Carnal desire is the best way to relax.

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Mingwei had just completed a project, earning the company a large sum of money. His own pocket was also full of the reward his boss had given him. In high spirits, he invited his fiancée, Ninglu, to dinner. At his simple lodgings, he ordered several dishes, opened a bottle of wine, and they drank heartily.

Ninglu accepted the invitation, overjoyed because Mingwei finally had time to spend with her. Moreover, she knew Mingwei's boss was giving him a week-long vacation, and she had already made wonderful plans for the week.

Mingwei and Ninglu ate for a long time, until they were very full. As the night deepened, Mingwei had also drunk his fill. He held Ninglu tightly, trying to force her to drink the last half glass of wine. Ninglu had been restraining herself, drinking slowly. Then, she broke free from Mingwei's embrace, snatched the wine glass, and poured the entire glass into Mingwei's mouth. Mingwei drank it with a smile, feeling very happy.

Seeing that Mingwei was already quite drunk, Ninglu said, "That's enough, stop drinking and listen to me."

Mingwei said, "What do you want to say? Please say it."

Ninglu said, "From now on, I want you to follow my orders."

Mingwei, slightly tipsy, replied, "Okay."

Ninglu said, "You promised, you can't go back on your word." Saying this, she opened her purse and took out a stack of things. Mingwei looked at them and saw neatly folded white gauze scarves. He asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

Ninglu said, "Just let me do as I say, why do you care so much?"

She unfolded a long strip of gauze scarf, about two meters long, and said to Mingwei, "Please put your hands behind your back."

Mingwei said, "I won't." Ninglu

wouldn't have it, and shouted, "You just said you'd listen to me and you can't go back on your word." She went behind Mingwei, forcibly pulled his arms together, and tightly bound his wrists and arms with the gauze scarf.

Mingwei had drunk too much and couldn't exert any strength, so he had no choice but to let her do as she pleased.

After Ninglu finished tying Mingwei's hands, she insisted on stuffing a small gauze into his mouth, then tied it shut with another gauze.

She then laughed, "Now let's see what you can protest against!" She kissed him, pulled him to his feet, and said, "Let's go."

Mingwei, used to teasing Ninglu, was full of questions but obediently followed her outside. Ninglu helped him put on a trench coat, collar turned up, hood pulled up. The car was parked outside. Ninglu had Mingwei sit in the front passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, locked his door, and drove off. As

the car drove out of the city, Mingwei shifted, wanting to say something, but only made a few muffled sounds. He turned to look at Ninglu with a questioning gaze. Ninglu smiled, suddenly stopped the car, removed Mingwei's hood, and took out another gauze to tightly cover his eyes, pulling the hood down to almost completely obscure his face. She patted his shoulder and laughed, "Don't resist. Today I'm going to be a bully and take you up the mountain."

Mingwei couldn't see anything or speak, and his hands were tightly bound, but it didn't hurt. This state of confinement gave him a novel feeling, a mysterious pleasure. He quieted down, wanting to see what Ninglu wanted to do.

The car drove for a while and finally stopped. This was a villa that Ninglu had recently bought, located halfway up a small mountain in the suburbs. Because there were few people around, Ninglu didn't usually come here. She only came yesterday to make some preparations; she planned to spend a week here with Mingwei.

The car stopped directly in the underground garage. She activated the automatic system, closed the doors, and turned on the air conditioning. Then she unbuckled Mingwei's seatbelt and helped him out of the car. There was an elevator in the garage, and they went directly to the second floor. The second floor wasn't large, with only a living room of about 30 square meters, a bedroom with a balcony, and a bathroom.

The lights were automatically controlled; as soon as they arrived at the door, the soft lights turned on. Ninglu didn't release Mingwei from his restraints. She removed his trench coat and half-helped, half-pushed him to sit on the sofa in the living room, saying, "Wait here, I'll be right there." She went into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air.

Mingwei seemed to sober up; he struggled, but his hands were numb from being bound, unable to move an inch, and his eyes and mouth were tightly shut. Ninglu's laughter rang out, "Don't bother, I won't let you go tonight. I'll get my revenge on your usual domineering ways." She approached Mingwei, untied his hands, and stripped off his shirt. While his hands were still immobile, she bound him again. This time, she only tied his wrists in front. Then, pressing him onto the sofa, she stripped him naked, piece by piece. Ninglu pressed her face against his well-developed pectoral muscles, kissing him several times, letting out a trembling sigh. Then she pulled him up, gently saying, "Come with me, it won't hurt you."

