The Golden Beauty of the Painted Soul (Unabridged Chapters 1-111)

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Volume 1: The Black Dragon's Embrace Prologue

: The Heart of Zeus and the Demonic Dragon

It is said that on Mount Olympus lived a tyrannical emperor, Zeus.

He represented debauchery and depravity. But he was an emperor, and thus the entire sacred mountain was filled with an atmosphere of decadence.

While he was enjoying himself with several women, Hercules below the mountain was not so idle. His rebel army was marching towards the sacred mountain. The rebellion was caused by the imprisonment of Prometheus, and Hercules also forced Zeus's children and others to join the rebellion. The army continued to grow, and Apollo and others joined the ranks of the rebels.

Zeus was a very arrogant man, and he did not think that any rebel army could threaten him. Thus, every day was filled with singing and dancing, sensual talk, and endless pleasure with two or more women in bed together.

Finally, the rebel army was about to reach the foot of Mount Meru, and Zeus began to panic. But by then, the situation was beyond his control. No matter how many women he had, they couldn't withstand the rebel onslaught. The fact that many of his children had also joined the rebellion only added to his heartbreak and rage.

Frankly, if a man has fought too intensely on one battlefield, he'll experience a kind of inexplicable weakness on the real battlefield. His back will involuntarily ache, and he'll feel powerless—probably from overexertion somewhere!

Zeus lost, and lost badly! On Mount Meru, Zeus fought Hercules to the death, but Zeus was still no match for Hercules. This was unimaginable before; to become the ruler of Mount Meru, one needed immense power.

Losing meant death. Zeus and his women all met their fate. In truth, Hercules was quite wasteful. He killed all those beautiful women; if he had kept them, he could have had his fun. Heh heh, enough said… Zeus died, and his body was dismembered by Hercules. However, Hercules wasn't a god with much primal power. This means his ancestors weren't particularly powerful. He didn't know that for a god, the most important thing isn't his body, but his heart—that constantly beating heart. As long as the heart beats, it's immortal.

Hercules didn't shatter Zeus's heart; he simply stomped on it and buried it along with the other fragments.

A storm raged, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. The death of a god naturally caused celestial anomalies. The wounded heart of Zeus seized the opportunity to flee. If Hercules's minions had reacted sooner, things would have been dire.

"Crash! Sizzle!" Even the thunder in the sky seemed to be against Zeus. Zeus's heart, which was stretching across the sky, was struck squarely by a bolt of lightning.

"Damn it, I'm doomed!" Zeus cried out in despair, tragically accepting his second severe injury from the electric shock. But he didn't even have time to lament his miserable fate. The thunder and rain were mixed with Hercules's furious shouts, "Find him quickly! He can't have gone far!"

Zeus—no, it should be said, Zeus's heart—could only muster his remaining divine power and run towards the distance.

His remaining strength was certainly no match for the well-fed rebel army behind him. In the past, he wouldn't have been afraid, but now… "Quick, quick, which direction is he going!" "Hurry and catch up! Don't let him get away! Otherwise, no one will escape unscathed!" As the chief god, his mark was too obvious. Even with only a heart, the flame of his divine authority was too clear to ignore.

The distance was constantly closing. Five hundred zhang, three hundred zhang, one hundred zhang. The distance was rapidly closing. However, Zeus had nowhere to go. Ahead lay the dimensional barrier, which, with his current strength, was impossible for him to break!

The Heart of Zeus, rushing at full speed, was also busy considering its escape route. What should it do? Moving forward offered no way forward, while retreating meant certain death. If it could quickly open the dimensional barrier, it could escape. Thinking of this, the Heart of Zeus twitched again. Escape—what an ironic word! Fortune truly turns; it escaped my door this year… but the pursuers are even closer! "Quick, kill him! Everyone, hurry and kill him! He's about to run out of steam!" someone in the rebel army shouted.

This made the Heart of Zeus happy. It didn't accelerate further; the barrier was just ahead. Instead, it deliberately slowed down, as if waiting for the rebels to attack!

"Boom boom boom!" The rebels' attack waves arrived. The Heart of Zeus cleverly moved upwards, dodging the blows; their attacks all struck the barrier.

The sheer number of attackers was indeed powerful; the barrier began to tremble. Then, and then, the attacks continued relentlessly. But the Heart of Zeus, so tiny, always managed to dodge, ensuring their shockwaves weren't wasted.

Sure enough, the barrier was beginning to crack under the relentless attacks of the rebels. The Heart of Zeus seemed to be shouting, "Come on, attack harder! Just one more hit!"

"Boom boom boom!" In the next attack, the barrier finally succumbed, a small crack appearing.

At that moment, the Heart of Zeus slipped inside. Faintly, the voices of "Greetings, King of Gods!" and Hercules' roar could be heard behind it.

Now, let's talk about the Heart of Zeus, which had just broken through the spatial barrier. Upon entering, it found itself in a completely chaotic world. Towering trees and dense vegetation were everywhere, and the figures of colossal beasts could be seen flashing by. Most terrifyingly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here was so dense that it made it difficult to breathe.

Blindly wandering, the Heart of Zeus was completely shocked, only then realizing that its original divine mountain was merely a small hill here.

"Hmm? What is this? But such pure energy!" A rumbling sound pulled the Heart of Zeus back to reality.

Before it stood a gigantic black dragon, its eyes, as large as stars, staring at the Heart of Zeus. Large drops of dragon saliva dripped from its teeth, sizzling and corroding the vegetation in front of it.

This was greed, this was hunger. "Hmm, whatever! Enough to heal my injuries!" With that, it opened its maw wide and, with a sudden inhale, swallowed the Heart of Zeus whole.

"You damned black dragon, you can't escape this time!" Several more enormous figures appeared around the black dragon, forming a circle.

The black dragon had only just finished digesting the Heart of Zeus! Letting out a loud burp, it opened its eyes to find itself surrounded.

"Looks like I can't escape today, hehehe!" The black dragon chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Hmm, you should have foreseen your fate when you secretly learned the forbidden black magic of the dragon race!" "Hmph, learning forbidden magic and killing your own kind! You deserve to die!" The dragons all glared angrily at the black dragon.

The black dragon had been chased, escaped, caught again, and escaped again—this cycle had repeated countless times. Today, after being severely injured, it escaped, encountered the Heart of Zeus, and then devoured it.

Zeus was a chaotic god, but he also had emotions; otherwise, he wouldn't have had so many goddesses. The Heart of Zeus was the condensed essence of Zeus's life's energy and spirit. The black dragon consumed it like a tonic, and naturally, it couldn't escape its influence. Affected by Zeus's emotions, the black dragon experienced emotions not belonging to dragons for the first time. No love, only pursuit; no friends, only mortal enemies. This was the first time it felt a profound loneliness. The black dragon was lost in thought.

But the dragons opposite gave it no time to think; the attack had begun. Dragons that had learned forbidden black magic must be killed—this was the ancestral teaching of the dragon race for thousands of years.

At this moment, the black dragon gave up resistance. This must be the effect of the Heart of Zeus! But the attack was merciless; the black dragon's body was pounded, blood flowing freely, and quickly shattered again.

The other dragons, seeing the black dragon's unusual lack of resistance this time, initially thought it was a trick! But after waiting a while, nothing unusual happened, so they stopped worrying about it. The black dragon's body was shattered instantly.

Another member of their clan vanished from the world—a loss for the dragon race. At this moment, they felt no annihilation of their enemy, only a sense of desolation and wandering.

Unbeknownst to them, the black dragon's soul, carried by the post-battle breeze, drifted slowly to a distant, distant place.

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The legend of the black dragon spread throughout that world.

The black dragon that devoured Zeus's heart was utterly destroyed—no, its soul drifted to some place in this world, where it languished.

Perhaps one day it will emerge! In another form. A black dragon imbued with emotions then will surely be in a different form!

Chapter 001: The Black Dragon Temple

Changyang Village, a small village in the north. If it weren't for its proximity to Beijing, it would likely remain unknown, like many other villages.

Unlike rural villages, Changyang Village benefits from its proximity to a large city, leading to economic prosperity. Aside from the lack of tall buildings, it is a bustling place.

Changyang Village also benefited from favorable policies. With improved policies, the economy developed. For example, a large supermarket was built on the vacant land in front of the village, and the village houses were renovated into six-story residential complexes.

The villagers abandoned their original land. Just like the land transfer policy, those near the center of power were the first to benefit. Villagers abandoned their farmland and moved to factories in the city to work, where the income was better than staying at home. Those who left a few years ago returned dressed in fine clothes, which made the villagers envious. Thus, a ripple effect occurred. More people left. Plus, being close to the city center, they could return at any time. More

and more people became wealthy, and the village's infrastructure improved. Supermarkets, apartment buildings, large barbershops, kindergartens, restaurants, internet cafes, and entertainment centers for the middle-aged and elderly appeared.

However, what remained unchanged was the village's human touch. It remained harmonious and clean. It's a very good place to live. The villagers don't just stay home watching TV when they have free time. They usually spend their mornings playing cards, drinking tea, and chatting at the activity center.

This is mainly a scene for the elderly. There are also streets, internet cafes, and supermarkets, providing plenty of leisure options for the younger generation.

At the east end of the village stands another very old building. It has been renovated many times, but the main internal structure still uses bricks and tiles from an unknown era. It's a very desolate place.

Those who don't go inside will never know its age, and those who do are both amazed and puzzled by its dynasty. It's a kind of material not recorded in historical books, inexplicable and indescribable.

This is a small temple, a very old small temple.

The older villagers call it the Black Dragon Temple. The oldest villager said that the temple has always existed, and he also said that this was a retelling from the previous generation. This means that the temple's age is unverifiable.

They also don't know who the temple was used to commemorate. It only has one name: Black Dragon Temple. The temple was very simple, with only four pillars, each carved with a languid black dragon. There were no shrines, no statues, no couplets. Only an empty inner hall and some bowls and plates containing offerings.

This was the Black Dragon Temple. It had always been there. And it still is. The village chief said that even if everyone in the village died, the temple could not be moved.

The old village chief had also told stories of the Anti-Japanese War, those magical epics about the Black Dragon Temple.

Legend has it that the Black Dragon Temple had always been there, existing since the first generation of the village. This small area had always enjoyed favorable weather, as if the Black Dragon Temple protected their land. They never believed in the Jade Emperor or Guanyin Bodhisattva, only in the black dragon.

During the Japanese invasion of China, the Japanese army also attacked this place. At that time, resistance was weak, and many villagers were brutally murdered. They couldn't bear to leave, couldn't bear to leave this land that had nurtured them.

The Japanese army had already reached the village entrance, and several families had been murdered. These thugs didn't care about peace or humanity; they only knew how to kill, loot, and burn. One family after another, if they didn't leave, the entire village would be wiped out. The village chief decided to lead them eastward. Every person who could escape was precious; human life was paramount.

The Japanese army was right behind them, shouting and charging, as if watching a group of struggling ants. At the eastern end of the village was only a Black Dragon Temple, behind which lay a meadow. What to do? Running forward would surely lead to nowhere, and retreating would be certain death. At this moment, the village chief remembered the elders

saying that the Black Dragon Temple would always protect their village. With a try-it-and-see attitude, the village chief ran into the Black Dragon Temple, wanting to pray for the Black Dragon God's blessing. But within minutes of this prayer, the Japanese army had arrived. The villagers couldn't abandon their village chief, so they also went in to pray. And then,

a miracle happened. When the Japanese soldiers behind them saw them enter the temple, they cheered. These Chinese are really stupid! Is there anything more fun than eagle catching chicks? However, when they reached the outer perimeter of the temple, they couldn't advance another step.

Unable to advance, they resorted to guns! "Bang bang bang, rat-a-tat-tat!" The Type 96 light machine guns and Type 38 rifles fired at the Black Dragon Temple, the bang-a-tat-tat sounds like bullets hitting a very thick screen, completely blocked.

Guns didn't work, so they used cannons and tanks! The booming shells hit the temple, but had the same effect as the bullets. Those who couldn't get in were simply stopped halfway.

Was this the effect of a temple? The villagers were speechless! They had never seen such a miraculous phenomenon! How could the small, dilapidated Black Dragon Temple withstand the Japanese bullets and artillery shells? Nobody knew, not even the village chief. Turning their heads, still praying, they stared in disbelief at everything.

They couldn't tell anyone, and even if they did, no one would believe them.

The village chief finally believed the words of their ancestors: the Black Dragon Temple would bring them safety.

They had finally escaped a calamity. With the few offerings from the Black Dragon Temple and supplies from the surrounding area, they weathered the Japanese blockade and massacre. Soon the war ended, and they were able to return to their village.

Life went on as before the war. But the legends about the Black Dragon Temple became even more real. Every year on that day, the entire village would come to the temple to offer sacrifices and give thanks.

The entire village held the small temple in high esteem. It was the bare minimum for living in the village.

Thus, the Black Dragon Temple was renovated time and again. To ensure the children retained their faith in the Black Dragon from birth, the village chief built a school on his own land, with each successive chief personally teaching.

Now, a new residential area has been built, and the villagers' houses have been demolished and rebuilt. Other facilities are constantly appearing in other parts of the village. However, in the area at the east end of the village, in front of and behind the temple, the temple remains unchanged.

Their lives are good, built through their own continuous efforts, and they rely on the temple's blessings, a belief firmly held by all the villagers.

The villagers' memories of the Black Dragon's manifestation that day are not very clear. At the time, they were all in shock; how could they possibly be distracted by the changes in the temple?

While they were watching the Japanese attack outside, the black dragons carved on the four pillars of the temple opened their listless, enormous eyes at that moment. The dragon had awakened. When the Black Dragon arrived in this world, it made a pact with the village's ancestors to protect the village's last bloodline in times of crisis. Then, it would wait, for the day of rebirth, a full number of years later.

The Black Dragon waited in its slumber. It awaited that day. Previously, it had consumed the Heart of Zeus and was killed by its own people. It had no complaints; it was its own mistake.

After consuming the Heart of Zeus, it gradually developed emotions not belonging to the dragon race. Human desires, temperament—these were its most basic attributes. It wanted a human body like Zeus. So, when its soul arrived in this space, it made a deal with the village's ancestors.

Now, that day was fast approaching.

It was August 14th, 2009. It was also the anniversary of the Black Dragon Temple. The entire village was busy preparing for the annual commemoration.

