Zhao Yazhi - The Tenderness Between Her Crotches (Author Unknown)

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It was a Saturday. When I arrived at the hotel, the fans outside were in high spirits. This made me very proud of Sister Zhi; it's a blessing to be loved by so many fans. I was also a little smug and wanted to tell them that I often had close contact with Sister Zhi, but I was afraid they wouldn't believe me, and if they did, they would be very jealous, and there might even be some danger involved.

The event venue had been booked by the fan club leaders. As the fans entered, I followed the crowd in, but I was stopped at the entrance. They all seemed to have some kind of pass or pass when they entered, while I had nothing. After everyone else had gone in, I was still anxiously pacing outside. In desperation, I sent a message to
Zhao Yazhi telling her that I was outside. I knew she was very busy at that moment, greeting the fans with a smile and answering their questions, and I really shouldn't bother her, but I really wanted to see her surrounded by fans, so I sent the message anyway.

She didn't reply, and I was very disappointed. I stood there blankly at the door, feeling lost. A while later, a staff member came out and asked, "Are you Mr. Ho?" I said yes. He said, "Okay, please come in." It must have been Sister Zhi who sent him! I was troubling her even when she was so busy, yet she still thought of me.
I felt both apologetic and touched.

As soon as I entered the hall, I saw Zhao Yazhi in the middle of the stage. She waved and smiled slightly when she saw me, then turned to talk to others. But all the fans turned to look at me. I had never been looked at with such envious eyes before; I felt dizzy with happiness. However, I didn't want too much
attention, so I sat quietly in a corner. But people kept turning to look at me with strange eyes, making me feel a little uncomfortable. Judging from the fans' accents, it seemed there were many from mainland China as well, and the male-to-female ratio was about the same. It turned out that many women also liked Zhao Yazhi. They gave Sister Zhi gifts and hugged her warmly; the scene was very lively.

Zhao Yazhi stood radiant on stage, wearing a deep red, form-fitting, low-cut long dress and a black shawl,
exuding an air of noble sexiness. A calm and composed smile remained on her face, a stark contrast to her understated elegance at home
. I stared at her, repeatedly thinking, "So beautiful, so beautiful." She always manages
to display different kinds of beauty at different times. As an ordinary woman at home, she is peaceful and gentle, without a
trace of celebrity airs, making her very approachable. When acting in television dramas, she is the embodiment of that woman, making it impossible for the audience
to distinguish her from the character. On stage, however, she shone brightly, her eyes sparkling with brilliance. Her beauty was
captivating, leaving one mesmerized at first glance, unable to look away yet too afraid to stare directly.

The highlight of the event was Zhao Yazhi singing with her fans on stage. Those who made it onto the stage were so excited
that some even sang off-key.

Because she frequently bent over towards the audience, Zhao Yazhi's shawl kept slipping down. So she took it off,
revealing her smooth shoulders and beautiful collarbones, eliciting screams from her fans below, especially from the female fans
. I didn't quite understand why women were interested in another woman. I was stunned by her beauty, but I
didn't scream with the crowd. I felt a little mocking towards them; they'd only seen a few people and were already this
excited .

At the end of the event, Zhao Yazhi signed autographs and took individual photos with her fans, almost always
obliging . However, due to the large number of people and the extended duration, the organizers eventually ended the autograph session and
took a group photo. As Zhao Yazhi walked backstage, she waved goodbye to her fans,
who , watching her figure disappear with reluctance. Almost everyone stayed,
chatting amongst themselves.

Just then, I received a message on my phone. It was from Zhao Yazhi: "Xiao Wen, it's been so long! I didn't expect to
see you here. Come to the parking lot behind the hotel, take my car."

I rushed out and headed straight for the parking lot, but I didn't know where her car was. Then her driver got out of the car and
waved to me. I got in and said to Zhao Yazhi, "Congratulations on the successful fan meeting, Sister Zhi."

My comment, so reminiscent of a mainland conference, made Zhao Yazhi smile: "Every gathering is a success."

I said with admiration, "I've never been to a fan meeting before, but seeing Sister Zhi's popularity today, it's truly
overwhelming !"

At this point, the driver interjected, "Hong Kong is always so enthusiastic. Although I can't accompany Sister Zhi to the mainland, I
know the enthusiasm there is no less than in Hong Kong."

Zhao Yazhi smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

When we arrived at her house, she sat down on the sofa and after a while said to me, "I'm very tired today. I
'm going to change and take a shower first. I called you over because I wanted you to give me a massage. You don't mind, do you?"

I quickly replied, "Of course not, it's my duty."

Zhao Yazhi turned and left. I felt bored and looked around the living room. The surroundings seemed to come
alive with the mood of the hostess. I thought she looked and was in a good mood today. I heard the sound of water from the bathroom; she had already
undressed and started showering. I sighed. I had seen her naked before and even touched her body through her clothes.
These intimate encounters had stirred my desire, but they had never truly satisfied me. It was torture for me.
I was going to massage her later, and of course I wanted to touch her body, but I couldn't bear the torment of my erection that I couldn't
release . I was caught in a conflicting feeling of both anticipation and fear.

Just as I was lost in thought, Zhao Yazhi had finished bathing and came out. A beauty after a bath is the most captivating, like a virgin reborn,
like a lotus emerging from the water. Every part of her body is clear and fresh, exuding a pure fragrance. I shifted my flustered
gaze elsewhere and said, "Sister Zhi, let me give you a massage."

Zhao Yazhi said, "Okay, is it okay on my breasts?"

I said, "My breasts are too soft, but it's alright, isn't it?"

I didn't dare to have any more sexual fantasies about her body, fearing that my erection would become unbearable and I would have nowhere to relieve it. But
desire is hard to control with reason. When my hands touched her soft body, I couldn't help but want to
strip her naked and pin her down to release my pent-up desire. So I quickly tried to distract myself by chatting with her: "Sister Zhi, your fans are really enthusiastic today
."

Zhao Yazhi said with satisfaction, "I'm very proud that so many people like me, but I don't want them
to sacrifice too much for me, afraid of interfering with their lives."

She always considers others like this. I gently corrected her: "Sister Zhi, having someone you like and
being willing to sacrifice for them is a happy thing. Think about how you feel about your husband and son, don't you feel the same way?"
I felt it was inappropriate as soon as I mentioned her husband, afraid of upsetting her.

Unexpectedly, she didn't seem to care: "Hmm, what you said makes sense, but they are my family after all. Hmm,
Xiaowen, I've been very happy these past few days. Guangye's injury has basically healed, he's back in school, and I think his..."
"My mental state has improved a lot. My husband came back two days ago and we talked a lot. I also know his thoughts."

She got up as she said this. I was massaging her back, which was affecting her speech. She asked me to move the
massage down and turned to me, saying, "Xiao Wen, do you know? My husband is doing something beneficial for the Hong Kong entertainment industry
. I've always thought he's a man with a sense of justice and responsibility. I haven't misjudged him."

Her words piqued my interest, and I pressed her for details. Zhao Yazhi continued, "The entertainment industry
is too complicated. Let me tell you simply. You must have heard of Hong Kong Yuan Kai Entertainment Company, right?"

I nodded and said, "I know it's very famous. They've produced many movies."

Zhao Yazhi said, "The boss of this company, Fang Zhonghuai, is very powerful and has a lot of
influence . He's done a lot of unethical things, forcing artists to make films but giving them very low pay. He bullies female stars.
Unknown female artists dare not speak out. If you offend him, not to mention your career, you might even lose your life." "

I couldn't help but click my tongue: 'Is he really that powerful?'

Zhao Yazhi said, 'What I told you is just the tip of the iceberg.
The female celebrity who was photographed with my husband in the newspaper is a newcomer who has just debuted. She's being exploited and bullied, and at the same time, she's been noticed by another big film company.
They offered to pay her breach of contract fee to help her switch companies, but Yuankai Film Company just won't let her go. They're making things difficult for her at every turn,
and even sent people to beat her up. The other film company is also very powerful, and they've always been at odds with Fang Zhongren, so they secretly
supported her in suing Yuankai Film Company. That's how they found my husband. The person who took those photos is also
a reporter from Yuankai Film Company. I've always hated that company, and I've wronged my husband.'

After listening, I said, 'This is a righteous act to protect the interests of artists. But I'm afraid it will offend Yuankai Film Company.'"

"I was worried," Zhao Yazhi said. "But my husband is a well-known lawyer in Hong Kong, and
he has the support of another large company. Besides, these kinds of company disputes don't usually target lawyers, so I don't think anything will
happen."

Zhao Yazhi rolled over. "I understand my husband now, and my mood immediately brightened. Also, the other night,
almost the whole family was home. Except for Guangyi in Canada, Guanghong and Guangye were all there. I personally cooked
a table full of dishes. It's been a long time since the family had such a happy dinner together." I thought to myself, having a family
dinner has become a luxury for her. It's kind of pitiful. Even this simple happiness is hard to satisfy. Celebrities
have their hardships too.

She smiled and said, "So I've been in a good mood these past two days. Before, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to face my fans in a good mood
." "She even laughed out loud as she spoke, seemingly still immersed in the pleasant atmosphere of that dinner.
Seeing her happiness, I was happy for her, but at the same time, I felt a strange sense of loss, as if my status in her heart
had declined. Then I thought, I'm just someone's hired hand, no different from a maid or cook, so why should
I be sentimental ? I tried to console myself like this, but I still couldn't help feeling sad.

Zhao Yazhi called out to me, 'Xiaowen, what are you thinking about? Use your hands a little more force. If you make me feel relaxed and not tired,
I can cook for you.'

I was shocked: 'What? You're going to cook for me?'

Zhao Yazhi smiled and said, 'Are you surprised? I haven't properly thanked you for what you did for Guangye, and I
don't know how to thank you, so I'll treat you to a home-cooked meal to express my gratitude. Actually, that's why I called you here.
Asking you to massage me is secondary. Hmm, is that okay?'

I hurriedly waved my hands: 'No, no, no, it's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that how can you
cook ? You're Zhao Yazhi.'" "In my haste, I didn't know what to say.

She chuckled, 'Of course I'm Zhao Yazhi, but who says Zhao Yazhi can't cook? I'll go make it
now , you sit and wait, we'll go to the dining room in a bit.' With that, she got up and went to the kitchen. I was utterly
flattered and speechless, plopped down on the sofa, overwhelmed by this unexpected happiness. Just moments ago,
I thought she no longer valued me, and my mood plummeted to rock bottom, but unexpectedly, I was suddenly on a cloud of unreal happiness.

A short while later, she brought out four Cantonese dishes and a bottle of baijiu. She actually wanted to drink baijiu too? I sat there
bewildered , wanting to suggest she switch to red wine, but ultimately remained silent. She poured
the wine into two glasses, placing one in front of me and saying, 'Xiaowen, let's have a toast first.'

We raised our glasses together, and she said, 'Xiaowen, thank you so much, thank you again. Guangye is
my most beloved child, so please don't refuse my gratitude, I had to say it.'"

