[Urban] The Romantic Adventures of Tianlong (Complete) - 8

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Chapter 477 The young married woman, Song Yalin

, frowned. She couldn't help but blame herself for her indulgence, a wave of guilt and regret washing over her. The strong moral compass instilled in her since childhood overwhelmed her. Song Yalin's mind was a jumbled mess. She cupped her face in her hands, deeply remorseful, silently telling herself how could she repeatedly commit such immoral acts, especially since her husband hadn't wronged her; it was entirely her own indulgence. The passionate image of that gentle young man still seemed to pulsate within her.

"How could I do this… how could I do this…" Her mind was in turmoil. In an instant, Liu Dong's tenderness, Lin Tianlong's strength and gentleness tangled together in her mind… Shame, resentment, self-reproach, and the lingering pleasure intertwined, leaving this innocent, crystal-clear young married woman feeling utterly helpless.

"Liu Dong… husband… I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?" she murmured silently. The rational depths of her heart told her that if she continued like this, something terrible would happen.

Having finally calmed down, Song Yalin was about to pick up her clothes. Just as her toes touched the carpet, the bathroom door next door opened, and Lin Tianlong walked out half-naked, his upper body bare except for a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Ah!" Song Yalin exclaimed, quickly grabbing the towel to cover her naked body.

"You're awake. Did you sleep well? Do you want to sleep a little longer? I came this morning and saw you sleeping soundly, so I didn't want to wake you. I took a shower first, and I'll call you breakfast later." His voice was deep and sexy, and hearing it made Song Yalin's heart waver again.

Lin Tianlong unceremoniously untied the only towel he was wearing and tossed it towards Song Yalin. As soon as Song Yalin managed to free herself, Lin Tianlong was already sitting beside her.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't notice." Although his face was full of apology, his eyes revealed a gentle smile.

The handsome young man sat naked beside her. Song Yalin's heart raced. She turned her head away, closed her eyes, and a large section of her shapely, snow-white thighs was exposed outside the sheets, trembling slightly. What Song Yalin saw was Lin Tianlong's large, firm male symbol, proudly erect beneath her, swaying back and forth as if boasting.

Song Yalin was deeply ashamed. Last night, under the influence of massage and drugs, her rational defenses had been completely shattered, and she had willingly offered herself to this young man once again. Now, facing the naked body of this man who wasn't her husband, she instinctively felt immense embarrassment and shame. Perhaps, some lingering memories of his tenderness and passionate feelings remained. So, besides blushing, her heart pounded.

"Young Master Lin, you… hurry… get dressed!"

"Oh. Sister Song, it's a natural reaction… when I see you, I…" Lin Tianlong gently stroked Song Yalin's bare shoulder, smiling.

"I...you...I...you should put on your clothes quickly." Song Yalin blushed and hurriedly shrank back.

Song Yalin was wearing a snow-white bathrobe, her smooth, fragrant shoulders exposed above her chest. Under the tightly bound bathrobe, her breasts were slightly bulging, and from below the collar, her rounded breasts, half-hidden, created an alluring cleavage. Below, a pair of delicate, white legs were revealed, their shape beautiful. A section of her white calves was exposed, without an ounce of excess fat. Her legs, held together, were long and compact, without a single gap between them. Rounded ankles extended out to reveal a pair of small, white feet, with delicate, frost-like toes resting quietly.

Lin Tianlong's favorite type of woman was one with shapely calves and beautiful, slender feet; a woman's bare, shapely, and graceful calves were always exceptionally alluring. Her feet were bare, almost translucent white. Her calves, like lotus roots, below her knees, were so delicate and white they made the blood rush through his veins. But what truly captivated him were her tiny feet. With his exceptional eyesight, he could even see the ten small, rosy labia on Song Yalin's flawless toes, as clear as crystal.

Looking at this petite beauty's exposed, snow-white skin and her slender, white feet, Lin Tianlong felt an unprecedented surge of tenderness. Her soft body had given him unparalleled pleasure, a feeling he had never experienced before. He remembered how deeply her soft body had convulsed and writhed beneath him.

Lin Tianlong reached out his right arm, encircling her in his embrace, his left hand gently stroking Song Yalin's long, slender thigh. The young married woman's cheeks flushed crimson. She struggled, her small hands frantically pressing down on his sliding hand.

"No...don't do this..."

Lin Tianlong looked at the woman beside him, at her slender, perfect feet peeking out from under her silk robe. The shy, alluring demeanor of the young married woman deeply stirred Lin Tianlong's pity and tenderness. He tightly embraced her petite body, his fiery lips gently covering her jade-like, rosy cheeks. He knew her body beneath the silk robe was perfect and naked.

Her body was full, smooth, and soft; when truly aroused, her entire body would become icy cold and tremble incessantly. He knew how to conquer a woman like her. Thinking of her perfect body, a familiar heat suddenly rose within Lin Tianlong.

He had been with too many women, but only this woman could completely cooperate with him and give him complete satisfaction. He decided to have her immediately; the growing heat within him made this decision.

"Mmm..." Song Yalin let out a soft moan, lowering her head, helplessly avoiding the young man's advances, her long eyelashes fluttering frantically, shattering a blush of shy beauty. Seeing the alluring, shy expression of the married woman, and smelling her delicate fragrance, Lin Tianlong's heart stirred. Taking advantage of her lowered head, he licked her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down Song Yalin's spine. Her arms went limp, and the young man's large hand slipped under her towel, which covered her body. Her body remained naked beneath the towel.

Lin Tianlong's one hand encircled Song Yalin's waist, gently stroking it, while his other hand slowly moved up her white knees. He paused whenever Song Yalin reacted, then continued along her calves, thighs, and down to her buttocks.

With his gentle, tender caresses, Song Yalin's body began to heat up. Her waist was slender, her legs long, and her breasts firm and round—the breasts of a beautiful married woman who could drive any man wild.

Lin Tianlong kissed Song Yalin's face, his tongue slipping into her ear. Song Yalin suddenly trembled violently; the boy's hand filled her with unbearable shame and indignation. Her body began to involuntarily undulate and twist. Lin Tianlong continued to swirl his tongue inside Song Yalin's ear, his hands roaming and exploring her entire body. Taking advantage of Song Yalin's momentary lapse in attention, Lin Tianlong's hand slipped under her clothes and gently grasped her full breasts… Song Yalin's body instantly went limp.

The feeling of touching Song Yalin's breasts was wonderful, supple yet elastic. After caressing them for a while, as Song Yalin struggled, his other hand moved to her inner thigh, his hand already wet. As if an electric current had passed through her, a tingling sensation instantly washed over her. Song Yalin struggled to her feet. "I...I'm going to take a shower..."

She rushed into the bathroom next door. Lin Tianlong's eyes followed her graceful figure, her smooth, slender legs moving like lotus roots. This married woman truly stirred his heart, not just because of her body—a body he had already possessed and enjoyed—but also because of her purity and intoxicating shyness. He really wanted to make love to her, really wanted to fuck her. Sometimes, Lin Tianlong couldn't help but imagine Song Yalin moaning softly beneath him, her appearance of ecstasy.

