, well done."

"You're allowed to do it, but I'm not?" Sun Qian knew he wasn't really angry, so she smiled and replied, "Go wash up, there's something else for you to do later."

When Jiaming came out of the bathroom, Sun Qian was sitting at the dressing table, playing with her long hair. He couldn't help but gasp. Sun Qian was so relaxed and at ease. She was only wearing a bra, which was unusual—it was very red and made of soft silk or satin.

Only a small portion of her breasts supported her chest, which had been kneaded and shaped countless times by men's bodies and hands, sometimes roughly, sometimes gently, sometimes purely out of passion, sometimes out of dazzling display of skill. They had been molded and ripened, standing firm on her chest like two snow-white, full, and plump loaves of bread, bulging and alluring, making every man's mouth water.

Below, however, was a narrow thong. Jiaming wondered what that small piece of fabric could cover, yet he often found it arousing him to the point of burning desire. In the soft light of the room, she seemed to solidify into a statue full of sensuality, her two long pink legs intertwined, the beautiful curve of her lower abdomen exuding an alluring fragrance.

Jiaming stepped forward and embraced her from behind. He pressed his lips to hers, and her lips responded by moving against his. He tentatively tried to slip his tongue into her mouth, desperately suppressing the fire of desire in his heart, holding her tightly and carefully.

Sun Qian's fingers gently caressed his cheek, igniting a fierce fire within him. Just as he tried to take things further, Sun Qian twisted her body in protest and pushed him away.

Jiaming, bored, strolled out of the living room. He was astonished to see Fengzhi, also wearing only a thin nightgown, lazily stretching out on the sofa. Her eyes gleamed incredulously, and she smiled alluringly, extending a finger to him. Jiaming went over, placing his hand on her shoulder, but his eyes darted around: "Xiao Bei isn't here?"

"Yes, he's still asleep." Her lips parted slightly, waiting for him. She licked his lips with her tongue, reigniting a faint flame there.

He wrapped his arm around her neck, pressing her head down onto the sofa. She joyfully responded with her hands, embracing his head in return. He closed his eyes and kissed her passionately, a surge of excitement coursing through his body. Fengzhi felt his hands exploring her body; she loved his caresses, his gentle and affectionate movements.

She let the thin straps of her bra slip down, allowing his hands to touch her bare skin. He began to breathe heavily into her mouth.

Fengzhi used her fingers to lift the hem of his bathrobe, sliding them over his underwear and stopping at his thigh, where the muscles were firm and defined. She gently lifted his face, moving it away from her lips and pressing it down onto her high, firm breasts. She felt incredibly good; only he could bring her such pleasure.

He was panting, wanting to cry out. Fengzhi felt his trembling, and then her hand, which had been caressing his genitals, felt a warm current emanating from his body through his underwear. This warmth also flowed through her entire body. She held her breath and hugged him tightly.

The two of them played and laughed freely on the sofa. Fengzhi's usually gentle voice turned into a scream. Jiaming, fearing that Sun Qian and Xiao Bei would hear, quickly covered her mouth and then pulled up the hem of her bathrobe. Only then did he loudly ask Sun Qian in the room what they were having for dinner.

Sun Qian emerged from the room wearing only a bra and panties: "There's plenty of food in the fridge, but I'm afraid you'll have to be the chef."

Jiaming looked distressed: "Why me again?" His eyes lingered on Fengzhi.

Fengzhi volunteered, "I'll help you."

Sun Qian winked at Fengzhi, who, now shameless, shoved Jiaming's back towards the kitchen.

Jiaming was indeed a good cook; his skills had played a significant role in winning Sun Qian's favor.

In the kitchen, Jiaming removed his baggy bathrobe, leaving him shirtless except for an apron. As Fengzhi groped him, she also removed his underwear.

Jiaming was tall and slender, but having trained in sports, he wasn't frail; he was still strong and healthy, with fair skin.

The wanton young woman, Sun Qianzhi, was engaged in a stimulating carnal game in the storage compartment of the car with Lin Li and Mei Hong. They were in a state of blissful ecstasy, reaching the pinnacle of their desires. They moved in perfect harmony, constantly shifting positions.

In the midst of their tender lovemaking, they heard a faint sound outside the storage room. Mei Hong told Lin Li, who said, "No way, there's no one here at this hour." He jokingly added that if it were Gao Yi, things would get even more exciting. Nevertheless, Lin Li opened the door and leaned out. He saw a woman's back at the far end of the carriage, who looked like Bai Jie. A barely perceptible smirk played on his lips, but he told Mei Hong, "No one's here."

Mei Hong saw his long legs stretched taut, his firm, round buttocks swaying seductively before her. Filled with lust, she caressed and kneaded them with both hands, even reaching under his crotch to grasp his wet penis, stroking and rubbing it. When he turned around, a woman had already thrown herself into his arms, offering her scarlet lips to his.