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded repeatedly, "I understand, Sister Zhi, Sister Zhi." We
drank it Zhi
, don't drink anymore. Hong Kong people are probably not used to drinking baijiu."

After a glass of baijiu, Zhao Yazhi's face immediately flushed. She smiled, pushed me away, and waved her hand, saying, "
Who says I'm from Hong Kong? Actually, I'm from the Central Plains. What's a little baijiu? I'm happy today." As she spoke, she
filled two more glasses.

I quickly said, "Then don't drink to the top again this time. Wine is meant to be savored, isn't it?"

Zhao Yazhi still smiled brightly, "Savor it when you should savor it, drink it when you should drink it heartily. Come and try my
cooking ." "She started serving me food, and I didn't know how to express my politeness, even thinking of getting up. Her cooking skills were
excellent looked, smelled, and tasted delicious. After eating, I sincerely praised her, 'Sister Zhi, you are truly
a wonderful woman, both elegant in the living room and skilled in the kitchen.'

Zhao Yazhi laughed heartily upon hearing this, 'Because of your words, let's have another drink. This time, let's not
drink heavily , just savor the wine.' Since I met her, I had never heard her laugh so heartily and happily, as if all
the gloom had dissipated and all worries had vanished.

She smiled and said, 'I'm truly destined to meet doctors. In the TV series, Xu Xian, who married a doctor, was a physician; my first husband was
a doctor ; my second teacher was also a doctor; and now, you, whom I've met, are also a doctor.'" "I was secretly delighted that she could
compare me to her husband.

We talked about her fans and her happy family, things she loved, so
she spoke with great joy, laughing constantly, pouring drinks for each other, and finishing a bottle in the midst of our conversation. I looked at her
flushed , her eyes slightly closed, laughing and chatting, her shy and intoxicated appearance a different kind of beauty I had never seen before, and
I couldn't help but have a thought again. Today I had no intention of being intimate, but she was just too alluring. We finally succumbed to the alcohol, and when she
stood up swayed, so I quickly helped her and carried her step by step to her bedroom."

Her arms were soft and warm, but even softer were her breasts. When I touched her breasts while supporting her arm, I
felt an electric shock, a wave of pleasure coursing through my body. When we reached her bedroom, she was lying on the bed with her legs
propped up, still smiling. Looking at her body, she was like a sacred statue, her figure alluring, her
smile sweet, calling my name and speaking to me. Perhaps it was the allure of the beauty before me, or perhaps
the stimulation of the alcohol, but my penis instantly became erect. She lay on the bed, completely unaware of my arousal.

I was eager to pounce on her, but then I remembered how much she trusted me, how she had invited me to her home to
cook . Doing this seemed… Emboldened by alcohol, I couldn't care less anymore. That's how fearless a drunkard is—
even if I died the next second after sleeping with her, I wouldn't regret it! The thought I'd contemplated countless times before finally came to fruition
!

I pressed myself against her, and she suddenly stopped laughing, struggling to get up, saying, "Xiaowen
, what are you doing? What are you doing?!"

I panted and said, "Sister Zhi, I like you so much, you're so tempting, I can't take it anymore,
give yourself to me."

Zhao Yazhi pushed me away, saying, "Xiaowen, don't do this, you've had too much to drink, we've all had too much to drink, let's sober up
." But her body was weak and powerless after drinking, and it had no effect on my strong body. Her resistance only
stimulated my desire. She was wearing casual clothes, thin and loose. I quickly tore open her clothes at the chest and
buried my head in her breasts, kissing them passionately. Her smooth skin, I could finally kiss her with my mouth! I pulled her
pants down to her calves, and then stomped on them with my foot, and her pants fell completely to the ground.

Zhao Yazhi's voice trembled and changed tone: "Xiaowen, Xiaowen, wake up! What are you doing?
How could you do this to me?" Her voice was always so beautiful. Listening to her anxious yet
gentle voice calling out again and again, I felt my blood rush to my head, and I didn't care about anything else. Her cries seemed
to awaken the wildness that had been dormant within me for a long time. I violently tore off her clothes. Since she had changed after taking a shower,
she wasn't wearing underwear. Zhao Yazhi in front of me was stripped down to only a narrow lace panty.

Seeing that she couldn't overpower me and that her cries couldn't stop me, she gave up struggling and crying out,
lying there quietly, letting the tears slide down her cheeks. Seeing her cry, I slowly stopped and stood up.
I couldn't bear to see her sad and tearful, like a pear blossom in spring rain, making me feel sorry for her and unable to bring myself to hurt her. Seeing that I
had stopped, she struggled to sit up, trying to pick up her pants from the floor and put them on. As soon as she stood up, her breasts were prominently displayed in my vision
. My willpower ultimately succumbed to lust, and I pounced on her again, grabbing her breasts and pushing her back down onto
the bed . All feelings of pity and compassion vanished. All I wanted was to have her, to relieve my penis
's pain. I just wanted to make love to her, to fulfill my long-held desire. At that moment, there were no clients or
doctors , no celebrities or fans. At that moment, my only identity was that of a man, and hers
was that of a woman. My engorged penis needed the relief of her warm vagina—that was all!

She closed her eyes in despair. I greedily kissed her nipples, grabbed her breasts, and with my other hand,
I groped her lower body, caressing her genitals through her panties. She sobbed softly. At that moment, I
knew what I was doing. Guilt still lingered in my heart. With her nipple in my mouth, I mumbled, "Sister Zhi
, Sister Zhi, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Please save me, save me, just this once, just this once."

Zhao Yazhi said in a tearful voice, "Xiao Wen, you did something wrong, you really did something wrong. What are you going to do now?"

I almost growled, "Then you should call out my name when you have an orgasm during masturbation. That's the right thing to do." "Huh?"

Zhao Yazhi exclaimed, "Ah!" She thought I hadn't noticed, or that even if I knew, I was too embarrassed to say
it to her face . So my words completely shattered her self-esteem and broke her mental defenses. A woman's most private
matters were being spoken of by a man other than her husband. She turned her head away in shame. I said, breathing heavily, "You're
not wrong . It's normal to fantasize about a young man helping you to orgasm. You'll find out soon enough that I can
satisfy you better than your husband. You'll feel great, great!"

She whispered, "Xiaowen, it's different. Stop." She just silently endured it. I knew
I would soon turn her suffering into pleasure.

I put my hand inside her panties and started rubbing her clitoris. Zhao Yazhi squeezed my hand between her thighs for a moment,
then returned to normal, trying her best to keep her expression calm. She had stopped crying, but the tear stains at the corners of her eyes were still wet.
I knew she didn't want to show her pleasure in front of me. My fingers circled around her clitoris,
my tongue quickly flicking her nipples. I looked up at her face; she remained expressionless, her mouth tightly shut,
only her breathing slightly faster.

I quickened my movements, still gliding around her clitoris. Her body began to writhe slightly.
Suddenly, I pressed on her clitoris, and she gasped with a suppressed "Ah!" I knew it was a
sound she was trying so hard to suppress. I began to rub her clitoris. Her willpower struggled against the pleasure emanating from her
lower body . She kept her mouth tightly shut to prevent herself from making any more noise, but she couldn't control her body. She
gently wiggled her hips, though very slightly, I could see it.

I reached down to her waist to pull off her panties, and she actually lifted her hips slightly. This small movement
excited me. She was gradually accepting it; her resistance was slowly giving way to desire. She was
completely . I had seen her naked before, but never so close, within reach.
Her mature woman's body was smooth and fair, possessing both the allure of a mature woman and the skin of a young girl. I
stood before her, my eyes fixed on her body, examining her from head to toe and from toe to head. Every inch
of her skin was flawless. She was the perfect woman who haunted the dreams of countless young men—Zhao Yazhi! This
beauty was about to be mine to play with; I felt an indescribable excitement.

I stood there, wanting to see her reaction—would she remain lying down, or would she try
to get dressed? If she got up, I would still pounce on her. She chose to remain motionless. Was she waiting
for the storm to break? Was she also anticipating it? I quickly stripped off my clothes, my thick, long
penis springing out. Zhao Yazhi's eyes flickered when she saw my penis, as if she wanted to look but dared not.
I bent down and lifted her entire body onto the bed, then reached out and touched her vagina; fluid was already flowing out.
I whispered in her ear, "Sister Zhi, you're wet down there."

Zhao Yazhi let out a soft moan and bit her lip; she must have been embarrassed by her physical reaction. I
moved down on top of her, my mouth and hands roaming over her body until my mouth reached between her legs. I gently
parted her legs, and she resisted, trying to close them. I knelt between her legs, and they
could no longer close. I grabbed her ankles and lifted them up, so her legs were spread apart in mid-air, her vulva
fully exposed to me. I couldn't see it clearly in the video. Now, I could finally
see what Zhao Yazhi's vulva looked like. Zhao Yazhi was traditional and classic, and her vagina, like her, was regularly shaped
, its color slightly darker than a young girl's, but there was no melanin deposition on the labia majora and minora.
The pubic hair was just the right amount, evenly covering the area around her vulva. Her vagina was right there, waiting for me.

I lowered my head and kissed the base of her thighs, my hands slipping between her legs to caress her breasts. She seemed
a little embarrassed, her legs spread wide in front of me, being kissed by me. She pushed my head away with her hands, the force
so light it was almost like a caress. My tongue continued to lick the base of her thighs, gradually approaching her labia,
but not touching them, pulling away each time it came close, thus arousing her desire. I squeezed her breasts with both hands,
reluctantly away, then my hands moved to her vulva, parting her labia. Her small clitoris was fully exposed before me
. I lightly licked it with the tip of my tongue, and she immediately shuddered. The hand that had been pushing my head away began to press down on it.
I was just letting her experience the pleasure of her clitoris being licked. Then my tongue swirled around her mons pubis, combing through her pubic hair.

Having already tasted the pleasure, Zhao Yazhi clearly wanted her clitoris to be touched by my tongue again. So she arched her back, bringing
her clitoris closer to my mouth. I moved my mouth up slightly so she still couldn't reach it. Although she still didn't make
a sound, her body language betrayed her true desires. She put her feet on the bed, spread her legs wide, and
raised her hips to make her genitals seek my mouth. I kept moving my mouth up, always kissing her mons
pubis Her hips rose higher and higher until her thighs and body formed a straight line, and she could no longer arch them upwards.

I stopped kissing and looked up at Zhao Yazhi, saying, "Sister Zhi, look at your current position, it's really tempting."

Zhao Yazhi snapped out of her daze and realized that her raised body had deviated from its original purpose and was now
seeking pleasure. Ashamed, she rested her head on the pillow, and her body immediately fell back onto the bed.