Just last year, all the villagers had moved into a new residential complex, and the village's income had greatly increased. What a joyous occasion! The village decided to celebrate properly.

They cleaned the temple, cleared the flagstone path in front of it, decorated the temple's exterior with ribbons, prepared offerings, and gathered those who wanted to burn incense.

With everything ready, the village chief led the villagers, who had already prepared, into the temple to offer incense.

They completed the entire process solemnly, without a trace of a smile. First, they arranged their offerings, and then the village chief and several young men spent half an hour burning incense. Next came burning paper money; although it's said that the Black Dragon doesn't need to burn paper money, according to custom, this step is indispensable.

After all this, they came out. The temple gates were closed, and the villagers returned home. Today was not only the Black Dragon Temple's memorial day, but also a day for the entire village no less significant than the Lunar New Year, commonly known as Little New Year.

It was truly a joyous day, not only for the village's elderly, middle-aged, children, and youth, but also for the Black Dragon carved on the pillars. "Hmm, it must be about ten thousand years!" This was a dragon's language, incomprehensible even to humans.

It opened its eyes, which had been closed for decades, having only dozed off briefly; it had been waiting for this day. Finally, the day had arrived; the black dragon would have human form. Today, on this day that marks a significant year.

Restricted by ancient laws, all members of the black dragon clan were forbidden from cultivating human form. This was a constraint of the law. They possessed enormous bodies, unlike humans, but had lost the agility and freedom of humankind. Most importantly, they could not enjoy the most primal movements like humans—heh heh, you can imagine the dragons' activities!

But... They wouldn't envy weak humans either. Small creatures like humans are always the ones being bullied in the struggle for survival. There should only be one strange creature among the dragons, the Black Dragon!

Last time it stole dark magic, this time it possesses a human form—truly an incredible dragon.

The Heart of Zeus gave the Black Dragon a chance to learn these things, and here it has another chance to be reborn; it will cherish it.

Time, counted in seconds, reached the night of August 14th.

Chapter 002: Tianhong (Part 1)

There was a very unique family in the village. The male head of the household, Li Fu, ran a supermarket in the village, busy with chores every day. The female head of the household, Aunt Qing, took care of the family. She helps out at the supermarket when she has time. Her daughter, Li Wenling, is a high school sophomore, and then there's Qi Tianhong.

Everyone else is surnamed Li, and this is Li Family Village, so why is he surnamed Qi? That's right, he's an outsider.

Strictly speaking, Qi Tianhong isn't from this village. He was sent here by his biological parents when he was very young.

Qi Tianhong has asked his current parents, Li Fu and Aunt Qing, this question more than once. The answer is always the same: "We adopted you from an orphanage."

This is obviously just an excuse, meant for Tianhong. What's the story behind this? What happened?

On a snowy night, a beautiful woman knocked on the door, saying she needed to stay the night, as there were no more buses back to the city. The hospitable couple, of course, wouldn't turn her away. It was almost 11 p.m., and people were already moving. Their daughter, Wenling, was already asleep.

The woman was dressed elegantly, clearly not an ordinary housewife. She was carrying a baby, whose eyes were still closed, obviously only a few days old. The woman's complexion wasn't very rosy either, probably because she hadn't been in postpartum confinement for long. "Oh dear, sister, come in quickly! This baby is just born! How could you come out like this? A baby can't withstand this kind of wind and snow!" Aunt Qing said somewhat reproachfully. She loved children and had her own methods for raising them. "And you, a woman who has given birth should have a long postpartum confinement period, how could you come out like this!" "Bring that woman in," Aunt Qing said, gesturing for her to sit and pouring her a cup of hot water. "Here, have some water to warm yourself up. How can you go out in this cold weather with a child?" Aunt Qing asked.

"Yes, it's urgent!" the woman replied softly. It wasn't that the woman was afraid of anything; she was quietly observing Aunt Qing's expression, especially when she talked about her child. In this darkness, the woman wouldn't come over; a military Hummer was waiting at the east end of the village.

"Here, feed the child something. A little thin porridge will do, right?" Aunt Qing brought some thin porridge a moment later; it was leftover from tonight. Li Fu had just gone to heat it up.

"Yes, he's back!" The woman took the porridge and carefully pulled open the child's swaddling clothes, but her movements were still very awkward, as if she wasn't the child's mother.

Aunt Qing chuckled, "Sister, have you never breastfed a child before?" "I can't stand it anymore. The person feeding the child like that is clearly unprofessional. Aunt Qing, who loves children so much, can't bear it.

" "Hmm, I still haven't learned how." "That woman is sorry.

" "Here, it's very simple, I'll teach you!" Aunt Qing took the child, wanting to demonstrate for the woman.

"Okay!" A hint of joy flashed across the woman's face. She already knew that Aunt Qing loved children, and that her child would be safe with her.

"Look, scoop out a little at a time, then gently bring it to the child's lips, pouring slowly. Don't rush, and don't pour it all at once. A child's mouth is small, they can't eat much at once..." Aunt Qing slowly fed the child the entire half-bowl of clear broth.

"Here, that's it, all fed!" Aunt Qing handed the fed child to Aunt Qing.

"Hmm, you're very thoughtful!" "The woman said.

"Hehe, yes, I've always loved children. I do have a daughter, but, alas..." Aunt Qing sighed, then stopped talking.

Aunt Qing loved children and always wanted a son, a traditional belief. Only a son could carry on the family line and inherit the mantle. But after giving birth to a daughter the first time, Aunt Qing and Li Fu still had hope despite their disappointment. Soon, Aunt Qing became pregnant again, and the checkup revealed it was a boy. However, due to a miscarriage, the baby was lost. The two didn't lose heart, after all, they were still young and had a lot of time.

But the root cause of the miscarriage wasn't cured, so Aunt Qing never conceived again. But the desire for a son never disappeared.

"How is my son?" the woman asked Aunt Qing. Seeing the sorrowful look on Aunt Qing's face, the woman knew she had come to the right place. Before this, she had done a lot of research in the surrounding villages.

"Hmm?" "Aunt Qing didn't hear clearly," is it a boy? "Aunt Qing didn't ask the woman about the baby's gender just now. She was still happily feeding the baby.

" Yes, it's a boy, only a little over twenty days old. The woman gently stroked the child's exposed face with loving tenderness. The child, having eaten his porridge, was peaceful, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

The woman's expression was one of deep pain, which quickly turned into a complex mix of emotions. This was a child with a tragic fate; his birth was improper, destined to be barred from the family. Only when he grew up could she give him a good job so he could live a decent life.

The woman's surname was Li, and her given name was Ruoning. She came from a wealthy family in the capital; her husband and son were both artists. When she was just a young girl, her family arranged a political marriage for her. She married Qi Shengzhi at the age of fifteen, and the following year she gave birth to twins, Qi Xinyu and Qi Xinyuan. These two children were twins, born only an hour apart.

Now she was only in her early thirties. A few months ago, her son, Qi Xinyuan, was troubled by a woman, and she comforted him. Her son was only seventeen years old. Already incredibly handsome and perfect, she, who had always opposed political marriages, suddenly became obsessed with her son. Unwittingly, they developed a relationship that transcended their era. Then came this child. She gave him a beautiful name, Qi Tianhong, a very poetic name, derived from the place where they met at a certain time.

However, at this time, the head of the Qi family was still her husband, Qi Shengzhi, leaving the child with no place to belong. She couldn't abandon him, nor could she keep him at home; she used the excuse of traveling to get through the last few months of her pregnancy. She could only keep him near her, so she could see him occasionally. She used her family's influence in the underworld to find this family—Aunt Qing's family.

Thus, a melodramatic story of giving away a child unfolded. Only the child's identity and birth added a layer of unease to his life.

"But I can't keep him; this trip is to get rid of him!" The woman spoke softly, as if recounting something ordinary, but the reluctance between her brows was so obvious that even she couldn't fool herself.

"What? How could you do this?" Aunt Qing's voice rose involuntarily. She simply couldn't tolerate it, couldn't understand it. Why would she throw away a perfectly healthy child? Didn't she know that many people can't have children? Didn't she know that many people have to undergo surgery to give birth? Didn't she know that she herself had longed for a child, especially a son, for so long that she was almost going crazy?

She wouldn't allow this woman to do this. She had to stop this heartless mother. Aunt Qing didn't see the reluctance between the woman's brows, the redness in her eyes, or the clear liquid welling up inside.

"I'm just a child. How could I survive in that kind of large family after having a child!" "Woman, oh, it's Li Ruoning who's lying. She's not entirely lying; this is her son's son with her own son, which means the child is destined to live a life of shame, a tragic fate, and to be despised by everyone. Of course, if someone knew, all of this would be waiting for the child. But Li Ruoning hasn't told anyone, not even Qi Xinyuan.

She can't bear this moral condemnation, this mental torment—it's a great irony. Her resistance to this politically motivated marriage has achieved its goal; she and her son have had a super-relationship—that's the ultimate struggle." She had also given birth to a child, her own son. That was enough; she couldn't ask for anything more.

This child, in the first place, shouldn't exist, and he shouldn't bear this punishment, especially for an immoral mother. Therefore, Li Ruoning had to keep it a secret, not telling anyone.

A lie had to be a complete one, so Li Ruoning poured out her prepared story to Aunt Qing.

Hearing this, Aunt Qing understood. So, the stories often shown on TV weren't fake! Look, this is a living example! Aunt Qing then understood Li Ruoning's actions.

"Then where are you going to abandon the child?" Aunt Qing asked, her sympathy overshadowing her longing for her son. She hadn't yet grasped the meaning behind Li Ruoning's words.

"Oh, I don't know either. Sigh, if I gave it to you, would you want it?" Li Ruoning said, feigning distress, pretending she had no choice. Then, she casually asked Aunt Qing's opinion.

"Me?" "We also want a child, but we've always wanted to give birth ourselves..." Aunt Qing said, expressing her wish. "It's a woman's nature; everyone loves children.

" "Oh, if you don't want one, then forget it! Anyway, this child won't survive in my house. Tomorrow, I'll just leave him outside! He's going to die anyway, might as well die sooner rather than later, save him from suffering!" Li Ruoning spoke with great sorrow, her acting flawless.

Chapter 003: Tianhong (Part Two)

"Isn't that cruel?" "Aunt Qing still couldn't bear it. This really challenged her bottom line." "Why not just take the child? Anyway, it's a child, and I'm not even sure if I can give birth myself!" "Once this thought arises, it can never be erased. It's like a demon, constantly using eerie language to lure lost children into the embrace of the demon god.

" "This, how can this be!" "This is too cruel. She can't just watch the child die; she can't do it." Old Li, come and see! "It was two women talking the whole time. Li Fu was sitting in the inner room waiting for his wife to finish so he could go to sleep.

In this family, he usually just does the work; he's more like a housewife. As for Aunt Qing, she's more like a man. She's the one who makes the decisions on these diplomatic matters. But women always have a natural weakness; when faced with problems, they always want to rely on men and want to know their opinions.

" "Hmm, what is it?" A short, gruff voice came from inside, and the short Li Fu came out. Li Fu looked like an honest, simple country man. His thick, bushy eyebrows didn't add to his fierceness, but rather highlighted his honesty.

He quickly walked over, taking small steps. He only glanced at the beautiful woman from outside. In his eyes, his woman was the most beautiful, incomparable to anyone else. Yes, Li Fu merely glanced at Li Ruoning, who was sitting next to his woman, before sitting down and looking at Aunt Qing.

"What is it?" Li Fu asked. When looking at his woman, Li Fu's cold expression was clearly gone. A flash of tenderness crossed his face, followed by his gaze on her. He knew it must be something important, or something Aunt Qing could decide on her own.

"Look at this child! This girl wants to abandon him, and he's a son!?" Aunt Qing looked at her husband with joy. She wanted to see some opinion in his eyes.

This was a rare opportunity; she knew she really couldn't have children. Not being able to give her husband a son in her lifetime was considered bad luck in the village. Her husband still ran a supermarket, which was a small business. Without a son, who would inherit it? She

needed a son. This was her duty as a wife. If she couldn't provide one herself, she had to find another way. Should she adopt from an orphanage, or find someone else? This was an opportunity.

"Hmm, let me see!" Li Fu took the child from Aunt Qing. He carefully examined him, gently unwrapped the swaddling clothes, saw it was a boy, and then wrapped him up again.

"What kind of child do you want? Do you never want him again, or do you just want him fostered in our home?" "Men tend to think more. This concerns the child's future. Li Fu wouldn't agree to foster care; it's a losing proposition—the child is just being raised by someone else. It's more like it if the woman never wants the child again, not even wanting to see it.

Raising someone else's child, only to have the child recognize their birth mother—it's happened before. Li Fu is a businessman; he's honest, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. He cares about his woman's feelings. He knows her longing for a child, but he also knows how much it would hurt Aunt Qing if the child turned against her later.

" Oh! Li Ruoning hesitated for a moment. She truly hadn't considered this issue. She only wanted to find a place for her son to live in seclusion; she hadn't thought about anything else.

This involved the issue of child custody, something Li Ruoning hadn't considered either. Imagine, a child of the prestigious Qi family in the capital, destined to wander in a foreign land, never to be registered in the family genealogy—what a tragedy!

Alas, what had she done to deserve this? This child could never see the light of day. What could she do? She couldn't keep him in her home, couldn't see him, couldn't speak to him—this was the sorrow of a mother.

Yet, she couldn't help but worry about him. What a misfortune! Thinking of this, Li Ruoning couldn't help but shed tears again. Was her life really so miserable? Forced into a political marriage from a young age, and finally having a child she loved, only to have him kept hidden from the world.

Sitting beside her, Aunt Qing, seeing this beautiful woman suddenly crying for no apparent reason, panicked for a moment. "Sister, it's alright, we'll take your child, so don't worry!" "Aunt Qing gently comforted her.

But Li Fu on the other side still held onto some self-control and wasn't moved by Li Ruoning. This matter had to be clarified; he couldn't make a foolish mistake at this time.

Alright, since reality doesn't want to acknowledge this child, then let him live a simple life; that's a good life too.

After making a great decision, the woman stood up. "This child, I... I... I'll give him to you!" She said resolutely, yet with a poignant sadness. Unable to hold back her tears, they streamed down her already strained eyes, drop by drop. Unable to bear looking at her child any longer, she turned her head away. Unnoticed, a crystal tear fell to the ground, a poignant and beautiful sight.

