Rape of the mayor's wife

When I was in high school, I lived alone in the city government compound. I would say I was an introverted person back then. Seeing girls, especially pretty ones, would fill me with a strange panic; my face would turn red before I could even utter a word.

However, 18 years of suppressed desire left me with an irrepressible longing for mature, voluptuous women. I fantasized about conquering them with love. In parks, on the streets, in any public place, whenever I saw a woman with large breasts and a wide bottom, even though "moral propriety" held me back, I would still secretly peek at their private parts and white breasts from their occasional careless sitting posture or unbuttoned clothes. It gave me an unparalleled pleasure. My attention to her was purely accidental.

One day, I was walking home from school, following behind a young woman. She was a typical mature woman, with a large, round, and pert bottom that swayed slightly as she walked, very alluring. My eyes were completely drawn to her full, round buttocks. Suddenly, a pale green silk scarf fluttered down before my eyes, and I felt a captivating aura waft towards me. I instinctively caught the scarf and exclaimed, "Auntie, you dropped your scarf!"

Turning around, a beautiful face came into view. Her eyebrows were delicately arched, her nose exquisitely small, and her thin lips were sensual and glossy—noble and elegant. She wore a light gray business suit, her white blouse collar turned up, and her long, flowing hair cascaded neatly over her shoulders. Flesh-colored stockings encased her long, alluring legs, and she carried a delicate handbag. What a beautiful young woman!

The beautiful young woman nodded slightly to me, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. I was instantly flattered and overwhelmed; at that moment, I would gladly let myself be melted by her charm. Finally, she softly thanked me, took the green scarf, and turned to leave. Her voice was so sweet, so magnetic. At that moment, I felt my heart race, and my whole body seemed to convulse. I stared intently at her figure, watching her slowly disappear from my sight.

She walked with her feet slightly crossed, moving quickly, her head never glancing left or right, as if she were the only person in the world. Her arrogance instilled fear in me, her aura captivated me. At that moment, I dared not have any impure thoughts about her; in my eyes, she was simply a goddess.

Later, I learned that there was such a beautiful young woman in the compound, breathtakingly beautiful, and she had lived in the house opposite mine for a long time. My heart followed her; from then on, her image, along with that green silk scarf, constantly appeared in my mind, unforgettable.

Her appearance was arguably the most beautiful and charming among all the young women I had ever seen. She had bright, clear eyes, pearly white teeth, willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, flawless skin, and a captivating, graceful figure, standing tall and elegant like a fairy from the moon palace. She had a delicate, oval face, with a slightly pointed chin, leaning towards a melon-seed shape.

I truly cannot describe her face; she was simply too beautiful! Her eyes were sparkling, like a pool of crystal-clear spring water, so clear and captivating, as if they could speak. Both eyes had double eyelids, and long eyelashes drooped gracefully over her pupils, curving upwards. My heart soared endlessly with her gaze!

Coupled with her bright red, soft lips, delicate and pretty nose, and graceful, upturned chin, she exuded a gentle and charming allure. Like a fairy descended from heaven, her beauty was breathtaking, truly possessing a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, and make fish sink and geese fall from the sky.

Her tall and slender figure was about 165 cm high. Her physique was like a model's, but slightly fuller, giving her a more voluptuous and sensual appearance. Her upper and lower body were perfectly proportioned, with a golden ratio-like figure. Her waist was slender, and her hips were naturally full without an ounce of excess fat—any ounce less would make her too thin, any ounce more would make her too plump;

she was truly a masterpiece! Most captivating were her breasts; two proud, firm, full breasts stood upright, not sagging. I often secretly observed how they swayed when she walked, and I always saw them bounce slightly, almost bursting out! Her abdomen was flat, and when she walked, her body was upright, her hips swaying slightly from side to side—truly a graceful and beautiful woman! From the first day I saw her, I never stopped learning about and observing her. Sometimes I would sit on the balcony waiting for her to pass by my house, even if it took several hours, but I was willing to wait.

