Making love like a teenager

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Every
morning, the most enjoyable moment for the unemployed and retired old men outside the Chaoyang residential area
arrives around eight o'clock. As the clock approaches eight, no matter what these men are rambling about, each one of them
inevitably becomes distracted, always glancing into the residential area, afraid of missing even a second of the view.

Today, the first to receive this "benefit" is none other than sixty-five-year-old Old Zhao. This old fellow arrived early, securing a prime
spot directly facing the residential area from the entrance. The other old men, standing with their backs or to the side, naturally didn't have as
convenient a view as him. However, the other old men were only a second slower than him. Seeing Old Zhao's gaze drift into the distance,
changing from a fixed stare to a blank expression, they all turned around simultaneously, skillfully concealing the intense desire in their eyes
, and fixing their seemingly nonchalant gazes on the purple figure slowly approaching from afar.

This scene, which played out regularly every morning, was familiar to Old Wang, the security guard. He glanced disdainfully at
the group of old men whose grandchildren were already old enough to run errands, but didn't forget to obediently turn his head
to look in their direction.

How could there be such a mesmerizing woman? The 51-year-old, bachelor Old Wang only glanced at her, and even though
he was very familiar with this woman, he still felt a chill for no reason. Even from fifty or sixty meters away, one could see
a woman with curvaceous, exquisitely beautiful features
, wrapped in a purple dress. She was tall and voluptuous, with extremely fair skin, which was dazzling against the purple dress. Her gait was also very graceful, swaying from side
to side, her full hips bobbing with each step, exuding femininity
without any sense of affectation. Just her figure and posture were enough to tell that she was an exceptionally beautiful woman
. Moreover, as she moved closer, her facial features became clearer. Even a
seasoned womanizer, let alone an old bachelor like Old Wang, would likely exclaim: "What a beautiful face!"

Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were perfectly proportioned. You couldn't pinpoint exactly how beautiful she was,
but she was undeniably pleasing to the eye, comfortable, and likable. Add to that her gentle oval face, and even
the most discerning man couldn't find fault with her.

Old Wang, who always cowered around women, quickly averted
his gaze as the woman in the purple dress drew closer. Looking back at the group of old men at the door, he saw that although they were still staring at the woman, the lustful intent
had . Each of them wore a kind and serene smile, as if they were seeing their own daughter
approaching.

"Good morning, Director Yang!" Old Zhao was the first to react, greeting the woman with a smile as she approached
.

"Good morning, Uncle Zhao!" the woman replied with a smile. Her voice was clear and strong; even from her voice alone, one could tell that
this woman was by no means weak, but rather quite confident and assertive—the kind of woman who was very capable.

The other old men, seeing this, also greeted the woman in various tones. The woman, clearly accustomed to such
situations, stopped, her beautiful face bearing the warm smile typical of someone in a position of authority. She politely exchanged a few words with
each of the old men before continuing on her way. The morning sunlight shone on her smiling face,
clearly revealing the fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes; it seemed this charming woman was already over forty.

As the woman walked away gracefully, the old geezers all turned around, their eyes greedily fixed on her alluring figure: her
long , wavy, permed hair, her perfectly proportioned waist, her round, plump buttocks,
the two slender legs peeking out from under her dress, and even her bright red high heels…

“You guys should be at the park walking your birds, shouldn’t you?” Old Wang, unable to bear the lewd behavior of these old geezers any longer, deliberately
coughed lightly. Strangely enough, while Old Wang blushed in front of women, he wasn’t shy about speaking in front of other men
.

"Mind your own business!" Old Zhao blushed, glanced at Old Wang, and teased, "Oh, your Chunlan
isn't at work that early yet? What, can't stand women prettier than Chunlan?" The old men all burst into laughter,
one of them chuckling, "What do you mean, 'his Chunlan'? Is Chunlan his? I bet Chunlan hasn't even given
him a second glance!" The old men's laughter grew even louder. Old Wang's face turned red from the laughter, but since he was naturally dark-skinned,
it wasn't very noticeable.

"Go, go, go! Don't block the way! If you keep nagging, I'll ruin your plans tomorrow morning!" The old
men were a little embarrassed by this and didn't argue with Old Wang anymore—after all, Old Wang was directly under Director Yang's jurisdiction,
and if he really went to her and said a few words, she had a temper that wouldn't let things go, and they all had children and grandchildren;
who could afford to lose face like that? So they laughed and cursed, and indeed dispersed.

Old Wang returned to the guardhouse, still looking somewhat dejected. Clearly, the old man's words had indeed
disheartened him. It was true, everyone knew he was interested in Chunlan, the woman renting the place in the courtyard, but everyone also knew Chunlan
didn't reciprocate his feelings. It was understandable, really. Although Chunlan was also from out of
town, just an ordinary waitress at a small restaurant, and her looks were at best average, she was only
in her early twenties. Why would she be interested in a fifty-one-year-old security guard? Besides, Old Wang was far from handsome; at best, he was
honest and simple, not bad-looking. Even worse, he was only 1.65 meters tall. Even if he were
twenty years younger, probably not many girls would be interested in him.

"You know nothing!" Old Wang muttered angrily, pulling a bankbook from his pocket.
He carefully unfolded it, counting the seven-digit number twice, as if afraid of missing a single
digit. Only after counting did a satisfied smile spread across his face. He thought: If Chunlan knew I had over three million
yuan in savings and a new house, her attitude towards me might change immediately!

However, the smugness quickly vanished from his weathered face. Yes, if he used this trump
card, fulfilling his lifelong wish of marrying a wife wouldn't be difficult, but whether she would be after his money or him
was another matter. Besides, this money wasn't earned through his own efforts. If he hadn't won
the lottery half a year ago, he'd still be working as a bricklayer on a construction site in the south of the city! He had originally planned to quit his construction job and become a security guard in the apartment complex where Chunlan
lived , hoping to have more opportunities to see her and gradually develop feelings for her. But the three...
The facts over the past month have proven that this was probably just wishful thinking on his part.

Thinking of this, Old Wang sighed helplessly.

In the neighborhood committee office, as soon as the woman in the purple dress entered her office, a tall, thin man with a fairly decent appearance
was waiting for her. Upon seeing her, he quickly stood up from the sofa, handed her something, and said,
"Good morning, Director Yang. The gym membership you asked me to get is ready." "Oh, so fast?" the woman in the purple dress said with
a smile , "Thank you so much, Xiao Fang." She took the membership card, glanced at it casually—her
photo was printed on it, and the name field read: Yang Yulian, without any errors—and tossed it onto the desk, saying to Xiao Fang, "
How much is the membership? I'll pay you." "No need, Director Yang! Didn't I say it was opened by my friend's father? It's
free." "How could you possibly accept that?" Yang Yulian stopped rummaging through her purse, casually smoothed
her hair , and her beautiful face showed only joy; how could she be embarrassed?

"It's alright, Director Yang, don't be so polite. Shall I go back to work?" "Hey, wait a minute!" Yang Yulian was already
sitting down at her desk. Hearing this, she beckoned to Xiao Fang, "Come help me check what's wrong with this QQ account,
I can't find it." As she spoke, she bent down and pressed the power button on the computer under the desk.