I said to her, "The body is hard to control, why try to control it?" Then I pressed my tongue against her
clitoris and licked it wildly. She screamed, clamping my head tightly between her legs and holding it with both hands. Sometimes I
would swirl my tongue around her clitoris, sometimes I would take it into my mouth, and occasionally I would kiss her labia majora and minora.
Inadvertently my tongue would slip inside her vagina, and she could no longer suppress her voice, beginning to moan softly. In her dazed state, she
would say, "Xiao Wen, I... I shouldn't have... called your name that day, I was wrong." Between licks,

I would say, "Why say that now? Aren't you enjoying it? Hmm? Enjoy
it , tell me?" Zhao

Yazhi didn't answer, only moaning softly, her voice like a gentle, melodious chant , the most beautiful sound in the world drifting into my body, soothing every pore. My heart was melting from her moans. My mouth movements became increasingly wild, enveloping her entire vulva in my mouth, my tongue sweeping across it—clitoris, labia, vagina—they had no taste, but they were an unparalleled delicacy, an incomparable texture, simply because they belonged to Zhao Yazhi. I helped Zhao Yazhi up on the bed. Drunk, she stood unsteadily. I put my head between to kiss her. She looked down at me, our eyes meeting. Her mouth was wide open, as if surprised by the position. I couldn't reach her genitals, but she seemed more impatient than me, slightly parting her legs and squatting down. I looked at her face, at her eyes, and cupped her buttocks with my hands, still kissing her genitals. The intense pleasure made her body involuntarily sink, but being too close to me made it difficult for my mouth to move, reducing her pleasure. She struggled to stay upright, then slumped again. She craved the pleasure, supporting herself on her legs to maintain the position. Later, seeing she couldn't hold on any longer, and my tongue becoming numb, I got up, picked her up, and laid her down on the bed, making her buttocks stick up towards the camera. I figured the camera was already on. She lay on the bed, her body rising and falling with her breath, seemingly filled with anxious desire. I thought that although she didn't speak, she was already conquered by lust, just too proud to ask verbally. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and rubbed them, the flesh moving up, down, left, and right obediently to my hands. I slapped them a few times, then rubbed my penis against her vaginal opening. She thought she would soon be penetrated, relieving her vaginal hunger, so she held her breath, waiting for that ecstatic moment of penetration. Unexpectedly, I was just rubbing there, so she began to slowly twist her buttocks and thrust them back. It was clear she wanted my penis to penetrate her vagina, but I held my penis in my hand, and no matter how she twisted, I could only occasionally insert half of the glans . Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, I pulled out. She became more and more anxious, the twisting of her buttocks became more intense, and her moans became more rapid, but she still refused to ask verbally. I longed to hear Zhao Yazhi say to me in a lewd tone, "Xiao Wen, fuck me, fuck me quickly." But she remained silent. I continued to provoke her sense of shame: "Sister Zhi, look at what you're doing now, your hips are moving so rhythmically ." Hearing this, Zhao Yazhi felt ashamed of her body's movements, but her hip movements continued unabated , becoming increasingly frenzied. Her slender waist appeared incredibly supple, able to sway her hips in various beautiful arcs. I saw Zhao Yazhi and Huang Jinshen's wedding photo on the bedside table. Huang Jinshen seemed to be watching this scene, his beautiful wife on his bed, me straddling him, his smiling face seemingly concealing anger. I lifted Zhao Yazhi's head, making her look at the wedding photo on the bedside table: "Sister Zhi, the photo of you and your husband is very beautiful." Hearing this, Zhao Yazhi, looking at the wedding photo, let out a soft "Ah!" and buried her head deeply in the pillow. She couldn't face her husband 's gaze, even in the photo. But I lifted her head again, grabbing her hair, preventing her from looking down. If she opened her eyes, she would meet her husband's gaze in the photo. She said in a tearful voice, "Husband…"

"...Forgive me, I can't take it anymore...I really can't take this...I can't take it...Don't blame me, husband...
"

I deliberately said to her, "If it's not your fault, then is it my fault? Okay, I'm leaving." After saying that,
I slightly removed my penis from her vulva, and she suddenly grabbed my arm, her hips twisting even more seductively.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "If it's my fault, why won't you let me leave? Then tell me, who's to blame?"

Zhao Yazhi said in a soft voice, "It's my fault."

I pressed her, "Then tell me, what's your fault?" Zhao Yazhi remained silent for a long time.

I said to her, "Then I'll say it for you, it's because you're too beautiful and make men's hearts flutter, it's because your body is too
beautiful , it's because your hips are so swaying that I can't let go."

After saying that, I inserted half of my penis into her vagina, and her hips immediately twisted even more joyfully; she
wanted the other half inserted. I half-squatted behind her, still holding her hair, forcing her to look at the photos. I
said, "Sister Zhi, don't you love your husband very much?" Why can't you stop wanting to be penetrated by other men?

Zhao Yazhi pleaded, "Xiao Wen, please don't say that. I'm a complete stranger to you." "

At that moment, I was completely consumed by the evil side of human nature. I cruelly said to her, 'Look, your
husband is watching us. Isn't it great to be fucked by me in front of your husband?'

Zhao Yazhi cried, not wanting to watch anymore, but unable to move her head, she could only close her eyes tightly. The psychological
pain and physical pleasure were intertwined, leaving her at a loss. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I let go of her
hair. She lowered her head, sobbing and her body trembling. I didn't want her to cry anymore, I wanted her to experience the pleasure of sex.
I held her waist and inserted my penis fully into her vagina. She immediately stopped crying, her body jolted, and
her head, which had been lowered, lifted up.

Her vagina was warm and moist, tightly enveloping my penis. When I inserted it, the flesh inside
resisted it, and when I pulled it out, it seemed reluctant to let it go. The pleasure overwhelmed me, making me dizzy. This pleasure
was so unreal, the scene before me was so unreal, yet Zhao Yazhi was truly beneath me. This was
the same Gao from earlier that day." Is she a glamorous and dazzling female celebrity? She's revered by thousands on stage, yet here she's writhing beneath me
, yielding to pleasure. Life is unpredictable. I looked down at her snow-white buttocks, so full and rounded against her slender waist.
The two smooth buttocks had impeccable curves, and the feel of them was incomparably
comfortable. Her tender, elastic buttocks made my mouth water. I couldn't help but pull out my penis and start kissing
her buttocks passionately. The pleasure she had just experienced in her vagina vanished, leaving her anxious and helpless. I
didn't want to keep her waiting too long. After leaving a few teeth marks on her snow-white buttocks, I still inserted my penis
into her vagina.

She let out a long sigh, waiting for my thrusts to relieve the unbearable itch in her vagina. I, however, thrust slowly and gently,
wanting to prolong this rare moment of pleasure. She, however, wanted to reach orgasm quickly and began to move her hips back and forth,
speeding up the thrusts. I grabbed her buttocks: "Sister Zhi, don't move around, don't rush. You must know, haste
makes waste." "

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yazhi's movements slowed down. I understood her psychology; she wanted to reach orgasm quickly
partly because of her body's urgent need, and partly because she feared things might go wrong if she delayed. She just wanted to finish as soon as possible. But I couldn't let
her have her way. Perhaps I had cultivated for a thousand years to have this opportunity with her; how could I end it so easily? I wanted to
savor her body.

Her body movements slowed, but instead, she contracted her vagina. Each contraction sent
a surge of intense pleasure through my penis. At this rate, I was afraid I would ejaculate soon. I slapped her buttocks hard:
'Sister Zhi, don't move your body, and don't move the flesh inside your vagina either, okay?'" "

Zhao Yazhi was as docile as a kitten at this moment. Perhaps it's during sex that a woman's
natural instinct . Seeing her submissive demeanor, my excitement grew even stronger. While slowly thrusting in and out, I reached out to touch her
breasts. Her moans grew louder as I invaded her two most sensitive areas. I grasped her entire
breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers, stretching, pressing, kneading, and rotating it. At this moment,
one hands even reached under her body to rub her clitoris. Such actions looked very stimulating, and I wanted to watch,
including the way her hips swayed, but I was afraid that things would get too... " I reached my climax too early, so I had to stop her.

I grabbed her slender waist and increased the speed of my thrusts. Her buttocks swayed with each impact,
the ripples disappearing at her waist, one wave after another. Looking at that rolling, tender white flesh, I felt an indescribable
pride. My thrusts rippled her buttocks, and her buttocks rippled my soul. That incredibly beautiful, fragrant
bottom seemed like I would ejaculate if I looked at it again. So I grabbed her buttocks with both hands to stop the swaying. It wasn't
that I was incompetent, it's just that the woman beneath me was too beautiful.

I thought our position was to block the camera, so I wanted to turn around. I whispered to Zhao Yazhi,
"Sister Zhi, if you don't want to face your husband, turn around." "Zhao Yazhi raised her head upon hearing this. With my penis still inside her
vagina, she knelt and slowly turned around. I followed behind her, and she turned
to face the camera without realizing it.

I wanted to record her facial expression so I could enjoy it later, so I pulled her arm up,
lifting her upper body so her face was also facing the camera. I grabbed her arm, allowing me
to thrust more vigorously, making her expression even more lewd and vivid. I couldn't see her face, but I imagined it must be a
furrowed brow and a distorted expression—my favorite expression of a mature woman during sex.

Her vagina became increasingly wet, making a gurgling, lewd sound as my penis rubbed against it. The thrusting
was very smooth, the smooth vaginal walls gently caressing my glans. Zhao Yazhi pleaded, 'Xiaowen, I'm
so tired , I can't hold on any longer, please let me lie down.'" "

I'd been in that position for a long time and was getting tired, so I laid her horizontally on the bed so the camera
could capture our sides. She readily lifted and spread her legs, as naturally as if we were a couple.
Suddenly, I wondered if she would hate me, what would happen afterward. Maybe I was a little sober now, thinking about practical
issues, but I didn't dare delve into them, afraid the answers would be too terrible. So I put them all out of my mind and focused on enjoying her
physical feast.

I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, then leaned over her, letting her legs rest against her chest, folding my entire
body up, lifting her hips and even her waist, and then thrusting my penis all the way in."
The position was perhaps the deepest penetration possible. She opened her mouth wide and let out a loud groan, a
primal sound without any pretense, emanating from the depths of her soul. She finally succumbed completely to the pleasure, to my penis.
Each withdrawal was to the very end, each insertion to the very tip. This exhilarating thrusting made us both very happy.
She gripped my arm tightly, finding a sense of security in the pleasure that felt like floating in the air.

Zhao Yazhi's tongue kept licking her lips. How could those tender red tongues and lips be without comfort
? They could only comfort each other. I lowered her legs and put my tongue in her mouth, stirring it around. She took my tongue in her mouth,
swallowing and spitting it out as if savoring a delicacy. I teased her, the frequency of my penis thrusting matching the frequency of her sucking my tongue.
Every time she sucked, I thrust into her. She was fast when I was fast, and slow when I was slow. Gradually, she discovered this pattern and,
perhaps wanting to make herself feel more comfortable, she quickly swallowed and spit out my tongue, and I thrust into her even more violently.

