[Rural Areas] The Countryside is So Beautiful (Complete) - 24

Chapter 134
Just as I expected, Wang Qian, being a very outgoing woman, couldn't resist Zhao Na's teasing. She pushed me to the middle, and she and Zhao Na sat on either side of me.

The movie started soon after, with a large group of women in white dresses moving around the screen. I gradually became engrossed in the plot, my eyes glued to Gong Li on the screen. This movie was a big production, so the scenes were classic, and I was completely absorbed.

The two women, however, had been eating non-stop since the beginning. When they saw Gong Li and Zhang Yimou's intimate scene, Wang Qian, with a sudden impulse, fed me a sweet potato.

Watching the two naked figures on the screen, and the pitch-black space around the theater, I couldn't help but have some thoughts. Although our seats were in the middle, surrounded by people on all sides, and the theater chairs were wooden with no privacy, the environment was still quite challenging. Theater equipment at that time was very rudimentary, so there was no lighting control; apart from the light source on the screen, the audience was completely dark.

The two women were engrossed in watching the screen when I quietly lowered my hand and placed it on Zhao Na's thigh. At first, she didn't notice, only feeling a weight on her leg, but then realized it was moving warmly. She quickly reached out and grabbed it, noticing I was looking at her. Her face flushed, but unfortunately, it was dark and I couldn't see.

With Wang Qian nearby, she naturally didn't dare make a sound. Although she felt violated, she didn't dare make any big movements. She glanced guiltily at the person sitting next to her, and finding no one watching, she pretended nothing had happened and continued watching the screen. Her hand slowly lowered, clutching the cardboard box containing orchid beans to her chest, blocking the view above and preventing me from continuing my mischief.

My hand didn't stop there. I lifted her short skirt under the seat and slipped it between Zhao Na's legs. She involuntarily squeezed her legs together, her beautiful legs rubbing against each other. My large hand, encased in stockings, felt the thin, smooth stockings against my palm again, a sensation of unparalleled softness and comfort, intensely stimulating my senses. I carefully increased the pressure, placing my entire hand on the inside of her thigh and gently stroking it.

To be honest, Zhao Na's legs have always fascinated me. As my fingers glided over that delicate area, I felt a long-lost thrill, focusing all my attention on my fingertips.

Zhao Na, seemingly staring at the screen, was incredibly shy. But even so close, I noticed her eyes were tightly closed, her hands trembling slightly. She was completely unaware that I had lifted her skirt, leaving no room to cover her private parts. I grasped that fullness and slowly moved my fingers upwards along the smooth stockings. As my fingers traced the tautness of her thigh, Zhao Na let out a soft moan, her breathing immediately quickening. She looked at me with pleading eyes, one hand dropping to press down on her skirt, trying to stop me from continuing. I ignored her pleas and gently touched her stockings, continuing to stroke upwards. Zhao Na's body immediately became sensitive; her two shapely thighs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, clamped tightly together, refusing to let me go any further.

Seeing that I couldn't continue, my hand stopped moving forward, my fingers lingering under her skirt, causing Zhao Na an indescribable feeling all over her body—was it a tingling sensation? Was it an itch? It was an indescribable yet intense stimulation. She hadn't expected me to act so recklessly in such a situation, especially with her best friend right beside her. At this moment, she was terrified, as if fifteen buckets of water were being drawn up and down in a frenzy. Her mind was highly focused; not a single movement around her escaped her notice. Of course, this kind of stimulation was something she had never experienced before.

The stimulation of the environment, coupled with my bold teasing, the rubbing of flesh against flesh through thin stockings, made her gasp for breath, her eyes glazed, and every pore on her body opening in a tingling sensation. She had never imagined that such gentle touches could arouse her desire; she felt a surge of heat coursing through her body, seeking an outlet but finding no place to release it. Her body was burning hot, and the ignited desire left her weak and powerless.

For some reason, she vaguely wanted him to continue, and her thighs loosened slightly. Of course, she took out a water bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls to calm her desire. She felt a little uncomfortable from my caresses, but knowing I wouldn't stop now, she pretended nothing was wrong and continued watching the movie screen in the distance.

Even through the stockings, I could clearly feel the warmth from her thighs, and my hand movements became faster and faster, moving higher and higher.

My fingers roamed the inside of her thighs, and when she relaxed, I seized the opportunity to slide them down to the sensitive, hidden spot where her legs met, casually touching the lace edge of her panties, pressing gently yet firmly.

My sudden movement almost made Zhao Na cry out; she couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan. Luckily, the movie was loud enough that no one noticed, otherwise it would have been even more embarrassing.

Her body trembled, but her hand remained firmly pressed against my hand, not moving it away. Naturally, I was greatly encouraged, pressing my hand against her bare, slender legs. Even through the stockings, I could still feel the smooth warmth of her skin. I'm sure she could feel my burning body heat too. Suddenly, the screen changed scenery, and the screen lit up. I could see Zhao Na's expression, still restrained yet with her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her snow-white cheeks had turned a delicate crimson from the stimulation, radiating a faint glow in the dim light.

Taking advantage of her slight relaxation, I swiftly slipped inside, teasing her relentlessly. Sometimes I caressed her smooth stockings, sometimes my fingers roamed along her inner thighs, kneading and stroking her sensitive areas through the lace. After a series of continuous touches, each contact was accompanied by a violent tremor in her, her heart burning like fire. Zhao Na's almost burning body pressed tightly against the backrest, her legs clamping my large hand tightly. Aside from the stimulation from her alluring yet coy demeanor, the softness of my hand between her legs, even through the lace, was indescribably wonderful.

Wang Qian, however, didn't notice anything amiss. She even put a pea in my mouth for me to taste, which startled me. Zhao Na immediately tensed up, afraid she would discover our affair.

Of course, given the limited space, I didn't do anything more outrageous. After all, this was a movie theater, and it's not appropriate to do anything too outrageous. When we

came out, afraid of being jostled by the crowd, I stretched out my hands, grabbing one person on each side. As soon as Zhao Na touched my hand, she felt something wet and slippery and quickly pulled away, grabbing my clothes. She clearly knew what was going on. However, just before we left, she secretly took out a tissue from her bag and wiped my hands. Along the way, Wang Qian enthusiastically discussed the movie's plot with Zhao Na, but Zhao Na was so tense that she didn't know what happened later. When Wang Qian talked about the scene where Gong Li and Zhang Yimou met, she complained, "Why did Gong Li end up as a Japanese woman? The director must have lost his mind!" Zhao Na just mumbled in agreement, not daring to say a word.

Sometimes you have to wonder about women's energy expenditure. They've gathered around the night market stalls, and the three of us ended up sitting there again, eating grilled lamb skewers. Three skewers for one yuan, a very generous portion. I ordered ten yuan worth of lamb skewers, and then three bottles of beer. The three of us sat on small stools and started talking.

This time, Zhao Na absolutely refused to sit next to me, afraid I'd do what I did at the movie theater again. Actually, I had no such intention; it was just a thought. I didn't want her to be exposed in public, to be seen by other men.

The night market in this area is quite lively. In no time, all the dozen or so tables were full, and people were constantly coming and going. I was a little impressed and did a quick mental calculation. Each table gets at least three groups of customers a night, and with five tables in total, that's equivalent to forty-five tables. A meal for three or four people usually costs around twenty yuan, which is both cheap and affordable. I did the math and was astonished – the turnover for one night reached nine hundred yuan! Of course, this is just the turnover; a case of beer only yields a profit of five yuan. The main profits come from the grilled lamb skewers and grilled catfish. Even so, the profit for one night is still remarkable.