The neckline of her purple dress was very wide, and when she bent over, it immediately revealed her ample bosom.
Xiao Fang, who happened to be walking up to her at that moment, instinctively glanced into the neckline and saw two full, coconut-like
breasts, smooth as coconut flesh, pressed together by the tight black bra, with nowhere to go, creating a deep, invisible cleavage in the middle
. The breasts overflowed, bulging high like newly steamed buns with too much flour, their curves smooth
and exaggerated—Xiao Fang, who had just graduated from university, was still quite inexperienced in matters of love and sex. When had she ever seen such full and
magnificent breasts up close? Although the woman was forty-five years old on paper, judging from the fullness and texture of her breasts
, no man would mistake them for those of a middle-aged woman past her prime.

The young and vigorous Fang became hard, very hard, because besides witnessing a scene so alluring it would make his nose bleed
, he also smelled the rich fragrance emanating from Director Yang. And that wasn't all; as Director Yang straightened her delicate body, her smooth
forearm unfortunately brushed against his bulging crotch. So when Director Yang gasped in surprise, he was almost
so ashamed he wanted to disappear into a crack in the wall.

"What are you thinking!" Yang Yulian, still shaken, blushed and clutched her chest, scolding him playfully.

"I didn't mean to," the tender-faced Fang almost cried.

"Alright! I didn't mean to blame you." Yang Yulian rolled her eyes at him. "Look, help me see where my QQ
is? I can't find it." Xiao Fang felt a little relieved and quickly leaned over to look at the computer screen. He then directed Yang
Yulian to click the mouse a few times and discovered that she had simply deleted the QQ desktop icon. He then taught her how to reset
the shortcut. However, after only a minute, he felt short of breath, and cold sweat soaked his shirt.

"Director Yang, shall I go now?" "Okay. Thank you." Watching Xiao Fang flee as if he were running away,
Yang Yulian gave his retreating figure a resentful look, thinking: Another coward!

The neighborhood committee didn't have much to do, and Yang Yulian, as the director of the neighborhood committee, had even less. After sending Xiao Fang
away, she idly browsed the internet for a while, read a newspaper, and was just about to get up and go outside to patrol when a
middle-aged man who looked like a driver poked his head in at the door and smiled, "Hello, Director Yang!" "Who are you?" Yang Yulian
thought he looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

"I'm Mr. Liu's driver from xxx company. I picked you and District Chief Fan up last month. Mr. Liu asked me to bring you
some local produce. It's right at the door. Would you like me to bring it in or take it to your house?" "Oh, Mr. Liu, you're too kind
. Why bring something in this hot weather?" Yang Yulian stood up, a reserved smile on her face. "
Don't bring it in. I'll have someone take it home." "Okay." Yang Yulian followed Mr. Liu's driver to the door
and saw two large sacks full of local produce, still covered in fresh mud. She asked curiously, "
What's inside?"

"It's all organic produce like purple sweet potatoes and yams, just dug from the ground."

Yang Yulian frowned, a little displeased, but then she thought about how her husband and Mr. Liu had acted like brothers at the dinner table last time
, and she didn't want to offend him, so she said, "..." " Alright, you can leave it there. I'll get someone
to carry it." With that, she turned and called out towards Chaoyang Residential Area, "Old Wang! Wang Tiegen! Come help me carry
these things."

Mr. Liu's driver saw a man with a buzz cut, in his forties or fifties, quickly walk from the guardhouse across the street
. He respectfully said goodbye to Yang Yulian and got into the car.

"Old Wang, help me carry these two bags to my house," Yang Yulian instructed, as if the security guards in the residential area were
her servants. But then again, she always treated this old residential area as her own private residence,
since her husband was the highest-ranking man in the community!

Old Wang looked at the two muddy sacks on the ground and smiled憨厚ly, "Wait a moment, Director Yang, let me take off my clothes
first ." Without waiting for Yang Yulian's reply, he quickly turned back to the guardhouse.

"You old bachelor, you're such a handful, even cleaner than a woman!" Yang Yulian scolded with a laugh.

Old Wang had taken off his shirt in the guardhouse, running back with his muscular upper body bare.
Although not tall, he was a well-built, well-proportioned man with clearly defined muscles. His tanned, dark upper body revealed distinct
pectoral muscles and six-pack abs, quite incongruous with his 51 years. If
you covered his face, many would probably mistake him for a man in his thirties.

"I'm not saying this to criticize you, but can't you be a little more civilized? Always going around shirtless, what kind of behavior is that!" Yang Yulian scolded,
frowning.

"I know, these two sacks are a bit dirty, I'm just afraid of getting my clothes dirty," Old Wang said with a simple, honest smile.The moment his eyes met Yang Yulian's, he hurriedly lowered his gaze. When he saw her lips, so red and luscious, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly looked down, and that only made things worse. Beneath her purple dress, her breasts were plump and full, like two balls hidden inside, instantly making his heart flutter.

The commotion dissipated, forcing his gaze to drift downwards to the ground. There, he saw two beautiful legs encased in barely perceptible,
high-quality flesh-colored stockings, their delicate textures appearing even more flawless. Their rounded ankles were exceptionally adorable
, radiating an irresistible femininity. How could he dare look any longer? Finally, his face flushed,
he turned away, pretending to look at the two sacks.

Old Wang's shifting gaze was only momentary, but it couldn't escape Yang Yulian's eyes. Fortunately, she
was used to being scrutinized by men like this, and rarely saw a coward like Old Wang who wouldn't even dare to glance twice.
So, she couldn't help but laugh, and didn't dwell on Old Wang breaking her dress code
: "What are you standing there for? Move them!"

"Oh!" Old Wang snapped out of his daze, bent down, picked up the two sacks, and hoisted them steadily onto his shoulders.
Having spent years as a laborer carrying bricks on construction sites, his movements were practiced and skilled. However, he was surprised to find that the
two bags, which looked like local specialties, were quite heavy. Luckily, he was strong; someone who had never carried heavy loads before
wouldn't have been able to carry both bags at once.

Seeing that Old Wang had shouldered them, Yang Yulian walked ahead with a clatter. The rush hour was over,
and the neighborhood was sparsely populated. Seeing no one around, and with
such a captivating figure in front of him, Old Wang boldly raised his gaze to look at her. From her snow-white neck to her straight back, to
her perfectly proportioned waist, to her round, plump buttocks—Old Wang couldn't help but linger on her buttocks for
a moment longer; their shape and texture burned within him. Chunlan's buttocks were also
quite large, but the contours were far inferior; their beauty couldn't compare to Director Yang's. But
what's the point of such a comparison? A woman like Director Yang is someone he wouldn't even dare to hope to get close to, but at least he
still has . Countless times, in the dead of night, he fantasized about holding Chunlan
's youthful, plump buttocks and thrusting his penis hard into her tender vagina from behind, just like he used to do with prostitutes in cheap massage parlors. He believed that fucking
Chunlan would definitely be better than those prostitutes in massage parlors who were fucked by men many times a day, but at this moment, he
was hopelessly envious of Director Yang's husband, District Chief Fan—being able to fuck Director Yang's big, round,
plump, and was the true ultimate enjoyment! Little

