[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - 21

Chapter 95 Shifting Flowers and Grafting Trees (Part 2)
Gao Yan had watched helplessly as Shang Rong and Xiao Ya abandoned her to seek pleasure alone. In a moment of impulse, she called Director Wu, who naturally welcomed her with open arms. At first, Gao Yan was uneasy, afraid Shang Rong would find out. But her young body needed a man's comfort. After rolling around under Director Wu's strong body a few times, Gao Yan adopted a "what's the use" attitude. Anyway, Shang Rong hadn't come to see her for a long time.
In Gao Yan's eyes, Shang Rong was different now. Back then, he didn't have much money and needed her. Now he was wealthy and had many women; he couldn't possibly have his heart solely devoted to her. Director Wu was different. Although he always exhausted her in bed, he truly treated her like a treasure in private. Besides, Shang Rong's company had such a large project with the prison bureau; even if he knew about her relationship with Director Wu, he wouldn't dare offend him. Wasn't it he who personally delivered her to Director Wu's bed in the first place?
Thinking of Shang Rong, Gao Yan felt a pang of resentment. However, considering her current comfortable life and the fact that Shang Rong hadn't mistreated her despite her own efforts, she abandoned her thoughts of revenge and focused solely on her affair with Director Wu, craving the sexual pleasure Shang Rong couldn't provide. Gao Yan felt her mindset had completely changed; any man she fancied would tempt her to sleep with him. She often wondered why she had lost all sense of shame, concluding that she had been thoroughly ravaged by men and could no longer live without them.
While Shang Rong was distracted by the fat man's wife, Xiu Ju, Gao Yan, after having sex with Director Wu more than ten times, finally mustered the courage to bring him to her home. The thought of Director Wu having sex with her on the bed she and Shang Rong had shared made her legs go weak even before she entered the room, her crotch feeling slippery. As soon as she entered, Gao Yan kicked off her shoes and sprawled on the sofa, her high, rounded buttocks swaying as she silently begged the man behind her.
Director Wu was already completely infatuated with Gao Yan. Ever since rekindling their past romance, the over-fifty-year-old had somehow gained boundless energy, needing to have sex with her every few days. He would think of Gao Yan's snow-white, plump buttocks whenever he wasn't at work or in a meeting.
Seeing the woman's high, rounded buttocks, even though her pants weren't off, already excited Director Wu immensely. Moreover, Gao Yan's eyes, seemingly dripping with moisture, were staring at him seductively.
Director Wu didn't have time to take off his clothes. While staring intently into the woman's eyes, he panted as he unbuckled his belt, pulling his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. He staggered towards Gao Yan, but before he reached the sofa, his pants tripped him, and he ended up on top of her. Panting, he said, "You little slut... can't wait, can you..."
He then pulled down the woman's pants, revealing her white, round buttocks, and grabbed them with one hand, licking them wildly. Gao Yan's buttocks trembled like jelly.
"Stop licking... take me to the bed... he's fucking me right there... hurry!"
Gao Yan screamed almost hysterically.
Director Wu carried Gao Yan into the bedroom like an eagle catching a chick, threw her onto the bed, and quickly stripped both of them naked. Then he leaned against her waist and plunged his head into her soft, white flesh, making a wet, slippery
sound, like drinking porridge. Gao Yan buried her head in the pillow, only whimpering, as if someone was choking her. Having had his fill of groping the woman, Director Wu looked up, still savoring the wet patch he'd licked, and panted, said to the woman, "Don't just lie there and whine, hurry up and lick it for me... You've licked him too, haven't you..."
He then leaned towards the woman.
Gao Yan propped herself up, her face flushed with lust, and said softly, "He's not like you... He just shoves it straight into people's mouths..."
She then gently licked the man's penis a few times, before laboriously swallowing it little by little. Director Wu watched as his penis was swallowed by the bright red lips, and let out a long, satisfied moan. He pressed rhythmically on the woman's head with one hand, panting, "Did he ejaculate in your mouth?"
Gao Yan, still mouthing, raised her alluring eyes to stare at him. After a long pause, she spat out what was in her mouth, her voice trembling, "He ejaculated all over my body..."
"Damn it, Shang Rong is really lucky with women... that Lin Zihui... when will I be able to..."
Director Wu muttered to himself, squinting.
"Lin Zihui isn't like me... if you dare... be careful he doesn't..."
Gao Yan said, swallowing the thing back into her mouth and biting it with her teeth.
Director Wu hissed in shock, slapped the woman's white buttocks hard, and then, amidst Gao Yan's pained cry, rushed into her back door…
Meanwhile, in a bedroom upstairs at Fatty Wang Shili's house, Shang Rong, driven nearly mad by alcohol and Xiuju's allure, tossed and turned, his mind constantly replaying Xiuju's full, round buttocks. He seemed to see her phoenix eyes silently beckoning him with tender affection.
Shang Rong crept out of bed, his heart pounding, but he didn't know what he wanted to do; he only felt incredibly excited.
The hallway was quiet until soon the heavy snoring of Fatty Wang Shili could be heard downstairs. Shang Rong, barefoot and wearing only underwear, stealthily slipped downstairs. Fatty Wang Shili was covered with a thin towel, snoring loudly, seemingly unmoved even by the collapse of the sky.
Shang Rong felt a surge of joy, followed by a rapid throbbing in his chest. He tiptoed upstairs. There were three bedrooms upstairs; he slept in the outermost one, and there were two more inside. Which bedroom was Xiu Ju in? Shang Rong cautiously pushed open the door to one of the bedrooms. It was dark inside. After a while, he could see a small bed with some children's toys on it. It was the fat man's daughter's bedroom. He gently closed the door and went to the innermost bedroom. The door was tightly closed, and he couldn't tell if it was locked. Shang Rong pressed his ear to the door and listened for a while, but there was no sound.