I whispered something to Zhao Na and the others, and they were both stunned after doing the math. Wang Qian exclaimed, "I never thought a night market stall could be so profitable! I'm quitting my job too..."

Zhao Na and I quickly stopped her, knowing it was just a passing fad. Thinking about it carefully, this location was probably perfect; it wouldn't work in another location. Even so, I saw a viable path. Don't underestimate seemingly insignificant things; there's definitely a lot of money to be made from them. Many people cling to their "iron rice bowls," thinking they're "secure jobs," unaware that national policies have been gradually shifting in favor of the wealthy in recent years. Didn't the newspaper recently report about someone who became a millionaire by collecting aluminum cans? Collecting a can only earns a few cents, but if you melt it down into aluminum alloy and sell it as a metal material, the market price is between 14,000 and 18,000 yuan per ton. Each can weighs 18.5 grams, so 45,000 cans make a ton. Calculated this way, the melted material earns six or seven times more than selling cans directly. This person reportedly earned nearly three million yuan in three years.

I told the two of them about it, and they were both amazed, truly marveling at it. Actually, the world is full of gold, but what's lacking is the eye to see it. The first person to try something new is always the wise and courageous. Thinking about it, I focused my attention on the road construction in Luzhen, my heart pounding with excitement. I envisioned Luzhen's future development, feeling a bit smug. Why hadn't anyone thought of building a highway in the mountains north of Luzhen? This would connect the provincial

highways, essentially linking the north and south economic zones directly. I calculated in my mind that if southern fruits were transported to the north via Luzhen to Hangzhou, it would shorten the journey by at least four and a half hours. And because of this road, I believe provincial policies will gradually favor Luzhen, as it will become a vital economic artery after completion. Perhaps it's not obvious now, but in three to five years, the prospects are immense.

I couldn't help but laugh, until Wang Qian stuffed a skewer of lamb into my mouth, making me realize, "What are you laughing at all?"

I reiterated my Luzhen road construction plan, then explained its brilliance.

"It's not even a possibility yet. It's all mountains over there. Can you even build it?" Zhao Na looked at me skeptically.

"Didn't the leader say, 'The bolder the people, the greater the harvest. There's nothing we can't do, only things we haven't thought of. Didn't Linxian build an irrigation canal in the mountains? That's like the Great Wall! Why can't we do it?'" I suddenly became quite boastful.

"Which of those words came from the leader? You're making it up. But you're certainly confident. I support you!" Wang Qian stuffed a lamb skewer into my mouth again.

The night breeze was blowing, and chatting with two beautiful women was quite comfortable. But sometimes, just when you're feeling relaxed, someone has to make you uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was because they were so beautiful, but the men around us kept casting envious glances. Of course, they didn't know the implications and didn't try to strike up a conversation. But when a group of young men came to the next table, they kept whistling and laughing, trying to attract their attention.

I wasn't so irritable as to be furious; after all, everyone appreciates beauty, and besides, those watching anglers could only admire the fish from the sidelines, while the others could only watch. I even felt a little smug.

However, seeing that the two beautiful women were completely unaffected by their antics, only glancing at me before returning to chatting and laughing with me as if we were nothing, naturally they became annoyed. I clearly heard them whispering about how lucky this guy was to know two such beautiful women, and so on…

I realized things might escalate if this continued. Although I didn't take these people seriously, I didn't want to cause trouble; nobody wants trouble. So, I discussed it with Zhao Na and the others, and we asked the owner for the bill. Just then, as

we passed the next table, a young man leaning against the wall suddenly reached out and blocked our way. Wang Qian was startled, kicking over a beer bottle on the ground, causing foam to gush out and flow onto the floor.

"What are you doing? How are you walking?" This group of people had been looking for trouble, and seeing an excuse, they immediately stood up.

Although they spoke rudely, their eyes were on me: "Kid, are you looking for trouble?" They immediately pinned a accusation on me.

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"So what? What do you want me to do?" I smiled at the group of people who had surrounded me, and pulled Zhao Na and Wang Qian behind me.

"Kid..." The group of young men didn't know how to respond for a moment, and looked at each other.

At this moment, one of them, who was acting as a strategist, suddenly spoke up: "Apologize to us. You think you can just walk away after knocking over the beer? There's no such thing as a free lunch, right, guys?"

"Yeah, that's right." "Kid, are you deliberately looking for trouble?"... In an instant, the group realized what was going on.

"Brothers, I'm sorry, can I take the blame for this beer?" The owner of the barbecue stall also rushed over to comfort me, trying to make the matter smaller and less serious.

But this group was just looking for trouble, and they wouldn't listen to his attempts to mediate. They shoved the boss aside and kept yelling, "This is none of your business, get out of here!"

"Brothers, my girlfriend accidentally knocked over your beer. I apologize to you all. How about this, I'll cover your expenses tonight?" I said, pulling out fifty yuan from my pocket.

"This..." The men exchanged glances, clearly hesitant.

"Damn it, you look down on me! I don't want your money, let this girl apologize to us..." one of them started shouting, "Let these two girls each drink three glasses with us, and that'll be the end of it, otherwise..." He glared at me, his eyes full of hostility, as if to say, "Kid, I'll teach you what death is."

"You're delusional! You bunch of toads think you can get me to drink and apologize to you? Drink? You'd be better off drinking my piss..." Wang Qian had a fiery temper, and seeing my weakness, she flew into a rage.

"Shut up... Women shouldn't interrupt when men are talking." I snapped back. I wasn't afraid to fight, but there were two girls with me, and I wasn't sure I could avoid injuring innocent bystanders if I acted here.

"Brothers, everything has its limits. Going too far isn't good," I smiled at the crowd, then pointed to the alleyway not far away. "It's not convenient to talk here. How about we go over there and talk?"

"What do you want?" they asked warily, looking at the dark alley.

"I'm alone. Why are you all scared?" I sneered.

"Scared of you?" the leader of the youths replied boldly, glancing around.

"You two wait here for me. Be back in two minutes," I whispered to Wang Qian, then called out to them, "Let's go, let's talk..."

This time, apart from the youths, no one else followed. Wang Qian and Zhao Na called out to me, and were about to follow, but seeing my angry look, they obediently stopped.

"Kid, what do you want?" As soon as I stepped into the alley, several people surrounded me.

"It's not about what I want, it's about what you want, you scum!" Before they could react, I suddenly attacked, punching the guy closest to me.

"Ouch..." He stumbled back a few steps, clutching his stomach and crouching on the ground.

"You fucking used dirty tricks..." Before the leader could finish speaking, I kicked him in the groin, and punched another guy in the nose, instantly drawing blood.

In just ten seconds, three men were incapacitated. I looked at the two still standing there and said with a smile, "I was just being polite. Did you think I was really afraid of you?"

"What the fuck do you want?" The remaining two knew I was tough, so they didn't rush at me.

"What do you say..." I kicked the guy on the left in the ribs, and punched the last guy in the shoulder. However, I didn't use too much force; after all, these guys were just ordinary thugs, not some heinous criminals.

Watching the thugs retreat a few steps, I lost interest. Before leaving, I only warned them, "You'd better keep your eyes open next time."