Mei Hong lovingly stroked his hair, helped him sit on a wooden box, and then spread her legs, accurately fitting them onto his erect penis. As she straddled him, her body swayed unsteadily, hesitant to move her hips fully. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her head drooping on his shoulder. Lin Li wrapped his arms around her waist, and she began to move wildly and confidently.

She felt herself ascending to a cloud of pleasure, her face contorted with intense ecstasy. Unable to contain herself any longer, she bit Lin Li's shoulder hard. Lin Li cried out, his nerves momentarily relaxed, and some semen leaked from his glans. He then held her buttocks tightly, thrusting forcefully several times, releasing his pent-up passion. Mei Hong cried out in pleasure, her hips swaying like the wind, before her body went limp and she collapsed into his arms.

Mei Hong didn't dare linger too long. She hugged Lin Li's head and kissed him several times, then quickly pulled up her underwear and quietly left. Along the way, Lin Li's semen flowed out, soaking her underwear and running down her thighs, making her extremely disheveled. Once she lay down on her bunk, fearing Gao Yi's suspicion, she didn't dare change her underwear and could only hastily pull a sheet to wipe the area.

After a while, Lin Li quietly climbed to the upper bunk. In the darkness, seeing Mei Hong's eyes filled with tender affection as she looked at him, he kissed her, and the two drifted off to sleep in blissful contentment.

In the morning, Gao Yi, having slept well, got up very early. These days, Gao Yi had been much more restrained, with fewer opportunities to be intimate with women, and his lower body was already hard and erect. Seeing his wife Mei Hong sleeping soundly, smiling even in her dreams, her pink face delicate and flushed, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. He sat down on her bed, his hands groping under the thin blanket.

He started at her calves, circling her knees where they were plump and had a small indentation, extending down to her thighs. Her rosy skin was smooth and moist. He moved upwards, touching her soaked panties. He thought to himself, "This woman, she hasn't been teased for days, and she's already this wet." He

soon reached her most sensitive spot: the mound of flesh, clumps of pubic hair matted together, the area around her plump vulva glistening with moisture, and white stains on her inner thighs. The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. Even if she was aroused at night, it wouldn't be this much, this wet. And the sheet his other hand was pressing against was also soaking wet. A chill ran through him, and a flood of doubts arose within him. He looked around, then shook the sleeping Mei Hong awake and whispered, "What happened? Did you get raped in your dream?"

Mei Hong was startled by his question. "What? Didn't you do it?"

Gao Yi angrily loosened his belt and peered inside. "If I did it, wouldn't I know?"

Mei Hong knew she couldn't hide it from him, so she said irritably, "I ran into a thief and he raped me." She pulled Gao Yi's head close, kissed his cheek, and said, "You're allowed to be promiscuous, but I can't have my own little fling?"

She then gave a wanton laugh, "Don't be angry. I'll let you have your fun when we get there."

Gao Yi knew he couldn't hide his affair with Bai Jie from her, and he also knew Mei Hong wasn't very discreet about sex in public. He didn't want to argue, so he simply said, "You said it yourself, I'm waiting for you."

"You'll have your fun then," Mei Hong smiled brightly, and the two of them began to tenderly embrace.

If Bai Jie hadn't called out to her husband, Wang Shen, Sun Qian might have slept for who knows how much longer. Seeing Bai Jie's dark circles around her beautiful eyes, Sun Qian knew she hadn't slept well all night, yet she was still up so early.

Sun Qian hurriedly slipped on her shoes, which were a bit dirty. She found some tissues and sat on the edge of her bunk to wipe them, when she suddenly noticed Wang Shen on the upper bunk peeking through her open collar, looking on suspiciously.

A mocking smile appeared on Sun Qian's lips. Instead, she bent over even more, as if preparing a lavish feast for themselves.

Sun Qian knew perfectly well that her breasts were now fully exposed to his gaze. In the summer, her bra was particularly thin and partially supported, and at night she had unhooked the back, revealing her white, bamboo-like breasts swaying against her chest. Her nipples, like two restless birds of prey, peered out with bright red eyes, searching for an opportunity to seduce and devour their prey.

Bai Jie was still chattering incessantly about her husband's clothes, even opening her purse to take out new ones for him, inadvertently shaking out her own underwear as she rummaged through them.

Sun Qian thought Bai Jie looked even more feminine now, looking at her colorful, thin, and sexy little thongs. Sun Qian thought she would definitely tease her properly at that moment.

Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed past her eye. That tall figure always stirred something within Sun Qian. She no longer cared about flirting with Wang Shen; she even left one shoelace untied as she chased after that figure.

