[Fantasy] The Amorous Crown Prince's Harem (Complete) - Chapters 34-36

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Chapter 121 The Party Secretary and the Mayor Discuss Birds

Fang Wanqiu and Chen Feiyang sat facing each other on the top floor of the attic. Chu Yunxiang, Chen Ruoyan, and Fang Yun'er chatted idly on the second-floor corridor, keeping a respectful distance from the two beautiful women at the pinnacle of power in Xijing City, serving as both guards and companions.

The Party Secretary and the Mayor didn't get to the main topic, but rather briefly outlined their respective work plans. Of course, it was just a brief chat. Just as they were about to begin the main topic of their meeting, they heard cries for help and laughter from their respective young masters and daughters coming from the pond

. The two beautiful women, who held power, smiled at each other, but each had their own thoughts. Chen Ruoyan and Fang Yun'er on the second floor reacted swiftly. Chen Ruoyan's beautiful figure was like a bullet pulled by a trigger, leaping directly from the second floor. Her jade arm grazed the eaves before landing on the first-floor corridor. With a twist of her waist, she disappeared behind the artificial hill like a wisp of white smoke, heading, naturally, towards the pond.

Fang Yun'er, seemingly eager to compete with Chen Ruoyan, didn't slack off. Seeing Chen Ruoyan take the lead, Fang Yun'er, having arrived first and already observed the surroundings, chose a shortcut. With a leap, she sprinted down the corridor, like a rabbit bursting from its den. She tiptoed over the railing, landing beside Chen Ruoyan. The two exchanged a knowing smile, each lost in their own thoughts, and headed straight for the pond.

Chu Yunxiang, somewhat dazzled, shook her head, thinking to herself: "Ah, youth is wonderful! Having a worthy opponent is a great joy in life. It's a pity my youth is already gone..."

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the pavilion, Fang Wanqiu, seemingly preparing for her impending confession, suddenly stared into Chen Feiyang's eyes, smiling alluringly: "Feiyang, as a mother, have you noticed anything wrong with Xiaoyu?"

"Yes? In what way?"

Chen Feiyang forced himself to remain calm, but inwardly he was already unsettled: Had this little lecher's reputation already spread?

"You haven't noticed yet?"

Fang Wanqiu smiled mysteriously, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Chen Feiyang naturally understood Fang Wanqiu's reason for being hesitant to speak, but her curiosity was also piqued, so she went along with it and urged, "Sister, tell me, oh no, Party Secretary, please point out that brat's faults. If he knew that the Party Secretary of Xi'an, a female magistrate, was also concerned about him, I wonder how happy he would be, hehe..."

Imagining that brat knowing that Aunt Fang was concerned about him, Chen Feiyang didn't need to think to guess how excited he would be. The noble and unfathomable Party Secretary of Xi'an was being disrespected by his son, what kind of pleasure would that be... Chen Feiyang couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.

"Then I'd better not say anything more. It seems that you know your son very well."

Fang Wanqiu took a sip of tea, noticing a momentary embarrassment on Chen Feiyang's beautiful face. "A municipal party secretary like you

, acting like a sister, is being so mysterious."

Chen Feiyang stopped there, implying that if she wasn't quick to get to the point, he might not cooperate when she got to the main issue later. "You're still the same as before, always so direct," Fang Wanqiu relented, becoming frighteningly direct. "Have you noticed that the thing in Xiaoyu's crotch is a bit... bizarre?" The atmosphere suddenly became strangely tense. The top two leaders of Xijing City exchanged glances, then both chuckled in unison, creating a rather intriguing scene. Chen Feiyang boldly guessed: Could it be that when did that brat let Fang Wanqiu see his terrifying thing? Or did he, like he did with her, shamelessly pester her to have a handjob? Or maybe it was oral sex? Thinking of these two bizarre words, Chen Feiyang felt her cheeks burning red, as if a wisp of air filled with the smell of male semen floated around her nose, making her heart race. Fang Wanqiu's imagination ran wild: judging from Chen Feiyang's reaction, she not only knew the terrifying size of Xiaoyu's manhood, but also was intimately familiar with it; perhaps some unspeakable secret had been revealed... The topics between twelve women are never-endingly bizarre for men, even between a female ministerial-level official and a female vice-ministerial-level official—gossip abounds. After a few seconds of awkward silence, dry laughter followed. Chen Feiyang felt quite embarrassed, but she knew Fang Wanqiu's predicament was no less. "Okay, I understand," Chen Feiyang said, passing the buck to Fang Wanqiu, aptly indicating her stance: willing to discuss "birds" with Secretary Fang, but how they discussed it was up to Secretary Fang to decide. "Eat, eat..." Fang Wanqiu knew that Chen Feiyang had given her the initiative, but since she had spoken, she wasn't afraid to take on this hot potato. Of course, she wouldn't let Chen Feiyang, the "mother," have an easy time either. "Tell me, how did you know? Don't you think he's abnormal?" "Maybe... it's hereditary, hehe," Chen Feiyang laughed shyly and noblely, steering the conversation towards the man who once dominated the capital. "But it's hard to verify, haha..." "Maybe, Yu Xintong really got a great deal," Fang Wanqiu said with a longing expression when talking about the two peerless beauties of the capital. "Do you know Long Yixiang? That thing about Xiaoyu?" "Maybe, I don't know." Chen Feiyang stared at Fang Wanqiu's eyes with interest. "Pfft... this is getting messy. If tens of millions of people in Xi'an knew we were talking about this, I wonder if we would be drowned in spittle, haha..." A high-ranking female official, once she put down her scepter and started gossiping, had a truly astonishing charm. Chen Feiyang's cheeks flushed with laughter, her eyes sparkling. The way she tossed her hair with her arm was particularly captivating. Her stunning beauty and unparalleled elegance, accentuated by her every gesture, revealed her full, high breasts. She possessed a noble and graceful air, exuding both elegance and the charm of a beautiful woman. "Unless you're too embarrassed to tell anyone, drowning is fine. To have seen such a bizarre thing in my lifetime is enough, hahaha..." Fang Wanqiu's words were even more direct and explicit, her laughter shaking uncontrollably. Where was the dignity of a female ruler? She laughed until tears welled in her eyes. Chen Feiyang shook his head helplessly, expressing his speechlessness at the Xijing female secretary, but couldn't help teasing her: "Didn't your brother-in-law come to visit last week? Sister, your sex drive is still so strong. Doesn't that prove the saying, 'Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger'? Hehe..." Fang Wanqiu was about to retort, but thinking of Wei Yinxiao's disability, she couldn't rub salt into Chen Feiyang's wounds no matter what. But suddenly, a crazy fantasy came to her mind, and it tormented her so much that she had to get it off her chest. But to make a more accurate guess, she needed to lay down bait: "He's old. This tigress will devour him whole, leaving not even bones. Hehe, by the way, Feiyang, Xiaoyu came to me last time because of Gu Xiancheng's abuse of connections with the public security and judicial system. Has it been dealt with?" "Take it slow," Chen Feiyang's expression turned serious when talking about work, but he stared at Fang Wanqiu meaningfully and asked, "That time?" Fang Wanqiu understood the meaning behind Chen Feiyang's words, and her bait had successfully piqued Chen Feiyang's interest: "Hmm, don't you know how much of a lecher your son is? Is it because you spoil him, or..." Chen Feiyang avoided the main point, covering his mouth and laughing as he asked, "Who provoked whom first?" "See, you're overthinking it, aren't you?"

Fang Wanqiu seemed lost in memories. "That brat offered to massage my back, but he made a fool of himself. I can't believe it! I'm a middle-aged woman, and a little kid actually reacted to me! You have no idea I'm over forty, I was so angry..."

"And then?"

Chen Feiyang crossed his arms, his large, full breasts prominently displayed.

Fang Wanqiu stared at Chen Feiyang's chest and chuckled, "So, out of concern as an elder, I touched him..."

Fang Wanqiu deliberately left the rest of her sentence unfinished, waiting for Chen Feiyang to clarify.

Chen Feiyang, being so astute, showed no exaggerated surprise, but his eyes narrowed as if trying to see right through Fang Wanqiu. He continued, "You discovered he's different from ordinary people?"

Seeing that Chen Feiyang wasn't fooled, Fang Wanqiu secretly admired her opponent's shrewdness; he was ruthless when necessary and decisive when needed.

Seemingly sensing the atmosphere was gradually stagnating, and that a conversation lacking sparks could easily lead to a dead end, Fang Wanqiu, of course, was a master at this: "Feiyang, don't you think Xiaoyu is a bit lecherous? Is

it related to his...thing?" "Is there any necessary connection?"

Chen Feiyang smiled, as if her son belonged to her, and so did his "big bird." Although Fang Wanqiu held more power in Xi'an, her son's exceptional talent was something even the municipal party secretary envied, and Chen Feiyang secretly felt smug.

Of course, Fang Wanqiu wouldn't let Chen Feiyang be so smug, and unexpectedly pressed, "I don't believe that brat isn't a little...interested in his stunningly beautiful mother, do you think?" Fang Wanqiu

emphasized the word "interested," making Chen Feiyang feel as if the embarrassment she had been trying so hard to hide had been exposed.

Chen Feiyang casually brushed a strand of hair aside, seemingly pondering a deal: "Sister, although Xiaoyu isn't my biological son, I don't have any other children. As for Xintong's situation... I won't go into too much detail. I hope we can set aside our social status. Besides, who would have thought we'd be working together in Xi'an one day? It's fate. And we can't forget our childhood friend, Xintong. So, I can be his mother, and I hope you won't treat him like an outsider and will still treat him as your own."

Fang Wanqiu carefully considered Chen Feiyang's words, hoping she fully understood. After a long pause, she said, "Do you know that Xintong is on this mountain behind us?"

Chen Feiyang wasn't surprised and nodded, saying, "I've heard about it, but I don't know why. I was told not to ask or interfere."

“Me too.”

Fang Wanqiu paused for a moment, then continued, “If, I mean if, one day Xintong regains her memory…”

Chen Feiyang’s brows furrowed slightly, but she quickly stated her opinion: “I hope that when Xiaoyu is returned to his rightful owner, he won’t be a spoiled son.”

Fang Wanqiu nodded almost imperceptibly and continued, “What about Ruoyan?”

“Everyone has been so unfair to this child.”

Chen Feiyang looked up at the lush green mountains.

The topic seemed a bit heavy, and Fang Wanqiu reverted to her usual self, raising an eyebrow and speaking with a flirtatious smile: “Feiyang, tell me, has Xiaoyu… um, has he…”

Seeing Fang Wanqiu’s blatant hint, Chen Feiyang almost blurted out her confession, but since she was facing her political opponent, she said half-jokingly, half-seriously, “Sister, let’s put this topic aside for now. I don’t want to let social status interfere with my feelings; it would be too restrictive. Besides, they wouldn’t want to see us all getting along, hehe…” Saying

“they,” Chen Feiyang pointed upwards with her slender, jade-like fingers. Fang Wanqiu understood, and couldn't help but sigh, "I have no choice, Feiyang. Today I wanted to get closer to you, to show you how tired I am. I'd rather be a housewife, a mother who's just as close to my daughter as I am. You won't laugh at my naivety, will you?"

Chen Feiyang felt the same way, but she wasn't one to easily admit defeat. She naturally steered the conversation to the main topic: "Sister, is it because of what happened the night before last?"

The night before last was the night of the surprise security check, the night they caught the Executive Vice Mayor Li Ming and the Deputy Director of the Municipal Party Committee Office Lou Haiyang, two big shots, engaged in prostitution at the Jingluo Wangqi Club.

Fang Wanqiu nodded: "What range do you plan to keep it within?"

Actually, everyone knew that even if such a matter were discussed at the Standing Committee meeting, it wouldn't get majority support. Chen Feiyang was just trying to get some bargaining chips.

However, whether it's Executive Vice Mayor Li Ming, or Zhu Heng, the third-in-command of Xi'an, along with Fang Wanqiu and Chen Feiyang, these four people represent four different factions. Chen Feiyang was demanding benefits from Li Ming and Zhu Heng, but now Fang Wanqiu is standing up for them.

Chen Feiyang certainly knows that Fang Wanqiu's current position is extremely awkward. It could be said that she single-handedly caused the Party Secretary to be in a passive position, and Chen Feiyang should feel guilty towards Fang Wanqiu.

After all, Fang Wanqiu is the top leader, the head of the household, and when family members have disagreements, it's, to put it bluntly, a sign of incompetence and a lack of control.

But as mayor, Chen Feiyang's suspicions about the city's security situation are not wrong. The key question is whether she intentionally or unintentionally caught two big fish, whether her actions were targeted or accidental.

No matter what, Fang Wanqiu had to step in, otherwise things would definitely get even more chaotic among the family members. But whatever the outcome, Fang Wanqiu couldn't afford to be universally liked and supported by all sides, because she would inevitably offend one side. She and Chen Feiyang were ministers from the Beijing faction, armed with imperial authority; the best option was to win over Chen Feiyang to threaten the other two local factions.

This was also one of Chen Feiyang's plans.

However, from Fang Wanqiu's perspective, she had thought about it all day yesterday but still couldn't come up with a perfect solution. The sense of responsibility and overall perspective of the class monitor and the deputy class monitor were very different. If

Chen Feiyang ruined Xijing, Fang Wanqiu would have to bear half the responsibility; but if Fang Wanqiu couldn't handle Xijing herself, Chen Feiyang's responsibility would be much less.

This was Chen Feiyang's second plan.

But Chen Feiyang hadn't expected Fang Wanqiu to immediately start discussing her son's private parts. Chen Feiyang knew Fang Wanqiu was playing the emotional card, but she couldn't bring herself to not share Fang Wanqiu's burdens, especially since it was Fang Wanqiu who had put the municipal party secretary in such a precarious position. "

If we're sisters, let's work together, communicate more, discuss more, and see if we can hold the line!" This was Fang Wanqiu's strategy, not really a strategy.

Political struggle, when analyzed, is essentially just playing house, because no matter the struggle, the main actors are people. People have emotions and desires, strengths and weaknesses, and therefore vulnerabilities that can be exploited. "

No desires, no strength?" Then you first need to determine if you truly have no desires. What about appetite?

"Sister, you tell me, you're the class monitor,"

Chen Feiyang probed.

Politeness and deference are not the behavior of a class monitor, much less a parent. Fang Wanqiu had already prepared her plan: "You want to get things done, you want efficiency, you want results, so you need people. Tell me your ideas."

"I'll treat you to lunch,"

Chen Feiyang joked, feeling triumphant.

Fang Wanqiu felt successfully pressured and gave a wry smile, "You might as well send that brat over to give me a massage, hehe, haha..."

Seemingly infected by Fang Wanqiu's open-mindedness despite setbacks, or perhaps having gained something unexpected today, Chen Feiyang looked at the ever-youthful and playful municipal party secretary and generously admitted, "Sister, actually, you could try teasing that kid. Xintong and I won't say anything, hehe, hehehehe..."

Chapter 122 Massage—The Municipal Party Secretary is Attacked.

The Teng sisters spent their first weekend in Xi'an City filled with embarrassment and anticipation.

The elder sister, Teng Shu, hadn't expected to so easily "persuade" her younger sister to agree to a taboo-ridden affair with her lecherous brother-in-law.

The younger sister, Teng Xiao, also hadn't expected to be so easily influenced by her sister, agreeing to a one-night stand with her brother-in-law who harbored ill intentions towards her.

Of course, their ability to persuade each other was based on the premise that there could be no actual "penetration" or "insemination"—otherwise, they wouldn't be the usually dignified and aloof Teng sisters.

Ambiguity, a slightly erotic ambiguity, was the bottom line for both sisters; it was a matter for discussion. Going further was something the elder sister, Teng Shu, was too ashamed to advise, and the younger sister was even more ashamed to accept.

But how things would ultimately develop was neither the elder sister's speculation nor the younger sister's definitive prediction.

They both thought to themselves: Who knows?

The unspoken secret, yet each knowing the truth, filled the preparations for the night with a tantalizing allure.

"Sister, you really didn't...do that with him?"

Teng Xiao's face was flushed, like a young woman who had been aroused to the point of exhaustion.

She didn't know if she wanted her sister's affirmation so she could be at peace with herself, or if she was implying that she might be able to do it. She hoped her sister understood her situation; perhaps, she might not be able to resist making a big mistake, and she hoped her sister was prepared.

Teng Shu had been questioned countless times, and several times she wanted to admit that she had already enjoyed marital relations with her brother-in-law, but seeing her sister's clear eyes, she dared not speak easily.

"His...his thing is really big. You've seen it before, I'm afraid I can't handle it."

Teng Shu said to her sister with her back turned, but inwardly she despised herself. The night before last, she had enjoyed herself several times and almost loved that big thing to death.

"Bigger, isn't it said to be more fulfilling?"

Teng Xiao seemed very innocent and naive, not at all like a young woman who had already experienced sex.

Teng Shu smiled knowingly, not exposing her sister's true colors, but wanting to see how fulfilling her evening would be...

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Fang Wanqiu feigned delight, "If you corrupt your little pervert, don't you dare call me disrespectful, hehe..."

The first minor earthquake in the Xijing officialdom under the rule of the two beauties, and also the most far-reaching personnel earthquake, began amidst the laughter of the two exquisite women.

Just as Wei Xiaoyu had promised, Feng Xinmin got what he wanted...

Wei Xiaoyu was unaware that he had been betrayed and "schemed" by his mother, and was holding back his "turtle breathing technique" to taste the fragrant lips of the ice queen.

Two skilled female bodyguards, seeing Wei Xiaoyu lying unconscious under the shade of a willow tree with a swollen belly, the two women, well-versed in first aid, tacitly waited for the other to make the first move, or rather, to make the first move with his mouth.

Seeing Wei Xiaoyu's increasingly pale face, Chen Ruoyan couldn't resist any longer. She lifted Wei Xiaoyu's legs and shook them, but still no water came out of his mouth. She then prepared to give her beloved CPR.

Seeing Chen Ruoyan's determined stance, Fang Yun'er felt a pang of regret. If only she had used her mouth to save his life! Why worry about shame? Ugh, it's all because of this guy's advances in the elevator last time; she couldn't forget his "badness."

Is it really true that women don't love bad men? Fang Yun'er pouted, secretly hating Chen Ruoyan for gaining the upper hand.

Wei Xiaoyu's ridiculous breathing technique hadn't been "mastered" successfully, but his weak breathing was convincing enough to fool almost everyone—a case of being blinded by concern.

But it didn't fool the secretary's daughter.

Although it was she who pushed Wei Xiaoyu into the water, Liu Meng'er remained relaxed, her hands folded to the side. Her sharp eyes never left the little pervert's crotch; she knew that for a wicked lecher, that area best exposed his filthy thoughts.

Sure enough, the moment Chen Ruoyan's lips touched Wei Xiaoyu's, Liu Meng'er clearly saw a change in the little pervert's crotch, like a hibernating snake beginning to stretch its body after the spring heat.

"I'll teach you to play dead! I'll teach you to lie to Sister Chen!"

Liu Meng'er's foot stomped hard and accurately, rubbing her foot directly against Wei Xiaoyu's crotch, feeling as if she had stepped on a giant snake.

"Ah... wow..."

Wei Xiaoyu immediately rolled over, startling Chen Ruoyan so much that she sat down on the ground.

"Shameless!"

Liu Meng'er and her cousin Fang Yun'er cursed contemptuously, then left together.

Having almost vomited everything out, Wei Xiaoyu gazed longingly at the shy, icy beauty, Chen Ruoyan: "Sister Ruoyan, my heart..."

"Disgusting!"

Chen Ruoyan glared at him, then turned and walked away.

Wow, the icy beauty was wearing the same style of underwear as Fang Yun'er! Because they had gone into the water to save him, the two female bodyguards had secretly competed and both had entered the water, their lower bodies soaking wet, making their underwear impossible to conceal.

They were both tight-fitting, shaping underwear, not too small, almost completely covering their buttocks; unless they were wet, it was difficult to see their outlines.

They weren't the kind of briefs with very little fabric, nor were they the kind of erotic underwear with almost no fabric, but in Wei Xiaoyu's eyes, they were even more alluring than erotic underwear.

Damn, these bodyguard girls not only have similarly stern expressions all day long, but do they even share similar interests?

Wei Xiaoyu was very interested in this issue and eager to explore it, and had roughly formulated a plan...

Lunch was held here, the atmosphere was very good, a table full of beautiful women, but no one paid any attention to Wei Xiaoyu.

Wei Xiaoyu was also very sensible, his mother wouldn't pay attention to him for the time being, after all, she was angry, and if you're angry, you have to act like you're angry, he understood.

Aunt Fang seemed more interested in the governance of Xijing, and discussed it tacitly with her mother.

Aunt Chu was listening attentively to the two female leaders conveying their governing ideas.

Chen Ruoyan and Fang Yun'er actually chatted casually about their respective training experiences, while Liu Meng'er was more interested than the two bodyguards, actively participating.

Wei Xiaoyu looked around, and suddenly a beastly thought popped into his head: if he could conquer them all, would there be anyone in the world more fortunate than him?

Difficult, as difficult as ascending to heaven...

"Xiaoyu, are you full?"

Fang Wanqiu suddenly interrupted Wei Xiaoyu, who was drooling and lost in thought.

"So-so,"

Wei Xiaoyu said politely, a drop of saliva falling onto the table.

The women were all incredulous, then angrily rose and left, leaving only Fang Wanqiu turning back to beckon him with a look of exasperation: "Come, come, Auntie has something to tell you."

It was a quiet, cool room.

Upon entering, Wei Xiaoyu stared at the plump buttocks of the Xi'an Municipal Party Secretary, swallowing hard, trying to make conversation: "Auntie, don't blame Sister Meng'er, it's all my fault, I made her angry and that's why she pushed me..."