Aunt Qing handed the child to her husband, put her arm around Li Ruoning's shoulder, and offered some comfort to this unfortunate woman from a wealthy family. Based on Aunt Qing's own understanding, she could imagine the woman's pain. As a mother, not being able to stay by her child's side—what a tragedy that must be! "

I'll take this child," Aunt Qing glanced at her husband. This was her decision, even if her husband... "How could I not agree?"

Li Fu felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze. He didn't intentionally want to bring up this woman's pain, but this was an issue that needed to be clarified now. He was being cruel in explaining it now for the sake of these people's future; who knew what kind of trouble might arise later!

Li Ruoning still wore a bitter expression, forcing herself not to look at her child. This was unspeakable pain; it was incredibly difficult for a woman. But she had to endure it; she knew she would have to endure it for a long time, perhaps a lifetime.

The child lying in Li Fu's arms slept peacefully; the child who had eaten porridge would probably sleep for a while. At this moment, he still didn't know his fate. His fate was already decided. Born into a life of pampering and indulgence, he was unaware that his future had been tragically altered, and that there was no going back.

He was a child of misfortune. He was born without seeing his father, and as he grew up, he didn't know who his parents were. Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no descendants. To be unable to serve one's parents in life is the greatest unfilial act and the greatest tragedy. To be born without knowing one's parents, and to die without knowing where one's soul goes—isn't being rootless and without ancestors the greatest tragedy?

But then, heaven gave this child great compensation. A child abandoned by heaven at birth... There's every reason for him to live a very arrogant life from now on. Since he wasn't born knowing where his home was, he'll create a new, big home for himself!

While no one else knew, fate had arranged this path for this child. He was destined to be the protagonist of this life.

Li Ruoning's mood gradually improved; she had been there for almost an hour. It was already eleven o'clock, and she should be able to get back before her son, Qi Xinyuan, noticed.

As if sensing the woman's intention, and to prevent her from feeling uncomfortable when she left, Li Fu stood up and said, "The child is already fast asleep; let's take him into the room! Otherwise, he might catch a cold!" "Ignoring their comments, she walked towards the inner room.

Li Ruoning, who had already recovered, suddenly tensed up, glancing at Li Fu walking towards her with a complex expression. She could only see the baby's little hat. She remembered personally choosing it before the baby was born.

Another wave of sadness washed over her; she had kept this a secret from her family for a long time. Especially during the days when her pregnancy was very obvious, she used the excuse of needing to recuperate to go to a very remote place, finding many reasons to dispel any suspicions. She hadn't even told her son, Qi Xinyuan. Qi Xinyuan had also wondered if his mother was pregnant with his child. Why else would she mysteriously go out for so long? But despite trying various methods, she couldn't find any evidence.

She wanted to get up and go see her child again, but a hand grabbed her. Aunt Qing pulled her back. It's a tangled mess. Only by resolving it once and for all can one forget and let go. Aunt Qing understood women's minds well, but at this time, she shouldn't go; that would make things easier later.

" "Has the name for this child been chosen?" Aunt Qing changed the subject. She wanted to help the woman recover as quickly as possible. She was happy herself, but she couldn't bear to see the child's birth mother so unhappy! That would be incredibly unfair!

"Yes, that's right! I named him by his father! His name is Tianhong, and his father's surname is Qi." The woman said softly. When she mentioned the child's father, she blushed slightly. Aunt Qing thought Li Ruoning was smiling happily, so she didn't say anything. Little did she know, Li Ruoning was smiling because... "Oh, Qi Tianhong, hmm, a very powerful name! It sounds nice." Aunt Qing didn't know what a good name was, but this name sounded very powerful, so she said it was fine.

"Yes! This name is from when his father and I fell in love, oh no, we chose it when we fell in love!" Li Ruoning blushed again as she said this. She almost blurted out that certain incident. This was a very serious matter, concerning the fate and reputation of her two sons, so she dared not say it carelessly.

Chapter 004: Tianhong (Part 3)

"Yes! This name is from the place where his father and I fell in love—oh no, we chose it when we were in love!" Li Ruoning blushed again as she said this. She almost blurted out that certain incident. This was a very serious matter, concerning the fate and reputation of her two sons, so she dared not speak carelessly.

"Hmm, I understand. Of course, a child's name can't be chosen by one person alone! My daughter's name was found after my husband and I searched the dictionary for a long time." Aunt Qing was clearly still innocent and hadn't considered what Li Ruoning was referring to.

Seeing that Aunt Qing didn't seem suspicious, Li Ruoning felt relieved. She glanced at her watch again and realized it was already past eleven, so she stood up. "Big sister, I'm leaving! I'm entrusting the child to you!" Her previously blushing face immediately darkened.

"Just pretend I was never here!" she said resolutely, and started to walk out. As she left, she glanced back at the inner room. It was as if she wanted to see through the thick wall, gazing lovingly at her child for one last time.

This time, Aunt Qing didn't try to stop her. She knew Li Ruoning had come very secretly and couldn't stay long. Otherwise, it would be bad if she were exposed. "Sister, go on your way. We'll definitely take good care of the child, so don't worry!" Aunt Qing used polite language this time, expressing her respect for this great mother and her boundless gratitude to the woman who had brought her a son.

Li Ruoning simply nodded and left without saying anything.

Aunt Qing saw her to the door and watched her go.

In the darkness of the snow, a staggering figure. Gradually receding into the distance, one could see tiny puddles on the melting snow—not heavy snow, but the tears of a woman.

Mo Luo walked further and further away, her figure gradually blurring. The mountain path twists and turns, and she is nowhere to be seen; only the footprints remain on the snow. A winding No. 11 bus, and before she knew it, Aunt Qing's eyes were also blurry. She was determined to raise this child well and treat him well, even if he wasn't her own. These were Aunt Qing's heartfelt words, unheard by anyone but herself.

Suddenly, Li Fu appeared behind Aunt Qing and patted his wife's shoulder. He said nothing, but the gesture was enough to comfort her.

Aunt Qing turned and walked towards the inner room. This wasn't the time to think about Li Ruoning; it was because this child would be living in her home from today onwards. She had to take good care of him. Entering the inner room, looking at her sleeping child and her daughter Wenling lying beside him, Aunt Qing felt a surge of happiness. A son and a daughter—how perfect! This was the ideal she had always been pursuing!

Aunt Qing felt a moment of loss…

And where was the woman outside? Two unsightly footprints marked the snow. They were the messy traces of her emotions; the woman's mood was undoubtedly very bad. This entire period has been a rollercoaster of emotions, from extreme joy to profound sorrow. Even a superhuman would find it unbearable, let alone a woman with flesh and blood and a less-than-ideal emotional life!

But who can she blame? Herself? What's wrong with pursuing her own happiness? Yes, God is fair; He has given everyone the right to pursue their own happiness. Therefore, whether one is happy or not depends on whether one pursues it and achieves it! Should

she blame her husband, Qi Shengzhi? That won't work either. He was also a victim of an arranged marriage, and it's said that he lost his true love because of it. How ironic! Her husband's true love wasn't her. What joy is there in such a life? Li Ruoning is suffering, and Qi Shengzhi is unhappy too. Her son,

Qi Xinyuan, is even less to blame. He is her lover and the child's biological father. If he hadn't experienced emotional setbacks, he wouldn't have been so heartbroken, and without heartbreak, he wouldn't have given her this opportunity to express her love. Doesn't her heartbroken son need her comfort? She was his mother; shouldn't she comfort her child?

Lost in her own thoughts, Li Ruoning reached the village entrance. One of her family's men was waiting there. Seeing his young mistress return, he quickly opened the Hummer door and let her in.

"Miss, are you done?" The man was from Li Ruoning's family and had always protected her. After Li Ruoning got married, he naturally followed her. He was indispensable in helping his young mistress with her affairs this time. Seeing that his young mistress had returned, but her expression wasn't good, he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes!" Li Ruoning's mood was still low. At this moment, she certainly couldn't quickly recover from the pain of losing her child, which would last for a very long time. She just responded softly and leaned wearily against the car seat, not wanting to move.

He could see his young mistress's low mood, so he didn't say anything more. This was an essential quality for him as an underling; he knew very well what to ask and what not to ask. With a calm expression, he started the car engine, drove, and returned along the same route.

The car remained silent throughout the journey. Neither of them spoke. Li Ruoning kept her brow furrowed and eyes closed. Her hands were clenched tightly together, her fingertips turning white. Even the snowflakes that had melted in the car were left unattended.

Chaotic thoughts, a troubled heart. This was the woman's unhappiness and sorrow at this moment. At this time, no one could comfort her, not even her son.

But even the deepest sorrow will gradually fade with time. Yes, it cannot disappear completely, but it can be hidden deep within, sealed away.

Li Ruoning was like that. On that snowy night, she returned home discreetly, pretending nothing had happened. She had her own life to live, and she had to take care of her husband, son, and daughter; she couldn't afford to be exposed.

During this time, she even refrained from having any ambiguous feelings for her son. It wasn't that she dared not, but that she couldn't. Her fiery temper usually prevented her from considering such matters, but this incident made her back down. She was a woman of ambition, yet also traditional. A son's relationship couldn't last forever; this was just an accident, even if she truly loved him. Therefore, Li Ruoning once again hid her deep feelings, not readily revealing them. Her son,

Qi Xinyuan, also had his own career and love life. His mother was just an accident for him, and he dared not maintain such a long-term relationship with her. This wasn't just a matter of filial piety; it was also a matter of Qi Xinyuan's heart. He couldn't betray his father. Fortunately, his feelings for his mother gradually faded, which relieved him.

If Li Ruoning had really kept pursuing him, he truly wouldn't have known what to do. However, after her love therapy, Qi Xinyuan miraculously improved a lot. He once again threw himself into his artistic career with great enthusiasm, even pursuing a master's degree in university. Later, he met his wife, got married, and had a beautiful daughter who is now in middle school.

Some things fade with time. Qi Xinyuan gradually forgot about going home, forgot the immoral things he had done in a certain place, and forgot that there was a woman far away on the other side of the ocean thinking of him.

What he didn't know was that his son, his mother's son, was growing up and had just asked about his birth.

"Tianhong, we've already answered that question! You shouldn't ask anymore! Okay!" A pleasant voice, like a spring breeze, rang out in Li Fu's house.

Li Fu's family had two women, both exceptionally beautiful. This was common knowledge in the village. Every time this topic was mentioned, they would drool. Yes, two stunning beauties naturally attract attention and a certain allure.

This refers to Aunt Qing, Hao Ling. Aunt Qing's beauty was known from a young age. I remember that snowy night, Aunt Qing, sitting next to Li Ruoning, was a beauty like jade. At that time, Aunt Qing was at the peak of her beauty; her radiant face and shapely figure made her the village's most beautiful woman.

Aunt Qing was famous for her beauty even as a child. She was the most beautiful girl in her family, but it was through the village chief that she met Li Fu, an honest man from the village. Honest men have their advantages; they are more reliable. So, Aunt Qing married this honest man. She also left her family.

After marrying Li Fu, Aunt Qing no longer used her original name. Thus, a transformed beauty appeared in Changyang Village. Not long after her marriage, Aunt Qing gave birth to Wen Ling. Her original youthful beauty, combined with a touch of fullness, made her even more endearing.

The young men in the village were incredibly envious. Marrying such a beautiful woman with such a great figure would be a dream come true! Aunt Qing's image became a favorite among the energetic young men, providing them with the perfect object of their fantasies in the middle of the night.

Wenling, on the other hand, was a pretty young woman in the village. Perhaps inheriting Aunt Qing's beauty, she was already a stunning beauty in her early teens. She had a delicate, curvaceous figure, a sunny face, and always wore a kind smile. Indeed, aren't those seemingly approachable beauties even more beautiful? If she were truly an ice queen, only those with a penchant for certain things would find her appealing.

Chapter 005: A Certain Imagining

This time, the family sat together again, chatting about everyday things. This was Li Fu's habit. He ran a supermarket, but at night he still returned home to rest. It was another beautiful evening; the family finished dinner and sat together talking. They chatted about the day's interesting events.

But as they talked, the conversation inevitably turned to family background. At first, they were only discussing Aunt Qing's family history. It was Aunt Qing who started it. "Sigh, it's been so many years since I've seen my parents. I wonder how they're doing now!" Aunt Qing sighed.

Yes, she left her home back then and never returned. She rebelled and married her lover. Naturally, this led to a falling out with her family. Her family insisted she marry into a wealthy family to achieve their goal of a political alliance. But Aunt Qing, still a student at the time, knew the complexities of wealthy families, so the usually obedient girl rebelled. It's been said that quiet people, when they go crazy, are the most formidable.

Just like Aunt Qing, she fiercely resisted her family's arrangements. At that time, she met the village chief who often visited her home, and through him, she met Li Fu, an unemployed young man from the village. Back then, Li Fu was quite unsavory. Aside from being very honest, he really didn't have many redeeming qualities! But it was precisely this honesty that Aunt Qing loved most. It was for this love that Aunt Qing resolutely defied her parents' arrangements, chose Li Fu, and came to this very poor family.

Li Fu arrived at Aunt Qing's side at just the right time, ignoring the children's presence, and put his arm around her shoulder, offering silent comfort.

"Ahem, how old are the children! How shameless!" Aunt Qing struggled slightly, her face flushing. The usually elegant Aunt Qing and the very honest Li Fu rarely shared any romantic moments.

"Oh, they still don't understand, it's alright!" Li Fu, perhaps unusually open-minded, actually tightened his embrace. Seeing that she couldn't break free, Aunt Qing gave in to her man.

"Hey, hey, who said we don't understand!" It was a pleasant male voice. In this family, there was naturally another man, Qi Tianhong.

Qi Tianhong, fourteen years old, is a second-year junior high school student in Class 2 at Changyang Middle School. He's not a precocious child, although he is aware of what's happening before him. There are no

such things as precocious children; they just know more because they've experienced more and know things that others their age don't.

Qi Tianhong is like that. His surname is Qi, which is quite unique in the village. Everyone else is surnamed Li, so his presence here is truly unusual. Furthermore, he's not here to visit relatives, but rather a long-term resident, calling Li Fu "Dad" in the village—this is quite a story.