Suddenly, I felt myself approaching climax, but I didn't want to. So I tried to pull my penis out of her vagina
to rest and catch my breath, to prolong the time we made love. But she seemed to be climaxing too; her legs were tightly
wrapped around my hips, pulling me close and preventing me from leaving. So I decided not to prolong it any longer. I'd just do it this once
. I straightened up, preparing for the final, powerful thrust. I gradually increased my speed, and she became increasingly disoriented,
opening her mouth to moan loudly, her head swaying from side to side. She grabbed a pillow, put it on her head, and then threw it
aside . She gripped my arms tightly with both hands, then turned to grab the sheets, crumpling them into a ball on either side of her body.

I was about to reach my final climax, the thrusting speed more intense than ever before. She clutched
her , her expression contorted so much that she was almost unrecognizable as Zhao Yazhi, just
the face of an extremely excited middle-aged woman. Her moans even surpassed my growls. I cried out, "Sister Zhi, Zhao Yazhi, I'm fucking you,
are you enjoying it? Fuck you!"

Zhao Yazhi, as if losing consciousness, cried out, "Xiao Wen, I feel so good, you're fucking me so good... ah...
it feels so good!"

With her cries, she suddenly straightened her body, opened her mouth wide, and then convulsed repeatedly. I saw that
I had brought her to orgasm, and I was also extremely excited. In the final high-speed thrust, a sharp pleasure pierced
my body, making my mind go blank for a moment. My semen shot into her vagina, and my body went limp as I collapsed
onto her, then slowly lay down beside her. Neither of us spoke, only breathing heavily.

After the initial pleasure subsided, my mind gradually cleared. Unsure how to face the situation, I panicked
. After what seemed like an eternity, Zhao Yazhi got up, took a tissue from the bedside table, and began wiping my penis. I
was shocked and moved by her gesture, and almost burst into tears: "Sister Zhi..." I couldn't
express that. Even after all that, she didn't blame me.

Zhao Yazhi gently said, "Xiaowen, don't say anything. Maybe we were both wrong in this.
Let's pretend nothing happened."

Through my teary eyes, I nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Sister Zhi, okay."
I returned to my lodgings, completely disoriented. Having fulfilled such a lifelong wish, I should have been
overjoyed , but panic overshadowed my joy. Instead of savoring
the victory of having subdued this beauty, I worried about the unpredictable consequences of having sex with her. Even lying in
my own bed, I couldn't calm down. Was what had just happened real? Perhaps it was just my drunken
, lewd fantasy, but it must be real, otherwise why would I be so flustered? I turned on my computer, and
the video of what had just happened confirmed its authenticity. Watching the stimulating images, listening to my own growls and Zhao Yazhi's moans, I became excited
again , casting aside all my panic. To possess the beautiful body of Zhao Yazhi was
an encounter no one else could have; even death would be worth it. What was there to fear? I fell asleep
contentedly , another night of erotic dreams, the heroine of which was, of course, Zhao Yazhi.

The next day, the unpleasant emotions returned. I knew alcohol couldn't numb me; once sober, I still
considered many things, not only for myself but also for Zhao Yazhi. Would my rough actions
harm her delicate body? Would my recklessness cast a shadow on her soul? I long to visit her at her home,
or even just call her. I want to know if she's alright, if she's still angry with me. Last night, it seemed she forgave
me. I know she'll never forget me, the third man she's been with. Through all this
time, I can conclude that a traditional and virtuous woman like her wouldn't have an extramarital affair. Whether she
blames me or still cherishes memories, she definitely won't forget me. But I don't dare contact her first. I still feel guilty about
my actions, but I don't regret it. It's just that without drinking, I might not have had the courage.
After all, facing Zhao Yazhi's unparalleled elegance in a sober state, I wouldn't dare to be presumptuous.

The following days were spent in longing and worry. I wanted to know how she was doing, but I was also afraid she would refuse
to see , extinguishing all my hopes. I didn't know what to do. I could only search for her recent activities online
. It seems she hasn't been active. That's for the best; at least I have hope, no matter what the outcome. But the daily
silence is truly agonizing. What should I do? I'm hopelessly trapped in this contradiction.
All I could do was watch those old, passionate videos or turn on my webcam to see what she was doing.

Finally, one night, my pent-up desire became unbearable, and reason could no longer control it. It
had been more than ten days since I last saw her. I didn't know how I had gotten through it. I was distracted at work, and my boss and colleagues
kept reminding me. When I got home and lay in bed, I felt utterly hopeless and didn't want to do anything. I thought
time would ease the longing, but instead, it only intensified it. If this continued, I was afraid I would break down.
Only she could save me. I mustered all my courage and dialed her number, a courage no less than the
courage I had when I threw myself on her.

The call went through! I was overjoyed. She was still willing to answer my call!

My voice trembled as I said, "Sister Zhi..." Then I didn't know what to say next, regretting that I hadn't prepared my words before
making the call .

The long-unheard voice of Zhao Yazhi rang in my ears: "Hmm, Xiaowen, what's up?" Her tone was polite
but cold. She had never been like this when we talked on the phone before. I felt a pang of sadness. After that incident, after these past ten
days, had we really grown distant? Had a rift formed between us? Faced with her cold attitude, I didn't know how to react.
If I speak up, will she forgive me? Can we go back to how things were before? I was content even with just the initial stage
, those days when I could see her every now and then.

I tried to speak, "Sister Zhi, I... I'm fine, I just wanted to talk to you about something. Are you still blaming me
?"

Zhao Yazhi sighed softly, "Xiao Wen, I know what you're going to say. I'm not blaming you, but some things
aren't simply a matter of blaming or not."

Hearing her say she wasn't blaming me, I hurriedly said, "If you're not blaming me, why don't you want to talk to me?"

Zhao Yazhi continued, "I wanted to completely forget about this, to let us both pretend nothing
happened , but I can't do it, and you can't either, right? Every night when I close my eyes, that scene comes back to me.
Looking at my husband lying next to me, my heart is filled with guilt. We've been together for over twenty years, and I've never
done anything to betray him. I don't want to contact you anymore. It's not that I blame you, it's just that I want
to break free from that unbearable memory. Xiao Wen, can you understand how I feel?"

I murmured sadly, almost to myself, "I understand... I understand, Sister Zhi. I won't bother you anymore. I wish
you happiness." After saying that, I hung up the phone, vaguely hearing her last few words telling me not to be sad. But
how could I not be heartbroken? She had shattered my last hope with her own words. I collapsed onto the bed, my mind blank for a moment,
then gradually recalled the beautiful times we had spent together.

During those days, it seemed as if I was the only person in the world. I walked alone, through streets, buses, buildings—
the crowds everywhere were irrelevant to me. My soul had been ripped away, leaving only a moving shell, and I didn't know the meaning
of . Before I met Zhao Yazhi, I was doing well, but to gain something and then lose it—what
a cruel twist of fate! But did I truly possess her? Such a loyal and noble woman—I could only
have , never dream of winning her heart. All I could do was watch her sleep with longing each night,
watch the videos of us making love, gaze greedily, and masturbate frantically. That moment of passion, whether on
the screen or in my memory, was incredibly clear, but her soft body was no longer there between my legs.

I walked alone through the years, and before I knew it, the Spring Festival had passed. I had never contacted Zhao Yazhi again.
I am a self-aware person; no matter how much longing I felt, I would swallow the bitter pill of longing alone and not dwell
on . In the early spring of the new year, everything was renewed. I tried my best to leave the memories in the past year.
I would think of her occasionally, but time is the best healer. I thought I would let go sooner or later.

But fate played a trick on me again, preventing me from returning to my peaceful life. One day, I
returned . Before I could even turn around and close the door, several people followed me into the room. I was startled, thinking it must
be a home invasion robbery. I was outnumbered and powerless; I would take whatever they wanted without resisting. The person in front
gestured for the people behind to close the door, then smiled and said to me, "Dr. He Wen, hello. I'm sorry
to meet you this way. I have something to talk to you about, and I believe you will be interested. Can we sit down
and chat?"

I looked at the person in front of me. He was in his early twenties, quite handsome, and surprisingly, he looked a lot like me
! But as he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled slightly upward, as if he were smiling as he spoke. The
men standing behind him were dressed in suits, looking like bodyguards; they didn't seem like robbers. I stood
there blankly, nodding. He sat down in a chair and asked me to sit in another chair, while the others remained standing.

This man spoke to me in a calm tone: "Dr. He, how has work been lately? I know
it's very impolite to visit without an appointment. Let me introduce myself. I'm a junior director of Yuankai Entertainment.
Fang Zhonghuai is my father, and I'm his fourth son, Fang Ziyin."

I was startled. Why was someone of such importance looking for me? Fang Ziyin seemed to notice my astonished
expression and continued, "Dr. He, let's get straight to the point
. I know everything about your relationship with Zhao Yazhi, and the details on your computer. I've been following you ever since you started frequently visiting the Huang family.
Finding this information is no problem for my company's technicians." I was shocked. My deepest
secrets had been revealed, especially by such powerful people. What were they planning?

Fang Ziyin leaned slightly closer to me. "Dr. He, don't be so nervous. We also need your help
." He frowned and sighed. "My father is nearing seventy and has been bedridden for the past few years. He only participates in major company decisions
now ; my elder brother handles the daily affairs."

I wondered why he was telling me this. He paused and said, "To be honest, my father saw your
photography work and greatly admired you. He liked Zhao Yazhi thirty years ago, but no matter how much money or
promises , Zhao Yazhi never submitted." Because his mother was still alive, his father dared not make any big moves, so he had never
succeeded. He harbored resentment about this for decades. A few years ago, his mother passed away, and he finally had a chance. However, he suddenly
fell ill and his health has been deteriorating lately. It seems even if he sent Zhao Yazhi to him, he wouldn't be able to have sex with her. "We
noticed you," he said. "After seeing you, my father said you looked a lot like him when he was young." He then
took out a photograph from his pocket and showed it to me. When I looked at it, it was indeed almost identical to me,
except for the clothes and hairstyle. I was so surprised that my mouth dropped open. "This...this..."

Fang Ziyin nodded gently, "This is indeed my father. You admit it's very similar, right? My father loves Zhao Yazhi's
portrayal of the White Snake the most, and he wants you to act alongside her in 'The Legend of the White Snake.' He hopes to find
a reflection of his youth in you, thus fulfilling a wish that has lingered in his heart for decades. Dr. He, for the sake
of an elderly man nearing seventy and bedridden, I can only trouble you."

His words were spoken lightly, but to me, they were like a bolt from the blue. Acting opposite Zhao Yazhi?
How could that be possible? I stammered, " "This... I can't act at all, and besides, how could Zhao Yazhi agree to
act with me?"

Fang Ziyin said, "You don't need to consider Zhao Yazhi's side, you just need to cooperate. But this film requires you
to make some sacrifices, because there are a lot of intimate scenes between you and Zhao Yazhi."

I reflexively shouted, "No, no, I can't accept that, absolutely not!"

