Dragon tattoo (651-700)

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Chapter 651: Liu Jiali and Zhang Xiaohui "Auntie, your asshole is so lewd, it feels so good on my cock." "Ah...you naughty Long'er, what...what did you say? I'm so ashamed...um..." Wenlong's obscene words turned the humiliation in Aunt Liu Jiali's heart into a catalyst for lust. Wenlong's cock kept rubbing against her rectum. This pleasure was transmitted to her vagina, causing her to wet herself, dripping onto the leather office chair. That damned rope often rolled back to its original state due to the intense movement, making it impossible for Liu Jiali to fully immerse herself in the sex. So she lifted her left leg and quickly pulled it out of her panties, the pink thong tangled messily around her right thigh. A brief pause allowed Wenlong to pull her up, his hands gripping her waist. He noticed her clothes weren't the same fabric as today's, so he asked, "Auntie, did you change?" "No, Long'er, don't ask. I've already had sex with my back hole, but not my front." Wenlong, still holding his aunt Liu Jiali's waist, guided his penis into her overflowing vagina. As he thrust, his hands groped her body, growing increasingly curious. He unbuttoned her shirt, asking, "Auntie, you weren't wearing this today, were you?" He then expertly undid the pink lace front clasp, his rough hands kneading her full breasts. "Hmm... Long'er, why don't you see for yourself?" So, Wenlong pulled down the stockings covering his eyes, opening them to a blood-soaked scene: a woman in a black suit skirt was leaning against a desk, her head held high, revealing a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses. Her brown hair was styled in a neat updo, her black pencil skirt was pulled up to her waist, her long legs were clad in sheer, open-crotch stockings, and a pink thong was rolled up on her right thigh. She wore black stiletto heels. A woman in a white dress lay on the desk, her dress wide open, revealing a black lace bra that had been unhooked. Her full breasts rose and fell with her breath, her long, beautiful legs were clad in black open-crotch stockings, and her black thong had been pulled down to her left ankle. She wore a pair of milky-white stiletto heels. Because Wenlong hadn't opened his eyes for a while, and in the dim light, he initially thought he was having sex with Zhang Xiaohui. "Aunt Zhang, is that you? Ah, Auntie." Wenlong thought the person lying on the desk was his aunt Liu Jiali. In his excitement, he used too much force, feeling like his glans was about to pry open her cervix. "Ah... Long'er, don't be so rough all of a sudden." Aunt Liu Jiali turned her head and scolded him coquettishly. When Wenlong saw that Aunt Liu Jiali was dressed like Zhang Xiaohui, he immediately understood what was going on. "Auntie, you slut... I always thought you were so dignified, but you're more wanton than anyone else. Today I'm going to fuck you to death." "Ah... Long'er... Ah... Ah... I didn't... I was forced by you... I have a husband, I'm your uncle's wife..." "Is that so? Not only will I force you, today I'm going to shoot my sperm into your uterus so you can go back and show it to your uncle. Ah... So tight." "No... Ah... Ah... Long'er... I don't want... Don't shoot into my uterus... Ah... Ah..." The lewd conversation with Wenlong made him increase the force, thrusting into Auntie Liu Jiali until her legs went weak, her nose almost touching Zhang Xiaohui's vulva. "What a pair of big breasts! Does your uncle rarely touch them? Let me help you." "I... your uncle rarely touches them... oh... but they belong to your uncle... Long'er, no... don't touch them... ah..." Looking at Zhang Xiaohui's messy pubic hair and the semen still on the opening, the lewd atmosphere prompted Aunt Liu Jiali to involuntarily lick the fluid with her tongue. "Ugh... Jiali... don't lick... um... dirty..." Zhang Xiaohui moaned. Aunt Liu Jiali completely ignored Zhang Xiaohui's pleas, cleaning Zhang Xiaohui's vulva again and again with her tongue, swallowing the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid in her mouth, as if it were the sweet spring to replenish her desire. Zhang Xiaohui was too weak to care about Liu Jiali's violation of her. "You slutty aunt, I'm going to cum, cum inside your uterus, I'm going to get you pregnant." "No... Long'er... um... no... ah..." After a frenzied series of thrusts, Wenlong's penis pressed firmly against his aunt Liu Jiali's honey pot, the large glans prying open her cervix and beginning to ejaculate, streams of semen spraying out and hitting her uterine walls. Her vaginal opening burst open, and vaginal fluid mixed with a little semen flowed from the inside of her two silk-stockinged legs, down into her high heels, and dripped onto the floor. Wenlong didn't pull out his penis, but held his aunt Liu Jiali and sat her in the office chair behind him. His aunt, exhausted from the long sex session, fell asleep. At this moment, his phone received a text message. It was from Weng Lihong, telling him to go to the Shangri-La Hotel; she had something to discuss with him. "Aunt, aunt, wake up, I have to leave." After some time, Wenlong woke up his aunt Liu Jiali. Her hazy eyes slowly opened, and Zhang Xiaohui, her face flushed, stood beside her, her clothes already tidied. She and Wenlong remained in the same position, and she felt Wenlong's penis harden again, still inside her vagina. She glanced at the clock on the desk; it was already 4:30 PM. The afternoon had passed without her noticing. "Hmm..." Aunt Liu Jiali stood up, supporting herself on the armrests of her office chair. The stimulation of her vagina as Wenlong's penis withdrew made her groan involuntarily. Liu Jiali turned to look at Wenlong, smiled seductively, and asked him, "I wonder if Long'er is satisfied?"