He's an orphan, brought back from elsewhere by Li Fu and raised as his own son. This is the gossip circulating in the village, told with great conviction. This makes it impossible for Tianhong not to overthink it. So, he repeatedly pesters Aunt Li Fuqing, pressing her for answers. "Why do I have the surname Qi?" "Why am I not surnamed Li?" "Why am I in this family?" A barrage of questions relentlessly bombarded the two of them all day long.

Finally, fed up with the questions, Li Fu made up a reason. "You're not from an orphanage, nor are you an orphan. That winter, a wealthy businessman entrusted you to me to raise. You were only a few days old then, so you don't remember much! Afterwards, I looked for that businessman, but to no avail!" He then shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

Tian Hong believed him then, but as he grew older, he became increasingly skeptical. If you're from within the country, how could you not find someone? Besides, who would abandon their child to wander the streets?

Yes, over the years, Tianhong had often lingered at the village crossroads, hoping that a stranger would one day come to the village and find him, and that he would also be a child with parents. Aunt Qing, Li Fu, didn't not love him; there just wasn't that blood connection, they weren't biologically related.

And, frighteningly, as Tianhong grew older, his testosterone levels began to surge throughout his body, causing certain changes. His pubic hair started growing wildly, and his penis began to peek out repeatedly, especially in the mornings. Along with this, Tianhong's interest in women grew increasingly intense.

The more familiar Tianhong was with a woman, the stronger his interest seemed to grow. The voluptuous and beautiful Aunt Qing, and the petite and adorable Sister Wenling, were both objects of his secret fantasies. Lately, these feelings had become increasingly difficult to control, sometimes requiring a long distraction to concentrate on his book again.

Like now, Tianhong felt uneasy. Seeing Aunt Qing blushing slightly in Li Fu's embrace, yet offering no resistance, made Tianhong feel deeply uncomfortable, even though he knew Li Fu was Aunt Qing's husband.

It was a strange thought, and Tianhong didn't know why. Was he jealous? A small thought flashed through his mind. Yes, no one could live with a beautiful mature woman for over a decade without feeling any attraction; Tianhong was no exception.

Looking at the happy smile on Aunt Qing's face, Tianhong felt a pang of jealousy. "Those who love someone are selfish"—this saying was very true. At this time, Tianhong didn't understand much about love, but he still cared about Aunt Qing's place in his heart.

Tianhong's voice only made the couple glance at him in surprise before they continued to immerse themselves in their small happiness. The child's protest didn't attract their attention. However, Wenling, who had always doted on her younger brother, was different.

Sensing the less-than-friendly emotion in her brother's voice, Li Wenling looked at Tianhong with surprise. "Little brother, what's wrong?" Wenling had always cherished this younger brother since he was little. She remembered waking up the day after a snowy night to find a new life in her family.

Overjoyed, Wenling felt she would never be lonely again. With a little brother, she would often make him laugh and cheer him up. Tianhong showed great talent from a young age, calling out "sister" at just six months old, which made little Wenling love him even more.

As he grew older, Tianhong became embroiled in rumors in the village. At this time, rumors were circulating that a child who didn't have the surname Li was living there. Where did he come from? Who were his biological parents? When would he leave? Everyone gossiped and laughed, completely ignoring Tianhong's feelings. At this moment, he was already experiencing the loneliness of not fitting in with the world.

But Wenling stood firmly by her younger brother's side. She played with him, talked to him, chased away the children who bullied Tianhong, and argued with those who always spoke ill of him. Acting like a little adult, Wenling rarely stood by Tianhong's side. Thus, the bond between the siblings was incredibly strong.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay!" Of course, he couldn't tell his sister about his emotional changes. Tianhong sat up straight. By this time, he was already a bit taller than Wenling. Looking at his delicate and lovely sister, Tianhong felt another wave of warmth. With such a wonderful person who cherished him, Tianhong naturally turned his gaze to Wenling again.

Slender eyebrows, big eyes, an oval face, delicate red lips, high-tied hair, and a pointed little chin—she was truly a petite version of Aunt Qing. Tianhong's throat tightened again. She was so similar, as beautiful as Aunt Qing, that he was mesmerized, his heart pounding. If only he could hold such a delicate body in his arms, pressing it tightly against him… how wonderful that would be!

"Little brother, where are you looking?" Tianhong, still half-asleep, was awakened by Wenling's sweet voice. However, Tianhong's eyes didn't stop at Wenling's face. They traveled downwards, reaching a certain high point. No, it should be called a hill. The girl was still very young, and her size certainly couldn't compare to Aunt Qing's. But sometimes, a green apple already has the flavor of a ripe grape.

Compared to Aunt Qing, Wenling's was truly insignificant. But at this moment, Wenling was sitting facing Tianhong, her height giving her a unique view from above. Her refreshing summer attire perfectly accentuated her petite and charming figure. The girl's white t-shirt revealed glimpses of her plump breasts. Because she had just showered, she wasn't wearing a bra. Sitting upright

, her nipples were clearly visible. Tianhong swallowed hard, as if his tongue had just slid across them, tasting something delicious. The white shirt perfectly accentuated her cleavage; Tianhong really wanted to bury his face in it and never come out again. A gentle embrace, he was willing.

Chapter 006: Wenling's Change

"Oh! Nothing, nothing!" Scratching his head awkwardly, Tianhong was naturally embarrassed, as this was the first time he'd been seen through like this. Especially since the other person was his dearest sister; her lewd behavior made him feel... truly wicked! Quickly suppressing these obscene thoughts, Tianhong dared not look at Wenling again.

Even Aunt Qing, still in Li Fu's arms, looked up in confusion. Her beautiful eyes stared at the two children for a while, but how could she, immersed in immense happiness, notice the abnormality in her daughter and son? Looking at her daughter's flushed face, she asked gently, "Lingling, what's wrong? You're so red!"

"Oh, oh, nothing, nothing!" Wenling naturally wouldn't mention her own changes or her brother's predatory gaze. "I'm just a little hot!" Making up a rather lame excuse, Wenling didn't want to dwell on the matter. At this moment, she became restless. Her two pretty legs were tightly pressed together, as if trying to hold onto something.

Tianhong's knife-like eyes seemed to want to strip Wenling of her only garment, leaving her completely naked. The act of stripping her bare was like devouring her; his gaze, coupled with the swallowing motion, clearly indicated he wanted to devour her! But strangely, Wenling didn't feel fear; instead, a fire quietly burned within her,

rising from her chest to between her legs as she sat in the chair. The gaze that had been peeling back the girl's clothes seemed more casual when it reached her. Tianhong's eyes scanned her rhythmically, never leaving her breasts and nipples. Each scan felt like Tianhong's hands gently rubbing and kneading them, fueling the fire within him that burned ever brighter, reaching a certain depths of the girl's heart and igniting her young desires.

The girl, though young, already understood matters of love. Given the level of information available in this era, even elementary school students knew about girlfriends and boyfriends, let alone middle school students. In their middle school, rumors circulated about who was whose girlfriend, and who was having intimate moments with whom on campus. Kissing was a common sight. Thus, these children were passively exposed to sex education they should have learned later.

Wenling had also learned about sex from a book. It was a novel that one of Wenling's female classmates had found. It had only recently become popular on campus, and while it was popular, it was really just a secret phenomenon. It was a novel called *Diary of a Delinquent Girl*, recounting a girl's sexual maturation. The book was filled with explicit descriptions of sexual organs.

"Oh, brother, yours is so big! **************** ...

She was very curious, but mostly shy. Seeing such explicit descriptions for the first time, Wenling blushed furiously. This was truly the first time she had ever encountered something so unconventional. The shocking words made her heart race. And for the first time, Wenling began to examine her own body. Her breasts were quite... well-proportioned, though not yet reaching her mother's size, but they had a youthful freshness. Her perky buttocks were something Wenling lacked; at only fifteen years old and in the second year of junior high, she naturally couldn't compare to her mother, Aunt Qing. Was

n't there a rumor that a woman's buttocks would grow larger after childbirth, and that this was the final stage of a woman's development? Wenling had naturally complained about her small buttocks; her female classmates would occasionally tease her about how small they were, saying she couldn't attract boys' attention.

It was from those few pages of the novel that Wenling began to understand her own body and the most mysterious knowledge about sex. She began to pay attention to protecting herself, to her own body's sensitivity, and to the gazes of those around her, especially men.

Just now, Wenling had clearly seen her brother's eyes. It was a look of wanting to devour her, an impulse to ravage her like in the novels. It was the same look as the man in those few pages of the novel; Wenling remembered it clearly.

****************************************************************************************************** (Editor's request for deletion)*&*************** Wenling had never imagined she was so sensitive; just seeing her brother's eyes had caused such a change. But what was even more terrifying was yet to come! His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over her, and although covered, it was still visible to him. Then it traveled downwards, reaching an even more wonderful place.

But this place was unseen. Wenling was sitting on the sofa, wearing a short-sleeved top and denim shorts, so only half of her calves were visible; the rest was tightly covered.

But that almost tangible gaze still made the girl's so-called "feng shui treasure land" heat up. From bottom to top, Wenling felt as if her younger brother was stroking her pubic hair, slowly combing it, and playfully tugging at it a little. Then she began to explore that very unfamiliar place. It was unfamiliar only because only Wenling truly knew it; it was a little sister, but now she didn't call Tianhong "brother."

[Edited section: ****************************************************************************************************] Tianhong lingered there for a long time, wanting to see the scenery clearly—it was instinctive. But for Wenling, it felt like someone was teasing her clitoris; slowly, it too became erect. A current of electricity traveled from her nipples down, past her already somewhat hardened clitoris, and towards the deepest part of her vagina.

(***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** (Abridged) ******************************************************) Wenling immediately realized what it was. She'd read about it in those few pages of a novel—it was called "woman's fluid." It was most noticeable during intercourse, but during this time, it seemed to secrete a lot, like a lubricant, wet, slippery, and sticky—quite interesting. Strangely enough, Wenling, who was always very clean, calmly accepted the fact that her pants were soaked with that liquid. She

quickly called to her brother; his gaze was truly unbearable for her, and she also seemed to curse her own constitution. It was hard to imagine that Tianhong had only looked at Wenling, and she had such a strong reaction. If it were really like that during actual intercourse, it was hard to imagine! Oh, stop, stop, it's too early to talk about this now!

Wenling, who had called out to her younger brother, sat down solemnly again. She was actually enduring the heat emanating from her lower body and the incredibly embarrassing fluid. The itching was intensifying, and the unknown fluid was increasing significantly; her panties were already soaked, and Wenling didn't want her jeans to get wet too—that would be utterly humiliating!

Watching her parents, still displaying their affection, she only asked a casual question before they continued their embrace. Their love, while she was making eye contact with her younger brother, was a ridiculously absurd and stimulating experience.

Perhaps it was unintentional, but the surging excitement was unstoppable. She needed to go to the bathroom immediately, Wenling thought.

"Mom, you two talk, I'm going to the bathroom!" she said, heading towards the bathroom. As she passed Tianhong, she gave him a playful, reproachful look. Tianhong was completely bewildered; he had no idea that his instinctive glance had aroused his sister's most primal desires.

Wenling, walking towards the restroom, strangely hunched over. Her petite figure was now sticking out, and she consciously tucked in her stomach, tightened her legs, and walked with a slow, deliberate gait. She wasn't showing off; she was naturally petite and cute, and it seemed pointless for her to act this way. Tianhong

was very puzzled by his sister's behavior. What kind of walking posture was that? Was it like the way models walk on TV? His sister always criticized his interests as vulgar, saying that those women were the most hateful, not only lacking the ability to attract men but also always dressing scantily and walking in an extremely provocative manner, which was truly vulgar.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you imitating a model too?" Tianhong looked at Wenling's disordered yet rhythmic gait. She walked forward daintimidatingly, still sticking her little bottom out. Although not very tall, it was obvious to anyone with eyes. Fortunately, Aunt Li Fuqing was too busy to notice her at this moment, otherwise, she would have been subjected to a thorough investigation.

"Hmph, it's all your fault!" she muttered under her breath, giving Tianhong a sidelong glance. He had done something wrong, yet he pretended not to know. It seemed Wenling didn't intend to blame Tianhong at this moment, only rolling her eyes. It wasn't that Wenling seemed oblivious; she knew how important the girl was to her. She was simply spoiling her younger brother.

Chapter 007: Tianhong

Wenling never knew how to get angry with people so important to her. Only when facing Tianhong did she always maintain her kind side. Sometimes she would be a little stern in her reprimand of Tianhong, but immediately afterward, she would speak softly and sweetly. Wenling wanted to spoil this boy, who was only a year younger than her, for life.

Perhaps it was the innate loneliness and sadness that Tianhong sometimes revealed that made Wenling feel so sorry for him! But why care about all that? She still loved Tianhong, didn't she!

She quickened her pace, walking briskly, ignoring her brother's questioning gaze. Just a moment after exchanging a few words with him, she felt an even stronger urge below. Was her brother her nemesis? Now, even a single word from him caused such a strong reaction. In this very limited moment, Wenling thought of all this again.

Hearing his sister's coquettish complaint, Tianhong was still clueless. He was even more confused; what did this have to do with him? "I think I only glanced at her and said a few words!" he thought. Completely puzzled, Tianhong didn't dare ask Wenling any further, as she had already gone into the bathroom.

Leaving aside the loving Li Fu couple and the lost-thinking Tianhong, what was Wenling doing in the bathroom? She

carefully closed and locked the door. She didn't want her embarrassing moment to be discovered. If it was her mother, it would be alright, but if it was her brother, she would truly be too ashamed to face him again!

********** ... "A slight coolness, and a slippery feeling. Water gushed from deep within the girl, striking the boy's head. ************************************************************************************************************************************************************** (Excerpt) ************************************************************************************************************************************** (Excerpt)

****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** (Excerpt) ******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** (Excerpt) Her face grew increasingly red as she thought about it. Slowly, quietly, a slender hand reached towards that wondrous place. It was a woman's most beautiful place, a place of auspicious beauty. A secluded valley, overgrown with trees and grasses, with a flowing stream, and a small, perfectly sized hill atop it—truly delightful and beautiful.

********** ... Immediately, Wenling reminded herself of this firmly. Although it would be comfortable and private, Wenling was more concerned about her brother's opinion of her.

After tidying herself up, Wenling immediately put away her naughty thoughts, changed out of her underwear and put on jeans. She washed her hands again to remove the last trace of smell before leaving the bathroom.