"Don't mention her, it gives Auntie a headache,"

Fang Wanqiu said, rubbing her temples with her snow-white hands as she sat down on the sofa.

"Does Auntie want to take a nap?"

Wei Xiaoyu asked, closing the door and turning on the light. "How about I give Auntie a shoulder massage and a back rub? She'll rest better that way."

Fang Wanqiu couldn't help but laugh, her body trembling with pleasure, exuding unparalleled charm.

Wei Xiaoyu, being a lecherous man, naturally understood his intentions and blushed for once: "Hehe..."

Finally stopping laughing, Fang Wanqiu said, "What are you waiting for? Come and give me a massage. Aren't you very good at it? Hehe..."

Wei Xiaoyu could easily tell that the municipal party secretary was being sarcastic, but being thick-skinned, he immediately rushed over, rubbing his hands together and saying, "Auntie, it's my honor, hehe..."

Fang Wanqiu really wanted to strangle this guy. Did he really have to act so lewdly?

The sofa was very soft. Fang Wanqiu rested her cheek on the armrest as a pillow, reclining on her side with an extremely languid and captivating charm: "Alright, I'll grant you the honor. Just a shoulder massage will do. Ah, Auntie is getting old, and my body can't take much fatigue anymore..."

"Auntie,"

Wei Xiaoyu squatted down, "I disagree with you saying that. I'm not exaggerating, but Auntie, in terms of figure and appearance, there's not a single sign of aging. Not to mention your mentality. I dare say, I think you're more attractive than most young women. I love telling the truth..."

"Giggle, giggle..."

Fang Wanqiu laughed so hard she could barely breathe, then rolled over onto her side. "No...no more, my stomach hurts so much, giggle..."

Wei Xiaoyu couldn't see Fang Wanqiu's expression, but he guessed that the Secretary must have enjoyed his praise: "Look at Auntie's hair, so black and shiny, her skin so smooth and wrinkle-free, her waist so slender, tsk tsk, and this butt, wow, so full and plump..."

Fang Wanqiu couldn't stand this guy's nonsense anymore, grabbed a cushion and slapped him with her backhand: "Pah, pah, pah, do you think you're an aesthetics expert? Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue? Auntie will be so embarrassed, you're such a little pervert..."

"Hehe, Auntie, I thought you were high and mighty and used to Ayu's flattery, but it turns out you still have such a clear head, I'll give you a thumbs up first."

"I'm too lazy to argue with you. Are you going to give Auntie a massage or not? If not, fine, forget it!"

Ugh, how could he, the Party Secretary of the city, a model of elegance, poise, and sophistication, be using a massage to "tempt" and "coerce" a young man? Fang Wanqiu's face flushed.

"Yes, yes, Auntie, please be patient. You can't get rid of me today..."

Looking at Fang Wanqiu's supple body, lying on the sofa like Sleeping Beauty, her figure under the fluorescent light was exquisite and curvaceous, the thin skirt barely concealing her voluptuous curves. Wei Xiaoyu felt a surge of secret delight, his eyes boldly and daringly gazing at the mature and voluptuous body before him, secretly swallowing hard.

This elegant, dignified, virtuous, and beautiful female doctor was incredibly sexy and alluring at this moment.

Her long, slender, fair legs were pressed tightly together, and her hands were behind her back, pulling at her skirt to prevent any exposure. This made her plump, pert buttocks appear even higher and rounder, like an inverted basin. The obvious cleft between her buttocks was incredibly alluring, stretching the skirt taut and making her slender waist appear even more delicate and supple.

Her two smooth, snow-white calves were full and eye-catching, and her small, beautiful feet were cute and charming. Because Fang Wanqiu was a little nervous, the arch of her feet looked so captivating.

What a mature and voluptuous natural beauty!

"You brat, what are you still looking at?"

After not feeling Wei Xiaoyu's massage for a while, Fang Wanqiu couldn't help but ask shyly.

"Oh, Auntie, I'll start massaging you then."

Wei Xiaoyu took the opportunity to swallow hard, squatted down beside Fang Wanqiu, and placed his hands on her smooth shoulders.

"Hmm..."

Fang Wanqiu's beautiful eyes were closed, her face turned towards the back of the sofa, a blush of shyness floating on her cheeks. "Just a shoulder massage will do..."

The boy's hands rested on her shoulders, and she felt a slight tremor run through her. Inwardly, she questioned herself: Fang Wanqiu, Fang Wanqiu, are you really unable to bear the loneliness? Is it really just to relieve your fatigue by letting a young man massage your body? Besides, she knows this brat is a lecherous little devil who has already taken advantage of her once...

No, she has no other intentions, no absurd thoughts of incest

. Just as Chen Feiyang said, she can treat him like her own son. Perhaps, back then, she was closer to Yu Xintong than Chen Feiyang, so she has an obligation to take care of his son? Moreover, the boy is naturally lustful; she's just tentatively showing him a woman's body, eliminating his curiosity and sense of mystery, and correctly guiding him towards healthy values regarding relationships, so he won't go astray later!

But are all these reasons really sufficient?

"Auntie, please relax. Your body is so tense, the massage won't be effective at all!"

"Hmm..."

Fang Wanqiu knew this all too well, but she couldn't truly convince herself otherwise.

Wei Xiaoyu was unaware of Fang Wanqiu's inner shyness, but the jade-like body beneath his palms gradually relaxed, appearing soft and supple. Imagining that beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown lay smooth, white skin, a voluptuous, mature body that seemed to drip with moisture, he felt breathless and his blood rushing.

"It's much better now. I can massage you without any trouble, Auntie. Don't worry, after my skillful massage, you'll definitely have a good sleep this afternoon. When you wake up, you'll feel incredibly refreshed."

"Don't brag. Do you think you're a professional masseur?"

Fang Wanqiu felt her body being massaged by a pair of strong, warm hands. The tingling and numb joints and areas felt like they had been burned. She comfortably closed her eyes, restraining herself from having any wild thoughts, and wholeheartedly enjoying this rare filial massage.

But her mature body, her prime age, being kneaded by a man—though not a real man, he was indeed a charming little rascal—and she was so willing, even unable to control the fleeting, shameful thoughts that crossed her mind. With the boy's clumsy massage, it felt more like he was greedily taking advantage of her, making the municipal party secretary increasingly embarrassed.

Under the soft, bright crystal chandelier, Fang Wanqiu's fair face flushed slightly, making her look incredibly alluring…

Wei Xiaoyu, inhaling the fragrant aroma and the mature woman's captivating scent, was intoxicated by the sight of her voluptuous and seductive body spread across the sofa. The barely visible bra straps, her alluring flesh-colored skin, her slender waist, her high, rounded buttocks, the tempting outline of her panties, and her plump, sexy white thighs… He felt his erection almost bursting through his pants to provoke a burst of energy.

His daring grew, and he could no longer restrain himself. His hands slid down Fang Wanqiu's soft shoulders, landing on the bra straps. Seeing that Fang Wanqiu didn't "object" to him pressing on the ends of the clasp, he pretended to gently massage while secretly trying to loosen the hooks.

"Want to make Auntie angry?"

Fang Wanqiu suddenly warned in a low, languid voice.

Feeling guilty, Wei Xiaoyu forgot to deny it outright and stammered, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I...I didn't notice..."

Fang Wanqiu was showing signs of drowsiness. The area massaged by Wei Xiaoyu felt warm and comfortable, and she had completely relaxed, too lazy to pursue the little rascal's misdeeds anymore.

Hearing his rapid breathing and seeing his trembling hands, Fang Wanqiu pursed her red lips and remained silent. But when the boy's hands landed on her slender waist, that sensitive area immediately tensed up, and her whole body seemed to be suppressing something called desire.

She wanted to tell Wei Xiaoyu not to touch that spot, but the waves of alluring desire made her reluctant to speak, her ears turning bright red.

This naughty boy, is he doing this on purpose? Fang Wanqiu's heart pounded with nervousness. She felt Wei Xiaoyu's hands covering both sides of her waist, the most itchy spot. At this moment, she could almost feel her two plump buttocks clenching tightly, making them appear even more full and luscious.

"This naughty boy is really getting off easy," Fang Wanqiu thought shyly. Suddenly, a jolt of electric pleasure shot through her sensitive area, a slight pain mixed with an intense, almost unbearable, ecstasy. Caught off guard, a soft, yet captivating moan escaped her lips: "Mmm..."

It was a dreamlike murmur, like the cry of a baby fish in a mountain stream, or even more like the seductive sounds of a lovemaking session.

Wei Xiaoyu almost thought he'd misheard, shocked yet secretly delighted: "Ah... Auntie, are you... alright?"

Hearing the boy's voice tremble with excitement, Fang Wanqiu wished she could disappear into the ground. She, so dignified, virtuous, and untouchable, had actually experienced pleasure under the massage of a boy she knew had ulterior motives—how embarrassing...

"No... I'm fine, don't get the wrong idea, you little rascal..."

Fang Wanqiu sensed the boy's excitement and arousal, even his lustful fantasies, and quickly composed herself.

Wei Xiaoyu's lust was completely ignited by Fang Wanqiu's soft cry, and his erection throbbed with excitement. He couldn't calm down at all. He had been hovering between closeness and distance with Fang Wanqiu's voluptuous body, and now he tentatively rubbed his elbow against her high, full buttocks. The soft, plump touch and the mature woman's fragrance tormented him to the point of madness.

Fang Wanqiu was certainly aware of the wicked boy's shameful behavior, but her heart was in turmoil, and she didn't know how to stop him.

She couldn't reprimand him harshly, nor could she encourage his ambition.

The shy, disheveled mature woman unconsciously turned her face, only to see Wei Xiaoyu's bloodshot eyes, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets—a truly unsightly sight. Instantly, even her delicate neck flushed red. Her hand, clutching her skirt to prevent any accidental exposure, instinctively rose to grab Wei Xiaoyu's ear. But in her haste, her slender hand accidentally touched Wei Xiaoyu's erect crotch as he stood up to run away.

"You…"

Fang Wanqiu felt a fully engorged and erect rod touch the back of her hand. Its tangible hardness, weight, size, and imposing presence instantly cleared her dizzy mind, and she quickly sat up.

Wei Xiaoyu felt deeply ashamed. Although the touch on his sensitive head had brought him unexpected surprise and pleasure, Fang Wanqiu's clearly unapproachable expression made him dare not be presumptuous. He hunched over, trying to conceal his erection, feeling incredibly embarrassed: "Auntie, I...I didn't mean to..."

Although Fang Wanqiu's face was cold, her flushed skin couldn't hide her inner panic. She had to adopt the dignity of an elder to try and dispel the embarrassment, glaring hatefully at the awkward young man: "You tell me, should I or shouldn't I?"

Wei Xiaoyu thought to himself, he couldn't believe that after being groped and massaged for so long, his body hadn't reacted. It was just a woman's reaction; apart from a flushed face, there were no other outward signs.

But how could he dare to argue? Watching the plump and beautiful woman's pair of high, firm breasts tremble and rise and fall with her breath, she silently protested with her actions: she straightened her body, making the erect tent between her legs even more obvious.

At the same time, she feigned ignorance with her hands clasped respectfully: "Auntie, what should or shouldn't..."

Seeing this little rascal actually using the tent in his crotch to taunt her face, while pretending to be completely innocent, Fang Wanqiu's delicate face flushed even more, feeling inexplicably shy. In her heart, she was secretly amazed. This kid is really precocious for his age. She really wanted to know how much Chen Feiyang knew about this big snake...

Ugh, how could she be so lewd? Fang Wanqiu wished she could raise her hand and cut off the tent that was only a foot away from her face.

"Are you still pretending with me?"

Fang Wanqiu almost didn't know what she was saying anymore. Her shy demeanor was endearing. She reached out her delicate hand and pinched Wei Xiaoyu's thigh. "You should honestly admit it. Were you thinking about those nonsense things just now?"

Chapter 123 The Municipal Party Secretary's Aggressive Approach

Meanwhile, in a quiet room on the east side, Chen Feiyang and Chu Yunxiang had already discussed the personnel adjustments and arrangements for nearly ten important positions in Xijing City. This was a concession from the Municipal Party Secretary, and Chen Feiyang naturally wouldn't waste the opportunity.

The Municipal Party Secretary has the authority to set the tone and point the direction, while as the second-in-command and deputy leader of Xijing City, Chen Feiyang is the leader in implementing the specifics.

However, Chen Feiyang had never governed a region before, and economic development was not her forte. Therefore, she could only rely on her capable subordinates. She hadn't expected the surprise security check to yield such a generous reward. Overjoyed, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Fang Wanqiu's generosity. Perhaps Fang Wanqiu had a stronger sense of the big picture. The mayor's success was also due to the secretary's effective leadership.

Seeking common ground while reserving differences means allowing struggle, but even more so, cooperation!

"Sister, do you think Xiaoyu might bully our Secretary?"

Chen Feiyang was in a good mood; with the major decisions settled, he couldn't help but tease Fang Wanqiu.

Chu Yunxiang was still considering the rationale behind some personnel changes when Chen Feiyang suddenly asked this question. She was momentarily taken aback, staring at Chen Feiyang's dashing and handsome face, unsure how to answer.

Seeing Chu Yunxiang's stunned expression, Chen Feiyang also felt he had lost his composure. Avoiding Chu Yunxiang's gaze, he became even more unrestrained in his demeanor: "Hehe, I really hope that brat doesn't hold back and kills our Secretary so badly he's out of his mind, haha..."

Chu Yunxiang looked at Chen Feiyang's smug expression and seemed to guess something. She tentatively played along, "So, you can feel at ease now, right?"

Chen Feiyang immediately turned his back, two charming blushes already appearing on his cheeks. He changed the subject: "Sister, you don't have to be so clever—what do you think about Ruoyan? I don't want to treat her like a servant anymore. It's a pity about that girl."

Seeing Chen Feiyang change the subject, Chu Yunxiang suddenly understood. She felt a mix of emotions: "How about I try to get some information from Ruoyan first?"

"Alright, this child is stubborn and quick-witted. It's best not to let her notice anything..."

"Hmm—is Xiaoyu really that bad?"

Chu Yunxiang asked unexpectedly.

Chen Feiyang wasn't fooled, but after a moment's hesitation, she confessed, "It's very bad, very bad. Why don't you try it, sister, hehe..."

"No, he's still young, his health is more important, hehe..."

Chu Yunxiang's words implied she wanted to see the extent of their relationship.

Chen Feiyang, of course, understood the implication in Chu Yunxiang's words. Instead of answering directly, she turned to face Chu Yunxiang frankly: "Is it true that the third son of the Li family is with his aunt?"

Chu Yunxiang sighed inwardly and nodded, "It's been circulating for almost two years, and they haven't denied it themselves. The Li family keeps their mouths shut, and I've heard that the third son of the Li family often boasts about the Kangxi Emperor and Consort Hui messing up the generational order..."

"Sister, what do you think?"

"Don't make things difficult for me,"

Chu Yunxiang didn't want to get deeply involved in this scandalous affair, "If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place..."

Chen Feiyang chuckled, giving a vague sigh, "Sister, I'm almost forty years old..."

"But you can't have a relationship with your adopted son, can you?" Chu Yunxiang sighed inwardly, but as a woman, she knew all too well the bitterness hidden in Chen Feiyang's words.

"Let's raise a little pet, hehe..."

Chu Yunxiang teased, secretly considering whether she should test that brat for Chen Feiyang first...

In the quiet room to the west, Wei Xiaoyu watched the voluptuous mature woman's firm breasts tremble and rise and fall with her breath, protesting silently with his actions: he straightened his body, making the tent in his crotch even more obvious.

At the same time, he piously and respectfully lowered his hands, feigning ignorance: "Auntie, what should or shouldn't..."

Seeing this little rascal actually using the tent in his crotch to demonstrate against her face, while pretending to be completely innocent, Fang Wanqiu's delicate face flushed even more, feeling inexplicably shy, but secretly marveling at this kid, he's really precocious for his age...

Ugh, how could I be so wanton? Fang Wanqiu wished she could swiftly cut off the large tent that was only a foot away from her face.

"Are you still pretending with me?"

Fang Wanqiu almost didn't know what she was saying anymore, her shy demeanor making her all the more endearing. She reached out her delicate hand and pinched Wei Xiaoyu's thigh. "Admit it honestly, were you thinking about all sorts of nonsense just now?"

Wasn't that obvious? Wei Xiaoyu thought to himself, deliberately straightening his back, watching his throbbing, hard glans "pointing" at this dignified, beautiful, and shy mature woman through his pants, while she was too embarrassed to hit or punish it. He felt incredibly excited.

"What nonsense? Auntie, you're speaking so profoundly, Xiaoyu doesn't understand,"

Wei Xiaoyu scratched his head, utterly innocent and naive.

"You..."

Fang Wanqiu turned her face away, her voluptuous body turned to the side, completely unable to look at that erect thing. She brushed her hair behind her ear with her jade hand, let out a long sigh, and said with feigned composure, "You brat, don't think I'll forgive you just because you're playing games with your auntie. Your behavior is that of a complete hooligan. I simply can't believe you actually did it..."

Seeing that Fang Wanqiu seemed to be getting angrier and angrier, Wei Xiaoyu quickly showed weakness, half-squatting down and holding Fang Wanqiu's soft jade arm: "Auntie, actually, I didn't want to be so embarrassing, it's just... it's just..."

Fang Wanqiu knew exactly what this naughty boy was going to say, but for some reason, she encouraged him: "Just what?"

"It's just that Auntie, you're too beautiful, Auntie, don't be angry, I really couldn't help it..."

Fang Wanqiu interrupted him: "Xiaoyu, how old are you? Why are you thinking about these things?"

“No, Auntie, I only started thinking about these things today,”

Wei Xiaoyu said boldly, seeing that although Fang Wanqiu was glaring at him resentfully, her eyes had regained some of their dignified gentleness. “If Auntie weren’t so beautiful, and didn’t have such a wonderful figure, I would only treat you like my own mother, but Auntie…”

“Stop!”

Fang Wanqiu interrupted him again, cupping her burning face in her hands. The fact that she treated him like her mother, yet her body reacted that way, was a strange and stimulating sensation he had never experienced before. “

Oh…”

Wei Xiaoyu was unwilling to give up. His burning desire remained unfulfilled. He stared at this stunningly beautiful woman, yet made no progress, his mind racing with desperate schemes.

For a moment, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, except for their rapid, tense breathing. Yet, it seemed as if an even fiercer passion was brewing.

Wei Xiaoyu stood up, about half a meter away from the conflicted woman, his erect penis pointing directly at Fang Wanqiu.

"That brat! The atmosphere is so oppressive, and I've been pretending to ignore him, but that thing still shows no sign of softening. Truly, 'youth is formidable!'"

Thinking of her husband's half-erect, half-soft member, Fang Wanqiu felt her heart pounding wildly. The long-awaited warmth in her valley had brewed a few drops of shameful nectar, flowing from her soft, delicate jade shell, wetting her panties. Sticky and wet, it was both embarrassing and irresistible, a reminder of her primal desires.

She continued to think about how her intimacy with her husband had dwindled in recent years, almost living a life of abstinence like Chen Feiyang. A strange jealousy welled up inside her: Chen Feiyang's husband was paralyzed, yet she had a son and such a large, vigorous penis to choose from. And what about herself?

No, absolutely not! She was a rare female high-ranking official in the Republic, with ample room for advancement. How could she ruin her future because of desire?

"Auntie, I feel so uncomfortable..."

The boy's sudden words startled the dignified and elegant woman, making her panic. She felt her body suddenly go limp, and she didn't even have the strength to run away.

"What does it have to do with me? Serves you right."

Fang Wanqiu was annoyed by her own thoughts, and even swore. Looking at the erect bulge in her crotch, she forced herself to remain calm. "Alright, you can go now. Auntie needs to rest—oh, thank you for the massage."

With that, she ducked her voluptuous body to avoid the towering tent in front of her and then took small steps towards the suite.

Wei Xiaoyu caught Fang Wanqiu's alluring glance at his crotch, and saw the blush creeping onto her face. Coupled with the voluptuous mature woman's hurried, embarrassed escape, he was both excited and frightened. He grabbed Fang Wanqiu's soft, delicate wrist, his pleading voice sounding pitiful: "Auntie, it's still early..."

He deliberately left the rest unsaid, letting the flustered woman guess, while his hand ambiguously squeezed Fang Wanqiu's wrist, the soft, boneless feel truly intoxicating.

Fang Wanqiu naturally struggled to break free from Wei Xiaoyu's "retention," but not resolutely, uttering authoritative words: "Let go, you brat, don't think I can't handle you."

"No, it's still early..."

Wei Xiaoyu was already burning with lust, unafraid of the municipal party secretary's authority, holding Fang Wanqiu's wrist tightly, feigning distress, chasing Fang Wanqiu's evasive gaze, his behavior utterly pathetic.

"Then tell me, what exactly do you want?"

Fang Wanqiu smiled shyly, letting Wei Xiaoyu hold her slender hand. Her delicate face, flushed with spring-like blush, betrayed the wicked young man. She deliberately made her voice sound weak, her heart already in turmoil: That wretched little rascal, where did he learn these tricks? He makes her unable to refuse, yet dares not completely lower her defenses, teasing her until she's unable to resist, like finding that hazy, intoxicating feeling of first love, making her heart itch and her mind wander...

"Auntie,"

seeing the dignified and elegant mature woman revealing her coquettish side after he teased her, showing a tender and sweet girlish side, Wei Xiaoyu felt that he was also enjoying this exquisite intoxication. His large penis was almost at its hardest, his mouth was very dry, and he took the jade-like woman's soft hand, half-dragging, half-pulling, "Auntie, the sun is so bright, why don't I accompany you to the window to enjoy the sunrise?"