did Yang Yulian know that a few steps behind her, this honest, simple old man was churning with such filthy thoughts. He had already
stepped lightly into the stairwell, his high heels clicking crisply as
he ascended . Old Wang, who was following behind, fell a few steps behind. He was already shorter than Yang Yulian, so
his gaze was now level with her buttocks. The purple dress, which had tightened slightly as he climbed the steps,
outlined the lower edge of her round buttocks. Old Wang stared at her intently, and his crotch naturally reacted
.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, Yang Yulian, being of a certain age, felt a bit breathless. She was inwardly grumbling about
her husband's continued refusal to move to the newly bought apartment with an elevator nearby, and slowed her pace. Because the stairwell
was somewhat dark, and she was a little distracted, she didn't notice a banana peel on the stairs. Her high heel
slipped on it, and she fell backward. Luckily, she reacted quickly, bracing herself with her other foot on the next step
. However, losing her balance, she suffered further misfortune; the thin heel of her high heel couldn't hold on and snapped.
She completely lost her balance and fell backward, her heart pounding with fear, her mind going completely
blank.

Old Wang, who had been staring at her backside the whole time, certainly saw her slip. Startled, he instinctively took two steps
forward . Without even dropping the two sacks, he used his chest to push against Yang Yulian's backward-falling back. Although
the force of her fall was quite great, he managed to stop her from falling.

In her shock, her back found solid support, averting the risk of falling down the stairs. Yang
Yulian felt a slight sense of relief. However, since Old Wang had only used his chest to brace her, not his hands, her 120
-pound weight still carried her vertically downwards. It seemed inevitable she would fall on her buttocks. Then, an unbelievable
scene unfolded. As her plump buttocks slid down, brushing against Old Wang's body,
something forcefully blocked her from below his abdomen. This object was hard and powerful, firmly wedged between her buttocks, and
the upward pull was no less than the weight of her fall. Just as the two forces were locked in a struggle
, Yang Yulian finally managed to grab the railing and barely managed to stand up on her own.

"Thank goodness you were behind me!" Yang Yulian's face paled, and she patted her chest in lingering fear. She turned back and gave
Old Wang an approving look, but the next second she froze, and then two blushes appeared on her pale face. Good heavens! This
old bastard was still holding onto two sacks of local produce with both hands, so
what was that thing that had been pressing against her buttocks and preventing her from falling to the ground? Of course, she didn't need to guess at all, because Old Wang's thing between his legs was still
sticking up like an iron rod, like a thick branch that had grown out of nowhere from a pine tree, pushing her cheap, loose sweatpants high up—
wasn't that old bastard's thing too exaggerated? It could actually hold up my weight?

In her shock, Yang Yulian couldn't help but recall that terrifying moment just now. Wasn't that
the thing that had been wedged between her buttocks, pressing against her private parts through her underwear, trembling and burning hot,
but the contact area was definitely not as wide as a palm? What else could it be but Old Wang's thing between his legs?

At this moment, with Yang Yulian looking him up and down, Old Wang didn't dare to have any thoughts of taking credit. His bulging crotch
made him feel like he wanted to die. He stammered, "It's nothing... let's keep going..." He just hoped that the still-settled
Director Yang wouldn't notice his strange behavior.

Yang Yulian saw the old man's face turn as red as blood, his eyes darting around, and was both surprised and amused. She glanced at him,
smiled slightly, and without saying anything more, turned and tiptoed upstairs.

Opening the door, kicking off her worn-out high heels, and having Old Wang put the two sacks down, Yang Yulian smiled and said,
"Thank you, Old Wang. Helping me carry things is one thing, and stopping me from falling is another."

Her mention of the second favor made Old Wang even more embarrassed. He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, it's
nothing... I'll be going now, Director Yang!" Without waiting for Yang Yulian's reply, he turned and hurried away with his tail between his legs.
She hurried downstairs.

Yang Yulian found it amusing. Closing the door, she recalled the scene from earlier, and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but
reach down and touch her labia, where Old Wang's terrifying member had accidentally pressed against them—good heavens
, how many years had it been since she'd been touched by such a powerful penis? Her husband was already limp, and he
had countless other women outside, barely touching her once a month. In the past two years, she'd come to terms with things and
wanted to find a young, strong lover, but unfortunately, her social circle was small,
and the young men at her workplace who were somewhat attractive were as timid as rabbits; she hadn't found an opportunity.

Yang Yulian grumbled for a while, then composed herself and began processing the two bags of local produce. That little incident
wasn't enough to make her put Old Wang on her shortlist of potential lovers—what a joke! A woman as elegant
and beautiful , with just a little more obvious hint, would have countless young and strong handsome men lining up to sleep with her
. Why would she bother with a timid, penniless, fifty-one-year-old man? Absolutely not. They belonged to
two completely different social classes; she had never even considered him a normal man. He was merely
an indispensable, functional ant in this society, and their desires were never the concern of those in positions of power
.

Yang Yulian frowned, delicately untied two burlap sacks, and expressionlessly rummaged
through a pile of coarse grains like purple sweet potatoes, yams, and corn. Halfway through, just as she was about to give up and call her neighbor, Zhang Ma, to
collect them, suddenly a golden object rolled out and landed heavily on the floor.

It was a gold bar! Yang Yulian's eyes widened, and she hurriedly rummaged through the sacks, finding
several more gold bars!

This Mr. Liu, it turns out, is quite creative! Yang Yulian's eyebrows curved into a sweet smile.
She had just tidied up the sacks; the gold bars in the two sacks probably weighed at least twenty pounds! No wonder they were so heavy
. Luckily, Old Wang hadn't thrown the sacks away in his haste; otherwise, the gold bars would have scattered, and that would have been
terrible!

That old rascal, well, I'll have to treat him to something good later! Yang Yulian thought with a smile, "
Hmm, and that banana peel too! I'll definitely find out who carelessly threw it away; it might be that
little vixen upstairs! Humph, if I get any evidence, I'll kick her out!"

After fleeing from Director Yang's house, Old Wang hid in the guardhouse, unable to calm himself down for a long time. Being seen in his embarrassing state
by Director Yang was one reason, but more importantly,
the unexpected intimate contact with her body had truly been an eye-opener for him. For the first time in his life, he realized that a woman's body could bring him
such pleasure! Good heavens! Just pressing his member against her plump, soft buttocks through several layers of clothing felt incredibly
good, even a hundred times more pleasurable than actually penetrating those cheap prostitutes! How could the world be
so unfair? Director Yang was clearly twenty years older than those prostitutes, so why was her body
more attractive than those girls? And why were such good women all taken by rich and powerful men?

As Old Wang lamented the injustice of fate, a purple light caught his eye out of the corner of his eye and slowly approached. He knew
it was Director Yang walking towards the entrance of the residential area. He quickly suppressed his chaotic thoughts and casually browsed
a newspaper on the table, even though he could only recognize about 70-80% of the words.

"Hey, Lao Wang!" Yang Yulian walked straight into the reception room, tossed a plastic bag onto the table, and
said with a smile, "These are fresh bayberries someone delivered yesterday. Try them as a thank you for your help earlier."