I would wait all day just to see her. Sometimes I would wait for her on her way home from work, and in that fleeting moment as she drove past me, I would catch a glimpse of her, and I would be completely satisfied! Sometimes I would sit on my rooftop, peering towards her house, hoping she would come within my sight so I could have ample time to observe her every move.

Alas! When will I ever be able to possess such a beauty? One night, I dreamt of her, with her green silk scarf and her mature, voluptuous body. The next morning, I found my shorts soaking wet. It was the first time I had a wet dream with a woman, and afterwards, I couldn't overcome my reason. I told myself I had to get her.

For a long time, my heart had been with her, with this stunning beauty, this captivating young woman, but the prospect of actually having any kind of relationship with her seemed a distant dream! Because she was the mayor's wife. Her name was Liang Li, a typical career woman, 37 years old, a graduate of the Chinese Literature Department. She frequently went to the gym with other women to do aerobics and was a pillar of society who valued beauty.

Therefore, her image in the eyes of others has always been: a graceful figure exuding the elegance and subtle fragrance of a young woman, displaying her unique taste and an ethereal quality emanating from her very being. Outsiders sensed her extraordinary elegance, as pure and unique as a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains... noble and beautiful, she was the undisputed number one beauty in the city government compound.

Time had not etched any marks on her face; instead, it had added a touch of mature charm to her. Her gentle personality, elegant attire, and warm and generous nature generally won the praise of colleagues and customers, making her exceptionally popular. Often, young men in their twenties and thirties, unaware of the situation, would pursue her by phone or love letters, only to be utterly astonished and stunned upon learning her identity and age.

Liang Li's husband, the mayor, is a very busy man who often hangs out with wealthy people. He's gradually developed a taste for drinking, gambling, and prostitution, frequently spending the night away from home and rarely spending time with her. Their daughter is studying away from home, and Liang Li, in the prime of her life, is left alone in her room every night, filled with loneliness and emptiness. Although she lives a wealthy and pampered life, she resents her husband's long-term neglect but can't do

anything about it and can only endure it. So now she feels like a resentful wife waiting for her husband's return every day, but that's impossible, and the thought fills her with utter despair. Because of her strong vanity, she's unwilling to easily reveal her dissatisfaction and can only deliberately pretend to be indifferent every day.

Paying attention to someone isn't just about their appearance; it also involves other aspects of their life. I will now list what I've secretly observed; I can only watch her in secret. She stayed home every night, rarely going out. She went to bed around 9 pm, rarely changing her schedule, so she had no idea I was secretly observing her every move. Yet, she never behaved impolitely. At home, she dressed simply and modestly, without any extravagant pursuits, but her simplicity did not conceal her charm; instead, it highlighted the gentle and quiet nature of this young woman. When she watched TV in bed, she was always careful, always neatly pulling up her clothes to prevent even a glimpse of her skin from plunging into my eyes, which were constantly being spied on. Sometimes, the happiest moment was seeing her long, snow-white legs, but I could only see the upper part of her thighs, never the base. Her thighs were crystal clear and bright white, as if sculpted from white jade. With each movement of her legs on the bed, I wished she would take off her skirt so I could see them clearly, to my heart's content!

A long time ago, one night, I saw her fighting with her husband. She seemed to have been badly beaten by her family; she was crying loudly, and I could hear her sobs from my balcony. I feel so sorry for her, but there's nothing I can do. I can only feel heartbroken for this beautiful woman!

Soon, she emerged, graceful and elegant, hanging laundry. She was as captivating as ever; her tight black top accentuated her full breasts, which swayed with her movements. White elastic pants clung tightly to her shapely, long thighs, and the beautiful curves of her breasts made me want to gently caress and kiss them. With this thought, my heart grew increasingly restless. Although her husband was powerful, it couldn't stop my desire for her. Her beauty was so dazzling, so alluring, that I couldn't resist.