The showerhead's water flowed like fine rain, spraying freely onto Song Yalin's smooth skin. Song Yalin herself didn't know how long she had been washing under the showerhead, just mechanically, aimlessly rubbing herself. She felt inexplicably dirty. Especially her lower body; she had already used her fingers, soaked in shower gel, to wash herself several times.

Deep inside her body, she could still feel the burning heat of the boy's semen. She looked up at the showerhead above her head; it was fixed to the wall and couldn't be removed. She sighed, helplessly closed her eyes, and let the water flow from her head over her entire body.

A warm, large hand reached out from behind her, turned her head, and Lin Tianlong's lips kissed her.

Song Yalin kept her lips closed, about to turn her face away, but Lin Tianlong stubbornly captured her mouth with his tongue. He skillfully pried open her lips, and cool cola flowed into her mouth. Startled, she pulled away from Lin Tianlong's mouth and turned around. Only then did Song Yalin see the naked Lin Tianlong smiling at her, holding a can of cola. A surge of warmth welled up in Song Yalin's heart. She couldn't bring herself to hate this young man; in fact, a feeling of affection was slowly building within her. This young man was so good at pleasing women. Now he put down the cola, hugged Song Yalin from behind, his hands caressing her breasts, his lips kissing her back. Still using his hands? How could that possibly be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, modeled to resemble Fan Bingbing's genitals, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely match female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

Her back was tickled by kisses, Lin Tianlong's firm, hot body pressed tightly against her. Song Yalin clearly felt his gradually swelling desire, pressing against her bare buttocks, making her breath heavy. Song Yalin's skin was quite sensitive. If Liu Dong were usually this tender, she would probably be overflowing with desire.

But the man behind her wasn't Liu Dong. Although he was gentler and knew how to please women better than Liu Dong, this kind of man still terrified Song Yalin. How many women had he slept with? Was he promiscuous with every woman? Thinking of this, Song Yalin couldn't help but shiver. She gently broke free from Lin Tianlong's embrace, said sorry, grabbed a towel, and ran out, soaking wet, leaving Lin Tianlong standing there dumbfounded.

Filled with unease and uncertainty, Song Yalin rushed out of the bathroom. In the center of the room, a round table had been set up, laden with sandwiches, orange juice, and fried eggs, filling the air with an enticing aroma.

Seeing this, Song Yalin was startled. She realized she was starving; she had only eaten breakfast yesterday. A touch of gratitude welled up inside her for the young man's thoughtfulness and consideration. But with such mixed feelings, she had no appetite.

Lin Tianlong quietly approached and gently pulled her into his arms, a smug smile playing on his lips. He said softly, "Sister Song, rest a bit, would you like something to eat?"

"No, I want to go back," Song Yalin said firmly. However, she didn't pull away from his embrace.

Perhaps it was because of his extreme thoughtfulness. Her mind was in turmoil.

Lin Tianlong sensed her compliance and slight hesitation. He knew that he had conquered more than just the body of this exceptionally beautiful married woman; he had already left a deep mark on her heart.

Chapter 478 Shy and Charming Song Yalin

"Oh, Sister Song, don't be in such a hurry." A look of surprise flashed across his face. Lin Tianlong tenderly kissed her delicate cheek, then walked to the table and poured her a glass of orange juice. He deliberately slowed his movements, tensing all his muscles, leaving her with his naked back.

Song Yalin was somewhat shocked by his audacity, but seemed unwilling to look away. After all, it was this strong young man, this hot and muscular body, who had brought her extreme pleasure yesterday.

His strong back, his thick legs. The young man's healthy and muscular body, when naked, undoubtedly gave people a strong visual impact. His strong yet slender physique radiated boundless energy and boundless passion. Song Yalin's gaze involuntarily lingered on his firm, large buttocks.

Lin Tianlong turned around, holding a glass of juice, and walked over: "Here, Sister Song, have some juice!"

Song Yalin hurriedly lowered her head to take the glass, not daring to look directly at his naked body, her cheeks already slightly flushed. Song Yalin sipped her juice, her expression serious as she looked down at the food on the table.

Lin Tianlong watched, leaning slightly forward, his gaze locking onto hers, making her feel immense pressure. After a long while, he said, "Sister Song, eat something first, and I'll take you home after you finish."

Song Yalin remained silent. She had experienced too much yesterday, having been with a much younger man, who was also her boss, the executive dean. The memory of Lin Tianlong's sticky, wet hands groping and scratching her body, of his ugly weapon moving in and out of her jade-like body while she writhed naked beneath him, filled her with extreme humiliation and disgust. It was like a recurring nightmare!

"How did I become like this?" Song Yalin felt as if a lead weight was pressing down on her heart, making it hard to breathe. She

had been forced into a relationship with Lin Tianlong, to save her husband, threatened and implied by him to possess her body. Although she couldn't control her body's natural reactions and even yielded at times, the intense humiliation of being raped remained. But how could she have willingly given this young man a massage and made love last night? He didn't force her, and he rarely spoke, yet she willingly let him into her body! His allure, his teasing, his flirting brought such intense pleasure that she couldn't resist his body.

She forgot everything, forgot her husband Liu Dong, forgot time, and completely melted into his arms. She was utterly intoxicated by his strength and hardness.

"But, Mr. Lin, didn't you say..." Song Yalin suddenly remembered the purpose of her trip, "I...I have something to do, I won't eat." She hurriedly stood up to grab her clothes from the side.

"Oh?" Lin Tianlong looked at the blushing face of this married woman with interest. He knew, of course, what she meant by "something." "Is it something important?" he asked her gently in a low voice.

Song Yalin held her clothes, hesitating about where to change. She wanted to ask Lin Tianlong to leave, but how could she bring it up? She had just been naked in his arms, and now she was asking him to leave? After all, he was the man she had been intimate with!

"I...Young Master Lin, you promised me...today..." She stammered, her heart pounding, "But...I can't possibly wear clothes in front of him, can I?" Her body beneath her bathrobe remained completely naked.

"Oh! I promised you. What's up today?"

"You...you...promised me yesterday..." Song Yalin stammered in surprise.

Lin Tianlong noticed her astonishment, stood up, and walked behind her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders, his fingers feeling her small, rounded breasts through her bathrobe. He buried his nose deep in Song Yalin's hair, inhaling her delicate fragrance, and said gently, "Sister Song, what is it? Tell me. Since I promised, I will definitely help you."

Song Yalin's body went limp; she leaned against the young man's chest, not even noticing the dress she was holding falling to the ground. “I… my husband… Liu Dong… he works at Wen Zhongda’s Xinda Investment Center…”

“Don’t call me ‘you,’ just call me Tianlong.” Lin Tianlong’s hand quietly slipped into the wide neckline of her silk robe. Her bare breasts were firm and strong, easily encircled.

Her soft moans were gentle, and her hands were even gentler. She quickly felt the young man become excited again, his arms encircling her waist, and he gently untied the belt of her bathrobe. Song Yalin’s body trembled like a leaf in the wind. She didn’t know whether she should continue or refuse him.

Lin Tianlong’s hands gently caressed her snow-white, slender neck. The beautiful neck of the married woman had graceful lines.

“He was implicated in Wen Zhongda’s case, he was arrested. They say it’s commercial crime.”

