[Rural Areas] The Countryside is So Beautiful (Complete) - 28

Chapter 153
I suddenly understood the words of advice my master had given me: "Encountering bamboo brings nobility, a red robe on the chest. Calamity and fortune, two women embracing." Could it be that fate truly held sway? It seemed the peaceful period was about to end.

"Slap!!" Before I could think any further, a crisp slap landed on my face. The tour guide stood fiercely before me, her earlier shyness gone, replaced by a livid expression.

"Does your name contain the character 'bamboo'?" I asked hastily, covering my face.

"My name is Zhang Xingzhu, what do you think?" She shouted angrily at my bewildered expression.

"I'm sorry about earlier." Having confirmed my suspicions, I was even more confused. My master's third piece of advice was "calamity and fortune," but I didn't know if this woman was bringing me calamity or fortune. But a red robe on the chest—that should be good luck, right? And who were those two women? Could it be Bai Jie? A thought crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it.

"You...you think saying 'sorry' is enough?" She pointed at my forehead, shouting angrily.

"What, what do you want? Want to touch me again?" I retorted without hesitation, my mind a jumble. The Red Phoenix Star (Hongluan Star) belongs to Yin Water (Gui Water), governing marriage; the Heavenly Joy Star (Tianxi Star) belongs to Yang Water (Ren Water), governing engagement, celebrations, and childbirth. This was the first time I'd heard of the Red Phoenix Star in one's chest, and the more I thought about it, the more confused I became. But I also had a vague feeling that this little tour guide I'd met by chance might be of great help to my future career.

"I'm ignoring you!" Before I could say anything more, she had already run out of the house, giving me no friendly look.

Less than a minute later, Fatty Xu returned. We chatted for a while, then went to bed. I didn't think much of it anymore; what's meant to be will be, so I simply fell into a deep sleep.

After breakfast at the hotel the next morning, the little tour guide led our group out. We met Bai Jie and her group along the way, so the two groups merged. Today we visited the Qingxi Three Waterfalls in the mountains. Qingxi is a tributary of the Qinghe River, but its water flow is usually not large. The mountain water flows out from the crevices of caves, forming three waterfalls in narrow places. Actually, the waterfalls on Qingxi aren't that interesting. Our main purpose was to see the giant salamanders in Qingxi. They mainly live in streams, and their conditions are quite demanding. The water must be clear, with low sand content, and the current must be rapid. They also need caves with backflow to live in. It is said that giant salamanders can grow to one or two meters long and weigh over a hundred kilograms. They have a strong ability to withstand hunger and can even go two or three years without eating. At the same time, they can also eat voraciously, gaining up to one-fifth of their weight in a single meal.

The weather was fine when we set off, but unexpectedly, the sky darkened when we were halfway there, and it looked like it was going to rain. However, we all had umbrellas, so we weren't worried and didn't change our route. The guide just urged everyone to hurry on and not linger too long along the way.

Along the way, we crossed a floating bridge about ten meters long over a mountain stream. Presumably to maintain the natural ecology of the scenic area, the bridge was deliberately built in a somewhat haphazard manner. Watching the clear stream flowing gently beneath it, and a few crucian carp darting around the bridge, the women in our group immediately became overly compassionate, throwing small bread rolls down, which attracted even more fish. It seemed these fish had learned their lesson and knew there was food there.

Director Xing, however, was walking on the floating bridge, her legs trembling slightly, afraid to look down into the stream. Actually, the water below was only about waist-deep, posing no real danger; even if she fell in, she would only get her clothes wet.

I had originally intended to keep the relationship between the two of them quiet, but thinking it might be a bit petty, I stepped forward and whispered, "Sister Xing, should I help you across?"

"No need," she smiled slightly and quickly crossed the floating bridge.

Around 1:00 PM, we arrived at the waterfall viewing pavilion. To our surprise, there was no one there. Looking at the roaring waterfall, everyone's excitement began to rise. One by one, they jumped into the clear stream without a care for their image. The icy water reached past their knees, an indescribable feeling of comfort. (

This work is exclusively published in text form on Qixingge Novel Network. Unauthorized reproduction or excerpting is prohibited. For more latest and fastest chapters, please visit [website address]!) The little tour guide led us to lift stones in the stream. Every now and then, one or two giant salamanders would dart out and quickly disappear among the stones. I was lucky enough to catch a crucian carp weighing over half a pound. I thought about borrowing a fire to grill it and eat it, but then I thought better of it. With so many people, it would be a little embarrassing to eat it alone, so I did a good deed and released it back into the stream.

Zhang Xingzhu didn't approach me at all that morning. Even when she saw me smile at her, her face would turn cold, and she would turn her head away without looking at me again. After

we finished eating, we rested for half an hour at the waterfall viewing pavilion. I sat alone on a large rock by the stream, lost in thought, and casually tossed an empty mineral water bottle onto another rock.

"Don't litter, you know? Didn't you see the sign over there?" At this moment, Director Xing walked over to me, sat down, and pointed to the wooden sign hanging under the tree, reading aloud: "Leave nothing but smiles, take nothing but photos."

"Hehe, I'll pick it up right away," I replied, but didn't move. Instead, I dipped my feet into the stream, feeling the small fish nibbling at me.

"How did you get involved with the tour guide?" Director Xing asked softly.

"You noticed too?" I asked in surprise.

"Of course," she also sat down cross-legged, leaning against me.

We chatted idly, and slowly our thoughts opened up. She opened her mouth several times, then swallowed back each time, seemingly wanting to tell me about Bai Jie.

I had originally intended to let her speak first, but seeing this, I couldn't help but ask, "Sister Xing, is there something you want to tell me?"

"Nothing," she blushed, staring blankly at the flowing water.

I followed her gaze and suddenly felt a chill. I looked up at the sky, quickly stood up, and shouted, "Go back quickly!!"

"What's wrong?" she asked curiously, seeing my flustered appearance.

"A flash flood has occurred." I said, ignoring Aunt Xing's pale face, and shouted to the crowd, "Zhang Xingzhu, come and see what's going on."

"What are you shouting for?" she responded from within the crowd, but didn't come over, clearly still angry about what I did last night.

"Come over here quickly, what are you standing there for?" My tone carried a hint of command: "Take a look at what's going on?"

Seeing my bad expression, she reluctantly came over. Several other people nearby also noticed something was wrong and followed, unaware that the humidity in the air had suddenly increased.

"Look how much muddier the stream is! I just put a water bottle on a rock, and now the water has overflowed it."

"What's going on..." Some observant people started to notice, and someone kept exclaiming, "Look how fast the water is flowing!"

"The waterfall is much bigger too!"

...

Her face immediately darkened, and she grabbed the small megaphone and shouted, "Everyone, gather quickly! Zhang Ming!" She yelled at another tour guide, "Get them all together right now, take a headcount, and we're heading back immediately."

By this time, everyone realized something was wrong. Without being told, they all rushed towards the tour guide. Before everyone had arrived, a light drizzle began to fall. She briefly explained the situation and told everyone to grab their umbrellas and hurry back.

The rain grew heavier, and when the clear stream reappeared, it had transformed from a gentle lamb in the morning into a monstrous wolf, the water murky and the bottom completely obscured.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and soon large raindrops were pattering against the umbrella. It was impossible to hold the umbrella up with one hand. The wind also began to pick up, and the branches of the trees were constantly rustling. Broken branches and fallen leaves were falling from time to time.