Lao Wang had never received such preferential treatment from Director Yang before, and was immediately flattered. He quickly waved his hand and said, "No need , no
need, Director Yang, you can keep them for yourself."

"I have plenty at home. Just take them, stop talking nonsense," Yang Yulian said with a smile.

"You're too kind," Lao Wang said awkwardly, not daring to look at Director Yang, turning his head to look at the wall
, looking quite comical.

Yang Yulian was amused by Lao Wang's awkwardness. She covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, saying, "I have something important to say.
You saw it just now, someone actually violated the owners' committee's rules and littered banana peels in the stairwell. It's too dangerous. "
I suspect it was Situ Qing upstairs who did it. Keep a close eye on her for me, and report back to me immediately if you find any evidence.
"

Situ Qing? Doesn't seem like it?" Old Wang was taken aback.

"What do you mean, doesn't seem like it? Don't be fooled by her fairy-like appearance; she's not a good person at all!" "

Okay, I'll do as you say and keep a close eye on her." Although Old Wang disagreed,
what do? Yang Yulian was the director of both the neighborhood committee and the property owners' committee. His direct superior had given the order, so he had no choice but to comply.

Seeing Old Wang nod in agreement, Yang Yulian swayed contentedly and left. Watching her alluring figure, Old Wang
felt a surge of heat, but quickly suppressed it—forget it, why think about such useless things? It's more important to figure out
how to get closer to Chunlan!

In the dimly lit room with the curtains drawn tightly, two pale, naked bodies tightly entwined on the bed were still
clearly visible. Although the air conditioning was on full blast, the air in the room was still somewhat humid and stuffy, perhaps
because the two were breathing and moaning so intensely.

"Sister Qingqing, I feel so good, so amazing, so incredibly good!" The slender man looked no more than twenty
years old, with delicate features, a handsome young man indeed. He lay on top of the woman, his movements wild and unrestrained, his
seemingly underdeveloped, slender penis pounding into her vagina like a pestle. The gushing fluids were stirred,
making a squelching sound, mingling with the constant slapping of their skin—a scene of utter debauchery.

"Good little brother, keep going, don't stop, sister is enjoying it too…oh…" the woman, lying on the bed with dazed eyes,
moaned. Her voice was soft, languid, and incredibly arousing; that voice alone was enough to
outshine many Japanese actresses. If any other man in the room were to
gaze upon her young body through the summer sunlight filtering through the curtains, he would be struck dumb, unable to look away. From her
face to her chest, from her waist to her hips, from her labia to her legs, she was breathtakingly beautiful—or perhaps more accurately, breathtakingly alluring
.

At this moment, her cloud-like hair was spread across the pillow, her eyes, full of spring-like allure, were half-closed, her long eyelashes…
Her hair trembled slightly, revealing a straight nose, rosy lips, and a pointed chin. Even the
most meticulously photoshopped faces of fashion magazine cover stars couldn't surpass her perfection.
Below her long, elegant neck and delicate collarbones, her breasts, like snow-capped peaks, remained firm even in her lying position, like inverted jade bowls, with
two slender, pink nipples standing upright, utterly adorable. Her waist was incredibly slender, without an ounce of excess fat, comparable
to the slender waist of a fashion model. Yet, below this slender waist, she possessed a
plump, round bottom, the kind usually found only on women who had given birth. The two buttocks were delicately textured, snow-white and flawless,
soft and yielding to the touch, revealing flesh without bone—the perfect buttocks that every man dreamed of. That wasn't all.
Beneath the thick, dark pubic hair at the base of her legs, her two pink labia were beautifully shaped, plump but not thick, lovely and moist. Now,
stretched taut by the boy's penis, they formed two breathtaking arcs, exuding an extremely alluring sensuality. If
it ended there, this woman would already be considered exquisite, but heaven had truly blessed her, giving her
two long, straight legs, cool and smooth, slender yet not bony—truly possessing all the beauty of nature, without a single
flaw.

Lying on top of such a one-in-a-million woman, the boy's excitement was unimaginable. So he
thrust and pounded with reckless abandon, wanting nothing more than to pierce through her soft, alluring body. Under the boy's frenzied assault,
the woman's body was as soft as butter, her heart burning with pleasure, unconsciously twisting her incredibly elastic waist, chasing the surging waves of pleasure like
the Qiantang River tide.

"Mmm...that's great, keep going, keep going! Don't stop!" the woman murmured urgently.

Encouraged, the young man simply scooped up the woman's legs and bent them on the bed, lifting her knees off
the surface. He used his weight to press down on the woman's wet vagina, like a pile driver. Each time
he withdrew his penis from her vagina, he would quickly thrust it back in just as her labia were about to close. Taking
advantage of his youth and strength, he thrust very fast. The woman indeed experienced a faster and more pleasurable sensation. Her murmurs turned into unconscious
moans. She frowned, bit her lower lip, and although she looked like she was in unbearable pain, she was actually experiencing extreme pleasure
.

"Faster, faster! Keep going, faster!" the woman suddenly urged, her voice trembling with tears. Seeing this, the boy was overjoyed
, yet also relieved. He no longer suppressed his urge to ejaculate and began thrusting faster.
The sounds of their bodies slapping together, like firecrackers exploding, filled the air. Amidst the woman's undisguised moans, the boy
ejaculated without warning. The intense ejaculation and spasms brought the woman's extremely sensitive vagina to a fever pitch.
She shuddered violently, and then large gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out, quickly soaking the snow-white sheets.

"Mmm..." The woman, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, felt as if her bones had been removed, limp and unwilling
to move. The exhausted boy lay back on her soft, bouncy body, feeling its warmth and fragrance.
He thought : This is the most luxurious bed in the world.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy finally rolled over, pulling his limp penis out of the woman's vagina
. Ignoring its still-drenched state, he lay down beside her, drifting off to sleep.
The woman, however, regained her senses after a moment, got out of bed, and went straight to the bathroom to wash. The bathroom was
brightly lit. She stood blankly in front of the sink, looking at her perfect naked body in the mirror. The boy
's saliva stained her snow-white, firm breasts, and two streaks of white semen flowed down her round, jade-like thighs
, reminding her of the intense sex she had just experienced.

"The orgasm is over, but it's still the same, isn't it? Nothing has changed, and nothing will change," she
thought with a bitter smile, unconsciously touching her breasts.

After washing, the woman went back to the bedroom, turned on a small lamp, and began to dress. She rummaged through the drawer
for a moment, picking out a set of black lace lingerie and matching stockings. In the dim light,
a small Lapara logo was visible on the panties. If Yang Yulian, who lived downstairs, had seen this, she would have been astonished,
as it was a top Italian lingerie brand—something most girls couldn't afford. The stockings
, of course, had no brand name, but anyone with a discerning eye could recognize the supple, smooth texture;
only Japan could produce such quality, and even the cheapest pair cost over a hundred yuan. Who would imagine that a
twenty-something girl renting in an old neighborhood was decked out in top-tier designer brands from head to toe?