I thought my love for her was just a dream, an unattainable one. I only hoped this dream would end soon. But life is unpredictable; seemingly insurmountable problems often take a turn for the better, a new opportunity arising. Perhaps fate took pity on my passion and finally gave me an opportunity—an opportunity that would change my life forever.

God gives everyone the same opportunity to feel and experience life. Since you've been given the opportunity, boldly pursue what you want, experience, and feel—the excitement, thrills, and joys! It was a little after 9 pm. I was taking a walk alone in the yard when I happened to see her returning home, slightly drunk. She stopped at the top of the stairs, probably feeling unwell, bending over as if she wanted to vomit.

She was drunk. Perhaps she had too many sorrows and bitterness in her heart, with no one to confide in, so she could only drown her sorrows in alcohol. Perhaps she had too much loneliness and emptiness in her heart, which she had suppressed for too long (her husband was out again). Perhaps it was for a social engagement. My heart ached slightly, and I quickly ran over and asked with concern, "Auntie, are you alright?" She looked up and saw me. Seeing that it was the neighbor's son, she paused for a moment and said, "I'm fine, I just feel a little dizzy from drinking."

Seeing the beautiful young woman I had been longing for day and night so closely, seeing her charmingly drunken posture, especially the faint pink glimpse through the pale green silk scarf tied around her white neck, hazy, elegant, and full of endless allure.

In the instant she looked up, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of her lace bra and an incredibly alluring cleavage through the curved neckline. The bra only covered half of her full, white, rounded breasts, which gleamed seductively under the dim red streetlights, leaving me mesmerized.

I was also intoxicated… Seeing her frail, drunken state, I quickly went over and supported her delicate shoulders, saying, “Auntie, let me help you home.” “It’s alright, it’s alright…” But she was too weak to refuse my kindness and could only lean limply against my shoulder, letting me help her stagger up the stairs. Inadvertently, I touched her high, firm breasts, and the electric sensation made my face flush even more. That short journey became the longest

and happiest stretch of my life, all because she was with me… Finally, I helped her to bed. Her long, black hair was spread out on the snow-white pillow, her hands limply bent and resting on her lower abdomen. Her high, firm breasts rose and fell slightly with her breath, as if trying to burst through her uniform shirt. I could almost see the shape of her nipples trembling slightly. She lay slightly on her side, revealing her beautiful curves.

The hem of her dark blue uniform skirt only covered the middle of her calves, revealing a section of her fair, translucent legs, smooth and tender, outlining two perfect snow-white feet. Those smooth ankles and glistening toes were enough to ignite the desire of any man standing next to her. I admired this exquisite beauty to my heart's content, looking at her from head to toe, and from toe to head, again and again. This delicate body was curvaceous and exquisite, with incredibly beautiful, flowing lines… Ah, this beauty was truly a masterpiece of God! I was completely captivated!

This intense stimulation overwhelmed me, and I could no longer control the burning desire within me. My fervent impulse finally triumphed over reason. Summoning courage and strength from who-knows-where, I impulsively pounced on her, pressing myself firmly against her soft, boneless body. Even through her clothes, I could feel her unique fullness and warmth; the exquisite sensation of her mature form filled my palms; and the faint fragrance of her hair filled my nostrils.

"My beautiful aunt, you look so gorgeous today! You are the most beautiful woman in my heart forever, the most captivating beauty! I love you to the extreme, you know? I wait for you silently every day, I watch over you silently, do you understand that I am the only one in the world who truly cares about you?"

The mayor's wife was stunned, looking completely bewildered. Her strict moral upbringing had instilled in her a cold and unapproachable aura. Perhaps she never expected a grown man to confess his feelings so openly to her, or perhaps she was terrified by my intimidating gaze. She was completely unprepared for my sudden action, and could only desperately push me away, but her struggles were so weak and powerless. To me, it seemed more like a feigned resistance.