Stumbling along, Sun Qian finally caught up with Lin Li at the end of the carriage. She told him to wait, bending down to fasten one shoelace. Lin Li noticed her curvaceous, supple body, a different kind of allure compared to Mei Hong's fuller figure. He told Sun Qian, "I'm going to the dining car to buy breakfast for Gao Yi and Mei Hong." Sun Qian said she was hungry too and was also going to the dining car, so they walked together towards it.

The aisle of the carriage was narrow and crowded, so they could only walk one after the other. Sun Qian, walking behind him, saw his broad shoulders swaying, and she knew she had finally encountered a seed of desire. She suddenly realized that this boy, younger than she had imagined, actually shared many similarities with her in terms of both emotions and way of thinking. Even the unrestrained and arrogant indifference in his eyes, and the slightly contemptuous smile that always lingered at the corner of his mouth, were striking. She thought, this was a seed of desire, just like her own when she was filled with desire.

Because it was morning, the dining car wasn't crowded, and they found a corner to sit down. Sun Qian ordered him a double portion of ham and boiled eggs, while she herself had bread and milk. When the waiter brought it over, he excitedly said, "You're so considerate."

Sun Qian laughed loudly and said, "I know you've been consuming too much energy." He stared at her face, puzzled, his dreamy gaze stirring a secret in Sun Qian's heart. She leaned back in her chair: "I've known Mei Hong for a long time."

"Since freshman year, the first time I took the train home," he replied casually, his eyes lingering unabashedly on Sun Qian's prominent breasts.

Sun Qian held the glass of milk, and through the thick liquid, his figure seemed distorted.

"You gave her your virginity?"

"A freshman and still a virgin? That's a joke!" he laughed loudly. "Let me tell you, I wasn't a virgin when I was fifteen. A classmate's mother stole it from me."

Sun Qian remained unmoved, though surprised inside; her face remained blank, still bearing that radiant smile. "There's no shortage of busty, curvy girls on campus. Do you think I could resist that temptation?" he persisted.

As Sun Qian spoke to him, she kept worrying about whether there were any bread crumbs stuck to her lipstick, constantly wiping her lips with a napkin. She was careful, yet afraid of wiping the lipstick outside the designated area. She laughed and said he was a fruit of desire. He laughed in agreement. Under the table, their legs touched intentionally or unintentionally, carrying a knowing teasing between them. One of her feet, hidden under the table, wasn't wearing stockings; her high heels were off, for comfort. Lin Li kept kicking her shoes or her feet, as if Sun Qian had several pairs of feet.

Both fruits of desire were vying to confess their feelings, yet neither wanted to find an outlet for their desires.

He said, "If you look at me again, I'll get you into bed."

She said, "If you look at me again, I'll be rude to you."

When desire was laid bare on the table, they suddenly felt it should end.

Mei Hong appeared before them silently, like a divine intervention. "So that's why you took so long. Turns out you ran into Teacher Sun. No wonder you couldn't move your legs." Mei Hong crossed her strong arms over her chest, hunched her shoulders, and gave him a cold smile, speaking in a strange tone.

"Let's eat together," Sun Qian mumbled in her throat. Her face remained impassive, her eyes, her lips, even the hollows of her nose were devoid of laughter, yet somewhere somewhere, a trembling smile seemed to be spreading at any moment. People who think they're too cute can't help but smile.

Mei Hong sat down next to Lin Li, waving to the waiter, and turned her head to ask him softly, "Is there anything else you want to order?"

"No, I've had enough," Lin Li said.

The three of them remained in a stalemate. Lin Li was helpless, with unnatural beads of sweat on his face, while Mei Hong's gaze was defiant, radiating a sharp, dagger-like aura against Sun Qian's calm face.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Mei Hong said to him tenderly. "You know, I was so content, I fell asleep right away." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for Sun Qian to hear.

Lin Li looked at Sun Qian awkwardly and mumbled, "It was alright."

Mei Hong teased her lover like a performer, and Sun Qian was sure that her legs were already resting on his. Finally, Lin Li stood up: "You two sit down, Principal Gao is waiting."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

"Sun Qian, you can't do that!" Mei Hong said angrily.

Sun Qian slowly drank the last of her milk, and after a long while, she finally uttered, "Don't glare at me like that, men don't like that, and Lin Li likes it even less."

As evening approached, the train finally arrived in Guilin, and their group, led by the tour guide, quickly settled into a small hotel called Ruian. The humid and hot climate typical of the South made Sun Qian feel uncomfortable all over. As soon as she entered the room, she didn't bother to chat with her roommates and rushed into the bathroom. She took a thorough shower before coming out wrapped in a towel. She heard Zhao Zhen's wife complaining that the hotel was too low-class and that the Education Commission was too stingy, making four people share such a room.