Ninglu led Mingwei into the bathroom, where a large bathtub was filled with steaming hot water. She carefully helped Mingwei into the bathtub, laid him down, and pulled his hands up over his head, securing them to the stainless steel handle at one end of the tub.

The water was warm, soaking his entire body up to his chin. Ninglu had placed a towel under his head; it felt very comfortable. He moved his legs, but couldn't touch Ninglu. Where was she? Mingwei splashed water forcefully, wetting the gauze covering his mouth and eyes. He tried to pull the gauze off his eyes. Suddenly, Ninglu's hand pressed down on him, pulling him back into place, and she leaned over to embrace him. It turned out she had just undressed and stepped into the bathtub.

Ninglu tightly hugged Mingwei's smooth body, entwining around him, scratching at him, biting and nibbling at him, panting, writhing, her passion surging. Her lips and tongue covered his entire body, her own hair soaked. She held Mingwei tightly, with all her might, suffocating him.

Mingwei was also excited. Though blind, his senses were heightened. He writhed, responding to Ninglu's touch. His head swayed, his chest heaved, and his breathing became rapid.

Ninglu pulled the object from his mouth, lowered her lips for a deep kiss, and forcefully probed with her tongue, intertwining with Mingwei's.

Mingwei became erect. He shifted his position, then thrust his hips forward, penetrating Ninglu. Ninglu felt as if struck by lightning, her body trembling and heaving involuntarily.

Mingwei fiercely sucked on Ninglu's tongue, clamping his legs around her, and began to move vigorously. Ninglu gasped for breath, trembling all over, gripping Mingwei's arms tightly. Her screams were swallowed by his deep kisses, turning into low moans.

A cry of ecstasy rolled through Mingwei's throat as he thrust sharply, one thrust after another, becoming increasingly rapid, until suddenly he pressed deep inside, a gush of fluid erupting, striking Ninglu's most sensitive spot. Ninglu convulsed uncontrollably, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She gripped Mingwei's shoulders, reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy! Ah, a breath seemed to escape from her very core, her entire body going limp.

They remained pressed together, silent for a moment, only the gentle lapping of the hot water.

Mingwei's lips searched for Ninglu's, murmuring, "Can you let me go now?" Ninglu seemed to awaken, looking up at Mingwei's blindfolded eyes, and asked with a smile, "Is this alright? Do you want me to let you go?"

Mingwei moved his wrists, softly saying, "This is fine. But I want to hug you, let go of my hands."

Ninglu said coquettishly, "I said I want to torment you all night."

Mingwei said, "Let me go first, and if you really want, I'll let you tie me up again, okay?"

Ninglu was speechless, so she could only say, "Okay, just let go of your hands." She leaned over Mingwei to untie his hands, but the gauze scarf was tied too tightly, and she couldn't untie it after a long time. Mingwei's face suddenly touched something soft and elastic. He opened his mouth and took it in; it was Ninglu's breast. He sucked hard, and Ninglu cried out in pain, scolding, "Stop it, or I won't let you go."

Mingwei quickly begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, I won't."

Finally, his hands were freed, and the gauze scarf left red marks on his wrists. Ninglu kissed them tenderly and asked, "Does it hurt?" Mingwei shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little numb."

Like a magician, Mingwei ripped off the blindfold, grabbed Ninglu, and pinned her down, his hands sloshing over her face. She choked, struggled, and cried out. Mingwei lowered his head and held her breath with a long kiss, crossing her wrists above her head, holding them with one hand while vigorously rubbing them from top to bottom with the other. He only released her when he thought she couldn't hold back any longer.

Ninglu's face was flushed, and she punched Mingwei, laughing and cursing between breaths, "You bad boy! I should have kept you!"

Mingwei chuckled and didn't say anything. They helped each other shower, dried themselves, and put on the long nightgowns Ninglu had prepared. They snuggled together and returned to the living room.