At this moment, Shang Rong's heart was pounding with tension. In his drunken haze, he was acutely aware of what he was about to do, without considering the consequences. It was as if this was all a pre-arranged adventure game, designed to provide thrills. He imagined what Xiu Ju would look like sleeping soundly in the bed. Was she wearing pajamas? What kind of underwear? If she took off her pants, would her buttocks still be so round? Good heavens! Could she be sleeping naked like Zi Hui?
A surge of intense curiosity and a burning impulse compelled him to place a hand on the doorknob, then gently push open the door a crack with a click. Good heavens! She really didn't lock the door? Was she waiting for Wang Shili? Or for him? Dream on! But normally she wouldn't lock the door, would she leave it unlocked with a stranger sleeping there? Would Zi Hui and Yan Yan lock the door? Zi Hui, that little vixen, was hard to say, Yan Yan would definitely lock it, and Gao Yan probably wouldn't even close the door…
While Shang Rong was lost in thought, a soft moan seemed to come from the bedroom…

Chapter 96 Shifting Flowers and Grafting Trees (Supplement)
While Shang Rong was lost in thought, a soft moan seemed to come from the bedroom, a sound indescribably charming and alluring, a sound only Yan Yan had ever made in her sleep. Shang Rong, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, peered through the crack in the door, but unfortunately, he could only see the dressing table, not the bed. So he pushed the door open a little more, and this time he could see a corner of the bed. The wall lamp was on in the room, and Shang Rong saw what appeared to be a pair of legs spread apart at the foot of the bed. To see who the legs belonged to, he gradually widened the crack in the door, and Shang Rong's gaze moved upward little by little. As the crack widened, the outline of legs, thighs, and buttocks appeared in Shang Rong's vision. Finally, when the entire outline of the person on the bed came into view, half of Shang Rong's body had already squeezed into the room, leaving only his legs and buttocks outside.
The wall lamps in the room emitted a soft pink glow, and the sheets on the bed were tinged with a faint red. However, the figure lying on her side in the center of the bed was indistinct; it was clearly a woman, as men didn't have such soft, undulating curves. The pile of black hair on the pillow contrasted sharply with the surrounding colors. She had let her hair down; when she drank, it was tied up. A woman's hair tied up is to appear dignified to a man; letting it down signifies readiness for wantonness. Was this how Xiuju waited for Fatty in bed every day? Perhaps she wasn't asleep, just pretending, waiting for Fatty to sneak in and stage a rape scene. Thinking of the erotic scenes Fatty had described, Shang Rong could no longer resist. She slipped into the bedroom and quietly closed the door.
Now he could finally see clearly. Dark clouds piled up beside her hair, reflecting on her beautiful face, a mixture of joy and sorrow, coquettishness and reproach. A hint of a smile seemed about to bloom at the corners of her lips, making Shang Rong think the woman wasn't truly asleep. After a jolt of his heart, he calmed himself only after hearing her even breathing. Shang Rong bent down and shakily reached out a hand, gently stroking her hair a few times. He murmured, "Sleep, my darling. Feel my admiration for you in your dreams. I wonder what role you'd play for me in your dreams..."
With that thought, Shang Rong boldly shifted his position onto the bed. His intention was to sit on the bed and properly admire the beauty's reclining figure, but the bed was too soft and lacked elasticity. As soon as Shang Rong sat down, he sank in, losing his balance and falling onto the bed. Xiuju's body naturally rolled over and pressed against him.
Shang Rong's heart seemed to stop beating; he stood frozen on the bed, motionless. Just then, he heard the woman beside him mumble something, as if blaming his recklessness, or perhaps it was a whisper in her sleep. A moment later, Shang Rong felt waves of heat emanating from Xiu Ju's body. He gently moved his leg, the spot he touched feeling slippery. Looking up slightly, he almost gasped. The thin blanket covering the woman had been removed as she rolled over, and her pale pink legs were pressed against his. Her tank top had ridden up to her waist, and below her abdomen, a pair of indistinct-colored panties tightly hugged her private parts. Shang Rong only stared for a moment before his manhood, which had been limp from the shock, instantly hardened, pressing against the woman's bare waist.
With another moan from Xiu Ju in her sleep, Shang Rong casually turned off the wall lamp. This was merely a psychological trick; he hoped that if Xiu Ju woke up, she would mistake him for Fatty.
In the darkened bedroom, it was almost impossible to see anything, and Xiu Ju became a blurry outline on the bed. The darkness seemed to embolden Shang Rong. He carefully removed Xiu Ju's underwear, then gently positioned her face up in a sleeping position. He pulled his own underwear down to his lap and groped his way between her legs. Excited, Shang Rong was breathing heavily, but he braced himself on either side of her body to avoid crushing her. The only part he could move freely was his buttocks. As he moved forward, her thighs rested against his waist, warm and smooth as jade.
Finally, with years of experience, Shang Rong felt his member touch Xiu Ju's most sensitive spot. Incredibly, it was like a peach orchard after the rain, with flowing water and swirling mist. He greedily explored the area around the orchard, while looking down to observe Xiu Ju's expression. She was breathing heavily through her slightly parted lips, her breath carrying the aroma of wine. Was she really awake? The question resurfaced in Shang Rong's mind: if she was faking sleep… Shang Rong suddenly became uncontrollably excited, her buttocks swaying a little too much. A surge of heat from her lower body caused that hard object to plunge into a deep, muddy mass. Shang Rong tilted her head back, straightened her neck, and opened her mouth wide, desperately trying to control the sound that was about to escape her lips. Her buttocks thrust forward uncontrollably, completely taking over the home that Xiu Ju had guarded solely for Fatty.