“Oh!” Listening casually, Lin Tianlong gently peeled open Song Yalin’s bathrobe, revealing her jade-like shoulders, and lovingly planted a kiss on them.

Song Yalin's small hands instinctively clenched the collar of her bathrobe tightly; she couldn't do this. Lin Tianlong patiently peeled back her collar little by little, gently whispering in her ear, "Sister Song, I know about this. You told me yesterday, and I did promise you..."

Song Yalin's crystalline breasts were now exposed. Her two mounds, like freshly peeled chicken heads, stood erect and glistening.

"Sister Song, I'm just helping you, because I can do anything for you."

Song Yalin's arms fell limply to her sides, her bathrobe already removed. Her snow-white body was once again naked before him. The young man behind her gently embraced her; he was undoubtedly naked as well, his masculine chest firm and hot, the woman's round, pert buttocks touching his hard, hot member. His lips lightly kissed her flushed, burning cheeks.

The moment the young man's moist lips touched her cheek, Song Yalin couldn't help but tremble slightly from the inside out, almost letting out a moan. Her legs went weak, as if losing all strength and about to slide down.

Lin Tianlong's hands slid up her breasts, freely grasping her soft, white, full breasts.

"Mmm..." Song Yalin could feel her nipples hardening and erecting, her legs numb and weak, as she nestled helplessly in his arms.

The area where the young man was pressing tightly against her buttocks was undergoing a significant change. Lin Tianlong's hands gently kneaded her bare breasts. A familiar electric current flowed through her limbs from the swollen tips.

The moment he touched her newly erect nipples, Song Yalin's breathing became rapid and heavy; the desire that had been suppressed for days instantly made her blood boil. At this moment, his right index and middle fingers, wrapped around her full, high breasts, pinched her engorged nipples, gently teasing them.

"No... I can't..." Song Yalin's long eyelashes fluttered as she whispered, "Don't do this." Her waist twisted slightly, her hot, slippery, naked body struggling weakly in his arms, her plump, round buttocks rubbing against his desire, making him even more eager to burst!

Lin Tianlong's hands cupped Song Yalin's breasts, enveloping the two soft, round mounds of jade. His palms were filled with the elasticity and fullness of her plump, firm breasts as he gently kneaded them. The smooth, soft touch mingled with Song Yalin's increasingly heavy breathing. Her lower abdomen rose and fell in rapid, rhythmic motions, every inch of her fair skin undulating with the excitement.

"Mmm...no...I can't..." Tormented by both desire and shame, the young married woman weakly pleaded with the young man. Perhaps her earlier indulgence was due to her sensitivity, her inability to resist his seduction. The guilt of infidelity and betrayal still filled her heart, but in this situation, allowing him to continue would be a naked exchange! An exchange of bodies!

Song Yalin's small hands weakly grasped his large hands that were kneading and caressing her breasts, attempting a final act of resistance. Only now did Song Yalin realize how sensitive and vulnerable she was in front of him. Whether it was the gentle licking and nibbling behind her ears and on her neck, or the teasing and caressing of her chest and abdomen, it always filled her with overwhelming desire, giving

her a blissful, cloud-like feeling. If he continued, she feared she would be powerless to resist his intense physical desires and would be completely at his mercy! "Sister Song, I like you, I want you." Lin Tianlong's hot breath in her ear made her dizzy. Her resisting hands grew weaker and weaker, almost becoming his own, caressing her breasts!

"No..." Song Yalin murmured unconsciously, her eyes half-closed, her pert, round buttocks defying her will, unconsciously twisting and rubbing against the boy's hardness.

Unexpectedly, Lin Tianlong's hands slid down her full breasts, cupping her plump, pert buttocks, gently parting her thighs, and lowering himself slightly. His large, hot tip was already pressed against the entrance of her secret place. For a moment, Song Yalin had no time to consider the intention behind this sudden action, but was overwhelmed by a surging tide of desire, her already wet lips twitching uncontrollably.

In just two or three seconds, Song Yalin's mind and body simultaneously experienced completely opposite sensations. Tragically, in the end, her body, summoned by an even stronger excitement, made her lose control and respond, wanting a more robust and substantial fullness to fill the surging blood and unbearable itching within her.

"Ah..." Lin Tianlong's hand, which had been covering his buttocks, slowly withdrew and embraced Song Yalin's shapely waist, letting her smooth, firm back skin press against his firm chest. His hands encircled the woman's naturally slender waist, his hips gently pressing against hers.

"Ah..." Song Yalin gasped uncontrollably as the large, thick penis of the boy behind her slowly entered. The intense physical stimulation transformed into a surge of pleasure coursing through every part of her body. Song Yalin's petite upper body arched forward in a graceful curve, her full breasts, temporarily freed from his grasp, trembled with astonishing elasticity, like two exquisite jade bells inverted on her leaning, fair chest, the two peaks adorned with striking cherry-red nipples!

Her slender waist bent alluringly, her delicate, snow-white buttocks unable to escape his penetration, instinctively arching upwards like a white target, the boy's thick member thrusting into its bullseye, the plump, white flesh taut, creating alluring dimples.

Lin Tianlong gripped her crystalline waist tightly, continuing to penetrate Song Yalin's tender flesh, bit by bit. So tight! So wet! So good!

"Please... I can't..." Song Yalin had given up resisting, her head weakly resting against Lin Tianlong's chest, murmuring a plea that sounded almost like a sob.

Chapter 479 Soul-Stirring Song Yalin

Lin Tianlong's heart suddenly ached. He lowered his head and looked lovingly at the beautiful woman in his arms. The first thing that caught his eye was Song Yalin's two round, perky, naked, and extremely alluring breasts, and her erect nipples. His heart fluttered, but through her loose hair, he saw that this pure and beautiful young married woman's brows were tightly furrowed, and her half-open eyes held two lines of crystal tears while a flame of desire flickered in them. Her face flushed even redder, her lips parted wide, and she breathed heavily, murmuring a plea to him.

Her pitiful and alluring appearance was heartbreaking.

He stopped, tightly embracing her delicate body, and lowered his head to kiss away the heartbreaking tears at the corners of Song Yalin's eyes, softly saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sister Song, I like you so much, I want you so much." Suppressing his throbbing desire, Lin Tianlong withdrew from the woman's body. He turned her around, gently holding her in his arms. The woman's smooth, voluptuous flesh teased his senses. He kissed her thin, cherry-like lips, which were salty from her tears: "Sister Song, let me help you. Okay? I'll help you."

The woman's snow-white body trembled uncontrollably, naked and curled up in his arms. The helpless, desperate, and shy expression on her exquisitely beautiful face was heartbreaking! Song Yalin leaned weakly against the young man's arms, their naked bodies still stained with the remnants of passion. A dizzying sensation gripped her strength, and lying naked in the arms of this man who wasn't her husband, she felt a strange peace and a touch of attachment.

His heartbeat was so strong and firm! His hot body was strong, as steadfast as a mountain! His naked skin seemed to possess some inexplicable magnetic force, drawing her in, making her unwilling to leave, wanting to drift off to sleep like a baby. Her heart was still pounding, her breathing still rapid and difficult to control. She felt like a young girl in the throes of first love, nervous, excited, tense, and shy in front of her beloved. She was filled with longing for his body!