The tourists all knew the situation was dire, and they hurried along the muddy mountain path, no longer complaining about why the weather forecast hadn't warned of another torrential rain and flash floods.

Aunt Xing had been rushing, and her umbrella had been blown away by the wind. I pulled her under my umbrella, held her hand, and followed the group. In our haste, we didn't even notice any physical intimacy.

At that moment, no one cared about appearances; everyone knew that if they didn't cross the pontoon bridge, they would have to spend the night hungry in the mountains, and if the flash flood was any stronger, it could easily wash away the bridge, making the wait even longer.

We walked for nearly two hours before reaching the pontoon bridge. Looking up, the once clear stream was now a murky white mess. The stones on both sides had disappeared into the water, and only the tips of the reeds on the banks could be faintly seen. The water level was now only thirty centimeters from the bridge deck, meaning it could overflow or collapse at any moment. What was usually a quiet, gentle stream had become a roaring, muddy river. Everyone stared at the swirling currents of the river before them, the waves crashing against the already fragile wooden stakes. They looked incredibly fragile, yet seemed capable of withstanding the impact of a flash flood.

"I'll cross carefully. If everything's alright, you guys direct the others to cross." Because I had been directing the group and keeping an eye on things at the back, the two tour guides now implicitly considered me their leader, and Zhang Xingzhu no longer held any grudges against me.

To be honest, I wasn't entirely confident either, but being skilled and daring, relying on my swimming ability, I handed the umbrella to Aunt Xing and quickly stepped onto the pontoon bridge. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

I quickly walked back and forth; the pontoon bridge was extremely slippery after the rain, making it difficult to even stand in shoes.

"How's it going?" As soon as I arrived, everyone surrounded me with umbrellas.

"Two people per team, help each other across, be careful, the bridge is too slippery!" I wiped the rain off my face and shouted. As I spoke, the stream rose a few notches, and water had already accumulated where I had just been standing.

The torrential rain made it almost impossible to see the other side. I strained to see the two people on the bridge through the rain, shouting repeatedly, "Be careful! Be careful!"

Seeing them cross safely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and began to push their way onto the bridge. In times of crisis, a sense of personal safety becomes crucial.

"Don't panic, one at a time," Zhang Xingzhu shouted from the side, directing them across.

One couple after another, most of the men crossed, but a dozen or so women remained on the bridgehead, refusing to go any further, seemingly afraid of the water. The stream was now much faster than before. I had initially called for ladies to go first, but they were too scared to cross. The floodwaters were now only a few centimeters above the pontoon bridge, and they were rising rapidly. I started to get anxious and shouted, "Hurry up! If the flood comes, no one will be able to escape. Do you want to spend the night on the mountain?"

Seeing their unmoved attitude, I had no choice but to personally help them across one by one, which delayed things considerably. In the end, only Aunt Xing, Bai Jie, and Zhang Xingzhu remained to cross.

The sky had darkened considerably, and the mere dozen meters seemed like an insurmountable chasm. The pontoon bridge began to sway under the force of the flash flood. Originally, this pontoon bridge wasn't very flood-resistant, and this time, due to the wind, many withered branches and leaves brought down from the mountain blocked the water inlet, acting like a dam. The debris piled up on one side, and grayish-white foam had overflowed the bridge surface; the pontoon bridge was on the verge of collapse.

I helped Aunt Xing towards the other side, but she refused to take a step. Helpless, I picked her up and carried her across almost at breakneck speed, while Zhang Xingzhu and Bai Jie followed behind, supporting each other.

However, in an instant, without any warning, I felt the pontoon bridge beneath my feet begin to tremble, sway, and move, threatening to topple.

"The pontoon bridge is going to break! Go back!" When I first felt that dizzying tilt, I quickly turned around, only to hear a loud bang behind me and a constant ringing in my ears. Under the immense pressure from the left, the pontoon bridge finally succumbed and collapsed. The floodwaters, which had been waiting upstream, surged like a runaway horse, instantly engulfing my ankles and obscuring the bridge from view. I lost my footing and tumbled into the water.

Instead of panicking, I quickly tested the bottom with my feet, trying to stand up. I had noticed beforehand that the stream wasn't very deep, but I hadn't realized I'd made a mistake based on experience—that it was only shallow around the pontoon bridge. "Glug, glug," Aunt Xing, whom I was holding, had already swallowed some water. She clung tightly to my clothes, refusing to let go. The floodwaters carried us rapidly downstream. Through the haze, I saw Bai Jie and the other woman also being swept off the pontoon bridge…

I had underestimated the power of a flash flood. No one can resist the forces of nature. In the water, I couldn't save them in time. I could only watch as the raging floodwaters swallowed us, swirling and pulling us downstream. The only thing I could do then was hold onto Aunt Xing tightly, trying to keep us from being separated.

The current downstream was even stronger, and in the blink of an eye, we had been swept hundreds of meters downstream. I gripped Aunt Xing's body with one hand, desperately waving my arms towards the opposite bank, but Bai Jie and the others were nowhere to be seen on the grey water…

Chapter 154
I struggled to tread the water, trying to swim to shore, but my strength was waning. The skills my master had taught me were utterly useless against nature; I was completely powerless. Just as I was feeling despair, I was suddenly struck hard in the waist. The force of the impact made me dizzy, and I almost let go of Aunt Xing's hand. But at that moment, a thought flashed through my mind. I had been swept to a large rock, and thanks to the rock's resistance, we were no longer swept downstream. With hope, I suddenly felt a surge of strength. I gripped the crevice between the rocks tightly with one hand, stretched my body in the water, and probed the bottom with my feet. My heart sank again; I hadn't touched the riverbed. It seemed the downstream was much deeper than I had imagined. At this moment, everything around me was dark; I could only vaguely see the riverbank, less than three meters away. If I put in more effort, I should be able to swim across.

After catching my breath, I grabbed Aunt Xing again, not caring where I was holding on in my haste, just clinging tightly, and swam towards the shore. Although the current was swift, I managed to climb ashore with all my might, gritting my teeth. Actually, the current was much gentler near the bank than in the middle of the river; in the end, I practically carried Aunt Xing ashore.

It was too dark to see her expression, but I knew the most important thing now was to administer first aid.

I gently placed the limp Aunt Xing on a slightly flat rock, forcefully pried open her mouth, cleared away the vomit and mud, and quickly breathed into her mouth. Then I began to tear open her clothes and press down on her chest to help her vomit the water from her stomach.

"Help! Help!!" Just then, I heard a faint cry for help coming from the river, almost inaudible amidst the rushing rain and flowing water.

"Bai Jie, Zhang Xingzhu." This was the first thought that popped into my head. I quickly stood up and looked at the river, but saw nothing.

"Help..." Just as I was becoming increasingly anxious, I finally heard another voice. This time I heard it clearly and saw a black shadow bobbing up and down downstream.

"Bai Jie..." I couldn't help but shout loudly, running down the riverbank.

"We're here, save us..." Bai Jie heard my voice and shouted excitedly, but unfortunately, I couldn't see her face in the darkness.

I ran along the river, but there was no way to get there. I watched as the two people got further and further away from me, and the river widened. At this moment, the stream had flowed into the canyon, and the mountains on both sides were steep.