"Xiao Yi, you can't do this! I'm your aunt!" she cried, pushing and dodging. That pitiful, coy expression of resistance was enough to make one's blood boil! "Ah! Auntie is absolutely gorgeous, a natural beauty, a masterpiece of God! Let me fill your emptiness..."

Perhaps all men have a beastly potential; the mayor's wife's resistance only fueled my intense desire. I seized the opportunity to smell my aunt's cherry-like lips. It was the first time in my life I had ever touched a woman's lips, and it thrilled this grown man immensely.

I clumsily kissed my aunt's lips, her neck, and her earlobes. At the same time, my left hand firmly grasped her resisting hand and placed it on her head, while my right hand, through her clothes, grasped her full breasts, gently kneading them. The soft, comfortable sensation quickly spread from my fingertips throughout my body; the heavy, elastic feel brought an unprecedented stimulating sensation. My hard penis uncontrollably hardened, pressing defiantly against her lower abdomen…

She trembled slightly, her face flushing red, looking delicate and alluring. She could only weakly clamp her thighs together, hoping this would hold onto her last line of defense.

The mayor's wife, usually so sacred and untouchable, was being touched by me in her most private, and sensitive, place. A strong sense of guilt, coupled with immense stimulation, made me incredibly excited. I rubbed her vigorously. "Ah—" She was completely unprepared for my sudden action, screaming and struggling. Her proud eyes revealed extreme panic as she shook her head repeatedly, her long hair brushing against my face, the delicate fragrance of her hair wafting into my nose. Her slender waist swayed, causing her tender, elastic breasts to rub against my chest, making my already erect penis even harder.

She could no longer endure this humiliation; like a virgin being defiled, she struggled fiercely, but her mouth couldn't utter a sound, as it was completely filled with my sweet kisses. Several times I almost rolled her over, even biting my tongue, which had slipped into her lips, until it bled from her teeth! Enraged, I pulled away from her sweet lips and grabbed her hair without hesitation. She tried to scream, but my knee slammed into her stomach. As a woman, she couldn't resist my violence.

Finally, her face was pressed tightly into the soft bed; at the same time, her hands were tied to either side of the headboard. Now perfectly sober, even if she were slow to react, she would realize this was an attempt on her. She tried to break free of the restraints, but to no avail.

Her separated shoulders made her breasts appear even more prominent. Despairing tears welled up in her slightly alluring eyes. The blush faded, and her face turned pale, but the paleness did not diminish the mature, womanly beauty on her face!

She wanted to scream with all her might, but dared not. She could only twist her body beneath me, her two long, snow-white legs bending and stretching repeatedly, her heels stomping hard on my feet. The soft, delicate feet on my feet felt like a massage, which I actually enjoyed! "No! Please let go of my hands, Auntie is your elder, this is not right! This is rape. It's a crime. Please, let me go!"

Her large eyes were filled with fear again, pleading tearfully. Upon hearing the word "rape," and recalling what had happened tonight, I couldn't help but feel a chill: although I really couldn't bear to let go of this young woman about to be raped, she was, after all, the noble mayor's wife; if I subdued her, what if she really wanted to sue me… Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat! I almost ran away! But seeing the beautiful woman beneath him, he couldn't bear to leave.

In my hesitation, a ridiculous thought crossed my mind: how wonderful it would be to subdue the mayor's wife, turn rape into adultery, and make her my sex slave!

But as I thought about it, I had no idea how to turn the noble mayor's wife into my sex slave! In my anxiety, it suddenly occurred to me that everyone has two sides—a gentle, kind, and beautiful side, and a violent and ugly side, only the latter is deeply hidden in the depths of the heart, not exposed.

Half of a person is an angel, half a devil. Let me completely tear off her noble mask, let her groan in my brutality, let her be horny, struggle, even beg for mercy, go mad beneath me! Let her go mad into a complete, standard slut, a whore! Perhaps this is exactly what the noble mayor's wife desires.