The central hall where the family had been talking was still quiet. Li Fu and his wife were still sitting close together intimately, while Tianhong sat there alone, bored, glancing occasionally towards the bathroom. What was wrong with his sister? Why hadn't she come out yet? He also kept glancing at Aunt Qing sitting on the sofa. Aunt Qing

was sitting diagonally against Li Fu, her shoulder embraced by Tianhong's nominal father, her legs curled up on the sofa. She didn't realize there was anything wrong with this posture; she was quite comfortable next to her husband. Sitting like this, all Tianhong could see was Aunt Qing's back. The most prominent feature was Aunt Qing's breasts. Her already large, pert buttocks were accentuated even more by this. Like two large watermelons, yet so soft, they trembled slightly with each movement of Aunt Qing, further highlighting their shape.

Firm and curved, they also revealed their slenderness and lines. With not much housework, Aunt Qing had more time to maintain her beauty. Especially her legs and calves, which hadn't changed shape like most women do after childbirth or in their thirties and forties—this was Aunt Qing's greatest pride. Women all love beauty, especially when they are already beautiful.

What truly made Tianhong's nose bleed was the prominent cleft of her buttocks, accentuated by her bulging breasts. The summer heat had prompted Aunt Qing, after showering, to change into her light attire: a loose-fitting short skirt. It wasn't particularly tight to begin with, and combined with Aunt Qing's posture, it naturally exposed her lower back. Her short-sleeved shirt was also pulled up, deviating from what it should have covered.

The bulge of the soft skirt revealed the cleft formed by her two buttocks. It was like a breast. A cleavage, the kind that most easily arouses a man's blood. Very deep, that was Tianhong's only feeling. Because of the distance, Tianhong couldn't see the whole thing, but even this small glimpse was enough to make him almost unable to resist. Tianhong didn't know what it was, but instinctively, he liked it there, wanted to possess it, wanted to ravage that beautiful fleshy area. He believed that this would make Aunt Qing very happy.

Unlike Wenling, Tianhong didn't read any novels and learn about sex. He only acted on his instincts, perhaps stemming from his father. After all, his biological father was also engaged in activities beneficial to both body and mind at that time! Tianhong simply found women's parts very attractive and beautiful. His most basic knowledge came from the women he saw during his first biology class in seventh grade.

Gradually, Tianhong's manhood began to rise—his first time. It was under Aunt Qing's care. It seemed Tianhong truly had an inexplicable connection with this virtuous yet exceptionally beautiful and voluptuous woman.

Because of Aunt Qing, Tianhong stayed in this family. Under her care, Tianhong grew up normally. It was also because of Aunt Qing that Tianhong first learned he was a man.

He panicked; this was the first time Tianhong had experienced this. He simply liked Aunt Qing's private parts, only glancing at them a few times, but his body slowly began to heat up, a surge of heat rushing to his genitals, where his penis was located. And so, that feeling of throbbing arose. It grew, swelled, and made a noticeable bulge in Tianhong's pants.

He dared not look anymore; Tianhong was truly frightened. This was his first experience, and he didn't yet know it was a normal physiological reaction. He only thought that if his sister were here, she could surely answer his questions, so he kept looking towards the bathroom. But that beautiful part kept emitting a fragrance that Tianhong loved, a scent he couldn't help but steal glances at.

The more he looked, the bigger his penis became; he couldn't resist looking. Tianhong only hoped his sister would come out quickly.

As soon as Wenling came out, Tianhong cast a pleading look at her. Wenling naturally saw him immediately. She didn't know what grievance her brother had suffered, but given her doting nature, she quickly went to Tianhong. At this moment, Wenling had finally composed herself, letting go of some of her lingering thoughts. But the flush on her face wouldn't go away so quickly!

Fortunately, the group was preoccupied with different thoughts and didn't see it, thus missing out on this beautiful sight. Women are always beautiful after childbirth.

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Tianhong was sweating profusely at this moment, trying his best to endure something, as if he was about to burst. Wenling saw this and hurriedly went to Tianhong.

"Little brother, are you hot?" Wenling asked Tianhong, not knowing the reason. She had just come out and naturally didn't know that Tianhong had his first time because he saw Aunt Qing's beauty.

Because it was summer, Wenling's first thought when she saw the sweat on Tianhong's head was that he was hot! Seeing that her brother was wearing short sleeves and shorts, it shouldn't be like that, right?

"No!" Tianhong said softly, blushing. He naturally wouldn't say his changes here, that would be very embarrassing. Even when facing his Aunt Qing, Tianhong would still unconsciously treat her as a woman.

Seeing Tianhong's hesitant speech, Wenling was also puzzled. "Let's go to the room to talk!" Wenling said, feeling it wasn't good to keep disturbing her parents.

It was still early, and the family wouldn't be sleeping now. Let them sit in the living room; the siblings could go to their room to talk.

Wenling went to her room first, tiptoeing so as not to disturb Aunt Qing and Aunt Li. Seeing that his sister had already gotten up, Tianhong couldn't refuse and could only follow her. He lingered for a moment, glancing longingly at Aunt Qing's still exposed cleavage, which seemed to be beckoning him, before also walking quietly.

"Tianhong, come in!" Wenling said to Tianhong as she stood by the door after entering her room. This was something they often did, spending the whole morning or afternoon in Wenling's room, not coming out until Aunt Qing called them for dinner.

Even as Tianhong walked, his embarrassment hadn't subsided. He was also trying not to embarrass himself, so he walked very carefully, making sure Wenling didn't notice any change in his body.

"Come, Tianhong, sit down!" Wenling casually sat down next to her and invited Tianhong to sit as well.

He sat obediently next to his sister, his face flushed and his head bowed, saying nothing.

"What's wrong? Tell your sister!" Wenling asked gently. He wasn't usually like this; his cheerfulness was tinged with sadness, and his liveliness was occasionally broken by silence. People with contradictions are sometimes very endearing, like Tianhong, who was doted on by both women in the family.

"Sister, I think I'm sick?" When he was with Wenling, Tianhong was more open and would say anything. He was most touched by his sister's concern; subconsciously, his closest person was Aunt Qing, Wenling. He didn't show the same warmth towards Li Fu.

It's not that Tianhong is ungrateful. In this family, it's not just one person who's kind to him, but everyone is kind, and everyone's love is equally good. In fact, Li Fu is also very good to Tianhong at home, especially in mediating between Wenling and Tianhong. He ensures fairness between them, without showing any prejudice that Tianhong is an adopted child.

Raising his head, still blushing, Tianhong said shyly. Tianhong still felt he should tell his sister about the situation; it wouldn't be good if he really got sick. It was a shameful place, and Tianhong didn't really want to tell Aunt Qing. If she asked why

things were like this, Tianhong wouldn't know how to answer. ********** ... This was Tianhong's first time, so naturally he didn't know his maximum length. If he had measured it just now, it would have been a full sixteen centimeters. That's considered quite large for a Chinese man, though it can't compare to the powerful genes of Europeans and Americans.

"Ah!" Wenling stared, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, at her brother's bulging pants, completely stunned. He had actually started! This was the first time Wenling had seen her brother in this state, and she was truly unaccustomed to it.

"A boy who's only a teenager, and he's already started?" Wenling wasn't sure about the boy's age, but her younger brother was usually quite small, so this really surprised her.

Seeing his sister just staring at him with wide eyes, looking completely stunned and not saying a word, Tianhong became really anxious. "Sister, tell me! What happened? Why did it suddenly swell up?" Tianhong was genuinely scared. He knew that this area was for procreation, and it couldn't be hurt at all. He looked like he was injured.

In his panic, Tianhong grabbed Wenling's slender arms and shook them vigorously. "You're hurting me!" Frowning, Wenling carefully pried her brother's hands away. Her arms were already red from Tianhong's grip. Wenling gently rubbed them before looking at her brother. Tianhong, seeing that his rough handling had hurt his sister, scratched his head sheepishly. "Sister Wenling, I... I was just being a bit hasty! I'm sorry!" he apologized softly. Loving this girl, Tianhong didn't want his sister to be angry or hurt.

Wenling chuckled, amused by her brother's antics. She knew her brother's temperament well; somewhat impulsive, yet possessing a gentle side. But Wenling quickly stopped laughing; her brother's erection was still there, waiting for her answer.

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Wenling truly doted on Tianhong. What she liked most was that Tianhong hadn't spoiled her because of her doting; he loved her too, so she didn't want to disappoint her younger brother.

"This is a normal reaction for a man, it's nothing, it's male, it should be called..." Following the contents of those few pages of the book, Wenling told him everything she knew. That was all she knew; to clear her brother's mind, she didn't care where her knowledge came from!

"Oh, really? I'm really okay?" Hearing his sister say he was alright, Tianhong immediately became happy. Tianhong always listened to Wenling the most, so he naturally accepted his sister's explanation without question.

"Yes, of course you're alright!" Wenling said happily. Her younger brother Tianhong always had a beautiful smile when he was happy, a smile that drew her gaze. Looking at her brother's handsome face with rosy cheeks, Wenling was once again captivated.

He still looked at his sister with a smile. He loved this girl who had always been a part of his life, caring for him and loving him deeply. Perhaps at this moment he didn't understand what life was called, or what life was called liking, but Tianhong knew his feelings. A day without his sister was incredibly boring and dull; it wasn't just dependence, but also love.

"But, but Wenling, why isn't it getting smaller?" Looking at his own penis, still so large, still pressing against his shorts, it was still very uncomfortable. Afterwards, a man usually needs to have sex with a woman to make it smaller; as for using his left hand to solve the problem, that wasn't within a man's scope.

...Even if it shrank a bit, it was still thirteen or fourteen centimeters long, and constantly pressing against him like this was really uncomfortable for Tianhong. He always felt like something wanted to come out, but he couldn't find a way to release it or a place to apply pressure.

Somewhat annoyed, Tianhong touched his penis, trying to press it down. He didn't like how he looked; it was really unsightly.

A jolt of electricity shot through him, sending a shiver down Tianhong's spine. It was this pleasurable sensation that Tianhong instantly fell in love with. But his sister was there, and Tianhong couldn't continue like this.

What kind of feeling was this? Tianhong didn't know how to describe it, but it truly made his penis feel incredibly good. The stimulation, like being struck, was so pleasurable that it made Tianhong feel like he was ascending to heaven.

He wanted to touch himself right now. Tianhong wanted to leave his sister's room, but he couldn't find a suitable excuse. In the blink of an eye, he saw his sister's small hands again, so smooth and delicate—something Tianhong always loved to play with. Every time he went out with his sister, Tianhong would hold her hand.

Her hands were like soft shoots, her wrists white and her skin rosy, very beautiful. And the fleshy texture of her slender hands, though small, wasn't as fragile as it looked. When he had nothing to do, Tianhong liked to squeeze his sister's small hands, and Wenling was happy for her brother's enjoyment, so she went along with it.

If his sister touched him, it would definitely feel even better! Looking at his sister's chubby little hands, Tianhong thought wickedly. Stimulated by the electric current, Tianhong wanted to pursue that kind of stimulating feeling even more, regardless of whether his thoughts were in accordance with propriety.

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"Sister Wenling, it's always so big! What should I do?" He looked at Wenling innocently, wanting his sister to think of some solutions, otherwise he really wouldn't dare to go out with it standing like this. In reality, Tianhong knew that his sister couldn't really ignore him, and then he could suggest his own solutions, and then he could naturally let his sister use her little hands to serve him.

He had a basic understanding of himself! Tianhong liked the stimulating feeling of the electric current just now, and even as he was speaking, he almost couldn't help but put his hand into his shorts several times and rub his penis hard.

As expected, Wenling asked, just as Tianhong had predicted, "How can I make it smaller? I don't know either!" Wenling genuinely didn't know how to do it; her understanding of men was limited to a few pages of novels. The simple introductions in textbooks were far too basic—so basic that it was impossible to find any information you wanted.

"I don't know either!" Tianhong feigned ignorance, putting on a rather adorable expression. Knowing Wenling's temperament well, Tianhong had truly fallen into a devilish state at this moment, single-mindedly wanting his sister to touch him, completely forgetting that this was his sister, someone he couldn't defile.

"Oh dear! What should we do?" Wenling was also anxious. Her younger brother must be in a lot of pain, and she couldn't let Tianhong continue like this because she loved him so much.

Wenling really remembered, and beads of sweat appeared on her delicate little nose. She loved her brother and didn't want him to suffer even the slightest injury. Especially when she saw her brother's lonely and helpless expression when he first learned that his biological parents were someone else, it brought tears to Wenling's eyes. So, she had always loved and protected Tianhong, always yielding to him.

But now, her brother was so helpless again, and she couldn't do anything effective to comfort him, which made Wenling feel terrible.

Looking at his weak sister, Tianhong felt a pang of pity. It was really not good to treat his sister like this. But immediately, his lower body began to protest. Just now, thinking about how comfortable it would be to use his sister's small hands on his big brother, Tianhong became excited again, and his lower body naturally became even harder. The speed was even more stimulating than when he saw Aunt Qing's cleavage earlier.

White, plump, fun, and fragrant—that was Tianhong's memory of his sister's hands. But just now, Tianhong realized that his sister's hands had more to offer than that. Like now, his little brother was very strong and hard, desperately needing stimulation. His sister's white, plump hands were undoubtedly the best way. Tianhong eagerly wanted to press his sister's hands onto his brother to cool him down.

"Sister Wenling, what should I do? I can't face anyone now, boohoo!" With a pitiful expression, Tianhong pretended to accidentally grab his sister's hand, squeeze it tightly, and even took the opportunity to pinch it a few times. That plump, fleshy feeling was very comfortable, leaving Tianhong speechless, further strengthening his determination to let his sister touch him.

Tianhong looked at Wenling with a bitter face, still holding his sister's little hand and squeezing it incessantly. That expression made Wenling completely ignore her brother's actions.

Quite cleverly, Tianhong pulled his sister's small hand towards his upper body. "Oh!" he almost cried out. Although it was only for a moment, although it was still through his pants, and although it was quickly pulled apart, the comfort made Tianhong tremble. This feeling was even more comfortable than touching himself. Tianhong felt that he couldn't live without his sister's hand; otherwise, where could he find such a comfortable feeling?