Just then, Xiu Ju let out a soft "Ah!", her head shaking on the pillow, her long hair obscuring half her face. Then, a faint moan escaped her lips, intermittent and faint, like the unconscious cries of a critically ill patient. Shang Rong's lower body was pressed tightly against Xiu Ju's, feeling the unusual throbbing deep within the woman. Because he dared not press down on Xiu Ju, he supported himself with his hands, sweat dripping from his face, falling onto Xiu Ju's half-exposed breasts, where a glistening patch of moisture seemed to be visible.
I finally slept with Fatty's wife! For so many years, this desire hadn't faded; instead, it had grown stronger with the passing years. Today, my wish finally came true. Oh! Xiuju, I finally slept with you. Shang Rong tilted his head back, like a crouching frog, processing the sudden surge of lust in his mind. If he were to lower his head even slightly, he would see Xiuju's eyes fixed on him, gleaming with a captivating light in the darkness.
The buttocks beneath him began to wiggle rhythmically. At first, Shang Rong thought it was him moving, but when he realized what was happening, two slender, jade-like legs were already wrapped around his waist, and a pair of hands, like vines, reached up and coiled around his neck. With a slight exertion, his arms, which were supporting his body, went weak, and his massive body pressed down on the sweaty, fragrant body beneath him. He heard hot, murmured words in his ear: "You bad guy... you won't let me sleep... oh... are you going to sleep like this, inside me...?"
Then the buttocks pressed against him began to rise and fall, accompanied by
moans of "ah ah..." Shang Rong could hardly believe his eyes. If it weren't for the waves of hot, tingling sensation emanating from below, he would have wondered if he was dreaming.
Without further hesitation, Shang Rong pulled the pink arms off his neck, knelt up, and curled Xiu Ju's legs up in front of her chest to block her view. Then he began to sway his buttocks back and forth.
In a short while, the sound of flowing water came from below, and the suppressed sobs were like lamentations, interspersed with a few meaningful words. "Oh...bad man...hurry up...finish..."
Finally, with a few vigorous thrusts from the man, the woman cried out "I'm dead, I'm dead" several times before truly dying, her limbs limp on the bed, her white body gleaming wetly.
Shang Rong, dragging his tired body after the intense exercise, reluctantly climbed off the woman's bed. How he longed to hold that body that had been bathed in his affections and sleep soundly, but he knew in his heart that this was not his doghouse. This bed already had an owner; he would only occasionally make an appearance when the owner was away. With this thought, he opened the bedroom door with satisfaction. He was as careful as when he came in, and when closing the door, first his buttocks came out, then his body, and by the time his head was out, the bedroom door was back to normal. But when he turned around, he was shocked to find the owner of the room standing in the doorway, staring at him as if he were an alien. The owner had come to relieve him. This was Shang Rong's last thought before he passed out.

Chapter 97 Returning the Favor
"Damn it! That fatso really went for it."
Shang Rong lay on the sofa in his living room, one hand covering his swollen lips, cursing Wang Shili in the most vicious language in his heart. What a bastard! Taking advantage of my weakness afterward, he actually launched a surprise attack and knocked me unconscious? Normally, even the two of you fatsoes wouldn't be a match for me. However, considering that you admit your mistake and can correct it, and for Xiuju's sake, I won't hold it against you.
Shang Rong lay there cursing the fat man. Although he only suffered some physical injuries, he was still psychologically hurt, and his heart felt desolate. But when he thought of what the fat man and the fat man said in the car when he brought him back last night, he felt a strange excitement.
It turned out that last night, in a fit of rage, the fat man used all his strength to deliver a right hook to the man who had just gotten up from his wife, knocking him to the ground. The man lay motionless on the floor for a while, and the fat man panicked, quickly dragging him downstairs and dousing him with two basins of ice water to revive him. The two men sat on the sofa, glaring at each other menacingly. The fat man was hissing and panting, while Shang Rong seemed completely unfazed.
Once the fat man had caught his breath a little, Shang Rong shamelessly asked the fat man to drive him home. The fat man stared at him in bewilderment for a moment, then surprisingly agreed.
Neither of them spoke in the car. As they approached Shang Rong's place, the fat man slammed on the brakes, angrily shouting, "No way! I'm going to fuck your wife too..."
Shang Rong, clutching his cheek, stared at the fat man in astonishment, unable to believe those words came from his mouth. He pointed at the fat man and said, "You fucking hit me, so this is even. Don't mention it again..."
The fat man yelled, "Hit you? I'll let you hit me too, anyway, I'm going to fuck your wife..."
Shang Rong hissed, taking a deep breath. Seeing the fat man's serious expression, he knew this guy was stubborn. So, with a roguish smile, he said, "Too bad! I don't have a wife."
The fat man was taken aback by Shang Rong's words. This guy really didn't have a wife, but he had a bunch of women. Which one was he going to fuck? After thinking for a while, the fat man argued, "Zihui used to be your wife, so I slept with her..."
Shang Rong hissed involuntarily, wanting to get angry but unable to. After all, he had slept with the other man's wife first, and now the fat man wanted to sleep with Zihui, which was fair in principle. But Zihui was his lifeblood, how could he let an outsider touch her? Seeing the fat man's combative rooster-like expression, Shang Rong lit a cigarette, preparing to slowly work on the fat man's mindset.
“Fatty, tonight’s troubles are all caused by alcohol. I still remember the saying, ‘One shouldn’t covet a friend’s wife.’”
Shang Rong hadn’t finished speaking when Fatty interrupted him angrily, “What do you mean, ‘One shouldn’t covet a friend’s wife’? You’re clearly being rude to your friend’s wife…”
Shang Rong waved his hand at Fatty, suppressing a smile, and said, “It’s too late to say anything now, but luckily Xiuju doesn’t know it was me. She still thinks you’re the one who did it to him…”
He hesitated for a moment and then continued, “If you’re interested in Gao Yan… I…”
Fatty spat on the ground and said disdainfully, “I wouldn’t even take that piece of junk for free…”
Seeing that Fatty was really going to take him seriously, Shang Rong threw his cigarette butt out the window and started acting like a rogue, saying sharply, “What? You’re getting cocky now? So what if I sleep with your wife? At worst, we can go our separate ways… Now that things are like this… you decide what to do… Zi Hui?”