Suddenly, the dark figure stopped a short distance ahead, probably also blocked by the rocks. I was overjoyed and ran faster. This time, I finally saw them clearly. They were lucky; when they fell off the pontoon bridge, they grabbed a large plank from it and were drifting downstream—much better off than me and Aunt Xing.

"Hurry, we can't hold on much longer!" Zhang Xingzhu urged.

I was also frantic on the bank, not knowing what to do. Even if I rushed into the river to save them, I couldn't stop the swift current; all three of us would probably be swept away. But I couldn't find a rope or anything like that right away. Helpless, I ran upstream for about ten meters and then jumped into the water, swimming quickly towards Bai Jie and the others.

"Wang Hao, Wang Hao!" Just as I was being swept away by the current, Bai Jie grabbed me.

In desperation, I swallowed a mouthful of filthy sewage before grabbing onto a rock. Seeing their pale faces, I didn't say much, just instructed, "Hold on tight, the three of us will push towards the shore together."

I held my breath and pushed the driftwood towards the bank, splashing water. Unfortunately, just as we broke free from the rocks, a wave crashed over us, and we were swept straight downstream. At that moment, I didn't care about holding my breath anymore; I gritted my teeth and gripped the driftwood tightly, stomping my feet hard in the water, my face turning red. Just when I felt my strength waning, my feet touched a rock, and I was overjoyed, knowing there was a chance. It was truly like crossing a river by feeling for stones. I had the two women cling to the driftwood, while I carefully moved my feet, inching my way to the shore.

As soon as I touched the bank, I collapsed there, panting heavily, my body completely numb. After resting for a few minutes, I remembered Aunt Xing and led the two women upstream. They were both weak and limp, supporting each other as they walked. As the only man, I naturally had to take the lead in this critical moment. I carried the unconscious Aunt Xing on my back, and the four of us trudged up the dark, slippery mountain path in the pouring rain. My intuition told me that the flash flood that night had been incredibly powerful. Later, we learned that a dam not far from Qingxi had breached, and the river had overflowed at a bend, causing the once-in-a-decade flood in Qingxi, compounded by the recent torrential rains.

We climbed up the canyon. Although the terrain wasn't very steep, the dense forest made it impossible to see far ahead. I led the way, and we stumbled and fell as we climbed, finally finding a relatively open area.

Here, a large pool of rainwater had accumulated, making the terrain appear flatter. I leaned against a large tree, letting them sit down and rest for a while. At this point, no one cared about the dirt on the ground; they just sat directly on the wet grass.

"I know this place..." Zhang Xingzhu, who was shivering from the cold, suddenly spoke up, "This is the forest ranger's house. It's right here... but it seems abandoned..." She struggled to stand up as she spoke, and that's when we noticed a large, dark structure next to the tree—probably the forest ranger's dwelling. I picked up Aunt Xing again, and the three of us walked to the house. Because of the darkness, we couldn't tell what materials it was made of.

"Open the door!" I asked anxiously when I saw them groping around at the door for a while without moving.

"No key... the door's locked," Zhang Xingzhu stammered.

"So stubborn! Move aside!" I was so angry I wanted to laugh. Even now, they still couldn't be flexible. After they took a few steps back, I put Aunt Xing down and then kicked the door hard.

"Damn it!" I cursed immediately. The kick was so powerful that the already rotten door had a huge hole in it, and it was now hanging inside. I had to kick it a few more times before pulling my foot back. I reached over and touched the lock; it was covered in rust, clearly untouched for ages. Gritting my teeth, I forcefully pried open the door, and the two wooden panels came off. A dry, refreshing scent immediately rushed out, bringing a sense of warmth.

"Alright, come in," I said, carrying Aunt Xing's soaking wet body inside and handing her to Bai Jie for support. I pulled a lighter from my pocket. I'd asked Fatty Guo for this lighter when we were watching the waterfall, intending to grill some crucian carp. I hadn't expected it to come in handy now. I shook off the water, tried striking it, and a spark flew out, instantly giving me hope.

By the dim light, I surveyed my surroundings. In the cramped space sat a small table with a tiny kerosene lamp on it. In one corner lay a tattered straw mat, likely left behind by the forest ranger because it was too worn out. Seeing the lamp filled me with joy. I lit the wick with my lighter, and a tiny sliver of light emerged from it. Though small, it offered a glimmer of hope. Bai Jie and Zhang Xingzhu's faces lit up with happiness. The diesel fuel slowly seeped in, and the flame grew stronger. A gust of cold wind swept in through the door, making me shiver. Looking down, I saw they were also huddled in their wet clothes, shivering in the room. The early autumn wind was biting; they had been soaked in the rain for half a day and were already at their breaking point, barely holding on by sheer willpower. Now that they had found shelter, their hearts relaxed, and the two of them almost lost their balance.

"We need to start a fire," I said, picking up the oil lamp and looking around the room, trying to find some wood to start a fire. Seeing the two dilapidated doors, I shook my head inwardly. We still needed to install them to keep out the wind and rain; otherwise, the cold wind blowing in at night would surely freeze us to death. Reluctantly, I aimed at the table, handed the lamp to Zhang Xingzhu, and then picked it up. The table, made of some kind of wood, was wobbly and unsteady, but I quickly disassembled it. I carefully pulled out the wick of the kerosene lamp, poured some diesel fuel onto the table legs, and re-screwed the lamp. This made it much easier to light the wood, and soon a roaring flame began to burn, casting a red glow on our faces. I then noticed our disheveled state; rain was dripping from our heads, and our clothes clung uncomfortably to our bodies. The firelight made us itchy, and we just wanted to scratch. Thankfully, the rain had washed us away along the way; otherwise, coming up from the filthy river, covered in floating weeds and fallen leaves, would have been even worse.

"You two watch the fire, I'm going out for a bit." Although I didn't want to step back into the darkness, this small table wouldn't last long, and we'd probably run out of firewood soon. I needed to gather more branches to keep the fire going.

"Where are you going?" The two women looked at me anxiously. At this point, they saw me as their pillar of support; in the face of natural disasters, a man's instincts are always stronger than a woman's.

I explained my situation to them and braved the heavy rain to step back into the night. Actually, I wasn't entirely going to find firewood; my main goal was to see if there was anything to eat. After struggling in the rain for so long, I was exhausted and hungry, my body weak and limp.

But finding food in the dark was difficult, and the roads were slippery. Not familiar with the forest, I didn't dare venture far. I groped my way through the trees. Luckily, a strong wind had blown recently, breaking many branches. I easily pulled a poplar branch over ten meters long back. It wasn't the wind's strength, but rather the fact that poplar trees are easily pierced by insects, making them prone to breaking in strong winds.

When I returned to the house, I found Aunt Xing already awake. Several women were whispering, and they all looked happy to see me.

"Aunt Xing, you're awake?" I asked with concern.

"Yes," she replied softly, her face growing paler. She must have already learned what had happened from Bai Jie and the others, so she didn't press further.

"Alright, gather all these poplar leaves; I'll need them later," I said, quickly breaking the branch into sections and throwing them onto the fire. The flames weakened considerably.

"Put less," Zhang Xingzhu called out hastily.

"It's alright, I'll take care of it later. If the fire gets too big, you should all dry your clothes. Wearing wet clothes for too long won't be good for your health," I instructed while brushing the leaves off the leaves.

They followed my instructions and gathered around the fire, quickly piling up a large pile of poplar leaves near the fire. After being baked in the heat, the damp branches finally dried, and the flames grew larger, illuminating the entire room. We no longer felt cold; it was warm and cozy.