Although his hand was quickly removed, Wenling still felt a slight stirring in her brother's groin, as if it were trembling, as if he was very excited. Immediately realizing something, Wenling's pretty face turned bright red again. Just now, she felt a tremor in her brother's groin, a sign of male excitement. What made Wenling blush even more was the heat and hardness of Tianhong's penis, and her heart suddenly raced. That masculine aura made her feel flustered.

She recalled those pages from the novel. The male protagonist's large penis thrust in and out of the girl, making her scream and moan with pleasure. According to the description, that intense friction of organs could give a person an instant, electric shock-like sensation. It was a feeling of excitement that reached the soul, making one feel both physically and mentally satisfied.

She had only inadvertently brushed against her brother's penis, and she had such a reaction. Wenling dared not imagine what it would be like if she actually held it in her hand, or even, as described in the novel, inserted it into her own vagina. What kind of reaction would she have? It was truly amazing.

Her face grew even redder, and her breathing became rapid. This was Wenling's reaction. Comparing her brother's penis to the one in the novel, her own penis also became tingling, as if the intense passion that had just subsided was beginning to overflow again.

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********************************************************************************************************, thinking of her love with her younger brother. Love, it must be as exhilarating as described in books! Oh dear, what am I thinking? Wenling covered her feverish face; she was really letting her thoughts run wild!

But Wenling's eyes remained fixed on Tianhong's erect member. That place was truly magical, yet incredibly attractive to Wenling's gaze. It was a massive, masculine object, radiating a fatal attraction to the opposite sex. Wenling, of course, couldn't avoid it, enduring that... The alluring scent was irresistible, drawing her away for even a moment.

Wenling's hand slowly reached towards Tianhong's still erect member, unconsciously, without even knowing why. Slowly, closer, closer still, until finally, in a fleeting moment, it pressed against Tianhong's manhood.

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A burning sensation, a throbbing, a life-threatening feeling, followed Wenling's fingers, reaching her restless heart, reaching Wenling's already overflowing vulva.

Wenling's little sister flowed even more freely, a result of Tianhong's masculine energy stimulating her. Tianhong's hardness was truly revealed in Wenling's heart at this moment. Wenling's hand finally grasped the tip of Tianhong's erection, the head of Tianhong, and also his most sensitive spot.

"Hiss!" Tianhong trembled again. Even through his pants, he could feel how slippery and fleshy his sister's vulva was, giving him a very stimulating sensation. Tianhong's penis trembled, a sensation brought on by the forbidden. "

Oh, so comfortable! Sister Wenling, is it like this? My little brother can just get smaller!" Tianhong asked Wenling cutely, slowly enticing his sister to touch and grab him.

"I... I don't know!" Wenling blushed, not knowing the answer to the question, but it made her little brother feel very comfortable, so she was willing. The novel said that a woman's mouth or her little sister could make a man feel very comfortable and achieve the legendary sex. But this was a challenge for Wenling. She was always very particular about her hygiene, or to put it strictly, she was a clean freak. So, of course, she couldn't do it with her own fragrant mouth and her delicious lips and tongue. Since she had to

do it herself ... If he won't come out, then she'll use her little hands to make him! Wenling steeled herself and made a decision she never dared to imagine. Unconsciously, Wenling's doting on her younger brother had escalated to her sexual indulgence and satisfaction of him.

Gently, Wenling slid her slender hand over her brother's genitals. Wenling's thoughts were in disarray at this moment; she wasn't quite clear what she was doing. This was an unconscious act. One hand couldn't hold Tianhong's genitals, so she could only try to grip them as tightly as possible. Wenling slowly moved her little hand to make her brother more comfortable.

"Oh! So good!" Tianhong couldn't help but exclaim. You wouldn't know the difference between your left hand and a girl's hand unless you've experienced the caress of a girl's small hands. A man's hands are usually rougher; when you masturbate yourself, it's that rough, stimulating feeling. Girls, on the other hand, are more rounded and delicate; their small hands are tender and lovely. When they help a man masturbate, it's a stimulation from top to bottom. There's really no comparison.

"Ah! So comfortable, Sister Wenling! Ahh! It feels so good!" "Tianhong cried out loudly, expressing how pleasurable, excited, and intensely he felt under his sister's stimulation. His straightforward words revealed that this was truly Tianhong's first time, his first time in this area.

Hearing Tianhong's cries, Wenling's face flushed crimson. It was her doing that made her brother cry out so excitedly. Although she blushed shyly and didn't speak, the happiness in her eyes was still evident. She was very satisfied to make her brother so happy; what did it matter if she suffered a little?

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Wenling immediately realized something, raising her beautiful eyes to look at her brother, her hand momentarily stopping. At this moment, Wenling's hand was still holding the tip of Tianhong's member, a smile as always on her lips, her face flushed, and her eyes filled with doubt. It was another kind of beauty from Wenling, making Tianhong stare blankly, even forgetting his earlier discomfort.

'Silly boy!'" "What are you looking at?" Wenling tapped Tianhong's forehead with her slender, jade-like finger, pulling him out of his daze. Feeling his older sister's hand leave his penis, Tianhong felt a sense of loss, which seemed to make him uncomfortable.

"...But, but your expression wasn't like that just now!" Wenling was puzzled. Just now, she had clearly heard a hint of pain in his voice, and she thought her younger brother didn't really like her touching him like that! But now, his expression was joyful, which really confused Wenling.

"Oh, just now my pants were too hard, it made me uncomfortable. It's not Wenling's hand that's uncomfortable!" He explained playfully to his sister, insisting that he wouldn't let her hand leave him, otherwise his pleasure would be gone.

"Hmm? Is that so?" "Wenling said, glancing at her brother's face with a questioning look. Knowing Tianhong as she did, she knew he would blush when he lied. Wenling didn't see anything on Tianhong's face, so she let it go.

"Well, how about you take your pants down?" Suddenly, she thought, "Isn't that how it is when men and women make love? But I've been stroking my brother through his pants the whole time, it's no wonder he's uncomfortable!" She suggested softly, feeling that she had really changed, become a little more wicked, a little more evil. Actually, only Tianhong had changed; he was pursuing her. Wenling, on the other hand, had been adapting to her brother all along.

"Is it okay, Sister Wenling, really okay?" Tianhong happily grabbed his sister's hand, shaking it with a look of excitement. He had wanted to take his pants down for a long time; keeping them down like this was really reducing his sensation of his sister's small hands and diminishing his own pleasure.

"Hmm!" "She responded softly, her face flushed red. Wenling just kept her head down, staring at her brother's crotch, imagining what it would look like if his pants were pulled down. She didn't dare to look up at her brother's expression.

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." Hehe, okay! He immediately stood up and quickly took off all his clothes. At fourteen, Tianhong was already a strong young man. He hadn't received any formal training, nor was he from a martial arts family. Naturally, he wasn't the kind of tall, muscular giant described in novels and television dramas, whose muscles seemed to burst through their clothes, exuding a terrifying aura—those were martial arts masters.

Tianhong was simply much stronger than his peers, almost like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old. In this family, he didn't have much work; Aunt Qing and Wenling didn't want him to overwork. So, he had plenty of time to do his favorite sports. Tianhong's favorite was race walking.

Since elementary school, Tianhong had learned that his biological parents weren't Aunt Qing and Li Fu. After a period of sadness, Tianhong began waiting at the village entrance for his parents to come. Aunt Qing and Wenling's constant persuasion was to no avail. Time passed quickly, and a whole day went by. As darkness fell, the small village became incredibly quiet, and its proximity to the Black Dragon Temple made it even more frightening. Young Tianhong was naturally afraid, so he could only walk quickly. Over time, Tianhong developed a fast walking style, very similar to race walking. Building on this, Tianhong also practiced other sports in a less targeted way, resulting in his robust physique.

His arms, far exceeding those of a middle school student, were well-defined, with slightly bulging muscles and a gradually forming abdomen, making Tianhong look incredibly powerful and imposing (relatively speaking)!

Watching Tianhong take off all his clothes, Wenling stared in awe at his muscular body. Normally, Wenling hadn't noticed that her younger brother had grown taller than her, no longer the little snot-nosed boy who used to follow her around!

******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************* ... "It looks real. With the pants removed, the real part feels even more robust than when it's hidden." Wenling couldn't help but open her mouth, somewhat amazed by her brother's magnificence. It looked even more magnificent than described in novels! You see, the few pages of novels Wenling had read described foreign characters, who were naturally much stronger than Chinese people, so their large penises were understandable. But her brother's penis was even more magnificent! What

Wenling didn't know was that while those foreign men's penises were indeed very long and large, they seemed to have a drawback: they weren't very hard. Although the length was quite good, reaching the depth of Europeans and Americans, the soft feeling was still... It's not like the Chinese can give women more.

However, Tianhong's greatest advantage is its hardness; naturally, along with hardness comes endurance. These two points are exactly what those empty, wealthy women crave. If they knew Tianhong had such assets, they'd probably be lining up to keep him as a mistress.

Wenling stared at Tianhong, wondering, what exactly is this thing? It can't be described as beautiful; at most, it's cute. A long rod with a very peculiar head, open as if yearning for something. What makes such a thing drive so many women crazy? And what exactly are the various benefits of sex described in novels?

"Hmm? Oh!" Another rapid breathing followed, especially after seeing her younger brother, Wenling's heat intensified. The overwhelming masculine scent fueled her burning need, a feeling of wanting to swallow something whole. Her

saliva flowed even more freely; it was just like in the books, the feeling of a heroine wanting to make love to a man! A heat rose between her legs, along with a deep emptiness—the feeling women fear most. Without a man, without her true presence, they could never truly be happy.

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A urging voice snapped Wenling out of her reverie, drawing her gaze back to Tianhong's manhood, this time focusing on its enormous size.

She grasped Tianhong's penis again, this time with a real, tangible feeling, making her heart pound and her breathing erratic. This time, it was completely erect. ************************** ***************************** ...

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Fast, accurate, ruthless—this is used to describe the martial arts routine of a certain martial arts master in a novel when exchanging blows. The saying "Speed is the only way to break through all martial arts" is indeed true. Just like now, Tianhong ejaculated very quickly, so fast that Wenling, whose small hand was still holding Tianhong's, didn't even have time to let go.

Just like a martial arts master, Tianhong's first thick semen rushed out of his scrotum, which had been preserved for over a decade, at a speed indescribable to the naked eye. Wave after wave, as if trying to release all the fire within him today.

"Ah! No!" "Wenling cried out in alarm as she watched the gushing white liquid, quickly loosening her clenched hands and moving to the side, trying to avoid the torrent that was rushing towards her face.

At the beginning, we didn't mention their seating arrangement. Actually, you can probably guess. This was in Wenling's room, a little girl's room naturally very simply furnished: a bed, a cabinet, a desk, and a few chairs. When Wenling pulled her younger brother in, she had him sit next to her; they sat together in Wenling's small room.

But later, when Wenling had her brother take off his pants, Wenling simply..." She got out of bed and moved a chair to sit in front of her younger brother. Tianhong, meanwhile, stripped naked, placed his hands on his stomach, and positioned himself with his penis facing his sister, making it easier for her to service him.

While Wenling diligently and obediently masturbated Tianhong, he watched his sister work on him, finding her pretty face and soft, white hands moving up and down on his penis incredibly stimulating. Under this stimulation, Tianhong's penis grew even thicker, and his blood rushed faster. Surrounded by this unusual stimulation, Tianhong quickly couldn't hold back the urge to ejaculate. It's important to know that Tianhong was a complete virgin!

***********************************************************************************************************************************************************************Abridged********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Tianhong ejaculated directly at his sister, Wenling's pretty face. The ejaculation was so sudden that Wenling was stunned for half a second before letting out a scream.

"Crash!" In her panic, Wenling overturned the chair she had just been sitting on. But before that, there were two more sounds. One was "Oh, oh, hiss!"—the sound of Tianhong ejaculating—and the other was "Slap! Slap! Ah!" "The sound." The second sound, naturally, was fired right at Wenling's face. The second sound, however, was one Wenling couldn't dodge in time; she could only watch in panic as her pretty face was stained by her brother's penis, and could only let out a pitiful cry!

After ejaculating, Tianhong lay exhausted on his sister's back. He was only focused on his final moment and hadn't noticed that his target was his sister's pretty face. And that thick, long rod, only later showing signs of fatigue, began its shrinking process—very slow, but a visible change.

At this moment, Wenling... She was sitting on the ground. Unable to dodge in time, her younger brother's semen hit her squarely in the face. Now, Wenling's previously flushed face was adorned with a peculiar color: a whitish, yellowish, sticky, slippery substance.

It was distributed unevenly across Wenling's face, neither evenly nor clustered together. Tianhong had aimed very carefully, but Wenling shifted her position at the last moment, resulting in the liquid being unevenly distributed across her chin, cheeks, and forehead, with even a single drop sticking to her hair.

After a moment's hesitation, Wenling finally snapped out of her daze. What had just happened was completely unexpected; she never imagined her brother would ejaculate at that moment. Although she had heard him say he needed to pee at the last second, she hadn't reacted in time, and the white, cloudy fluid had already shot out.

Reaching up to touch her cheek, Wenling wanted to confirm if what she felt at the last moment was real.

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Sister Wenling, I, I, let me help you!" "I'm really sorry this time," Tianhong said, feeling extremely guilty. He had already asked his sister to help him, but in the end, she got his filth on her beautiful face. He was so ungrateful! Tianhong knew that his sister Wenling's biggest flaw was her germaphobia. Asking her to help him masturbate was probably her biggest concession, but he had dirtied her face. It was truly wrong of him!

Seeing Tianhong get down and wipe the filth off her face, her still-erect penis trembled, especially the tip, which still had specks of semen stuck to it from ejaculation. This sight reminded Wenling of when Tianhong had ejaculated, those fierce, whitish streams rushing towards her face, scaring her into retreating repeatedly. "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" Wenling felt utterly humiliated and couldn't bear to look at her brother anymore.

A girl with obsessive-compulsive disorder, sacrificing her own principles to masturbate her brother—what a sacrifice! A little girl with such cleanliness having a man's semen glued to her face, especially on her most prized possession—who could understand the pain of having her last shred of pride shattered? Perhaps only Wenling, who loved Tianhong, could do such a thing! Wenling

frantically wiped her face, not even having time to clean the liquid from her forehead and hair, before rushing out of her room. She couldn't bear to face her brother anymore; he was still throbbing—"Ugh, it's all over my face, and it's so big!"