"My dear aunt, I'm so satisfied, I love you to death." After saying that, Wenlong stood up and opened his arms to hug his aunt. "Go, I still need to change clothes with Xiaohui." Then he gestured for Zhang Xiaohui to take off her clothes. While Zhang Xiaohui was taking off her clothes, Wenlong took advantage of the time to push his aunt Liu Jiali down on the desk and inserted his penis into her anus. Seeing that Zhang Xiaohui had taken off her clothes, Liu Jiali, enduring the pleasure, pushed Wenlong away, quickly took off her own clothes and handed them to Zhang Xiaohui, then took her original clothes and went inside. A little while later, Liu Jiali came out dressed and heard Zhang Xiaohui moaning. She saw Wenlong thrusting into Zhang Xiaohui from behind, not knowing which hole he was inserting into. Her pink panties were on the desk, and it was unclear whether she had been wearing them. Aunt Liu Jiali walked over angrily, intending to stop Wenlong, but before she could even speak, Wenlong grabbed her, kissed her lips, and continued to thrust his penis into Zhang Xiaohui. A moment later, Zhang Xiaohui let out several "Ahhh..." cries, reaching another climax. Her body went limp as Wenlong's penis was withdrawn, and she sat slumped on the floor. Having just pulled his penis from Zhang Xiaohui, Wenlong turned his aunt Liu Jiali around, pressing her back down so she had to lean against the desk. Then, he lifted her skirt, removed the thin strap of her thong, and inserted it into her anus. Less than a minute later, Wenlong ejaculated into his aunt's rectum again, collapsing onto her back. His aunt Liu Jiali, enduring the half-finished pleasure, didn't bother to scold him. She gently told him to get up and tidy himself up. Wenlong hugged her tightly, kissed her cheek, withdrew his penis, stood up, and straightened his clothes, looking at Wenlong's wet penis. His aunt Liu Jiali turned around and squatted in front of his penis, gently using her mouth to stimulate it. Then, she casually picked up Zhang Xiaohui's thong from the desk and wiped the wetness around her crotch. Zhang Xiaohui had also regained consciousness and stood beside Wenlong, helping him straighten his clothes. Before leaving, Liu Jiali returned the thong to Zhang Xiaohui, who bowed her head to take it and put the underwear back on. Wenlong kissed his aunt Liu Jiali and Zhang Xiaohui goodbye, then drove his SUV out of the garage again, onto the bustling streets. It was already dusk, and the streetlights, car lights, and building lights illuminated the faces of hurried pedestrians, their faces bearing the weariness of a hard day's work and the longing and anticipation of returning home. The lights of the buildings came on, looking like twinkling stars in the night sky. Behind each lit star, there must be a husband or wife waiting for their loved one to come home. His aunt Bai Shuzhen had already arrived home and called to ask where he was. He only said he was eating out. She told him to come home early, and he quietly agreed. After hanging up, he accelerated to the limit and quickly arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel. He gave the receptionist his name, Weng Lihong. The receptionist immediately became respectful, spoke a few words on the phone, and then politely guided him into the elevator. She swiped a magnetic card, and the elevator went directly to the 59th floor. The receptionist led him to a private room at the far end of the floor and then bowed and withdrew. He rang the doorbell, and the door opened quickly. Weng Lihong, wearing a white bathrobe and with her long blonde hair flowing freely, pulled him inside with a look of delight. This room was the largest deluxe suite in the Shangri-La, over 100 square meters in size, decorated with extreme luxury and a modern, sophisticated style. Weng Lihong led him into a large living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the dazzling cityscape at night. A sumptuous meal was laid out on the black solid wood dining table, a bottle of champagne remained unopened, and the white porcelain tableware was unused. "Haven't you had dinner yet?" Wenlong asked, looking at the room's furnishings. "Yes, I haven't had much of an appetite since noon. Why don't you eat something with me?" Weng Lihong smoothed her long hair, a fresh scent of her bath wafting over. She pulled out a chair for him, and Wenlong didn't refuse, sitting down opposite her. Weng Lihong opened a bottle of champagne, and they began to eat together. Although in a suite, the dinner was authentic Western cuisine. The medium-rare steak was perfectly cooked, the foie gras was smooth and melt-in-your-mouth, and the smoked salmon was sweet and delicious. The champagne was even more exquisite. (Chapter 652: Weng Lihong) They chatted as they ate. With the outgoing and carefree Weng Lihong, Wenlong felt no pressure and could talk freely without restraint. Before he knew it, he had drunk several glasses of champagne. He felt a surge of heat throughout his body, and Weng Lihong's eyes became somewhat hazy. "You didn't come here for me, did you?" Weng Lihong's large eyes narrowed into slits as she looked at Wenlong thoughtfully. "How did you know?" Wenlong didn't want to deny it and asked back. "Your eyes, your eyes," Weng Lihong said calmly. "What's wrong with my eyes?" Wenlong replied casually, focused on the food on his plate. "Your eyes in Ren'an were full of confidence, brimming with a desire to conquer, somewhat arrogant but not off-putting; now, they're tired, lost, restless, and filled with a sense of defeat." Weng Lihong gently swirled the wine in her glass, watching the shape of the pale golden liquid. "This isn't like you, it's more like the Long'er master I know." Weng Lihong brought the glass to her lips, took a sip, and then said, "If I had met you as you are now, I don't think I would have fallen in love with you." Wenlong didn't answer, but simply picked up the half-empty glass of champagne on the table and drank it all in one gulp. "What happened that made you suddenly change like this? Where did my Long'er master go?" Weng Lihong frowned; he could see the concern on her face. "A woman? I can tell, it's because of a woman." She gestured with a slender finger. "Yan'er? No." Weng Lihong asked tentatively, then quickly dismissed it. "It's definitely not Yan'er. Although she's a few years older than you, her mental age is younger. She doesn't yet have the capacity to hurt others, especially a boy like you who's different from everyone else." Wenlong remained silent. Weng Lihong's guess might not be entirely accurate, but it wasn't far from the truth. "What does age have to do with this?" Wenlong countered. "It has a lot to do with it. Youth is capital, youth is charm. We can squander it, love, hate, and do whatever we want." Weng Lihong put down her wine glass, took a slender cigarette from the pack on the table, lit it, and took a puff. "But when you're no longer young, the more you understand, the harder it is to love. You become insecure, suspicious, jealous, and lack confidence. All of this makes love complicated." Weng Lihong made a circle with her red lips, and a wisp of white smoke escaped from her mouth. "What would you do?" Wenlong couldn't help but put down his knife and fork and ask. "Me? You've asked the wrong person. I'm a failure story, how could I possibly offer you any successful advice?"
Weng Lihong shrugged, a hint of self-deprecation in her voice. "You're a woman, you should understand what women need," Wenlong asked, grasping Weng Lihong's slender hand resting on the table. Her long, thin fingers, painted with gold-pink nail polish, shimmered wonderfully under the light. "Women, when they're young, need passionate suitors, meticulous care, and of course, a handsome, dashing appearance and a tall, strong body," Weng Lihong smiled sweetly, the warmth in her beautiful eyes making her look much younger. "When a woman is no longer young, she needs even more broad, reliable shoulders, calm and generous care, and unwavering companionship. I think at that time, a sense of security is more important than anything else." As she spoke, Weng Lihong crossed her legs, the hem of her bathrobe revealing two long, beautiful legs, her slender feet trembling slightly in white slippers. "Then what kind of promise do you think a woman can believe?" Wenlong asked, puzzled. "Hehe, do you think I still believe in promises?" Weng Lihong chuckled, countering with a question. "Why? I've tried my best," Wenlong said, somewhat dissatisfied. Weng Lihong's words seemed to be a judgment on his situation, or perhaps a statement about a phenomenon, making him uncomfortable yet unable to refute them. "Try your best? Men are always so fervent when they're in love, but how many can actually keep their promises?" Weng Lihong smiled wryly, flicking her cigarette in the ashtray. "Do you know what kind of person my mother is?" Wenlong shook his head, puzzled. Although he was used to Weng Lihong's unexpected actions, her sudden mention of her mother confused him. What did this have to do