However, even holding such exquisite and beautiful clothes, the woman showed no joy. She
mechanically put on her black lace panties with openwork patterns, then sat on the edge of the bed, skillfully
rolling up her expensive black stockings and slipping them onto her long, flawless legs. She then stood up and pulled the upper part of the stockings up,
covering the black lace panties, and adjusted her crotch area before quickly putting on her soft, thin black bra. After
doing all this, she opened the wardrobe and selected a black fitted dress. She slipped her curvaceous
figure into the dress; the deep V-neck naturally revealed half of her white breasts and deep cleavage
, while the form-fitting waist and hip area perfectly accentuated the lines of her wasp waist and peach-shaped buttocks. The skirt
length was just right, about ten centimeters above her knees. This was an elegant, sexy yet understatedly
luxurious dress, paired with semi-transparent black stockings, making the woman in the mirror, even without a face, exude
the captivating charm of a well-bred lady.

However, even though her reflection was flawless, the woman seemed oblivious, instead
furrowing her brows. She carefully applied light makeup in front of the mirror, spraying Chanel perfume under her armpits and wrists
, then dabbing some behind her ears. She then picked up a Gucci handbag, placing her phone, wallet, and
makeup bag inside. Next, she took several pairs of brand-new stockings in different colors from a drawer and stuffed them in as well. Finally, she opened
another drawer, grabbed a handful of things, and tossed them into the bag. Under the light, the
small displayed the number "003"—unmistakably Okamoto ultra-thin condoms from Japan!

The woman was clearly very adept at these pre-departure preparations; she didn't need to worry about forgetting
anything . She zipped up her handbag, turned to look at the handsome young man already fast asleep on the bed, and, feeling a little
annoyed, kicked the bed leg and snapped, "Aren't you getting up? Don't you have to go to work tonight too?"

The boy was startled awake. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and said with a grin, "What's the rush? It's not time yet."

"Stop dawdling, or you'll be late again and lose your job. I won't be able to introduce you to any more jobs next time!"

"No, no, absolutely not!"

"I'm leaving!" The woman had already walked to the bedroom door with her handbag, slipping her stockinged feet into a pair of black
high heels.

"Wait, Sister Qing!" The boy sat up in bed. "Can you give me another five thousand yuan?"

"What?" The woman turned around abruptly, her eyes filled with barely suppressed anger. "I just gave you
two thousand to buy sneakers. What are you buying today? Is this how you spend money?"

"I want to buy an iPhone 5." The boy waved his phone. "My phone isn't
working well anymore, I'll just replace it."

"Then you can buy it yourself. Don't ask me for it. Do you think my money is easy to earn?" The woman said angrily,
turning and leaving.

"Sister Qing, I only make a few yuan a month. Five thousand yuan is something you can earn in one night. Please give it
to me!" the boy pleaded.

Hearing this, a flicker of pain crossed the woman's eyes. She slowly turned to look into the boy's eyes and said, "
Shaohua , if you talk to me like that again, move out immediately and don't come looking for me again!"

The boy was stunned. Seeing the woman's livid face and extremely serious expression, he felt uneasy and whispered,
"I'm sorry, Sister Qing."

"I won't give you the money. A real man earns his own money. Think about it,
isn't that right?" After saying this, the woman walked straight to the outer room, opened the door, and left.

The second most pleasant time of day for the retired old men and unemployed men in Chaoyang Community arrived around five o'clock in the afternoon
. Every day around four-four, they would gather in twos and threes at the door of the passroom,
standing or squatting, and begin to chat idly. And without prior arrangement, their gazes would
unconsciously drift towards the residential area, as if afraid of missing something.

That afternoon, security guard Lao Wang watched with annoyance as the group of old men gathered outside the gate again. He knew it
was almost five o'clock, and that devastatingly beautiful woman would be coming out of the complex. It wasn't that he
wasn't interested in women, or that he didn't find her beautiful; it was just that he had some self-awareness and knew that such
a woman was beyond his reach. So he always tried to avoid looking at her, lest he become like those old men,
infatuated with her, and become a laughingstock.

Sure enough, a moment later, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground echoed from inside the complex. The
rhythm was unhurried, light, and crisp, lighter than Director Yang's footsteps, and easily
distinguishable. The footsteps grew closer, and Old Wang could tell from the speed at which the lust in the eyes of those old geezers subsided
that the woman was about to reach them. He glanced instinctively towards the door, and a
figure even taller and more slender than Director Yang immediately came into view. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and exaggerated sunglasses
obscured half of her snow-white face, revealing only her straight nose, rosy lips, and pointed chin. She was entirely clad
in pure black—a black dress, black stockings, and black high heels—yet the exposed
skin was so white and delicate, the stark contrast creating a breathtaking effect.
Especially striking was the small patch of glistening breast and deep cleavage barely concealed by the deep V-neck of her dress, the subtle glimpse of snow-white skin through the high-quality
semi-transparent stockings—an unparalleled allure of sensuality.

"Amitabha!" In that fleeting glance, Old Wang felt a sudden jolt in his heart and a surge of heat in his groin, and he quickly lowered
his gaze.

The woman, with a cool and aloof expression, didn't greet anyone and quickly walked out of the residential area. This time, Old Wang,
like the old shopper outside the gate, couldn't help but glance at her graceful figure, taking a deep breath of
the . He thought to himself: How could someone as beautiful as Situ Qing do
something like littering banana peels in the stairwell? Director Yang must be overthinking it.

II.

Director Yang had spoken, so Old Wang had no choice but to comply. For the next two days, he paid close attention to Situ Qing's building during his patrols
. He considered asking Situ Qing directly if she had ever littered banana peels in the stairwell, but ultimately he was a little intimidated by her,
and since it hadn't happened again, he gave up the idea. He just hoped that Director Yang wouldn't slip on a banana peel again
; otherwise, in her rage, many people in the community would suffer.

One afternoon, as Old Wang was making his usual rounds near Situ Qing's door, he suddenly heard
an unpleasant creaking sound from inside, like a chair being dragged heavily across the floor. He frowned, thinking, "This little girl
, can't she be a little quieter? Doesn't she know that Director Yang's house is downstairs? Disturbing her afternoon nap is unacceptable!"

With that thought, Old Wang knocked on the door. To his surprise, the creaking grew louder after a few knocks,
but he heard no footsteps to open it.

Hmm? Old Wang's brow furrowed; sensing something was amiss, he knocked again,
calling out, "Situ Qing! Open the door! It's me, security guard Wang Tiegen!"

Normally, shouting like that would have brought an answer, but aside from the creaking quieting down
a bit, there was still no response.

"Are you going to open the door or not? If you don't, I'm calling the police!" Old Wang raised his voice warily.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded behind the door, followed by the door opening a crack. A handsome young man
peeked out, smiling apologetically, "Sorry, sir, I didn't hear you."

"What are you doing? Making such a loud noise, how are the people downstairs supposed to rest? Who are you? This apartment
belongs to Situ Qing, where is she?"

"She went out, I'm her boyfriend." A hint of awkwardness flashed across the young man's face as he casually replied. At
that moment, the creaking sound from inside resumed. This time, Old Wang sensed something was wrong and pushed the door open, squeezing
in. "Make way! Who else is in there?"