The living room was simply yet luxuriously furnished, with a thick carpet covering the entire room. Three comfortable and spacious three-seater sofas surrounded a sturdy mahogany low coffee table, which was at least 1.5 meters wide and 2 meters long. The French windows were covered by thick curtains, and several landscape oil paintings on the wall were clearly the work of famous artists. In the corner was a small bar, with rows of bottles and stemmed glasses of various shapes gleaming enticingly.

Mingwei looked around and asked curiously, "Aren't you watching TV?" Ninglu

smiled, "I don't watch TV here."

Ninglu stood up, walked to the bar, and asked Mingwei, "What would you like to drink?"

"Anything," Mingwei replied.

Ninglu poured a glass of red wine and a glass of orange juice, adding ice. She swirled them and handed them to Mingwei.

Mingwei smiled and said, "You drink, I had too much to drink earlier." He exchanged glasses with Ninglu. They sipped their drinks, lazily reclining on the sofa, chatting animatedly.

The room was warm and cozy. Mingwei finished his orange juice and poured himself another. He also opened the refrigerator to check; it was full of food and various kinds of ice cream. He glanced at Ninglu; she was looking at him, their eyes meeting in a smile. A soft nightgown draped her voluptuous body, her bare feet and legs partially exposed. He was instantly aroused again. Holding his glass, he walked over and asked in a sweet voice, "Aren't you going to show me the bedroom?"

Ninglu finished her drink and smiled, saying, "Let's go."

The bedroom was predominantly white, with a large, bronze-pillared bed, snow-white sheets and blankets, a pile of large, fluffy pillows, and a small bedside table with only a white telephone and a white alarm clock. There were no other windows; a thick, white jacquard curtain separated the balcony outside the French windows. A white dressing table alongside the bed had a large mirror and many small drawers. A long dressing bench and a row of white wardrobes against the wall were also white.

In addition, there was a strange, large wooden armchair. A long white scarf was draped over the chair.

Mingwei was already somewhat unable to restrain himself. He put his glass on the dressing table, hugged Ninglu, and said, "Let's do it again." Before Ninglu could respond, he pushed her onto the bed and pressed himself against her.

They were locked in a passionate, tumultuous struggle again.

Mingwei, recalling his earlier submissive state, was seized by a mischievous impulse. Taking advantage of Ninglu's inattention, he sat on her, covered her face with a large pillow, and quickly grabbed the belt from his nightgown, binding Ninglu's hands to the brass post at the head of the bed. Ninglu, suffocated by the pillow and Mingwei's body, knew he had ulterior motives but couldn't break free. She twisted and turned desperately, writhing her legs.

Mingwei tightened his grip on Ninglu's hands, straightened up, removed the pillow, and smiled at her, "How about that? Not over yet?" He got out of bed, picked up another nightgown belt, and, ignoring Ninglu's resistance, pulled her straight, binding her legs to the brass post at the head of the bed as well.

Ninglu's body stiffened, and she gasped, "Let me go! Tonight is mine, you can't go back on your word!" Mingwei chuckled, mimicking her words, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Ninglu tried to say something, but Mingwei grabbed a gauze scarf from the chair and wrapped it tightly around her mouth, choking her words back down her throat. He said, "I won't let you protest either."

Mingwei admired Ninglu's outstretched arms and legs, stroking her soft, undulating body. He picked up a glass and poured orange juice little by little into Ninglu's cleavage, licking it with his tongue and smacking his lips, "So sweet."

Then, after thinking for a moment, he unfolded a nightgown, cupped Ninglu's head, and wrapped it around her, tucking the sleeve over her eyes so she couldn't see anything. All she could hear was his voice, "Wait a minute, there's something good to eat."

A moment later, Ninglu felt something cool; Mingwei had brought ice cream and was smearing it on her high, firm breasts, licking it. He muttered to himself, "Ice on snow, pale yellow on the left, emerald green on the right." He lifted her waist, padded her with several pillows to make her buttocks stand high, and rubbed around her lower body, saying, "This must be pink, lovely pink." He buried his head down, licking and sucking hard after finishing. He even stuck his tongue inside, licking that tender spot.

Ninglu was both laughing and crying at his teasing, struggling and twisting, her hands and feet tightly spread apart, powerless.