"Eat, eat..."

Fang Wanqiu couldn't help but chuckle at the wicked boy's uncouth sweet talk. Her beautiful, watery eyes gave Wei Xiaoyu a playful, coquettish look, while she pretended to shake off his hold, her voice as sweet as a lovesick girl, "You little rascal, tell Auntie what you did to your mother, and Auntie will give you something in return?"

Wei Xiaoyu was taken aback, inhaling the alluring fragrance of the mature woman, and staring at the cunning in her eyes: "Hehe, Auntie, she's my mother?"

Although he said that, he slipped an arm under Fang Wanqiu's armpit and tightly embraced her delicate arm. The soft, smooth skin, the slightly cool touch, and the slippery pleasure filled him with secret delight.

He couldn't resist running his fingers over Fang Wanqiu's flawless arm, wishing he could put that little hand inside his pants and use it to masturbate his rock-hard penis. What an intoxicating experience that would be!

"Isn't bullying your mother more exciting for you, you lecherous boy?"

Fang Wanqiu suddenly took the initiative, pulling her jade-like arm out and pushing Wei Xiaoyu down onto the sofa with both hands on his chest. She knelt on one knee on the edge of the sofa, grabbing his wrists, leaning forward with the air of a powerful queen, beautiful and voluptuous. "You even dare to tease your aunt? Don't you know who I am, boy? Is bullying the municipal party secretary more exciting than bullying your mother?"

Wei Xiaoyu was pinned to the sofa by the "watchful" municipal party secretary, resigned to his fate, not struggling, but his eyes were fixed on the expanse of white spring light hanging in front of his eyes: "Auntie, what should I do?"

"You brat,"

Fang Wanqiu said, both amused and embarrassed. Her eyes shone with a luminous glow in the lamplight, her fair skin captivating, radiating a charming warmth and allure, carrying a delicate, alluring fragrance. The dignified and imposing female official gently tapped Wei Xiaoyu's forehead with her soft hand, her alluring lips pursed slightly. "Pretending to be innocent, are you? Pretending to be naive, are you? I know you've been scheming to take advantage of me, and I've even disregarded shame and ethics, and you're still pretending?"

"Auntie, you've wronged Xiaoyu!"

Wei Xiaoyu cried out as if he had suffered a great injustice. "How could I dare do anything to my mother? I just wanted to beg you to teach me! Wow, Auntie, your breasts are so white and round..."

"Want to touch them?"

Fang Wanqiu was startled by her own lewd words. Her half-exposed breasts were being praised by a wicked young man. The middle-aged woman felt an indescribable mix of pride and worry. Her blushing face and slightly furrowed brows revealed a seductive madness. "Are Auntie's breasts prettier or your mother's? — Oh, you brat, you're so impatient, aren't you?"

Wei Xiaoyu was aroused by the noble municipal party secretary. He broke free from her arms and pulled the voluptuous mature woman's body onto him, causing her to lie on top of him. He immediately felt pain in his thighs. "Auntie, your breasts are all beautiful. Can I touch them?"

"No, you have to admit what outrageous things you and your mother have done, or I'll make you drool..."

Fang Wanqiu felt her own madness and lewdness. Beneath her was her best friend's son, and the long-dormant desire gave her an irresistible temptation and stimulation. She even deliberately pressed her perky breasts against Wei Xiaoyu's chest to further arouse him, or rather, to arouse herself.

“Auntie…”

Wei Xiaoyu’s heart trembled as he embraced the mature and voluptuous body. “Why are you comparing yourself to my mother? If she finds out I betrayed her, my bottom will be in big trouble.”

Fang Wanqiu didn’t struggle, only staring at him with infinite charm and helplessness. His shameless “hehe” made her squeal, and she couldn’t help but pinch his thigh harder. “Aren’t you afraid your bottom will be in big trouble if you just fool me?”

“Hiss…”

Wei Xiaoyu endured the pain, but found his manhood growing harder and more erect. With a mischievous urge, he secretly reached down and grabbed Fang Wanqiu’s slender hand, boldly pressing it against his erection.

To his surprise, the noble municipal party secretary didn’t panic.

"It's so big,"

Fang Wanqiu exclaimed softly. Without Wei Xiaoyu's prompting, she took the initiative to grasp her best friend's son's large penis through his pants. She could hardly believe that a fifteen-year-old boy could have such a magnificent and large penis. Her heart pounded wildly, and her delicate body seemed to go limp. "Was your mother ever scared?"

She felt a wave of heat rising from her lower abdomen, quickly spreading throughout her body, making her face feel as if it were being roasted by fire.

"Auntie, please, put it in..."

Wei Xiaoyu was so excited he almost went limp, his whole body trembling violently. The guilt of being a thief and the fear of taking the risk almost suffocated him. "Mom...she really likes it..."

"Xiaoyu, you'll get your comeuppance..."

Fang Wanqiu finally thought of a "harsh" remark to express her shame and indignation, and the strange thrill. The two most powerful women in Xijing City had been teased by this boy. "Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

So hard, like it contained iron; so long, no less than twenty centimeters; so thick, like a baby's arm... God, the mature and voluptuous woman was terrified. What would happen when he grew up?

Fang Wanqiu felt as if fine sweat had seeped from the tip of her nose. Such an enormous penis had temporarily robbed her of her ability to think.

Touch it, grab it, rub it... Fang Wanqiu heard a voice in her mind encouraging her. Not every woman gets to encounter such a magnificent and inhuman penis in her lifetime.

The voluptuous, mature, dignified, and always imposing female official bit her cherry lips. In a silent understanding, fueled by a hellish temptation, she used her delicate hand to unzip the boy's pants and slip it inside. Trembling, she grasped the hot, burning penis.

"Oh..."

Wei Xiaoyu wanted to cry out in pleasure, but fearing to frighten the official, he only let out a soft moan. "Auntie, do you like it? Faster, harder, Auntie, I want to touch your breasts..."

"Should I hand it to you?"

How could he be so lewd and shameless? The female official almost bit her lips raw. Waves of heat assaulted her body, and she felt beads of sweat forming on her smooth vest.

The shock and fear from the penis in her hand were overwhelming. Her curiosity was finally satisfied, but how could she explain her current wanton and shameless behavior?

If it was this wicked boy who had been teasing and seducing her earlier, she had clearly grabbed his penis half-heartedly just now. He must be secretly laughing at her, this pretentious woman, who was actually a shameless slut.

Good heavens, that penis, as big as a donkey's, was getting harder, hotter, and longer with her ministrations. An anomaly, absolutely an anomaly… If that thing were to enter her body…

(04-27
Chapter 124 Playing with Fire)

Since being "raped" by her student, Yang Xiaofei's life had changed drastically.

She had always thought of herself as a model of a dignified and strict teacher, but after being "forcibly" deprived of her virginity by her student, she had never even considered suing him. This wasn't the behavior of a good woman.

Her husband called again, demanding a divorce. Unlike before, Yang Xiaofei didn't refuse and immediately returned to her hometown. Although it was Sunday, her classmate was at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and the two readily obtained their divorce certificate. She didn't want to stay a moment longer and returned to Xi'an.

She had so much to say, but she had no one to confide in. Although the wicked face of her student kept flashing through her mind, she was clear-headed; it couldn't be. She was just a plaything for a spoiled brat.

Wei Xiaoyu had provoked Tu Guan, and not only had he gotten away with it, leaving Tu Guan humiliated, but he was also picked up by Tu Guan's mother unharmed. Through these clues, Yang Xiaofei immediately realized that Wei Xiaoyu was no ordinary troublemaker; he must be either rich or powerful.

For ordinary citizens like Yang Xiaofei, Zou Guizhi, the head of Feitu Industry, was far too distant a figure. Even if she wasn't a domineering mother, would she let it go if someone without connections harmed her son?

Having figured this out, Yang Xiaofei got off the bus sadly and walked out of the station somewhat lost. She didn't want to return to her desolate dormitory, yet she had nowhere to go.

The now-free teacher found her life increasingly dull and tasteless…

********************** The shock and fear Fang Wanqiu felt at the sight of the male phallus in her hand was unbearable. Her curiosity was finally satisfied, but how could she explain her current licentious and shameless behavior?

She could say that this wicked boy had been teasing and seducing her, but she had clearly grabbed his penis half-heartedly. He would surely laugh at her in his heart, thinking she was a pretentious woman who was actually a shameless harlot.

Good heavens, that penis, as big as a donkey's, was getting harder, hotter, thicker, and longer as she rubbed it. It was an anomaly, an absolute anomaly... If that thing were to enter her body...

Oh no, this brat really put his stinky hand inside. Fang Wanqiu felt a tightness in her left chest as her round, perky left breast fell into the boy's grasp.

"So soft, so elastic,"

Wei Xiaoyu praised sincerely, his five fingers tightening, and the plump mound of fat immediately deformed. "Auntie, I want to kiss your breasts, I want to suck them..."

"Mmm..."

The noble mature female secretary heard her own soft moan and was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear. But instead of making her timid and retreat, it aroused her strange desire to play with the boy. She wanted to kiss him. "Xiaoyu... have you ever kissed your mother's lips?"

Wei Xiaoyu was still hesitating whether to answer truthfully when he saw Fang Wanqiu's beautiful face approaching him. Her two cherry lips, flushed with passion, were offered to him. He opened his mouth and took them in: "Mmm..."

Because his hand was pressed between the two of them, it was inconvenient for him to rub the secretary's breasts, so he pulled it out and placed it on Fang Wanqiu's plump buttocks. With boundless passion and a sense of conquest, he fiercely grabbed and rubbed the mature woman's buttocks.

Chaos reigned, the order of generations was in disarray, desires were in disarray… Fang Wanqiu cupped the boy's cheeks in her hands, passionately and greedily sucking on his lips, and actively extending her soft, fragrant tongue to probe into his mouth.

She was desecrating the boy; she felt ashamed, but the burning passion she felt was uncontrollable, and she needed to release it.

She felt her lower abdomen pressing against the boy's large penis, its hardness, its destructive power, almost capable of lifting her petite body.

She loved this youthful strength; she loathed her husband's limpness.

She was certain that her political rival, Chen Feiyang, had slept with this boy beneath her more than once, but this wasn't her biological son; it was Yu Xintong's child. Yu Xintong had been closer to her back then. Why could Chen Feiyang do it, but she couldn't?

Did Chen Feiyang need it, but she didn't?

The boy's sucking was so intense, so passionate. Fang Wanqiu felt her fragrant tongue being drawn into his mouth again and again, pulling at the root of her tongue until it ached, but she liked this subtle pain.

She simply stuck out her tongue, letting the boy taste and suckle it. The pleasure of their tongues entwining and teasing each other was especially stimulating, causing the elegant mature woman to let out another soft moan: "Mmm...mmm..."

Her own moans aroused her desire, and she felt her need intensely.

She needed a man's comfort, and a boy was even better. The incestuous act of playing with her best friend's son had made her lose her senses, and the absurdity of sharing a boy with Chen Feiyang was even more stimulating, making her tremble all over.

Her hand slipped inside the boy's clothes, caressing his firm chest; the bulging pectoral muscles made her even more uncontrollable.

"Hoo..."

Fang Wanqiu finally managed to pull her cherry lips away, her fragrant tongue seductively licking her lips, which had been numb from the boy's sucking. Her captivating, noble eyes were fixed on the boy's eyes, exuding the charm of a mature woman. Her breasts heaved with passion. "You little pervert, is this how you play with your mother too?"

"Hoo..."

Wei Xiaoyu also breathed heavily. One hand slipped inside the mature woman's dress again, tracing its way up her taut, smooth skin until he lifted her bra. A pair of firm, plump breasts fell into his hand, and he immediately began to knead them. "Auntie, do you like it? Do you want it to be a little rougher?"

Fang Wanqiu bit her red lips, enduring the intense swelling of her breasts. Feeling strange being played with by a boy, her eyes were brimming with desire. "Does your... mother like... roughness?"

Why does he have to drag my mother into this? Wei Xiaoyu, feeling frustrated, couldn't help but boldly ask, "Auntie, since you're so eager to know about what happened between my mother and me, why don't the three of us do it together... Oh dear..."

Fang Wanqiu grabbed his enormous manhood through his pants, interrupting him with a seductive and alluring gesture.

"You want the Party Secretary and Mayor of Xijing to have a threesome with you, you brat? I didn't expect you to have such lofty ambitions. You're really making your mother proud..." Good

heavens, this is our Party Secretary, a female ruler of a region! In the throes of passion, she's actually just like any other woman, except that her unapproachable status transcends the entanglements of worldly love, making it even more exciting, more intoxicating, and more irresistible.

“Ah…Auntie,”

Wei Xiaoyu tried to roll over and pin the elegant mature woman beneath him, but Fang Wanqiu held him down, preventing him from doing so. “Are you trying to drive me crazy? You know about threesomes, what else do you know?”

“Really want to know?”

Fang Wanqiu brought her cherry lips to the boy’s lips, exuding extreme charm. “Then go and call your mother over now, and Auntie will let you play threesomes, okay?”

This was practically a waste of time. Wei Xiaoyu, already burning with lust and unable to control himself, pinched and flicked the mature woman's already erect nipples: "Let's play the two-person game first, Auntie, I want, I want to fuck you... uh..." " You

vulgar pervert!"

Fang Wanqiu grabbed his neck with both hands, only stopping when his face turned liver-colored. That single word "fuck" contained so much chilling content. "Tell me, how did you fuck your mother? Ugh, it's all your fault, you little pervert... ah..."

If the tens of millions of people in Xijing City heard their Party Secretary exchanging "fucks" with a child, wouldn't their jaws drop to the ground?

Just as Fang Wanqiu was filled with shame and indignation, Wei Xiaoyu took advantage of her unpreparedness, rolled up Fang's skirt, and slapped Fang Wanqiu's plump buttocks.

Smack!

This lewd, crisp sound made Fang Wanqiu feel utterly ashamed and indignant, but it also ignited her most uncontrollable desire.

"You'll pay the price..."

Fang Wanqiu sat up, her hands hastily unbuckling Wei Xiaoyu's belt. Like a lustful woman, she pulled down his trousers and underwear, and saw his erect penis as if it were a treasure. The mature female secretary completely lost her usual dignity, grabbing it and stroking it. "Tell me quickly, how did you fuck your mother? Did she moan? Did she have an orgasm? Did she cry? Tell me, tell me, you little pervert..."

In fact, people are all perverted, especially the high-ranking officials who are far removed from ordinary people. Their vision is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and even more astonishing.

Despite his self-proclaimed invincible boldness, Wei Xiaoyu was completely captivated by the woman he once admired and respected. Staring blankly as the mature woman played with his large penis, he honestly blurted out, "Mommy called, she wanted to cry, but she didn't..."

"Does she like being on top?"

Fang Wanqiu's lust was completely out of control. The usually composed woman had lost her composure and all-encompassing ease. She straddled the boy, pressing his large penis against his lower abdomen through his underwear. She began to slowly rub back and forth, her delicate hands supporting her on his chest. Her knightly demeanor was breathtaking. "Can she swallow your big cock whole? Did she give you a blowjob? Did she lick you? You little pervert, tell me, are you stupid?" Wei

Xiaoyu was truly dumbfounded.

Was this still the female secretary of Xijing City? Was this still the high-ranking official who stood above all others in Xijing City? This was clearly a tigress in heat!

Although Wei Xiaoyu could easily turn the tables, Fang Wanqiu always restrained him from taking the lead, so Wei Xiaoyu gave up and watched how this lustful female secretary would torment him.

"I've given you a blowjob, Mom gave me a blowjob, Auntie, please give me one too, please..."

Wei Xiaoyu's hands slipped inside Fang Wanqiu's skirt, rubbing and kneading the female secretary's plump thighs.

"Really?"

Fang Wanqiu heard her own voice tremble. "I never expected this, I never expected this, Chen Feiyang, Chen Feiyang..."

Wei Xiaoyu sensed the subtle rivalry between Fang Wanqiu and her mother in her words, which made him both excited and worried. He hoped that his illicit affair wouldn't affect his mother's work.

"Auntie, Mom was forced into this by me, you can't laugh at her. With Dad like that, her life is very difficult..."

Wei Xiaoyu said earnestly.

Seeing that this little lecher was actually protecting his adoptive mother so much, Fang Wanqiu realized that Wei Xiaoyu wasn't exactly a shallow playboy, but a hint of jealousy rose in her heart: "Let's see how you treat me in the future, you brat!

" "Tell Auntie, how did you seduce your mother? Was it because of her beauty, her big breasts?"

Fang Wanqiu's movements quickened, feeling her lips completely soaked in spring water, the slippery liquid seeping through her panties, lubricating his fiery, iron-hard penis.

Inside her honeyed cave, desire continued to swell, weakening her morals, teasing her heart; her last line of defense barely needed an attack, she felt it was about to collapse automatically.

Was this going too far?

Chapter 125: Abundance—

Chen Ruoyan, the mature secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, returned to the villa, holding a cell phone box, while she fiddled with the phone in her hand.

This was something she bought for Wei Xiaoyu, and she did it on her own initiative, even replacing his SIM card. She first saved her own number in it, but then struggled with what name to use.

"Sister Ruoyan?" No, too traditional, lacking depth.

"Sister Yan?" Also no, too direct and blatant; that kid might go crazy over her…

"Ruoyan, this is… for Xiaoyu?"

Chu Yunxiang suddenly appeared before Chen Ruoyan, her sharp eyes piercing the heart of the icy beauty.

The icy beauty nearly panicked; she knew Chu Yunxiang had seen right through her carefree demeanor, and she inwardly regretted her carelessness.

"Yes, I had nothing to do at noon anyway, so I went to buy one. Doesn't Aunt Chu take a nap?"

"How could I sleep? Hehe."

Chu Yunxiang took the phone and looked at it, then said to the somewhat awkward female bodyguard, "Ruoyan, are you alright? Shall we chat for a while?"

Chen Ruoyan replied calmly, "Okay."

Entering a guest room, Chu Yunxiang looked at the ice-cold beauty with affection until Chen Ruoyan blushed, then she chuckled, "Hehehe, you're really beautiful—sit down, don't be shy with Aunt Chu. Ruoyan, you're twenty-five, aren't you?"

“Hmm,”

Chen Ruoyan didn’t know what Chu Yunxiang would talk about. It certainly wasn’t just to compliment her looks, but Chu Yunxiang was Chen Feiyang’s strategist, and wouldn’t deliberately seek her out for a conversation. “Your birthday in May.”

This was an exceptionally intelligent girl. Chu Yunxiang didn’t intend to beat around the bush and asked directly, “Xiaoyu’s mother can’t bear to see you, a grown woman, working so hard for others. She wants you to choose a job yourself, and if the opportunity arises, it would be best to settle down. What’s your opinion?”

Chen Ruoyan didn’t answer immediately, only staring blankly at the kind Chu Yunxiang.

Did Mayor Chen not trust her? Or had they already discovered her feelings for Xiaoyu? Or perhaps, they had already found out about her encounter with her birth mother…

“Don’t overthink it,”

Chu Yunxiang gently patted Chen Ruoyan’s hand. “Can’t you feel that Xiaoyu’s mother already considers you her daughter?”

Words shouldn’t be many; too many can backfire. Conciseness and knowing when to stop are more persuasive.

“If I weren’t forced to leave, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere else,”

Chen Ruoyan said firmly, then lowered her beautiful eyelids and whispered, “I have no home…”

“Don’t say that, Ruoyan, we were all wrong, we didn’t understand your feelings.”

Chu Yunxiang’s eyes immediately reddened, and she pulled the tall, icy beauty into her arms. This was truly a clever girl, speaking so skillfully and emotionally. Yu Xintong’s children were no pushovers.

Meanwhile, in a room of the villa, the municipal party secretary and her best friend Yu Xintong’s son continued their incestuous affair, their generational differences blurred, and the passion grew stronger.

Seeing this little lecherous man so protective of his adoptive mother, Fang Wanqiu realized that Wei Xiaoyu wasn’t just a shallow playboy, but a secret jealousy rose in her heart: Let’s see how you treat me now, you brat!

"Tell Auntie, how did you seduce your mother? Was it because of her beauty, her big breasts?"

Fang Wanqiu's movements quickened, feeling her lips completely soaked in her juices, the slippery liquid seeping through her panties, lubricating his fiery, iron-hard penis.

Inside her, desire continued to swell, weakening her moral compass, teasing her heart; her last line of defense barely needed an attack, she felt it was about to collapse automatically.

Was this going too far?

"Auntie, I want to fuck you..."

Wei Xiaoyu was about to explode from the arousal of the elegant, mature woman, his hands rapidly unbuttoning Fang Wanqiu's shirt. As the female secretary's blouse opened wide, Fang Wanqiu stopped Wei Xiaoyu's attempt to remove her shirt.

"Aren't you satisfied yet, you brat? You won't be satisfied until you strip the Party Secretary naked, will you?"

Fang Wanqiu heard her own provocative words and saw the boy's thieving hands grasping and kneading her two firm breasts. Waves of pleasure drove her almost mad. One of her jade-like hands involuntarily reached inside her skirt, pulled aside her panties, and pressed her soft, moist lips directly against his large penis, rubbing them together. "Little pervert, are you satisfied now? You've made your aunt so shameless and embarrassed. Tell me, how are you going to repay me?"

Wei Xiaoyu felt his large penis being rubbed and squeezed between two soft, wet lips, and his passion instantly reached a boiling point, almost to the point of ejaculation.

He grimaced, enduring the teasing and temptation from the voluptuous mature woman. His hands couldn't help but tighten, squeezing the two pinkish-white, firm breasts of the municipal party secretary so tightly that their flesh spilled out from between his fingers—a sight that was utterly irresistible.