Wenling headed straight for the bathroom. At this moment, she felt incredibly filthy, just like that girl in the novel—filthy, hopelessly addicted, ultimately becoming a promiscuous woman, scorned by everyone! The thought of the girl's shameful behavior sent shivers down Wenling's spine; she absolutely didn't want to become like that!

But at this moment, she truly felt incredibly filthy! She began to resent her own shamelessness, forgetting that her younger brother was the root cause of the whole mess. Without a trace of resentment towards her brother, Wenling placed all the blame on herself. As for fleeing the scene, that was simply because the young girl was too shy! She had let her brother masturbate her, yet he still ejaculated in her face—she dared not lift her head!

The hall had quieted down considerably. Come on. The lights were off, and no one was to be seen. It seemed that Mr. and Mrs. Li had seen the two children playing in their rooms and had gone back to their own rooms to rest. Mr. Li still needed to go to the supermarket tomorrow, so he couldn't stay up too late.

Wenling was only focused on rushing to the bathroom for a thorough wash, not paying attention to whether the living room was empty or not. She was walking very fast, not even noticing that her parents were already asleep; at this moment, she only thought about her face, which needed a thorough wash!

Meanwhile, Tianhong in Wenling's room was quite surprised when he saw his sister rush out of the room. This wasn't right; his sister was usually very clean, so why would she refuse his help to wipe her down? This wasn't like her at all! Had his sister suddenly changed her personality? What was Tianhong thinking at this moment? Who would have thought that Wenling, the older sister, wasn't being a germaphobe; she just wanted to go to the bathroom to do it herself. Besides, how could Wenling possibly face her younger brother like that!

But she quickly realized that her sister must have gone to the bathroom, and she'd better go check on her. If their parents found what was on her face, it would be hard to explain. Although Tianhong didn't know what he had just ejaculated, he knew that this area, like a girl's private parts, was something that shouldn't be shown to others. He

quickly dressed, not caring whether he was properly dressed, and left the room. The difference was that Tianhong was very cautious when he entered the living room. He didn't know if his parents were still there; if he went out so rashly, it would be hard to explain!

"Huh, why is no one here?" Knowing that his sister had gone to the bathroom, Tianhong wasn't too worried anymore. He could hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom, so it must be his sister. Looking at the somewhat dark living room, Tianhong said with a puzzled expression.

He glanced at Li Fu and Aunt Qing's room, where there seemed to be a faint light, so they probably hadn't gone to sleep yet! Tianhong was relieved; it wouldn't be surprising if they were asleep at this hour.

But immediately, Tianhong frowned again. He vaguely heard a faint, almost inaudible sound, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Maybe they were doing something! Whatever, he should go check on Sister Wenling first!

Chapter 013: Aunt Qing (Part 1)

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He walked quietly to the bathroom door. This time, Tianhong could clearly hear the sound of water inside.

It must be his sister washing her face in there. Listening to the sound of water, Tianhong said softly, "Hmm? Why is there also crying?" Just as Tianhong was hesitating whether to knock on the door, he heard someone sobbing softly inside. Although it was very faint, it was still easy to tell that it wasn't the sound of running water.

"My sister is crying!" This was Tianhong's subconscious thought, and he panicked. Boys are most afraid of girls crying, especially those boys who are popular with girls. Tianhong had rarely heard or seen his sister Wenling cry. Usually, his sister protected and cherished him, and her ever-present smile made Tianhong very unaccustomed to Wenling's crying.

"Bang bang!" "Bang bang!" The knocking on the door interrupted Wenling's soft sobbing inside. "Sister, what's wrong? Open the door! I'll help you!" Tianhong's voice came again.

But there was no response. After waiting for a while, Tianhong became very anxious. His sister Wenling was crying, and he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. She was the girl he liked!

"Knock knock!" The knocking was even louder than before, subtly revealing the anxiety of the person knocking. It broke the silence of the tearful girl inside.

"I...I'm fine! You go back to sleep!" Her voice was weak, but Tianhong could clearly hear a hint of hoarseness. It seemed she had truly cried, and quite intensely. Tianhong couldn't help but wonder, "Did I upset her? But I don't think I did anything wrong!

" "Oh dear! I must have gotten that dirty stuff on her face!" "Tianhong suddenly remembered that just now, he seemed to have sprayed all the stuff that flowed from his penis onto his sister's face. It wasn't clean stuff, and in Tianhong's eyes, the liquid flowing from something hidden in a dark corner must also be unclean.

This is bad! His sister loves cleanliness the most, and he had sprayed his dirty stuff onto his sister's most beautiful face, so his sister must be angry about it! Tianhong loves his sister and doesn't want her to be angry."

"Sister, I was wrong! Please forgive me, it was just an accident, I'll definitely be more careful next time!" Tianhong, who was standing outside the door, didn't leave. Realizing he had upset his sister, Tianhong immediately apologized outside the door, hoping to get Wenling's forgiveness.

"Hmph, you wish! There won't be a next time!" Hearing her younger brother's apology, Wenling felt a sweet warmth in her heart. This boy was quite thoughtful; it wasn't for nothing that she liked him so much. Wenling was overjoyed; this brother was worth the sacrifice she made for him.

But then came his outrageous comment. What did he mean by "next time"? Did he expect her to do the same for him again? He was so immature, even his words were thoughtless. Wenling couldn't help but laugh at her brother's antics.

Pouting, Wenling spoke sweetly, like a little girl haggling over a price on the street.

When Wenling arrived at the bathroom, she was initially panicked and confused. This incident had seriously crossed Wenling's final line. She had a strict case of mysophobia. She always had a strong aversion to anything dirty. Her brother's penis wasn't exactly clean to begin with, yet she still helped him ejaculate because of her love.

But, but, what was most hateful was the thick, sticky fluid her brother ejaculated at the end. It all smeared her pretty face. Wenling was very conscious of her face; whenever she walked down the street, strange men would linger on her face for a while, a sign of her beauty. But now, it was covered in her brother's filth. How could Wenling not panic? How could she not be angry?

She ran to the bathroom and quickly washed her face, her hair, and anything else that might have been contaminated with that stuff. In the west. Wenling was preparing to undress completely and take another shower; she wouldn't allow her to be stained even with a speck of dirt.

However, when she pulled down her panties, Wenling became angry again. Unexpectedly, her panties were already soaked. This was a reaction she had while masturbating her brother, followed by a surge of heat. Especially during her brother's final moments, watching him continuously ejaculate white fluid, and frantically trying to dodge to the side, her little sister reacted strangely. The reaction became even more intense; she had reached her climax like a heroine in a novel!

How ironic! She had been dodging her brother's... her most beloved... Seeing her own cleanliness, she realized she was masturbating her younger brother, yet she had accidentally hit herself at that moment. Was she really that kind of slutty girl? Was she really so shameless?

Helpless, Wenling sat blankly on the bathroom floor, hating her own body and sobbing sadly. No one wants to be a slutty woman, a promiscuous woman. Wenling, who was new to herself, especially didn't want to. She wanted to control her desires, not want to feel that wet feeling every time she saw her brother's genitals. That feeling would make Wenling lose herself, become another, filthy Wenling, but that wasn't herself! Wenling was scared, she hated herself! She

angrily wanted to hit herself, but then she touched her own genitals. "Hmm!" Another wave of emotion washed over her. Unconsciously, Wenling's true intention was anger, not her own. But what could she do? Why was her reaction so strong? Was she really such a promiscuous girl? Wenling didn't want to be like that. She could only cry helplessly, heartbroken.

Hearing the knocking at the door, Wenling knew it was her younger brother. But how could she open the door when she was afraid to face him? Besides, she wasn't wearing any clothes at this moment!

Gradually, Wenling calmed down. As long as she didn't deliberately think about those wicked things, her heartbeat remained calm. And what caused her strongest reaction was her brother's penis. As long as she saw it less often in the future, it should be fine, right? Thinking this, Tianhong outside said again,

"Hehe! As long as sister isn't angry, that's good!" "Tianhong scratched his head awkwardly and said, 'As long as my sister isn't angry anymore, everything is negotiable. As for whether my sister will still masturbate me in the future, Tianhong is quite clever about that. My sister loves me so much, how could she bear to see me suffer?

' 'Okay, then you go wash up, sister! Remember to find some small jobs together tomorrow!'" Tianhong could hear the playful tone in his sister's voice, which meant she was feeling better and no longer angry with him.

Tianhong's mood improved as well, and he cheerfully remarked, reminding his sister to remember what they had discussed that afternoon. Tianhong knew his sister loved taking baths when she was in a good mood; who knew if she'd take dozens of baths, or tomorrow's plans would be ruined!

Each family member had their own room. His sister Wenling's was on the far left, the one where all the funny things had happened. The middle room was Tianhong's, and the larger bedroom on the right was for Aunt Qing and Li Fu. This was Aunt Qing's arrangement; placing Tianhong in the middle showed how much she valued her son. Also, Tianhong was quite mischievous as a child, so this arrangement made it easier for her to take care of him. Xiao Tianhong.

Putting down the small bag he had just been carrying, Tianhong walked blissfully towards his room, feeling refreshed both physically and mentally! The closer he got to his room, the louder the plaintive sound became. It wasn't loud, but it was unmistakably present. Wasn't that the sound he had heard when he came out earlier? Tianhong suddenly remembered some strange sounds he had ignored while rushing to see his sister!

It sounded exactly like a kitten's, a low, mournful cry, as if it were enduring something. It also sounded like a happy murmur, the joy clearly audible.

Chapter 014: Aunt Qing (Part Two)

Tianhong looked at his room; the door was locked. He had just left his sister's room, so it couldn't be here. Therefore, it could only be… Tianhong looked at Aunt Qing and Li Fu's bedroom, his face full of confusion. Inside… What happened?

Just moments ago, Li Fu and Aunt Qing were sitting in the hall, embracing for a while, when they felt the hall grow quiet. Yes, the two children were inside, doing something meaningful, and naturally, they wouldn't be disturbed here!

Li Fu looked at his wife and smiled happily. His life had been quite ordinary; the change began when Aunt Qing married him. His life had truly changed after having this woman. Actually, meeting Aunt Qing was accidental. At that time, his family was very poor and couldn't afford to send him to school, but the taciturn man had no other choice. He was only close to the village head, so he went to his house to borrow money.

It was at the village head's house that he met Aunt Qing. At that time, Aunt Qing wasn't called Aunt Qing; her real name was Wen. Qing, the eldest daughter of the Wen family, was in high school at the time! Naturally, she wouldn't be attending school in a small place like Changyang. The Wen family was a wealthy family with considerable influence in the capital. However, the wealthier the family, the more feudal they tended to be, and they were particularly fond of arranging their children's marriages.

The Wen and Fang families had a long tradition of intermarriage, and the current head of the Wen family, Wen Xin, had married two wives from the Fang family. Therefore, to strengthen the relationship between the two families, the Wen family also considered marrying their daughter to Fang Hao, the eldest son of the Fang family.

However, their daughter was quite rebellious, something Wen Zikun and his wife, Li Ruoxin, hadn't anticipated. But the engagement ceremony was already set and couldn't be changed. They could only rush their daughter into marriage. Who could have imagined that Wen Qing would run away from home at the last minute? Yes, that's exactly what she did.

On the day of her engagement, Wen Qing packed her simple belongings and left her home for this small village. Initially, she stayed at the village chief's house. The village chief's family were relatives, but they didn't have a good impression of the other family. Hearing about Wen Qing's situation, they naturally helped cover it up, preventing the Wen family from coming to find her.

At that time, Li Fu was also a frequent visitor to the village chief's house, and the two young people became acquainted. With the village chief's help in matchmaking, the two young people, who already had a slight affection for each other, got married in the village. At that time, many people in the village still pursued Wen Qing, but Li Fu always stood by her side, protecting her until they finally got married.

A woman's opinion of a man, besides the first impression, is based on his persistence. If he consistently loves her, then there's a sense of security, and she can entrust her life to him. Wenqing and Li Fu's relationship deepened and grew stronger with each passing day, eventually leading to a lifelong commitment.

After marriage, Wenqing became even more voluptuous and alluring, attracting the attention of the village's young lechers. However, she remained unmoved by those around her, content to be a full-time housewife, and even changed her name to Qingyi. Soon after, she gave birth to Wenling.

After childbirth, Qingyi became even more voluptuous, completely losing the youthful innocence she had when she first arrived in the village; she possessed a different kind of beauty. Unbeknownst to many, at this time, countless men drooled over her increasingly plump figure, and countless children were lost in bed with her.

Li Fu, after marriage, was constantly busy with his career and supporting the family, which naturally required a great deal of time and energy. Gradually... Li Fu's career also began to take off—no, it couldn't be called a career, but rather that his ability to support his family had greatly improved.

The village supermarket, opened with the village chief's financial support, was thriving. The whole family began to prosper, and life naturally became more enjoyable. The advantage was that both children had a good education and a secure life, and Aunt Qing was happy to stay home and relax. The disadvantage, of course, was that Li Fu became even busier, and the time he spent with his wife and family became even scarcer.

A thirty-year-old woman possesses a fully mature body, a slender figure, and a shrewd mind; most strikingly, she exudes a mature woman's aura that can extinguish the last vestiges of one's intelligence. Even Tianhong, the child who grew up in this family, couldn't help but steal glances at Aunt Qing, let alone the others in the village.

Yet Li Fu was able to resist such temptations—what great self-control that took! After marriage, the two still had to fulfill the duties of husband and wife, the nuances of which were naturally best left unsaid.

Today, the two were unusually able to sit together in relative leisure. Another moment had passed! With two obedient children, they were naturally happy to have plenty of time to deal with the pent-up energy and desires of the woman.

The two in the living room, glancing at the empty seat beside them, immediately exchanged a knowing smile. Li Fu understood the spark in his wife's eyes—a yearning for his strength. Li Fu, shedding his naive demeanor, directly expressed his needs to his woman.

To be honest, Li Fu was still somewhat afraid of Aunt Qing now, especially in bed. Especially after giving birth, Aunt Qing had become looser, and he couldn't find the same urgency and intense stimulation he had in the early days of their marriage. Furthermore, the looser Aunt Qing was much harder to satisfy. Yes, without stimulation, the woman also lost passion. Several times, Li Fu had barely managed to satisfy Aunt Qing; otherwise, he would have been too ashamed to face his woman.