Sun Qian took out her underwear and bra from her suitcase and put them on. Then she found a black short skirt. The skirt was made of light material, densely covered with various shimmering embellishments, which shimmered as it swayed. Afraid of messing up her hair, she started to pull the skirt up from the bottom. When she reached her hips, the skirt became tight, so she didn't dare to pull too hard. She flexibly twisted her hips and finally managed to pull it up. The short skirt was a vest style, with only two thin straps hanging from her shoulders, revealing her two round, lotus-root-like arms and a large part of her back. Her firm, high breasts appeared even fuller in the thin material. Leaving her room, she went to find Bai Jie and the others.

In the hallway, she asked everyone she encountered, whether familiar or unfamiliar, which puzzled the others. Entering Bai Jie's room, she found herself unexpectedly greeted by Bai Jie and Mei Hong, who were living together. The two seemed quite familiar, chatting and laughing as they each commented on their clothes. Upon seeing Sun Qian enter their room, Bai Jie took Mei Hong's arm: "This is Teacher Sun."

"I've met her before," Mei Hong said with a smile, extending her hand to Sun Qian. Sun Qian noticed that Mei Hong, now in her uniform, had lost her imposing, spirited air, instead appearing more charming and feminine.

"Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Where to? Isn't there dinner soon?" Bai Jie brushed aside the messy curls near Sun Qian's ear.

"Anywhere is better than this lousy food. We're in such a nice place, we should explore." Sun Qian went over and took both of their arms. As soon as they stepped out of the room, Gao Yi and Wang Shen came looking for them. Gao Yi, seeing the three beauties, smiled and said, "I was just about to invite you to dinner."

Wang Shen, too, was mesmerized by the three exquisitely beautiful and radiant women, his eyes darting from one to the other, taking in each one thoroughly. He was particularly drawn to Sun Qian; Mei Hong, his boss's wife, wore a blue and white dress with flowing waves of hair, but he didn't dare harbor any romantic feelings.

After leaving, they strolled along the street. Not only Wang Shen, but passersby also couldn't help but stare at the three charming young women. The neon lights flickered, showcasing the dreamlike, heart-stirring prosperity unique to southern cities.

"Sister Qian, we haven't even eaten yet, and you're already covered in sores," Bai Jie said affectionately, twisting her arm around Sun Qian's slender waist.

Sun Qian gently patted her, saying, "What are you saying?"

"Look at the men's eyes on the street, they're practically piercing you like arrows." Bai Jie giggled.

Sun Qian suddenly realized, "That's right, one beautiful woman alone would cause a stir, two would be a huge sensation, let alone the three of us."

"Then the earth would shake, traffic would be paralyzed." Mei Hong chimed in.

"Luckily, the traffic is still flowing smoothly." Sun Qian said.

Gao Yi, in front of a quaint and elegant building, very gentlemanly asked the ladies, "How about we eat here?"

Seeing the bold characters "Juxiangju" on the building, Sun Qian said, "Looks nice, let's go here."

After going upstairs and finding a clean private room, the waiter brought tea. Bai Jie sat down next to Sun Qian and whispered in her ear, "Look at you, your nipples are showing. Aren't you wearing one?"

"Get lost, it's so hot, why not wear something light?" Sun Qian said.

Mei Hong chimed in, "She's got the looks to pull it off, it's the same whether she wears it or not."

"Yeah, I'm not with my husband, I can do whatever I want," Sun Qian retorted, her eyes glaring at Mei Hong.

Bai Jie patted their shoulders, "What's wrong with you two? It's like you've met your match, never-ending."

Mei Hong knew that if this continued, it would only end in mutual destruction, so her voice softened, "Just kidding, Teacher Sun, don't take it seriously."

"Of course not, it's not easy to get together, we're all good friends now," Sun Qian said, seizing the opportunity to show friendliness.

Bai Jie clapped her hands happily, and the three women playfully slapped each other, laughing heartily. Wang Shen, who was engrossed in the menu, looked up in confusion and saw the three women bickering, so he called out, "Let's have some twice-cooked pork, a ladies' dish."

"No, no, Bai Jie, let's order some stir-fried pork kidneys for your husband to nourish him, he looks so tired,"

Sun Qian teased, gently pushing Bai Jie's shoulder.

Bai Jie giggled, her face flushing red: "Get lost, let's order one for Principal Gao instead, don't make Sister Mei Hong suffer."

"Haha, are you really worried about making Mei Hong suffer?" Before Mei Hong could retort, Sun Qian chimed in with a strange tone. Bai Jie's face flushed even more, and she quickly glanced at Gao Yi before lowering her head. Mei Hong understood what Sun Qian meant, and seeing Bai Jie's shy expression, she kept quiet and stopped teasing her. After a

while, the group had ordered enough food, and Sun Qian insisted on drinking. Everyone felt it was a rare occasion to be in such a good mood, so they ordered a bottle of Wuliangye. As soon as the bottle was opened, its unique, rich, and pure aroma filled the room. The dishes were exquisite and plentiful, and there were also several local wild game.