This was the body of a mature beauty, already forty-one years old, yet so perfectly preserved, without a trace of time, like a young woman in the prime of her life. Her

distinctive short hair, like the traditional hairstyle of high-ranking female officials of the Republic, didn't detract from her aesthetic appeal; her noble and unapproachable charm and temperament aroused a strong desire to conquer.

Her long, white neck was adorned with a platinum pendant, which swayed before Wei Xiaoyu's eyes as she leaned forward, exuding the allure of a noblewoman.

Her exposed arms, almost as white and flushed as her open breasts, were a symbol of desire, and also an integral part of her body; flesh always evoked fantasies.

The white bra had been pushed up, and he held two firm, perky breasts in his hands, playing with them even if they were slightly sagging. They were still so full and vibrant, igniting his passion.

The nipples were already engorged and hard, their crimson color making Wei Xiaoyu's mouth water. These were the very sources of milk that the mischievous, elfin-like Meng'er had once suckled. Now they were so close, and he could touch them at will. He wondered what kind of shame and helplessness Meng'er would feel if she knew. Would she offer her youthful, radiant body for him to savor and comment on?

Heh heh, so exciting! He would definitely find an opportunity to let Meng'er "accidentally" experience his incestuous relationship with her noble and sacred mother. Mother and daughter, and high-ranking female officials at that—tsk tsk, he couldn't take it anymore; he had to suckle those nipples.

"Ah... Chu chu chu chu..."

Wei Xiaoyu straightened his upper body and took one of Fang Wanqiu's nipples into his mouth, immediately emitting a heart-stopping sucking sound. His tongue pressed and kneaded the stubborn nipple wantonly.

The nipple of the municipal party secretary of a directly administered municipality! Countless men in the world dream of sucking on this nipple, and he, a shameless and wicked young man, had actually succeeded. He wondered how many men's dreams would be shattered.

"Mmm..."

Fang Wanqiu felt as if she had been shot in the chest, or as if she had suffocated and died from not being able to catch her breath. She collapsed limply onto the young man's chest, her nipple immediately detached from his sucking. That heart-stirring feeling lingered, her soul trembling.

Enough, enough, let her succumb this once. Love and desire are innocent, to hell with worldly morality.

"Xiaoyu, if you dare tell anyone even a single word, I'll make you wish you were dead."

Fang Wanqiu, like a patient in a final burst of lucidity, gritted her teeth and warned the boy, while her delicate hand, already overflowing with desire , guided the enormous penis between her legs, lifting her buttocks.

Because of the skirt, Wei Xiaoyu couldn't see anything, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel anything. It was precisely this attempt to conceal that fueled his wildest fantasies.

"Auntie, I won't share my happiness with anyone else, not even Mom..."

Wei Xiaoyu admired his own quick wit in uttering such a clever sentence, his hands reaching to lift the hem of Fang Wanqiu's skirt, but Fang Wanqiu stopped him.

“You can tell your mother…”

Fang Wanqiu regretted saying it as soon as it left her mouth, but she didn’t intend to take it back. The hot, hard penis in her jade hand was so hard that she had to lift her plump buttocks high to reach it, which made her heart tighten with anticipation. Her honey hole had been barren for too long, empty, not just two dry and lifeless words, but real words of original sin that could drive people crazy.

“It would be best if the three of us could have a threesome, right, Auntie? Don’t worry, I will try my best…”

Wei Xiaoyu thought he had understood Secretary Fang’s instructions, and flattered her, while also sucking on one of the nipples swaying in front of him. “Chirp chirp chirp… hiss—”

Fang Wanqiu, who was supporting herself on the boy’s chest with one arm, suddenly felt as if the boy had absorbed her life essence. She collapsed with a soft cry, but she did not expect that the thick, hard, and erect penis, the glans of which was right at the entrance of her honey hole overflowing with spring water. Her delicate body went limp, and her plump buttocks… With a sudden sinking of her buttocks,

Wei Xiaoyu gasped, his body jerking upwards as if seeing a scorpion's sting. His erect penis, partially enveloped by a soft, tight opening, nearly ejaculated. "Auntie...so good..." he cried.

He reached out and cupped Fang Wanqiu's plump buttocks, gripping them tightly through her skirt, trying to correct his position before thrusting forcefully into the depths of the elegant mature woman's vagina, to show her his strength and ruthlessness.

But Fang Wanqiu instinctively sensed the approaching danger, lifting her ample buttocks to evade his attack, believing her tight, delicate vagina couldn't withstand the filling of such a large penis.

Fear clouded her judgment, and the intelligent, elegant mature woman forgot that there was no vagina that couldn't accommodate a penis.

"You brat, don't be naughty, don't..."

Fang Wanqiu swayed her fat buttocks from side to side, dodging the sharp sword's thrust, while the glans of the sword poked around her vulva. When it poked her sensitive clitoris and shy anus, she begged for mercy in a pitiful and anxious manner, "No, no... It's too messy, Auntie regrets it, you can't... Ah... It hurts..."

Wei Xiaoyu couldn't see the beautiful woman's mysterious vulva, but he didn't expect that his random poking would actually push the mature woman's panties along with it into her secret spring, with most of the glans going in, tight and full, the tip of his penis feeling as if it were being squeezed between rocks, an intoxicating sensation.

Chapter 126 Female Knight - Mature Party Secretary

"Auntie, yes, you can go in now..."

Wei Xiaoyu hugged the beautiful mature woman's head and began to lick and suck her tender, hot ear, breathing hot air onto her neck. "Auntie, you have so much water..."

"Your mom has more..."

Fang Wanqiu instantly turned into a shrewish woman, yet her noble and intellectual temperament made her words sound like they were filled with aphrodisiacs.

Damn, Mom, you're so pitiful, you got scolded again.

"Not as much as you, really..."

Wei Xiaoyu spoke casually, his words utterly certain, pulling out his glans and reaching for Fang Wanqiu's panties, wanting to pull them aside and then penetrate her.

What kind of ecstasy would it be for the municipal party secretary to be a female knight? It's a pity my phone died, otherwise I would definitely secretly take a few pictures to keep the beautiful memories.

How could Fang Wanqiu be a woman who could be manipulated? She immediately and stubbornly pulled Wei Xiaoyu's hand out of her skirt.

Regardless of her status, age, experience, or personality, she wouldn't allow Wei Xiaoyu to control the course of events. Even if the two were to commit an immoral act, she would maintain control. Even if the world condemned them, it would be she, the aunt, the high-ranking female official, who would bear the consequences.

This was a maternal glow, and even more so, the courage of a powerful queen to take responsibility!

"Close your eyes."

Fang Wanqiu felt her whole body trembling. She was still hesitant about whether to continue, whether to commit such a shocking act on this unexpected noon. She didn't want this wicked boy to witness her seductive behavior, her madness, her unchaste and shameless side. She reached out to cover the boy's eyes, warning again, "Don't look. If you don't obey, I'll kick you out."

Wei Xiaoyu could tell that Fang Wanqiu no longer considered herself an "aunt," an elder. Had she already seen him as an equal partner, a purely platonic relationship between a man and a woman?

This made him value the voluptuous woman pressing down on him even more. At this moment, he was willing to be her slave, willingly, because he had gained so much.

"Auntie, take your hands off me, I swear, I'll do as you say,"

Wei Xiaoyu said emotionally, his hands resting on the waist of the noble mature woman, soft and fleshy, full of mature allure.

Fang Wanqiu moved her jade-like hands away, cupping the young man's handsome face, silently and lovingly stroking Wei Xiaoyu's increasingly defined cheeks, slowly lying down on the young man's chest, rubbing her smooth jade cheek against his ear: "Xiaoyu, let's not continue, okay? Auntie is so scared..."

Fang Wanqiu, reverting to her role as an elder, made Wei Xiaoyu sense the hesitation in the noble mature woman's detached authority. Although he couldn't bear to let Aunt Fang fall into the extreme of moral cruelty, the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released!

How could he be willing to let such a good opportunity go to waste?

“Auntie, lust is not a sin…”

Wei Xiaoyu didn’t know how to continue his persuasion, but he believed that these four words could relieve Fang Wanqiu’s heavy pressure. He slipped his hands inside the suit and caressed the two plump buttocks of the noble mature woman, kneading and squeezing them. They were very elastic and smooth.

"Alright..."

Fang Wanqiu breathed sandalwood incense into the boy's ear, and hearing his heavy, rapid breathing, her desire surged again. She lifted her plump buttocks, which the boy had been carefully tending to, and slipped her jade-like hand between her legs, grasping his thick, hard, and hot penis. She stroked it; it was ridiculously large, so large it was irresistible, and she couldn't help but want to devour it. "Auntie is convinced. Desire is innocent. Who taught you that?"

Wei Xiaoyu shamelessly framed his mother: "Mom..."

"Do you think Auntie will believe you?"

Fang Wanqiu held the boy's thick penis, so hot it burned her skin, making her soul feel hot. She ran the glans against her inner thigh, her panting suddenly becoming rapid, her eyes glazed over. "Xiaoyu, help Auntie pull down her panties..."

This was an order, but also the seductive charm of a noble female secretary!

"I am at your service, Secretary!"

Wei Xiaoyu couldn't wait to grab and squeeze the mature secretary's buttocks before pulling her panties aside. Although he couldn't see the mature secretary's skirt, he could feel her overflowing spring tide, sticky, slippery, and very abundant. "Secretary, please sit down!" Fang

Wanqiu couldn't smile. The title "Secretary" made her feel the power of a queen, profaning the debauchery of a young man. "Please sit down" pointed out the ugliness that was about to happen. Nobility and lowliness were only a step apart!

"Oh..."

The mature, noble, powerful, dignified, and intellectual mature secretary, who was also unable to suppress her desires, finally grabbed her best friend's son's big penis and brought it to her honeyed entrance. Her soft lips made intimate contact with the iron-like flesh. The soft cry she let out was definitely recorded in the history of the two of them.

It was enough to ecstasy, a comfortable moan, a joyful cry that broke through the shackles of morality, a wanton shout, a declaration that love and desire were innocent!

The sensitive glans finally pressed against the noble secretary's vaginal opening without any obstruction. The soft, moist, slippery surface stimulated Wei Xiaoyu to the point of animalistic rage. Although he couldn't see Aunt Fang's hazy and wanton spring passion with his eyes closed, her desires could not escape the detection of his glans. He thrust upwards with all his might.

"Ah..."

Fang Wanqiu almost bit her red lips in shock, her petite body trembling violently, yet bravely enduring the tight, throbbing sensation from her honeyed orifice. With a mixture of panic and anticipation, she felt the boy's penis enter her tightest opening. Frenzy unfolded in this moment, and she impatiently pressed the boy, "Is it comfortable, Xiaoyu? Auntie is so old, and...doing this with a child like you, is Auntie shameless? Xiaoyu, tell me quickly, Auntie is sad..."

"Auntie,"

Wei Xiaoyu could barely utter a complete sentence, his hands gripping the mature woman's waist, pressing her lithe body against his jade pillar. "Don't...say these things...enjoy...Xiaoyu...it's my honor...my happiness...to make love with...Auntie...it feels so good...Auntie, your little...pussy is so tight..."

Making love? Is this what making love is like? Fang Wanqiu was filled with a mixture of shame and lust. She truly wanted the boy to open his eyes, to record her wanton and lewd state in his heart.

In this life, one must do a few heart-pounding, unnatural things to make it worthwhile, right? Fang Wanqiu thought shamefully, slowly lowering her plump buttocks. If one were to lift her skirt at this moment, one would surely see our incomparably noble female secretary, like a skilled and daring street performer, her soft, drooling lips opening to devour a sharp sword.

As the sword was swallowed piece by piece, the mature woman's vulva swelled and bulged, as plump as a piece of bread in her mouth, a throbbing, veiny penis nestled among the lush pubic hair—how utterly lewd!

"Auntie, is my penis big?"

Wei Xiaoyu couldn't hear the female secretary's voice, only her hurried, sickly moans, so he tried to entice her to speak.

In this situation, what would the noble and dignified female secretary say?

"Auntie... I want to use a knife to... cut it for you... It's so swollen..."

Fang Wanqiu trembled all over, perhaps because the boy's penis was too thick for her to handle, or perhaps because her vagina was swallowing an unusually large penis and she felt a lucky thrill.

But when the penis was halfway swallowed, the female secretary couldn't wait to lift her plump buttocks. She wanted to rub it to drive away the itching that had gathered in her honey hole.

"Oh..."

The mature secretary closed her spring eyes, feeling the pleasure of the glans of the penis scraping against her layers of tender flesh. She felt like her body was about to fly. She supported herself on the boy's firm chest with her jade arms. When the glans was about to slip out of her honey hole, she sat down impatiently. "Xiaoyu, is it comfortable? At this time... what... what does your... mother say... ah..."

Wei Xiaoyu grimaced with pleasure. He didn't expect that the mature woman's vagina would be so tight, just like Zhu Qianqian's virgin honey hole.

Unexpectedly, the noble female secretary always seemed to be at odds with his mother over this absurd matter.

"Mom, you should be taking a nap in the room not far away, right? Your son is not only going to betray you, but also 'slander' you! I'm sorry, Mom!

" "Mom says, good son, fuck your mom's little cunt hard... Mom's little cunt is itchy..."

Wei Xiaoyu fantasized about his mother, feeling a surge of excitement, and couldn't help but thrust vigorously.

"Squeak squeak..."

The room immediately filled with the sounds of thrusting, though concealed by the hem of his skirt, the atmosphere was even more intoxicating.

"Really...you...Mom's so horny..."

Fang Wanqiu supported herself on the boy's chest with both hands, half-raising her buttocks, letting the bull-like boy thrust into her honeypot. His large glans, like a fleeing mouse, darted rapidly within her fleshy vagina. The itching came and went, the pleasure rising and falling, making the voluptuous female secretary inwardly sigh: "This life has been worthwhile!"

"Love and desire are innocent, Auntie..." Wei Xiaoyu dared not humiliate his mother any longer. His thieving hand grabbed and pinched Fang Wanqiu's buttocks; the smooth, plump feel was irresistible. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and a finger secretly slipped into the mature woman's cleft, stroking the area around her anus.

"Oh oh oh..."

Fang Wanqiu almost collapsed. Her anus was the most sensitive spot on her body, a secret known only to her, not even to her husband. She never expected this brat beneath her to tease her like this, hitting her most vulnerable spot. Her anus tightened, and her juices flowed even more freely. She moved her hips up and down, seemingly trying to escape the boy's thieving hands, or perhaps actively using her sensitive anus to tease his fingers. The pleasure surged intensely. "Xiaoyu… little devil… little devil… don't torture… Auntie…"

The noble and respectable mother was experiencing the ecstasy of a boy's large penis, while her daughter, Liu Meng'er, was completely unaware. She couldn't sleep; the image of Wei Xiaoyu's prominent bulge between his legs kept flashing before her eyes. Tossing and turning, Liu Meng'er found herself having the urge to masturbate again.

How shameful… The youthful and vibrant female artist tightly clamped her long, taut legs together, but the more she tried to hide her shame, the more the irresistible desire assaulted her beautiful body.

Chapter 127 Ascension—The mature artist

warned herself, "I mustn't masturbate, because I can't forgive myself for that lecherous boy masturbating." But before she knew it, one of her delicate hands had slipped inside her panties, and her slender fingers had touched a small patch of moisture.

How embarrassing! The beautiful artist sat up in shame, looking at the glistening moisture on her delicate fingertip, which even had a single curly, black hair clinging to it. The white root of the hair, the dark, shiny pubic hair—these were all evidence of aroused lust!

No, she absolutely mustn't masturbate. The young artist jumped out of bed, her bare feet gliding across the cool mahogany floor. The coolness from her feet couldn't quell the burning heat within her. She held her flushed face, pacing anxiously around the room. The dampness inside her panties didn't lessen; instead, with each step, it reminded her that her "little sister" was on fire. Should she call the fire department?

Thinking of how many years her nimble fingers had served her, Liu Meng'er couldn't help but bring her glistening fingers to her nose. A faint yet strong, fishy smell filled her nostrils, and she immediately pulled out a tissue to wipe herself clean, overcome with embarrassment. "Wei

Xiaoyu, you little pervert, you've shamed me! See how I torment you!" Liu Meng'er changed into a dress, tidied herself up a bit, and then went to find that brat and give him a piece of her mind.

The villa was quiet. Liu Meng'er saw her cousin, Fang Yun'er, reclining comfortably in a deck chair under a banyan tree, seemingly engrossed in a book, though perhaps not really absorbed in it. She walked over.

"Sister, what are you reading?"

Liu Meng'er asked, putting her arm around her cousin's head.

Fang Yun'er, startled by the interruption, panicked slightly and couldn't immediately recall the title. Quick-witted, she showed the cover to her cousin.

"Wow, you actually read this kind of book, 'Wild Sex Happens in Spring'!"

Fang Yun'er's jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. She immediately remembered the title and realized her cousin's mischievousness. She couldn't help but pinch her cousin's pert bottom: "What's going on in your head all day, you brat? You actually called 'Wild Sex Happens in Spring' instead of 'The Spring of Wild Lilies'? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Hehehehe... I..."

"Shh—keep your voice down, everyone's taking a nap."

"Is this what you call standing guard? Sis, I just don't understand, why do you like this kind of job that serves people..."

"We're not on the same page..."

"Give me a break, just quit and find someone to marry. I'm already thinking about being a wife and mother."

"You're really getting all lovey-dovey, hehe..."

"Okay, I am. By the way, did my mom release that Wei Xiaoyu guy? Did she eavesdrop on how she was disciplining him?"

Fang Yun'er shook her head: "You don't know Aunt's personality, how could she possibly scold him? That old rascal..."

“That makes sense,”

Liu Meng’er said, walking towards her mother’s room. “I’ll go see what those two shady characters are up to…”

Wei Xiaoyu was thrilled with his newfound discovery. Aunt Fang’s anus was so sensitive? Damn, he definitely had to make good use of it.

With that thought, Wei Xiaoyu’s fingers moved down to the cleft of her buttocks, touching the area where the two were joined together. After collecting a lot of sticky fluid, he inserted them into the mature woman’s anus, which was actively moving and undulating.

"Ah..."

Fang Wanqiu was galloping away, feeling as if she had finally swallowed the boy's penis whole in her ecstasy. She was inexplicably thrilled by her feat when she realized her sensitive anus had been attacked, and those hateful fingers were lingering inside, stirring within. Uncontrollable waves of desire, like a burst dam, surged forth. "Xiaoyu...don't...don't pull it out...Auntie...Auntie...Ahhh..."

Liu Meng'er had just tiptoed to the door, her ear pressed against the door, when she heard her mother's startled voice from inside. She was immediately bewildered, then suddenly realized what was happening. Her mind was in turmoil, and she shook her head repeatedly. Impossible, impossible, she must be overthinking it.

But, is there such a massage technique? Liu Meng'er felt her heart pounding in her chest, and she pressed her ear against the door again.

"Auntie...what's wrong with you?"

Wei Xiaoyu's shock was no less than that of the eavesdropper outside the door. Fingers could bring a mature woman to orgasm?

Based on his limited experience, he judged that Fang Wanqiu, the Party Secretary of Xijing City, had been brought to orgasm by him.

He opened his eyes and saw the scene he had been dreaming of.

Fang Wanqiu's short hair was disheveled and spread across her flushed face, her eyes were glazed and unfocused, she bit her lower lip tightly, and her whole body trembled violently, convulsing like a queen's seizure.

He felt his penis being soaked by abundant spring water, and hot, burning love juice poured over his glans. He was about to ejaculate.

But seeing such a noble and beautiful mature woman, the queen who held all the power in Xijing, enjoying an orgasm so quickly, while he felt that only a few minutes had passed, he was not satisfied. Before ejaculating, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he used the limited time to exert more force.

He thrust violently, not even having time to roll over and press the queen down, he had already reached the edge of ejaculation.

He held the mature woman's buttocks and began to thrust hard.

The sound of his thighs slapping against the mature female secretary's buttocks was loud enough to penetrate the door and reach the ears of any eavesdropper.

Could this be considered a back pat? A thigh slap? Liu Meng'er tried hard to decipher the rapid sounds coming from inside, attempting to defend her mother, but her mother disappointed her.

"Enough... enough... Auntie's done... no... Auntie will... faint..."

Fang Wanqiu had just reached a climax, feeling herself floating, having not experienced such complete release for many years, but she hadn't expected the unsatisfied young man to begin his relentless manipulation. His

enormous penis, with a glans the size of a small fist, thrashed wildly inside her contracting vagina. She felt as if her buttocks were covered in a pool of muddy spring water, and the sounds of their bodies colliding echoed in the room, creating a scene of passionate intimacy that made the mature woman, still in the throes of orgasm, feel ashamed.

But watching the boy's determined struggle, his deep eyes now turning bloodshot and fierce, like a valiant warrior, an indomitable hero, she was captivated, and her heart ached.

She was a highly understanding female official, a compassionate superior, and a forgiving aunt. She couldn't just think of her own pleasure; she also had to consider the boy's needs.

Watching the boy's unwavering determination and hearing the crisp, frenzied sounds of their thrusting, the mature woman worried that the room couldn't conceal the vibrant spring atmosphere, yet she was also aroused by an unquenchable desire; the hazy itch returned like a tidal wave.

"Auntie... I'm going to... cum..."

Wei Xiaoyu thrust violently, feeling the pleasure of his penis pounding inside the noble mature woman's honeyed orifice. Her soft, tight vagina, the overflowing lustful fluids, her face flushed with spring passion, her rapid, panting breaths—all of this made him unable to control his ejaculation any longer.