with his question? "My maternal grandfather was a shipping tycoon in Southeast Asia, and my mother was a true heiress. Before she married, she had over fifty servants, and the servants alone lived in two or three houses. Everything she ate and used was purchased from France, England, and America. My grandfather even set up an office in Europe specifically to serve her." Weng Lihong spoke of her mother, her eyes filled with nostalgia and admiration, her expression suddenly softening. "My maternal grandfather loved his motherland very much. At that time, China was being invaded by the Japanese devils, and he spared no expense to support the war effort. Later, he even befriended a promising young officer, who is my father. My grandfather admired my father and the party he belonged to, believing that only they could create a new China. So he spared no effort in supporting their revolution and even betrothed his beloved daughter to him." Weng Lihong recounted the story in detail, clearly immersed in her memories. "When Mom married into the Chinese family, she had just graduated from Wellesley College in the United States. She was still a pampered young lady from Southeast Asia who only knew how to sing English songs and dance. Although Dad was already a high-ranking official at the time, the material life in China was incomparable to that of her own family. In addition, not long after, Dad was implicated in a political struggle because of his old boss and was sent to the remote Inner Mongolia for reform through labor. Mom actually learned to cook, do laundry, and do housework all by herself. She went from a rich young lady who never knew what money was to a housewife who could skillfully go to the market to buy groceries and was good at bargaining. Isn't she amazing?" "Your mother is remarkable." Wenlong praised her, but he couldn't help but think of his own mother. She had gone through the same thing for the past ten years or so after her marriage. For her father Lu Chunfeng's career aspirations, she was a good wife and mother while also working as a successful lawyer. Therefore, Wenlong could understand the sacrifices that women made for their families and careers. "Heh, what's the use of being so great? Later, to avoid implicating Dad, Mom took me back to Grandpa's house and sent me to study in the United States. When the political turmoil subsided and we returned to China, Dad had already been reinstated and was even promoted." Weng Lihong stared blankly at the grayish-white ash in the ashtray. "Isn't that great?" Wenlong asked, somewhat puzzled. "Heh, that's not necessarily true. What's good for others isn't necessarily good for us. Not long after Mom returned to China, she and Dad went through divorce proceedings. Do you know why?" Weng Lihong chuckled coldly and shook her head. "I don't know. Why?" Wenlong asked curiously, completely captivated by her story. "When I graduated from university, my mother told me that during her years abroad, a waitress who took care of my father had successfully slept with him. Faced with this young and beautiful nanny, my mother, once known as the 'Flower of Southeast Asia,' was no match. Even the deep bond between husband and wife, forged through hardship, couldn't withstand the allure of youthful flesh." Weng Lihong slowly recounted this story, her expression a mixture of sadness and anger. "Tell me, is this marriage trustworthy? Are a man's promises trustworthy?" Weng Lihong asked sharply. "It depends on the person; I don't think you can generalize." Wenlong, though indignant at his mother's fate, didn't want to be included in that category. "Haha, Long'er, if I were twenty years younger, I definitely would have believed you, even if you deceived me once, I would have been willing." Weng Lihong reached out her slender hand to stroke Wenlong's cheek, suddenly laughing seductively. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. This is my last night in Sihai City; I shouldn't waste it on these unhappy things." Weng Lihong clapped her hands and tossed her hair. "Is it your last night, and you're leaving?" Wenlong asked doubtfully. "Yes, I couldn't help with Zhong Xin's matter, and I won't give up so easily. I'll look for other ways," Weng Lihong replied simply. She didn't elaborate on these other ways, but given her background, they might actually work. "Wait a minute, I'll go change and be right back," Weng Lihong said, standing up and casually taking off her bathrobe, revealing her alluring naked body. She strode into the bedroom with her long legs. A moment later, she emerged with seductive steps. Her long, golden, curly hair cascaded dramatically over her shoulders. She wore a short white fur coat over a black, short, strappy dress adorned with bling-bling sequins. The dress featured two crisscrossing straps at the chest, revealing her shapely collarbones and half of her full, ample breasts. Her long, straight, and smooth legs were clearly visible beneath the dress, and she wore 8-centimeter stiletto sandals with two crisscrossing gold straps that wrapped around her ankles, completely covering her slender legs and further emphasizing her wild and sexy aura. "Comon Baby, let me take you to have some fun." Weng Lihong snapped her fingers together, then swayed towards the door in her high heels. Having had a few drinks, the Rolls-Royce Phantom, escorted by Weng Lihong's driver and entourage, took them to a nearby VIP bar called "Tang Hui." Two tall black bodyguards guarded the opulent entrance, while rows of stylishly dressed men and women lined up to enter. The security guards seemed to know Weng Lihong's status and politely gave them a green light, allowing them to enter without queuing. Chapter 653: Weng Lihong (Part Two) Wenlong rarely frequented nightclubs, but upon entering "Tang Hui," he was immediately captivated by the atmosphere. The initial area was on the second floor. A large circle in the center surrounded the drinks and lounge area, while the entire floor below the circle served as a dance floor. Access to the dance floor was only possible via two rows of sloping staircases on the second floor. Countless heavily made-up, shapely young women in strapless miniskirts and various other styles descended the stairs, swaying their bodies wildly on the dance floor, drawing whistles from the men. Each sexy, fiery woman entering the dance floor was like cheese poured into boiling soup, quickly overwhelmed and melted by the crowd's heat. Weng Lihong was clearly a nightclub enthusiast; she entered the environment with ease, pulling Wenlong down to the dance floor. Her figure and looks immediately attracted the attention of the men in the room, greeted by countless whistles and applause. The DJ at the right moment sped up the music, and two spotlights shone precisely on them, illuminating Weng Lihong's two smooth, long legs bound with gold ribbons, driving the men on the dance floor even more wild. After finally squeezing through the crowd and entering the packed dance floor, he finally understood the reason for the men's frenzy. The 300-square-meter space was packed with people. In this crowded, flesh-to-flesh environment, no one restrained themselves. Men and women alike swayed their bodies unabashedly. A slight movement would result in bumping into an arm or thigh. Normally dignified and elegant white-collar women didn't mind hands touching their breasts and hips. Even the most reserved and taciturn men would let loose here. Men and women danced in unison to the music, their bodies pressed close together and rubbing against each other. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and women's perfume, and the flashing lights constantly illuminated everyone's faces, revealing their intoxicated and infatuated expressions. Under the influence of Weng Lihong, a seasoned veteran of the entertainment industry, Wenlong also joined in the frenzied atmosphere, swaying to the increasingly rousing music. Weng Lihong was like a seductive enchantress; her joints seemed capable of any movement. Her two full breasts, encased in a black sequined miniskirt, jiggled in waves, and her slender waist caused her plump, round buttocks to sway like an electric motor, her face painted with gold and pink...Her slender, nail-painted hands repeatedly stroked downwards from her chest, while her long legs, encased in 8-centimeter gold strappy stilettos, opened and closed so frequently they seemed about to rip her short, hip-length skirt. Weng Lihong was undoubtedly the most captivating woman in the entire venue. Soon, they were pushed to the center of the stage by the crowd. Surrounded by numerous men, Weng Lihong showed no stage fright, instead swaying her fiery body even more unrestrainedly. Most of those crowding to the center were men, their eyes gleaming with lust, eager to get a piece of the action. But Weng Lihong's allure and sexiness were all focused on him, completely ignoring their advances. These failed predators sized up Wenlong, and after assessing his formidable strength, somewhat resentfully retreated to the periphery, occasionally