Fang Ziyin's face lit up with a smile again: "Dr. Fang, don't get so agitated. You don't have
much say in this matter, only cooperation. Your only right is to express your opinions on the plot and details during filming."
"Our director also appreciates your talent. We
've seen those articles on your computer that fantasize about Zhao Yazhi."

I glanced at his very professional entourage behind him, suppressing my anger: "Why should I cooperate with you?
What can you do to me if I don't?"

Fang Ziyin calmly analyzed for me: "First, we can post your work at your hospital and
online for everyone to see. Although netizens are excited about Zhao Yazhi, I think they'll also be interested in who
the male lead is. Besides, with our family's power, we can make it impossible for you to survive in Hong Kong,
and even overseas, you'll have nowhere to hide. Do you believe that?" "

I was terrified when I heard this. Perhaps he wasn't exaggerating. I was at a loss for what to do and panicked
.

Fang Ziyin stood up and walked up to me: "Dr. He, you don't want your beloved Sister Zhi to have her
reputation damaged and fall into an abyss of no return because of you, do you? You only have one choice, which is to cooperate with us.
Don't worry, this film will only be made for my father and will never be leaked." "The script is yours. Familiarize yourself with
the lines. It doesn't matter if you lack acting skills; with your deep affection for Zhao Yazhi, you'll definitely do a good job. I'll contact you.
" With that, they placed a notebook in front of me and left my room.

I sat there, stunned by what had just happened, unable to recover for a long time. After calming down a bit, I thought,
I can't escape this time. Although making love with Zhao Yazhi again is my dream, I don't want to do it this
way , in front of everyone, and have it filmed for others to see. It's unacceptable. I
slowly opened the script, and the provocative words came into view. This was exactly what I had imagined… I
spent two days in anxiety, wanting to call and ask about Zhao Yazhi's situation, or to ask her to find a way out, even if it's to go to
another city to hide, but I didn't dare to call. In my anxiety, Fang Ziyin called me: "Dr. He, please take a few days
off. Your schedule is up. We'll pick you up from your house tomorrow and go to Hangzhou together." "I didn't know how
to answer him for a moment, whether to agree or disagree. He hung up the phone while I hesitated.

The next morning, the doorbell rang very early. I opened the door, dressed neatly, and saw three cars parked outside.
Two people helped me into the back seat of one of the cars. Zhao Yazhi was inside. I couldn't help but call out, 'Sister Zhi!'
I hadn't seen her in a long time. Today, she was without makeup and dressed plainly, looking haggard but beautiful.

Zhao Yazhi looked at me, her eyes seemingly glistening with tears: 'Xiao Wen...' After that, we were silent for a long time.

The car started to move. Fang Ziyin, sitting in the front, said to the back, 'You two don't need to get to know each other anymore, have you
read the script?' Neither Zhao Yazhi nor I answered. Fang Ziyin shook his head slightly: 'It was really
not easy . If Sister Zhi didn't love her husband and son so much and cherish her reputation, we really wouldn't have been able to
invite you. This is for the best. We're also afraid to target a renowned lawyer in Hong Kong.'" "After hearing his
words, I knew what he had done. I was filled with hatred and deeply blamed myself for harming
Sister Zhi.

When Sister Zhi got out of the car to relieve herself, Fang Ziyin turned around and smiled at me, saying, 'I showed your work to
Zhao Yazhi , and she seemed to like it a lot. But I didn't tell her it was you who directed it. We'll take the blame for you.
Aren't you grateful? But I was also afraid that if she hated you, it would affect her performance in the drama.'

I pretended to be cold and said, 'Thank you.' Fang Ziyin laughed loudly: 'Dr. He has finally
spoken "What was supposed to be a sunny smile seemed sinister to me. I tried to remain calm, but my heart was in turmoil.
I didn't know how things would end, but I dared not defy them because of their triad connections. Sister Zhi felt the same way. At that moment, we
were all insignificant and powerless, whether we were big stars or ordinary people. I boldly took Sister Zhi's hand. She
glanced at and squeezed it tightly. I knew what she meant; we didn't want to talk in front of Fang Ziyin, we didn't want to show
our cowardice.

Finally, we arrived in Hangzhou. Exhausted from the journey, the hotel was probably booked by them. The group of about a dozen people went to their respective rooms
to rest. Sister Zhi was wearing a hat and sunglasses. According to Fang Ziyin's plan, we were to start work the next day.
Fang Ziyin deliberately arranged for Sister Zhi and me to be in the same room, wanting us to rehearse our lines, but we didn't
do as he instructed.

Although we were very tired, we still began our first conversation after a long separation in silence.

I sat on the edge of the bed and turned to Zhao Yazhi, saying, 'Sister Zhi, we are all helpless. I just want
us all to be safe and sound.'"

Zhao Yazhi sighed deeply, her helpless voice breaking my heart. She said, "Xiaowen, I never expected
things to turn out this way. I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this."

I hurriedly said, "No, Sister Zhi, it's me who's dragged you into this. If I hadn't had this incident with you, you wouldn't have had anything
on them." Of course, I dared not say that I was the one who filmed it.

Zhao Yazhi gently shook her head: "You don't know, even without you, they would have found an opportunity. You
just happened to enter my life at this time and got involved in this. I really don't know how they
managed to install so many cameras in my house."

I felt very sad and wanted to tell the truth, but she had just forgiven me, and I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Zhao Yazhi continued, "Fang Ziyin is right. I love my reputation, but I love my husband and
son . I'm afraid they will be hurt. I'm afraid they will really see those videos. In their eyes, I have always been
a good wife and a good mother." "

I said firmly, 'Sister Zhi, in my heart, you are the best woman, the most perfect woman.'

Zhao Yazhi shook her head with a bitter smile: 'The best woman, how could she have sex with a man other than her husband, how
could she film such a scene?'

I felt so guilty that I almost cried: 'Sister Zhi, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.'

Zhao Yazhi gently patted my shoulder: 'Xiao Wen, I really haven't blamed you. I'm older than
you, I should have stopped this from happening. If anyone's to blame, it's me. In my eyes, you're still just a
child .'

I couldn't help but cry out loud, really like a child, throwing myself into her arms and crying, as if to
release all the long-suppressed longing, grievances, and fear at this moment.

Zhao Yazhi stroked my hair, gentle and loving: 'Xiao Wen, we have no choice but to try our best to act
well and please them.'

When I was woken up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. Here, my daily life and meals were taken care of, and although it was a man, he
was quite considerate. "

After changing costumes and getting ready, we drove to West Lake. They restricted pedestrian access around the filming location.
The beauty truly lived up to its reputation; it was the most beautiful landscape painting in the world. In early spring, March, orioles flew and grasses grew,
the water was clear and green, and a gentle breeze rippled the surface. The willows on the shore and their reflections in the water danced lightly. In the distance, the mountains were shrouded in mist, their green hues shimmering.
A small boat with a black awning and a boatman in a straw raincoat stood by the water. This intoxicating scenery made me feel much more relaxed. Zhao Yazhi, dressed as Bai Suzhen
, looked exactly the same as she did back then. Her peerless beauty, snow-white skin, graceful steps,
the widow's peak on her forehead, and her hair in a bun—everything about her was the Bai Suzhen I remembered. The beautiful scenery of Jiangnan complemented the beauty of Jiangnan, both radiating classical beauty. She could never have imagined that many years later, she would return to this place and reshoot this scene
in a different form . Fang Ziyin, watching from the side, also clicked his tongue in amazement: "Sister Zhi's charm hasn't faded at all; even this hastily made dress fits her perfectly." The boatman was an actor, the small boat was a prop, and there was also a larger boat. We were about to start filming. There were many crew members around, and I was very nervous. This scene was about Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen's first encounter, and my first line was to the boatman. I called out to the shore, "Boatman, boatman. " The boatman replied, "Yes, you're calling me. Do you want a ride, sir?" I said, "I want to go back to Qiantang Gate. Shall we go ?" " Boatman: 'As long as you pay for the wine, even old men from Taihu Lake and the Yangtze River will come...'" The following dialogue is similar to the original drama. The small boat gradually sails away from the shore, with the large boat following behind for filming. Zhao Yazhi and the actress playing Xiaoqing are on the shore. According to the plot, Bai Suzhen performs a ritual, and it starts to rain. So the small boat turns back to fetch them, but it's not raining at this moment; the rain scene will be added in post-production using computer graphics. Boatman: "Ladies, please get on the boat quickly." Zhao Yazhi and the actress playing Xiaoqing board the boat and enter the cabin. Xiaoqing: "Hey, aren't you the honest gentleman who returned the lost money?" Me: "Oh, it's you." "Bai Suzhen": Hmm... Me: I'm sorry, I'd better stand on the bow of the boat. Zhao Yazhi scolds Xiaoqing: Look, it's all your fault for being silly and kicking him out. It's windy and rainy outside. Xiaoqing: Sister, true feelings are revealed in times of wind and rain. I want to see if he's really honest or just pretending. I stand on the bow, thinking to myself: Xu Xian is an honest man, and I am an honest man too, but I have no choice in the matter; I can't be honest. The following part is a duet between the boatman and Xiaoqing: "The West Lake is beautiful in March, spring rain is like wine, willows are like smoke." This part will be recorded... It was recorded in a sound studio, but the time frame needed to allow for their lip-syncing. Meanwhile, Bai Suzhen calculated with her fingers, and a thousand years of time passed; Xu Xian's past and present lives appeared one by one, finally settling on me in the present. I could clearly hear their conversation behind me. Bai Suzhen: It really is him. Xiaoqing: He is your great benefactor, that shepherd boy. Bai Suzhen: Absolutely right. Xiaoqing: That's wonderful! Sister, you can finally repay your debt of gratitude. After you repay it, we can find a quiet place to cultivate together after we disembark, and then we can attain immortality as soon as possible. Bai Suzhen: Xiaoqing, what do you say? Can the life-saving grace from a thousand years ago be repaid today? Xiaoqing: Sister, what else do you want to do? Give her your virginity, cultivated for a thousand years. How many to have such a blessing? Bai Suzhen: Alright, let him in. Xiaoqing: Sister, wait here for a moment, I'll go invite him in. Husband, it's raining heavily outside, my young lady invites you in. Me: No need, the rain is light now, then… alright. When I came in, Zhao Yazhi glanced down at me, smiled shyly, and exuded a thousand charms. Although it was acting, I was still captivated. Amidst her beauty, she turned and left. I said, "Miss, where are you going? It's still raining outside. " Xiaoqing said to me, "Never mind our young lady. Husband, let me ask you, are you a local?" I deliberately portrayed Xu Xian's taciturn nature: "My surname is Xu, my given name is Xian, and my courtesy name is Hanwen." Xiaoqing: "I'm asking if you're from Hangzhou." Me: "Oh, yes, yes." Xiaoqing: "Husband, you might not believe it, but you are our young lady's benefactor. You don't know when or how you owed her a favor, but she wants to repay you. You must accept it, okay? Look outside." I followed Xiaoqing's gaze ... Looking up, I saw Zhao Yazhi, dressed as Bai Suzhen, standing with her back to me at the bow of the boat. She was graceful and elegant , her white robes, reminiscent of the Han and Tang dynasties, gleaming like snow. A gentle breeze ruffled her clothes, her ink-black hair cascading down her back, and her wide, flowing skirt danced lightly in the wind. The cinched waist accentuated her slender figure, making her appear like a white snake. As the boat glided through the water, she seemed to float and dance among the clouds, truly like a fairy. A smile from her could make even the distant mountains seem to smile back. At that moment, all I needed to do was be myself, and the boat's photographer captured Zhao Yazhi's ethereal beauty and my infatuation . As the small boat rocked, Zhao Yazhi gently swayed her hips, then slowly bent down to pick up the hem of her skirt. Slowly, the skirt rose, revealing her smooth calves; she was only wearing a skirt, no pants! Although I knew the plot was going to unfold, it still gave me a huge visual shock; it had been so long since I'd seen her beautiful body in person. She then lifted the skirt further, revealing her long, slender legs. Xiaoqing smiled faintly at the stunned Xu Xian: "Husband, would you like to see more?" At this point, Xu Xian probably hadn't seen a woman's body before, so I nodded blankly . Zhao Yazhi finally lifted her skirt to her waist, completely exposing her round, white buttocks to me. If her white dress was whiter than snow, then her skin was even whiter. It wasn't part of the plot; I instinctively swallowed, immediately seized by the urge to pounce and nibble on her delicious buttocks. Xiaoqing laughed: "Husband, you're very lucky. You're the first man to see my young lady's body." Xu Xian simply looked without replying, while I thought sadly, how many men have seen Zhao Yazhi's ? Zhao Yazhi gently... She swayed her hips, her beautifully curved buttocks rhythmically undulating, the rhythm so tender and gentle it seemed to make a sound, like a softly sung Jiangnan folk song, waiting for me to step forward and join in. Xiaoqing smiled slyly: "Husband, what are you waiting for? Do you want my young lady to take the initiative again?" Zhao Yazhi leaned down, her upper body resting on the bow of the boat, her buttocks raised high, still swaying gently. She turned to me and said: "Husband, my benefactor, enjoy my body to your heart's content." The way she said this was alluring and seductive , and my penis instantly swelled, pushing against my coarse cloth clothes.