I stretched my legs and felt my strength returning. "I'll get some more branches," I said, "so we won't be cold tonight."

This time they didn't object. I thought I should bring a torch this time. I looked around for any tattered clothes and finally found a piece of clothing next to a mat. I tore it into strips, poured all the kerosene from the lamp onto them, soaked them, tied one strip to a table leg, lit it over the fire, and carried it outside.

The raindrops pattered against the torch, making a hissing sound, and I could vaguely see white steam rising from it. The air was thick with the smell of diesel fuel. This time, I was disappointed again. Like a blind rabbit stumbling upon a door, I wandered around the woods for ages, only managing to get one bird—I don't know what it was—startled by my firelight. Before I could even react, it had vanished without a trace. Disappointed, I had no choice but to gather two more large branches and head back.

"Wang Hao, look!" Seeing me return, the three women looked at the fire with obvious delight.

"What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled by their excitement.

"Look what's this?" Bai Jie excitedly used a branch to pick out a dark object from the fire.

"A cicada!!" I was overjoyed too, immediately realizing that at least we wouldn't go hungry tonight.

Phototaxis—insects are attracted to light. I instantly understood. Although there were fewer cicadas at this time of year, they weren't entirely absent; there were certainly plenty in this woods. The light from our fire inside the house could attract them. Living outside, I instantly felt excited too.

I hurriedly moved the door panel inside, then directed Bai Jie and the others to move the fire to the doorway. At first, I was afraid of setting the house on fire, but upon closer inspection, I realized it was a mud-brick house, a type of dwelling that had long since disappeared. Luckily, it hadn't been washed away by the rain.

With the addition of new branches, the fire grew even brighter, and soon cicadas began to flock to the fire.

At first, there were only a few, but after less than ten minutes, it seemed that all the cicadas in the forest had sensed the light and began to fly into the fire one after another, like martyrs bravely sacrificing themselves.

At this moment, no one complained about the cicadas not tasting good or about the lack of salt. We had been starving for half a day, our stomachs were practically sticking to our backs, so we didn't care about such things. Besides, cicadas were a good thing, and they tasted quite good. The four of us ate with relish, and no one cared about our appearance. Our mouths were all blackened from eating, so we rinsed our mouths with rainwater and drank some of it, but it didn't taste particularly special.

"When you're full, you think of lust." My clothes were completely dry, and only then did I notice that Aunt Xing's clothes, which were barely concealing her figure, must have been torn open in my haste by the river, the buttons ripped off. The top barely covered her breasts, and as she bent down to wipe her mouth, I could clearly see her snow-white, alluring fullness and black lace bra through the firelight. My groin immediately warmed.

Chapter 155:
The fair and delicate body of a mature woman, partially concealed, was presented before me. Her warm, jade-like breasts made my heart race, I swallowed hard, and I had to maintain a calm expression while looking at the firelight. Aunt Xing probably knew that I had torn her clothes. Seeing me staring at her breasts, a slight blush rose on her pale face. She turned her head shyly, and when she realized that the other two women hadn't noticed, she pretended not to know either.

I composed myself, lamenting that I was too unlucky to enjoy this sensual pleasure. Seeing that it was getting late, I reassured everyone, saying that the government had seen tourists go missing and would definitely send someone to look for us by dawn, so we should just make do for the night.

Since the leaves had dried by then, I moved the fire aside and had them spread all the leaves on the ground, creating a thick layer. The fire on either side made it very warm. Then I picked up the straw mat that had been soaked by the rain all day and put it over the fire to dry. It dried quickly.

I spread the mat across the leaves, plopped down on it, and said, "Let's go, we've been through so much, I'm exhausted." Without even taking off my clothes, I lay down. At first, the three of them were hesitant to lie down, but after a while, they couldn't resist the drowsiness and also fell asleep on the mat.

Because the space was cramped, the three of them huddled together. Bai Jie was next to me, but perhaps out of consideration, she intentionally left a half-person gap between us.

Seeing that Aunt Xing and the other woman had both turned away, I secretly shifted my body, pressing close to Bai Jie's back. My hand slipped under her clothes, caressing her slender waist.

Bai Jie immediately stiffened, hurriedly reaching out to pull away from my embrace, but failed. Instead, she felt something hard pressing against her buttocks. Her face flushed even more. As a woman experienced in sex, she knew what it was, but she hadn't expected me to be so bold and absurd. However, considering the two women beside her, she obviously dared not make a sound and could only silently endure it.

Seeing that she didn't strongly object, I gradually became bolder. My hand slipped directly under her waistband, caressing her thighs and the buttocks tightly covered by her thin panties. When my fingers pressed against her cleft, she couldn't help but tremble, letting out a soft moan, her body twisting restlessly a few times.

The wind outside the window grew stronger, the rain poured down harder, and thunder and lightning lashed intermittently, promising a stormy night. Inside the cabin, the campfire burned gently, and desire ignited with the rising temperature.

Perhaps too tired, Zhang Xingzhu soon began to snore. Bai Jie called softly, "Director Xing..." but received no response.

"You're going to die! When did you dare do this?" Bai Jie pulled my hand away, turning around with difficulty, her face flushed as she looked at me.

"It's okay, they're both fast asleep," I replied, somewhat self-deceivingly, my voice low, afraid of disturbing the two sleeping women. Before she could react, my hand slipped back into her pants, gently kneading her buttocks through her underwear. Her buttocks weren't particularly full, but the skin my fingertips touched was smooth and warm, stirring my heart and fueling my desire to explore further.

"You..." Bai Jie's face flushed red instantly. Seeing that I had no intention of stopping, she immediately straightened her pretty face and said in a serious tone, "Ah Hao, take your hands off me, or I'll get angry." She glared at me hatefully, and surprisingly, she looked quite beautiful when she was angry.

"Victory comes from taking risks, Sister Bai, don't you think this is particularly exciting?" I simply let go and hugged Bai Jie's body tightly, starting to act recklessly.

"Ah, no, stop..." She almost cried out. She bit her lip to keep herself from losing control. But the unbearable itching in her panties made her involuntarily twist her hips, trying to avoid my fingers.

"How is it, Sister Bai, your body is calling me!" I whispered in her ear, my breath blowing on her earlobe, making her weak and powerless.

"You're talking nonsense... I didn't want to..." With her last shred of reason, she struggled to resist my caresses, but she was also afraid that the two of us would suddenly wake up, so she didn't dare to shout.

"Okay, I'll follow Sister Bai's wishes. But... what if I want to if you don't want to?" I grabbed her hand in the confined space, and before Bai Jie could understand what was happening, her delicate hand had already led to my crotch.

Bai Jie was startled, and her hand instinctively tried to pull back, but I held it firmly.

"You're going to kill me... why aren't you letting go?" Her face flushed red, and she said anxiously and angrily.

"Why should I let go? The weather's nice today, we should go for a stroll and enjoy the scenery," I said smugly to myself. Despite my audacity, I was listening intently to everything around me. If I heard anything amiss with Aunt Xing and the others, I would immediately release Bai Jie.

"Ah Hao, please don't be so reckless! What if Director Xing finds out? Where will I put my face then?" Bai Jie pleaded softly, her ears darting nervously behind her. She knew it would be disastrous if anyone saw us like this.