groping Weng Lihong's back and buttocks. Although the stage space wasn't small, there were just too many people crammed in. Combined with the physical exertion, Wenlong felt this was more physically demanding than his usual workouts. After the DJ changed the music twice, his shirt was already damp, and Weng Lihong's face was glistening with moisture, a slight rosy glow that made her features even more beautiful. He leaned close to her ear and asked if she wanted to rest. "What?" The music was so loud that Weng Lihong didn't hear him clearly. She tossed her wavy blonde hair and asked loudly, almost shouting as she repeated it to Wenlong. "Yes!" Weng Lihong shouted excitedly, then twisted her fragrant body and threw herself into his arms. Her two moist red lips pressed against his, her soft, fragrant tongue darting out. They kissed passionately, embracing each other as they walked towards the stairs. The way back was even more difficult than coming down. The men who had been watching all night seized the opportunity to create obstacles for them. They deliberately pushed and shoved, blocking their path, and then took the opportunity to grope and rub against Weng Lihong. They hadn't made much progress after walking for a long time. Wenlong was a little annoyed. He lowered his shoulders, stretched out his elbows, and assumed a fighting stance, pushing aside the people around him. After a few bumps and bangs, the men with ill intentions immediately learned his skills and chose to avoid him when they saw his expression. Only then did he manage to squeeze through and reach the stairwell. Because of the previous strenuous exercise, the champagne Weng Lihong had drunk that night was starting to take effect. She swayed as she climbed a few steps in her high heels, then her legs gave way and she seemed to fall backward. Fortunately, he caught her from behind, and he simply picked her up and carried her up to his chest. Sitting on his arm, Weng Lihong was much taller than everyone around her, making her extremely conspicuous in the entire venue. The lights shone on her just in time, and the crowd erupted in whistles and applause again. Seeing the envious and jealous looks from the women below, Weng Lihong's vanity was greatly satisfied. Her long legs were wrapped around his armpits, and her upper body was still writhing restlessly. Her two ample breasts swayed and rubbed against his hair. "Master Long'er, you're so sexy, Auntie's all wet down there," Weng Lihong whispered sweetly in his ear. As she spoke, she pulled his hand between her legs. Wenlong's hand directly touched a tuft of sweaty hair and smooth skin. She wasn't wearing anything under her short skirt that barely covered her buttocks. She had just been dancing with him with her lower body exposed like this. He wondered if the men around him had noticed. Weng Lihong was going crazy. Countless eyes were watching them, yet she sat comfortably on his arm, swaying her body and welcoming the men's cheers, like a proud queen inspecting her subjects. Luckily, they were heading up the stairs, so no one could see his hand inside her short skirt. Even so, Wenlong felt incredibly aroused. Weng Lihong's bare genitals were wet, her plump vulva already open, swallowing and releasing saliva. His two fingers easily slipped into the vulva, entwined and gripped by the slippery flesh inside. With each step, his fingers moved in and out, causing even more fluid to be secreted. By the time he reached the second floor, his entire palm was soaked. "Long'er, I can't take it anymore. Put me down, I need to pee!" Weng Lihong suddenly said urgently. Seeing that she looked genuinely uncomfortable, Wenlong quickly put her down. Weng Lihong immediately went inside; she was very familiar with the area and quickly opened a restroom door. He looked at his palm, which was covered in a clear liquid, smiled wryly, shook his head, and walked to the bar area, finding some tissues to dry his palm. The bar area was backed by the second-floor railing, and many bartenders in white vests were serving customers. Men and women who had danced to exhaustion sat on the high stools in front of the bar, and some people specifically came here to chat up lone girls. There happened to be such a couple next to him. The girl had her back to him. Her long, flaxen-blonde hair was tied in a bun on top of her head. Her slender body was wrapped in a sleeveless, off-the-shoulder lace-trimmed mini-dress. The bodice was a tight-fitting, peach-pink lace fabric, revealing her long, slender, fair arms and her entire pale, thin back, except for a lace neckline extending from her chest to her neck. The black mini-skirt fell just above her knees, and a slit on the side revealed two long, slender, white thighs. Her long, thin legs were encased in peach-pink pointed-toe stilettos, the 10-centimeter heels making her tall figure appear even more graceful. Although she was sitting, her height and figure somewhat resembled Zhong Yan'er's, and he couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. Next to her sat a man in his thirties, wearing a lace shirt and black casual pants. His hair was styled in a flamboyant way with mousse, and his fairly regular features gave him a smug, self-admiring look, suggesting he was a successful nightclub regular. He flirtatiously held the girl's hand, seemingly trying to persuade her to go to a hotel with him for sex. The girl spoke with a coquettish yet open tone, but she consistently avoided the man's main point, neither directly refusing nor agreeing to his request. Her voice sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had seen her before. The man drank his liquor as he spoke, and under the influence of alcohol, he pulled the girl into his arms and tried to kiss her lips. The girl clearly resented his actions; the usually docile girl unexpectedly resisted fiercely, but the man showed no sign of relenting. After a loud slap, the man finally raised his head, but now his face bore a five-finger mark. He was clearly enraged by the girl's slap, muttering, "Damn it, what are you pretending for? You're just a warm-up girl, saying you won't go out. What are you selling here for if you won't go out?" As he spoke, he raised his hand to slap the girl's face, but Wenlong grabbed his hand. This man was utterly detestable in both his words and actions, and Wenlong couldn't help but want to protect the girl who resembled Zhong Yan'er. With a swift movement, the man let out a bloodcurdling scream. Seeing that Wenlong was not someone to be trifled with, he repeatedly begged for mercy. Wenlong, not wanting to bother with such a person, released his grip and shouted, "Get lost!" Once his hand was free, he jumped off his seat, rubbing his wound as he ran outside. The fight, a lopsided affair and extremely short, ended just like that. The onlookers immediately shifted their focus, and the patrolling staff acted as if nothing had happened, as if such incidents were commonplace here. Chapter 654: Weng Lihong (Part 3) "Big brother, thank you." A girl's clear voice came from behind. He turned around and both of them were stunned. He recognized the girl; she was Xiao Yi, who had worked at Zhou Liqi's fruit and flower shop before. He just didn't know why he saw her here. "What are you doing here?" Wenlong asked curiously. "It's you, Brother Wenlong." Xiao Yi was clearly surprised to see Wenlong, but she quickly recovered and smiled broadly. "I was wondering which handsome guy was so amazing, but it's you, Young Master Long! What brings you here today?" Xiao Yi spoke as quickly as ever, having recovered from the earlier commotion, her words coming out like a machine gun. "I gave you that card so long ago, and I've never seen you come even once." A card? Right, Wenlong remembered. When Xiao Yi delivered fruit and flower baskets to the head office, she did give him a card, but he had no idea where he'd thrown it. He hadn't expected her to invite him to this nightclub. "Well, actually, this is my first time here. I'm here with a friend." Wenlong didn't want to tell her he'd forgotten about it. This girl wasn't unpleasant, although she seemed a bit worldly. "What friend? Probably a woman." There was a hint of sourness in Xiao Yi's voice. Her dark eyes darted around Wenlong's face, holding something indescribable. "That's right, it's a woman. Any objections?" Weng Lihong's deep, arrogant voice rang out beside her. She had emerged from the restroom sometime earlier and now stood with her arms crossed, looking at Xiao Yi with a mocking gaze. Upon seeing Weng Lihong, Xiao Yi's face instantly broke into a standard smile. She stepped forward, took Weng Lihong's hand, and said with a smile, "Hello, sister! You're Queeen from 'Tang Hui,' everyone knows you!" "So, Young Master Long is your boyfriend. No wonder his standards are so high." Xiao Yi's rapid change of attitude left Wen Long dumbfounded. Weng Lihong accepted her compliment but completely ignored her smile.She turned around and took his arm, saying sweetly, "Wenlong, let's find a place to rest. It's so hot here."