When I was in high school, I lived alone in the city government compound. Back then, I would say I was an introverted person. When I saw girls, especially pretty girls, I felt a strange panic; my face would turn red before I could even speak.

However, after 18 years of imprisonment, I still harbored an irrepressible longing for mature, voluptuous women, fantasizing about conquering them with love. In parks, on the streets, in any public place, whenever I saw a woman with large breasts and wide hips, even though "moral propriety" restrained me, I would still secretly peek at their private parts and white breasts from their occasional careless sitting posture or unbuttoned collars. It gave me an unparalleled pleasure. I noticed her entirely by chance.

One day, I was walking home from school, following behind a young woman. She was a typical mature woman, with large, round, and pert buttocks that swayed slightly as she walked, very alluring. My eyes were completely drawn to her full, round buttocks. Suddenly, a pale green silk scarf fluttered down before my eyes, and I felt a captivating aura waft towards me. I instinctively caught the scarf and exclaimed, "Auntie, you dropped your scarf!"

Turning around, a beautiful face came into view. Her eyebrows were delicately arched, her nose exquisitely small, and her thin lips were sensual and glossy—noble and elegant. She wore a light gray business suit, her white blouse collar turned up, and her long, flowing hair cascaded neatly over her shoulders. Flesh-colored stockings encased her long, alluring legs, and she carried a delicate handbag. What a beautiful young woman!

The beautiful young woman nodded slightly to me, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. I was instantly flattered and overwhelmed; at that moment, I would gladly let myself be melted by her charm. Finally, she softly thanked me, took the green scarf, and turned to leave. Her voice was so sweet, so magnetic. At that moment, I felt my heart race, and my whole body seemed to convulse. I stared intently at her figure, watching her slowly disappear from my sight.

She walked with her feet slightly crossed, moving quickly, her head never glancing left or right, as if she were the only person in the world. Her arrogance instilled fear in me, her aura captivated me. At that moment, I dared not have any impure thoughts about her; in my eyes, she was simply a goddess.

Later, I learned that there was such a beautiful young woman in the compound, breathtakingly beautiful, and she had lived in the house opposite mine for a long time. My heart followed her; from then on, her image, along with that green silk scarf, constantly appeared in my mind, unforgettable.

Her appearance was arguably the most beautiful and charming among all the young women I had ever seen. She had bright, clear eyes, pearly white teeth, willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, flawless skin, and a captivating, graceful figure, standing tall and elegant like a fairy from the moon palace. She had a delicate, oval face, with a slightly pointed chin, leaning towards a melon-seed shape.

I truly cannot describe her face; she was simply too beautiful! Her eyes were sparkling, like a pool of crystal-clear spring water, so clear and captivating, as if they could speak. Both eyes had double eyelids, and long eyelashes drooped gracefully over her pupils, curving upwards. My heart soared endlessly with her gaze!

Coupled with her bright red, soft lips, delicate and pretty nose, and graceful, upturned chin, she exuded a gentle and charming allure. Like a fairy descended from heaven, her beauty was breathtaking, truly possessing a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, and make fish sink and geese fall from the sky.

Her tall and slender figure was about 165 cm high. Her physique was like a model's, but slightly fuller, giving her a more voluptuous and sensual appearance. Her upper and lower body were perfectly proportioned, with a golden ratio-like figure. Her waist was slender, and her hips were naturally full without an ounce of excess fat—any ounce less would make her too thin, any ounce more would make her too plump;

she was truly a masterpiece! Most captivating were her breasts; two proud, firm, full breasts stood upright, not sagging. I often secretly observed how they swayed when she walked, and I always saw them bounce slightly, almost bursting out! Her abdomen was flat, and when she walked, her body was upright, her hips swaying slightly from side to side—truly a graceful and beautiful woman! From the first day I saw her, I never stopped learning about and observing her. Sometimes I would sit on the balcony waiting for her to pass by my house, even if it took several hours, but I was willing to wait.