Shang Rong hummed a few times before saying, “Don’t even think about it!”
Fatty exclaimed in surprise, not expecting him to be reasonable. He was stunned and speechless for a moment, just sitting there panting.
Seeing that he had subdued the fat man, Shang Rong breathed a sigh of relief and said earnestly, "Don't you think about it? Zi Hui is your boss. If you sleep with her, how will you work together in the future? Besides, you know Zi Hui well. If you can get her, that's quite an achievement."
The fat man sat there pondering to himself. What he said wasn't wrong. Without his help, he wouldn't even be able to touch Zi Hui. Then he went through Shang Rong's other women in his mind. Zhang Yan was certainly a good choice, but unfortunately, she was missing. Qiao Fei was too young. Only that beast Shang Rong could bring himself to do it; he couldn't. As for Qi Xiaoya... well, he had to regain his composure. Gao Yan it is... "Then how can I get Gao Yan... you have to arrange it..."
the fat man said, like a defeated rooster.
Shang Rong chuckled coldly, "That depends on your skills... Did you willingly put Xiuju in my arms? Everything depends on your own efforts..."
The fat man was still quite drunk, so he didn't know how to refute Shang Rong's words and hurriedly said, "According to you, you're saying my wife is for you to play with for free?"
Shang Rong laughed, "What are you talking about? I'm loyal. Since you're willing, I'll naturally find you an opportunity... But there's a condition..."
Upon hearing that there was a condition, the fat man glared at Shang Rong, waiting for him to continue. "I want to see the tricks you and Xiuju play..."
Seeing the fat man's face turn angry again, he hurriedly added, "Of course, I don't need to be there in person. You can secretly record it and show it to me... You don't know, you've definitely never experienced Gao Yan's prowess... And the rest too..."
The fat man didn't say anything, his face showing a longing expression, which made Shang Rong secretly smile. Before parting, the fat man asked suspiciously, "Do you really think Xiuju didn't know it was you tonight..."
Shang Rong wasn't sure if Xiuju truly mistook him for the fat man. Could she really not recognize the man she'd slept with for ten years? It seemed the only way to solve this mystery was to find an opportunity to talk to Xiuju. After
seeing the fat man off, he returned home in the early hours of the morning. Shang Rong didn't disturb the woman, went into his bedroom, locked the door, and fell asleep
. When Zi Hui knocked on the door in the morning, Shang Rong didn't even open it, afraid she'd see his disheveled appearance. Just as Shang Rong lay on the sofa, filled with anxiety, the doorbell rang.

Chapter 98 The Enemy's Wife
Today was Sunday. The nanny, Aunt Yang, had taken the day off, and Zi Hui had left early. She was currently the busiest person in the house. Shang Rong and Jie Liu basically made love in bed. As for Qiao Fei, she spent all her time in Xiao Ya's new room, either helping Xiao Ya decorate or whispering private things with her, making even Zi Hui jealous. So, only the injured man, recuperating on the sofa, and Xiaolin, doing her homework upstairs, remained in the large house.
It wasn't until the doorbell rang for the seventh time that Shang Rong lazily got up from the sofa. Who could it be? Didn't he have a key? Upon opening the door, Shang Rong's eyes were immediately fixed on the person who entered.
"Mr. Shang is home! I'm here to tutor Xiaolin."
The person was Zhou Xiaolian, the ex-wife of Zhao Qidong, the former deputy branch manager who had seduced Zi Hui, and Xiaolin's homeroom teacher.
"Oh, it's Teacher Zhou, please come in!"
Shang Rong gestured for the woman to enter, while his lecherous eyes swept over Zhou Xiaolian several times. He thought to himself, "What a coincidence! I never expected the wife of the man who cheated on my son to come to my door. When will this cycle of revenge end? But how can I not avenge the murder of my father and the theft of my wife?"
"What? Mr. Shang doesn't recognize me? You were in my office last time,"
Zhou Xiaolian said awkwardly, noticing the man's eyes fixed on her.
"How could I not recognize you? It's just that I've been too busy lately and haven't had time for you, this piece of meat. And now, just as I've had a moment's peace, you've delivered yourself to my mouth." Shang Rong's strange grin left Zhou Xiaolian bewildered. She thought, "Is this guy crazy? He looks at people like someone with dementia." "Oh! What happened to Mr. Shang's mouth? It's so swollen."
Shang Rong snapped out of his reverie, chuckled dryly, and without a word, led Zhou Xiaolian to the sofa. Then, he called loudly upstairs, "Xiaolin, come down quickly, your teacher is here."
A moment later, footsteps sounded, and a little girl skipped downstairs, affectionately taking Zhou Xiaolian's hand and saying, "Teacher, let's go to my room."
Zhou Xiaolian acted as if she were in her own home, familiarly going upstairs with the girl, leaving Shang Rong standing dumbfounded in the living room. She vaguely heard the girl say, "His mouth was swollen from insect bites..."
followed by laughter.
Damn it! Shang Rong cursed viciously, though it was unclear whether he was cursing Zhou Xiaolian or Li Xiaolin. He continued to lie on the sofa to recover, but a hidden corner of his heart was reopened with Zhou Xiaolian's appearance. He immediately remembered the photos hidden in the bedroom, and images of Zi Hui in those photos, indecent and shameful poses, appeared before his eyes.
If Zhao Qidong's seduction of Zi Hui was merely a concept in Shang Rong's mind, then the photographs provided concrete, emotional evidence, making the incident more tangible and the psychological humiliation more intense. Of course, Shang Rong still held a somewhat fatalistic view: if others defile my wife, I'll defile someone else's. And so, last night he unwittingly slept with Fatty's wife. Alas! Fatty was innocent; he was bewitched by Xiuju. But Zhou Xiaolian was different. In Shang Rong's subconscious, sleeping with Zhou Xiaolian was a matter of course, a righteous act, otherwise he would be betraying Zi Hui, and even more so, himself. It was a pity that Zhao Qidong, that bastard, and Zhou Xiaolian had divorced.