Wenlong nodded to Xiaoyi, then turned and followed Weng Lihong into a nearby private room. Xiaoyi watched them leave with a smile. The room was quite large, with dim blue lighting and excellent soundproofing that blocked out the noise from outside, calming their initial excitement. Inside, besides a long, wide leather sofa, there was a 60-inch LCD screen showing a live video of the dance floor. A waiter brought in fruit platters, snacks, a large glass of warm water, and several bottles of liquor before leaving, leaving the two of them alone. Once the door was completely closed, Weng Lihong pounced on Wenlong like a female leopard. She climbed on top of him, her red lips eagerly sealing his mouth. A slightly salty tongue darted out, her face still flushed from the earlier activity, radiating the pheromones of a female animal yearning for mating. His pent-up desire from the past few days was aroused, and he reciprocated with a passionate kiss. While engaging in a passionate kiss, her hands tirelessly removed his clothes. Soon, his shirt was undone, and Weng Lihong began kissing him from his neck down, licking him with her long tongue as she did so, leaving traces of her saliva from his Adam's apple to his chest and lower abdomen. Then, with practiced ease, she unzipped his pants, pulling out his large, long-bound penis. She held his penis with obvious affection; after the previous stimulation, it was erect and proud, its veins bulging, the glans the size of a ping-pong ball, already a deep purple-red. Facing this fierce male genitalia, Weng Lihong's beautiful eyes gleamed with an unusual light. She extended her long, moist, red tongue and licked the glans, her slightly raised face revealing an expression of extreme pleasure. "Hmm, Master Long'er, so thick... so hard... have you been holding back for a long time...?" Wenlong grabbed the penis, which was as hard as an iron rod, and used the large purple glans to grind it clockwise on her smooth and delicate red lips. She stuck out her tongue, which was covered in sticky fluid, and he slapped the entire penis against her tender and elastic pink cheeks, once, twice, three times... "Don't get excited... Auntie will give you an appetizer first." When Weng Lihong saw that he was about to put the penis in her mouth, she smiled at him with great charm, then let go of it, picked up the foreign wine on the table, brought it to her lips and took a sip. Then she opened her two red lips wide, letting him see that her rosy mouth was half full of wine, and her bright red tongue was immersed in the amber liquid. Combined with her big eyes with eyeliner and silver eyeshadow, she looked like a seductive succubus. Her next move was something he had never experienced before. She reached out her slender hand, painted with gold-pink nail polish, and grasped his penis. Then she opened her full, fiery red lips and took his entire penis into her mouth. He felt as if his lower body had been suddenly immersed in a cool spring. The foreign liquor that Weng Lihong had been talking about was actually chilled. His penis felt like a red-hot iron rod suddenly doused with cold water. The extreme contrast in cooling brought an indescribable stimulation, making him groan in pleasure. Weng Lihong was clearly satisfied with her results. She pursed her moist lips and deeply sucked down his glans, losing herself in the act. Her lips gripped his shaft tightly, moving up and down until his glans was almost touching her throat, but she showed no discomfort. She brushed aside her stray blonde hair with one hand, her mouth sucking on his massive penis like a suction cup, making lewd "slurp...slurp..." sounds. After a while, when the liquid in her mouth had warmed up, she released his penis, swallowed the wine, then took another sip of warm water before taking his penis back into her mouth. This time, the sensation was completely different from the last. His penis was soaking in lukewarm water, warm and comforting. Weng Lihong licked it from the base down, sucking in and out from left to right, her beautiful eyes beneath long eyelashes gazing at him provocatively. Her head moved up and down rapidly, passionately sucking on his glans. When the water in her mouth gradually cooled, Weng Lihong released it, spitting it out, then took another sip of the chilled liquor, repeating these two steps in the same manner. As she sucked, her mouth secreted fluids, making his already swollen, purple glans even shinier. She stroked his penis with one hand, while the other hand had already reached between her smooth thighs under her short skirt, and judging from the way her fingers moved, it had penetrated deep into her vagina. Occasionally, a few drops of liquor would slip from her red lips, dripping onto the two plump mounds of flesh exposed above her sequined short skirt, adding to the erotic atmosphere. "Master Long'er, Auntie is so itchy... I can't stand it anymore, please conquer me and make Auntie feel good."
After giving him about thirty minutes of "ice and fire" pleasure, Weng Lihong released her mouth from his penis and stood up impatiently. She pulled up her bling-bling mini-skirt, revealing her naked lower body. Her long legs, clad in 8-centimeter stilettos, stepped onto the sofa, and she stood on his penis like a queen ruling the world. She spread her smooth, firm thighs to the sides, her slender hands, painted with gold-pink nail polish, grasped his massive shaft. As her plump buttocks slumped down, her vulva swallowed his penis. With a "plop!" the python plunged completely into Weng Lihong's bright red, wet slit. "Ah!" Weng Lihong couldn't help but groan. Wenlong asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you alright?" "No...nothing, I just really love Master's penis, I miss it so much." Weng Lihong's face showed a feeling of pleasure that she couldn't quite put her finger on. "Hehe, then you can enjoy it slowly, you have a whole night to spare." Wenlong chuckled, grabbing Weng Lihong's slender waist with both hands and thrusting his lower body upwards forcefully. "Oh...yeah!" Weng Lihong let out a deep moan, her smooth, flat abdomen heaving, her plump vulva beginning to tighten inwards, his huge penis being surrounded and tightly gripped by rings of tender flesh, waves of tingling pleasure spreading from the shaft. Weng Lihong glanced at him with a hint of resentment, but her eyes also revealed a hidden sense of pleasure and enjoyment. Then she began to sway her slender waist, moving her full, round buttocks against him. The dim blue light in the private room shone on her, her bling-bling sequined mini-skirt bunching just above her abdomen. Her long, straight legs were encased in 10-centimeter gold strappy stilettos, the thin gold straps crisscrossing and hidden on her slender, straight calves. Her entire smooth, long lower body was illuminated by the light, shimmering with iridescent colors, like a serpentine demon adorned with gold threads, dancing on his body. He reached out and pulled down the bodice of her sequined mini-skirt, and Weng Lihong's two large, full breasts sprang out, too large for one hand to grasp. He mercilessly fondled and kneaded her plump, large breasts. Two dark red nipples had already protruded from her soft, full breasts, and under his pinching fingers, they had stood erect to the size of red grapes. While playing with her nipples, Wenlong thrust his huge penis in and out of Weng Lihong's wet and warm passage, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes forceful, sometimes gentle. Each deep thrust of his massive penis parted her plump vulva to its limit, rubbing and pushing against her, feeling the layers of pleasure within her vaginal cavity. The tender flesh inside Weng Lihong's vaginal canal would tighten and relax accordingly, tightening and relaxing again, cooperating in tandem with his huge penis's inhalation and exhalation. Chapter 655: Weng Lihong (Part 4) Weng Lihong felt that the waves of tingling, numb, and soft pleasure were simply overwhelming her reason. Her plump and slender body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, shimmering under the spotlight. Her slender toes curled and gripped tightly inside her gold stiletto sandals, and her long golden curly hair fluttered in the air as her body trembled. An excited expression had already appeared on his face, and his big, watery eyes were incredibly alluring. Wenlong's hands gripped Weng Lihong's round, full breasts, kneading and squeezing them to amplify his lust, while simultaneously penetrating her flower path more deeply. The hot and wonderful stimulation drove Weng Lihong, who had been thirsty for several days, almost crazy. That arm-sized penis not only occupied her flower core but also completely possessed her body and mind. The desire within her made Weng Lihong forget herself. As time went by, his enormous penis grew harder and harder, like iron. He began to thrust his penis upwards repeatedly, tossing Weng Lihong's voluptuous body up and down. Each time, his penis slammed into the smooth, wet core of Weng Lihong's