The young man tried to block the door from entering, but how could the thin, effeminate man contend with Old Wang, who had decades of
manual labor experience? Old Wang easily pushed him aside.

"Where is everyone?" Old Wang looked around; the living room was empty, but the doors to both bedrooms were closed. He saw the young man...
As the young man tried to slip away, Old Wang grabbed his arm and sneered, "What do you want? Take me inside and
let me see !"

Old Wang was incredibly strong; the young man felt like he was being clamped in an iron clamp, unable to break free.
He had no choice but to follow Old Wang towards the bedroom from which the noise had come. Old Wang didn't dare to be careless. He
turned and gently kicked the door open. The scene inside
startled him—the stunningly beautiful Situ Qing was completely naked, firmly bound to a wooden chair with transparent tape
. The creaking sound he'd heard was from her desperate struggle!

While Situ Qing's naked body was undeniably beautiful, Old Wang was preoccupied with his duties as a security guard and
had no time to consider anything else. Seeing the terrified yet hopeful look in Situ Qing's eyes, he immediately understood that this young man
was abusing her.

"You little brat!" Old Wang turned around and slapped the young man across the face, angrily saying, "What kind of skill is it to bully a woman
?" Seeing a roll of transparent tape on the dressing table next to him, he simply picked it up and
used it against the young man, tying his hands and feet. The young man tried to break free, but he was no match for Old Wang's brute force.

"Hmm!" Situ Qing, whose mouth was sealed with transparent tape, clearly had something to say. Old Wang quickly went over and
peeled the tape off her mouth, asking, "What did you say?"

"Uncle Wang, thank you! Take the phone out of his pocket and let him get lost!" Situ Qing's
clear voice was extremely angry.

"Just letting him go so easily? Should we call the police?"

"Never mind." Situ Qing said sadly. Although this good-for-nothing Shao Hua was dishonest and openly threatened to take nude photos of her to blackmail her if he couldn't get
money at least been lovers. She couldn't bear to call the police and
have him arrested. Besides, hadn't she already made a fool of herself enough? She didn't want any more people to know.

Since the victim had said she would release him, Old Wang had no choice but to take out Shao Hua's phone from his pocket, cut the
tape binding his hands and feet, and angrily said, "I'll let you go this time, but don't let me see you in this neighborhood again!
Get out!"

Shao Hua glared at Situ Qing with a sinister look and slunk away. Old Wang turned around, about to speak
, when he realized that Situ Qing's entire body was still tightly bound to the chair with transparent tape, her two
snow-white, full breasts squeezed together under the tape, and her two bright red nipples clearly visible.

From her slender waist down, the dark pubic hair between her legs wasn't hidden by the tape; it
was clearly still wet. If she hadn't been bound so tightly, her labia would probably have been exposed. A beautiful
young woman like Situ Qing, bound in such a tempting, pitiful state—Old Wang, a coward at the sight of women, wouldn't dare
look a second time. Almost instantly, his face flushed a dark red, burning hot. Unfortunately, his manhood
was out of control, quickly hardening and creating a noticeable tent in his loose trousers.

Seeing his hesitation to untie her, and his arousal, Situ Qing thought he too had succumbed to lust. She sighed
sadly, "Fine, I'll let him have his way today, consider it a free treat!

" "Or should I go down and ask Director Yang to untie you? That kid's wrapped too tightly; it's inconvenient for me to untie him,"
Old Wang mumbled, looking down at his toes.

"Huh?" Situ Qing was taken aback, realizing she had misunderstood. Seeing him mention the woman downstairs's name, she quickly
objected, "Don't call her! Just untie me, it's fine." She knew the woman downstairs, surnamed Yang
, always disliked her; how could she let her see this? Otherwise, she'd be the
laughingstock of the neighborhood tomorrow.

"How can this be?" Old Wang looked utterly embarrassed, almost crying. He had already noticed that the young man had first bound her hands and
feet, then layered the tape over her body, finally securing her to the chair back. To allow her freedom of movement, he'd have to
tear off the dense tape covering her naked body—how agonizing that must be for this dutiful old bachelor!

Situ Qing looked at Old Wang's expression with a wry smile, thinking, "You old man, you're quite the character.
If other men had the chance to be close to this girl's body like this, they'd be drooling and impatient, not so
unwilling as you."

"Uncle Wang, please, please help me untie this. I don't want anyone else to help;
the fewer people who know about this, the better."

"This..."

"I'm a woman and I don't mind, what are you afraid of?"

Old Wang had no choice but to stomp his foot and walk to Situ Qing's side. It was obvious that the boy
had used a lot of force when he wrapped the tape; it was wrapped very tightly. There was almost no
place to cut between the tape and Situ Qing's skin. Old Wang gritted his teeth, sweating profusely, and looked back and forth over Situ Qing's snow-white body several times, until
he couldn't help but blush and feel a chill run down his spine. Only then did he notice that the cut end of the tape was on her inner thigh.

Looking at that delicate, snow-white skin that seemed like it would burst with water if pinched, and the tuft of dark hair half a finger's width away,
Old Wang felt breathless. Large beads of sweat dripped from his nose, and the back of his shirt was already soaked with sweat
.

"Is it okay to start tearing it from here?" Old Wang asked in a trembling voice.

Situ Qing followed his finger and immediately understood why he was nervous. If she were a respectable woman, she
might have resisted fiercely, but her profession was to have her arms used as pillows for a thousand men. In this urgent situation, she had no choice but to
act expediently.

"It's alright, Uncle Wang, don't be nervous."

Situ Qing's voice was calm, but it was impossible for Old Wang not to be nervous. He had lived for fifty-one years
and had never seen such a beautiful naked woman so close, not to mention the elegant
scent of her perfume. Although he might not know how to spell "sexy," he knew that this was a feeling every man could naturally understand.

Old Wang felt the lust in his lower abdomen burning brighter and brighter, and his manhood was becoming unbearably hard. He quickly squatted down to avoid
embarrassment and then stretched out two trembling fingers to probe between Situ Qing's soft legs to pick at
the broken end of the tape.

Perhaps because he was too nervous, and also because he didn't dare to look closely, he tried to pick at it several times without success.
Instead, his rough, dark hands rubbed against Situ Qing's smooth inner thighs, only making Situ Qing more annoyed.
It was a mess. By this time, Situ Qing naturally understood that the old man wasn't pretending; he was genuinely honest
and simple-minded, and also afraid of women, which was why he was even more embarrassed than she was. Thinking of this, she felt a bit more favorably disposed towards Old Wang
, and her initial shyness disappeared. She just secretly found his predicament amusing.

"Done!" Old Wang finally peeled off the cut end of the tape. In just that short time, he had already sweated
profusely.

Finding the source made untying the tape quick, but that kid had used most of the tape
on Situ Qing. Even though Old Wang's movements became faster and faster, it still took two or three minutes.

"Ouch, slower, it hurts!"

Old Wang was startled, only then noticing that he had already torn the tape directly onto her skin. No wonder Situ Qing
was in pain, so he slowed down. But this gave him more time to let his mind wander,
especially as he watched her soft, supple skin being exposed inch by inch under the tape, leaving faint
red marks . The visual impact was something no ordinary man could resist. Old Wang felt his manhood
throbbing painfully, his face turning a purplish-red, which looked utterly ridiculous to Situ Qing.