Thinking of Zhou Xiaolian's dignified teacher-like demeanor, Shang Rong felt a surge of anger. What a pretentious act! He wouldn't be satisfied until he turned her into a slut. Thinking of this, Shang Rong quickly got up and tiptoed upstairs. He listened at Xiaolin's door for a while before going into his own bedroom.
Half an hour later, Shang Rong came down to the living room and lay on the sofa, pretending to sleep, calmly waiting for his prey to appear.
Qi Xiaoya was a fashion-conscious girl. Although Shang Rong had already helped her decorate the house, Xiaoya complained that the man had no artistic sense and had made a nice room look tacky. So she had to slowly revamp the vulgar traces left by the man herself. With Qiao Fei's enthusiastic help, it took more than half a month to finally finish tidying up the house inside and out.
"Xiaoya, if Big Brother and Sister Zihui saw the room now, they would definitely be shocked."
Qiao Fei sat on the living room floor, fiddling with a huge Barbie doll.
Xiaoya poked her head out of the bedroom and said, "I just want him to see that he actually had the nerve to say the room was decorated the other day. Can you even call that a decoration? Humph!"
"Hey! Xiaoya, when are you planning to celebrate your housewarming?"
Qiao Fei asked.
Xiaoya tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying, "There's nothing to celebrate, I just wanted to invite them over for a meal. Of course, the main reason is to thank you, my great hero."
Qiao Fei laughed, "Who believes your sweet talk? You! It's all for him..."
Before Qiao Fei could finish, Xiaoya pounced on her and covered her mouth, and the two girls wrestled and giggled on the floor.
They finally sat up, panting, after playing until they were exhausted. "Ugh, you're all sweaty..."
Qiao Fei complained.
Xiaoya laughed, "Perfect timing to try out my new shower."
Then she asked, "Fei'er, you said I spent so much money, will he...will he blame me?"
Qiao Fei hesitated for a moment and said, "Why didn't you ask him before? What's the use of worrying now?"
Xiaoya blushed and said, "Actually, I'm not worried about him...I'm worried that Sister Zihui will blame me..."
Seeing the girl's shy appearance, Qiao Fei teased, "So you're afraid of her!"
Then she continued mysteriously, "Come here, I'll teach you a method, I guarantee Sister Zihui won't blame you, and will even treat you well...Come here."
Xiaoya half-believing and half-doubting, she leaned in and listened. After Qiao Fei finished speaking into her ear, Xiaoya's face turned as red as a cloth. She pounced on Qiao Fei and pinned her down, pinching her mouth with one hand. "You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth...I don't have that kind of hobby of yours..."
Just then, before she knew it, Qiao Fei grabbed her waist and flipped her over, pinning her down. Qiao Fei, panting, said, "Fine! You dare laugh at me? I'll take care of you for Sister Zi Hui now."
With that, she began kneading Xiao Ya's breasts with one hand, causing Xiao Ya to moan and cry out. Her body was too weak to resist, and she could only threaten, "Let go... If you dare do that... I... I'll tell him..."
Qiao Fei, hearing this, seemed to have some reservations and stopped, turning over to lie down next to Xiao Ya. In an instant, both girls' cheeks were flushed, and they spoke sweetly.
After catching her breath, Xiaoya turned to look at Qiaofei beside her and asked in a low voice, "Fei'er, was it really... really comfortable for you and Sister Zihui like that..."
Qiaofei felt embarrassed and turned her back to Xiaoya without saying a word. Xiaoya thought Qiaofei was angry, so she moved closer to her and said coquettishly, "Good sister! I was just asking casually, it's not like..."
Qiaofei was happy to hear the girl call her sister, so she turned around and hugged the girl tightly and said in a low voice, "I'm not blaming you, I just feel uncomfortable... Actually, when I was with Sister Zihui, I wasn't... touched by any man, I just felt that it was good with Sister Zihui..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was too embarrassed to lift her head. Xiaoya, however, was intrigued and, suppressing her shyness, asked, "So you've already... you know... with him... who do you think is better...?"
Qiao Fei looked up and gave the girl a reproachful look, then squinted and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman... as long as it's someone you truly like... that's fine..."
Xiaoya remained silent for a long time, thinking to herself: That time when he touched my body, although I was shy, it felt really good... Could it be that I really like him? Actually, she had liked him for a long time, but... he was too bad, so bad that it worried her...
Qiao Fei saw that the girl was only stunned after hearing her words, so she pinched her waist and said, "Little thing, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about him again..."
Xiao Ya ignored Qiao Fei's teasing and stared at her, saying, "Then do you like me?"
Qiao Fei was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting the girl to ask this question, and then said, "Of course I like you!"
Xiao Ya reached out and hugged Qiao Fei, looking into her eyes and said, "I like you too... kiss me... let me feel it..."
The two girls hummed and cuddled for an entire afternoon, until the sun set, and the afterglow shone through the thin window curtains onto their two disheveled bodies, filling the whole room with a romantic atmosphere. If Shang Rong had seen this scene, he would have exclaimed his favorite phrase, "God..."

Chapter 99 The Enemy's Wife (Supplement)
Just as Shang Rong was wandering between reality and fantasy in a daze, footsteps and Xiao Lin's voice came from the stairs. Shang Rong slapped himself awake, stood up, and greeted Zhou Xiaolian coming downstairs, saying, "Finished with tutoring? Thank you so much, Teacher Zhou."
Zhou Xiaolian smiled, "Don't mention it, Zi Hui and I are good friends."