Seeing me return safely, the people around me marveled and whispered amongst themselves. Wang Qian and Zhao Na quickly surrounded me, pulling me around to look me up and down, as if examining a monkey.

"What happened?" I asked them with a smile.

"You settled things?"

"Of course..."

After

this commotion, we were both bored. Zhao Na said she was worried her aunt would fret and wanted to go home early. Since it was on the way, Wang Qian and I walked her to her apartment building.

Wang Qian followed, and Zhao Na and I didn't exchange any intimate words. We just waved goodbye, and Wang Qian took my hand and left.

Zhao Na ran up the stairs, about to knock on the door, when she suddenly remembered seeing the light was off downstairs. She stopped, knowing her aunt had been suffering from insomnia and couldn't sleep well; she didn't want to wake her by knocking.

She thought for a moment, took out her key from her pocket, gently opened the door, and then locked it from the inside. Without turning on the light, she groped her way off her sandals in the dark, grabbed a pair of slippers from the shoe rack,

and was about to put them on when she suddenly heard a noise coming from her aunt's bedroom. She quickly turned her head and saw a faint light flickering in the bedroom. A thief? That was Zhao Na's first thought. After all, she and her aunt often worked overtime at night, and if her aunt wasn't sleeping with the light on, she wouldn't only leave one bedroom

lit. She was about to scream when she became alert. She knew she was no match for a thief, and rushing in recklessly would likely get her killed. Thinking this, she moved even lighter, tiptoed over, and peeked through the crack in the door.

What she saw was something she would never forget… Her usually kind and dignified aunt was now half-lying on the bed, her silk nightgown a crumpled mess, haphazardly wrapped around her waist, like a hastily wrung apron. The stockings on her snow-white thighs had been removed, both stockings crowding her ankles, exposing her snow-white calves. One black high heel lay scattered on the floor, the other still on her foot…

Her aunt held one calf high, automatically spreading her legs apart. One snow-white calf stood straight up, while the other lay limply on the headboard, looking incredibly lewd. Almost instinctively, Zhao Na swallowed hard. Although

her aunt was over thirty, her breasts weren't the soft, inelastic breasts described in books; they were slightly curved and erect, swaying from side to side as she rubbed them with one hand. Zhao Na had always envied her aunt's breasts because she felt inferior about her own body. Zhao Na was

suddenly very disappointed. She hadn't expected her aunt to be like this. How could she face her uncle, secretly doing such things alone in the room?

This wasn't how her aunt was; this wasn't her aunt at all. It completely overturned her impression of her aunt. Zhao Na seemed extremely agitated. Her hand instinctively grabbed the doorknob, wanting to rush in, but a "snap" startled her. She quickly peered through the crack in the door and saw that her aunt's high heels, hanging from her feet, had fallen down. But her aunt seemed oblivious, her hand still moving.

"Hmm...ah..." Her aunt closed her eyes again, beginning to moan softly, her legs, hanging in mid-air, bending back and forth.

With her movements, her full, rounded breasts swayed rhythmically, as if deliberately teasing Zhao Na. Her almond-shaped eyes were half-open, her cherry lips half-closed, her long, white legs hanging naturally, her smooth, soft body forming a beautiful curve. Her tongue licked her lips incessantly, emitting loud moans, instinctively seeking more intense pleasure and stimulation.

Her hand stopped again, her eyes fixed on the crack in the door… From this angle, she could clearly see her aunt's body; her delicate skin was so white it was almost transparent, inspiring an urge to kiss it; her exquisite, smooth breasts traced a beautiful arc, like a yurt in the night sky, mysterious and alluring…

Her uncle hadn't been home for a long time, and her aunt was probably… When Zhao Na tiptoed back to the bedroom, she didn't dare to wash herself, nor did she dare to turn on the chandelier. She simply closed the doors and windows, carefully dimmed the bedside lamp to its dimmest setting, and then took off her clothes and got into bed.

Just as she was about to take off her stockings, her hand suddenly stopped. She stared blankly at her snow-white thighs, which were without an ounce of excess fat. She reached out her jade-like hand and touched her incredibly smooth thigh, as if Wang Hao's hand was still touching it.

Zhao Na's heart skipped a beat. She quickly pulled off her thin stockings and white lace-patterned panties, holding them in her hands, her face flushed. Normally, she never felt this way when undressing, but tonight she felt incredibly ambiguous, unsure whether it was for herself, for her aunt, or perhaps for that nemesis. She picked up the light gray stockings; the toes were slightly frayed from rubbing against her feet. She couldn't resist sniffing them, immediately catching a whiff of leather and foot odor…

Her mind instantly cleared. What was wrong with her? Tonight, although she couldn't hear her aunt's voice next door, the scene she had just witnessed kept replaying in her mind. A thought involuntarily popped into her head: Don't let her dignified appearance fool you; she's actually a wanton woman. Her aunt is a wanton woman? She was startled by her own sudden thought and sat up abruptly.

Unexpectedly, her eyes caught sight of the mirror on the table. Looking at the beauty in the mirror, her heart stirred again. "This is me," she thought, "this is my body! My skin is snow-white, delicate and radiant, my beautiful shoulder-length hair is as smooth as satin—it's no less stunning than my aunt's." But then she saw her own breasts, and a wave of dejection washed over her.

This was her only source of insecurity. "Why can't you grow up?" she thought, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She raised her hands and looked at herself in the mirror again, her mind drifting back to Wang Hao. "Does he really not care? No man likes a woman with small breasts. Is he lying to me?" she wondered. "No, his reaction back then wasn't fake. Right, didn't he say that massage could make them bigger?" Zhao Na's eyes flickered.

Once a woman is lost in her thoughts, her mind becomes unpredictable and filled with anxiety. She was no exception. Her hands began to stroke her breasts incessantly, as if they might take flight at any moment.

Her mind was constantly filled with thoughts of Wang Hao, and she didn't stop what she was doing. Slowly, she felt her body getting hot, and a sensation in her chest made her unbearably itchy. She quickly withdrew her hand, but then thought about it and touched it again. As her fingers gently pressed in the center, her body trembled slightly, and her heart felt like it was being stirred.

Almost instinctively, she remembered what happened in the movie theater, and the scene flashed through her mind: a demonic hand rising from her knee, past her plump, slender thigh, and slipping into the inside of her tightly closed thigh…

"No...don't...please..." she cried out softly, then her mind cleared, and she hurriedly opened her eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she wasn't in the movie theater, but then, feeling her hand, her face flushed red. Her hand had just touched her inner thigh.

I'm a wanton woman too. She was shy and bashful, her heart filled with shame and fear. She had just felt ashamed of what she had done to her aunt, but within minutes, she herself had done the same.

I was thinking about Wang Hao. Her aunt must be missing her uncle. It must be. Her uncle and aunt hadn't seen each other for so long, since they worked in different places. Thinking of the reason, she gradually felt at ease. "I can't do this, I can't do this," Zhao Na's reason pleaded, but she already felt her body gradually no longer belonged to her, especially under the manipulation of her own hands. Her delicate body was so weak and powerless. As her hands rubbed her soft and perky breasts, a tingling pleasure gradually grew stronger, penetrating her heart and mind, making her whole body tremble and go limp...