"But I want you now," I said, taking advantage of Bai Jie's lack of firm refusal. My hand lifted one side of her panties, pushing it into her buttocks. My heart pounded, and I couldn't resist slipping my fingers through the tight edge of her panties, finally touching the softest part of her skin. Yes, this was indeed the softest spot. My fingers clearly felt the heat and magic emanating from the most tender and intimate part of her skin.

"Now...now? You want to be with me here...novel first release..." Bai Jie froze, feeling the attack on her lower body. Her face flushed red and then turned pale. This was utterly unbelievable to her, because there were two people sleeping behind her, who could wake up at any moment. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a chilling fear washing over her.

"Mmm," I replied, my hand moving violently.

"Ah..." Bai Jie gripped my crotch tightly with both hands, her whole body almost convulsing. Her legs parted slightly, a warm, burning desire slowly welling up from within her. "Let's...go out...go out?" she had no choice but to yield.

"It's raining too hard outside. Let's stay here. It'll be over in a minute. They're fast asleep, they won't wake up." My voice was gentle in her ear, my hands continuing their caresses.

“That won’t do either, it’s too embarrassing,” Bai Jie said, her breath sweet as orchids as she gently twisted her body. In the dim light, our eyes met, and through the dimming firelight, I could vaguely see her pretty face flushed with a shy blush, her eyes glistening with a dreamy allure, and her pleading expression was incredibly charming.

"I don't care anymore." Knowing it was wrong, I couldn't control myself; after all, I was just an eighteen-year-old lad. I whispered in her ear, "Turn around, I'll be behind you..." As I spoke, I forced her body to turn. Bai Jie shifted slightly, a hint of humiliation in her voice, letting me caress her again.

Seeing she was silent, I assumed she was angry, so I wrapped my arm around her slender waist and looked at her sideways. Her pretty face was flushed, making her look incredibly beautiful. A few fine beads of sweat clung to the tip of her nose, a strand of hair clung to her lips as she breathed heavily, her long eyelashes fluttering gently with each breath—she seemed to be trying her best to suppress her cries.

In the darkness, I slowly pulled down Bai Jie's pants, but she was very uncooperative, constantly twisting her body. My hands tried several times, but I couldn't get the pants down. After a few attempts, I grew impatient and commanded in an unquestionable tone, "Lift your legs up." "

She reluctantly complied with my wishes, unconsciously pushing her buttocks towards me. I grabbed one of her legs, spread her thighs apart a little, pulled one of her pant legs and underwear out, and then pressed it against my body.

"Be... careful, don't move too much." Bai Jie's thighs were tightly pressed together, her feet twisting together, as she murmured in my arms. She was now completely at my mercy.

As I struggled to climb back onto her, an unprecedented surge of desire welled up within her, like a raging flood, unstoppable. The surrounding environment made Bai Jie's heart race, and she moaned incessantly. More and more fluid flowed from the depths of her being…

I gently circled and caressed her from behind, and Bai Jie moaned with my rhythm, her body trembling slightly. I knew she was mostly conquered, so I pushed her panties down a little further, my fingers gently kneading her smooth, full thighs.

"Ah Hao, don't do this, don't…" These words didn't stop me; instead, they aroused me even more. My hands roamed freely over her body. At this moment, Bai Jie was an undefended fortress to me.

I wrapped one arm tightly around her, bringing my mouth to her neck and licking. "Sister Bai, I love you!" "These words acted like a tranquilizer, and Bai Jie completely surrendered, letting out a satisfied yet suppressed moan. Fortunately, the wind and rain were heavy outside, so no one except me could hear her.

As waves of tingling, fulfilling pleasure coursed through her body, she involuntarily moaned, her entire body limp in my arms, unable to resist in the slightest. That tingling, itchy, numb sensation crept into her heart, her breathing became increasingly labored, her throat itched, and a desire to moan surged within her. But fearing that the two of us so close would hear, she clenched her teeth, desperately resisting, yet knowing deep down that she couldn't endure it much longer.

Seeing Bai Jie's forced restraint, a perverse sadistic urge arose within me. I released her completely, pulling away slightly. Bai Jie immediately felt a void, hurriedly turning her head with difficulty, wanting to see what was happening, while simultaneously twisting her hips, seemingly eagerly anticipating my penetration."

Before she could react, I suddenly thrust my hips forward, penetrating her like a giant python. The intense impact felt like it went straight to her internal organs, causing Bai Jie to involuntarily let out a long "Ah..." She blushed crimson with embarrassment and frantically bit her lip. I froze, too, too afraid to move. But after a minute, still hearing no reaction from the other two, I grew bolder.

"You... bastard!" she finally dared to whisper, her body involuntarily squirming in my arms, pressing our bodies tightly together. The woman who had just been pleading was now actively yielding.

"Call me husband?" I whispered in her ear.

"What?" Bai Jie would never say that in her conscious state.

"Say it now!" I gritted my teeth, saying it without hesitation, my body convulsing and churning.

"But...I..." she weakly resisted, her legs seemed to become weak and powerless, and her body slowly slid down.

"Stop making excuses! You know how powerful I am. If this continues, I'll be up all night..."

"You...you bastard..." Bai Jie's body gasped for breath. With my passionate yet forceful calls, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, her remaining will quickly collapsing. She swayed her body in a daze, moaning incoherently, becoming a wanton, lustful woman: "Husband! Oh...come on...I don't care anymore...oh..."

Although I knew this was just her unconscious utterance under pressure, I still felt an unprecedented surge of desire and excitement... She no longer passively yielded to my body, but instead writhed wantonly. The lewd words uttered by the well-mannered and elegant Bai Jie showed her submission. Behind her, I freely fondled Bai Jie's two full, soft breasts, unknowingly planting shameful sounds into her mind...

"Husband...don't...be gentle..." Bai Jie murmured intermittently, her eyes closed. If it weren't for a sliver of consciousness reminding her there were others nearby, she probably would have screamed.

Just as I was about to press on, I suddenly sensed something was wrong. Aunt Xing's body was trembling slightly. Had she woken up? That was my first thought. Bai Jie clearly hadn't noticed this, letting others coordinate with my movements. I wanted to stop, but remembering that she had pretended not to see anything that day, and that tonight would likely be the same, I calmed myself down. Looking at the trembling curves she left behind with her back to us, I couldn't help but consciously increase the intensity of my movements, making Bai Jie's voice even more seductive...

Thunder and lightning raged outside the window, and with a furious passion, I launched a retaliatory attack on Bai Jie's incredibly tender body. I had never been so energetic, never felt so full of vigor, only knowing to continue and continue, like a tireless wolf relentlessly launching attack after attack...

Chapter 156
Finally, when everything settled down, I closed my eyes and lay on Bai Jie's back, quietly enjoying this hard-won tranquility until the pleasure subsided slightly. Only then did I slowly withdraw my body, brush aside Bai Jie's cloud-like hair, and gently kiss and lick her soft pink neck.

"Was it good?" After the passionate kiss, I gently asked Bai Jie. She turned her head and slightly opened her slightly hazy, alluring eyes, glanced at me shyly, and then nodded. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, she hurriedly whispered, "Oh no, I didn't bring the birth control pill today. What if... what if... what will I do?" As she spoke, she struggled to sit up.

“Then let’s give birth to it…” I said, turning Bai Jie’s body around.