Finally, the tape was torn to its last bit, reaching her full, white breasts. Old Wang mustered all the willpower he
had accumulated in his life, holding his breath to restrain the urge to pinch that alluring part. However, when the
two small, rosy nipples were freed from the tape and bounced back to the tops of her full breasts, creating
two , Old Wang couldn't help but let out a distinct sound—in the quiet
, ambiguous atmosphere, even the sound of swallowing saliva was impossible to conceal.

Situ Qing laughed. A flush of excitement tinged her perfect face. It wasn't that she had feelings for Old Wang
, but it would be impossible for her not to feel anything after being tormented by this old man on her naked body.
Moreover, tearing off the tape was slightly painful, like SM, especially the moment the tape left her nipples;
she could even feel a surge of heat deep within her body, and her nipples hardened with excitement.

After another minute or so, Old Wang finally ripped all the tape off Situ Qing. He breathed a sigh of relief
, hurriedly turned around, and said, "Are you alright now? If not, I'll be going."

Situ Qing exhaled, stood up, and stretched her wrists and ankles, which had been immobilized for so long. Looking
at Old Wang's soaking wet back, most of her previous annoyance dissipated, replaced by a strangely novel
feeling. She couldn't help but laugh and said, "Wait a minute! I haven't thanked you yet!"

Really? Old Wang swallowed hard, shamelessly conjuring up the phrase
"offering .

But he quickly dismissed his wishful thinking when he heard the sound of dressing behind him.
Sure enough, a moment later, Situ Qing, her exquisitely beautiful body clad in a white oversized t-shirt and black cotton trousers, appeared
before him, saying gratefully, "Uncle Wang, thank you so much this time. If that scumbag had
taken the photos, the consequences would have been unimaginable—wait, why aren't you getting up? Are your legs numb from squatting for so long?"

"Um…" Old Wang felt like he had a burning stick stuck in his crotch; how could he dare get up? He could only manage
a muffled groan.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Situ Qing's clear eyes darted around, noticing the erection that his squatting posture couldn't
completely conceal. She was surprised; a reaction was normal, but she hadn't expected this old man's thing to be so
long!

A slight smile played on her lips as she reached for the phone she'd taken from Shao Hua's pocket on the dressing table.
"Okay," she said, "I'll go to the living room and wash some fruit for you." With that, she turned and left.

A while later, Old Wang timidly emerged from the bedroom. He firmly refused the fruit Situ Qing offered
and hurriedly ran away. Situ Qing watched his retreating figure, both amused and exasperated. She thought, "A
man who's terrified of my naked body like a ghost—you're truly unique! And yet, you're not impotent; look at that erection
—it's more impressive than most men's!"

She shook her head, her gaze returning to the phone on the table, her eyes turning cold. This Shao Hua, just because
she refused to give him five thousand yuan, he got angry and tied her up to take nude photos to threaten her. Such a heartless scoundrel
! Is there any man in this world you can trust?

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

Several days passed in a flash. One afternoon, Situ Qing, wearing a silk nightgown, leaned against the window, gazing
outside, lost in thought and loneliness. Since the day she was frightened by Shao Hua, she had taken several days off from work. Partly
because the red marks from the tape on her body hadn't faded, and partly because of the betrayal, she was listless and
couldn't muster the energy to serve her clients.

As the top hostess at her club, taking a few days off was no problem, but she couldn't keep doing it indefinitely
. After all, she needed to maintain relationships with her regular clients, and she needed to support her sick mother and younger brother. Even if she was tired of this
job, even if she had over a million yuan in her bank account, she still couldn't see a day when she could escape her current situation.

She was genuinely grateful to Old Wang, who had helped her so much without taking advantage of her. She'd brought him plenty of fruit and snacks these past few days
, but he'd firmly refused each time. The last time she brought them
, she happened to run into the woman surnamed Yang from downstairs returning home. Seeing the woman's cold, sneer, she understood why Old Wang was so afraid of her. This, however
, only fueled her anger. Why should he? Just because you're the neighborhood committee director and the owners' committee director, does that mean
you can treat the doorman like your dog and not tolerate others being nice to him?

Is he your secret lover? If so, I'd be more accepting.

Right! That woman just left with her travel bag; it looks like she won't be back for a day or two. Alright,
she'd definitely invite Uncle Wang over for dinner today to repay this favor. Thinking this, she decisively called the gatehouse.
Old Wang answered, and upon hearing he was coming to her house for dinner, his instinct was to decline. However, how could he argue with the habitually charming
Situ Qing? Besides, he knew Director Yang wouldn't be back tonight, so he had no choice but to agree.

At six o'clock in the evening, Old Wang finished his shift and dawdled to the foot of Situ Qinglou. He looked around but saw no one there.
The others quickly slipped into the stairwell and rushed to Situ Qing's door, knocking briefly.
The door opened a moment later, revealing the bright-eyed, white-toothed, and slenderly beautiful Situ Qing.

"Uncle Wang, you've come at just the right time. The food is just ready,"

Old Wang chuckled, nodded, and quickly went inside, closing the door behind him before finally relaxing.

Situ Qing, seeing his expression, understood perfectly well that he was afraid of being seen by others. A slight discomfort welled up inside her,
but she quickly dismissed it. Since she was in this line of work, she had to be prepared for being looked down upon. Even though Old Wang
was a security guard, he might also look down on her and not want to associate with her. She shook her head, suppressing the thought
, and smiled, "Please sit wherever you like. I'll just serve the soup." With that, she turned and went into the kitchen.

Old Wang glanced at her back and noticed this time that she was wearing a pale yellow tight-fitting t-shirt and
black athletic shorts. Her two long, slender, snow-white legs were so alluring that he almost dared not look directly at them. Even more captivating
were her round, pert buttocks, which, while not as plump as Director Yang's, exuded a youthful and alluring
charm.

Just one glance made Old Wang's heart pound. He quickly turned to look at the sumptuous meal on the table and
sat down.

"Coming!" Situ Qing happily carried out a large bowl of fish head tofu soup, carefully
placing it in the center of the table before clapping her hands. She sat down opposite Old Wang and asked with a smile, "Uncle Wang, would you prefer
baijiu or beer?"

Old Wang wasn't a big drinker, but he used to drink beer when he was tired from working on construction sites. He
replied, "I can't hold my liquor, so

I'll have some beer." "Alright, then let's have beer." Situ Qing deftly pulled out two bottles of beer from under the table, filled two
glasses, and stood up to hand one to Old Wang. As she leaned forward, her loose neckline immediately
exposed her alluring breasts to Old Wang. The two mounds of snow-white, glistening flesh, and the deep cleavage between them, left Old Wang
speechless, completely dumbfounded, like a fool.

Having already sat back down, Situ Qing immediately understood the reason upon seeing Old Wang's expression. She wasn't
embarrassed at all, thinking, "Old Wang, don't be awkward. Ten men act like this around me . It
's okay, I'm used to it."