"Why am I like this? Stop it..." "Anyway, no one saw it. Didn't Auntie do it too?" Reason and desire intertwined, making the beautiful and pure Zhao Na blush, and her body became softer and softer. She was at a loss once again…

She felt she could no longer control the raging lust in her mind, nor the shameful physiological reactions in her body. Her heart was filled with shame and fear, and her delicate face flushed crimson…

Zhao Na was actually a well-behaved girl. Both her parents were teachers at the Fourth Middle School. She had spent her entire education from elementary school to vocational school with her parents and had never had the opportunity to live at school. Therefore, she often seemed somewhat naive. Under her parents' long-term care, she appeared somewhat submissive. Basically, she never did anything her parents objected to. In her memory, when she was in her second year of high school, she finally managed to borrow a Qiong Yao novel. After reading a few pages at home, her father discovered it, and the book was burned to ashes. Her parents then lectured her for several hours. Even when she went to vocational school, it was because she listened to her parents. They felt that her personality would definitely be a disadvantage outside, so they sent her to the only teachers' college in the county. It was precisely because of this that Zhao Na harbored a rebellious streak deep within her, which is why she particularly admired Wang Qian. Wang Qian's personality was completely opposite to hers; she acted without considering the consequences or caring about others' opinions (this was how Zhao Na viewed Wang Qian).

Originally, she was going to be a teacher after graduation, but then a hospital had a nursing position, and her mother insisted she become a nurse, saying the pay was high. If it weren't for her lonely aunt asking her to keep her company, she probably wouldn't even have the chance to leave her parents.

Chapter 136
Perhaps due to inferiority complex, or perhaps due to long-standing family discipline, Zhao Na remained in a state of coldness, instinctively building a lid on her heart to suppress her emotions.

But that night, while on duty, the wind and rain in the duty room between Wang Qian and me opened the door to her lonely heart. Zhao Na initially felt extreme disgust, but there was also a strange feeling. Hearing the voice so close to her, a familiar yet unfamiliar emptiness spread from the depths of her heart, leaving her at a loss and unable to face it. She could only instinctively want to clench her thighs...

She was afraid that someone would see her ugly state, so she secretly ran to the women's restroom alone...

The stimulation of the past few days was enough to overturn her thinking. After all, she was a naive young virgin who had never met anyone. So, while she initially disliked Wang Hao, the physical intimacy gradually transformed into dependence.

Lying in bed, that half-smiling face kept appearing in her mind. She couldn't help but pull the blanket on the bedside table, tightly clamping it between her thighs and swinging it back and forth, while biting down hard on a corner of the blanket to keep herself from making a sound.

The smooth texture of the blanket further stimulated her senses, a pleasant and comforting sensation flowing from between her tightly clenched legs throughout her body, entering her heart and mind—a feeling of fullness, tightness, and completeness. Zhao Na's face was flushed, as if it would well up with tears at the slightest touch. She groaned through gritted teeth, her body twisting and turning, her hands unsure of where to go, sometimes raising them, sometimes lowering them, gripping the blanket tightly when she lowered them. Her legs alternated between straightening and tensing, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

A growing emptiness and tingling sensation filled her mind. A primal urge to be fulfilled, possessed by a man, and subjected to direct, intense physical stimulation overwhelmed her. At this moment, the beautiful and pure Zhao Na blushed crimson, her heart filled with shy blush, her body tingling and numb. She couldn't help but tease her nerves with her hands, as if she held a key to unlock her desires…

Her body jolted violently, a surge of sweet, sour, spicy, and numbing sensations rushing to her heart. An uncontrollable feeling spread throughout her body—something she had never experienced before—and her body continued to spasm uncontrollably… like a fish dried up at the bottom of a lake, making its final struggle.

After a long while, Zhao Na's cherry-red lips still breathed rapidly. Her beautiful, long, smooth legs went limp and lay across the bed, the sheets a jumbled mess. Instead, a sense of introspection and confusion washed over her, as if reason had regained control.

"I shouldn't be like this," she immediately thought, yet she was also captivated by the tight, full pleasure.

Feeling weak all over, Zhao Na shifted her body, finding herself limp and powerless on the bed, her skin glistening with tiny beads of sweat.

She touched her rosy skin, her beautiful, shy, and helpless eyes opening listlessly, radiating an unprecedented beauty.

Meanwhile,

Wang Qian and I had just reached the stairwell of her building when I became impatient. I pressed her tightly against the doorway and kissed her passionately, almost suffocating her. She pushed me away, sobbing, "Wait, I need to get my keys..."

My hand naturally slid inside her neckline, caressing Wang Qian's full breasts through her silk blouse. They were slightly sweaty, smooth and fleshy to the touch. She leaned weakly against the wall, her hands flailing helplessly, unable to retrieve her keys.

My hand then slipped between her thighs, tracing and teasing her lower body along the smooth stockings. The shy woman couldn't bear such teasing and grabbed my groping hand, pleading, "No, stop..." The keys clattered to the floor, echoing softly in the quiet night. I quickly

picked them up, one hand still groping Wang Qian's body as I opened the door. Wang Qian, panting, entered the room, saying no. As soon

as we were inside, I turned on the light and expertly embraced her, taking a few steps forward and pinning her down on the table. "No! Let me go! No!" Wang Qian seemed to remember something and began to roll over. I pressed down on her delicate body, my hands kneading her breasts, my lips kissing her earlobe, making Wang Qian feel weak all over.

"I don't want to, don't come here, I don't want to be here... take me to the bedroom!" she struggled.

Ignoring her resistance, I lifted Wang Qian's skirt, my hands reaching for her exquisite, curvaceous body, roaming wantonly along her alluring curves.

"You... ah!" Suddenly a soft cry came from the doorway.

I quickly looked up and saw Wang Xia in her pajamas, staring at us in disbelief. Her delicate hand covered her mouth, forcing back her surprise.

"Sister..." Wang Qian also turned her head and saw her sister standing at the bedroom door. She was immediately at a loss, forgetting to struggle, and just lay stiffly on the table.

"I... you... I... when did you come back? I heard the door open, so I came out to see... I'm lying on the table with you..." Faced with such an embarrassing situation, the usually composed Wang Xia couldn't even speak coherently, stammering incessantly.

"Oh," I had actually recovered from my initial surprise. Seeing her dazed look, a thought struck me, and I pretended to be flustered, calling out, "Sister Wang, you just woke up?"

"Oh, I just woke up." Wang Xia was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to go in or out.

"You jerk, put me down!" Wang Qian finally reacted, shoving me, then jumped off the table, pulled up her skirt to cover her thighs, and asked with a flushed face, "Sister, why didn't you call me before you came over..."

"I called your duty room, and Xiao Xu said you left work early. Why are you only coming back now? I thought something had happened." Wang Xia's expression had also improved somewhat.

"We went to see a movie, and it just ended." Wang Qian explained apologetically.

All three of us felt awkward talking like this. Fortunately, Wang Xia reacted quickly, yawning and saying, "I'm relieved you're back. I need to go to sleep early; I have to work tomorrow." Saying this, she retreated back and closed the bedroom door.

"I'm going to take a shower..." Before I could react, Wang Qian had already quickly walked into the bathroom, then locked the door from the inside. Soon, I could hear the sound of running water.

These two sisters... my heart fluttered. The image of Wang Xia in her pajamas flashed through my mind, and I felt a sudden itch. I figured Wang Qian wouldn't be finished showering anytime soon, so I tiptoed into Wang Xia's bedroom and pushed open the door.