She was Liu Dong's wife, how could she have a physical relationship with another man! This was infidelity, cheating! But he was like a prince charming from a dream, capable of giving her such a thrill, this big boy could bring her such intense pleasure. Like in a dream, she almost didn't want to wake up... intoxicated in the near-death darkness of intense pleasure.

Song Yalin breathed softly, obediently lying on her chest, her two full breasts full of alluring elasticity, hot against her. He quietly held her naked body, gently stroking her glistening bare back, slender waist, and round, pert buttocks with his ten fingers.

The young married woman in his arms sat quietly, breathing softly and trembling slightly. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently. Lin Tianlong was truly reluctant to part with this young woman. He loved to conquer, to conquer other men's wives, to conquer faithful young women. He was young and strong, possessing superb skills and inexhaustible energy in bed. He could make any woman ecstatic and limp beneath him. Only by making a woman like Song Yalin willingly offer her body could he experience the unparalleled pleasure and climax of conquest!

"You, you turn around, I want to get dressed."

"Sister Song, I'll watch you get dressed." Lin Tianlong sat close to her, whispering sweetly in her ear, his arms secretly wrapping around her again. Song Yalin broke free from him, grabbed the clothes scattered beside her, and glared at him reproachfully. Was this young man truly her nemesis? He was always so gentle, yet so shameless, leaving her helpless.

Her pretty face flushed crimson as she helplessly looked at the naked young man, angry at his shamelessness, yet unable to meet his eyes!

He stood there, half-leaning, half-naked, displaying himself triumphantly! Song Yalin was momentarily at a loss, clutching her clothes, standing there coyly in her bathrobe. "If I'm dressed like this, he'll see everything," she thought to herself, a slight groan escaping her lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she was startled to see that the man's erection was swaying precariously. A familiar heat surged from her lower abdomen to the top of her head.

Her mind was in turmoil! Her female instincts told her to quickly put on her clothes, to get away from this dangerous place, away from this dangerous young man! But to put on clothes meant taking off her only garment, the bathrobe, in front of him... Her heart pounded. Her cheeks burned. A familiar feeling was slowly spreading. In fact, just now... what part of her body hadn't he seen, hadn't he kissed? His fingertips had glided over every inch of her skin, every corner.

Song Yalin could almost feel the flutter in her heart from the young man. She could barely control herself. She groaned inwardly

, "Never mind, hurry up and put on your clothes." She knew her fragile nerves couldn't withstand any more stimulation or teasing.

Turning her back to him, Song Yalin's hands trembled as she untied the sash of her bathrobe. Her heart was pounding. Her petite body trembled shyly.

The bathrobe slipped down, and Song Yalin, with her back to him, was completely naked. Her breathtakingly naked body was once again presented before the young man. Her entire body was as white as jade, without a single flaw, without an ounce of excess fat. Her snow-white, crystalline body was petite yet full. Her bare back was like jade.

Her waist was slender and rounded. Two beautiful curves extended downwards, resembling a beautiful buttocks—such full, rounded, and beautiful buttocks were undoubtedly rare among Eastern women.

Her legs were straight and slender. Her long, dazzling pink legs were as white and smooth as milk. The rounded lines bulged outwards, connecting to her breathtakingly round and full buttocks. Those plump, snow-white buttocks were exquisitely rounded, full and slightly perky, enough to scorch the nerves of any normal man. Song Yalin was once again completely naked before Lin Tianlong. Lin Tianlong stared intently at Song Yalin, his gaze ambiguous.

Holding his breath, his erection was already throbbing! Long Zhiyao gazed steadily at her, a few strands of hair falling across her forehead, her delicate face, small nose, and slightly upturned lips. He couldn't help but sigh, "You're so beautiful!"

Song Yalin's cheeks flushed. She frantically rummaged through her clothes, feeling somewhat flustered at being naked before this young man. She opened her mouth, but seeing the young man's sincere expression, she sensed he was genuinely praising her, so a blush appeared on her face, and she pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Long Zhiyao added, "Sister Song, your lips are beautiful too." He continued to flatter her shamelessly, "Your voice just now sounded like a nightingale singing in the willows, so lovely."

Song Yalin blushed, glanced at him, but remained silent, knowing this little rascal was trying to seduce her. She hurriedly put on her thong, her legs so weak she could barely stand. The game would continue! A smug smile crept onto his lips.

Lin Tianlong drove Song Yalin back to the city. The two didn't speak the entire way; a silent atmosphere filled the car.

"Sister Song, is your husband good to you?" Lin Tianlong suddenly asked.

This question caught Song Yalin off guard. In her confusion, she could only answer truthfully, "He... he's quite good to me. It's just..."

"Oh, so... I'm just a tool you used for exchange?"

The sudden, sharp question pierced her heart. Song Yalin's chest tightened. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn't utter a sound. How could she answer? Should she tell him that she had been seduced into this situation? Or should she tell him that she already had some inexplicable feelings for him?

"It's okay, I don't mind. Sister Song, I like you." Lin Tianlong turned and smiled at Song Yalin, his white teeth seemingly gleaming in the sunlight.

Song Yalin's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected this young man to be so reluctant to let her go. Her inner struggle repeatedly succumbed to her inexplicable feelings for him, and his frank expression left her feeling helpless.

"I really can't..."

"No need to say anything, I know, I'll know my limits." Lin Tianlong freed his right hand from the steering wheel and slowly but firmly pulled Song Yalin close, kissing her left cheek.

Song Yalin's cheeks burned. She didn't resist, nestling in his arms. Song Yalin curled up on the young man's lap like a cat, her eyes closed. The masculine scent emanating from the fabric gave her an unprecedented feeling of dizziness and comfort. Not long ago, such actions would have only aroused her wariness and rejection, but now, she couldn't let go of Lin Tianlong!

For Song Yalin now, the past 24 hours—first at the Yandushan Resort, then at the Dream World massage parlor, and just now in a Dream World room—have been the most daring, passionate, and thrilling day of her life. For Song Yalin to come, this is only the beginning of her tragic ordeal, as a series of nightmares will follow. If she could do it all over again, she would undoubtedly make different choices. But it's too late; the gears of fate have already begun to turn.

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Liu Dong quickly returned home to her surprise. He was exempted from prosecution, spared all liability, and luckily kept his job. What surprised him most was that Lin Tianlong, the young master of the Chinese Media Group, had acquired Xinda Investment Center. Instead of criticizing his mistakes, Lin Tianlong proactively spoke with him, urging him to let go of his burdens, start afresh, correct his errors, and strive for improvement.

He felt incredibly lucky. He didn't know how much his young wife, Song Yalin, had sacrificed for him!

Life seemed to have returned to normal, everything running smoothly as if nothing had happened.

But what about people's hearts?

These past few days, Song Yalin's mind had been in turmoil. Her parents and teachers had always taught her to be loyal to her marriage, which allowed her to suppress her impulses and desires even after experiencing such physical humiliation and pleasure. But now, Song Yalin found herself feeling a slight aversion to herself.