"Wait a little longer, with...Auntie, together..."

Upon hearing the word "shoot," the female official's passion erupted again. Good heavens, her best friend's son was about to ejaculate, his huge penis was about to ejaculate! But the climax wouldn't come so quickly, yet she wanted to reach that harmonious climax with her best friend's son. So she urgently commanded, "Flick Auntie's...ass...hole...quickly..."

Buzz—Liu Meng'er's mind went blank. Snowflakes danced before her eyes. She felt she had lost consciousness and the ability to think, but she could clearly feel her nectar soaking her panties, her breasts swelling.

Mother, was this still the kind and respectable mother she knew? Liu Meng'er felt she should despair of her mother, but not a single tear welled up in her eyes.

She felt humiliated for her father, ashamed of her mother's "cheating," but her hatred wasn't strong. She recalled her parents' unsuccessful sexual encounter the last time, her father's guilt, and the dissatisfaction and bitterness hidden in her mother's forgiving words.

What should I do? Liu Meng'er felt as if her legs were filled with lead. She had overheard her mother's incestuous affair with a teenager, and yet she herself was aroused. What kind of mentality was this? Was Liu Meng'er sick?

"Auntie... I want to fuck your ass... okay?"

Wei Xiaoyu said, but knew it was too late. He quickly inserted his fingers into the mature woman's anus. The tight embrace, the lewd words—he forcefully thrust his thick, almost exploding penis into the deepest part of the mature woman's honey pot, then quickly pulled it out, then thrust it in again, as if he wanted to destroy the noble secretary's garden, filled with a blasphemous "hatred." His fingers desecrated the mature woman's anus.

"Okay—it's coming..."

The mature woman's climax came suddenly, so urgent, so fierce, like being electrocuted. Her entire body tensed instantly, her heart almost stopped, and a torrent of fluid, about to burst forth, suddenly burst through the dam. "Ah..."

Spasms, more spasms, convulsions that made her soul tremble.

Wei Xiaoyu ejaculated wildly, his glans, irrigated by the spring water, could no longer withstand this exquisite enjoyment and stimulation. He ejaculated his essence, shooting it deep into the mature woman's vagina, seeping into her uterus.

"Auntie... I love you..."

Wei Xiaoyu murmured passionately, the powerful ejaculations continuing. He held the mature woman's buttocks tightly, wishing he could embed her delicate body into his own.

The mature woman convulsed violently, collapsing onto the boy's chest, her breath coming in gasps: "So good..."

"Auntie,"

Wei Xiaoyu felt his semen about to ejaculate completely, panting heavily as he squeezed and kneaded Fang Wanqiu's smooth, contracting buttocks, "Is it that making love is so good, or is it that Xiaoyu's big cock is so good fucking you?"

Fang Wanqiu convulsed again, seemingly muttering to herself: "You little pervert, how come you shot so much?"

"Did it fill Auntie's little cunt... um..."

Wei Xiaoyu's words were cut off by the mature woman's lips.

Holding the boy's head, Fang Wanqiu felt her back was already covered in fragrant sweat. She closed her eyes, with complicated emotions, and kissed the boy's lips. She had missed this moment earlier, and Fang Wanqiu felt something was missing; she wanted to make up for it.

Liu Meng'er dragged her leaden legs, supporting herself against the wall, and slowly moved away. She really needed to digest today's "harvest"...

Chapter 128 Chaotic Aftermath - Hearing Abnormality

Chen Feiyang, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by the increasingly loud ringing of her cell phone. She groggily reached for it; it was her work phone number. She thought to herself: Who's so blind? It can't be something trivial, otherwise...

Zhou Conglin, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

"Hello, Lao Zhou, what's up?"

Zhou Conglin heard the languidness in Mayor Chen's voice, and his back suddenly went cold: "Mayor, I'm disturbing your lunch break..."

"Nothing, go ahead."

"Last night, there was a sniper incident by the Luoshui River, and those bastards only reported it just now..."

Chen Feiyang suddenly sat up, her plump breasts rippling with a seductive wave: "See you in your office in half an hour."

In another room, four hot lips intertwined, the passion had faded, replaced by the tenderness of aftermath.

Breathing was still rapid, and the only sounds in the room besides the soft sucking of lips and the receding gasps were still sensual.

"You brat, get out of here, Auntie thinks your mother is coming."

Fang Wanqiu stroked the boy's sweaty cheeks; the man's scent was already quite alluring.

"Should I leave the room, or should Xiaoyu leave Auntie's... um."

Wei Xiaoyu's mouth was covered by a jade hand.

"Both..."

Fang Wanqiu's eyes flickered with an unusual light, a hint of shyness, but more so the dignity and elegance restored after the passion. Such a high-ranking female official, having already committed such a shameful act, was definitely not weak and fearful, but rather decisive and ruthless.

"Then Auntie, lift your buttocks..."

Wei Xiaoyu was also a little timid. After the passion subsided, he returned to reality, and he dared not disregard his mother's authority.

Realizing that the voluptuous and noble mature woman on his body was about to leave temporarily, he still had an unsatisfied greed, so he seized every second to grab and knead the mature woman's plump buttocks.

The succulent flesh, slightly relaxed as passion subsided, was plump and smooth in his palm, full of elasticity. Thinking of the passionate caress he'd just given the mature woman, he couldn't resist touching the tight bud between her buttocks with his fingers.

"Ah...no more..."

Fang Wanqiu's most sensitive area was touched again, the piercing itch and numbness surging up once more. Instinctively, she raised her full, round buttocks, "spitting out" his still-erect member. The fullness vanished instantly, and emptiness began to erode her soul. "Do you know how sensitive Auntie is there?"

Feel it again, the beautiful woman thought to herself, her large buttocks sinking back down. But the wet glans rubbed against her wet vulva, unable to find its proper position, slipping and teasing her with a tingling, numb sensation.

Wei Xiaoyu was amazed by the resilience of his penis. After such a violent ejaculation, he felt as if his heart and liver were about to burst out, yet it remained erect. Although somewhat numb and less sensitive, the sensation of touch was still present.

"Auntie's most sensitive anus, I really want to lick it for you."

He was up to no good. Feeling his glans approach Fang Wanqiu's anus, he suddenly gripped her waist and thrust upwards forcefully. He felt his glans sink into a soft, tight opening, and with a sudden tightening, half of his glans was inside. "Ah, so good..."

"Ah..."

The moment the glans entered Fang Wanqiu's anus, her body stiffened. Pain and itching came simultaneously, assaulting her most sensitive soul. Her teeth clenched, her brows furrowed, and a long, drawn-out, trembling cry escaped her lips, sounding incredibly ecstatic. She felt as if her heart was about to leap into her throat. "Withdraw...quickly...Auntie's going to get angry!"

This noble beauty, experiencing incestuous debauchery for the first time, was subjected to such an inconceivable and perverse experience. How could she not feel utterly ashamed and indignant?

This was utterly a trampling of her nobility, her elegance, a contempt for her authority!

Although Wei Xiaoyu was experiencing intense pleasure, he dared not truly provoke Aunt Fang's anger. Reluctantly, he withdrew his glans. Just then, he vaguely heard footsteps approaching, and it seemed there were more than one person, coming from the courtyard about thirty meters away.

Damn, was his hearing really that advanced? Wei Xiaoyu was startled and quickly explained that he was "hacking out due to nervousness," but he dared not continue his absurd behavior. He helped the stiff, pained, and hesitant noblewoman off him, saying, "Auntie, hurry, someone's coming."

The reason Fang Wanqiu dared to develop such an indecent relationship with Wei Xiaoyu under these circumstances was because she knew that no one would dare to approach her silently without her permission.

Seeing Wei Xiaoyu's panic, she couldn't be careless. Sitting on the sofa, she forced herself to remain calm, buttoning her suit jacket, and glared at the boy who was frantically putting on his pants, saying with shame and resentment, "I won't let you get away with this. You can do that there too? You're such a pervert..."

Wei Xiaoyu, however, stared at his erect, glistening penis and laughed, "Auntie, you're so wet! Look, even the white foam is coming out... Ouch, that hurts..."

"Like a little donkey, so ugly..."

Fang Wanqiu couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the boy's teasing. Her eyes were filled with lust, and her lips were even more passionate. She reached out and slapped his glans, but hesitated before bringing her hand to her nose to sniff. She immediately showed a look of disgust and shame, "Ugh... disgusting... you little pervert, did your mother teach you that?"

Oh my god, Mom, you've been shot again while lying down. I really feel sorry for you.

Wei Xiaoyu remained noncommittal, raising an eyebrow as he shoved his large penis into his pants, continuing his teasing, "Auntie, hehe, I've given you a anal fucking..."

Fang Wanqiu had seen the term "anal fucking" online before, but had never paid attention to it or sought to understand it. Hearing the boy's teasing, she immediately understood. Just as she was about to teach this scoundrel a lesson, she felt a large amount of thick semen flowing from her vagina, overflowing her panties and almost dripping down her thighs.

She quickly stood up, bending over, and reached into the tissue box on the coffee table, pulling out a handful of tissues and wiping herself inside her skirt. "You brat, luckily it's a safe period today, otherwise... hmph..."

Looking at Fang Wanqiu's embarrassed and indignant expression, and the hidden shyness in her words, Wei Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart: "Auntie, if you were pregnant with my little baby, what would that be like... coming, it should be the sound of Mom's footsteps... and... Sister Yun'er."

Having a child with this brat? Good heavens… Fang Wanqiu quickly dismissed this absurd thought, her mind filled with questions: This little rascal, he can even tell who it is! How come I only vaguely heard footsteps?

But she didn't have time to ask. She hurriedly straightened her clothes, looking for anything suspicious, only to find Wei Xiaoyu staring blankly. She quickly wiped the sweat from his cheeks, like a lover having an affair, or even more like a young wife who had just shared a romantic moment with her lover: "Hurry up, tuck your clothes in… you little pervert, still not soft…"

Wei Xiaoyu was shocked. Yes, his hearing had changed. His mother had stopped about ten meters away from the door, letting Fang Yun'er come and knock on the door alone.

"Uh…"

He was pinched by Fang Wanqiu on his bulging crotch, and immediately begged for mercy in pain. He wouldn't miss the opportunity to tease the noble and beautiful mature woman, "Auntie, do you want more? How about we sing 'Singing the Song of the Rear Courtyard' next time?"

The knocking sound was faint, gradually increasing in volume.

"Aunt, Aunt, are you still resting?"

Fang Yun'er's voice rang out.

Wei Xiaoyu saw Fang Wanqiu straighten her clothes, chest out, and stomach in.

"How could I possibly rest? This guy has been causing trouble here the whole time."

After saying that, Fang Wanqiu felt that her voice hadn't given away any flaws, and then glared at Wei Xiaoyu fiercely. "Yun'er, what's the matter?"

"Aunt Chen has something to do and has to leave first, so she came to say hello to you."

"Oh, okay, I'll take this guy with me to make things quiet. Come in..."

Fang Wanqiu made a mistake. The door opened, and Fang Yun'er stepped aside to let Chen Feiyang walk in first. The female secretary saw the tall mayor sniff the air with her delicate nose, frowned slightly, and immediately realized: bodily fluids, the smell of bodily fluids, a mixture of love fluid and semen...

"What, is something urgent?"

Fang Wanqiu pretended to be calm, closely observing Chen Feiyang's expression.

Chen Feiyang nodded, his bright eyes seemingly casually sweeping around before finally settling on his son's eyes: "You go out first."

"Yes, sir."

Wei Xiaoyu darted out, and with audacious abandon, he swung his arm, rubbing it against Fang Yun'er's firm, soft breasts as she stepped aside to let him pass. So soft, he thought it was pectoral muscle, haha…

Fang Yun'er's face flushed instantly, staring incredulously at the culprit's retreating figure: He actually, actually dared to rub against her chest?

"Yun'er, you should also leave for a moment."

Fang Wanqiu noticed Chen Feiyang's serious expression, guessing he had something to say.

Chen Feiyang wrinkled his nose again, glanced at the wastepaper basket, and his expression suddenly froze.

Fang Wanqiu noticed the change in Chen Feiyang's expression and felt a pang of helplessness. She sat down first, saying, "So serious, is something important?"

Chen Feiyang gave an undisguised bitter smile and sat down as well. "Director Zhou from the Municipal Bureau just reported that there were sniper shots fired by the Luo River last night, and they found a bullet and two spent casings..."

Wei Xiaoyu turned around the artificial hill. After a brisk run, his persistent erection finally subsided. He saw Chu Yunxiang and Chen Ruoyan standing at the gate of the courtyard wall. "Hey, the silhouettes of the two beauties are absolutely stunning, it's a pity I don't have a camera..."

Chu Yunxiang shook her head with a wry smile. Chen Ruoyan, however, abandoned her usual icy demeanor and showed him a phone box. "Here."

When Wei Xiaoyu realized it was a phone, he immediately burst into tears, choking back sobs, "Sister, you're my dear sister, sob sob..."

"Go away..."

Chen Ruoyan shoved the phone case into Wei Xiaoyu's arms, turned and ran. Wei Xiaoyu's outstretched arms, as if to hug her, startled her, her heart pounding.

Was this still the same icy, beautiful bodyguard? Shy and graceful, with a charmingly girlish demeanor.

Chu Yunxiang and Wei Xiaoyu stared at the tall, alluring figure, then exchanged bewildered glances.

"What's going on?"

Chu Yunxiang asked the boy.

The boy, with a lecherous grin, exclaimed, "Such a slender waist, such a round bottom, such long legs, right, Aunt Chu?"

Chu Yunxiang flicked Wei Xiaoyu's forehead, unable to suppress her laughter, and suddenly became playful herself: "So, what happened next?"

"Uh..."

Wei Xiaoyu blushed, clutching the phone case shyly, "Oh, Aunt Chu, I'm so embarrassed... *sobs*..."

"I vomit..."

Chu Yunxiang laughed so hard she clutched her stomach, unable to straighten up.

Chapter 129 A Gathering of Two Beauties

Qin Ce, the only son of Wei Yiliu, the vice chairman and general manager of China Film Group, and also Wei Xiaoyu's cousin, is tall, handsome, and charming, a quintessential playboy.

Leveraging his mother's status and influence, Qin Ce has established his own talent agency, recruiting and nurturing promising young male and female stars. He then uses his mother's name to promote and sell these talents to various film and television production teams. Most production teams, investors, and directors have to give him face, so Qin Ce is now thriving.

Today, Qin Ce accompanied the promising young director Liu Yang to Xi'an to scout for a female supporting role in a time-travel drama adapted from a web novel invested in by China Film Group. He didn't inform his aunt, Chen Feiyang, because she never listened to his advances, and he naturally wouldn't want to provoke her.

Although Liu Yang is nominally a young director, he's actually nearing forty. He rose to fame last year at an international film festival with a tragic love story depicting the plight of single men and women in today's materialistic society, winning the Best Director award. This significantly boosted his value after more than a decade of hard work in the film industry.

Like many nouveau riche, Liu, now enjoying his newfound success, couldn't remain calm. His temper had grown, and his eye for talent had become more discerning. In short, he was now a full-fledged "director."

For this casting call, most of the male and female actors had already been placed by investors and well-connected agencies, leaving only a few tragic female supporting roles for him to choose from. Naturally, he wanted to make the most of this opportunity.

There's a popular saying these days: talent and beauty are often found among ordinary people.

Instead of a high-profile open audition, Liu chose an unconventional path—becoming a talent scout and personally searching for candidates in the community.

If time weren't so limited, Director Liu would definitely have gone to admire the beauties of Jiangnan. With his current prestigious and sought-after director status, how could he not "seduce" a few naive young women dreaming of stardom?

Geniuses always have unconventional ideas, Qin Ce thought. So, he secretly accompanied Director Liu to Xi'an, wanting to see what kind of mess this somewhat dim-witted but talented director could make.

Driving was Qin Ce's secretary, Zhang Lan, a young woman whose looks and figure, while not exceptionally stunning, were undeniably alluring. For the past few months, Qin Ce had maintained a great interest in this captivating secretary; she was like a burning flame, and given the chance, he would let her ignite it. Liu

Yang sat in the back of the blue BMW, "star-hunting" through the car window for an entire morning. They had driven through a third of Xi'an's streets, but hadn't found anyone who satisfied him.

After lunch, without taking a nap, they continued their journey.

Finally, Qin Ce, who was feeling drowsy, heard Director Liu in the back seat scream, "Stop the car! Stop the car! Miss Zhang, stop the car! Wow, tsk tsk, top-notch, top-notch! Hard work pays off..."

************************ "Shameless perverted lecher, may you die a horrible death!"

Suddenly a voice came from the second-floor railing.

Then the two heard angry footsteps striding away, and the aunt and nephew looked at each other again.

"When did you provoke your sister Meng'er again?"

Chu Yunxiang asked helplessly.

"I'm innocent."

Wei Xiaoyu looked more wronged than Dou E, but felt ashamed: She scolded me like that, which was too lenient...

The new phone in the phone case rang. Wei Xiaoyu took out the phone, frowned at the caller ID, who could it be?

"Hello..."

He answered the phone solemnly, but immediately tensed up when he heard the voice on the other end.

"Xiaoyu, where are you? Can you get here as soon as possible..."

"Xiaofei... Teacher, what's wrong..."

Taxis were impossible to find in the restricted area, so Wei Xiaoyu urgently pulled Chen Ruoyan to take him into the city. He couldn't care less about how his mother would get back.

Chen Ruoyan drove Wei Xiaoyu at breakneck speed to the Xi'an Zhongshan Road Central Bus Station, where they saw Yang Xiaofei outside the station's hotel.

Yes, the stunning beauty that Director Liu had hailed as an angel was none other than Teacher Yang Xiaofei, who had just returned from her divorce.

Seeing Wei Xiaoyu arrive with a tall, beautiful woman, Yang Xiaofei, who had been driven crazy by Director Liu, seemed to have seen a savior. A look of reassurance flashed in her eyes, and she regained her intellectual demeanor, no longer flustered and timid.

"Teacher Yang, is this the person who's been bothering you?"

Wei Xiaoyu's face darkened. Allowing his woman to be harmed on his mother's turf would be a slap in the face.

If he didn't consider the young master a thug, then he certainly wouldn't treat the other man as a human being.

"Hmm, he said he's some kind of director casting..."

Yang Xiaofei glanced at Director Liu with disgust, noticing his lecherous eyes fixed on the stunningly beautiful woman Wei Xiaoyu had brought, grinning from ear to ear. She quickly checked Wei Xiaoyu's reaction.

Chen Ruoyan remained icy, her expression hidden behind her sunglasses. She didn't say a word, completely ignoring Director Liu, but she glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Yang Xiaofei, whom Wei Xiaoyu had rushed over so urgently.

The two women, one dignified and intellectual, exuding charm; the other stunningly beautiful, aloof and proud, terrified Director Liu.

"Damn, I'm here, and you still look like a lecherous pig,"

Wei Xiaoyu said, looking at Director Liu's dazed and stupid face with considerable annoyance. He waved his hand in front of Director Liu's eyes. "Hey, big brother, if I were to kick you, would you even know to dodge?"

Director Liu was certainly not a stupid lecherous pig, because the person sitting in the car next to him was a princeling who could speak with authority in Beijing. He was fearless and naturally didn't take a teenager seriously. He didn't even listen to what Wei Xiaoyu was saying. Instead, he swallowed hard and took a step to approach Chen Ruoyan: "Miss, hello, I am... ah..."

Inside the BMW, Qin Ce saw everything outside clearly through the glass. When his little cousin kicked Director Liu so hard that he flew backward and lay down, Qin Ce pulled Zhang Lan's small hand out of his crotch, opened the car door, and walked over with what he thought was a very dashing air.

Just as Wei Xiaoyu was about to kick Liu the limp dog, he saw his cousin Qin Ce walking towards him.

Puzzled, he was about to greet him, but Qin Ce squatted down next to Director Liu, remaining silent and observing the situation. "Oh dear, Director Liu, what happened? Look at you, how could you be so careless? Come, come, let me help you up."

Qin Ce feigned concern, making Yang Xiaofei and Chen Ruoyan smile involuntarily—exactly the effect Qin Ce wanted to achieve.

Then Qin Ce's lips curled up, and he glanced at Chen Ruoyan and Yang Xiaofei with a rather dashing air before his gaze fell on his younger cousin's face: "Hehe, Xiaoyu, your temper has grown, you've even learned to hit people."

Wei Xiaoyu smiled calmly. He had never really interacted with this playboy cousin, and he could clearly tell that his cousin still thought of him as a clueless child. But he wanted to protect his woman's dignity: "There's always a first time, right, Brother Ce? Is that some kind of lousy director lying on the ground?"

Helping Director Liu to his feet with a half-hearted gesture, Qin Ce's face fell, and he said to his cousin, half-jokingly, "Xiaoyu, I'm not trying to be mean, but you need to watch your words. This really is a director, and also my friend. Come on, apologize to Director Liu. Director Liu certainly won't hold a grudge against a kid like you, right, Director Liu?"

In the past, his cousin's words would have been reasonable, and Wei Xiaoyu wouldn't have been offended. But at this moment, he wouldn't back down.

“Brother Ce, in private, Xiaoyu, as your younger brother, can listen to your teachings, but under the circumstances today, my cousin will not back down.”