She was just about to go to sleep when she saw me come in and exclaimed in surprise, "How did you get in..."

The soft fabric clung to Wang Xia's full breasts; because she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were clearly visible, and a small section of her fair legs peeked out from under her nightgown.

I couldn't resist sitting on the edge of her bed, suddenly pulling Wang Xia into a hug and laughing, "Why can't I come in?"

"Are you crazy? What are you doing...stop it..." she murmured shyly, her body tense and stiff as I suddenly attacked her thighs. She pushed me away forcefully, whispering, "You bastard, what are you doing? Xiaoqian is outside..." "She's taking a shower; she definitely won't be finished by now." I grasped Wang Xia's firm breasts with one hand, caressing and kneading them...at the same time, I lowered my head and kissed her soft, red lips.

"Ugh...that won't do either, what if she finds out..." Wang Xia struggled frantically in my arms, her body instinctively leaning forward, her hands desperately trying to pry open my hold.

My hands roamed over her smooth skin; her thighs were very sensitive. Her smooth leg muscles trembled slightly under my touch, emitting soft moans, her white teeth biting her sexy red lips.

“Didn’t she know about you and me, and tacitly approve?” I pushed Wang Xia onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

“That’s still not enough. What do you take us sisters for…” She began to moan softly, her legs, which were hanging in mid-air, bending back and forth, using her knees to block my body.

I caressed Wang Xia’s long, slender, snow-white legs, my hands invading her thighs, forcibly separating her long, slender, snow-white legs. She tried hard to close her legs, but she was no match for me. Her body couldn’t escape my iron grip, and under my pressure, her long legs parted again.

When I lifted her skirt to her waist, she lay weakly on her back on the bed, her legs forced high up, like a lamb to the slaughter, tragically beautiful.

But Wang Xia no longer resisted; all the strength in her body seemed to drain away instantly. As soon as I let go, her legs fell back onto the bed with a thud.

I immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly turned her head away from the outside. I saw tears of humiliation streaming from Wang Xia's eyes.

"Sister Wang, I'm sorry..." I realized in an instant that I had gone too far. Some things can only be done step by step; haste makes waste.

Unexpectedly, when I picked her up, she cried even harder, but afraid that Wang Qian would hear her from inside, she only dared to sob softly. No matter how I tried to comfort her, I couldn't stop her. So I had to act decisively, forcefully kissing her red lips to silence her.

"Ah..." A desperate and shy moan escaped her soft, red lips as I attacked her fiercely and greedily. Wang Xia's resistance gradually weakened, and she was unknowingly forced into a state of complete submission.

"Are you not crying now?" I breathed a sigh of relief, raising my head and looking at Wang Xia with a half-smile.

"You...you're such a jerk..." She was both ashamed and angry, and suddenly bit my shoulder.

"Oh..." I didn't dare to yell, so I could only beg in a low voice, "Sister, let go, don't leave any teeth marks, or Wang Qian will find out..."

"You're afraid of being discovered too? Why didn't you listen to me earlier..." Hearing my words, she immediately let go, glaring at me.

"Who told you to be so beautiful, sister? To die under a peony is to die a romantic death." I had calmed down now and was joking with Wang Xia.

She chuckled and asked, "Am I really that attractive to you?"

"More attractive than gravity, otherwise why would I have been so crazy earlier..." I stroked Wang Qian's waist twice, then slipped my hand inside her pajamas.

"Damn it, here we go again..." She reacted quickly and immediately slapped my hand away.

"Sister..." I pretended to be aggrieved.

"You bastard, try moving again! Get out of here right now, Xiaoqian will be out soon..."

"Not so fast..."

"Sigh..." She looked at me and sighed, saying, "Don't be ridiculous, okay? You're Xiaoqian's boyfriend now, you know?"

Seeing her resolute determination, I knew things were hopeless today, so I could only nod and say, "Then I'll come find you after Wang Qian falls asleep...?"

"You dare...!"

Not long after I lay down on the bed, Wang Qian, wearing only her underwear, dashed into the bedroom, leaving me dumbfounded. I swallowed hard and exclaimed, "Why are you running around dressed like that? Aren't you afraid of flashing me...?"

"Flashing me? I'm at home, I didn't bring any spare clothes. Besides, if I flash you, it's only you who sees it, isn't it?"

She said, gesturing at the head of the bed.

I lay on the head of the bed looking at this charming woman. Her fair face had long since lost the youthful innocence of a girl, but instead contained a mature charm unique to young women, which flowed between her brows and eyes. The fleeting allure in her eyes when she smiled was enough to make one's heart flutter.

Freed from the bra's constraints, her breasts stretched forward more firmly, like works of art carved from mutton-fat jade, reflecting a hazy jade-like luster in the dim light. Her slender waist curved into a soft curve, her legs elegantly crossed and swaying slightly.

"I can't take it anymore..." I immediately jumped off the bed, pounced on her, and was about to start touching her when Wang Qian cleverly dodged, kicking me with her legs and saying, "Go to the bathroom and wash up quickly. You've been walking all day, you're all dirty. You're not allowed on the bed until you're clean..."

"Okay, okay..." I immediately put on my slippers, rushed into the bathroom, quickly took off my clothes, rinsed myself thoroughly under the tap, lathered up with soap, and then rinsed off the foam. I followed Wang Qian's example and rushed into the bedroom in my underwear. The whole process took no more than five minutes.

"Oh my god, why are you dressed like this?" Wang Qian was even more surprised than I was.

"Only officials are allowed to set fires, while commoners are forbidden even to light lamps. I'm just copying you, so what?" I said, striking a pose myself, my muscular physique gleaming faintly in the lamplight.

"Are you out of your mind? I'm a woman... what if my sister sees this?" she stammered.

"So be it..." I said, already pouncing on her.

"Don't move... you're pressing down on me," Wang Qian groaned and twisted incessantly. Her desperate writhing only fueled my desire to conquer her.

Perhaps due to her inferiority complex, or perhaps due to long-standing family discipline, Zhao Na had always been in a state of coldness, instinctively building a lid on her heart to suppress her emotions.

But that night on duty, the wind and rain between Wang Qian and me in the duty room opened the door to her lonely heart. Zhao Na initially felt extreme disgust, but also a strange feeling. Hearing the voice so close, a familiar yet unfamiliar emptiness spread from the depths of her heart, leaving her bewildered and unable to face it. She could only instinctively want to clench her thighs... She

was afraid someone would see her shameful state, so she secretly ran to the women's restroom alone...

The stimulation of the past few days was enough to overturn her thinking. After all, she was a naive young virgin who had never met anyone, so while she initially disliked Wang Hao, the physical intimacy gradually transformed into dependence.

Lying in bed, that half-smiling face kept flashing through her mind. She couldn't help but tug at the blanket at the head of the bed, clamping it tightly between her thighs and wiggling it back and forth, while biting down hard on a corner of the blanket to stifle any sound.