As her thoughts gradually cleared, Song Yalin was startled to realize that her obvious desire for his body was something she had never felt before. Without the alluring fragrance of a flower, there would be no bees! Her cherishing of love had made Song Yalin, since she was young and naive, almost always able to maintain her defenses against the advances of suitors. Even her first love, in moments of intense passion, could not breach her final barrier… After marriage, she never imagined she would be with another man, especially a nineteen-year-old boy, and even more so, her direct superior, the executive dean Lin Tianlong.

But after that day's encounter, this proud adherence seemed so pretentious.

"What am I to do, this sinful woman!" Song Yalin muttered to herself, as several passersby stopped to look at her. Shame, self-blame, escapism, and repression followed, engulfing Song Yalin like waves.

"It feels like a dream. Is this happiness?" Song Yalin leaned against the edge of the bathtub after returning home, staring blankly at the steamy bathroom. The relaxation of her body and mind brought her immense comfort, but the mental fatigue seemed unrelieved.

Her past life flashed before her like a slideshow: the love and care of her parents and teachers, her vibrant school life, her success at work, and her handsome, gentle husband. Then came everything that had happened in just a few days. Humiliation, insult, shame, helplessness, desire, climax, passion. All of it was mixed together.

And then there was that boy named Lin Tianlong. His image always floated vaguely in her mind. She had given everything a woman could give to save her husband, and these sacrifices were something Liu Dong absolutely could not know.

"Anyway, Liu Dong is alright now." Thinking of her husband, Song Yalin recalled the scene when he confessed his love to her years ago. In that instant, it felt as if angels were flying above her. It wasn't the first time a boy had confessed his feelings; beautiful girls were never short of suitors. But this feeling of being moved was something she had never experienced before.

She was so young then, full of longing for love. Liu Dong was the most outstanding boy in school, her senior.

Song Yalin's heart pounded. She remembered almost nothing after that. She only remembered that they had agreed to go to the movies together the day after tomorrow, and then, back in her dorm, she tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, eagerly anticipating their date. Such pure feelings!

Suddenly, the face of a boy with a perpetually mischievous glint in his eye flashed into her mind. "Why is it him again?" Song Yalin groaned anxiously. Lately, the image of Lin Tianlong, that boy, was constantly haunting her, filling her with indescribable sorrow. She had repeatedly warned herself that he was a dangerous boy, that he was only interested in her body! That

he wanted to possess her! But why couldn't she hate him? This feeling was so complicated.

Warm water kissed her snow-white body. His hands were so gentle. Her slender, spring-like fingers slid across his high, firm chest.

So hot!

So hot!

It felt like his kiss, his hand. Song Yalin suddenly realized she could never forget him!

Her slender hand unconsciously kneaded the tender, rounded mounds on her chest. Her other hand quietly slid down, her fingertips digging into the dark green grass between her legs.

"Mmm..." she murmured softly, her hazy eyes closing slightly, her long eyelashes trembling as she smiled dreamily.

Her lovely, white teeth shyly bit her cherry-red lips.

His passion! His heat! His fiery passion! His hardness! His size! All the intense sensations seemed to surface instantly from the deepest recesses of her memory, swelling and surging within her...

"Xiaorou, are you alright? Why did you take so long to shower?" The knock on the door pulled Song Yalin back to reality from her reverie.

"Why did I think of him?" She felt so ashamed that she had actually thought of another man! "Uh, I'm done showering." Song Yalin grabbed a towel and dried herself, as if waking from a dream. "It's your turn to wash!" Song Yalin dried her wet hair and opened the door to let her husband, Liu Dong, in.

Her fair skin, flushed and alluring after being soaked in hot water, looked enticing. Gazing at his wife's radiant beauty, Liu Dong couldn't resist wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind, his hands roaming freely.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Song Yalin's already flushed face turned even redder, her heart pounding. She was afraid her husband would discover her secret.

"What does it matter? We're an old married couple, it'll be over

soon." "Who said we're an old married couple? You can wait here." Song Yalin giggled and pushed Liu Dong inside.

"Take your time washing!" Song Yalin picked up the hairdryer and sat at the vanity to dry her wet hair.

Helpless, Liu Dong had no choice but to obediently close the door and shower. Would he wash slowly and carefully? Of course not. The "intimate moments" he'd been anticipating for days had already made him incredibly aroused; he just wanted to quickly rinse off and be done with it. He only knew his beloved wife was extremely clean; otherwise, he would have already pounced on her like a hungry tiger.

"So comfortable!" Song Yalin lay on the bed, the soft light reflecting on her smooth, naked body, giving it a faint sheen. A hand slowly traced the curves of her breasts from their base to their peaks, creating an indescribable sense of beauty.

Yet, her heart was far from calm. Since regaining her freedom, Liu Dong's luck had been extraordinary. She had not only landed a job at a larger company, the Chinese Media Group, but was also highly valued and received a significant salary increase.

However, she kept thinking about Lin Tianlong's words: "Sister Song, if I can't love you, I only hope you can always be happy." Could it be him? Lin Tianlong's sad yet strikingly handsome face flashed through her mind again. He was undoubtedly capable of doing it. Otherwise, how could Liu Dong be so lucky? A pang of pain shot through her heart; he was so foolish. He had silently done all this for her, just to make her happy!

As if remembering something, Song Yalin got up, took out her underwear from the wardrobe, and slowly put it on. Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Yalin sighed inwardly. "What about me? Will I really be happy?"

"Rou'er, I'm ready! I'm coming!" Liu Dong's impatient voice came from the bathroom, pulling her back from her reverie.

Song Yalin blushed as she looked at her alluring body in the mirror, hurriedly dressed, and tiptoed to the bathroom door to listen for any sounds inside. The sound of running water stopped, and through the glass, a blurry figure was dressing. Song Yalin quickly lay back on the bed, turning to her side and pretending to close her eyes. Like a sleeping beauty lying on her back, waiting for her prince's kiss.

After waiting for a long time without receiving the prince's kiss, Song Yalin opened her eyes and turned to her side to see what was going on. Suddenly, a figure pounced on her.

"Ah! You're so annoying." Before she could finish speaking, a warm tongue had already probed inside. "Mmm... mmm..." sounds kept coming from her mouth, which had been passionately taken over. "You rascal!" Song Yalin breathed heavily, pinched her husband's cheek, paused for a moment, and then her two soft, moist lips pressed against his again. Song Yalin completely ignited her husband's passion, responding fervently to her repeated kisses… their tongues intertwined, their breaths growing hotter and more rapid. Song Yalin's soft body pressed closer and closer; the sudden contact, combined with the man's scent, gradually made her weak, her arms limply encircling Liu Dong's neck.

"You almost melted me," Liu Dong said, smiling as he rested his head on one hand, gazing at his angelic wife.

Song Yalin, her face flushed with desire, teased, "Want more?"

"Of course!" Liu Dong pounced again, pressing Song Yalin's half-naked body tightly beneath him. His hands began to roam freely, tracing the fullness of her breasts. He skillfully pushed aside her bra, grasping her firm, round breasts.

"Ah…" Song Yalin moaned.

Liu Dong gently but quickly kneaded his wife's bare, firm breasts. Her hands pushed him away weakly; the delicate skin and sensitive nipples were incredibly alluring. Liu Dong buried his face between her soft breasts, his tongue greedily sucking on the delicate nipple, his tongue circling and swirling around it, while his other hand conquered the other peak, alternating between the two, his hands and mouth working in turn.