说完，韦小宇直愣愣地盯着诧异的秦策。

“咳咳，”

刘导一口气缓过来了，抚着胸口对秦策说，“秦公子，在西京你说话会打折扣的，算了，强龙不压地头蛇，我刘扬大人有大量，不会跟小屁孩计较的，咳咳。”

“听见没有，策哥，这厮是不是欠揍？”

韦小宇冷冷地反问，在心爱的女人面前，被人数落成小屁孩，实在是没面子啊。

秦策何尝听不出刘导的话在挑拨，在火上浇油？他也暗悔刚才的话说的过于满了，小表弟已经上高中了呢，京城很多比表弟还小的太子党比他秦策还嚣张，如今舅母主政西京，表弟纯粹就是一方霸主了，自然会飞扬跋扈的。

But as his cousin, almost twice Wei Xiaoyu's age, and with two such beautiful women present, Qin Ce couldn't let go of his pride. He coldly replied, "Xiaoyu, you've really grown up, huh? Then why don't you come over and punch him again?"

He was caught in a bind!

Wei Xiaoyu didn't hesitate and walked over directly: "This request suits me perfectly."

Before he finished speaking, he delivered a powerful kick to the chest, with the fierceness of competing with his cousin. Although Director Liu dodged in fear, and Qin Ce pulled him away from the side, Director Liu still couldn't dodge and flew backward, landing on the ground.

Wei Xiaoyu's eyes remained fixed on his cousin, refusing to compromise.

Qin Ce was still unable to accept this reality when Zhang Lan rushed out, chiming in, "President Qin, whose local tyrant is this? Should we call and inform... uh uh uh..."

Although Yang Xiaofei was completely clueless about Wei Xiaoyu and his cousin's background, she deeply felt Wei Xiaoyu's stubbornness and toughness, and she regretted causing him trouble.

While she was feeling lost and uneasy, something even more astonishing happened. The alluring woman who had run out of the same car as Wei Xiaoyu's cousin had barely uttered half a sentence before the stunning beauty Wei Xiaoyu had brought with him swiftly moved over and grabbed her by the throat.

Qin Ce, his face ashen, stared at Zhang Lan, whose face had turned as red as a pig's liver. He was so angry he could hardly speak for a long time.

"Sister, forget it."

Wei Xiaoyu said to Chen Ruoyan, then took Yang Xiaofei's hand. "Teacher Yang, don't be nervous, I'm here for you. Let's go."

"Wei Xiaoyu!"

Qin Ce, supporting Zhang Lan who was coughing incessantly, pointed at his cousin with a trembling finger. "You, good, very good..."

Looking at the crowd that was starting to gather around to watch the commotion, Wei Xiaoyu let go of Yang Xiaofei's hand, turned around, and quickly walked up to Qin Ce. He said coldly, "At home, we can have disagreements, but outside, we must unite. Brother Ce, I think you should be familiar with this sentence, right? Have you forgotten it?"

Of course, Qin Ce hadn't forgotten. This was a sentence that his grandfather, Wei Lieyang, who was also Wei Xiaoyu's grandfather and Qin Ce's maternal grandfather, had repeatedly told him during every family gathering.

But Qin Ce, utterly humiliated and utterly defeated in front of his cousin, nearly lost his temper: "You don't even understand the proper order of seniority, and you still have the nerve to question me?"

"What you did today doesn't deserve my respect!"

Wei Xiaoyu gritted his teeth, then glared menacingly at Zhang Lan, who was nestled in Qin Ce's arms and rolling her eyes at him. "If I were to touch you, not even the King of Heaven could protect me. You better behave yourself!"

04-27
Chapter 130 Classroom Cultivation

Qin Ce's face was pale, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word. He was furious, watching helplessly as his cousin drove away with two beauties.

This argument between the cousins was observed by a keen-eyed observer in the crowd. With eagle-like eyes, a hunched back, and a calm demeanor, he followed the white BMW into the distance, memorized the license plate number, and relayed it through his earpiece, ordering an investigation into the owner and the teenager's background.

But the hunchbacked man didn't leave, watching Qin Ce get into the blue BMW, then into an inconspicuous Volkswagen Sagitar and followed...

******************** Chen Ruoyan dropped Wei Xiaoyu and his homeroom teacher Yang Xiaofei off at the No. 1 Middle School staff dormitory and then left, filled with doubt: Why is this guy always surrounded by such incredibly beautiful women...?

Wei Xiaoyu, being young, gradually calmed down after his confrontation with his cousin and couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Qin Ce had been in the underworld for many years, yet he had been humiliated by his younger cousin. Would he scheme to get revenge?

Wei Xiaoyu knew Qin Ce wasn't a magnanimous older brother...

"Why didn't you go home? What are you doing staying?"

Yang Xiaofei deliberately adopted a strict teacher's demeanor, regaining her dignified composure, her voice cold.

Wei Xiaoyu snapped out of his reverie and looked at his married teacher, who was standing nearby. He noticed her gaze immediately averted, and she, head held high like a proud rooster, didn't go upstairs but instead walked towards the other end of the street.

"Ah, where are you taking me?"

Following the fragrance wafting in the air, Wei Xiaoyu quickly followed, three steps behind Yang Xiaofei, intently observing his teacher today.

Under the blazing sun, even walking along the tree-lined path, Yang Xiaofei couldn't help but feel a slight sweat.

Hearing Wei Xiaoyu's words, she couldn't help but purse her lips in shame and resentment: Shameless! Who took you anywhere?

She dared not go home; this man would surely follow her like a shadow. Having just received her divorce certificate today, she was restless. If this man were to "demand" from her again, she didn't know if she would completely lose her temper and cause a scene.

Therefore, she decided to go to the school office, burying herself in work to temporarily forget the troubles of her divorce.

Today, she wore a white dress—white, a tribute to her departed marriage.

The thirty-year-old woman, with a slightly fuller figure, exuded a sensual allure. Her white dress accentuated her graceful curves, the skirt flowing elegantly.

Her long, wavy, orange-yellow hair was casually tied back with a hair tie, revealing her slender, fair neck, which appeared clear and delicate, the ends playfully bouncing, revealing a subtle charm. Her

two fair arms were bare, dazzling and captivating in the sunlight.

A handbag slung over her shoulder, radiating the natural beauty of a young woman next door.

The outline of a white bra strap was visible on her back, taut and suggestive, hinting at the weight and grandeur of her breasts, making Wei Xiaoyu's mouth water.

Her slender waist, while not quite delicate, possessed the fullness of a mature woman, full of resilient strength.

Not to mention her high, rounded, plump buttocks, contrasting beautifully with her slender waist, the contours of her fleshy buttocks making Wei Xiaoyu's throat dry.

Trembling, bouncing, twisting and turning, he really wanted to catch up and take advantage of her.

He wondered where the teacher was taking him. Was it too risky to go to her dorm? Was she going to a hotel? Wei Xiaoyu's vivid imagination made him unbearably itchy.

In the hot early autumn, Yang Xiaofei's bare legs were dazzlingly white, their sexy lines making his heart race… He definitely had to hoist her onto his shoulder and give her a good shove… Wei Xiaoyu planned, feeling his manhood already throbbing.

Sigh, he'd been having too much sex these past few days; he wondered how many more times his young body could hold out…

Wait, why was Teacher Yang entering the school gate? Wei Xiaoyu quickly smiled and nodded obsequiously to the gatekeeper, eagerly following Yang Xiaofei's steps, not wanting to disappoint the puzzled gatekeeper, he shouted, "Teacher Yang, I was wrong, please don't punish me…"

Yang Xiaofei turned back, hesitant to speak, and walked straight towards the first-year high school teaching building. The Chinese language teaching and research group was on the first floor, at opposite ends of the corridor from Class 1's classroom.

She was going to the office. Although it was Sunday, she was certain that some teachers would be working overtime, so she would be "safe." "

You unscrupulous student, you've made a wasted trip, humph..." the elegant teacher thought, a charming smile playing on her lips...

Pushing open the office door, she found two teachers working at their desks: a single female teacher and the deputy head of the teaching and research group, a scholarly older man.

Yang Xiaofei greeted the two teachers, then casually instructed Wei Xiaoyu, who followed her in, "What are you doing here? Is this a place you can just come into? Go and clean the classroom. I'll be checking later, so be careful, or you'll have to do it all over again."

Wei Xiaoyu made a face and was about to argue when he saw the older teacher looking at him sternly. He quickly said, "Okay, Teacher Yang, I love cleaning. I'll be waiting for your inspection, don't worry."

Yang Xiaofei had already sat down, took out her glasses case from her bag, put on her black-rimmed tortoiseshell glasses, waved at him, and sat up straight to begin her work.

Wei Xiaoyu swallowed hard. From the side, he could see through Yang Xiaofei's slightly open neckline, and a glimpse of her fair and delicate cleavage came into view. He was thrilled, but then he noticed the female teacher looking at him coldly.

He didn't dare linger and quickly turned and fled, miserably running to the other end of the corridor to clean the classroom...

As soon as Wei Xiaoyu left the office, the female teacher immediately got up and went to Yang Xiaofei's side. She stood in the spot where Wei Xiaoyu had just been, mimicking the position, and then sneakily leaned on the bewildered Yang Xiaofei's shoulder and whispered, "Sister Yang, your handsome student just peeked at your chest, hehe..."

Yang Xiaofei immediately blushed, pinched her female colleague's arm, and scolded in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense—why pretend to work on the weekend if you're not going to date?"

"Hey, Sister Yang, if I had a face and figure like yours, I wouldn't be stuck here feeling lonely..."

Yang Xiaofei was quite pleased with this and joked, "Using beauty to please others, beauty fades..."

"Sour, sour, sour,"

the female teacher said, playing with Yang Xiaofei's hair, a mixture of envy and melancholy in her voice. "Sister Yang, why doesn't your husband come to visit? Men are no good, always wanting more. You need to be more careful. Living apart for so long, aren't you afraid he'll find someone new?"

Yang Xiaofei felt a pang of sadness, but tried not to show it. "We're an old married couple, things have become bland. You'll understand when you get married..."

The female teacher leaned close to Yang Xiaofei's ear, teasing her mysteriously. "Sister Yang, don't people say that a woman in her thirties has an unstoppable, overwhelming need for sex? How come you're so calm? Hehe..."

"You..."

These words made Yang Xiaofei's heart skip a beat. She stood up and pulled her female colleague out of the office. "Is that you horny girl?"

Once outside the office, the two walked together to the restroom. The female teacher's face was flushed, and she pursed her lips without saying a word.

"What's wrong? Did I guess right?"

Yang Xiaofei turned on the tap to wash her hands in the women's restroom, observing her colleague's reaction.

Objectively speaking, my colleague Xiao Yin is not bad, but she has a very teacher-like demeanor and lacks a woman's gentleness.

"Sister,"

Xiao Yin said hesitantly, finally unable to hold back her question, "You're so beautiful, have you received any love letters from your students?"

More than just love letters, her chastity was in jeopardy... Yang Xiaofei feigned nonchalance and walked towards the squatting area, asking, "What's wrong? Don't know how to punish the students, or are you planning to agree?"

Xiao Yin cupped her face, looking even more shy, "Sister, I'm only telling you this because I consider you my sister, so please don't tell anyone!"

Yang Xiaofei had already squatted down, the sound of rushing water filling the air, "Are you really tempted?"

"Maybe, maybe...maybe it's because of that Japanese teacher...AV I downloaded a few days ago that influenced me, I actually...I actually fantasize about it a lot..."

Yang Xiaofei stared intently into Xiao Yin's eyes, her mind filled with suspicion. She quickly pressed for details about the Japanese AV, driven by curiosity and selfishness. When she heard Xiao Yin shyly say that several male students had seduced their female teacher in the classroom, Yang Xiaofei's soul trembled.

What truly shattered her thoughts was that Xiao Yin actually said she had been secretly yearning for that kind of illicit scene these past few days, so she came to the office to use work to correct her morbid psychology… 26 Back in her office, Yang Xiaofei could no longer calm down. Xiao Yin could confide in her, but she couldn't expose her own "shameful deeds." Xiao Yin's "morbid" psychology was just a concept, while she had already turned the absurdity into a fait accompli. Who should feel more ashamed?

That damned little bastard… Yang Xiaofei's mind kept replaying the passion of that day, the "miserable state" and "helplessness" of being ravaged by her student… She involuntarily closed her legs tightly, concealing the flames burning at the tender, shy place between her legs…

Xiao Yin received a phone call, packed her bag, said goodbye, and left.

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Yang Xiaofei's cheeks flushed crimson, the absurdity and shame of that day lingering in her mind... She remembered Xiao Yin's earlier words, "A thirty-year-old woman's needs are unstoppable when they arise"... Her breasts swelled, and the little red bean in her valley throbbed with desire. The student's domineering and rude behavior that day, the boy's persistent demands, the large, red penis filling the emptiness of her honeyed passage...

Teacher Yang heard her own panting breaths, her body trembling with tension, and the slippery, shameful fluid between her legs...

"Teacher Yang, I'm leaving now, you can continue with your work."

The deputy group leader, an old scholar, stood up, stretched, and left with his teacup.

Instantly, desire surged forth like a floodgate opened, and Yang Xiaofei's heart was in turmoil: rape him?

This thought suddenly jumped out, startling Teacher Yang. In the mirror on her desk, she saw a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, alluring enough to make one's heart tremble.

Tormented by absurd desires, Ms. Yang stood up, her underwear sticky and making her want to cry. Her heart was filled with resentment; it was all that bastard's fault, and she wanted... revenge!

In the sweltering classroom, Wei Xiaoyu, covered in sweat, stood on the podium, looking around the bright and clean classroom. He was quite satisfied, and a sense of accomplishment welled up within him.

He took off his t-shirt, revealing his muscular physique, and stood under the ceiling fan, beginning to plan in his mind: When Teacher Feifei came to inspect, should he simultaneously boast and boldly repeat his old tricks, fulfilling his desire to bully Teacher Feifei on the solemn podium…?

Thinking of her full, magnificent white breasts, her plump, round buttocks, and the seductive moans emanating from her elegant, intellectual-looking tortoiseshell glasses, Wei Xiaoyu couldn't help but rub his erect penis through his pants, his face filled with lewdness…

Suddenly, he listened intently. Footsteps echoed nervously in the corridor, seemingly approaching with trepidation. Damn, his hearing was off the charts! The footsteps were clearly tiptoeing.

Could it be that Teacher Yang was going to conduct a surprise inspection? Hehe, then I, Lord Wei, will launch a counter-surprise attack and see who surprises whom, hahaha…

Chapter 131 Classroom Desire Cultivation (Continued)

After driving Wei Xiaoyu away, Chen Feiyang and Fang Wanqiu exchanged opinions on the sniper rifle incident. Finally, looking at the still-blushing cheeks of the municipal party secretary, her eyes gleaming with a fading excitement, and avoiding Chen Feiyang's gaze, Chen Feiyang's delicate nose twitched slightly. A strange smell filled the room, so similar to the smell of her son's semen that night that had sprayed onto her cheek. A strange doubt and expression floated on her beautiful face, making no attempt to hide her suspicion.

"Sister, Xiaoyu is too naughty, he's caused you so much trouble,"

Chen Feiyang said, a mocking smile in his eyes as he looked at Fang Wanqiu.

The previous dramatic scenes still lingered in her mind; the youthful audacity and her own passion had led to today's absurdity. The shameful affair was now a fact, and since she couldn't escape Chen Feiyang's suspicion, Fang Wanqiu's efforts to cover it up were pointless.

"That's nothing, it's you, as the mother, who's really worried,"

Fang Wanqiu retorted calmly. "Judging from what that kid said, he's caused you a lot of trouble, hasn't he, Feiyang?"

Chen Feiyang was surprised: Could that brat really keep his mouth shut like that? Could it be that Fang Wanqiu was trying to save face after being caught red-handed?

She glanced at her watch, then stood up to leave: "Heh, don't listen to his nonsense, I'll interrogate him properly when we get back—okay, I'm not saying anything more, Director Zhou is still waiting for me..."

At that moment, Chu Yunxiang came over and said that the car had been requisitioned by Wei Xiaoyu, and Chen Feiyang also needed to rush to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to meet with Zhou Conglin, so he had to borrow Fang Wanqiu's car.

After Chen Feiyang left, Fang Wanqiu slumped onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands in self-pity: It happened, did the shameful thing really happen?

Having held a high position and served for a long time in the capital, a place rife with intrigue and corruption, she was used to hearing gossip and scandals. But when it actually happened to her, she realized the immense pressure.

Human desires are truly insatiable. Her status allowed her to be indifferent to money, yet she couldn't escape the allure of lust. For a male official, philandering might be socially acceptable, but she was a woman…

Despite the loneliness of her position and having witnessed countless horrific events, she still found it hard to accept having been intimate with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, because her character was now associated with "lewdness and shamelessness"…

Suddenly, the door was flung open, and Fang Wanqiu saw her daughter, Liu Meng'er, storm in, her face cold, staring blankly into her eyes without uttering a word.

Feeling guilty, Fang Wanqiu couldn't scold her daughter for breaking the rules: "What's wrong, our female painter? Who made you angry?"

A strange smell filled the room—a mix of sour, astringent, and faintly fishy—making Liu Meng'er's imagination run wild. She couldn't believe that her dignified mother and a young man had overheard those lewd words. Looking

at her mother's averted eyes and the lingering blush on her cheeks, Liu Meng'er felt a pang of sorrow and indignation for her mother.

But remembering her father's "impotence" that night, she couldn't bring herself to scold her mother. She sulked on the single sofa, seething with anger. Fang Wanqiu,

of course, had no idea that her daughter had overheard her affair with Wei Xiaoyu. Confused by her daughter's unusual behavior, she wanted to get up and comfort her, but with a tissue tucked between her legs, she could only tease, "Did Xiaoyu upset you?"

Hearing the name "Xiaoyu," Liu Meng'er trembled, her heart tightening.

She stared at her mother's increasingly beautiful face, and suddenly seemed to understand something: her father was incompetent, her mother lonely and empty. As a woman herself, she felt sorry for her mother, and could even allow her mother to have the chance to meet a suitable person to find solace. But she didn't want to know the name of this "suitable person," and she couldn't bear to imagine that this person was that little rascal

, Wei Xiaoyu. It turned out that what she had been struggling with all along was her inability to face Wei Xiaoyu. Good heavens, a boy even younger than herself!

Liu Meng'er felt a deep sense of shame and indignation: her mother's innocence and reputation had been stolen by that scoundrel, which was even more painful than the abuse and humiliation she had suffered at his hands…

"Really? Tell your mother, what did he do to you this time?"

Fang Wanqiu, seeing her daughter's unpredictable mood, felt much more relieved. At this moment, in her mind, Wei Xiaoyu was no longer a mischievous little boy, but a man, a man who could bring pleasure to a woman.

Unbeknownst to her, her words had already revealed her peculiar interest in Wei Xiaoyu, her best friend's son, like... like caring for her own lover...

"Hmph!"

Liu Meng'er, filled with unspeakable grief and indignation, stood up abruptly and walked outside. "I'll make him wish he were dead!"

What had caused her daughter to hate her lover so intensely? Fang Wanqiu watched her daughter's graceful figure leave in astonishment, and an unbearable thought popped into her head: Heavens, could it be that that brat had even taken liberties with her own daughter? Was he taking advantage of both mother and daughter?

Fang Wanqiu could no longer sit still. She paced back and forth in the room, her heart aching: "No, you little rascal, you can't do this... Your sister Meng'er is six or seven years older than you. Even if you like her a lot, you have to wait a few more years... Uh... what am I even thinking... The most important thing is, you can't betray me like you betrayed your adoptive mother, otherwise, I, Fang Wanqiu, will have no choice but to kill you to silence you..."

*********************** Wei Xiaoyu, of course, had no idea that the good things he had done today, with his lucky streak, had already disturbed a mother and daughter's peace. At this moment, he was hiding behind the classroom door, his muscular upper body bare, preparing to continue his efforts and give his beloved married, busty female homeroom teacher a passionate classroom training session.

Just thinking about it made his blood boil with irresistible lust. Hearing the footsteps approaching stealthily, Wei Xiaoyu became restless.

Yang Xiaofei pressed one small hand between her full breasts, suppressing her inner turmoil. "Huh, this bastard knows there's no chance today, has he already secretly left?"

A faint sense of disappointment and desolation surfaced in Teacher Yang's heart: "Damn little brat, don't you know that any good thing in this world requires effort to pursue? Would it kill you to have a little patience...?

" Teacher Yang walked into the classroom and immediately noticed its sparkling cleanliness. A fleeting sense of relief rose within her, "Hmph, the brat is still obedient to me," but her subconscious sixth sense immediately realized her perilous situation. A soft, shrill cry escaped her lips: "Ah..."

"Teacher Feifei..."

With a frivolous, teeth-grinding call, Wei Xiaoyu darted out from behind the door like a weasel, his hands slipping under the teacher's armpits from behind, accurately and shamelessly grasping her two full, perky breasts. With a swift movement, the two plump, voluptuous breasts fell into his clutches, making him grimace and feel as if his soul was about to leave his body.

The humiliated female teacher was lewdly assaulted from behind, her full and supple body immediately went limp. Her trembling legs nestled against the beastly student's chest like soft jade, twisting and struggling, shyly crying out, "Let me go...you want to die, Wei...Xiaoyu...let go of...teacher..." Wow,

those soft, humiliating cries were so sweet and gentle that they aroused Wei Xiaoyu's lustful desires. His claws involuntarily tightened, his kneading and squeezing her soft yet firm breasts through her clothes until they were deformed beyond recognition. A small patch of her snow-white, pink flesh was squeezed out of her bra cup, peeking out from under her dress neckline—utterly alluring!

He poked his large penis, which was pressed against the teacher's plump, round buttocks, haphazardly, while breathing hot air onto the married teacher's snow-white neck, his tone quite lewd: "Teacher, do you think I'll let go, hmm?"

After uttering those lewd words, he stretched out his long tongue and licked his way up the teacher's fragrant neck, all the way to behind her delicate ear, the most sensitive part of her body.