The smooth texture of the blanket further stimulated her senses, a pleasurable and comforting sensation flowing from between her tightly clenched legs throughout her body, entering her heart and mind—a full, tight, and satisfying feeling. Zhao Na's face was flushed, as if it would well up with tears at the slightest touch. She groaned through gritted teeth, her body writhing, her hands unsure of where to go, sometimes raising them, sometimes lowering them, gripping the blanket tightly when lowered. Her legs alternated between straightening and tensing, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

A growing emptiness and tingling sensation filled her mind. A primal urge to be fulfilled, possessed by a man, and subjected to direct, intense physical stimulation overwhelmed her. At this moment, the beautiful and pure Zhao Na blushed crimson, her heart filled with shy blush, her body tingling and numb. She couldn't help but tease her nerves with her hands, as if she held a key to unlock her desires…

Her body jolted violently, a surge of sweet, sour, spicy, and numbing sensations rushing to her heart. An uncontrollable feeling spread throughout her body—something she had never experienced before—and her body continued to spasm uncontrollably… like a fish dried up at the bottom of a lake, making its final struggle.

After a long while, Zhao Na's cherry-red lips still breathed rapidly. Her beautiful, long, smooth legs went limp and lay across the bed, the sheets a jumbled mess. Instead, a sense of introspection and confusion washed over her, as if reason had regained control.

"I shouldn't be like this," she immediately thought, yet she was also captivated by the tight, full pleasure.

Feeling weak all over, Zhao Na shifted her body, finding herself limp and powerless on the bed, her skin glistening with tiny beads of sweat.

She touched her rosy skin, her beautiful, shy, and helpless eyes opening listlessly, radiating an unprecedented beauty.

Meanwhile,

Wang Qian and I had just reached the stairwell of her building when I became impatient. I pressed her tightly against the doorway and kissed her passionately, almost suffocating her. She pushed me away, sobbing, "Wait, I need to get my keys..."

My hand naturally slid inside her neckline, caressing Wang Qian's full breasts through her silk blouse. They were slightly sweaty, smooth and fleshy to the touch. She leaned weakly against the wall, her hands flailing helplessly, unable to retrieve her keys.

My hand then slipped between her thighs, tracing and teasing her lower body along the smooth stockings. The shy woman couldn't bear such teasing and grabbed my groping hand, pleading, "No, stop..." The keys clattered to the floor, echoing softly in the quiet night. I quickly

picked them up, one hand still groping Wang Qian's body as I opened the door. Wang Qian, panting, entered the room, saying no. As soon

as we were inside, I turned on the light and expertly embraced her, taking a few steps forward and pinning her down on the table. "No! Let me go! No!" Wang Qian seemed to remember something and began to roll over. I pressed down on her delicate body, my hands kneading her breasts, my lips kissing her earlobe, making Wang Qian feel weak all over.

"I don't want to, don't come here, I don't want to be here... take me to the bedroom!" she struggled.

Ignoring her resistance, I lifted Wang Qian's skirt, my hands reaching for her exquisite, curvaceous body, roaming wantonly along her alluring curves.

"You... ah!" Suddenly a soft cry came from the doorway.

I quickly looked up and saw Wang Xia in her pajamas, staring at us in disbelief. Her delicate hand covered her mouth, forcing back her surprise.

"Sister..." Wang Qian also turned her head and saw her sister standing at the bedroom door. She was immediately at a loss, forgetting to struggle, and just lay stiffly on the table.

"I... you... I... when did you come back? I heard the door open, so I came out to see... I'm lying on the table with you..." Faced with such an embarrassing situation, the usually composed Wang Xia couldn't even speak coherently, stammering incessantly.

"Oh," I had actually recovered from my initial surprise. Seeing her dazed look, a thought struck me, and I pretended to be flustered, calling out, "Sister Wang, you just woke up?"

"Oh, I just woke up." Wang Xia was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to go in or out.

"You jerk, put me down!" Wang Qian finally reacted, shoving me, then jumped off the table, pulled up her skirt to cover her thighs, and asked with a flushed face, "Sister, why didn't you call me before you came over..."

"I called your duty room, and Xiao Xu said you left work early. Why are you only coming back now? I thought something had happened." Wang Xia's expression had also improved somewhat.

"We went to see a movie, and it just ended." Wang Qian explained apologetically.

All three of us felt awkward talking like this. Fortunately, Wang Xia reacted quickly, yawning and saying, "I'm relieved you're back. I need to go to sleep early; I have to work tomorrow." Saying this, she retreated back and closed the bedroom door.

"I'm going to take a shower..." Before I could react, Wang Qian had already quickly walked into the bathroom, then locked the door from the inside. Soon, I could hear the sound of running water.

These two sisters... my heart fluttered. The image of Wang Xia in her pajamas flashed through my mind, and I felt a sudden itch. I figured Wang Qian wouldn't be finished showering anytime soon, so I tiptoed into Wang Xia's bedroom and pushed open the door.

She was just about to go to sleep when she saw me come in and exclaimed in surprise, "How did you get in..."

The soft fabric clung to Wang Xia's full breasts; because she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were clearly visible, and a small section of her fair legs peeked out from under her nightgown.

I couldn't resist sitting on the edge of her bed, suddenly pulling Wang Xia into a hug and laughing, "Why can't I come in?"

"Are you crazy? What are you doing...stop it..." she murmured shyly, her body tense and stiff as I suddenly attacked her thighs. She pushed me away forcefully, whispering, "You bastard, what are you doing? Xiaoqian is outside..." "She's taking a shower; she definitely won't be finished by now." I grasped Wang Xia's firm breasts with one hand, caressing and kneading them...at the same time, I lowered my head and kissed her soft, red lips.

"Ugh...that won't do either, what if she finds out..." Wang Xia struggled frantically in my arms, her body instinctively leaning forward, her hands desperately trying to pry open my hold.

My hands roamed over her smooth skin; her thighs were very sensitive. Her smooth leg muscles trembled slightly under my caresses, emitting soft moans, her white teeth biting her sexy red lips.

"Didn't she know about you and me, didn't she tacitly approve?" I pushed Wang Xia down onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

"That's still not enough. What do you take us sisters for..." she began to moan softly, her legs, hanging in mid-air, bending back and forth, using her knees to resist my body.

I caressed Wang Xia's long, slender, snow-white legs, my hands invading deeper into her thighs, forcibly separating her long, slender, snow-white legs. She tried desperately to close her legs, but she was no match for me; her body couldn't escape my iron grip, and under my pressure, her long legs parted again.

When I lifted her skirt to her waist, she lay weakly on her back on the bed, her jade legs forced high, like a lamb to the slaughter, tragically beautiful.

But Wang Xia offered no resistance. All her strength seemed to vanish instantly. The moment I released her, her legs slumped onto the bed.

I immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly turned her head away from the bed. I saw tears of humiliation streaming from Wang Xia's eyes.

"Sister Wang, I'm sorry..." I realized in an instant that I had gone too far. Some things can only be done step by step; haste makes waste.

Unexpectedly, when I picked her up, she cried even harder. Afraid that Wang Qian might hear her from inside, she only dared to sob softly. No matter how I tried to comfort her, I couldn't stop her. So, I acted swiftly, kissing her red lips fiercely to silence her.

"Ah..." A desperate and shy moan escaped her soft, red lips. I attacked her fiercely and greedily. Wang Xia's resistance gradually weakened, and she was unknowingly forced into a state of complete submission.

"Are you not crying now?" I breathed a sigh of relief, raising my head and looking at Wang Xia with a half-smile.

"You...you're such a jerk..." She was both ashamed and angry, and suddenly bit my shoulder.

"Ouch..." I didn't dare to scream, so I could only beg for mercy in a low voice: "Sister, let go, don't leave a tooth mark, or Wang Qian will find out..."