Song Yalin grew increasingly excited, her lower body beginning to writhe. Soft, indistinct whispers escaped from her lips. "Liu Dong, Liu Dong," Song Yalin softly called her husband's name, but Liu Dong, burning with desire, paid no heed to her words, focusing solely on his assault. His wife's delicate and alluring demeanor completely ignited his masculine lust. He wanted to release! He wanted to release now! Liu Dong grasped his wife's slender feet, lifting her long legs high.

"Mmm..." Song Yalin obediently responded to her husband, her long, tightly pressed legs being crossed by him, her knees almost touching her breasts. The woman moaned, her round buttocks arching upwards, welcoming the man. A pair of semi-transparent, lace-trimmed, sexy panties clung tightly between her legs. How she longed for a man to gently caress her, to kiss her.

"Ah..." Liu Dong pulled down the panties covering Song Yalin's round buttocks, but didn't pull them off completely, only revealing her delicate skin. Song Yalin moaned. She seemed to see that man again in her mind. She could almost feel the gentle invasion of his tongue. Her snow-white, round buttocks swayed gently, a natural reaction of a woman aroused.

Liu Dong's eyes were bloodshot; his wife's erotic posture made him lose control immediately. In college, Song Yalin was practically the dream girl of every boy in the school. Liu Dong's ability to marry such a beauty was the envy of countless young talents.

He didn't know how much effort he had put in to successfully win her heart. And her body. Every feeling, experience, and progress he had with her was an enduring topic of conversation in the boys' dormitory. For him at that time, his exceptionally outstanding girlfriend made him quite proud. And the young and ignorant boy, in his vanity, vividly described everything about his girlfriend to his classmates, everything that interested them.

Chapter 480 A Lavish Lunch Luo Meiqi

He even thoroughly enjoyed this vanity back then, because his girlfriend was the undisputed school beauty! A girl as delicate as a daffodil! Countless boys dreamed of having such a girlfriend! The shallow young man proudly boasted to his roommates about every detail of his interactions with Song Yalin. He generously provided those hormone-fueled young men with erotic gossip to share late at night.

He proudly showed off her beauty, her obedience, her sensitivity. He vividly described the wonderful feel of her body. He even deliberately told his roommates about the alluring shapes and colors of certain parts of this pure and refined junior's body. He then derives immense satisfaction from their gasps and restless nights!

Those young men were incredibly envious of him, and of course, incredibly curious and concerned about what she was like in bed. Of course, Liu Dong also had a deep regret, because before him, Song Yalin had a boyfriend, that lucky guy, who was her first man. That despicable guy deflowered her!

He had even witnessed them making love, and he had clearly seen that damned basketball captain's thick, long penis thrusting between Song Yalin's fair buttocks. He didn't care about any of that; she was so beautiful, so alluring. To get her, Liu Dong wouldn't care about anything!

His first time with Song Yalin was on the dormitory bed. When he saw her naked, incredibly seductive young body, he almost ejaculated on the spot. It was then that Liu Dong realized how wonderful making love with Song Yalin could be!

Liu Dong pulled down his underwear, pulled out his erect penis, which throbbed rapidly, almost on the verge of ejaculation!

He preferred a rougher approach to sex, even though he knew Song Yalin was so delicate and sensitive. His deliberate roughness seemed to be an attempt to dispel the image that had long haunted his mind: his naked wife writhing and moaning beneath a strange man.

"Ah..." Song Yalin cried out softly, and Liu Dong had already penetrated her deeply. Song Yalin's body folded to its limit, and Liu Dong's hard, hot member instantly swelled. Her half-naked buttocks trembled, gently responding to the man's strength.

An electric shock of pleasure shot through her from head to toe. Liu Dong pulled out, panting. Then he thrust in deeply again!

"Ugh..." Song Yalin bit her husband's shoulder, desperately trying to suppress her high-pitched gasps. The intense pleasure made Liu Dong recklessly thrust in to the deepest point. The same intense pleasure also made Song Yalin unable to control the lingering moans that escaped her lips. Song Yalin's snow-white, full buttocks involuntarily arched upwards, her soft waist trembling continuously. The feeling of ecstasy began to spread. Spread rapidly. Crystalline fluid seeped out...

"Ah..." Stimulated by a premonition that his whole body was about to explode, Liu Dong finally couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out violently, and thick, white semen spurted out. It sprayed towards Song Yalin's naked, pert buttocks. He ejaculated between her disheveled legs.

As if plummeting from a peak to the ground, Song Yalin's petite, white body trembled violently, panting, helplessly enduring the man's essence. She couldn't remember how many times this had happened; just as she began to enjoy the pleasure of sex, Liu Dong would finish. She was still halfway up the mountain, sometimes even at the foot, while Liu Dong had already crashed down, leaving her to endure the torment of lust.

Panting, Liu Dong asked triumphantly, "Rou'er, am I good?" His fingers rubbed between his wife's legs, enjoying this erotic, almost obscene scene. His sticky white semen clung to his wife's swollen, blooming petals. His fingertips slid through her muddy crevice. In his mind, however, it was like countless replays of an old photograph: a blurry-faced man ejaculating his seed between the legs of the young Song Yalin.

Song Yalin's white, shapely legs still trembled slightly from the previous pleasure, but the desire within her had receded rapidly like a tide. Concealing her deep disappointment, Song Yalin forced a smile, a gesture of approval for her husband.

After reaching his climax, Liu Dong quickly collapsed beside her, naked, and drifted off to sleep. A strange anxiety and resentment welled up in Song Yalin's heart. The sticky feeling between her legs only intensified her discomfort. In a fit of pique, she pushed away Liu Dong's legs, which were draped over her, and got up to go into the bathroom.

Standing on the bathroom floor, she reached for the showerhead, letting the warm water flow. Song Yalin wiped the water droplets from the mirror. Her reflection shone in the mirror.

"Sister Song, I love your dimples when you smile." She seemed to hear Lin Tianlong's words again, as if he had held her face in his hands. A sudden tremor ran through Song Yalin. A burning flame seemed to ignite in her chest. Not only her chest, but her entire body felt warm.

She stood there, lost in thought, staring blankly into space. She stood before the mirror, looking at herself. She was now a fully mature woman.

Her breasts were full and firm, her waist slender, her legs straight and long, and her skin smoother than satin. Moving her gaze slightly downwards, looking down from above, her delicate 35C breasts, while not exceptionally large, were two round, plump mounds of alabaster, like ripe, pink peaches with rosy tips. In proportion to her figure, they appeared perfectly proportioned, extremely alluring. Even she herself found it difficult to find a single flaw in herself, and sometimes, even when she looked at herself, she felt a flutter in her heart.

What was that young man thinking when he looked at her? The door was closed, and warm water flowed quietly over her milky-smooth, snow-white skin, like the gentle hands of a young man. Suddenly, she felt her whole body heat up. She couldn't stop herself from thinking further, couldn't stop the impulse within her! Could association and impulse be one of the most wonderful experiences?