vagina. Finally, Weng Lihong had a chance to cry out ecstatically, "Ah...ah..." Her long legs, clad in 10-centimeter gold stiletto sandals, trembled. Her plump vulva tightened inwards, and the tender flesh inside began to contract and writhe. Weng Lihong's intense orgasm finally arrived. A large amount of hot, gushing vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina onto his large glans. The overwhelming and irresistible pleasure made her tremble all over. After waves of ecstatic trembling, Weng Lihong's wet petals still quivered and opened. She leaned forward and hugged him tightly, her bright red lips quickly pressing against his, frantically pouring her saliva into his mouth, and then extending her long, slippery tongue to entwine and twist with his. After this long, passionate kiss, Weng Lihong, still immersed in the afterglow of pleasure, gradually came to her senses, though unwilling. Seeing him looking at her with a leisurely expression, she could still feel the presence of that huge penis inside her, even though her lower body was already engorged and swollen. That penis, which had brought her to the extreme of pleasure, was still so hard and hot, showing no signs of softening. She gave him a flirtatious glance and said, "Master Long'er, aren't you satisfied yet?" "What do you think?" "Hehe, I knew it. Then why don't we move on to the next stage?" "The next stage, where to?" "Of course, a different battlefield! The conditions here are too rudimentary." Weng Lihong's voice became incredibly sexy, with a cunning glint in her eyes, yet undeniably alluring. They got up and tidied their clothes. Weng Lihong straightened her sequined mini-skirt. She didn't need to touch up her makeup; after putting on a fur coat, she regained her queenly demeanor, wearing 8-centimeter gold stiletto sandals, and strutted arrogantly towards the nightclub's exit, arm in arm with him. Tonight would be another sleepless night. Wenlong opened the door and entered a room. It contained a toilet, a sink, and a long mirror, but the decor didn't resemble a bathroom at all. From the walls to the mirror frames, everything was off-white, and the dim pink lighting created a decadent atmosphere in the small space. Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall, voluptuous woman walked in. She looked to be around 30, with long, flowing hair styled in an elegant updo. Large Chanel sunglasses obscured half her face, revealing only her straight, slender nose and full, red lips. Her skin was as white as if she rarely saw the sun. Her two full, firm breasts, encased in a silver-gray silk blouse, contrasted sharply with her slender waist. Her plump, pert buttocks stretched taut over her white lace tube skirt, and her long, straight, white legs, encased in 8-centimeter dark red stilettos, swayed towards him with the gait of a mature, beautiful woman. Somehow, Wenlong found himself sitting on the toilet seat, his pants gone, and between his bare, hairy thighs, a thick, erect penis stood erect. The beautiful woman was already kneeling between his legs, a position that fully displayed her long, shapely legs, her fair, smooth insteps even more alluring inside her 8-centimeter dark red stilettos. The beautiful woman extended a pair of slender, white hands, her delicate fingers, painted with silver nail polish, grasping his massive penis. The soft, smooth touch made his penis swell even more. With practiced ease, she skillfully stroked his penis with her slender fingers, her full, red lips parting slightly as she did so. A long, slick, crimson tongue emerged from her mouth, a trail of clear saliva sliding from its triangular tip, dripping onto his large, purplish-red glans. After wetting his ping-pong ball-sized glans with her saliva, she parted her lips to their widest angle, then swept them downwards, taking his penis into her mouth. His enormous penis was inserted into an extremely moist and warm cavity, where a soft, slippery tongue constantly stirred the shaft. The beautiful woman's tongue would sometimes forcefully envelop the thick shaft, sometimes glide across the large glans, and sometimes lick the groove below the glans. Occasionally, she would swallow the entire thick, long penis, allowing him to thrust the glans directly into the slippery walls of her throat. Each time, her high, delicate nose would press against the thick patch of pubic hair at the base of his penis. Wenlong felt as if he were being electrocuted in his penis; the sensation was indescribable, and he trembled with pleasure. The feeling was incredibly stimulating. Such a dignified and beautiful woman, with her long, white legs clad in 8-centimeter stilettos, squatted in a place filled with an ambiguous and unclean atmosphere, providing him with oral service using her extremely skillful deep-throat technique. The dual enjoyment of the physical and psychological experience brought her immense pleasure. Although his thick and large penis required the beautiful woman to exert twice the effort with every movement, she seemed to thoroughly enjoy the taste of this giant penis. Each insertion of the penis would cause her fair and smooth cheeks to bulge, and then as his penis was withdrawn, that spot would sink back in. Although her eyes were obscured by sunglasses, this repetitive cycle of movements appeared extremely lewd. As her head moved up and down while sucking on the penis, the high bun on the back of her head also rose and fell. He seemed to see something familiar. What was that? Wenlong shook his head vigorously. It seemed as if a butterfly was fluttering in front of him. Why was there a butterfly here?A butterfly? The beautiful woman's swaying head constantly distracted his vision, the pleasure from her perfectly controlled tongue diverting his attention. The butterfly seemed golden, its wings fluttering lightly beneath him, its posture and trajectory subtly mirroring the swaying of the woman's head. Something was wrong. He vaguely remembered something, a sudden sense of foreboding washing over him. He reached out and touched the woman's smooth, white cheek, and her movements, sucking on his penis, ceased. The golden butterfly also froze. On the woman's elegantly styled high bun lay a butterfly-shaped golden hairpin, its vitality seemingly drained in an instant. Wenlong shuddered, his trembling hands incredulously removing the sunglasses the woman always wore. As the sunglasses were slowly removed, the pair of bright, clear eyes beneath her long, delicate eyebrows—eyes that had appeared countless times in his dreams—were looking at him. That gaze was incongruous with her lewd actions, her mouth still holding his enormous penis; it was filled with inexplicable loss and endless sorrow. The sunglasses were completely removed, and his aunt Bai Shuzhen's familiar yet unfamiliar face was fully revealed before him. He suddenly woke up. The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was a magnificent crystal chandelier, its dazzling light shining on his naked, muscular body. He was lying on a large, "kingsize" bed. It turned out that everything just now was a dream. Wenlong felt a little lost. The scenes in the dream, though absurd, had left him with a lingering aftertaste, and he only regretted that it hadn't continued. He turned his slightly sore neck and saw the woman lying beside him. Her long, soft, golden curls cascaded over her smooth, honey-like body, her long, straight legs slightly parted, and her round, plump buttocks were covered with dried, white secretions. His movement, though small, had awakened her. Weng Lihong opened her beautiful eyes, which were painted with gold eyeshadow, and looked at him seductively. Her bright red lips parted slightly as she spoke. "Good morning, Master Long." "Morning? What time is it?" He shook his head, his alcohol-numbed mind beginning to clear, and he gradually recalled what had happened last night. After two rounds of physical intimacy in the private room of "Tang Hui," they returned to the hotel in Weng Lihong's Rolls-Royce Phantom. Afterwards, they made love without restraint in this room until they were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms. "I don't know, it should be past 10 o'clock." Weng Lihong's red lips pressed against his again, her wet and warm tongue swirling around his teeth, her two very elastic testicles pressing against his chest. 10 o'clock? Ignoring Weng Lihong, who was already groping his genitals, he picked up the phone on the bedside table and saw that the flashing LED light indicated low battery. He tried to press the power button, but it was already off. He thought that he hadn't come home all night and hadn't answered his phone. He wondered if his aunt, Bai Shuzhen, would be worried. What if something happened if she couldn't find him? Chapter 656: Weng Lihong (5) Wenlong felt more and more uneasy and had no desire to continue fooling around with Weng Lihong in bed. He quickly reached out and pressed down on her busy body, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, it's getting late, I really have to go back."