"You're afraid of being found out too, why didn't you listen to me earlier..." Hearing my words, she immediately let go and glared at me.

"Who told you to be so beautiful, sister? To die under a peony is to die a romantic death." I had calmed down now and was joking with Wang Xia.

She chuckled and asked, "Am I really that attractive to you?"

"More attractive than gravity, otherwise why would I have been so crazy earlier..." I stroked Wang Qian's waist twice, and then slipped my hand inside her pajamas.

"Damn it, here we go again..." She reacted quickly and immediately slapped my hand away.

"Sister..." I pretended to be aggrieved.

"You bastard, try moving again! Get out of here right now, Xiaoqian will be out soon..."

"Not so fast..."

"Sigh..." She looked at me and sighed, saying, "Don't be ridiculous, okay? You're Xiaoqian's boyfriend now, you know?"

Seeing her resolute determination, I knew things were hopeless today, so I could only nod and say, "Then I'll come find you after Wang Qian falls asleep...?"

"You dare...!"

Not long after I lay down on the bed, Wang Qian, wearing only her underwear, dashed into the bedroom, leaving me dumbfounded. I swallowed hard and exclaimed, "Why are you running around dressed like that? Aren't you afraid of flashing me...?"

"Flashing me? I'm at home, I didn't bring any spare clothes. Besides, if I flash you, it's only you who sees it, isn't it?"

She said, gesturing at the head of the bed.

I lay on the head of the bed looking at this charming woman. Her fair face had long since lost the youthful innocence of a girl, but instead contained a mature charm unique to young women, which flowed between her brows and eyes. The fleeting allure in her eyes when she smiled was enough to make one's heart flutter.

Freed from the bra's constraints, her breasts stretched forward more firmly, like works of art carved from mutton-fat jade, reflecting a hazy jade-like luster in the dim light. Her slender waist curved into a soft curve, her legs elegantly crossed and swaying slightly.

"I can't take it anymore..." I immediately jumped off the bed, pounced on her, and was about to start touching her when Wang Qian cleverly dodged, kicking me with her legs and saying, "Go to the bathroom and wash up quickly. You've been walking all day, you're all dirty. You're not allowed on the bed until you're clean..."

"Okay, okay..." I immediately put on my slippers, rushed into the bathroom, quickly took off my clothes, rinsed myself thoroughly under the tap, lathered up with soap, and then rinsed off the foam. I followed Wang Qian's example and rushed into the bedroom in my underwear. The whole process took no more than five minutes.

"Oh my god, why are you dressed like this?" Wang Qian was even more surprised than I was.

"Only officials are allowed to set fires, while commoners are forbidden to light lamps. I'm just copying you, so what?" I said, striking a pose, my muscular physique gleaming faintly in the lamplight.

"Are you out of your mind? I'm a woman... what if my sister sees this?" she stammered.

"So be it..." I said, already pouncing on her.

"Don't move... I'm pinning you down," Wang Qian moaned and writhed. Her desperate twisting only fueled my desire to conquer her.

Chapter 137
Wang Qian's soft, boneless, naked, beautiful body was pressed beneath me, trembling slightly, an indescribable pleasure. Her alluring body writhed on the sheets, instinctively seeking stronger pleasure and stimulation...

When the final moment arrived, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck. She was completely melted by desire, her eyes filled with a hazy, dreamlike light.

I suckled at her throbbing breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, supporting her waist with my hands, thrusting my body repeatedly.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Wang Qian cried out wildly, her small mouth breathing rapidly, completely oblivious to Wang Xia next door. After a long while, her jade legs slowly fell down, uncontrollably convulsing...

Looking at this incredibly beautiful woman beneath me, her stunningly beautiful face flushed, her fair and almost translucent skin tinged with crimson, like a few peach blossoms blooming among pear blossoms. I couldn't help but kiss her with my lips.

Wang Qian was too weak to even move, her snow-white body limp beneath me, covered in sweat, letting me suckle her.

I rolled over and lay on the bed, holding her to my chest, feeling Wang Qian's soft breasts rise and fall with her breath. She buried her head in my chest like a child. She twitched slightly twice and said, "I almost died just now," her soft little hands touching my body.

"So, do you want to live or die?" I said with a smile, then lowered my head to suckle the delicate stamens among the flowers.

"Mmm..." she let out another soft, spring-like moan.

I felt as if I were playing an ancient zither, constantly plucking the strings with my hands, and Wang Qian echoed along, the music a cacophony of sounds, sometimes like a fine drizzle, sometimes like a flowing stream, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

With the final notes, Wang Qian began to beg for mercy in a trembling voice, her hands no longer able to support my body, and she fell limply. A wave of pleasure spread through my entire body...

When I withdrew, her two legs seemed to be spread wide open without any restraint, completely powerless, like a small fish waiting to die on a dried-up riverbed.

Of course, I didn't go to Wang Xia's room. Although I was still capable of going again, I had other thoughts on the matter, and I felt a little uneasy. After all, I was with Wang Qian now, and while it was okay to think about some things, I couldn't rush things. Besides, I had to put Wang Xia's matter aside for now. Based on my experience, women get jealous in these situations. I was sure Wang Xia wouldn't be able to sleep tonight after hearing all the commotion, and she probably thought I was going to sneak over to cheat on her, and she was waiting for me.

I didn't open my eyes until early morning when I felt an urgent need to urinate. It was already bright outside, and Wang Qian's flawless, snow-white body lay naked before me, a slight smile on her lips, as if she were having a sweet dream. Her full, firm breasts heaved rapidly, tempting my imagination. The blanket had naturally slipped down to her thighs, revealing her smooth, white thighs and buttocks. Early morning is when a man's desire is strongest, but seeing how exhausted she was last night, I didn't have the heart to disturb her sweet dream. I simply kissed her forehead, then put on my underwear and rushed to the bathroom.

Wang Xia, seeing me enter, didn't react for a moment. She sat motionless on the toilet, our eyes meeting, seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing. She had pulled her pajamas up to her waist, her alabaster-white thighs slightly parted. From this angle, I could clearly see the smooth, shapely skin of her thighs, and her white lace panties were wrapped around her knees.

"Ah, what are you doing in here? Why are you dressed like that? Get out of here! What time is it? If Xiaoqian finds out, we're both dead!" Wang Xia snapped out of her daze, hurriedly closing the toilet lid with one hand and pulling down her nightgown with the other as she stood up.

"I'm just using the toilet, of course..." I stood next to her, lifted the toilet lid, and then let out a torrent of urine. While she stared in disbelief, I laughed and said, "Don't peek..."

"What do you mean, 'I want to see you, you pervert!'" Wang Xia glared at me, her face flushed, and then turned to leave, but I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed in surprise.

"..." I didn't say anything until I had relieved myself, then smiled and said, "What do you think?" I flushed the toilet again, closed the lid, sat on it, and pulled her into my arms, half-lying on my lap. My penis happened to be pressed against her deep buttocks. She seemed to come to her senses only when she was in my arms. She pushed me away with her hands, a little flustered, and a little fierce but actually weak. She whispered, "Are you going to mess around again? Let go of me now, Xiaoqian will wake up soon..."

How could I give her a chance to resist?

"Sister, I missed you so much last night, I couldn't sleep a wink..."