Song Yalin's hand, gently and slowly, slid up her rounded waist. The showerhead pressed against her chest, finally touching her own breasts with her hand. Her index finger flicked her nipple, and the once soft tip sensitively hardened.

Song Yalin's eyes were half-closed, and the feeling of being caressed by Lin Tianlong slowly surfaced in her mind. The boy's hands, the boy's passion. Suddenly, the imagined boy's face gradually became clear, seemingly transforming into Lin Tianlong. A tangled feeling welled up in her chest. Although not painful, it tingled and spread throughout her body. Even her delicate nipples hardened instantly. Song Yalin cupped her pert breasts from below, pressing the showerhead against the tip of her nipples while slowly kneading her entire chest.

"Mmm..." Song Yalin unconsciously let out a soft moan, her nipples, as if kissed and sucked, gradually becoming erect and sculpted, the two pink nipples now turning almost dark red. This was due to the intense pleasure causing engorgement and swelling.

The passion of that devilish boy was familiar and uncontrollable. The showerhead moved down from her chest, the warm water washing over her lower abdomen. This wasn't the first time she'd done this. When she was a young girl, though she knew it was wrong, she secretly enjoyed this forbidden pleasure. This behavior, which she had stopped after entering society, had inexplicably returned after marriage, especially recently, particularly after her husband's return.

Song Yalin was unaware that her body had changed; Lin Tianlong, this young man, had fully explored Song Yalin's body and desires, allowing her to fully experience sensory stimulation.

People say that a newlywed woman's body seems to exude an alluring charm, teasing and seducing the senses of men who follow her scent. Although this isn't a conscious signal from the woman herself. That's what mature charm is all about, isn't it?

And Lin Tianlong's deliberate teasing and provocation undoubtedly deeply seduce a woman's body and emotions! Song Yalin's forehead pressed weakly against the wall. Her soft moans were drowned out by the steaming vapor. Her bare legs were tightly pressed together,

trembling. Slowly drying herself, Song Yalin put on her underwear and looked at her half-naked reflection in the mirror. Her skin was smooth and delicate, from her breasts to her thighs, seemingly untouched by sunlight, appearing exceptionally white, especially her breasts, their vibrant sheen revealing blue veins. The small underwear perfectly concealed her nipples, the pale pink areolas and small nipples only accentuating the roundness and fullness of her breasts, making them even more alluring.

The thin panties couldn't conceal her full hips at all; the beautiful profile from her waist and hips to her legs was so alluring it could burn one's eyes. This was the underwear she wore when she first met Lin Tianlong. He so gently peeled off her underwear, bit by bit. The scene flashed before her eyes.

Song Yalin, her back to the mirror, gently caressed her bare, slender waist with her snow-white, soft hands. Gradually, they slid down.

"Mmm..." Her fingertips slipped into her panties, slowly pulling them down. Her watery eyes gazed hazily at her reflection in the mirror...

her panties shyly slipped down. Her round, pert buttocks were exposed. The snow-white, roundness of her thighs stirred even her own heart.

"He just like that..." Song Yalin's cheeks burned like fire, her two snow-white, round breasts heaving violently under her bra. Her naked lower body, even from behind, was so alluring. Her

small, white hands caressed her delicate, round buttocks. Her gaze gradually became ambiguous and hazy. Gazing at her snow-white body in the mirror, Song Yalin's heart pounded. Her waist swayed slightly, a familiar surge of desire washing over her.

Song Yalin cupped her bare, round buttocks in her hands, gently kneading them. What an exquisitely beautiful sight!

Her hands slid across her incredibly smooth skin. Song Yalin's face flushed, her long eyelashes fluttering, and she shyly parted her straight legs. Her mind was flooded with male passion, and her slender, spring-like fingers secretly slipped between her thighs. Her snow-white body trembled. Her legs were already tense.

"Ah..." The warm, moist sensation from the deepest part of her thighs reached her fingertips. Song Yalin moaned softly, her legs almost giving way. A strong desire for passion enveloped this woman. That big boy, his hands were even warmer. Even gentler.

Her husband, Liu Dong, slept soundly in bed. Song Yalin stood at the bedroom door, looking at his slightly frail, slender limbs, restless and unable to sleep. Closing the door, Song Yalin opened the refrigerator in the living room, took out a drink, and played the music from cocteautw-ins. She sat on the sofa, feeling somewhat restless. She wondered what was wrong with her today.

Perhaps it was the familiar melody that triggered these feelings. cocteautw-ins music—her first boyfriend had recommended it to her, and she hadn't expected to fall in love with this style so quickly, listening to it for so many years. Her

thoughts drifted back to that seemingly distant era, realizing that almost everything was so unforgettable, the memories so vivid, the emotions so palpable. Her first boyfriend was gone, her husband Liu Dong was like a fleeting cloud, only Lin Tianlong's every move increasingly occupied her mind and body, making her unable to resist, unable to extricate herself.

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Meanwhile, after dropping Song Yalin off at home, Lin Tianlong drove back to Dream World because he needed to visit Liu Zongshan to ask some questions, and of course, he also wanted to take the opportunity to see Professor Liu's beautiful wife, Luo Meiqi, and their precious son, Liu Xiaofei, who was a precocious child and a real headache.

Liu Xiaofei finished his homework last night and played games. When he woke up this morning, it was already past nine o'clock. He heard that Uncle Yadong had gone out and couldn't take him out to play, so he could sleep a little longer. Therefore

, his mother, Luo Meiqi, didn't wake him up. Thinking back on what happened last night, although it felt a little exciting for a moment, it also felt somewhat unreal. However, there shouldn't be any follow-up, and life will continue as beautiful as ever. When he went downstairs, his father, Liu Zongshan, was sitting on the sofa watching TV, chatting idly with his mother, Luo Meiqi. He didn't seem to be in very good spirits, and his hangover made him look a bit older. Compared to his mother, they really looked like a father and daughter!

His mother, Luo Meiqi, was wearing a loose t-shirt, which made her look quite plump and rounded, and tight jeans that stretched her plump, round buttocks tightly. At this moment, Liu Xiaofei's mother, Luo Meiqi, was mopping the floor, her back slightly bent, her body arched, highlighting the fullness and sexiness of her pink buttocks, making Liu Xiaofei feel an urge to grab them hard!

He absentmindedly greeted his parents, casually eating his breakfast, but his eyes followed the swaying of his mother's beautiful buttocks while listening to his parents' idle chatter.

His mother, Luo Meiqi, squatted down and seemingly casually mentioned yesterday's events to his father: "Honey, your friend Lin Tianlong brought you home late last night, and you ended up throwing up all over him. I've invited him over for lunch today. If it's convenient, could you invite him over later?" His father felt embarrassed and vaguely remembered yesterday's events, so he agreed.