Everyone's cup was filled with wine, and Wang Shen raised his cup first: "Principal Gao, I must toast you. I haven't invited you to drink for so long. You've taken good care of my Bai Jie."

"Wang Shen, you really must toast me. Principal Gao takes such good care of Bai Jie." Sun Qian laughed and urged, making Gao Yi feel embarrassed. He quickly stood up and drank a cup.

Bai Jie pinched Sun Qian's waist hard and yelled, "Ouch, Wang Shen, your wife is pinching me! Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

"Wang Shen, would you care? Just bear with it, haha, who told you to talk nonsense?" Before Wang Shen could react, Gao Yi spoke first.

"Fine, you're all bullying me. Come on, Mei Hong, let's drink." Seeing that she couldn't get anywhere with the two men, Sun Qian turned to Mei Hong. Mei Hong wasn't a heavy drinker, but after being invited by Sun Qian, she reluctantly drank a glass and was already dizzy.

Bai Jie's face turned bright red as soon as she touched the alcohol, her pretty face as if shrouded in a sunset glow, her big eyes shimmering. The buttons on her peony-patterned shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of her black bra. Her body swayed wildly, her black and white striped skirt lifted to her waist, revealing her thighs encased in black stockings all the way to the top. Through her drunken haze, she said to her husband, "Honey, we didn't drink the nuptial wine at our wedding. Today, I'll toast you."

"Come on, let's have a nuptial wine right here," Sun Qian said, clapping her hands.

Wang Shen followed his wife, their arms linked, and drank the wine. Mei Hong also found it amusing and wanted Gao Yi to drink the nuptial wine with her. Gao Yi wasn't happy about it, but he still followed suit, just like Wang Shen and Bai Jie. His eyes, however, were fixed on Bai Jie. Slightly drunk, Bai Jie's pretty face was flushed, and a tuft of hair was loosely tied at her temple,

several strands of which were already falling loose, making her look even more alluring. Sun Qian noticed the throbbing erection beneath his large belly. Suddenly, Mei Hong pinched that spot with her hand, and Sun Qian burst into laughter. Gao Yi stared intently at her, and Mei Hong smiled back at Sun Qian. Wang Shen came over and said, "I'm sorry, I neglected Teacher Sun. Come, let's have a drink."

"Okay, give me a reason. You two were having a toast together, what's the point of drinking with me?" Sun Qian said to him in a provocative manner.

Wang Shen couldn't give a reason, and was just embarrassed and at a loss. Sun Qian raised her glass and stepped forward: "Don't just stand there, we're colleagues, can't we drink?"

Wang Shen had never been so favored by Sun Qian before. A warm and soft body pressed tightly against him, her full and round breasts even touching his ribs. He said cheerfully, "Yes, yes, yes, between colleagues."

One glass wasn't enough, so they drank another, and the bottle was almost empty. Mei Hong said sorry, took some toilet paper and wanted to go to the bathroom. Bai Jie also said to wait for her. She got up and walked out, her two small legs, which looked very delicate under her skirt, twisted and turned, and she walked out with a swaying gait. Mei Hong knew that there must be many eyes on her back, and she slumped her waist even more. Her waist was very thin, and she walked out like a dragon swimming.

Seeing his wife leave, Gao Yi's palms were sweaty, and beads of sweat dripped from his body, like tiny insects crawling on his skin. He suddenly pulled Sun Qian from Wang Shen's arms and placed her on his lap. Sun Qian didn't struggle, shouting, "Aren't you afraid your wife will come back?" yet she still wriggled wantonly in his arms.

Sun Qian felt something hard as iron pressing against her buttocks, and inwardly laughed at Principal Gao, so impulsive at his age. One hand gave that bulge a hard squeeze, and Gao Yi exaggeratedly shouted, "Are you trying to murder me for money?" before slipping his hand under Sun Qian's skirt.

Sun Qian was wearing fishnet stockings; the hand traveled down her thigh to the top, but the stockings had no crotch, so it touched her panties—a narrow strap revealing soft pubic hair on both sides. Gao Yi ran his fingers through the sparse hair, playing with Sun Qian's two plump labia. They were slightly wet, and he could feel them moving, like a baby suckling.

Wang Shen stared at the two of them, dumbfounded. Although his head was throbbing and his eyes were almost closed, he still squinted, his eyes fixed on the mound at the top of Sun Qian's thighs through the skirt Gao Yi had lifted. The fabric under her crotch had been parted by Gao Yi's fingers, revealing Sun Qian's two plump labia and the frost-covered, dewy black pubic hair. He wanted to pounce on her, but his legs wouldn't obey him. He could only try to keep his eyes wide open, staring straight at her, his ears ringing, feeling lightheaded and almost fainting.