I said, then hugged her waist tightly, my hand slipping inside her nightgown to caress her breasts. Her full breasts were soft and elastic. I lifted her head and kissed her soft, thin lips. Wang Xia's body went limp, then she began to writhe violently, pounding my back with her hands, making soft "mmm" sounds, and shaking her head from side to side, trying to break free from my lips, but because they were sealed, she couldn't make a sound.

"You bastard..." Taking a breath, she suddenly pulled away from my lips: "You still want to lie to me? Last night was so much fun, you thought I was here... Now you remember me, I won't let you touch me..." Her hands kept pushing, trying to escape my embrace.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't let me come over last night?" I asked, my face contorted with grievance, while my hands continued to knead her full breasts, feeling her burning body temperature.

"You wouldn't come over just because I said you wouldn't? When did you become so obedient? I'll make you let go right now!" she said, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps as I touched her.

"You tell me to let go, but I won't! Otherwise, I'll misunderstand your intentions again." When my hand touched the base of her thigh, she trembled slightly, instinctively trying to resist with her left hand.

But she was no match for me, and quickly succumbed to my attack. I slipped one hand into Wang Xia's lower body, pulled her up forcefully, suspending her lower body in the air, and pulled down her white lace panties, the dazzling whiteness flashing briefly under her nightgown. I

intensified my caresses on her extremely sensitive and tender inner thighs, feeling that Wang Xia's skin was already slightly moist, but she was still resisting. I decided to cut the Gordian knot quickly, releasing myself and attacking from behind.

"You're lewd, don't do it from behind... I can't see anything..." Wang Xia could only accept the situation, but the position made her feel very awkward, and she kept turning her head.

"I like it..." A hand kneaded her full breasts more forcefully, seductively stirring the young woman's heart.

Wang Xia never expected me to tease her in this way. With the constant assault on her body, she felt a jolt of pleasure, like an electric current, coursing through her entire body and then flooding her mind. Because she couldn't see anyone, she felt somewhat uneasy, a mixture of shame and pleasurable sensation constantly rising within her.

She harbored an indescribable feeling, unsure whether this action stemmed from the unbearable pain of shame or... She was indulging in a novel, alluring, and intoxicating stimulation... She felt as if all her consciousness had been ripped away, her whole body floating on clouds, her hot, delicate body twisting and turning incessantly, seemingly instinctively responding to my invasion. She involuntarily writhed, her soft moans gradually becoming frantic, interspersed with soul-stirring, seductive cries...

Everything proceeded silently. I grabbed Wang Xia's thigh with one hand, turning her body over. She understood and lifted her thigh, wrapping her arms around my body.

"Mmm..." Her face was burning hot, her small hands gripping my back tightly. I even wondered if she had scratched my back, because I felt a burning pain. At that moment, I could truly say I was experiencing both pain and pleasure.

"Mmm... Sister... You're so good..." Under the influence of Wang Xia's excitement, I became even more uncontrollable, gradually increasing the intensity, my body throbbing like a wound-up toy.

"Ah... It feels so good... I'm almost there..." Wang Xia's face was flushed, her breathing becoming rapid. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her face contorted with excitement, and a sobbing sound came from deep in her throat.

"Ah... No... Don't... anymore..." Wang Xia's head swayed from side to side, her words incoherent and low. Perhaps out of consideration for Wang Qian, she finally bit my shoulder hard.

Enduring the pain, I reached down and grabbed Wang Xia's ample breasts through her pajamas, squeezing them hard a few times.

"Mmm... be gentle..." Her brows furrowed slightly, a thick mist rising in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. It seemed I had used a little too much force.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I got too excited. I won't do it again next time." I whispered in Wang Xia's ear, pulling her into my arms and savoring the tranquility after the frenzy.

"Oh..." Wang Xia nodded, her eyes closed, clearly enjoying it, and leaned in to kiss my lips.

I licked Wang Xia's red lips and whispered, "Was that good?"

"Ah... why do you keep talking nonsense..." Wang Xia had recovered somewhat by now, transforming from her previous slutty demeanor. Looking at herself straddling my lap, the thought of being so easily taken by her sister's boyfriend again, while her sister was sound asleep in the bedroom, stirred a strange excitement within her. She reached out and pushed me back, "Alright, Ah Hao, let me get up. Get some tissues to wipe yourself, hurry up and get dressed, Xiao Qian should be waking up..."

I sat there, watching Wang Xia's movements, waiting for her service. Wang Xia seemed used to this kind of service, obediently wiping me. "I told you not to do it, but you insisted," she said affectionately as she wiped me from below. "Look, you're tired now, aren't you?" She even playfully slapped me with her hand after saying that.

"Not tired, not tired at all, I'm so comfortable, sis." Even if I was really tired, I wouldn't tell the truth. After saying that, I stood up, hugged Wang Xia, and kissed her red lips.

Her mouth was full of sweet saliva, which I drank freely, my lips lingering and sucking... In the end, she pushed me away and said breathlessly, "Here we go again, it's never going to end..." After saying that, she didn't give me a chance and walked out of the bathroom on her own.

Because Wang Qian also had to go to work, after I finished getting ready, I went downstairs to the alley entrance and bought some soy milk and fried dough sticks. Then I called her and Wang Xia out, and the three of us ate breakfast together. Wang Qian still looked like she hadn't woken up properly, and kept muttering that her body was sore.

What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. When Zhao Na woke up from her dream, she felt something in her hand, and then her pretty face was covered with a shy blush. She realized where she had put her hand in her dream.

When she entered the living room, she found her aunt getting dressed in front of the mirror. Long, glossy black hair cascaded over her fair shoulders, and a fleeting, alluring smile played on her lips, instantly captivating. She wore a very tight-fitting white silk short-sleeved top, her ample figure accentuated by the thin fabric, her snow-white arms radiating a captivating glow, exuding a seductive allure. Her long legs were clad in light blue thin jeans and small red slippers. As she bent down to put on her shoes, her rounded hips were revealed from behind, outlining a sensual curve.

Zhao Na felt a surge of youthful excitement. Recalling the events of the previous night, a sense of allure grew within her. A blush crept onto her fair cheeks, her firm breasts heaving rapidly, and she unconsciously glanced at her aunt's thighs.

"Xiao Na, what are you daydreaming about so early in the morning? Aren't you at work this morning?" a voice whispered in her ear.

"Oh, work, work." She quickly looked away, rushed to the toilet, and rinsed her mouth with toothpaste.

"This girl, why is she acting so strangely?" The woman shook her head, but didn't think much of it.

For the entire morning, Zhao Na was lost in a longing and reminiscence. Today, she had specially worn white stockings, revealing a glimpse of her fair and firm calves beneath her knee-length skirt. The thin stockings clung to her body, outlining her beautiful lines, and her simple white sandals bound her delicate, fleshy feet.

She remembered Wang Hao once saying that her feet were the most beautiful, but to her disappointment, she hadn't seen him all morning. Several times she wanted to ask Wang Qian, but she couldn't bring herself to speak; after all, they had no relationship now.

To be honest, Zhao Na's thoughts were a bit hard to fathom at this moment. She understood Wang Qian's thoughts and knew that Wang Qian changed boyfriends like she changed clothes, so she didn't believe that their relationship would last. She thought that once Wang Qian got tired of her, she would let go, so that she could announce her relationship with Wang Hao later and be worthy of her friend.

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