I would wait all day just to see her. Sometimes I would wait for her on her way home from work, and in that fleeting moment as she drove past me, I would catch a glimpse of her, and I would be completely satisfied! Sometimes I would sit on my rooftop, peering towards her house, hoping she would come within my sight so I could have ample time to observe her every move.

Alas! When will I ever be able to possess such a beauty? One night, I dreamt of her, with her green silk scarf and her mature, voluptuous body. The next morning, I found my shorts soaking wet. It was the first time I had a wet dream with a woman, and afterwards, I couldn't overcome my reason. I told myself I had to get her.

For a long time, my heart had been with her, with this stunning beauty, this captivating young woman, but the prospect of actually having any kind of relationship with her seemed a distant dream! Because she was the mayor's wife. Her name was Liang Li, a typical career woman, 37 years old, a graduate of the Chinese Literature Department. She frequently went to the gym with other women to do aerobics and was a pillar of society who valued beauty.

Therefore, her image in the eyes of others has always been: a graceful figure exuding the elegance and subtle fragrance of a young woman, displaying her unique taste and an ethereal quality emanating from her very being. Outsiders sensed her extraordinary elegance, as pure and unique as a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains... noble and beautiful, she was the undisputed number one beauty in the city government compound.

Time had not etched any marks on her face; instead, it had added a touch of mature charm to her. Her gentle personality, elegant attire, and warm and generous nature generally won the praise of colleagues and customers, making her exceptionally popular. Often, young men in their twenties and thirties, unaware of the situation, would pursue her by phone or love letters, only to be utterly astonished and stunned upon learning her identity and age.

Liang Li's husband, the mayor, is an extremely busy man who often hangs out with wealthy people. He's gradually developed a taste for drinking, gambling, and prostitution, frequently spending the night away from home and rarely spending time with her. With their daughter studying away from home, and Liang Li in the prime of her life, she's left alone in her room every night, filled with loneliness and emptiness. Although she lives a wealthy and pampered life, she resents her husband's long-term neglect but can't do anything about it, so she endures it.

Now, she feels like a resentful wife waiting for her husband's return every day, but that's impossible, and the thought fills her with utter despair. Because of her strong vanity, she's unwilling to easily reveal her dissatisfaction and can only deliberately pretend to be indifferent every day.

Paying attention to someone involves more than just their appearance; it also involves observing their surroundings. Here's a list of what I've secretly observed – things I can only do secretly. She stays home every night, rarely going out. She goes to bed around 9 pm, rarely changing her schedule, so she's completely unaware that I'm secretly watching her every move, yet she never behaves inappropriately. Her attire at home is simple and modest, without any extravagance, but this simplicity doesn't diminish her charm; instead, it highlights the gentle and quiet nature of this young woman. When she watches TV in bed, she's very careful, always meticulously pulling up her clothes to prevent any glimpse from revealing herself to my constantly peeking. Sometimes, the most exciting moments are when I see her long, snow-white legs, but I can only see the upper part of her thighs, never the roots. Her thighs are crystal clear and bright white, like carved jade. With each movement of her legs on the bed, I desperately wish she would take off her skirt so I could see them clearly, to my heart's content!

A long time ago, one evening, I saw her fighting with her husband. She seemed to have been badly beaten by her family; she was crying loudly, and I could hear her sobs from my balcony. My heart ached for her, but I was powerless to help; I could only feel sorry for this beautiful woman!

Soon after, she emerged gracefully, hanging laundry. She was as stunning as ever; her tight black top accentuated her full breasts, which swayed proudly with her movements. Her white elastic pants clung tightly to her shapely, long thighs, and the beautiful curves of her breasts made me want to gently caress and kiss them. After having this thought, my heart grew increasingly restless. Although her husband was powerful, it couldn't stop my desire for her. Her beauty was so dazzling, so alluring, that I couldn't resist.