On another large boat nearby, a crew member sprayed a little water onto her buttocks with a tool, like raindrops.
It was still quite chilly on West Lake in March, and Zhao Yazhi involuntarily shivered, likely from the water's stimulation
. A wave of heartache washed over me; I wanted to warm her exposed buttocks. I went to the bow of the boat and
grasped her buttocks with my warm hands. They were a little cold. My hands roamed over her entire buttocks, wiping
away the water droplets, leaving them moist and smooth. I wanted to warm every inch of her skin—her
thighs , her calves—her exposed body ached for me. I only wished I had more hands
to cover her entire body.

The director, who had been very satisfied with our performance, began to give instructions after we entered the sex scene. He anxiously
reminded not to keep touching her downwards, but to caress her buttocks and tease her desire around her genitals. The director
was only concerned with making the plot look good, and perhaps everyone present was the same. Only I cared about Zhao Yazhi's well-being, but I
couldn't disobey the director's orders, so I had no choice but to rub Zhao Yazhi's buttocks hard. She gradually began to moan,
but in order to maintain Bai Suzhen's noble and reserved image, the director kept reminding Zhao Yazhi to suppress her moans, to achieve a
state of classical beauty being controlled by sexual desire and pleasure.

Following the director's instructions, I slowly leaned down and gently licked Zhao Yazhi's buttocks with my tongue. She
trembled again, but this time it was from the stimulation of her warm, soft tongue. I immediately grabbed her buttocks,
opened my mouth, and took a bite of her flesh, tasting it. Then I began to frantically grab and kiss her buttocks. She seemed to be
infected by my frenzy, her body twisting more violently, and she let out suppressed moans. I parted her buttocks
and saw that Zhao Yazhi's vaginal opening was already wet. The director signaled for me to lick there. At this moment, my
desire had been aroused by the beauty in front of me. Perhaps even without the director, I would have been unable to resist licking there. I
kissed her labia with my lips. She suddenly reached back and held my head, then gripped her buttocks tightly. The soft parts of our
bodies touching felt incredibly good.

I forcefully inserted my tongue into her vagina, and her body trembled even more violently. I swept my tongue across
the vaginal walls that my tongue could reach, and her love juice flowed into my mouth. It didn't have any particular taste, and I
could swallow it without any disgust.

Zhao Yazhi seemed to be sobbing softly: "Benefactor, benefactor, grant me your favor once more, with your nectar."

I suddenly stood up: "My wife, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."

And I truly couldn't resist. It had been so long since I had tasted her body. After that dreamlike encounter,
the memories had become hazy. But now, Zhao Yazhi was truly before me. Although many people
were watching , I was even more excited. I took off my clothes, revealing my engorged penis, which had been swollen for so long. I knelt
between her legs again, lubricated her vaginal opening, and slowly thrust it deep inside. Her buttocks arched, and
her hands reached forward, gripping the side of the boat tightly.

Originally, the director had planned that when Zhao Yazhi and I were having sex, the actress playing Xiaoqing would get excited and come up to
kiss our genitals. However, I suggested to Fang Ziyin that in order to show the purity of Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen, we should
not have Xiaoqing involved. Besides, his father might not want to see other women. He agreed to my suggestion.
When I met this Xiaoqing, I found that although she was not as beautiful as Zhao Yazhi, she was still quite attractive.

Zhao Yazhi was finally allowed to moan by the director. At this moment, she was to express her intense pleasure,
the confused state of being conquered by the pleasure of sex. She is truly a dedicated actress. No matter what drama she is in, her
voice, which she had suppressed for so long, began to stimulate the eardrums of everyone on set. When I gently rubbed, twisted, and slowly thrust in and out,
her moans were as melodious as the warbling of a nightingale. When I thrust hard, her cries became louder, unlike
the wild . Her beautiful voice was still lovely, but her usual dignified and quiet demeanor had vanished. Her nobility
had been subjugated to my crotch, her virtue was gradually being devoured by lust, and her gentleness and grace were magnified to
the extreme . Her twisting and turning, her submissive manner, was full of the charm of a weak woman who longed to be conquered by a man. I
thought to myself, even a woman as ethereal as a fairy cannot escape the vulgarity in the face of pleasure.

I pulled her clothes up and then reached out to grab her breasts, but the loose costume always covered her
chest, so the camera couldn't capture me grabbing her breasts. The director told me to take off all her clothes, but I hesitated because I was afraid she
would catch a cold . At this moment, Zhao Yazhi suddenly pulled her clothes off her head, her black hair cascading down
her smooth back. This unexpected move was praised by the director. He had instructed Zhao Yazhi that during the performance, she
needed to be reserved, so that the audience could still feel that this was the familiar Bai Suzhen, but she couldn't be too reserved, otherwise she would become
rigid and unable to arouse people, but she also couldn't be too lewd. A little bit of reserve and a little bit of lewdness, a little bit
of unsatisfied desire and pushing her luck, in short, she had to grasp this balance. It was Sister Zhi's first time acting in this kind of role, but with her
keen intelligence, she understood it very well.

She leaned her shoulders against the bow of the boat, one hand grasping my hand as I kneaded her breasts, gesturing for greater force and
amplitude. Her other hand gripped my arm, a mixture of resistance and submission, unable to withstand the vigorous
thrusting yearning for even more intense pleasure.

She moaned softly, "My benefactor, please send me to paradise… So this is… the love between a man and a woman is so intoxicating!
Today's favor is no less than the favor from a thousand years ago."

I breathed heavily, "My wife… my wife, what favor from a thousand years ago? I only know your body is so beautiful,
ahh .

" The flesh inside her vagina was smooth and tight, tightly enveloping my penis, like her body, both resisting and welcoming.
When I entered, it seemed to shyly close, preventing me from going all the way in; when I withdrew, it lingered
, reluctant to let me go. The intoxicating pleasure was irresistible. Her fingertips dug deep into the flesh of my arm; this
sharp pain only excited me more. Sometimes pain and pleasure are indistinguishable.

Zhao Yazhi's body writhed more intensely, her snow-white buttocks swaying back and forth and side to side. Her slender waist seemed so
small that it could be grasped with two hands. Looking down, her full buttocks were so large that it would take several men's hands to touch them together to cover them.
The contrast between her slender waist and full buttocks was striking. This golden waist-to-hip ratio of mature women is
one of the most alluring parts of their bodies, especially since she was writhing restlessly. Her slender waist swayed gently, her buttocks arching forward when her waist arched, and
rising , allowing for deeper penetration. Sometimes she swayed from side to side, moving at various angles to
provide friction and pleasure to every corner of her vagina. This sight was an irresistible temptation for any man, but it also made me feel...
My thrusts weren't fast enough to satisfy her, leaving her feeling unfulfilled, which was also a blow to my
ego . So I straightened up, moved my hand from her breasts to her waist, restricting her
movements. My wildness was aroused; I wanted to control everything below. I didn't want to see
the woman beneath me unsatisfied; I only wanted to see her writhing in agony under my masculine influence, her moans almost
like cries. That kind of woman would look so pitiful and endearing, yet I couldn't resist continuing to fuck her,
seeing her contorted face, hearing her pleading cries. I could only see her profile now, but I could
clearly hear her voice.

I gripped her waist, took a deep breath, and began a more vigorous round of thrusting. This time, she stopped writhing;
perhaps she couldn't withstand such intense pleasure. She began to moan loudly, her voice tinged with sobs. The rhythm of her
moans matched my thrusts, allowing me to feel control over her body. My forceful pounding
made her cry out in ecstasy, and my slight pauses allowed her to catch her breath. Controlling the woman beneath me gave
a man a sense of victory.

My hot, hard penis ravaged her tender, slippery vagina, showing no mercy. At this moment, gentleness was unnecessary
; only fiery passion was needed. They say women are like water, but when a man's fiery member is placed
in their overflowing waters and stirred, even the calmest water will boil.
Zhao Yazhi , was now a beautiful woman who disregarded her noble image, a
mature woman who had abandoned her last vestiges of restraint and craved ultimate sexual pleasure. How could I not satisfy her?

I looked down at our joined bodies, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. As it withdrew fully, her labia
slightly parted; as it plunged in again, the friction of our bodily fluids created wanton
sounds , mingling with our unrestrained cries. I was oblivious to the presence of those around me, only wanting to fully enjoy
Zhao Yazhi's body. Who would see this later, what the consequences would be—I had no time to think.

Zhao Yazhi's vaginal muscles began to contract, her cries growing louder and faster. She gripped my arms tightly.
I decided to give up; I would climax in this one round. Although enjoying her body was wonderful,
the ultimate climax was just ahead. I could reach it by speeding up, and I found it hard to resist. So I gripped
her waist and began my final, rapid, and intense thrusts. The sounds of our slapping and frenzied cries rose and fell.
At this moment, any direction from the director was superfluous; only the sounds of our throats and
the collision of our flesh filled the air.