Shang Rong was taken aback. When did this little vixen Zi Hui become friends with Zhou Xiaolian? He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should carry out his previous plan. But when he saw Zhou Xiaolian's fair face and the slight trembling of her breasts beneath her thin dress as she walked downstairs, he didn't care anymore. "Teacher Zhou, please wait a moment. I have something I'd like to show you and hear your opinion."
He then glanced at Xiaolin. Xiaolin said, "Teacher Zhou, you talk to my brother, I'm going out to play for a while."
Zhou Xiaolian saw Shang Rong's serious expression, as if it concerned Xiaolin. Had this girl caused trouble again? Seeing the man go upstairs, Zhou Xiaolian naturally followed behind.
Shang Rong arrived at his bedroom. He opened the door and let Zhou Xiaolian in first, then followed him in and locked the door behind him. Zhou Xiaolian was startled to see she had entered a bedroom. Seeing the man lock the door, she sensed something was wrong and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Shang, what are you showing me?"
Shang Rong didn't answer, but simply pointed to the bed. Zhou Xiaolian followed his gesture and saw rows of photos neatly arranged on the bed, but she couldn't make out the contents. She involuntarily walked to the bedside, bent down, and examined them closely. For a moment, she felt her blood freeze. Many thoughts raced through her mind, but she couldn't understand what these photos had to do with her, or why the man wanted her to see them. Of course, she knew the people in the photos very well, but she never dreamed she would have taken such pictures.
Zhou Xiaolian was about to turn around and confront the man, but it was too late. While she was engrossed in looking at the photos, the man was already standing behind her, almost pressed against her back, a long-lost masculine scent instantly enveloping her. Just as she was at a loss, the man's hands had already climbed onto her chest. With a scream, the sound of tearing fabric filled the air. The dress Zhou Xiaolian had been wearing just seconds before was now two pieces of cloth on the floor. Due to the excessive force, a bra strap had snapped, exposing her breasts to the air.
Rape! The word had barely flashed through Zhou Xiaolian's mind when, with a second scream, her panties flew to the other side of the bed. The naked female teacher was completely overwhelmed, so much so that she didn't instinctively try to protect her private parts. Of course, she didn't have time, because then her petite body flew up, landing as if on top of the pile of photos on the bed, arms outstretched, legs wide open, revealing her slightly reddish lips. Zhou Xiaolian watched in terror as the man left the bed, pressed something on the dressing table, and magically, the room flashed with silver light accompanied by clicking sounds.
He was taking pictures of me? My God! He photographed my naked body! What did he want to do? Why was this happening? Zhou Xiaolian's mind was in turmoil and fear. Although no one was holding her limbs, she lay there sprawled out, unable to move.
Perhaps a long time passed, perhaps only a moment, but Zhou Xiaolian saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed, in front of her naked body, looking down at her, a wicked, eerie smile on his face.
Ah! Zhou Xiaolian screamed for the third time that day, struggling to sit up, but the man's large hand gripped her neck, forcing her to lie back down. Only then did tears of humiliation stream down Zhou Xiaolian's
face. "These photos of you underneath were taken by your ex-husband for my wife. To express my gratitude, I'm taking pictures of you today. A fair exchange, I suppose."
He then released his grip on her neck and stood up.
Zhou Xiaolian quickly sat up, crawled into bed, curled up, and began to cry silently. Shang Rong stood there, carefully examining the woman's overly pale body; her skin was almost transparent, and the deep blue veins beneath her skin were clearly visible on her breasts.
"Of course, your husband didn't just take pictures of my wife; he also slept with her. Logically, I should sleep with you now, but I'm a bit tired today, so I'll save it for next time. Since you and Zhao Qidong are divorced, why not just be my woman?"
After saying this, he got up and walked towards the door, but turned back at the door and said, "Oh, by the way, there are Zi Hui's clothes in that closet. Pick one that fits you. From now on, Zi Hui's clothes are yours. Aren't you good friends?"
After saying this, he waved to the woman and left as naturally as if he were saying goodbye to his wife.

Chapter 100 Housewarming Celebration
When the leaves on both sides of the street, which had been green all summer, grew tired, autumn suddenly arrived. Shang Rong lived a very comfortable life during the late summer and early autumn. Since Qi Shundong was stripped of his leadership of the Zheng Gang case by Zhang Aijun, Shang Rong seemed much more relaxed, swaggering through the streets every day without fear of being followed. The "Shooting the Wolf" case, too, seemed to be generating a lot of noise but yielding little result, drifting further and further away from him. Under these circumstances, Shang Rong began to consider using Zhang Aijun's connections to bring Zhang Yan back to his side, though he needed a suitable pretext. Meanwhile, the work with Chen Xiaohan, the financial expert from Shanghai, had made progress; in just over two months, he had brought his 80 million yuan into the open. In Shanghai, Sun Xiaoning had already preliminarily identified a shell company for him, waiting for him to go and negotiate; soon, he would own a listed company.
Of course, things weren't all smooth sailing. For example, Zheng Gang was like a heavy stone, constantly weighing on his mind. At the same time, his instincts told him that although Qi Shundong was no longer in charge of Zheng Gang's case, his eyes had never left him, and he might stab him in the back at any moment. Regardless, this was a rare buffer period, providing him with a chance to catch his breath and time to carefully consider and plan his next move.
That morning, he and Zhang Ming spent several hours in the office plotting, mainly focusing on Zheng Gang's whereabouts. Before Zhang Ming's men had any news about the woman, Shang Rong didn't want to act rashly, as that might attract Qi Shundong's attention. Furthermore, he repeatedly warned Zhang Ming not to let Lu Feng release any information about She Tianlang. To facilitate action after finding clues about Zheng Gang, Shang Rong asked Zhang Ming to find a few more people, but they couldn't be allowed to appear at the entertainment center.