At any other time, Sun Qian would have easily taken Luo Tang's hand and thrown herself into his arms, but at this moment, her mind was on Lin Li. She was racking her brains trying to find a way to slip away when Bai Jie and Mei Hong came in. She put her arm around Gao Yi's neck and kissed him passionately, laughing at them and saying, "Hehe, I'm so sorry for stealing your two husbands."

Bai Jie knew that Sun Qian was always reckless when she was crazy, but she didn't know what Mei Hong would think, since they had only known each other for a short time. So she quickly said, "Stop drinking, let's pay the bill and leave."

Sun Qian staggered out of the hotel. A refreshing breeze blew by, sobering her up a bit. Seeing them leading the way, carrying the now completely drunk Wang Shen, into the hotel lobby, she deliberately distanced herself from them. Watching them enter the elevator, she called Lin Li's room from the lobby. A man's voice answered, and after a while, Lin Li answered. Sun Qian told him to get out and walk straight to the right of the hotel. She would wait there, hang up the phone, and leave the hotel.

Small sycamore trees lined the street, their yellow leaves, like forsythia, in full bloom. The small yellow trees stood out vividly against the dark gray walls. The leaves, perched on the treetops, seemed to flutter and sway, each flight a large arc, rushing ahead of people, their landing uncertain. There are some people who seem born to be the fruit of desire. They may not need to say a word, make a gesture, or even glance.

Yet, just standing there, they exude a sharp, dagger-like aura of desire.

Sun Qian and Lin Li got into a taxi, and guided by the driver, they booked a room at a riverside hotel. The clerk unlocked the door, and Sun Qian immediately went straight to the window. The entire room was like a dark yellow frame, holding a large painting within the window. The rich, shimmering river water splashed onto the curtains, staining the edges blue.

"Alright, please close the door behind you." Sun Qian was startled when she heard Lin Li's voice right next to her ear. She turned around, but the waiter had already left. Lin Li leaned against the windowsill, extending one hand to brace against the window frame, blocking her view, and simply smiled at her.

His face was round and broad, with ruddy cheeks, damp eyebrows, and his watery black eyes always held a hint of impatience—a kind of power that subtly and forcefully enveloped, eroded, and ultimately made one lose themselves. This instantly aroused Sun Qian's desire. The lingering alcohol in her system fueled her passion, and she looked at him with hazy, dreamy eyes, her red lips slightly parted.

And this fruit of desire was never resisted; as a fruit, he was willing to let her taste it, offering her his sweetest parts.

Their mouths slowly pressed together, and the instant their lips touched, Sun Qian let him skillfully flick his tongue across her lips. With just that one flick, her entire body was lifted into the air, and she felt a little dizzy.

Their tongues intertwined, and though it was unclear whose mouth it was, Lin Li's hands had slipped under her skirt, moving like ants. His other hand caressed her back, and through her clothes, he skillfully unhooked her bra, then removed her panties and stockings. The feeling of emptiness was incredibly comfortable for Sun Qian. She resisted the urge to undress him, surrendering herself completely to him.

Lin Li removed his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and well-defined, honey-colored pectoral muscles. A sparse patch of hair on his chest spread outwards, becoming a dense thicket by his lower abdomen.

He lifted Sun Qian from under her arms and placed her on the windowsill. Outside, the sky was clear, without stars or moon. Sun Qian's short skirt was up to her waist, revealing her long, white legs that dangled from the windowsill. She braced herself behind her back, her head tilted back as well, her long hair flowing freely like a waterfall, possessing a strangely unsettling beauty.

Lin Li lifted one of her legs, just one, and placed it on the marble windowsill, exposing Sun Qian's alluring genitals to his gaze. Beneath the fuzzy expanse, a slit glistened with moisture, a sight to behold. Lin Li lowered his head, his long tongue licking the cleft.

As he stroked back and forth, Sun Qian sighed softly, her desire burning and swelling, her lower body feeling like it was crawling with ants, unbearably itchy. His tongue teased her relentlessly, swirling along the petals, even parting her labia, and as if guided by eyes, it instantly touched Sun Qian's budding clitoris.

The thing shrank back and forth, like a shy bride hiding in a red veil covering her head. Suddenly it poked its head out, but retreated again under the pressure of his tongue. While his tongue was busy fiddling with other places, it actually peeked out of the hole again.

It seemed as if she were the only one sitting there, with the vast blue-green sky behind her, so blue it was almost imperceptible, or perhaps there was something there, but it was all settling at the bottom, dark and shimmering, smoky and noisy. Sun Qian's heart was adrift, floating aimlessly. She rejected Lin Li's desire to undress her. Her hands, supporting her back on the large stone windowsill, grew numb and painful after a while. She sat up straight, rubbed her palms together, and laughed wildly, "You take yours off first."