Unexpectedly, Weng Lihong was docile and obedient this time. She didn't try to stop him, but lay languidly on the bed, silently watching him put on his clothes. As he was dressed and about to leave, she spoke, "Are you really leaving?" Her voice wasn't loud; the repeated lovemaking had made her voice even hoarse, but her tone carried a rare tenderness. "Yes, you should sleep a little longer." Wenlong put on his coat, wanting to say something to her, but unsure how to begin. "Wait..." Seeing him about to turn and leave, Weng Lihong suddenly spoke, trying to stop him. "Long'er, can you kiss me one more time?" Weng Lihong rested one hand under her head, her cascading blonde hair half-falling over her chest, like an alluring Barbie doll. The longing in her beautiful eyes made it impossible for him to refuse. Wenlong bent down, intending to kiss her, but unexpectedly, she grabbed his neck and her warm red lips pressed against his, followed by a passionate, wet kiss. She seemed to want to swallow his tongue and saliva completely, only releasing him when she had exhausted her last bit of strength. "The luggage you left behind is in the living room; Manager Guo has already sent it back for you," Weng Lihong said with a charming smile, the warmth of her lips still lingering on his. Wenlong nodded to her, stood up, and walked out without looking back. "Master Long'er, Auntie might come back to see you! Or perhaps invite you for another psychological consultation!"
Weng Lihong's alluring voice rang out behind him again. After taking his luggage downstairs, he sped home, afraid that any delay would mean missing his aunt. The entire journey from the hotel to home took an hour. Opening the door, the house was quiet. He glanced at the wall clock; the hands pointed to 11 o'clock. It seemed his aunt had gone to work. His mood calmed slightly, but he didn't know what to feel. After carrying his luggage back to his room, he was about to plug in his phone when he noticed a faint sliver of light coming from his aunt's master bedroom door. A thought struck him, and he took a few steps in that direction, only to find the door ajar. He could hear voices inside. Who was in his aunt's bedroom? Who was she talking to? Wenlong frowned, tiptoeing towards the master bedroom without making a sound, but his heart pounded uncontrollably. He raised his hand to the bedroom door, but hesitated for a moment, afraid that if he pushed it open, he would face the reality he dreaded. He finally pushed the door open, and midday sunlight streamed through the silk curtains into the spacious bedroom. Besides the casually spread blankets on the large bed, the only other thing in the room was that familiar scent; there was no one else or any trace of anyone else. He calmed himself slightly. He had heard the sound earlier more clearly; it sounded like a woman singing. Who was singing? This didn't seem to be his aunt's voice. Following the source of the sound, he tiptoed to the bathroom. The mirror covering the doorway was half-open, revealing a small crack. Through the crack, he could see that the spacious, bright bathroom was filled with steam, as if someone was taking a shower inside. Because one entire wall of the bathroom was made of floor-to-ceiling glass, sunlight streamed in unobstructed. On the bathtub platform next to the glass wall, a fair and graceful figure could be vaguely seen: slender, narrow shoulders, a smooth, jade-like back, a long, delicate neck, and a cascade of silky, wavy, wine-red hair coiled behind her head. It was none other than her aunt. Wenlong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He could now clearly hear the singing he had just heard. The sound was coming from the speakers on the bathroom wall, the sound waves traveling outside after being reflected by the steam and the wall. The song was sung by a light and melodious female voice. Although he wasn't familiar with the lyrics, he remembered hearing it as a child; it had been sung throughout the country back then. "Last night's rain / startled me from my slumbering dream / My bewildered heart / is stained with yesterday's pain / The cold wind / no longer has the tenderness of the past / Can the lost love / ever be regained / On this long road, who can tell me / How many mistakes will there be / Where will I finally settle down?" The bathtub was already filled with steaming warm water, and bright red rose petals floated on the surface. From his vantage point, he could only see his aunt's smooth, jade-like bare back. Her long, voluptuous thighs were obscured by rose petals floating on the water. Her two long, slender, white legs, like lotus roots, emerged from the water, her crescent-shaped, translucent feet resting on the edge of the bathtub. Those delicate ankles he had once cherished were so perfectly proportioned and smooth. Her delicate, white toes, painted with vermilion nail polish, resembled white lotus petals blooming in the steam. She gently lifted her slender arm, a few drops of water sliding down her snow-white arm, circling her long, graceful neck, and then... The ink flowed down her delicate, lovely neck, finally tracing a breathtaking arc along her chest, making her ample, plump, white breasts even more glossy and smooth. In the warmth of the water and the steam of the room, her snow-white breasts, like soft, freshly peeled chicken heads, became almost transparent. Two pink cherries proudly perched atop her high, firm peaks, their shape and color comparable to a virgin's, making one's mouth water. This picture of a beautiful woman bathing captivated him. Gazing at the mature, graceful body of this woman in the bath, as elegant and beautiful as a fairy from the Luo River, he felt no usual surge of passion or desire. At this moment, he only wanted to quietly admire the beauty of this woman, the epitome of beauty. Even though she was no longer his, his love for her had never diminished. Thinking of this, a sharp pain, like being pricked by needles, pierced his heart again. Accompanied by the gentle female voice, Wenlong almost forgot about time and space, standing blankly by the door watching the beauty in the pool. His aunt, Bai Shuzhen, had been soaking in the pool for some time, and he gradually noticed something unusual about her. In the hazy steam, one of her slender, white arms rested on the edge of the pool, while the other arm remained submerged and unmoved. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that her snow-white bare back against the pool wall and her head, with its long hair piled up, were trembling slightly, as was the white arm resting on the edge. From his angle, he couldn't see her jade-like body submerged in the water, but at the junction of her two long, white legs and her smooth, silky abdomen, the rose petals on the surface of the water were churning and rippling, as if small whirlpools were forming beneath the surface. "Once in the rain you told me / We'll stay together for this life / Once in the wind you told me / You'll never leave me / So many dreams woven with tenderness / So many scenes etched with love and hate / Why does everything ultimately amount to nothing?" As the song grew more poignant and lingering, the ripples on the water's surface became more frequent. Although he couldn't see it, he could imagine that his aunt's slender white arm, submerged in the water, was placed between her legs, and that her delicate, long, white fingers, two or three at a time, had entered her plump, luscious vulva. Judging from the ripples on the water, she had already applied the results of his previous training, using her slender fingers to move in and out of that tight, fleshy passage, teasing the