After leaving Zhang Ming's office, Shang Rong intended to talk to Yang Jun about the entertainment center and hotel, but when he checked his watch, it was already past 5 PM. He suddenly remembered that tonight was Xiao Ya's housewarming party, and he hadn't even bought a gift yet. So he drove to a nearby shopping mall. Looking at the dazzling array of goods in the display cases, he was momentarily at a loss for what to buy. Besides, Zi Hui and Qiao Fei were both going to Xiao Ya's place that evening, and it seemed a bit unfair to only buy a gift for Xiao Ya. Although it was Xiao Ya's turn to host, he hadn't usually bought Zi Hui any gifts . Perhaps Gao Yan would also be going, and Xiao Ya had probably treated her as well
. Thinking this, Shang Rong decided to prepare a gift for each of them, to make his women happy. Half an hour later, Shang Rong bought Zi Hui a handbag costing over 8,000 yuan. He forgot the brand the salesperson told him less than a minute later. He bought Qiao Fei a new mobile phone costing over 3,000 yuan; and for Xiao Ya, a unique brooch with a small diamond costing over 5,000 yuan; of course, he didn't forget Gao Yan, buying her a mutton-fat jade bracelet costing 13,000 yuan. After buying these things, he left the mall and went straight to Xiao Ya's house, which was actually his old doghouse.
Before even reaching the door, the boisterous laughter of the women inside reached his ears. As the saying goes, three women make a drama, let alone four. Shang Rong suddenly recalled a hexagram in the Book of Changes that foretells misfortune for a woman's laughter. He stopped abruptly at the door. Now, including the two in Beijing, he had six women. How many of these six would truly stand by him through thick and thin? Besides, he only knew how to expand his harem, but he had no expertise in managing it. It seemed he needed to study this aspect further. Throughout history, many women had achieved great things, but countless heroes had fallen at the hands of beautiful women. That's why they say heroes are often short-lived, their hearts heavy with love.
Shang Rong had the key Xiao Ya had given him in his pocket, but he still knocked a few times.
Qiao Fei opened the door, blushing before she even spoke. Shang Rong thought the girl must be remembering the scene last night when he had taken advantage of her and her sister Zi Hui in bed. Qiao Fei remained silent, but Zi Hui's voice came from the kitchen. "Is our VIP guest here tonight? Xiaoya, as the host, aren't you going out to give them a proper welcome?"
Xiaoya's voice came from the kitchen. "Ugh, this is his house anyway..."
She quickly realized her mistake and corrected herself, "It's your house anyway..."
Zihui burst into laughter.
Shang Rong entered, changed into the slippers Qiao Fei had brought, chuckled awkwardly, and saw Gao Yan sitting on the sofa eating fruit. She stood up when he entered, and somewhat awkwardly greeted him, "President Shang."
Shang Rong instantly felt a distance between himself and this woman. He sighed inwardly and politely said, "Sit down..."
Then he went to the kitchen, where Xiaoya and Zihui were busy at work. He thought to himself, "It seems Xiaoya, like Zihui, is a woman who knows how to manage a household." Outside, there were two cats: one was a canary, suitable for keeping in a cage for decoration, and the other was a Persian cat with sharp claws and teeth. As long as you went along with her temper, you'd be fine; otherwise, she might bite you.
Seeing the two of them busy at work, Shang Rong laughed and said, "Xiao Ya, your sister Zi Hui is the honored guest today. Why did you drag her into the kitchen?"
Xiao Ya complained, "I didn't... Sister Zi Hui asked for it herself..."
Shang Rong glanced at Xiao Ya's face, flushed from the heat, then at Zi Hui's sly smile, and thought to himself, "Oh no! This little vixen Zi Hui is trying to steal my wife.
" "How did I become a VIP? Haven't I stayed here before?"
Zi Hui stared at the man and said.
Shang Rong laughed, "Look, the three people in this house are all your subordinates. What am I? To put it nicely, I'm an ordinary citizen; to put it bluntly, I'm a social misfit. If Xiao Ya insists on designating a VIP tonight, only you can do it. If you insist on elevating my status, then I'll temporarily act as a VIP's family member."
After Shang Rong finished speaking, the women all laughed. Zi Hui came over and pushed him, saying, "Stop joking around here, hurry up and go admire Xiao Ya's design talent."
Xiao Ya snorted and said to Zi Hui, "Look, he's been in here for so long, and he hasn't noticed any changes in the room..."
Zi Hui laughed, "Sister, you can't blame him... " "He, he's a cow..."
Xiaoya looked at Zihui, then at Shangrong, seemingly not understanding what Zihui had just said. Qiaofei then loudly recited a poem, her voice rising and falling in cadence: "The grassland is full of flowers, but for a cow, its eyes are only for feed..."
Shangrong then realized he'd been tricked by the two women. He rushed out of the kitchen, deliberately saying fiercely, "I only saw you, this feed, and now I'm going to eat you."
He then pounced on Qiaofei, who screamed and ran into the bedroom. The man who followed immediately grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. Their lips were pressed tightly together, kissing until the girl was breathless before he released her. Qiaofei twisted in the man's arms, cooing, "So much feed, and you only bully me..."
Shangrong kneaded the girl's soft buttocks with both hands, saying, "Who told you to be so eye-catching, of course I'd eat you first..."
Then he whispered in the girl's ear, "Was last night comfortable? You held on here all night without letting go..."
He then guided one of the girl's hands to his crotch.
Qiao Fei let out a soft moan, too shy to look up, but her small hand didn't move away, seemingly caressing the man. Just then, Zi Hui called from the living room, "The feast is ready!"
Qiao Fei pushed Shang Rong aside, opened the door, and slipped into the bathroom.