“You… you bastard, don’t even think about it. You’ve already tormented me enough, and now you want me to have your child…” Bai Jie pushed against my body with her delicate hands, forgetting that she was still naked.

“Why not?” I pushed hard against her lower abdomen, getting excited again.

“No.” She shook her head firmly, feeling that “I’ve already wronged my husband by being with you like this, and now you want me to have your child? What am I to you…” Seeing the frustration in my eyes, she realized that her tone had been a bit too harsh, so she explained softly, “I haven’t seen my husband for over a month. If I’m pregnant, he… he’ll definitely know.” After saying that, she carefully moved her legs to put her underwear back on, then stood up and whispered, “I’m going to pee at the door…”

Bai Jie had just stood up on the mat when she stumbled and almost fell. Then she put on her shoes, muttered “you little bastard” under her breath, and walked towards the door.

I knew Aunt Xing wasn't asleep yet. Seeing her legs tightly pressed together, I knew the recent passion had been unbearable. My hand, which had been resting on the mat, couldn't resist and quietly slid down to her buttocks. Even through her clothes, I could clearly feel the softness of her flesh. I gently kneaded it, but she didn't move, seemingly oblivious. What a good actress! No wonder Bai Jie hadn't noticed she was awake. If I hadn't heard her unusual breathing, she probably would have thought she was dreaming. Since she wouldn't say anything, I decided to be bold. My hand boldly slipped between her thighs, touching the outline of her panties. Perhaps sensing the intrusion, Aunt Xing couldn't help but let out a soft moan as my fingers pressed against her sensitive area, her body shivering. But I also felt that my fingers were already wet, probably from overhearing Bai Jie and me being intimate. I knew she couldn't possibly have been unaware of my actions; her lack of objection meant she tacitly approved, and perhaps even secretly pleased! Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate any longer, and my fingers carefully caressed her through her pants...

Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped away my restless hand, as if she were talking in her sleep, and whispered a scolding, "Don't be silly..."

Just as I was about to make another move, Bai Jie returned, and I didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore. I hugged her body and lay down on the mat. The two of us hugged for a while, and then Bai Jie fell asleep. After all, she had been working hard all day, and she had been with me for so long, so she was exhausted. I wasn't much better off. I had carried Aunt Xing for several miles along the slippery and steep mountain road, and with the exercise just now, I also drifted off to sleep...

Hearing that all three of us were sound asleep, Director Xing, who should have fallen asleep as well without any disturbance, felt as if she were being boiled in a pot. She couldn't believe that the two of them had gone so far as to start messing around like that without caring about other people's feelings. She witnessed Bai Jie's lewdness once again, letting that bastard Wang Hao do whatever he wanted to her, arousing her own blood to the point of boiling, her mature body involuntarily flowing with love fluid.

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated and empty she felt. Hearing the silence around her, broken only by the sound of the wind and rain outside the window, she cursed him fiercely in her heart. She recalled that bastard Wang Hao, who, not content with taking advantage of Bai Jie, had even sneakily touched her while she slept. If she hadn't stopped him at the crucial moment, that scoundrel would probably have been even more brazen. How had she never noticed before? This seemingly honest guy was actually a lecherous wolf.

But this guy was really skilled; judging from how he forced Bai Jie, he was a formidable man. Thinking of the recent storm, her body heated up again. Faced with her body's honest reaction, Director Xing could no longer sleep. She couldn't help but quietly place her hand between her thighs, gently kneading the area Wang Hao had stimulated. She gritted her teeth, suppressing the intense pleasure surging through her body, screaming inwardly.

But she could never experience the same pleasure as a man, and being indoors, she dared not move too much. So, she felt like water boiling at high temperatures, almost boiling, but just wouldn't come to a boil.

She waited for her climax, but felt nothing. Instead, her hand began to ache and go numb. This discomfort reminded her of her love life. Her status was like a signboard at the entrance of a shop, very conspicuous, respectable, generous, and elegant. After all, marrying Old Master Zheng was like a sparrow flying up a branch, becoming a phoenix in one step. But all these years, no one knew the tension and exhaustion her body had felt inside. Old Master Zheng was still quite sexually active a few years ago, but as he aged, he long since stopped having sex. Perhaps out of fear of her, he spent his days busy with trivial matters, making her feel like a living widow.

Thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger; at this age, her desires were immense. Director Xing knew this well; she had anticipated this day when she married the old man. But a cat needs fish, and it wouldn't do to go ten days or half a month without any. She was only forty, not much older than Zheng Changyin, not yet past her prime, and she tried various methods to look young, hoping to attract attention. The

more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. She secretly got up from the mat, looked at the three sleeping people, her face flushed slightly, and as if making a decision, she pursed her charming lips, quietly put on her shoes, braved the wind and rain to go outside, and then silently squatted under the eaves by the door. This used to be a small shack, now collapsed, but it still provides some shelter from the wind and rain.

Her face flushed, she shyly pulled down her pants and reached between her legs to her private area. "Ah..." Her trembling fingers barely touched her inner thighs before she shuddered violently, letting out a soft moan that would make any man's bones melt. Hearing herself make such a seductive sound, Director Xing's face turned even redder, her long, slender legs trembling slightly. She quickly bit her cherry lips and looked back. Seeing no movement from inside, she relaxed, breathing heavily with passion, though a faint sense of loss lingered in her heart.

I wasn't asleep when Director Xing left. I thought she went to urinate, but two minutes had passed and she still wasn't finished. I was a little surprised. The sound of rain pattering against the window made me anxious, so I quickly got up from the mat, put on my shoes, and went outside. But the sight before me was almost unbelievable. She was half-squatting behind the eaves, one hand on the wall, her pants naturally pulled down to her knees, revealing her smooth, white thighs and buttocks. She was turned to the side, completely unaware of my peeping. I swallowed hard.

"Hmm... ah..." Director Xing closed her eyes, her mouth beginning to emit clearly suppressed moans, her half-squatting legs bending back and forth.

The firelight cast a flickering shadow. Looking at the exposed, snow-white, pert buttocks, trembling legs, and the rhythmic swaying of her full, round breasts, as if deliberately teasing me, I quickly felt my mouth dry and my eyes dizzy… Because her legs were spread wide, the inner thighs I had always dreamed of were completely exposed. Perhaps some lingering pleasure remained in the woman's body, because gradually the fingers she had placed on her lower body began to move wildly. She was about to collapse; she felt waves of tingling, itchy, and numbing sensations in her lower body, like electric shocks. Her body immediately went limp, and her alluring buttocks thrust backward forcefully, instinctively seeking more intense pleasure and stimulation.

Seeing her use her ample buttocks to convey emotion and even expression, I couldn't help but let out a muffled gurgling sound, a thick nasal tone. Director Xing's body stiffened instantly, frozen in place. She didn't dare turn around in a daze, hoping the sound she had just heard was a hallucination, and quietly pulled up her pants.

But I quickly embraced her. Aunt Xing was first surprised and frightened, then ashamed and humiliated. Her body resisted fiercely, twisting and turning desperately, but she dared not make a sound, afraid of being heard by the two women inside.

I, however, pressed her against the mud wall, pulled her undone pants down to her knees, and placed my hand on her underwear. Director Xing suddenly grabbed my wrist, trying to stop me from going any further. But I calmly removed her hand and reached my hand back to her underwear, entering the most mysterious part between her legs.