Finally, he took a deep breath and sucked on her soft earlobe with passionate abandon, the sounds of their kisses filling the solemn classroom.

While committing this outrageous act, Wei Xiaoyu held the soft, mature, and voluptuous body tightly in his arms, controlling her struggling, fragrant flesh, listening to her soft, nasal moans, feeling her utter shyness, a surge of passion coursing through him, almost suffocating him.

"Mmm..."

Ms. Yang's already aroused body became even weaker after the student's few seconds of lewd advances. She moaned softly, suppressing her pleasure as she closed her sparkling eyes, resisting the young man's defilement with shy grace while anxiously searching for a solution.

The large penis pressed against her ample buttocks instantly evoked memories of that wild and passionate day. Her proud breasts were being wantonly played with, directly arousing her desire.

How dare this despicable student!

Hearing him tease her so playfully, Ms. Yang was filled with shame and indignation. She regretted not having a trump card to subdue this audacious student, thus ending up as a teacher who was like a mother to her for life being bullied by her own student.

Heaven have mercy! Was she, Yang Xiaofei, destined to become like those perverted teachers in Japanese adult videos?

"You...bastard...you...you'll die a horrible death..."

About to be defiled by her student again, Teacher Yang was on the verge of tears, desperately trying to vent her anger with the most vicious words.

She tried to pry his hands away with both, dodging his large, round buttocks, hoping to avoid the incredibly monstrous penis between his legs.

"Oh...oh..."

Wei Xiaoyu was further aroused by the voluptuous body writhing in his arms. The teacher's resistance, a mixture of humiliation and shyness, seemed like a reluctant acceptance, fueling his burning desire. "Teacher Feifei, you...you don't know that the more you struggle, the more...the more I go crazy with pleasure? Are you doing this on purpose, Feifei? Hehe...I knew the students had been neglecting you these past few days, and you couldn't wait any longer, right?"

Hearing Wei Xiaoyu's utterly shameless "analysis," Yang Xiaofei nearly fainted from shame and indignation.

"Pah...bullshit...bullshit! You're shameless...there's no student as bad as you in the world..."

Teacher Yang was being blatantly teased by her student, yet she was helpless, and the shameful curses began to escape her lips again.

Chapter 132 Classroom Cultivation of Desire (Continued)

Of course, she knew that the more she struggled and twisted, the more her mature and voluptuous body seemed to be rubbing against the student's weapon, further arousing his animalistic desires, only because her resistance wasn't very firm.

"Hehe, Feifei, there's a saying, 'If the student isn't bad, the teacher won't love him,' so let me be a little worse to you, okay?"

"Shameless...Wei...Xiaoyu, you'll get your comeuppance..."

No matter what, Yang Xiaofei couldn't pry open the student's thieving hands that were grabbing and kneading her full breasts. She seemed powerless, as if all her strength had been used up, yet she couldn't help but "strive" in vain.

She had no confidence that she could resist, but whether or not she resisted, she at least had to make the gesture and appearance of resistance; this was a matter of attitude and stance.

“Feifei…”

“You scoundrel, if you call me 'Feifei' again, I’ll curse your mother again… Since you don’t consider me your teacher, why should I care?”

“Okay, Feifei, oh no, Teacher Feifei,”

Wei Xiaoyu suppressed his lust, gently kneading his teacher’s ample breasts, changing the subject, “So, Teacher, have you been thinking about your student these past few days? Otherwise, why would you call me whenever something happens, right?”

“Don’t be so self-righteous. You’re such a wicked person, you dare to make someone remember you? Go find a mirror and look at your own character.”

Wei Xiaoyu’s question left Yang Xiaofei speechless, but she had a reason to argue, “Let go, haven’t you humiliated me enough yet?”

“Uh, okay.”

Wei Xiaoyu reluctantly kneaded her high, firm breasts again; the soft, plump feel was truly tempting.

"Wei Xiaoyu, are you really going to keep your bad habits? Do you really have to make me angry?"

Yang Xiaofei immediately turned around and grabbed his ear, her beautiful face flushed with a charming shyness, not even bothering to straighten her disheveled clothes.

Wei Xiaoyu naturally pretended to dodge left and right, then seized an opportunity to pull this mature and delicate body into his arms again, staring closely into his teacher's eyes, and confessed affectionately: "Teacher Feifei, you are so beautiful, so beautiful that I can't resist you..."

"Here we go again, do you even look like a student? What's the difference between you and a scoundrel?"

Yang Xiaofei finally grabbed his ear, but not too hard, because the hot, thick, hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen distracted her.

In this way, it was as if the flirtatious lovers had reconciled and began to whisper sweet nothings to each other.

The teacher half-leaned, half-nested in the student's arms, neither too close nor too distant, both wary of the moral boundaries between teacher and student, and yet bewilderedly enjoying this moment of illicit love.

“Feifei, I swear to God, aside from being a bit lecherous, I, Wei Xiaoyu, have always been…”

Yang Xiaofei suddenly became emotional, covering Wei Xiaoyu’s mouth with her hand. Her bright autumn eyes blinked, as if trying to see through this little hooligan, or perhaps trying to see into his heart.

Facing the student’s intense gaze, Yang Xiaofei lowered her eyes, a sorrowful expression on her face: “Don’t say things like that again. You don’t understand love at all. All you’re infatuated with is my body…”

Wei Xiaoyu could tell that Yang Xiaofei was speaking from the heart. Just as his teacher said, he wasn’t sure if he understood love, but he was certainly aware of his own promiscuity: “Teacher…”

“Stop talking. You keep calling me teacher. How can I bear this?”

Yang Xiaofei seemed overwhelmed with sorrow, bracing herself against the student’s strong chest, trying to break free from his embrace.

Wei Xiaoyu embraced his teacher's delicate body tightly again, feeling her softness and fragrance. He whispered in her snow-white earlobe, "Teacher, teach me, what can I do to win your heart?"

Yang Xiaofei was momentarily confused by her student's emotional words, but she was no longer a naive teenager. Too many unrealistic ideas left her speechless. She brushed away from his warm breath and sighed softly, "Wei Xiaoyu, do you know, I officially got divorced today..."

Wei Xiaoyu shuddered, gripping his teacher's shoulders and staring into her eyes, "Teacher, I'm sorry, is what you said true?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

Yang Xiaofei's heart softened under the earnest gaze of this handsome yet lecherous student. She raised a slender hand to stroke his distinct cheek and said softly, "Little pervert, what are you thinking about? Are you planning to harass your teacher openly in the future?"

Indeed, Feifei, you're so clever, Wei Xiaoyu thought to himself, secretly pleased, but he couldn't say it aloud. He feigned seriousness and said, "Feifei, is that how you see me? I'm truly heartbroken. Actually, I have ideals and aspirations..."

Yang Xiaofei bit her bright red lips, her eyes shimmering with a captivating charm. She chuckled softly, "Alright, alright, you're a good child, of high moral character, respectful of teachers, a good student who wouldn't make a teacher angry, and certainly wouldn't... lay a hand on a teacher, right?"

"Uh..."

Wei Xiaoyu hadn't expected his teacher's attitude to change so quickly. She was nothing like the timid heroines in movies and TV shows. One moment she was enduring the pain of divorce, the next she was calmly and rationally living her life. It seemed he not only didn't understand love, but he also didn't understand women.

"Well, that's good. Now you should let go of your teacher, right?"

Yang Xiaofei finally regained some of her dignity as a teacher, smiling beautifully, but she didn't actively pull away from her student's embrace.

What a considerate and understanding teacher!

Wei Xiaoyu stared at his smug homeroom teacher, racking his brains. At this moment, how should he respond to her tenderness?

Yang Xiaofei, understanding and considerate, gave her student time to think. While scrutinizing his sharply defined features, she inwardly asked herself: "Yang Xiaofei, how will you face your student?"

Despite the half-hug, half-embracing posture, she tried her best to keep her full, high breasts from touching his bare, muscular chest. However, his erect member still inevitably reached her lower abdomen.

This bizarre and ugly sight made Yang Xiaofei increasingly ashamed and indignant. She couldn't help but lightly pat him through his pants, half-coquettishly, half-scolding, "Don't you find it ugly..."

Wei Xiaoyu seemed to immediately snap out of his daze, shyly arching his back to hide his embarrassment. This awkward reaction allowed Yang Xiaofei to fully regain her dignity as a teacher, and the shame of being toyed with and humiliated gradually faded.

"Teacher Feifei, will you still have a boyfriend and get married?"

Wei Xiaoyu asked, seemingly seriously.

"Of course! Do you expect me to spend my whole life messing around with a rogue student like you?"

But Yang Xiaofei countered, "What do you think?"

Looking at his beautiful, intelligent teacher with her radiant smile, Wei Xiaoyu felt a surge of happiness and accomplishment. His teacher was asking for his opinion; she was asking him to help her shape her future!

He exclaimed excitedly, "Feifei, let Xiaoyu take responsibility for your life, okay?"

Yang Xiaofei shook her head with a half-smile, half-jokingly saying, "I don't want to become a plaything for some unscrupulous people."

Undoubtedly, from Wei Xiaoyu's conflict with his cousin at noon that day, Yang Xiaofei could easily see that Wei Xiaoyu came from a noble family. As a second-generation rich kid, a divorced commoner like herself would only be one of their playthings. Once they were tired of her, or when he grew a little older and more sensible, they would discard her like trash.

Yang Xiaofei knew she wouldn't gamble her fate, much less abandon her dignity for that one in a million chance.

Wei Xiaoyu understood the warning his teacher was giving him—a self-protective statement, a warning not to let him ruin her life.

He smiled wryly, "Feifei, I understand what you mean. Right now, nothing I say will make a difference. I'm your student, and I'll be learning and living under your protection for the next three years. Can you use these three years to observe me? I'll let you know that I, Wei Xiaoyu, am not only your prized student and good disciple, but also a good man who can consistently give you physical and mental well-being, okay?"

"Shameless! Will you die if you don't act like a rogue?"

Yang Xiaofei gave him a charmingly lewd look. Because he emphasized the word "sexual well-being," how could someone as clever as Teacher Yang not understand the underlying meaning?

Wei Xiaoyu's blood boiled again, aroused by his teacher's alluring and seductive expression. He couldn't help but arch his back, pressing his erect penis against her soft, supple belly, teasingly saying, "I'd die if I couldn't have my dear Teacher Feifei, hehe..."

An ambiguous and alluring atmosphere began to fill the air again, and Yang Xiaofei's recently calmed emotions began to ripple with tender, seductive waves.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with a captivating springtime allure, her cheeks gradually flushed a rosy blush, and she gently bit her crimson lips, suppressing her rapid, panting breaths. Her captivating charm was like a budding flower, indescribably beautiful and ineffable.

"You scoundrel, do you think you can win the teacher's heart?"

Yang Xiaofei, aroused by the student's bold and shameless advances, disregarded all shame. She reached down and grabbed the thick, hard penis, pants and all, and twisted it forcefully. "If you dare to act like a hooligan with the teacher again, I'll make you suffer to death..."

"Ah...oh...it feels so good..."

Yang Xiaofei's grip didn't cause Wei Xiaoyu any pain. Instead, the teacher's small hand kneading his ready-to-go member stimulated him to moan ecstatically. He gripped the teacher's soft shoulders tightly and flirted, "Feifei, harder, you're so good. I remember last time you helped me...slap my nipples, lick my glans..."

"Stop talking..."

Yang Xiaofei was both ashamed and aroused by her student's blunt recounting of that absurd incident. Even through her pants, she could feel the heat and vitality of his large penis, stimulating her to the point of a fever pitch. A fire raged between her legs, uncontrollable, and an overwhelming surge of lust swept over her, almost controlling her thoughts. "You little rascal, believe it or not... believe it or not, I'll rape you?"

"Yes, teacher, I'd love to..."

Seeing the teacher's eyes shimmer with a dreamy light, and her lips gleaming with a wild storm, Wei Xiaoyu sighed inwardly at the woman's desire—it was truly devastating!

"You wish! I want to grind you to dust, to destroy you, you wicked devil!"

Yang Xiaofei, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, pushed against Wei Xiaoyu's chest until his back slammed against the podium.

A pair of watery, spring-like eyes stared intently into the young man's eyes, her high, firm breasts rising and falling as if making a difficult decision.

"Teacher Feifei, is it because I'm such a troublemaker that I've aroused your desires? Are you wet? Itchy?"

Wei Xiaoyu felt that his vulgar words, used on a dignified and intellectual teacher, produced an even more explosive and stimulating pleasure.

Teachers are the engineers of the human soul, noble, great, sacred, and inviolable; they purify impure souls.

But teachers also need the opposite sex, need to make love. In the boudoir, they too can be like animals in heat, engaging in acts that offend the eye, and when passion reaches its peak, they too can emit moans like those of a woman in heat.

This is perhaps the reason why so many people fantasize about teachers—a noble profession coexisting with ugly sex, two completely different faces and expressions, tsk tsk, the taste of it all…

Chapter 133 Classroom Cultivation of Desire (Continued)

After Chen Feitong arrived at the Xijing City Garrison Command, her work was basically on track.

Apart from leading the military training of the city's No. 1 Middle School, she had nothing else to do on weekends. She was a restless person, so she went for a drive with two rather clever disciplinary officers.

The two disciplinary officers were overjoyed. Being able to go on duty with the deputy captain was a great honor for them. If they really encountered some unruly soldiers who did not follow military regulations, they would definitely risk their lives to not embarrass their beautiful female superior. Maybe they would even get lucky.

They were lucky. After driving for only two blocks, they spotted an Audi A6L with a local military license plate making a lot of noise, even overtaking other cars frequently in a busy area. Chen Feitong immediately became spirited and drove after it.

After turning two corners, the Audi pulled into the parking lot of the Jingxi Grand Hotel. A young man in military uniform got out and hurried towards the hotel lobby while making a phone call.

Chen Feitong recognized the rank of lieutenant from the shoulder insignia. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself, thinking, "Little brat, this is the kind of troublesome guy I've been looking for."

After parking, Chen Feitong, full of confidence, followed the two clever kids inside. They saw the young lieutenant standing in the elevator, the doors closing and the elevator slowly ascending.

Chen Feitong didn't enter another elevator until it stopped on the sixth floor. As it ascended, she instructed her eager subordinates, "Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu, listen to my orders. No matter what big fish we encounter, don't show weakness. I'll handle everything, understand?"

Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu didn't hesitate, snapping to attention and giving a crisp salute, replying in unison, "Yes, sir!"

Chen Feitong was satisfied, but the moment the elevator doors opened, the tense standoff in the hotel's sixth-floor corridor left them speechless.

*********************** Yang Xiaofei was utterly speechless at the student's shameless and blasphemous words. She was a language arts teacher with high literary cultivation, valuing poetry and art, but how could she have encountered such a vulgar and dissolute playboy who liked to turn poetry into something crude!

Driven to desperation, the female teacher resorted to a barrage of colloquialisms, repeating the same old clichés: "Your mom needs it, your mom's wet, your mom's itchy, are you happy saying that now? You little rascal..."

"Mom, your son wants you..."

Wei Xiaoyu, taking advantage of the situation, wasn't new to role-playing; he'd tried it before. He then bent down and embraced his alluring teacher, determined to make her, in her shame and embarrassment, reach a climax on the solemn and sacred platform!

The student's sudden and rude outburst was both expected and unexpected for Yang Xiaofei. Caught off guard, she was now seated on the platform.

Startled and embarrassed, she didn't scold the audacious student. Instead, she glanced back at the neatly arranged desks and chairs, her emotions shifting in an instant. It was as if she were now a teacher, lecturing to a class of students, imparting her ideals, her knowledge, her upright character and morality, her refined taste and inner beauty to them.

However, at this moment, she was shamelessly placed on the sacred podium by her despicable student, who was about to subject her pure thoughts to the most shameful desecration. Good heavens, her teachings!

"Wei Xiaoyu..."

The poor teacher tried desperately to keep her two naked legs together, but the student, unable to contain his passion, forced his way in. One of his wicked hands had already impatiently lifted her skirt, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white, plump legs. She was filled with shame and indignation, her helpless hands struggling to defend herself, unable to stop the student from invading her chaste territory inch by inch. "This is a classroom... How can you be so shameless..."

"Teacher, didn't you just say you were going to rape me? I guessed you'd be shy, so I took over, hehe."

Wei Xiaoyu grabbed the teacher's skirt, ready to take it off for her.

Yang Xiaofei held onto her skirt tightly, refusing to let him take it off: "No...no...you beast, I'm so ashamed for your mother..."

"It's all thanks to your excellent guidance, teacher, Feifei. Is it because I'm playing your son that you feel so aroused?"

Wei Xiaoyu stood between the teacher's legs, forcibly lifting the skirt up to Yang Xiaofei's waist, her two long, white legs wrapped around his waist, especially her plump, flawless thighs, taut and fleshy, smooth to the touch like silk.

But Yang Xiaofei wouldn't let him comfortably caress her plump thighs, constantly swaying them, trying to use the skirt to cover her alluring private parts: "Shameless! I thought your mother's identity would make you ashamed and back down, but who knew you were a beast...Wei Xiaoyu, are you determined to make your teacher feel utterly humiliated before you'll stop?"

Talking to the ashamed teacher while molesting her body was truly a very pleasant thing.

But when Yang Xiaofei suddenly said that, Wei Xiaoyu knew he had crossed her moral line, so he temporarily stopped his advances, wrapped his arms around Yang Xiaofei's voluptuous waist, rested his chin between her high breasts, and pleaded with her upturned face, "Feifei, let's do it here. Didn't you agree to it last time?"

"Do it my foot! Who agreed to it? Don't impose your ideas on others, okay?"

Of course, Yang Xiaofei remembered that last time, in the heat of passion, he had forced her to agree to make love in the classroom, but how could she admit it? She kept looking back through the window glass, "Alright, alright, you've had your fill of taking advantage of me. If someone really comes and sees us, are you going to kill me?"

"Don't worry, if someone really comes, I can hear them from thirty or fifty meters away,"

Wei Xiaoyu said with no small amount of pride. "I knew you were coming as soon as you left the office, so I hid behind the door."

“Bullshit,”

Yang Xiaofei had been wondering how this kid could sneak up on her when she had been so quiet. “No, I can’t take the risk…”

“Ah, Feifei, so you want it too, but you’re too shy to do it in the classroom, right?”

Wei Xiaoyu seized on Yang Xiaofei’s grammatical error and smugly “exposed” the teacher of desire.

Yang Xiaofei was speechless for a moment, then simply turned her face away: "Think what you want, is there any point in arguing with you?"

Seeing the teacher biting her lip and avoiding eye contact after being exposed, Wei Xiaoyu was certain that what he had done was right. Without further hesitation, he quickly reached his hand under her skirt and directly to Yang Xiaofei's high breasts, pushing up her bra and grabbing a large, full breast: "Feifei, let's begin, I will definitely satisfy you..."

"Ah..."

Yang Xiaofei's breasts were invaded, as if the enemy had occupied her vital spot. The beautiful snake was pinched at her vital point, and she let out a low moan that seemed to break her heart. She took a long breath and pulled Wei Xiaoyu's head into her arms to stop him from moving. "No... really no, this is a classroom..."

"Feifei, have you ever heard of the term 'real military classroom'?"

Hearing the teacher finally implicitly admit that "it's okay to have sex, but not here," Wei Xiaoyu's nostrils were filled with the teacher's mature and charming fragrance, and he was overjoyed.

Yang Xiaofei knew without guessing that this phrase was definitely not a good thing: "Your mind is full of nonsense, why should I know... No, don't move, it hurts..."

"Feifei, your breasts are so big, I can't even hold them with one hand. Have you ever touched them yourself when you sleep alone at night? Tsk tsk, the feel is so intoxicating..."

"Will you... die if you don't talk..."

Yang Xiaofei's left breast was being kneaded and squeezed like dough by the bad student. The kneading and squeezing pushed her desire up step by step, especially when he pinched her tender nipple with his fingers, sometimes forcefully, sometimes flicking, sometimes lifting it, teasing her until her panting gradually became rapid. It was a kind of panting full of lust, and in the hazy atmosphere, it was like an aphrodisiac, filling the sacred classroom with an absurd and passionate atmosphere.

"Feifei, is it comfortable? Is the strength right?"

Wei Xiaoyu struggled to break free from the teacher's embrace and chased after the teacher's shy eyes.

Yang Xiaofei was caught off guard and the bad student caught her looking at him with lustful eyes. In a panic, she covered her face with her hands and said in a coquettish tone, "It feels like being fucked by a pig..."

"Uh..."

Wei Xiaoyu pretended to be embarrassed.

Yang Xiaofei couldn't help but chuckle softly, but boldly opened her hands, revealing her beautiful face, and didn't avoid the bad student's stare. She deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Wei Xiaoyu, you'd better remember this: I, Yang Xiaofei, have already been defiled once by you, you shameless scoundrel. I don't care if you defile me again, but I am absolutely not some rich young master's plaything, and I absolutely do not want to be a tool for someone to vent their animalistic desires..."

Wei Xiaoyu didn't want to talk about heavy topics, otherwise he would be ashamed and back down.

“How could you be a plaything? You’re my dear Feifei.”

He reached his hands onto the teacher’s back, caressing her smooth, jade-like skin, trying to unhook her bra while saying affectionately, “Don’t worry, my promise is absolutely valid. You’ll see my heart in time. Okay, let’s not waste any more time. Let’s compose our love song together, okay? My big treasure has been longing for your little sister for ages…” 29

Yang Xiaofei grabbed Wei Xiaoyu’s ear and sighed with shame and resentment, “I don’t know what I did wrong in my past life to be able to meet such a rare gem like you…”

“A top-notch cannon?”