Once everyone was seated around the table, the four women's eyes were all fixed on Shang Rong, as if waiting for him to announce the start of the meeting. Shang Rong scanned each woman's face, and inwardly sighed: In this city, what man could simultaneously dine with four celestial women, and not only dine with them, but also enjoy their company in bed? Heaven is truly merciful. In a few days, I must find time to visit that temple and pray to Buddha for protection, to ensure that I, Shang Rong, enjoy peace and tranquility for the rest of my life. Last time, Xiaoyu was offered to Buddha; next time, it should be Xiaoya's turn. Of all these women, only Xiaoya is qualified to be offered to Buddha. Shang Rong is never stingy when offering women to Buddha; only after Buddha has finished is it possible for a mortal like me to have a chance.
The women were all puzzled by the man's solemn expression, especially Xiaoya, whose face flushed when she saw him staring intently at her. She thought to herself, "Can't you be a little more discreet? Staring at me like that in front of everyone…" If Xiaoya knew what the man was thinking, she wondered what she would think.
"Hey! I'm waiting for you to speak. What are you thinking about?"
Zihui pinched the man's arm.
Shang Rong looked around and said, "What are you saying? Xiao Ya is hosting today, and I'm the guest... If you want to say something, just say it yourself."
Zi Hui laughed and scolded, "Nonsense. Xiao Ya, just give us an opening speech."
Qiao Fei also joined in the fun, "Xiao Ya, hurry up, I'm so hungry..."
Xiao Ya glanced at Shang Rong, picked up the wine in front of her, stood up and said, "I invited all the sisters and Brother Shang... today to express my gratitude for your care and help at work. I'll toast you all first."
Without waiting for anyone to speak, she downed her glass of wine.
Shang Rong also picked up his glass and said, "Come on, actually, Xiao Ya just wanted everyone to get together. I looked at the room's decorations, and we should all learn from Xiao Ya in this regard. Let's consider this a toast to Xiao Ya."
After saying this incoherent thing, Shang Rong also drank his wine.
Zi Hui watched the man finish his drink and said to Xiao Ya, "I dare not accept your thanks. Your older brother has been the biggest help to you. However, from now on, we are sisters. Let's drink this glass together."
Shang Rong thought to himself, "The power of the sisters cannot surpass that of the older brother. If all these women are under Zi Hui's control, I can't be the older brother anymore. It seems that I can be the older brother during the day, but at night I must be their master."
After drinking, Qiao Fei shouted, "Xiao Ya, you must toast me separately. My back and legs are still aching because of your house."
Zi Hui laughed, "Oh! Someone actually wants to take credit. Xiao Ya has called you 'sister' a few times. You're embarrassed to take credit for this little help."
Xiao Ya said, "That's right, who told you to be the older sister?"
Qiao Fei then shouted at Gao Yan, "Sister Yan, you be the judge. You were thanking me profusely just a few days ago, but now that someone is backing you up
, you're denying it."... Shang Rong was secretly delighted to see the women bickering. He suddenly remembered the gifts he had bought, so he waved his hand and said, "Stop for a moment, I have something nice for you."
The women, who had been chattering away, suddenly stopped talking when they heard the man speak and say he had something to give them.
Shang Rong went to the table and took out a bag, taking out all the gifts. He first handed a small box to Xiao Ya, then to Zi Hui, Gao Yan, and Qiao Fei in that order. The women were busy examining their gifts, exclaiming in admiration. Shang Rong quickly said, "I don't care if you like them or not, I searched the entire mall to find these."
The women put away their gifts and fell silent, seemingly touched, especially Gao Yan, who lowered her head and blushed. Finally, Zi Hui said softly, "It doesn't matter if you like them or not, the gift is your sentiment."
Then she turned to the others and said, "Let's all toast Brother Shang Rong to thank him for such a wonderful gift. This is the most expensive gift I've ever received in my life."
She then drank her drink.
The rest of them all drank theirs. Shang Rong said to Zi Hui in a reproachful tone, "How old are you? How can you say such things about your whole life? Let me tell you, you have a long way to go."
He then drank a cup of wine. For the first time tonight, Zi Hui didn't argue with him, but instead gave him a tender look. She only wanted to make him happy. So she said, "Why isn't the drinking atmosphere right now? Gao Yan has the highest alcohol
tolerance here. She's the drinking commander now. You're in charge of selling the wine; if you don't sell it all, you drink it yourself." Gao Yan, also wanting to dispel her self-pity, immediately chimed in, "Okay! No one's allowed to back out. I have a few drinking games here; let's play them later."
Shang Rong said casually, "Besides Gao Yan, no one here can compare to Yan Yan's alcohol tolerance. Yan Yan used to be the drinking commander..."
He sighed before finishing. Zi Hui knew that the man missed Zhang Yan. However, she also missed her quite a bit, but she didn't want to ruin the atmosphere at the table. So she scolded the man, "What? With so many sisters around, are you afraid we can't drink you out? Are you planning to
call Zhang Yan 'Grandma' again tonight...?" The people at the table had all heard the story of Shang Rong calling Zhang Yan 'Grandma,' so a few snickers broke out.
Qiao Fei, who had the lowest alcohol tolerance, unexpectedly raised her glass and said generously, "Today I'll risk my life to keep you company. I'll drink however you say, Big Brother."
Seeing the situation escalating like a hen crowing at dawn, Shang Rong was furious. He jumped up, threw his coat on the sofa, and shouted, "Today, we're drinking until we drop! Anyone who doesn't drink is a coward! I'll make you all call me 'Master'!"
In an instant, a cacophony of voices filled the air, sleeves fluttered, and drinking games raged—it was quite a scene…
The next morning, Shang Rong woke up from his hangover to find two people sleeping beside him. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Xiao Ya and Gao Yan. Judging from their fully clothed state, he could hardly be called a man last night. He staggered into the living room and was stunned by what he saw. On the large sofa, Zi Hui and Qiao Fei were both naked from the waist down, embracing each other and fast asleep. Shang Rong gave a wry smile. It seemed that only that little wench Zi Hui could be considered a man last night.

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