At ten o'clock, Liu Xiaofei wanted to continue spying on his mother, Luo Meiqi, doing her exercises, only to realize that she hadn't exercised that morning for some reason. Somewhat disappointed, he headed towards the toilet. The toilet next to his bedroom was broken and hadn't been repaired yet, so he had to go to the one closer to his parents' bedroom. As he passed his parents' bedroom, he suddenly heard faint moans. He felt a jolt of energy, as if they were engaging in lewd acts in broad daylight… He quickly pressed his ear to the door, and heard his mother, Luo Meiqi, moaning like celestial music, “Mmm…mmm…ah…” In an instant, his penis sprang to life, and his hand unconsciously reached out to touch it. His mother Luo Meiqi's moans were far more beautiful than those of some Japanese adult film actresses—delicate, soft, and gentle, which Liu Xiaofei found incredibly stimulating. However, after only a couple of touches, he heard a short, deep male voice from inside, then it stopped abruptly. He knew it belonged to his father, Liu Zongshan.

Was it over? Before Liu Xiaofei could even regret arriving late and missing the exciting sex scene, his mother, Luo Meiqi, called out with a slightly resentful voice, "Honey, why was it even faster this time than last time? Less than two minutes!" "

I've been busy with my research lately, and I drank a lot yesterday, so I'm probably too tired. Let's try again tonight, okay?" his father, Liu Zongshan, replied somewhat guiltily.

His mother, Luo Meiqi, responded with a mixture of resentment and helplessness. Liu Xiaofei, hearing the sound of someone getting up, quickly slipped away. He was in big trouble if his mother found out!

Back in his room, his penis slowly softened, but a sudden urge to urinate surged up. He had intended to relieve himself earlier but had held it in.

Afraid of disturbing his parents' sleep, Liu Xiaofei tiptoed to the bathroom. The door was closed, but not locked properly, leaving a small gap of less than two centimeters. As he approached, the ethereal moans he had just heard echoed in his ears again.

The little boy's passion was aroused once again. Through the crack, he saw his mother, Luo Meiqi, sitting on the toilet with her eyes half-closed and an expression of ecstasy. A set of purple lingerie and his mother's fair and delicate skin simultaneously came into his view. A purple lace bra was piled up on his mother's breasts, and the purple lace panties, which barely covered anything, were pushed up to her calves.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...oh..." His mother, Luo Meiqi, kept kneading and circling her girlish pink areolas with one hand, while the other hand rubbed her genitals. His mother's pubic hair was not thick, but it wasn't too sparse either. The fuzzy hair was already muddy from the seeping fluid, making it look very lewd. What a

stroke of luck! What a stroke of luck! He never expected to have the chance to see his mother Luo Meiqi's beautiful body twice in two days!

Mom Luo Meiqi even has such sexy lingerie! Gazing at the beautiful sight before him, Liu Xiaofei vigorously rubbed his penis, listening to his mother Luo Meiqi's alluring moans and looking at her charming expression. In a moment of passion, he ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Perhaps due to excessive arousal, his crotch was completely soaked.

Inside, his mother Luo Meiqi's masturbation seemed to be reaching its end. "Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Mmm... I'm coming... I'm coming... Mmm... Lin Tianlong... Ah..." With a high-pitched moan, his mother Luo Meiqi's body first stiffened, her large breasts instantly rising and becoming even more prominent, then her body went limp, collapsing onto the toilet... However, the name his mother Luo Meiqi called out during her final climax made Liu Xiaofei's heart skip a beat, a vague unease creeping in... But his trust in his mother Luo Meiqi calmed him down slightly. Usually, many handsome male teachers and even students had expressed their affection for his mother Luo Meiqi, but she had never shown them any interest.

Father Liu Zongshan went out to pick up Lin Tianlong, while Mother Luo Meiqi was busy preparing a sumptuous lunch.

"Ding-dong..." As the doorbell rang, Mother Luo Meiqi had just placed the last dish on the table. Hearing the doorbell, she quickly went to the door, smoothed her bangs, and then opened the door with a smile, letting Father and Lin Tianlong in. From the deep amazement in Lin Tianlong's eyes, it was clear that she had dressed very well and pleased him.

It seemed that Luo Meiqi, the mother, had dressed up meticulously for lunch to make her father look good. She found a sexy pink short cheongsam that she hadn't worn in a long time. Her large breasts filled out the cheongsam perfectly, and the thin fabric could hardly conceal her ample bosom, which looked as if it was about to burst out of the dress. At the waist, the cheongsam's waist-cinching effect was fully displayed, making her slender waist look almost bent. Her sexy buttocks swayed in waves, round and perky. If it weren't for the fact that the hem of the cheongsam was slit all the way to the upper thigh, one might have thought that the cheongsam was in danger of bursting at any moment. Since the cheongsam was only a little past the knee, Luo Meiqi specially paired it with a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose. Her long and delicate thighs shimmered with a captivating luster under the tight stockings.

However, with stockings on, Luo Meiqi looked even more alluring, yet something about her made Liu Xiaofei feel uneasy… Lin Tianlong, of course, didn't hold back his praise, showering his mother Luo Meiqi with compliments. Luo Meiqi responded with giggles, her voice sweet and seductive. Standing behind her, Liu Xiaofei clearly saw Lin Tianlong's crotch twitch…

…His unease grew stronger…

Lunch began.

Although mainly to entertain Lin Tianlong, Luo Meiqi also prepared several of Liu Xiaofei's favorite dishes: crystal shrimp, shredded pork with garlic sauce, and Mapo tofu…! It was clear that Luo Meiqi doted on her precious son! Since they were all his favorite dishes, Liu Xiaofei ate heartily without a second thought.

The atmosphere at the dinner table seemed to be dominated by Lin Tianlong from the start. Although he was the younger brother of Liang Yadong, his father's student, he had only met his father a few times. However, with his deliberate attempts to ingratiate himself, the atmosphere at the dinner table remained lively, and everyone gradually became familiar with each other. Although Liu Xiaofei still disliked him because he couldn't stand the lecherous look Lin Tianlong gave his mother, Luo Meiqi, he had to admit that Lin Tianlong was indeed very witty and humorous. If Liu Xiaofei hadn't had some initial prejudice against him, he would have developed a liking for him as well!

Through their conversation, Luo Meiqi also learned a bit about Lin Tianlong. Lin Tianlong was only nineteen years old and the young master of the Huayi Media Group, which immediately impressed them. He was also a graduate of a Chinese medicine college and the executive director of Kanghua Hospital. He had practiced martial arts since childhood, and they heard that he had even defeated the captain and deputy captain of the criminal investigation team of the Yandu City Public Security Bureau. No wonder he had such a muscular and robust physique when they saw him last time!

When the conversation turned to Kanghua Hospital, Lin Tianlong took the opportunity to share some amusing anecdotes from his work as a doctor, mainly about treating surgical, orthopedic, and gynecological diseases, as well as his research on bodybuilding and fitness—he was a bodybuilding coach during his university years. Liu Xiaofei found it incredibly boring, but his mother, Luo Meiqi, was amused and giggled frequently, while his father, Liu Zongshan, listened with a smile.

However, Liu Xiaofei noticed that Lin Tianlong's eyes would occasionally steal glances at his mother Luo Meiqi's large breasts bouncing as she laughed heartily!

After telling a few jokes, Lin Tianlong suddenly asked casually, "Sister Meiqi, seeing how well you maintain your figure, do you often do bodybuilding exercises?"

"Yes, I try to maintain about forty minutes of yoga practice every day!" Luo Meiqi had heard his praise more than once, but each time she still blushed slightly, her voice becoming soft and sweet!

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