I thought my love for her was just a dream, a dream that could never be realized. I only hoped this dream would end soon. But life is unpredictable; seemingly insurmountable problems often take a turn for the better, and a new opportunity arose. Perhaps God took pity on my sentimentality and finally gave me an opportunity—an opportunity that would influence my entire life.

God gives everyone the same chance to feel and experience life. Since you've been given the opportunity, boldly pursue what you want, what you want to experience, and what you want to feel—the excitement, the thrill, and the joy! It was a little after 9 p.m. when I was taking a walk alone in the yard and happened to see her returning home, slightly drunk. She stopped at the top of the stairs, probably feeling unwell, bending over as

if she wanted to vomit... She was drunk. Perhaps she had too much sorrow and bitterness in her heart, with no one to confide in, so she could only drown her sorrows in alcohol. Perhaps she had too much loneliness and emptiness in her heart, suppressed for too long (her husband was out again). Perhaps it was for social obligations. My heart ached slightly, and I quickly ran over and asked with concern, "Auntie, are you alright?" She looked up and saw me, and when she saw it was the neighbor's boy, she paused for a moment and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy from drinking."

Seeing the beautiful young woman I had been longing for day and night so closely, seeing her charming and drunken figure, especially the faint pink glimpse through the pale green silk scarf tied around her white neck, hazy, elegant, and full of endless allure.

In the instant she looked up, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of her lace bra and an incredibly alluring cleavage through the curved neckline. The bra only covered half of her full, white, rounded breasts, which gleamed seductively under the dim red streetlights, leaving me mesmerized.

I was also intoxicated… Seeing her frail, drunken state, I quickly went over and supported her delicate shoulders, saying, “Auntie, let me help you home.” “It’s alright, it’s alright…” But she was too weak to refuse my kindness and could only lean limply against my shoulder, letting me help her stagger up the stairs. Inadvertently, I touched her high, firm breasts, and the electric sensation made my face flush even more. That short journey became the longest

and happiest stretch of my life, all because she was with me… Finally, I helped her to bed. Her long, black hair was spread out on the snow-white pillow, her hands limply bent and resting on her lower abdomen. Her high, firm breasts rose and fell slightly with her breath, as if trying to burst through her uniform shirt. I could almost see the shape of her nipples trembling slightly. She lay slightly on her side, revealing her beautiful curves.

The hem of her dark blue uniform skirt only covered the middle of her calves, revealing a section of her fair, translucent legs, smooth and tender, outlining two perfect snow-white feet. Those smooth ankles and glistening toes were enough to ignite the desire of any man standing next to her. I admired this exquisite beauty to my heart's content, looking at her from head to toe, and from toe to head, again and again. This delicate body was curvaceous and exquisite, with incredibly beautiful, flowing lines… Ah, this beauty was truly a masterpiece of God! I was completely captivated!

This intense stimulation overwhelmed me, and I could no longer control the burning desire within me. My fervent impulse finally triumphed over reason. Summoning courage and strength from who-knows-where, I impulsively pounced on her, pressing myself firmly against her soft, boneless body. Even through her clothes, I could feel her unique fullness and warmth; the exquisite sensation of her mature form filled my palms; and the faint fragrance of her hair filled my nostrils.

"My beautiful aunt, you look so gorgeous today! You are the most beautiful woman in my heart forever, the most captivating beauty! I love you to the extreme, you know? I wait for you silently every day, I watch over you silently, do you understand that I am the only one in the world who truly cares about you?"

The mayor's wife was stunned, looking completely bewildered. Her strict moral upbringing had instilled in her a cold and unapproachable aura. Perhaps she never expected a grown man to confess his feelings so openly to her, or perhaps she was terrified by my intimidating gaze. She was completely unprepared for my sudden action, and could only desperately push me away, but her struggles were so weak and powerless. To me, it seemed more like a feigned resistance.