As I thrust wildly, I felt pleasure rising through my body, almost reaching my head. I quickly
pulled out, spraying my thick semen onto her snow-white, plump buttocks. The moment my hands left her waist, she
slumped down, her head, which had been tilted back, drooping. She just lay there panting, her body rising and
falling with her breath.

The scene ended, and the crew led us to the large ship to change and rest. Zhao Yazhi was practically
carried aboard; she was completely exhausted. Her lifeless eyes met mine, and neither of us spoke
. I was also very tired.

It seemed Fang Ziyin and the director were satisfied. But what would become of us next?
We

returned to the hotel exhausted. Fang Ziyin was thrilled with his victory, talking
incessantly . Zhao Yazhi and I were too tired to join in. Back in our room, she collapsed onto the bed,
eyes closed, motionless. I was exhausted too, but wanted to talk to her. Seeing her like this, I didn't have the heart to disturb her rest.
I sat quietly by the bed, gazing at her. She was breathing evenly, I couldn't tell if she was asleep or not. Her beautiful face
was calm and serene, as if she had helplessly accepted her cruel fate. Yet, her brows were slightly furrowed, and
a single, glistening tear was visible in the corner of her eye. It made one feel that this strong yet fragile woman was always filled with resentment, yet
helpless. What kind of pain was this, being coerced, yet forced to put on a smiling face and perform diligently to please the villains and
ensure the safety of her family? I suddenly hated myself. Why had I brought her to this state?
Why was I just an ordinary person, unable to save the woman I loved? I could only console
myself : even without me, they would have done the same thing. At least as the male lead, I would have shown her compassion and wouldn't have hurt her.

The next morning, Fang Ziyin told us early that after sending the footage from yesterday to his father, his
father was "overjoyed." I secretly spat, thinking, "Does he really think his father is the emperor?" Fang Ziyin seemed
to want to share his joy of success with us, but Zhao Yazhi showed no excitement whatsoever. I think she must have felt very
humiliated . She had lived a pure life, and now that she's older, she's being manipulated like a puppet.

Fang Ziyin called me to her room: "Dr. He, thank you for your cooperation. My father's satisfaction is very
important . There's another matter I need your help with. My father, it's a difficult situation for me, but he wants to see Zhao Yazhi
naked in public. I'm in a dilemma. Do you think it's possible?"

I couldn't help but curse Fang Zhonghuai in my heart for being so greedy, but I still politely
analyzed with Fang Ziyin: "That's impossible, isn't it? You're just threatening her with her public image. Why would she
ruin her image?"

Fang Ziyin sighed: "You're right, but Dr. He, I really want to please my father. Do you
have any way to satisfy both sides? If it can really be successful, I will definitely finish this as soon as possible." " These are the things that make you
unhappy ."

I thought for a moment, then shook my head slightly. Fang Ziyin's expectant gaze dimmed. I suddenly remembered something,
so I said to Fang Ziyin, "There's an event called Pink Ribbon that raises awareness about women's breasts. Every year, women pose nude
for advertisements . It's a virtuous thing. Sister Zhi is very enthusiastic about public welfare, so I think she'll agree. This is a
compromise."

Fang Ziyin was overjoyed upon hearing this. He immediately searched for relevant pictures online, and after looking at them, he went to find Sister Zhi. I don't know
how he successfully persuaded Sister Zhi; it seemed like she agreed almost without any effort. I felt that this matter
wouldn't hurt Sister Zhi much, so I didn't feel much remorse. I even hoped that this would end the nightmare as soon as possible and allow Sister Zhi
to escape .

The Pink Ribbon event organizers were also looking for a middle-aged actress. After Zhao Yazhi's agent contacted the event organizers,
they were very happy. The other two actresses had already been chosen: Wu Peicen and Li Xiaoran. The filming location happened to be Hangzhou.
No one else was allowed to participate in the filming process. After the photos were released, Fang Ziyin was somewhat disappointed. The other two
actresses were quite alluring, with their chests and hips out, but Zhao Yazhi didn't expose her lower body and even crossed her arms
to cover her breasts. During a series of events, she stated that shooting such a cover photo involved a complex internal
struggle, and ultimately her level of exposure wasn't as daring as the other two young actresses. She said, "I'm not a hot
mom... Although my friends often compliment my figure, I still wouldn't wear flip-flops and a tank top
on the street. My attitude towards beauty doesn't need to be flaunted; what others think and say isn't the most important thing."
In an article related to the event, "A Complete Woman Preserves a Beautiful Heart," she revealed, "I haven't done
magazine , and I've never taken such a bold step. But the meaning of the 'Pink Ribbon' is too heavy. Once I understood it, I
, like countless other women, wanted to do my best for it and be a lifelong supporter."

Only a few people knew the true situation. Zhao Yazhi's words also contained some truth; she wanted
to contribute to the charity event, but initially, she was coerced. These inside stories were unknown to most, including the event organizers
.

In her post, Zhao Yazhi also described many of her private experiences as a woman: "Looking back, as a mother of
three , I have regrets. In 'my time,' natural childbirth
and breastfeeding weren't as popular as they are now. Although I also experienced the swelling and shrinkage of my breasts before and after childbirth, I never had
the chance to experience the joy of breastfeeding again. I still can't let go of this." "I would suggest that every girl should find a regular private doctor after her physical condition stabilizes as an adult... I 've had a breast ultrasound every year
since my 30s ." Fang Ziyin's father wasn't very satisfied after reading this, but Fang Ziyin racked her brains but couldn't come up with a solution for the time being. I was chatting with Sister Zhi in the room after two busy days. Sister Zhi seemed to be in a good mood, as if she had done something meaningful in her nightmare, which had eased some of her depression. At this moment, Fang Ziyin entered the room, and with just a few simple words, Sister Zhi's mood immediately returned to gloom. He said, "We'll continue filming tomorrow, the scenes in Leifeng Pagoda." After saying that, he put down two scripts and turned to leave. Zhao Yazhi and I looked at each other. Although we were unwilling, our fate was like a small boat on a raging sea, and we could only obey others. Making the filming process simple and satisfying Fang Ziyin became our pitiful wish. After reading the script, we were shocked to find a sex scene between Bai Suzhen and Xu Shilin, a mother and son. I sat frozen on the bed, while Zhao Yazhi, furious, got up to find Fang Ziyin but quickly returned dejectedly, looking dejected. I dared to advise her, "Sister Zhi, don't overthink it. It's all fake anyway, it's all the same." Zhao Yazhi nodded sadly, "That's all I can think of. They've gone too far. I thought of my own son and felt sorry for them. I can't help but think of them. I feel so guilty." I thought to myself, "You still don't know what Huang Guangye thinks of you." We remained silent, silently reading the script without rehearsing our lines, leaving everything to be improvised the next day. As I read, I got an erection. Afraid that Zhao Yazhi would see, I closed my legs and turned away, secretly glancing at her. She was blushing with embarrassment but continued reading. The next morning, after breakfast, we changed clothes. I was still dressed in gray, and Zhao Yazhi was still dressed in white . The scene we were filming depicts Bai Suzhen imprisoned under Leifeng Pagoda, Xu Shilin already knowing his true identity, and his first visit to Leifeng Pagoda to see his mother. The filming took place in two locations: one was outside the pagoda, while the scene inside was actually filmed at a film studio, where that scene was filmed years ago. Filming the dialogue between Xu Shilin outside and Bai Suzhen inside the pagoda was incredibly difficult; I was essentially the only one outside the pagoda talking to myself , yet I had to portray a profound sorrow for my mother. After filming this part , I rushed to another location to film the scene inside the pagoda with Zhao Yazhi. Her white dress was different from the initial scene, more simple and understated. For a Buddhist, clothing shouldn't be too extravagant, which gave Zhao Yazhi a unique charm, making her appear even more ethereal and radiating a Zen-like beauty. Bai Suzhen sat regally on a lotus throne, with several golden Buddha statues on the wall behind her. Upon seeing me, she immediately rose , her expression one of surprise and excitement. I rushed forward, grasped her hand, and cried out, "Mother..." before choking back tears, unable to speak for a long time. Zhao Yazhi was meant to portray Bai Suzhen's conflicted emotions: overwhelmed with emotion at seeing her son after twenty years of separation , yet fearing punishment for harboring worldly desires and postponing the family reunion. But her hesitation was fleeting; familial love overcame the constraints of monastic rules. She stroked my head, calling my name, "Shilin, my son..." Then we embraced, remaining together for a long time, as if trying to make up for the regret of twenty years of separation. We sat on the ground, and I buried my head in Zhao Yazhi's arms, murmuring like a child, recounting childhood musings I had never been able to tell my mother. She held my back, gently stroking my hair. She was truly a dedicated actress; no matter the situation, she would immerse herself in the performance as soon as she entered the set. My face was pressed against her breast through my clothes, and I said in a blissfully tipsy tone, "Mother, ever since I knew you were my real mother, my mind has been in turmoil. I don't know what my beloved mother looks like, and I can't . I heard you were a great beauty, and seeing you today, you truly are." Zhao Yazhi's loving voice was right beside my ear: "Shilin, I haven't fulfilled my duty of raising you. I am ashamed before you." I looked up at her: "Mother, giving birth to me was the greatest blessing you could bestow upon me . It's not your fault that we haven't been able to spend every day together." Zhao Yazhi sighed softly: "Even so, it's still a regret. Leaving you when you were still an infant, I wanted to give you one last sip of milk..." "No." I gently rubbed my cheek against her breast, pleading, "Mother, it's not too late to feed me now." Zhao Yazhi playfully slapped me, "Silly child, Mother doesn't have any milk left." I brushed my lips against her breast, "I don't need milk, I'm satisfied as long as I can taste Mother's milk." As I spoke, unbuttoned her collar and lightly touched her breast with my lips. She quickly closed her collar, "Shilin, no... don't do this..." I looked at her with innocent yet resentful eyes, "I don't even remember drinking your milk. You just said you regretted not breastfeeding me." Zhao Yazhi gestured to the Buddha statue and said softly, "It's not that Mother doesn't want to, it's just not the right time, Buddha... "

"The ancestor is watching, you mustn't act rashly."

I persisted, "That's not Buddha, it's just an image. How can it see? And what if it sees?
A mother breastfeeds her child, is that not allowed?"

At this moment, Bai Suzhen, who had been meditating for a long time, had great respect for Buddha. While she hesitated, I
called out in a coquettish, drawn-out voice, "Mother..." I hugged her body and gently swayed, like a child begging for a little affection from his mother.
She lifted my face with her hand, looked at me with infinite tenderness, sighed, then unbuttoned her clothes again and
pressed my head against her breast, saying, "Shilin, my good son, you have suffered these years without your mother, and
I can't . Eat if you want." "Having said that, tears welled up in her eyes.