After two beers, Old Wang's face flushed, and his restraint finally dissipated somewhat. Situ Qing
was extremely perceptive and eloquent; in less than two bottles of beer, Old Wang had revealed everything,
even his heartbreaking story of fleeing his hometown ten years ago.

「这幺说，你在你们王家村耕了二十年的田，就因为坏了村长儿子的好事，
不得已逃了出来？」

「没错！狗日的，那春香虽然是个寡妇，但也不是你不经同意就能上的呀！
既然被我撞见了，哪怕你是村长的儿子，我该揍你还是揍你，这有什幺不对？」

「依我看啊老王叔，你一準是对春香有想法，否则你怎幺会那幺巧撞见这种
事？」

「没错，我是暗地裏喜欢春香，但我家裏穷得很，给我爹娘治病把钱都用光
了，人没救活，家也败了，就我这样的人，又怎幺敢妄想娶她？就算我没娶她，
我也不容她被人欺负！」

"Well..." Situ Qing's pretty face was flushed from drinking, making her quite adorable. "You beat up the village chief's
son for Chunxiang, and she didn't even appreciate it?"

Old Wang remained silent, downing a glass of beer in one gulp. He said in a low voice, "Later, everyone in the village came.
The village chief's son, the villain, accused me first, saying I wanted to rape Chunxiang, and that he was brave enough to stand up for her and I beat him... Tell me, do you think the villagers
believe a forty-year-old bachelor or the village chief's son?"

Situ Qing looked at the tears welling up in his eyes, her heart sinking. She asked in a low voice, "Didn't Chunxiang speak up for you?"

"She didn't say anything, just cried... I don't blame her. She's a widow, she's scared, I know. Besides,
I was tied up in the ancestral hall that night. If she hadn't secretly released me, I would have been in jail long ago... I really don't blame
her."

The two silently downed a glass of beer.

"Don't talk about me, what about you? Where are you from? How did you end up here?" Old Wang
asked, his eyes blurry with drunkenness.

"Me?" Situ Qing's smile was bitter. "I'm from X province.
Basically poor, burdened with debt."

"Hmm? What kind of work do you do?" Old Wang struggled to open his drunken eyes.

"Are you really unaware, or are you pretending?" Situ Qing grew displeased. Was there any point in playing dumb?

"I really don't know… should I know? You didn't register your occupation in the tenant file."

Situ Qing stared at Old Wang for a moment, a half-smile on her face. "Then what kind of work do you think I do?"

"You? It must be a very high-class job, right? In this neighborhood, besides Director Yang, your clothes are
the most high-class."

High-class, yes, but still just a high-class prostitute. Situ Qing smiled bitterly to herself, finally believing she had
truly misunderstood Old Wang. This old man was really naive and foolish—what kind of respectable job could a young woman have that only went to work at
five or six ?

She didn't know that although Lao Wang had been to massage parlors, those were the lowest-end ones. The girls there
were provided with room and board and stayed in the parlors from morning till night. How could Lao Wang know that some girls rented
rooms outside and didn't start work until five or six in the evening? His social experience meant he was completely unfamiliar with this kind of thing.

Seeing that Lao Wang didn't even know his profession, Situ Qing didn't want to expose him and simply changed the subject, pulling
Lao Wang to drink another glass.

"Hmm..." Lao Wang's face suddenly turned red. Situ Qing asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"I need to pee." It turned out he was holding it in.

"Then go ahead, the toilet is the first stall on the left behind you."

"You...you can close your eyes first, okay?" Lao Wang said awkwardly. He wanted to run to the toilet, but his
crotch stood up. No wonder he had been holding it in. Actually,
he wasn't usually this useless; it was just that Situ Qing was too alluring, and occasionally, when she bent over, she would reveal half of her...
Her snow-white, soft breasts had given Old Wang quite a hard time today; that thing wouldn't stop for a moment.

"I won't, go ahead and suffer if you dare," Situ Qing readily guessed his intentions, but having drunk
quite a bit , she wasn't in the mood for reason and said lazily.

Seeing her mechanically pick up her glass without closing her eyes, Old Wang, his face flushed, got up
and bent over, running towards the toilet. His erection was so strong it was pushing against his cheap black sweatpants
, almost touching his navel.

Seeing Old Wang's imposing figure, Situ Qing sobered up considerably. Last time she saw him erect, he
was squatting, so she couldn't see clearly, but today, standing up, the exaggerated size of his tent really startled her.
Goodness, this wasn't the size a man under 1.7 meters tall should have!

After a while, Old Wang slowly emerged from the bathroom. Situ Qing waited until he was seated, then smiled and said
, "Your...thing...are you really holding it in?"

"Ah? It's nothing, I'll be fine after I pee."

"I didn't mean pee!" Situ Qing stood up, walked over to Old Wang, bent down to look him in the eye,
pointed to the tent that was forming between his legs, and breathed alcohol from her rosy lips: "I meant here! This
thing!"

Old Wang, breathless from the fresh scent of her body and the beautiful view of her chest, was
startled and quickly covered his crotch, saying in a tearful voice, "No! It's a normal reaction, I can't control it, I
didn't mean it that way!"

"I didn't mean you're abnormal," Situ Qing said amusedly, "I meant you're having a hard time holding it in
, let me help you get it out."

"I wouldn't dare!" Old Wang's forehead was covered in cold sweat; who knew this young lady wasn't being sarcastic?

"I'm serious. You don't know what I do, right? This is what I do. Masturbating
is a piece of cake for me, easier than cooking or washing dishes." A self-deprecating smile appeared on Situ Qing's pretty face
.

"Ah? You're a prostitute?"

"Yes. You look down on me too?" Situ Qing straightened up, her smile fading.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I just didn't expect such a pretty girl like you to be a prostitute
."

"Of course there are pretty prostitutes, but Uncle Wang, you have good taste." Situ Qing deliberately touched
her breast with one hand, smiling meaningfully, "Someone like me isn't cheap, this is the price for the night." As she spoke, she
held up a hand.

"What? Five hundred, that much?" Old Wang's voice trembled. Although he didn't mind patronizing Situ Qing this time,
this price was far beyond his means.

"It's five thousand!" Situ Qing rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Don't panic, I didn't say I'd charge you. I'll give you a free handjob
today , as a way of repaying you for helping me a few days ago."

"Isn't that unnecessary?" Old Wang was still uneasy. He thought it was just a small favor, not worth
five thousand yuan at all. That was three months' salary for him.

"Stop talking nonsense, take off your pants! You don't want me to take them off for you, do you?" Situ Qing was used to impatient old men, but
he had never encountered anyone like this who hesitated even when offered something for free.

Old Wang, with a mournful face, stood up shakily and pulled his outer pants and underwear down to his knees. After doing this
, his old face turned red and even purple.

"Sit down." Seeing Old Wang's thing spring out, pointing skyward at a sixty-degree angle, Situ Qing
gasped , murmured for Old Wang to sit down, and knelt before him, then carefully examined the imposing and
magnificent penis before her. Having worked as a prostitute for two years, Situ Qing considered herself to have seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, penises, but
she had never seen one so perfectly formed.

Judging by its length, this...

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