The ice, combined with his lips and tongue, intensely stimulated Ninglu, and her twisting had turned from protest into desire.

Mingwei sensed her desire, his hot body pressing down on her, holding her tightly. He whispered in her ear, "I won't let you go, you try making love like this."

He caressed her, the back of his foot rubbing against the sole of her foot, accurately entering her body, rising and falling deeply and shallowly, rubbing left and right, while slapping her, pinching her, pinching her nose, suffocating her.

Ninglu became excited and struggled violently. The bindings on her hands and feet brought a strange pleasure to her during the intense struggle. The tightly bound mouth muffled her voice, a pleasure different from when Mingwei's kisses had silenced her. Blindfolded, her senses were heightened. Ninglu had never made love like this before. Forced to submit, Mingwei's various movements, his vigorous thrusts, wave after wave, drove her to a frenzy, reaching the peak of pleasure! She breathed rapidly, whimpered, and writhed wildly. She fell into a semi-conscious state.

Ninglu's sexual response excited Mingwei immensely, igniting all his masculine instincts. In the intense lovemaking, he reached a state he had never experienced before! He cried out, moved, and with one last powerful thrust, ejaculated his essence, collapsing onto Ninglu.

They lay there, drenched in sweat, exhausted, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, Ninglu awoke to complete darkness, her limbs unresponsive. She suddenly remembered that she was still bound and dazed by Mingwei. She straightened up, waking Mingwei, who was still on top of her.

Mingwei opened his eyes, chuckled, and quickly sat up, removing the nightgown from Ninglu's head and the gauze from her mouth.

He cupped Ninglu's face in his hands, gently rubbed it for a while, kissed it, and said with a smile, "It's alright, not bad." Ninglu's

throat was dry, and she couldn't speak.

Mingwei poured a glass of water and fed Ninglu mouth-to-mouth. After drinking a few sips, Ninglu turned her head away and said reproachfully, "Aren't you going to let me go, you bad boy?"

Mingwei stood by the bed, examining Ninglu's outstretched limbs, and laughed, "You're like a blooming flower right now, I really don't want to let you go, you're so beautiful." Seeing Ninglu's glare, he quickly added, "Okay, okay, I'll let you go right away."

He pounced on Ninglu, kissed her again, and then slowly untied her legs, holding them in his arms, rubbing and kissing them. His kisses and caresses made Ninglu feel itchy and tingly. She tried to pull away but couldn't; Mingwei held her tightly. A surge of heat rose from the soles of her feet, and Ninglu's breathing quickened again, her body beginning to writhe. As if in response, Mingwei was also excited. He lifted her legs and delved deeper, searching for that secret place of ecstasy. Overwhelming waves of desire brought them into a state of perfect unity once more.

When their passion was over, Mingwei finally released Ninglu.

They took another shower, Ninglu changed the sheets, and they nestled together, whispering sweet nothings before drifting into a sweet dream.

When Mingwei woke up, Ninglu wasn't beside him. He put on his pajamas and went to the bathroom. He heard Ninglu's cheerful voice: "Good morning! Are you up? Breakfast will be ready soon."

After showering, Mingwei looked refreshed. Ninglu had already laid out his breakfast on the table: two perfectly cooked, golden-yellow fried eggs, four slices of toast with jam and butter, a large glass of hot milk, and a bunch of bananas—Mingwei's favorite. Ninglu smiled at him and asked, "Is that enough? Anything else?"

Mingwei was hungry and wolfed down his food, nodding, then shaking his head, smiling at Ninglu.

Ninglu deliberately asked, "Want more? Not enough?"

Mingwei shook his head vigorously as he ate. "Not enough?" Ninglu pressed again.

Mingwei finally swallowed what was in his mouth and said loudly, "That's enough, you know how much I can eat." Then he hurriedly drank his milk. Ninglu

smiled happily and peeled a banana for him. Mingwei reached for it, but Ninglu pulled her hand back, saying,

"Eat it after you eat, or it'll upset your stomach."

Only after Mingwei finished the eggs, toast, and milk did Ninglu give him the banana. She tidied up the dishes and put them in the kitchen sink.

Mingwei finished his banana in two bites and followed her to the kitchen, saying, "I'll wash them, you can rest for a while."