Lin Li took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on Sun Qian. Like a fashion model, he slowly pulled down his jeans. Sun Qian's gaze followed the thick body hair on his lower abdomen. The belt was undone, and the hair grew even darker and denser as he went down. He took off his jeans, leaving only white briefs. The contrast between the white and black body hair scattered around him created a very sexy allure. Sun Qian's eyes held a burning anticipation as she eagerly searched the large bulge in his underwear.

He turned his back, then pulled down his underwear, drawing Sun Qian's gaze to his buttocks. The muscles there were taut and firm, reminding her of a galloping horse with a round, plump bottom, bobbing and undulating. She felt her mouth go dry, and licked her lips with her tongue. When he slowly turned around, her eyes widened. His large, erect penis, like a snake, lay coiled among the tangled weeds, ready to pounce on its prey.

Lin Li stepped on his underwear, opened his arms to Sun Qian, and she lunged at him from the windowsill, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

He caught the crazed woman with one hand, the other supporting his penis. As Sun Qian's body slid down, the moment it touched her bulging, fleshy bottom, he thrust his hips forward, his thick penis plunging deep into her vagina. A surge of fulfilling pleasure made Sun Qian let out a soft moan, as if a long-suppressed resentment had been released. Seeing her gaze fall on the bed, Lin Li reached under her buttocks and pulled her, like an old vine coiling around a tree, firmly into the bed.

As soon as she touched the bed, Sun Qian, like a fish leaping on a chopping board, jumped up and moved, eagerly responding to Lin Li's movements. Waves of pleasure surged through her like tides. Lin Li's still-childish face flushed crimson with excitement. His body pressed heavily against her with exaggerated movements, his waist stretching with the agility of a cheetah in motion. The beautiful arc of his buttocks during his thrusts filled Sun Qian with longing. She hugged her open thighs tightly, offering herself to him without reservation.

He gritted his teeth, his lips pursed, and he breathed heavily from deep within his throat, a sound like the guttural roar of a wild boar. With each heavy thrust, Sun Qian's lower body swelled with a burning sensation, a gush of fluid shooting from deep within her womb, sending waves of tingling, blissful pleasure through her. His fiery, bright eyes were fixed on her. Sun Qian opened her eyes, then, as if unable to withstand the intense sunlight, she closed them again.

A series of rapid spasms erupted from Sun Qian's lower body; the orgasm surged forth like a burst dam, tossing her body until she was swaying uncontrollably, the sound escaping her chest weak and mournful.

Lin Li, drenched in sweat, felt as if his penis was being drenched in scalding fluid. A jolt of excitement caused his tense nerves to relax, and with a sudden surge of ecstasy, his semen gushed forth. He held Sun Qian tightly in his arms, but she was like a snake coiled around him, unable to move. At first, she screamed repeatedly, then, suffocated by the jolting and the tightness of his embrace, she became dizzy and only managed a faint, soft moan.

The two held each other tightly, motionless for a long time. Sun Qian was weak and limp. After the intense exertion, the alcohol and sweat in her body had evaporated. Lin Li's hairy thighs pressed against hers, his countless hairs like billions of rays of sunlight, nibbling at her body passionately and intimately, tickling her and making her feel sexy and amused.

Another kiss, soothing and long, was the first time she felt that a kiss after lovemaking could be so comfortable, stable, and unhurried. Then, her desire surged even more alluringly.

Sun Qian rolled over, tossing her hair to reveal her pointed face. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from rouge or not, all the way to her temples. Her dark, smiling eyes sparkled, forming small dimples. She leaned towards him, still lying down, teasing his nipple with the tip of her tongue, then slowly moving downwards. The warm sensation of her tongue made him feel almost dizzy.

Sun Qian successfully explored him thoroughly with her tongue, from his breasts to his toes, making him gasp and scream. She didn't miss a single drop of moisture on his body. His body was long and graceful, his testicles warm and clean; when she held them in her mouth, she could feel the unconditional trust that sex bestows upon a partner. She opened her eyes wide, looking at him with a mixture of tenderness and pleasure. His pale, sun-kissed naked body stimulated her.

Sun Qian could feel streams of fluid flowing from her uterus. She straddled him, and then he entered her. His even larger, more intimidating penis made her feel a slight swelling pain, but also a greater sense of fullness.

She couldn't help but thrust her hips, her waist twisting and sinking gracefully. Pleasure spread throughout her body, and the sudden ecstasy overwhelmed her. She quickened her pace, moaning softly. Suddenly, as if electrocuted, she raised her arms high, burying her hands in her hair, mumbling incoherently, "I'm coming again." A body slumped heavily off him and onto the bed.