"Xiao Yi, you can't do this! I'm your aunt!" she cried, pushing and dodging. That pitiful, coy expression of resistance was enough to make one's blood boil! "Ah! Auntie is absolutely gorgeous, a natural beauty, a masterpiece of God! Let me fill your emptiness..."

Perhaps all men have a beastly potential; the mayor's wife's resistance only fueled my intense desire. I seized the opportunity to smell my aunt's cherry-like lips. It was the first time in my life I had ever touched a woman's lips, and it thrilled this grown man immensely.

I clumsily kissed my aunt's lips, her neck, and her earlobes. At the same time, my left hand firmly grasped her resisting hand and placed it on her head, while my right hand, through her clothes, grasped her full breasts, gently kneading them. The soft, comfortable sensation quickly spread from my fingertips throughout my body; the heavy, elastic feel brought an unprecedented stimulating sensation. My hard penis uncontrollably hardened, pressing defiantly against her lower abdomen…

She trembled slightly, her face flushing red, looking delicate and alluring. She could only weakly clamp her thighs together, hoping this would hold onto her last line of defense.

The mayor's wife, usually so sacred and untouchable, was being touched by me in her most private, and sensitive, place. A strong sense of guilt, coupled with immense stimulation, made me incredibly excited. I rubbed her vigorously. "Ah—" She was completely unprepared for my sudden action, screaming and struggling. Her proud eyes revealed extreme panic as she shook her head repeatedly, her long hair brushing against my face, the delicate fragrance of her hair wafting into my nose. Her slender waist swayed, causing her tender, elastic breasts to rub against my chest, making my already erect penis even harder.

She could no longer endure this humiliation; like a virgin being defiled, she struggled fiercely, but her mouth couldn't utter a sound, as it was completely filled with my sweet kisses. Several times I almost rolled her over, even biting my tongue, which had slipped into her lips, until it bled from her teeth! Enraged, I pulled away from her sweet lips and grabbed her hair without hesitation. She tried to scream, but my knee slammed into her stomach. As a woman, she couldn't withstand my violence.

Finally, her face was pressed tightly into the soft bed; at the same time, her hands were tied to either side of the headboard. Now perfectly sober, even if she were slow to react, she realized this was an attempt to take advantage. She tried to break free of the restraints, but to no avail.

Her parted shoulders made her breasts appear even more prominent. Desperate tears welled instantly in her slightly alluring eyes. The blush faded, her face turning pale, but the paleness did nothing to diminish the mature, womanly beauty emanating from her face!

She wanted to scream with all her might, yet dared not. She could only twist her body beneath me, her two long, snow-white legs bending and stretching repeatedly, her heels stomping hard on my feet. The soft, delicate feet pressing against my instep felt like a massage, which I actually found enjoyable! "No! Please let go of my hand! Auntie is your elder, this is unacceptable! This is rape! It's a crime! Please, let me go!"

Her large eyes were filled with fear, pleading tearfully. Hearing the word "rape," and recalling tonight's events, I felt a chill run down my spine: this young woman about to be raped, though I couldn't bear to let go, was, after all, the noble mayor's wife; if I subdued her, what if she really sued me…? The thought sent a cold sweat down my spine! I almost ran away! But seeing the beauty beneath me, I couldn't bear to leave.

In my hesitation, a ridiculous thought crossed my mind: what if I could subdue the mayor's wife, turn rape into adultery, and make her my sex slave? That would be wonderful!

But as long as I thought about it, I had no idea how to turn the noble mayor's wife into my sex slave! In my anxiety, it suddenly occurred to me that everyone has two sides: a gentle, kind, and beautiful side, and a violent and ugly side. The latter is simply hidden deep within the heart, never revealed.

Humans are half angel, half devil. Let me tear off her noble mask completely, let her groan in my brutality, let her writhe, struggle, beg for mercy, and go mad beneath me! Let her become a complete, quintessential slut, a wanton woman! Perhaps this is exactly what the noble mayor's wife desires.

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