A sliver of clarity deep within her made her legs clamp tightly together, trying to lessen the impact of that hand. But her other hand was already on her fair and delicate breasts, gently caressing them through the thin, soft fabric, as she savored her shy struggle.

"Mmm..." Director Xing let out a shy moan, "What...what are you going to do? Don't...do this...you...can't do this..." Only now did she understand Bai Jie's feelings, her fear of being discovered.

At this moment, her own feelings were complex. The area between her legs being touched by the man felt an unprecedented comfort and excitement. She had never imagined that rape could produce such feelings. Although her mind was still filled with hatred and humiliation, she couldn't control her physical reactions. She felt that this man seemed to understand her intentions, using his fingers to feel her warm body temperature, and he thrust even harder. Her breasts, under that bastard's caresses, gradually swelled, like night-blooming cereus, radiating a shameful glow.

"No!" She struggled to control herself, her legs kicking and flailing wildly, a mixture of humiliation and helplessness on her face. But the twisting of her waist only gave the man's fingers more opportunities to roam over her body, driving her to the brink of madness. "Wang Hao, you...you can't do this..."

I knew that haste makes waste, so I greedily sucked on Aunt Xing's earlobe and whispered, "Don't move, I'll just touch you with my hands..."

"That...that's not okay either." Hearing my words, her resistance lessened a bit, but she still refused.

I didn't say anything more, and my hand began to grope her round, soft breasts even more brazenly. Feeling that it was a bit unsatisfying to touch her through her clothes, I reached inside her shirt and, through her tight underwear, grabbed her full breasts and began to knead them.

"No, no...put it in!" Under the caress of this hand, her body no longer obeyed her brain. The feeling of excitement grew stronger and stronger, making her resistance weaker and weaker.

The cold wind rustled the surrounding branches, screaming shrilly in the raging rain, but it did nothing to affect the two people under the eaves. I was still greedily caressing Aunt Xing's body, but I wasn't showing any impatience. I knew her weakness, so I wasn't in a hurry to possess her. Instead, I slowly and deliberately teased her desire with my hands. My fingers pressed the protrusion in the center of her breast, pressing it into the flesh and kneading it from slow to fast. She let out a sound of complete surrender from her throat: "No..." But her hands released the hands that were pressing down on me, supporting herself on the mud wall.

I suddenly turned her body around. Aunt Xing was startled and closed her eyes in panic, not daring to look at me. Her hands covered her naked parts again, but I didn't care. Because I had already torn off the buttons of her clothes, it was easy to grab her breasts again. Pushing aside the cover of her bra, I pressed her against the wall and sucked on her, taking her full, swollen breasts into my mouth. She increased the force of her hands, trying to pry my head open. An unnamed desire took over Aunt Xing's mind, eroding her will. Lust surged within her, demanding she give up resistance, but reason and morality compelled her to resist. In a panic, she weakly pushed me away with her small hands, urgently calling out, "No...no...Wang Hao...don't do this...let me go..."

As if savoring delicious Turpan grapes, I kept biting them with my teeth, while one hand slid between Aunt Xing's legs. She breathed heavily, her cherry lips whispering, "Wang Hao, please stop sucking...I'm dying of itching..." Her delicate body writhed even more against the wall. This teasing caress made her tremble all over. The waves of intense itching on her chest were unbearable, an extreme form of torture.

Chapter 157
Under the man's skillful teasing, waves of tingling pleasure relentlessly assaulted her mind. It felt as if countless ants were crawling all over her body, an unbearable, burning, stifling sensation making it difficult to breathe. Her limbs trembled from the very bones, and finally, she let out a loud moan: "Ah! Ah! Stop...!" Her legs tightly gripped the man's hand, unable to utter another word…

Director Xing, blushing, tightly closed her beautiful eyes, her fair skin flushed crimson, her long, black hair disheveled, and a trace of intoxicating spring blush lingered on her pretty face.

Had she really climaxed like that? Had she completely lost herself? She suddenly remembered something she had read in a psychology book: Every woman actually desires to be roughly raped by a man, even if she feels shame, she is still filled with longing. She had always thought this was nonsense, fallacy. Now she understood those words deeply. Indeed, when this man violated her, she realized a demon lurked deep within her, a demon that knew what she craved.

At that moment, she obediently leaned against him, letting him hold her hand and caress her. But by the time she realized what she was touching, it was too late. The man forcefully pressed her hand down, the meaning unspoken.

"You said you'd only touch..." Her face flushed crimson. She felt utterly wanton as soon as she uttered those words, as if they hadn't come from her own mouth.

But the man clearly ignored her words, his hands gripping her waist, while her hands instinctively gripped the wall, welcoming his arrival in a humiliating position.

"Ah..." The sudden intrusion, instantly, a burning pain like a knife, brought tears to her eyes. She shook her head and struggled, her legs kicking wildly. Despite her preparation, she was reliving the scene of her first sexual experience.

I sensed this too, so I stopped moving and whispered in her ear, "Does it hurt?"

"You...you be gentle," she stammered, her pretty face flushed with a shy blush, a few fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"It seems Old Master Zheng hasn't been explored enough, has that been, Aunt Xing?" I deliberately emphasized.

"Don't mention him...don't," she turned her head away, not daring to respond.

"Say it..." I began to go wild, manipulating this beautiful woman into a doggy-style position, ravaging her body. She involuntarily cried out, then covered her mouth, her almond eyes glaring at me, trying to stop me, but it was too late. Knowing it was humiliation, she still felt a kind of anticipation, her body becoming limp, letting me do as I pleased.

Holding her full buttocks, I mercilessly unleashed a storm of pleasure, cruelly tormenting this beautiful mature woman.

Director Xing covered her mouth tightly, forcing herself not to make a sound. Being ravaged from behind by a man twenty years younger than her was incredibly stimulating. Slippery, fragrant sweat trickled down her body, seeping from her delicate buttocks. "You little rascal, I hate you so much! Be gentle... You've turned me from a virtuous wife and mother into a slut!" She felt utterly humiliated, involuntarily uttering words that even she found shameful. Her body arched backward, supporting herself only on her arms. Not being a virgin, she quickly adjusted to the temperature. She frantically shook her head and twisted her lower body, the intoxicating pleasure overwhelming her soul. In that brief moment, she was lost in it... surrendering herself to the pleasure.

"How is it? Aunt Xing, how does it feel?"

"Oh...so good...uh...it's killing me..." she moaned intermittently, her beautiful face contorted, revealing a wanton expression I had never seen before.

"Really? Compared to Grandpa Zheng?" Seeing Aunt Xing's pitiful appearance, my desire surged, and I brought up the previous topic again.

"Oh—" she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I... I've never... never experienced such pleasure..." With the back-and-forth swaying of her body, the pleasure continued to build and increase...

As my movements became faster or slower, Aunt Xing lost all her previous restraint and cried out wildly, her pink buttocks and jade thighs shaking up and down in response to my movements. If it weren't for the heavy rain outside, the two people inside would probably have heard it already.

Looking at her ecstatic appearance, I said with the most frivolous tone and a lewd smile, "It's really unexpected. I didn't expect that Aunt Xing, who usually seems so dignified, would sound so beautiful when she moaned... Good girl, keep moaning..."

"No... don't say it!" she instinctively interrupted me, murmuring shamefully, "You bad boy, you... just let me keep a little face... please." Her face was flushed with shame, and she quickly bit her teeth, trying to suppress the increasingly intense moans escaping her lips. After so many years without a man's comfort, she suddenly met me and was easily taken advantage of. She herself felt incredibly lewd, yet she enjoyed it. How could she let anyone say it out loud?