To be honest, Li Fu's endowment was quite substantial; otherwise, their sex life wouldn't have been so blissful for a long time after their marriage. However, such length and hardness were slightly insufficient for Aunt Qing after she had given birth. Especially now, Aunt Qing needed an even larger member to be fully satisfied.

Fortunately, Aunt Qing understood her husband and had always suppressed her needs. But today was a rare opportunity; both of them were in the mood, and naturally, things progressed smoothly.

Sitting on the sofa, Aunt Qing struggled to get up from her husband's arms, looking at him with affection in her eyes, her hands slightly outstretched, clearly indicating her desire. "My lord, take me to bed!"

A pair of strong arms naturally embraced Aunt Qing's delicate body and headed towards their bedroom. This was a godsend; the two children had gone to Wenling's room to play, so the two of them could finally do what they wanted.

Li Fu had also been holding back for a long time, not wanting to test his prowess, and this was the perfect opportunity to enjoy a long and fulfilling lovemaking session. Thinking this, Li Fu's lower body began to react naturally. He quickened his pace, his penis already beginning to resist!

Gently placing Aunt Qing on the ground, Li Fu began his journey of pleasuring her. Peeling back Aunt Qing's simple clothes, her round, firm breasts were revealed, most notably her two erect nipples. Before he could even appreciate Aunt Qing's beauty, Li Fu let out a low growl and pressed himself onto her delicate body. Softly moaning, Aunt Qing loved this man who loved her body to the core, obediently cooperating with his movements. She hooked one of her jade-like arms around his neck, pressing him between her legs.

Soon, several pieces of men's and women's clothing appeared on the ground, and the two began their actual act. Oh! Ah! ****************************************************************************************************************************** (omitted here) Unbeknownst to the two, a pair of eyes outside the door had witnessed almost the entire final act. This was, of course, Tian Hong. Just as Tianhong left his sister's room, he vaguely heard a sound, like a woman's low voice. Hu Yuan, eager to get to his sister's, naturally ignored it, but upon returning, he heard the sound again. Naturally, Tianhong wanted to see where it was coming from!

He stared for over ten minutes, panting heavily, his lower body throbbing with desire.

Chapter 015: Eyes Behind the Door

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Li Fu pounced on her impatiently, his clothes being roughly torn off amidst his heavy breathing and intense friction.

Anyone seeing that beautiful, white, and smooth female body would be eager, like a hungry wolf seeing prey, pouncing on its target to enjoy the ultimate pleasure.

However, while Li Fu was enjoying himself, he forgot whether he had properly closed the door. At this moment, Aunt Qing was already lost in passion and naturally wouldn't understand how her husband had handled the matter of sealing the door. Li Fu, eager to consummate their marriage, seemed to have forgotten that he had only casually closed the door when he entered, leaving a gap that satisfied certain curious eyes.

At the time, Aunt Qing and Li Fu were engaged in their amusing act. Tian Hong looked at his sister pleadingly, wanting her to help him reduce his proudly erect member. And just as Aunt Qing and Li Fu were getting down to business, Tian Hong ejaculated onto Wen Ling's pretty face.

But just as the passion was about to begin, Tianhong arrived at the room door. Wait, why isn't the door closed properly? Curious, Tianhong peered inside and saw his nominal father using all his skills on his mother, Aunt Qing! He

almost cried out, quickly covering his mouth. Disturbing the people inside wouldn't be good, and he'd miss what he loved! Tianhong finally understood why the two of them sometimes stayed in the room mysteriously for ages before coming out. Aunt Qing looked beautiful, while Li Fu didn't come out, only his heavy snoring telling the children, "I'm tired!" Tianhong's

eyes were immediately drawn to it. He saw something very similar to what he'd just seen, moving in and out of Aunt Qing's body, bringing out some unknown liquid. At the same time, the friction of that part was accompanied by a squelching sound, quite pleasant to hear.

When Tianhong saw Li Fu's thing, which resembled his own, entering and exiting, he panicked again! It was a woman's little sister, so small and cute. How could such a large thing be going in and out? Wouldn't that hurt?

Aunt Qing and Li Fu changed positions. Aunt Qing lay on her side, and Li Fu naturally followed suit, making Aunt Qing's little sister clearly visible, allowing Tianhong to clearly see Li Fu's entry and exit.

Aunt Qing's little sister was very clean, as if it had never grown any hair, like a piece of white jade. At this moment, this beautiful vulva was being stretched open by a strong rod, revealing the tender flesh inside. There was also a clear liquid, a kind of lewd aura, which instantly aroused even Tianhong, who was standing at the door.

The little sister's mouth seemed to be stretched very hard, turning red. This made Tianhong worry. What if it broke? Wouldn't that hurt Aunt Qing a lot? Tianhong, filled with worry, was about to cry out again, but was stopped by the voice inside. "Mmm, honey, so good! I want more! Ah!" "Without a doubt, it was Aunt Qing who called out.

At this moment, Aunt Qing happened to turn her face from the side, wanting to be served by her man, and her expression happened to come into Tian Hong's view. Although it was complicated, the happiness and joy were so obvious that even Tian Hong, an outsider, could see it clearly. He immediately dismissed the reminder to his current father to be careful not to hurt Aunt Qing's little sister, and continued to watch.

This was really a fun game! After watching for a while, Tian Hong liked this game. It was very comfortable for women, which could be seen from Aunt Qing's soft moans and rich expressions. It could also help men shrink their big and ugly thing; he understood the principle of grinding an iron rod into a needle.

And after a while, the two people in the room were also close to the final moment. Li Fu's thrusting movements became more intense, and his fat..." He thrust wildly, his breathing becoming heavier, accompanied by gasps and trembling sounds. He was nearing his limit. Had he not spent so much time on foreplay, he probably would have already ejaculated.

After giving birth, Aunt Qing was becoming increasingly difficult to satisfy. Li Fu, having experienced it firsthand, constantly complained that he was at his limit, yet Aunt Qing still wore an expression of enjoyment, her lingering desire obvious to everyone. The urge to ejaculate grew stronger, and Li Fu was close to the final moment. But looking at his woman's expression, he couldn't bear it and forcibly suppressed his stimulation.

He couldn't disappoint his woman. Having been educated, he knew there was nothing wrong with pursuing sex, especially between husband and wife! He understood his wife's sexual desire; they were both in their thirties, it was perfectly normal!

"Ah, wife, I'm coming!" "The final moment has finally arrived. Li Fu, who has been holding back all this time, recently sent his wife to her final moments. This is yet another great and cruel test. Li Fu doesn't know if he can endure it again.

" Ah, husband, wait for me, I'm coming too! "Aunt Qing also reached the final peak of her dreams, and in an instant, pleasure spread throughout their bodies and minds. The meaning of lovemaking is not just about procreation, but also about exhausting both lovers, yet experiencing ultimate pleasure.

After watching such a performance, anyone who can't get an erection is not a man. Back when Aunt Qing and Li Fu first changed positions, Tian Hong saw Aunt Qing's drooling little sister, that indescribable decadent aura directly stimulated Tian Hong, and shortly after ejaculating, he was erect again, pressing against the newly changed jeans, which was very uncomfortable. His penis, which had just been brought to rest by his sister, was once again showing its prowess, eager to come out again! This is a man's instinct, this is a man's instinct after witnessing a sexual act!

In addition, the people performing this sexual act are his current father and mother, which is another taboo factor." The stimulation further fueled Tianhong's blood. From the moment he understood the difference between men and women, Tianhong had been infatuated with his Aunt Qing, completely and utterly captivated by her.

The room had quieted down; the two were embracing, both satisfied in body and mind, a lingering hint of desire still present in their eyes. Their slightly hurried yet gradually decreasing breathing indicated they were both too exhausted to even lift a finger!

They were satisfied, but Tianhong outside was burning with desire. Looking at Aunt Qing's delicate body, Tianhong felt his penis grow even thicker; his throbbing member was causing him great discomfort, an urgent need to ejaculate, but where could he find the skillful hands of his sister? Ah, well

, he'd have to take care of it himself. Tianhong slipped his hand inside his pants, slowly rubbing his penis. Although it wasn't as pleasurable as his sister's, it offered some solace. Peeking through the crack at the scenery inside, Tianhong felt even more aroused.

*Pat-pat!* That was the sound of slippers hitting the floor. It came from afar, yet reached Tianhong's ears clearly. Those were Wenling's slippers; Tianhong had mentioned them when he bought them.

Ah! It's my sister coming out! Tianhong knew his sister had just finished washing herself and was now clean, so he was no longer worried and planned to go back to sleep. However, he was drawn back by the sounds from Aunt Qing's room, and watched for over twenty minutes. The more he watched, the more excited Tianhong became, but he never expected his sister to come out.

His passion instantly cooled, and he quickly pulled his hand out of his pants, squeezed his legs together, and ran to his room. Lying in his room, his penis, covered by a sheet, wasn't completely shrunk. Only then did Tianhong feel a wave of exhaustion. Today he had achieved his first time, and just now he got hard again. No wonder he was exhausted, being a virgin! He

quickly fell asleep; tomorrow he had a new life ahead of him!

Chapter 016: Finding a Job

When Tianhong opened his eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.

Tianhong was truly exhausted last night. After thinking that he couldn't let his sister find out he was peeping at his parents having sex, he ran straight back to his room, quickly covered his head with a sheet, and fell asleep.

Tianhong slept soundly with his jeans on, and in his dream, naturally, there was another intense lovemaking session. However, this time, it wasn't his sister Wenling helping him with her hands; the female lead had changed to Aunt Qing, who had been there before. Since he couldn't actually do that with the woman he loved in reality, what did it matter in his dreams!

Without a shred of guilt, Tianhong gave his second time, without reservation, to the Qingyi he had envisioned. In his dream, Tianhong served Qingyi in different positions, just like Li Fu, enjoying himself. Another round of passion, another round of exertion. But strangely, in his dream, he didn't reach the climax with Qingyi like Li Fu did; instead, he served her twice.

He served her both times until the very end before ejaculating, until Qingyi lay limply in his arms, so soft and tender, like his little wife, gently stroking his strong back, while he rubbed against her breasts and soft back. It was such happiness and bliss.

"Sister…Sister…!" "Tianhong drew out his voice. Still half asleep, Tianhong felt a breeze pass by, then a blinding ray of light shone in, making his still dry eyes very uncomfortable. Tianhong complained, but there was nothing he could do; it was his older sister.

Almost every morning it was the same way of getting him up, and Tianhong was getting tired of it, but his sister Wenling never stopped. Her signature move was to unscrew her blanket or whatever was covering her, then lean close to his ear and yell loudly, 'Get...up...now...!' The decibels were incredibly high, unlike the quiet, well-behaved senior in her third year of junior high at times. The obedient girl in front of the teachers was a completely different person at home! She doted on her little brother Tianhong, yet was also very mischievous, playing pranks on him in the mornings.

'Hey, hey, sister, stop pulling! I know, I'm getting up!'" "Tianhong said with a very bitter face, but the soft little hands that had comforted him last night had already touched his ears, and then, with a pull and a tug, they were showing off the flexibility of his ears. Fortunately, Tianhong was used to being 'admonished' by his older sister, otherwise he would have gone crazy again!

'Sister, have mercy! Sister, have mercy! Fairy sister, please have mercy on me!' Tianhong could only beg for mercy, hoping to make his sister laugh so she would let him go.

'Hmph, how dare you be impatient! Hmph, I'll teach you a lesson!'" This time, Wenling ignored her brother's pleas for mercy and actually crawled on top of him, determined to grab Tianhong's other ear. It seemed she had to teach Tianhong a lesson!

Tianhong knew his sister wouldn't give up until she got what she wanted, so he simply stopped resisting and let her grab him. Her little hands couldn't really hurt Tianhong much; he was just a little unwilling!

Wenling seemed to have forgotten what happened last night, and as usual, she was being affectionate and playful with her brother in the morning. However, she didn't realize that she wasn't wearing much on this summer morning. Her light pajamas couldn't properly cover her increasingly mature body, and her delicate skin was already showing through the gaps in the buttons. The girl hadn't used a bra to cover her delicate skin during the night, so in the morning, it was a treat for her brother's already aware eyes.

Her fair legs, with their bluish veins showing, further highlighted their whiteness. The loose pajamas couldn't cover the girl's... All of it. The area above the knees was even more powerful for Tianhong. After seeing Aunt Qing's private parts last night, Tianhong became even more curious about the bodies of men and women. Aunt Qing's was very clean and beautiful, so what about her daughter, Sister Wenling's? Tianhong couldn't help but wonder, how wonderful it would be to put these two women he deeply loved together and love them!

Tianhong's eyes couldn't leave his sister's exposed body. Staring at it, thinking about his sister's delicate hands last night, thinking about that beautiful face last night, Tianhong's thing, which had already fired twice in a short time, was starting to stir again, and he stood up and stared at his sister's naked white skin. His breathing became heavy, his body stiffened, and he dared not move anymore!

His sister's body had a different kind of sunny charm than Aunt Qing's. Aunt Qing was a mature woman, while his sister was youthful and beautiful! These were two kinds of beauty, but both made Tianhong very aroused and breathless.

"Hey! Little brother, what are you hiding in your pants!" "The young, strong man was very proudly exerting himself. Wenling naturally sensed his obvious presence and immediately cried out, even reaching her little hand inside. Tianhong didn't have time to stop him."

"Oh, you're so naughty!" Wenling jumped up as if pricked by a needle, her face flushed. Her little hand reached inside, and Wenling clearly felt the strong thing—it was the very thing she had used for so long yesterday! She immediately remembered how she had served her younger brother yesterday, and how she had come to wake him up this morning as if nothing had happened. How shameless!

Why was that hot thing erect again? Wenling immediately realized that she had worn the pajamas she had changed into last night, making her very exposed! And that wet feeling couldn't be urine, so her brother had been... again last night!

Blushing, Wenling got out of bed, not daring to look at her brother. Remembering the purpose of her visit, she could only walk towards the door with her head down, saying, "Get up quickly, aren't you going to the village chief's house?" "At this moment, the person had already walked out of Tianhong's room.

Only Tianhong, blushing again, remained there, realizing that he had reacted again, and again in front of his sister, and embarrassingly, his sister had discovered it again."

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