Bai Suzhen's emotions also affected Xu Shilin. He recalled the grievances of so many years and began to
sob , turning his longing for his mother into a deep kiss. So my lips roamed
freely over Zhao Yazhi's breasts. The fair and tender flesh gradually turned red under my licking and tasting. My chin touched
her nipple, which had become erect without me noticing. I opened my mouth and sucked hard, as if trying to draw
milk . Although I couldn't draw milk from the breast of a middle-aged woman, the feeling was just as sweet.
I grabbed her other breast with my hand, pinched the nipple and gently rubbed it. It was already proudly erect, tender and full,
stimulating my hand. The body of a beautiful mature woman is so sensitive.

Zhao Yazhi's white dress was stretched open at the neck by my kiss, revealing her smooth neck and shoulders. Her breathing
began... " My attention quickened. I looked up at her; her gaze was somewhat unfocused. Whether it was for the sake of the performance
or her true feelings, I couldn't tell. Regardless, such a helpless look would drive any man wild. The
previously childlike Xu Shilin was awakened by the masculinity and primal instincts within him. He stood up and pulled off his mother's white robe,
revealing Bai Suzhen's equally pure white body. For the sake of the plot, Zhao Yazhi was going commando; she
wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Bai Suzhen seemed to suddenly awaken, grabbing her robe, which had slipped down to her waist, to cover her exposed upper body.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, making soft, mournful sounds with my mouth on her breast. She pushed my
shoulders a few times, but I held her tightly. She finally gave in, holding my head and saying, "Shilin, I know I'm sorry
. I know you have so many grievances. Cry it out, let it all out." Upon hearing this

, Xu Shilin's pent-up grievances burst forth. He cried and opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to take Bai Suzhen's breast
into his mouth. Bai Suzhen held Xu Shilin's head; the mother and son, separated for twenty years, wept uncontrollably at their reunion.
However, at this moment, Xu Shilin's mouth still held his mother's breast.

I moved my mouth a short distance from her nipple so the cameraman could capture
the moment my tongue touched her breast. I used the tip of my tongue to wander around her nipple, gradually moving towards the center. I lightly flicked Zhao Yazhi
's nipple with the tip of my tongue, and her body suddenly trembled slightly. After all, Bai Suzhen had been suffering in the pagoda for twenty years. Having not experienced
the pleasures of love between a man and a woman for so long, her parched body was extremely sensitive to even a little rain. I teased her nipples with my tongue faster and faster, pressing the tip of my tongue against her nipple and pressing it hard
. The nipple immediately sank deep into her breast. Zhao Yazhi let out
a soft moan, gently pushing away my head with her hands that were wrapped around it, then hugging me tightly again and turning her head away. "Shilin ..." This action was supposed to be in the script, but I felt it was also a true reflection of her resistance. I looked up at Zhao Yazhi and said to her in a simple and innocent tone, "What's wrong, Mother? Why are turning your head away from me?" Zhao Yazhi slowly turned around and saw her breast being held in her son's mouth. A shy blush , but she still said, "It's okay, Shilin... have you had enough?" Hearing this, Xu Shilin said coquettishly, "How can twenty years' worth of milk be finished so quickly?" "Having said that, he took Bai Suzhen's breast into his mouth and tasted it deeply, as if he wanted to swallow it whole. I was so immersed in the role that I even identified with Xu Shilin. Facing a beautiful, mature mother with an ethereal air, I couldn't suppress my passion. I played with her breasts in my hands, sucked on them, and murmured about my twenty years of longing. I cupped her breasts in my hands and buried my head deep in her cleavage. Bai Suzhen's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her nostrils flaring from her rapid breathing. She seemed to unconsciously murmur her son's name, Shilin... Shilin... Her hands haphazardly stroked Xu Shilin's back. I turned my head and instantly noticed that the director, cinematographer, Fang Ziyin, and one of his confidants on set all had bulges in their groins , perhaps due to Zhao Yazhi's professionalism." I was captivated by her spirit and superb acting skills. Perhaps it was the ethically unacceptable scene that was too stimulating, yet they had to restrain themselves from having intercourse with Zhao Yazhi, this stunning beauty. At this moment, I was the only one in the world to savor this exquisite mature woman. Thinking of this, I felt no guilt whatsoever, only a pleasure unique to me. I was only forced into this situation by the evil forces; I didn't need to feel guilty. I just needed to enjoy this mature woman's deliciousness. As the plot unfolded, I suddenly pushed Zhao Yazhi down. Her body was still on the lotus seat, but her head and shoulders slumped limply to the ground. I said in a low and urgent voice, "Mother... Mother... Your son's body is so hot, and my lower body is swollen and unbearable. I don't know why, but I want to rub against Mother's body. " "Then, I tried my best to portray Xu Shilin's ignorance of matters between men and women , awkwardly rubbing and nuzzling against Bai Suzhen. Zhao Yazhi turned her head towards the camera, closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face. I admire actors who can handle . She sobbed softly, and whether Xu Shilin hurt his mother or not, Bai Suzhen asked Xu Shilin with a slightly tearful voice: "Shilin...you've been well-read since you were a child, in those books of sages...um...did they tell you that you can't...do this with your own mother?" Xu Shilin was stunned for a moment: "The sages only said to know filial piety and brotherly love, Mother, am I being unfilial? Mother doesn't want this, does she?" Before I could get up, Zhao Yazhi suddenly hugged me: "Shilin...my son...don't leave me, no matter what filial piety is, as long as...you're by my side, that's enough." Zhao Yazhi gently pushed me away, looking at me with boundless affection, and sighed, "My Shilin only knows how to study, he knows nothing of the world. Let your mother help you relieve that unbearable swelling. For you, I would gladly give up twenty years of cultivation, or even a thousand years of practice." With that, she rose and lightly loosened her robe, pulling the plain white garment from her waist down to her feet. As she lifted her legs, Xu Shilin's beautiful mother appeared before him. Not only was Xu Shilin captivated by her beauty in the drama, but I, who played him, was also captivated by Zhao Yazhi's stunning figure. Although I had seen it many times, each time I still...

It was a shock. Her figure was supple, her face beautiful, her eyes gentle, and her hands delicate and long brushed against my
shoulders. While I was still stunned, my clothes were undone, and I cooperated by removing all my clothes.

Bai Suzhen pulled Xu Shilin's arm to her side, spread her legs, and wrapped her arms around her son's waist: "Shilin, you
may not know what is about to happen... You only need to know that your swelling is about to subside... You will experience the most
intoxicating , and I will suffer eternal damnation..." Zhao Yazhi's expression dimmed slightly, and I immediately asked, "Mother,
what will happen to you?"

Bai Suzhen smiled calmly, the smile after the clouds of sorrow was breathtakingly beautiful: "It's alright, Mother will also be in
the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, Shilin... Look down, the place where the flowers bloom in that secluded valley is where you were born twenty years ago, and now
, by a twist of fate, you will return there." I looked down and saw that her vulva was already glistening with moisture,
her labia seemed to breathe, telling of the deep longing and endless desire for twenty years without being with a man. Can the ancient lamp and Buddha really
extinguish the yearning for worldly pleasures? It's just suppression; suppressing the needs of the spirit and sex is always contrary to common sense
.

Zhao Yazhi gently pulled me close, her legs encircling my waist, guiding my already erect penis
to her private parts. Then, her slender feet slid down to my buttocks. Zhao Yazhi bit her lip, as if making a firm decision,
and with a powerful thrust of her legs, my penis obediently entered her vagina. Zhao Yazhi let out a long, soul-stirring
moan , and I let out a low growl in return.

Bai Suzhen's body hadn't been touched by a man for twenty years, and naturally, she hadn't had sexual relations for twenty years. She never expected
to it with her own son. The inner turmoil and the immense physical pleasure intertwined, causing her moans to be long and continuous.
Xu Shilin had never experienced the pleasures of lovemaking before, and his first taste was with his mother, whom he hadn't seen for twenty years. He was
expected to feign enlightenment, understanding the true nature of sexual relations. He realized that such an act with his mother would be disrespectful,
perhaps even utterly rebellious. In a panic, he pulled his penis out of his mother's vagina. Unexpectedly, the friction during
withdrawal brought him intense pleasure, an irresistible urge. With a look of astonishment and trepidation,
he carefully reinserted his penis, then pulled it out again, instinctively beginning to thrust into his mother, Bai Suzhen.

Watching her son clumsily thrusting between her legs, Bai Suzhen seemed to remember something, and her dried
tears flowed again. As Xu Shilin's movements became more skilled, the physical pleasure caused her
to moan uncontrollably, until her moans and cries became indistinguishable. She cried and moaned simultaneously, or perhaps the crying itself was a form of moaning.
Her son's thrusting beneath her brought her to tears of intense pleasure. These things no longer matter. At this moment, I see
that the people in the scene, those men, are staring intently at us. Our performance of mother-son intimacy keeps them glued to the screen
, occasionally scratching and rubbing their erect groins to relieve the swelling. Meanwhile, I am able
to release . This is also a temporary happiness. Zhao Yazhi's legs wrapped around my waist,
tightening , I grasped her breasts with both hands. Zhao Yazhi's head drooped limply from the lotus seat, her long,
beautiful hair sprawling messily on the floor. She softly murmured, "Shilin... Shilin... my son..." I cried out
excitedly , "Mother... Mother... I feel so good, your... there... is so wonderful."

Xu Shilin's movements became increasingly vigorous, until Bai Suzhen was pushed down beneath the lotus seat. Bai Suzhen rose and
knelt on the seat, her back to Xu Shilin, her round buttocks raised high. Her delicate, white buttocks gleamed with a soft light, which, to me,
surpassed the dazzling golden light of the Buddha statue on the wall. Bai Suzhen said to the Buddha statue, "Forgive this disciple for being presumptuous...
perhaps ... this disciple... is destined to be like this... um... um..." Before she could finish speaking, my penis had already
entered her vagina from behind. Her body immediately became limp and powerless, and she rested her head on the lotus seat, her long black hair covering
it, blooming like a lotus flower. Bai Suzhen indeed possessed fair, pure, and chaste buttocks. Xu Shilin,
seeing such buttocks, naturally couldn't control himself, embracing
her and thrusting wildly. Perhaps feeling it wasn't tight enough, he grabbed her buttocks, squeezing them together forcefully, his penis pressing against hers. The sounds from both of them grew louder and louder; our moans
, the sounds of my hips colliding with Zhao Yazhi's buttocks, and the sounds of our genitals rubbing
together , echoing in the small room.

Bai Suzhen's breasts hung beneath her, swaying back and forth with Xu Shilin's thrusts, only
stopping when he grasped them with both hands. They changed shape under his kneading, nipples spilling from between his fingers.

My thrusting speed increased, and at orgasm, I half-squatted, pounding violently, causing her buttocks to
sway back forth, waves of flesh surging. I cried out, "Mother... Mother..." A stream of virgin semen shot into
Zhao Yazhi's vagina. After the lovemaking, mother and son collapsed, exhausted.

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