"What's the big deal... love between men and women is a very normal thing... throw away your so-called shame... enjoy it to the fullest." I leaned against her, stroking her incessantly. "Hurry up..."

"No! Shut up! I don't want to..." Her voice trembled, and her whole body trembled slightly, leaving a swaying shadow on the wall. Her beautiful face was drained of color, clearly showing that while enjoying the sexual desire, she was also suffering from self-reproach and fear.

"I have to call you... Aunt Xing... you are really my good Aunt Xing..." I whispered seductively in her ear.

Hearing me call her Aunt Xing repeatedly, she cried out in shame, as if she wanted to disappear into a crack: "Call me Sister Xing..."

"Aunt Xing..." I said even more forcefully.

"You shameless..." She shook her head desperately, her face showing a mixture of shame and anger, but her slender waist twisted involuntarily, using her beautiful body to satisfy each other's sexual desires, the extreme pleasure making her lose her mind...

"Harder...you bastard...I can't take it anymore...ahhh..." Amidst unrestrained moans, Aunt Xing's body suddenly convulsed, her hips twisting wildly as she indulged in the pleasure... Almost instantly, all her strength vanished. Her hands, which had been supporting her for so long, finally went limp. Before I could react, she collapsed onto the grass with a thud, her expression a mixture of ecstasy and pain. A clear, viscous liquid gushed out like a stream, trickling down her soft, slender legs, dripping onto the dark grass...

This feeling of life and death was something she had never experienced before. She had never imagined that physical contact between a man and a woman could be so intoxicating. While she felt regret, she also knew that she was already captivated by it, and that even if this bastard forced himself on her again, she probably wouldn't be able to refuse. The wonders of love between men and women are beyond words; no wonder men and women in the world pursue it so relentlessly!

"Hehe, how are you feeling now..." I finally spoke after a long pause, shaking my head with a smile, deliberately saying: "Was I too rough just now?"

She squatted on the ground, her perfect figure displayed before me, her deep eyes revealing a cold, arrogant expression mixed with a hint of fear and resentment, her pretty face still flushed, adding a touch of indulgent decadence...

I gently patted her, lifting her chin, making her turn her head to see this rare and secret sight. Seeing my crotch, her mind went blank, feeling an unbearable heat throughout her body. She hurriedly tried to turn her head away, but I held her firmly, pressing her down... She could only squat there in humiliation, unconsciously letting out a series of soul-stirring moans...

I was awakened by a chill in the morning, opening my eyes to find the room still dark, knowing it was at least eight o'clock, while the rain outside was still pouring down, shattering my illusions. Bai Jie nestled into my arms like a kitten. I glanced back at Aunt Xing and Zhang Xingzhu, who were also huddled together. Only then did I realize the fire was dwindling. I'd planned to add more firewood after waking up, but I was too tired and slept until dawn.

I quietly released Bai Jie and tiptoed to the fire, piling the remaining poplar branches on top. Soon, the fire blazed up.

After relieving myself, I looked around. It was too dark last night to see clearly, but now I noticed that after a night of torrential rain, the flat ground in front of the door had turned into a small pond, the water almost reaching the doorway. If the rain continued, the house would flood. Looking

into the distance, everything was shrouded in mist, a dark and oppressive atmosphere. The distant mountains and nearby trees were hidden within it, dark and gloomy, as if the sky were about to collapse, creating a sense of oppression, suffocation, and unbearable oppression.

I hadn't expected this autumn rain to be so dreary. I wondered when it would stop. I cursed under my breath for a while, then turned away and called the women to get up. Their expressions changed when they woke up. Bai Jie, clearly thinking of last night, gave me a knowing glare before turning to chat and laugh with Aunt Xing and the others. Aunt Xing wore an inscrutable expression, her gaze towards me carrying a hint of meaning. Zhang Xingzhu, however, avoided my gaze; I wondered why.

"It's been raining all night and hasn't stopped. The water level has risen even higher. It looks like no one will be coming anytime soon," I sighed, sitting back down on the mat, staring blankly at the flames in front of me. If it were a sunny day, perhaps the mountain rescue team would send someone to look for us. But with the rain all night and the Qingxi River swollen, they probably assumed we'd already been swept into the river. Even if they searched, they'd likely search dozens of miles downstream, never suspecting we were still alive, and right there on the mountain.

"Should we start a fire..." Zhang Xingzhu started to say, but then realized her suggestion was incredibly foolish. With the rain so heavy, you couldn't see anything beyond a hundred meters; even if you tried to start a fire, you wouldn't be able to, let alone actually do it in this downpour.

"Let's wait, maybe it'll stop raining soon," Bai Jie said uncertainly, probably knowing from the weather that it was wishful thinking. After sitting for a while, Zhang Xingzhu's face was flushed, lost in thought. Seeing me looking at her curiously, her face turned even redder.

"Are you alright? Did you catch a fever last night?" I asked curiously.

"No, I'm fine," she said, her face almost breaking into tears, a pitiful beauty on her cheeks.

"I...I'm going out to wash my face," she finally couldn't hold back any longer and hurriedly ran out. Bai Jie glared at me and said, "Why are you asking such silly questions about girls' things? I'm going out too."

Oh, I suddenly realized, so they went out to relieve themselves. Hehe, I glanced back at Aunt Xing. After a night of "development," this slender, mature woman exuded an unforgettable charm and alluring allure.

Seeing me looking at her, she instinctively shrank back and said, "What are you up to now?"

"Hehe, last night was really good," I said, looking at her with an almost lustful gaze.

"You..." She started to say something but couldn't finish her sentence.

"You're still wearing the bracelet I gave you, right?" I changed the subject before she could continue, looking at her arm.

"No..." Her face flushed, and she lifted her sleeve, revealing her smooth, jade-like wrist was bare.

My expression immediately darkened. Seeing my change in demeanor, she hurriedly explained, "That... that red string was too thin, I was afraid of breaking it, so I left it at the hotel." Her eyes showed a hint of urgency.

"What are you talking about, Director Xing?" Just then, Bai Jie entered, looking at us both with suspicion.

"Oh, it's nothing," Aunt Xing glanced at Bai Jie awkwardly, her expression slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, I was just talking about the bet with her..." I smiled and mentioned the clever little girl at the temple that day, then turned to Bai Jie and asked, "How old do you think she is?"

Bai Jie said thirty, but when Director Xing revealed her real age, she was clearly taken aback, and said with a smile, "Really, Director Xing, if you hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have known you were already forty. How do you maintain your appearance? Your skin is so good. Compared to you, I'm an ugly duckling."

"You're ugly? I saw Wang Hao's eyes almost pop out when he looked at you during the trip. If you're an ugly duckling, where are all the beauties in the world? Isn't that right, Wang Hao?" Aunt Xing proudly turned the tables.

Seeing two pairs of eyes like autumn water looking at me, I knew the linguistic trap here, so I naturally didn't say anything wrong and said, "As the saying goes, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums each have their own fragrance. You two are the most beautiful women in China. Sister Bai is the most beautiful young woman, and Aunt Xing is the most beautiful mature woman." As soon as I finished speaking, both women blushed, thinking that I had something in mind, and dared not ask any further questions.

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