thick, rosy clitoris deep within. "Ah..." Aunt Bai Shuzhen finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her moan wasn't loud, but it was soft and delicate, carrying a hint of impatience. The rose petals on the water's surface tumbled and churned, foreshadowing the increasingly intense activity beneath. A pair of delicate, white hands, painted with crimson nail polish, gripped the edge of the pool tightly, the pale blue veins on the translucent white back of the hands bulging noticeably. Her slender, jade-like legs, resting on the edge, tensed, her crescent-shaped arches straightening abruptly, her ten petal-like toes, painted with crimson nail polish, neatly clustered together and contracted tightly towards the soles of her feet. "Mmm…" Aunt Bai Shuzhen finally uttered a soft, cloying moan, as if releasing pent-up anxiety. The lingering resonance of her voice, with its tender, lingering aftertaste, stirred his heart. Then, her jade-like feet, which had been taut like a bowstring, suddenly relaxed, and her delicate white toes, which had been tightly interlocked like flower petals, loosened slightly. Her slender white arms, which had been gripping the edge of the pool, slid into the water, and her long, wavy, wine-red hair, which had been coiled behind her head, cascaded down. She leaned against the pool wall with a touch of languor, as if an invisible shadow had slipped away from her, and she felt instantly light and relaxed. The rose petals on the water gradually quieted down, and only her plaintive singing voice still echoed in the room, filled with a unique fragrance, like musk and incense. Wenlong quietly left the room that had captivated him, closing the master bedroom door as before. He didn't want his aunt to know about his spying on her; he wanted to present a true image of a man to her—a responsible, decisive, and self-controlled man. No matter her attitude towards him, he would never give up on his aunt, Bai Shuzhen, whether she was his aunt or the woman he loved. He went into the bathroom, took off his clothes that still smelled of the nightclub, threw them into the washing machine, and began washing away the traces of his sexual encounter with Weng Lihong. After he finished cleaning himself up, his aunt, Bai Shuzhen, also came out of the master bedroom. Chapter 657: Aunt Bai Shuzhen. She was wearing a white cotton loungewear set; the loose cut couldn't hide her slender figure. Her plain, unadorned face was beautiful and charming, and her long, wavy, wine-red hair was wet and cascading down her back. She carried the fresh scent of a post-bath fragrance. "Oh, when did you get back?" Seeing him, she asked somewhat shyly. Perhaps because she had taken a long bath, her fair cheeks were flushed, as alluring as a blooming rose. "Just got back, took a shower first," Wenlong answered frankly. "I thought you went to the company today." "Well, I just finished showering too. I got up late this morning, so I didn't go to the company."
Aunt Bai Shuzhen seemed to be explaining something to him. "Where did you go yesterday? Why didn't you come home to sleep? You didn't answer your phone either." She asked me while tilting her head and drying her hair with a large towel, her tone more of a complaint than anything else. "I was out a bit late last night, and then I stayed at a friend's house. I'm sorry to have worried you." Wenlong recounted the events of last night very politely, his tone sincere but not weak. His attitude caught Aunt Bai Shuzhen off guard. She seemed to suddenly not know how to respond to him. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "What friend? Was it a man or a woman?" "A woman." Wenlong's answer was still concise, but his tone was very crisp. "Which one? Yan'er, or, you didn't go to see that woman surnamed Weng again, did you?" Wenlong's answer quickly aroused her suspicion, and she pressed him for details. "I'm all grown up now. It's perfectly normal to have one or two female friends now and then," Wenlong replied with a smile. "Actually, you don't need to worry. I'll keep things in check. I'm capable of doing what I should do and controlling my own life." He looked at her, speaking with confidence. Although legally he wasn't eighteen yet, still a minor, he had at least lost his virginity and was now a man. Whether it was the irrefutable logic in his words or the powerful aura he suddenly exuded, his aunt seemed a little flustered in front of him. Her hands, which were drying her wet hair, stopped. "I... I'm just worried about your health," she stammered after a long pause. "Haha, you don't need to worry. My health has always been excellent, you should know that," Wenlong said, suppressing his laughter. His words were loaded with meaning and double entendre. His aunt tilted her head shyly, her blush deepening. "By the way, it's almost 12 o'clock, let's go out for dinner together." He invited her before she could react. "Go out to eat?" Aunt's surprise was genuine; this was the first time he had invited her out to eat, as he usually preferred to eat at home with her cooking. "Of course, I feel bad always having you cook. It's getting late, so let's eat out." Wenlong shrugged casually. "Okay, whatever you say, I can afford to treat you to this meal." He interrupted her hesitation without giving her time to think. His forceful attitude actually worked. Aunt Bai Shuzhen was clearly overwhelmed by his domineering manner. She smiled and shook her head naturally, saying, "Really, when did you become so fond of going out? Have you gotten tired of Aunt's cooking?" "I'll never get tired of your cooking, but I can't bear to let you always have to work so hard." Wenlong said with a smile, gently taking her slender hand and lifting it up. He admired her long, delicate, white hand with love in his eyes, and gently stroked her plump, smooth skin, saying, "Such beautiful hands, I'd be heartbroken if they got worn out." "You're so glib." Aunt Bai Shuzhen's hand trembled slightly as she withdrew from his grasp, giving him a light tap, her tone both gentle and playful. Although she said that, judging from the relaxed look on her aunt's face, she wasn't offended by his actions. "Wait a moment, I'll go get ready." With that, she turned and walked towards the master bedroom. Through her loungewear, he could see her slender waist swaying with each step, and he felt her long, white legs moved with a more graceful gait, as if her mood had suddenly improved. Wenlong vaguely felt he had done something right. They walked out of the Century Cinema, discussing the scenes from the movie as they strolled along the renowned pedestrian street. During this time, his relationship with his aunt, Bai Shuzhen, was gradually changing. Through reflection during their separation and the insights gained from his conversation with Weng Lihong, Wenlong understood the root of the problem between him and his aunt. Now, he returned to her with a new attitude—a confident and assertive male figure he needed to show her. He changed his previous indifference to details, becoming more involved in their lives and gradually taking the initiative. From daily meals and activities to entertainment and clothing choices, his opinions became increasingly important, and his aunt, Bai Shuzhen, grew more and more dependent on him. If they continued their secret affair, she might continue to treat him like a child in need of protection. Although he was in control physically and sexually, her feelings for him stemmed more from an aunt's affection for her nephew and the guilt she felt for her past infidelity, leading her to offer her body as compensation.

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