Lin Li sprang to his feet, seeing her eyes rolled back and foam at the mouth. Showing no pity, he stood by the bed, spread her thighs wide, and thrust his erect penis in and out relentlessly.

Another wave of climax washed over her, so quickly in between, leaving Sun Qian somewhat overwhelmed.

She struggled to support herself, and when she felt an unbearable heat and swelling below, knowing he was about to ejaculate, she arched her back and clung tightly to his neck.

Lin Li groaned as if he were ill, thrusting hard against her before falling silent. Sun Qian's lower body made his penis swell as if it were about to burst, causing a tidal wave of spasms and a joyful flow. The two of them reached their peak simultaneously, then leaped, floating in the clouds, swaying and rising.

Feng Zhi pressed herself against him from behind, one hand playing with his nipple, while the other hand slipped inside her apron, stroking his penis incessantly.

Jia Ming was astonished by this woman's boldness and recklessness. He was so captivated by her teasing that he was completely mesmerized, his hands busy with his work, and he would occasionally turn back to suck on her tongue.

Fengzhi felt like ants were crawling all over her body, a tingling itch that made her tremble uncontrollably. She rolled over, crawled into the kitchen cabinet, and stuck her buttocks high in the air. Jiaming wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, pulled back her apron, and thrust his long penis inside. Fengzhi gasped for breath, moaning softly, her breasts swaying and circling.

Finally, they managed to put together a table of vegetables. Jiaming then thrust into Fengzhi hard on the kitchen cabinet. Although the position was awkward and they couldn't go wild as they pleased, it at least extinguished much of their burning desire.

Jiaming was about to call Sun Qian out for dinner when he saw the scene before him, but he changed his mind. Xiao Bei had pushed Sun Qian down onto the soft brocade stool in front of the dressing mirror. His dark buttocks were thrusting violently, his body already drenched in sweat, relentlessly pounding into her. Sun Qian cried out in pleasure beneath him, her eyes burning with lust.

Her legs were wrapped around Xiao Bei's waist, one hand tightly around his neck, and the flesh on her arm trembled with each thrust. Jia Ming, unaware that Xiao Bei had already had sex with two women at noon, was caught in a dilemma when Sun Qian said to him wantonly, "What are you waiting for? Join in!" Everyone harbored lustful thoughts, and now that this window had been opened, they no longer hesitated.

Jia Ming was already shirtless, except for the apron around his waist, which looked rather comical. After Xiao Bei moved aside, he turned Sun Qian around and made her lie face down on the round stool. Sun Qian's lower abdomen was pressed against the stool, her head almost touching the ground, her body bent like a bow, raising her white buttocks. Jia Ming then parted his penis among her glossy pubic hair and teased her still dripping vulva, thrusting in and out rapidly with a fierce and aggressive manner.

Xiao Bei sat right in front of Sun Qian, his hands stroking her hair and her hanging breasts, his cheek pressed against hers, his tongue occasionally darting into her mouth, their tongues intertwining and entwining.

Sun Qian's hands moved back and forth across Xiao Bei's strong chest, gradually becoming excited. She grabbed Xiao Bei's penis and stretched out her tongue. Xiao Bei changed position so she could take the entire penis into her mouth. Her face turned purplish-red with pleasure, her eyes welling with tears of joy, her mouth swollen and full from Xiao Bei's penis, her cheeks aching.

Meanwhile, Jia Ming continued to thrust relentlessly and joyfully, his long penis seeming to want to churn out her intestines, his heavy breathing turning into a wolf-like howl. This made Xiao Bei's blood boil. He took Jia Ming's position and, like a pile driver, pounded down on her, swinging his round, swollen penis like a golden snake dancing wildly.

Before this, Sun Qian had never been stimulated by a man like this, especially in bed. In sex, men were always obedient to her, always trying their best to please her. But now, the two of them were like competitors, using all their skills, going back and forth, one after the other, vying for supremacy.

They exhausted her, making her moan and howl. She felt like she was about to collapse, and her lower body ached, but the numbness and tingling also brought an intoxicating pleasure that drove her crazy. Her hazy eyes looked at the countless overlapping figures in the mirror, unable to distinguish which of the strong, powerful bodies was her husband and which was her lover.

Feng Zhi stood silently outside the door. She had been there for a long time, witnessing this vivid and sensual scene. Her desire surged like a river bursting its banks, flowing endlessly within her body.

She couldn't help but caress her breasts with her hands, then felt an emptiness below, so she crossed her legs and sat on the armrest of the sofa. The moment her buttocks touched the soft leather, they involuntarily began to sway with pleasure.

Seeing the obvious signs of fatigue on Sun Qian's face, she let out a series of cries, sinking into a state of near-death ecstasy. A gush of lustful fluid erupted from her body, and she collapsed onto the sofa as if paralyzed.

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