Ninglu made way for him and talked to him.

Back in the living room, Ninglu drew back the curtains, and sunlight streamed in at an angle, swaying the green trees outside the French windows, creating a picturesque scene. Mingwei looked at Ninglu; she was wearing a white long dress, her freshly washed hair casually tied in a high bun, smiling at him, radiating vitality and charm. He pulled her into his lap, kissing her face and the back of her neck, his heart filled with loving tenderness.

Mingwei asked softly, "Take off your clothes, let me see, okay?"

Ninglu blushed and said, "I won't take them off."

"Why?"

"Hmm... in broad daylight, it's not dry, it looks bad." Ninglu twisted her body.

"I want them to look good," Mingwei insisted.

"No."

"I want to see," Mingwei insisted again.

“I don’t want to see.”

Mingwei laughed and said, “We have a way to solve this problem.”

Ninglu looked at him suspiciously, waiting for him to continue.

Mingwei calmly said, “1. I told you to take off your clothes, but you didn’t, right?” Ninglu nodded.

“2. I think it looks good, but you think it looks bad, right?” Ninglu nodded again. “3. I want to see, but you don’t want to see, right?” Ninglu thought for a moment and nodded again.

Mingwei smiled smugly and asked again, “These three points, do you agree? Don’t just nod, speak.”

Ninglu thought for a moment, didn’t see anything wrong with it, and whispered, “Yes.”

“Haha, I’ll solve this problem,” Mingwei said. “First, if you don’t take off your clothes, I’ll help you take them off; it won’t count as you taking them off. Second, if I think they look good, I’ll look; if you don’t, you don’t have to look. Isn’t that fine?”

Ninglu didn’t understand what he meant and asked, “What do you mean, you can look or I can’t?”

Mingwei went into the bedroom, took out a gauze scarf, then hugged her, pressed her down to sit on the floor, and wrapped her arms and body between his legs. He held her head and said, “I’ll blindfold you and help you take off your clothes. Problem solved.”

Ninglu twisted her body and said, “It’s not like that.”

Mingwei tightened his legs and held her head firmly with both hands, preventing her from escaping. He pretended to be angry and said, “Don’t be unreasonable. Listen to me!” He then pleaded softly, “Let me see, just this once, okay?”

Ninglu reluctantly agreed and said, “Okay, just for a moment.”

Mingwei gently but firmly blindfolded her, helped her up, slowly took off her clothes, and pulled her into the sunlight.

Golden sunlight bathed Ninglu's entire body, her alabaster skin shimmering with a soft glow. Mingwei guided her hands, slowly turning her around, deeply captivated by her beauty. After a long while, he couldn't help but exclaim, "God truly creates miracles!"

Ninglu didn't need her eyes to feel Mingwei's burning gaze. She basked in the sunlight, and also in Mingwei's deep love. Though somewhat shy, Ninglu obediently let him do as he pleased. Leaning against Mingwei, she placed her hands above her head, like a statue, radiating mature feminine perfection. A torrent of love surged within Mingwei. He gazed at Ninglu, caressed her, and trembled slightly. Suddenly, he took off his clothes, tightly embracing Ninglu, pressing his body against hers. He was sincerely grateful to God for giving him such a wonderful woman.

The intense sensation made Ninglu's legs weak, and she couldn't stand. Mingwei gently laid her down on the coffee table. The dark red coffee table perfectly accentuated Ninglu's fair and full figure. Mingwei couldn't help but kiss her passionately, from her face to her toes, every inch of her body.

Ninglu's desire was aroused; she responded to Mingwei's kisses, seeking and yearning for his touch and penetration. Low breaths escaped from her lungs as she embraced Mingwei, entwining herself around him, pressing him forcefully against her, her fingernails digging into his flesh.

They rolled and entangled on the coffee table, finally merging together, exploding in their deepest love.

Mingwei got up, carried the limp Ninglu to the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and crawled in, embracing her tightly, constantly caressing and kissing her, wishing he could melt her into his own body.

Ninglu was like a drunkard, her limbs floating, every cell sucking in Mingwei's tenderness and affection. She was truly intoxicated, drunk in the love she longed for, drunk in the chaotic and fervent desire.

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