Wei Xiaoyu obviously misunderstood, teasing with a drooling face, “Teacher Feifei, have you been reminiscing about the power of your top-notch cannon these days?”

He tried to unhook her bra for a long time but couldn’t. He simply went back to the front, pushed up the two bowl-sized cups with both hands, and began to play with her two full, round breasts.

"Mmm..."

Her breasts were played with again, the light and heavy pressure, the skillful kneading, made the beautiful teacher sitting on the podium tremble with heart palpitations. Her two naked, snow-white legs involuntarily clamped around the young student's waist. She bit her red lips, narrowed her eyes, her cheeks flushed, suppressing the soft cry that was about to burst out. "Let me down... I... I don't want to... stay on the podium..."

"You have to stay on the podium, Teacher Feifei. You'll discover the wonders of the podium in a moment, hehe..."

After saying that, Wei Xiaoyu lifted up his skirt and watched as two snow-white, round breasts were revealed, trembling seductively before his eyes. He swallowed hard, tempted by the sight.

"You...you just want to humiliate people to make you happy?"

Seeing the shock and ecstasy shown by the bad students in front of her ample breasts, Yang Xiaofei couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. So, instead of covering them up, she leaned back slightly, one hand on the podium, the other pulling down the hem of her skirt to cover her buttocks. Subconsciously, she didn't want anyone else to see her body.

Chapter 134 Classroom Cultivation of Desire (Continued)

On the way back to the hotel after being humiliated by his silly cousin, Qin Ce felt increasingly resentful. Coupled with the instigation of his mistress Zhang Lan and Director Liu, Qin Ce could no longer accept defeat. He called Jiang Nan, a former playboy brother who was serving in Xi'an.

Although the Jiang family was not as influential in politics as the Fang, Wei, and Chen families were now, their power was mainly in the military, making them a powerful and influential family in the Republic.

Jiang Nan and Qin Ce were kindred spirits, sharing similar interests and hobbies. Although forced by their families to wear the solemn uniform and serve as a stepping stone, their main focus wasn't on meritorious service or promotion, but rather on various businesses.

The military's logistics department was a lucrative position, and Jiang Nan wasn't just some idle, spoiled rich kid; he was a businessman who valued self-cultivation.

Jiang Nan secretly owned shares in Qin Ce's agency, making them partners.

Although Qin Ce didn't elaborate, Jiang Nan could tell he was very unhappy. Without a word, he immediately drove off. In Xi'an, Jiang Nan was confident he wouldn't let his brother suffer; the military commander had been one of his grandfather's four trusted lieutenants.

He certainly didn't realize his reckless driving had already caught the attention of a hunter…

Arriving at the Jingxi Grand Hotel, he went straight to the sixth floor and saw that the door to his brother's room (611) was open, with a short-haired man standing guard outside. There seemed to be unusual activity inside the room.

Who was Jiang Nan? The red elite, always armed, immediately drew his sidearm and rushed forward: "Don't move! Who are you? What do you want?"

The guard was momentarily surprised, reluctantly raising his hand. He knew his stuff; the gleaming black pistol in the newcomer's hand was definitely genuine.

Jiang Nan glanced into the room and saw his brother, Qin Ce, being held hostage, a specially made, gleaming dagger pressed against his waist.

"What the hell is going on?"

Jiang Nan asked Qin Ce, who dared not move.

Qin Ce was equally bewildered: "How the hell should I know?"

The image of his cousin, Wei Xiaoyu, flashed through his mind, but he immediately dismissed it. Although his cousin was older and less easily controlled by his older cousin, there was no reason for him to cause such a commotion.

He had just returned to his room when there was a knock on the door. He ordered his slutty secretary, Zhang Lan, to open it, but Zhang Lan grumbled about a sore neck and went to look in the mirror. As he opened the door, he thought to himself, "Damn, that bitch really thinks she's a woman. I'll kick her out of here when I get back..."

Before he could even see who it was, a slightly withered hand, like an eagle's claw, instantly grabbed his neck, and then he was shoved against the wall by immense force. It was a hunched middle-aged man.

Startled by this sudden turn of events, Qin Ce was still reeling when he heard his brother Jiang Nan's familiar roar.

Therefore, Qin Ce had no idea what was going on...

******************************** "It has to be on the podium, Teacher Fei Fei. You'll discover the wonders of the podium in a moment, hehe..."

With that, Wei Xiaoyu lifted her skirt, revealing two large, snow-white breasts that trembled alluringly before him, making him swallow hard.

"You...you just want to humiliate people to make you happy?"

Seeing the shock and ecstasy shown by the bad students in front of her pair of big breasts, Yang Xiaofei couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. So she didn't cover them up. Instead, she leaned back slightly, one hand on the podium, and the other hand pulled the hem of her skirt to cover her beautiful buttocks. Subconsciously, she didn't want her body to be seen by anyone else.

“Teacher Feifei, this is how love between a man and a woman should be when it reaches its peak. How can you say it’s degrading?”

Wei Xiaoyu held up his two large, white, steamed-bun-like breasts, swaying them as he watched the ripples of their flesh. He swallowed hard, flicking the two rosy nipples with his thumb, teasingly saying, “Look, your nipples are hard. Looks like you’re aroused too, Teacher…”

“Get lost, you self-righteous scoundrel,”

Yang Xiaofei wanted to close her eyes, unable to bear watching her beautiful body being played with by her student, yet she also wanted to see this handsome, wicked student drooling over her body. She was so conflicted. She bit her cherry lips in a pitiful and shy manner, feigning anger with a coquettish air of wanting to resist. “It’s all your fault! This is just a normal bodily reaction…”

"Yes, yes, Teacher Feifei, may I lick them first?"

Staring at the two snow-white, ample breasts, Wei Xiaoyu swallowed repeatedly, watching the almost translucent flesh beneath, where winding veins, like earthworms, converged around the two delicate nipples. The areolas, the size of fingernails, were adorned with tiny bumps—all signs of arousal.

"Shameless! You won't... won't... lick them if I don't agree?"

Yang Xiaofei really wanted to slap the bad student across the face; he always managed to entice her to reveal her most shameful side—how despicable!

"Hehe."

Wei Xiaoyu, of course, didn't ask the teacher's permission. After a couple of chuckles, he opened his mouth and took her left breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the erect nipple and all. He held a large mound of soft flesh in his mouth, sucking vigorously while teasing the hard nipple with his tongue, occasionally thrusting it forward as if trying to press the engorged nipple into her large, beautiful breast.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Yang Xiaofei gradually revealed an irresistible, seductive demeanor, her nasal moans expressing the spreading desire within her.

Her brows furrowed, as if enduring pain; her beautiful face flushed crimson, resisting the release of her most shy moans; biting her lower lip, her hands gripped the edge of the podium tightly, desperately trying to control the trembling of her body.

Watching the boy fondly suckle, arch, and knead her snow-white breasts, his plump, full mounds twisting and turning pitifully under his caresses, she finally couldn't help but open her cherry lips and gasp, "Enough...enough...enough..."

"Gulp..."

Wei Xiaoyu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked up, stared at the teacher's amorous eyes, and suggested, "Teacher Feifei, is it comfortable? Am I going all out?"

The female teacher, whose desire had already tormented her senses, had lost the shackles of morality. Watching her breasts, smeared with the saliva of her naughty student, rise and fall violently, she said in a dry, coquettish voice, "You...you're just doing this for your own pleasure, to vent your ugly, bestial...sex..."

“Teacher Feifei, we’ve already gone this far, so please stop making excuses, okay? Love between a man and a woman is only truly enjoyable when it involves both pleasure and affection,”

Wei Xiaoyu said, clamping his teacher’s two plump, white thighs and dragging her nearly limp body towards the edge of the podium. “Teacher Feifei, come on, put your arms around my neck, let me feel your passion, okay?”

“You…where do you get so many…wonderful ideas?”

Moved by her mischievous student, Yang Xiaofei knew the final moment of their lovemaking was approaching. She felt both anticipation and guilt; alas, she had succumbed to her student’s temptation once again. “No, no hugging, no…”

Stimulated by his teacher’s feigned shyness, Wei Xiaoyu slyly smiled and said, “You’ll want to hug your little lover soon enough, hehe…”

With that, he assumed a horse stance, positioning his mouth just above his teacher’s private parts, and forcefully spread her thighs apart.

But when Yang Xiaofei realized what shameful thing the bad student was about to do, she stubbornly tried to keep her legs closed, preventing him from succeeding. She cursed in shame and indignation, "Bastard...no...don't, don't do that...it's so ugly..."

"Teacher Feifei, be a good girl and don't move around. I'll be heartbroken if you fall, hehe..."

When Wei Xiaoyu saw that the teacher was about to reach out and grab his hair, he quickly bent down and put the teacher's two plump thighs on his shoulders. At the same time, he tentatively stood up a little, and the swampy wetness at the end of the teacher's legs was immediately exposed, making him dizzy with desire.

"Ouch..."

Yang Xiaofei shrieked softly, quickly grabbing the edge of the podium behind her back. Otherwise, she would have fallen off and been injured—the first person since the beginning of time to do so. In that moment of surprise, she glanced back at the classroom, looking at the rows of neat desks and chairs, as if a group of students were sitting and watching their teacher being humiliated. This thought filled her with shame and anger. She simply closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let this naughty student do as he pleased. "What a hateful rascal... Don't humiliate me anymore, what are you doing... You... Hurry up... My hands are getting sore..."

"Teacher, yes sir."

Wei Xiaoyu's patience couldn't last much longer. His penis was already eager to eat. He stuck out his tongue and started licking down the teacher's smooth left leg, from the rounded knee, leaving a trail of saliva. He arrived at the teacher's fragrant private area and couldn't help but sigh, "Feifei, your panties are so wet..."

"..."

Yang Xiaofei was already beyond shame, so she shut her mouth to avoid being further humiliated by his continued tirade. She focused her attention, awaiting his varied and provocative attacks.

Beauty is in the legs, and the teacher's legs were flawless, full, and voluptuous. But this was merely an appetizer; the most beautiful scenery was always found at the most secluded peaks.

The teacher's white underwear wasn't particularly sensual; a bow tie at the waist below her navel was conventional, perfectly suited to her dignified and intellectual teacher persona.

However, the crotch was soaking wet, incongruous with her identity as a people's teacher. How could a glorious and great teacher be consumed by lust and overflowing with love juice?

The teacher was trembling, enduring his shameless teasing. Wei Xiaoyu saw her flat stomach heaving violently. As she inhaled, her panties tightened, outlining the contours of her private parts perfectly, like a small, vertical mouth. The fabric of her panties was almost embedded in the cleft, revealing her plump, beautiful lips, which exuded a musky, intoxicating scent—truly intoxicating!

What is this bastard doing? Why hasn't he made a sound for so long?

The torment of shyness was unbearable for Yang Xiaofei, the teacher. Having her private parts admired by her student for so long filled her with shame and anxiety. "You rascal, come on, start! Stop torturing me... Let me, let me down..."

Before Wei Xiaoyu could even process what his teacher had said, Yang Xiaofei had already resolutely spread her legs, removed herself from his shoulders, and slid down, saying quickly, "Never mind, I'm leaving..."

Chapter 135 Classroom Desire Cultivation (Continued 2)

Before Wei Xiaoyu could even process what his teacher had said, Yang Xiaofei had already resolutely spread her legs, removed herself from his shoulders, and slid down, saying quickly, "Never mind, I'm leaving..."

Wei Xiaoyu quickly grabbed his teacher, "Teacher Feifei, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Don't go, let's start making love right now..."

"Shameless! Hurry up!"

Yang Xiaofei didn't know how to face this shameless student, so she glared at him like a dignified and authoritative teacher, turned around, and impatiently ordered with her back to him, "I'm in my fertile period today, don't... don't... inside..."

"Hehe, Feifei, you like doggy style?"

Wei Xiaoyu's nose was about to bleed, and he lifted the teacher's skirt, but Yang Xiaofei turned around as if she had been stepped on, covering her ample buttocks that were briefly exposed.

"No, no, it's too ugly..."

Yang Xiaofei tried to struggle and escape, but Wei Xiaoyu held her back, and her escape wasn't very resolute. "Let go of me, no, this is too painful. Doing such an ugly thing feels like being watched by the whole class..."

"Teacher Feifei, don't worry, they won't get to see this,"

Wei Xiaoyu tried his best to persuade her, while pulling down his pants and pulling the teacher's soft little hand to touch his hard penis, hoping that the contact of the naked genitals would dilute her shame. "Teacher, feel it, my iron will is so hard. If I don't release it, I'll get sick..."

"No, you're not a teacher, you're a hooligan. Hooligans can't understand the teacher's pain..."

Yang Xiaofei clenched her little fists, refusing to touch the penis rubbing against the back of his hand, but the hard, iron-like touch made her heart leap out of her chest.

Gazing at his teacher's beautiful, blushing face, her eyes alluring with spring-like passion, especially after such a long period of flirting and teasing, her two delicate and tempting cherry lips were red and moist. Wei Xiaoyu kissed her, and upon hearing a sudden, pitiful moan from her nose, he became wild.

His thieving hands brazenly lifted her skirt, caressing her soft, smooth back, her fleshy skin brimming with boundless desire.

He passionately sucked on her tender lips, his tongue sliding back and forth between her tightly closed lips, trying to pry them open and enter her fragrant mouth, enticing her soft tongue.

The moment Yang Xiaofei's lips were forcibly kissed by her student, the impulse of desire could no longer be contained.

She closed her spring-like eyes softly, controlling her softened body to prevent it from immediately collapsing, making a final, desperate resistance.

But the teasing and aggression of the bad student were something a woman as lonely and empty as her could not easily resist. Whether it was his thieving hand stroking her back, or his erect penis, not to mention the passionate kisses, lust was rapidly building and escalating. She struggled to breathe, finally unable to hold back any longer, and opened her cherry lips to seek oxygen. His nimble tongue seized the opportunity to slip into her mouth.

"Mmm..."

Teacher Yang let out a soft, infinitely alluring moan. The seed of desire had finally sprouted under the bad student's nourishment.

Wei Xiaoyu immediately realized from the teacher's violently trembling body that his efforts had been richly rewarded. Overjoyed, his attacks became even more brutal and aggressive.

One of his hands slid down to the teacher's plump buttocks, squeezing them hard, enjoying the exquisite beauty of her buttocks through her thin underwear; at the same time, his other hand guided his large penis, thrusting wildly into the teacher's wet, forbidden zone between her legs. That muddy swamp was incredibly soft, like a magical suction device, drawing his penis in with irresistible longing; his tongue, already inside the teacher's fragrant mouth, didn't rest for a second, chasing after her evasive, soft tongue, greedily sucking up the sweet saliva from her mouth.

Under this multi-pronged attack, poor Teacher Yang felt that even the most chaste saintly woman couldn't escape the torment of desire. So she sadly admitted that her resistance had completely failed, her defenses had collapsed.

She cried out in her heart: Love and desire are innocent!

Immediately, Wei Xiaoyu felt the boundless demands of the lustful young woman!

Teacher Yang, filled with immense shame and sorrow, clung to her student's body like an octopus.

"Ah..."

A bare, smooth jade arm hooked around the young man's neck, pressing his strong frame tightly against her voluptuous body; at the same time, a long, exposed, beautiful leg climbed onto the student's waist, rubbing passionately, feeling the hardness and ferocity of the young man's huge penis through her damp panties; her fragrant tongue no longer retreated shyly, but bravely counterattacked, engaging in a lingering play with the invading enemy...

The young woman's passionate counterattack delighted Wei Xiaoyu. His large hands, which had been kneading her plump buttocks, were no longer satisfied with just the teacher's bottom; they slipped inside her panties, sliding along the deep crevice of her buttocks, reaching down as far as they could, first feeling a wet, soft expanse.

Her sensitive and shy forbidden zone was violated, and Teacher Yang's body trembled even more violently. She involuntarily wanted to close her legs, but the bad student's determination aroused her desire to show her lover her erotic passage; her hot, slippery private parts also longed for a man's presence!

Wei Xiaoyu seemed to have read his teacher's mind, and, playing to her desires, continued to delve deeper, finally reaching the thicket of her private parts. The soft, curly hairs, soaked in her love juices, clung wetly to Wei Xiaoyu's fingers. As the humidity and temperature intensified, Wei Xiaoyu's fingers finally sank into the slippery, delicate crevice of her vulva. He couldn't help but let out a low growl: "Ah, Teacher Feifei, your little sister is so wet..."

"It's...it's all your fault..."

Yang Xiaofei seized the opportunity, her red lips parted, panting heavily. She no longer cared about the teasing and humiliation from her bad student. One of her soft, demanding hands moved to the young man's crotch, trembling yet bravely grasping his penis. The enormous shaft filled Teacher Yang with an inexplicable sense of pride: such a large penis, and from her own student—how many female teachers in the world are fortunate enough to taste its pleasure...?

"Teacher Feifei, are you feeling happy?"

Wei Xiaoyu licked his teacher's delicate earlobe, his middle finger, already inside her tender vulva, slipping unnoticed into her honeypot. Her wet little mouth immediately enveloped him with a ring of elastic, alluring flesh.

"Mmm..."

Yang Xiaofei almost lost her balance for a moment. She lowered her beautiful legs from around the student's waist, her small hands gripping the young man's penis, vigorously stroking it back and forth to counteract the itch and desire arising from the itching in her honeypot.

The hot, hard penis, veins bulging, thick pubic hair prickling her small hands. Men's things are truly the most despicable of all. What is normally a soft organ, when lust takes hold, becomes as hard as steel, relentlessly whipping and ravaging a woman.

Men, so shameful!

And what about herself, as a woman? Knowing full well that the man's thing was about to ravage and destroy her delicate little mouth, her little mouth, instead of having any self-respect, was still flowing with so much shameful fluid to lubricate herself, assisting the ugly fleshy man in whipping and ravaging her...

"Wei Xiaoyu, let's... begin..."

The dignified and intellectual female teacher, her heart fluttering, thought of these absurd and ridiculous things between men and women, and her desire couldn't help but slip out.

"How do we begin? Begin what, teacher?"

Wei Xiaoyu pulled his wet fingers out of the teacher's honey hole and held them up in front of her eyes, a bitter, fishy smell wafting out.

Teacher Yang was overwhelmed with shame. In her embarrassment and confusion, a surge of passion welled up within her. She pushed the naughty student's finger into his mouth, saying, "You little rascal, you're going to die! Why don't you try it... Ugh, you're so... disgusting..."

Amidst the teacher's sultry scolding, Wei Xiaoyu sucked on his finger, savoring the strands of love juice flowing from her honeyed orifice, his face displaying a lewd and ecstatic expression. He seized the opportunity to plead, "Teacher, Feifei, can you blow on me?"

Watching her naughty student savor the fluids secreted from her dirty private parts, Teacher Yang felt a strange surge of emotion and passion. She felt she should reciprocate, and she should also pay the price of shame for her little lover.

However, seeing the provocative evil in the naughty student's eyes, Teacher Yang couldn't bring herself to perform oral sex on her student. Just as she hesitated, the naughty student seemed to see through her thoughts, pressing down on her soft, fragrant shoulders, "forcing" the teacher to squat down.

"You're so mean..."

Teacher Yang squatted below the podium, glaring at the student with a look of shame and remorse. She saw him leaning on the podium like a serious teacher, while she, as his teacher, was squatting between his legs, her delicate hand holding his monstrous penis, ready to perform oral sex on him. The scene was utterly shameful. "I'll bite you off, hmph..."

"Ah...so good...Feifei, your oral skills are so...good..."

Wei Xiaoyu, naked from the waist down, leaned on the podium, slowly thrusting his hips back and forth, watching his bright red glans being taken into his teacher's parted lips. Immediately, his teacher's cheeks puffed out, and with a pained and shameful expression, she licked his glans with her tongue.

Wei Xiaoyu felt his legs trembling. His teacher had been trained to such a submissive state, to act out such a lewd scene; he truly felt guilty towards her. He vowed never to let her down!

"Mmm..."

Yang Xiaofei felt her cheeks being stretched to the maximum extent, and gradually felt sore. She thought to herself that although she could enjoy a super big penis, the price she paid was really not small.

She dared not look up at the bad student's expression; he must be shamelessly laughing at her. She recalled the oral sex scenes in the adult videos she'd downloaded during moments of loneliness, and suddenly felt that the actresses' skillful techniques were truly beautiful. Why couldn't she learn them?

Gazing at the thick, dark pubic hair before her, glistening like needles, and the thick, long penis with its bulging veins, so dark it looked ferocious and terrifying, her two small hands couldn't even grasp it. She swallowed the remaining part connecting to the glans, deeply realizing just how lewd she truly was.

With one hand, she gripped the hot, throbbing penis and rapidly stroked it back and forth. With the other hand, she imitated an adult film actress, caressing his large scrotum. The boy's genitals, exuding a pungent, fishy smell, fueled the intellectual female teacher's fantasies: Good heavens, this is a middle school student's genitals, the most private part of a minor boy! And now his teacher is squatting in front of him, playing with her student's ugly genitals, even holding them in her mouth and touching them with her hands like treasures. If others found out, how could she live?

Shame tormented the morbidly ashamed teacher, and her moral compass elevated this absurd and immoral act. The most impossible thing in the world was unfolding before her eyes, leaving the teacher with no choice but to use frantic actions to relieve this boundless pressure.

She opened her small mouth wide, trying her best to swallow the student's large glans. However, it was too huge, causing her to choke and drool, some of which dripped from the corners of her mouth and onto the collar of her skirt. Some of the glistening saliva flowed down the dark, thick penis. She immediately began frantically stroking the student's large penis with her small hand, using her saliva to make the throbbing behemoth in her mouth and hand even harder, more ferocious and terrifying!

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