The Love and Desire of a Stunning Female CEO

Ten years have passed since Guodong's death in his prime. Sleeping alone, his bed cold and empty, he seems to have grown accustomed to solitude, which has become a part of his life. But these past two days have been particularly difficult. Before, no matter what, managing the vast business of the Yang Group while also caring for his children's studies and upbringing required immense effort. He was exhausted during the day, and the nights seemed shorter.
Heaven has been kind; his hard work has finally paid off. Zhihao is quite sensible; during the years he was away studying and serving in the military, he would always come home to check on him whenever he had a break. Ruyu's studies are also progressing well, requiring little worry. Furthermore, in recent years, the Yang Group has gradually gotten on track, and Zhihao, after completing his military service, has joined the company and is becoming increasingly familiar with the business. After finishing Zhihao's wedding, one wish has finally been fulfilled, and it's time for him to take on more responsibility and gain experience.
Ten years of hard work have finally brought me today's achievements. With the burden lifted and more leisure time, a sense of boredom has also crept in. What will be my focus in the future? My career or my children? My career is no longer a concern; my children are grown up and have their own lives.
I've heard people say that children belong to their mothers before marriage and to their wives after. As for Ruyu, she'll be taking her university entrance exams in a year, and in a few more years, she might get married. It seems I'll have to endure the loneliness of an empty nest again.
Especially since Zhihao and his new wife went on their honeymoon to New Zealand and Australia the day before yesterday, and yesterday Ruyu joined the fun on a study tour to Europe, a trip that will last for more than half a month. This huge house will only be occupied by myself and my part-time maid—Zhang Ma.
A few nights ago, I unintentionally passed by my son's new room. The sounds of thrusting, rapid breathing, and seductive moans echoed in the midnight stillness. On one hand, I was happy that my son was growing up, and that I might soon be a grandmother, enjoying the company of my grandson. On the other hand, it inexplicably stirred up long-dormant desires within me.
Looking back, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. A widow in her thirties, having experienced the intoxicating pleasure of intimacy, she, mature and alluring, naturally had physical needs. But since Guodong's death, the joys of their past union had been replaced only by midnight tears of sorrow. The agonizing intertwining of desire and loneliness kept her tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
But our society places many moral constraints on mature and beautiful widows, seemingly always waiting to witness their scandalous affairs. Especially with Guodong leaving behind hundreds of millions in inheritance, people's schadenfreude towards me has only intensified. They coldly watch how I, a widow with children, will struggle alone. Of course, after becoming a prominent wealthy widow, countless businessmen will covet my beauty and wealth, hoping to gain both.
But my children are still young and need care, and coupled with my pride, I don't want to be ridiculed. I can only endure the loneliness and persevere. But people say women in their thirties are like wolves, in their forties like tigers; my ten years of widowhood have been precisely those years of ravenous desire, like a hungry wolf. Waking in the middle of the night, the curtains are empty and the quilt is cold; how can I remain completely indifferent? That feeling of loneliness is stronger and harder to dispel in the stillness of the night.
A faint spring melancholy, a sense of helplessness and desolation, makes me long for a man to cherish me, love me, and embrace me. My desires are insatiable. Sometimes, when the impulse rises, I really want to indulge in some debauchery at places like Friday's Eve restaurants. But then I remember I'm the head of the Yang Group, a wealthy widow under everyone's watchful eye, and I suppress the thought.
After all, some things are better left unsaid. The only thing I can do is masturbate, using my fingers to stimulate my vagina to release the undeniable sexual needs of my mature body.
Who can understand the inner turmoil and hunger within me, this elegant and accomplished woman? But since becoming the goddess of management for a top 100 company, the businessmen who once coveted my beauty and wealth have all felt ashamed and hesitated. It seems that even with my wanton and unrestrained nature, I'm afraid I won't find a bold and discerning man to bear the weight of my lonely heart.
I don't want to be treated like a goddess; I just want to be an ordinary, flesh-and-blood woman, a woman who has a man to accompany and lean on when she is weak and lonely. In the twilight of my youthful years, who would dare disregard their outward dignity and boldly intrude into my inner world, treating me with the same passion and desire as an ordinary woman?
This summer vacation is much more relaxed than in previous years. I used to tutor every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evening, but this year, because Ruyu went to Europe for three weeks of study, I was relatively free. This summer vacation, I only had work as a lifeguard and coach at the swimming pool.
I consider myself quite lucky. A poor boy whose father passed away early, whose mother is just a low-level civil servant, and who has two younger sisters in middle school, I can still study in the medical school of the most expensive private university in Taiwan without worrying about financial difficulties. In addition to being grateful to the government for the education subsidy for civil servants, I also have to thank the tutoring job I've had at the Yang family's house for the past four years.
I started tutoring Ruyu, who was in her second year of junior high when I was a freshman in college. Before I knew it, Ruyu was almost a senior in high school. A tutoring job that could sustain me for four years, plus a generous fee comparable
to top tutors—what more could I ask for? Besides, Ruyu, though still a bit green in her second year of junior high, was already a beauty in the making; now she's a stunning young woman, guaranteed to be a campus heartthrob next year. When my classmates chatted, my situation was the envy of everyone: high and stable salary, a smart and beautiful student, some even jokingly urging me to seize the opportunity, saying it could save me thirty years of hard work.
How to pursue young and beautiful girls was always a hot topic among my classmates. But deep down, there was something I couldn't share. In my eyes, Ruyu would always be that green second-year junior high girl, not sparking any fantasies. Instead, it was Yang Mama, the woman I saw four years ago who was breathtakingly beautiful, the one I'd been longing for all these years.
Just like his own mother, who had been widowed early and raised her children with great hardship, no matter how successful Yang's mother was in the business world, she was always a resolute mother in his heart. Coupled with her cold and dignified appearance and elegant demeanor, she was practically an unattainable goddess. Every time he visited the Yang family, his greatest desire was to see Yang's mother.
For the past two years, this stunning woman seemed unusually busy, and he rarely saw her. Only on the first Monday of each month, Yang's mother would personally offer him tuition as a sign of respect, thus fulfilling his expectations. Perhaps due to the sacrifices he had witnessed from his widowed mother since childhood, he seemed to have a mother complex. He looked down on young and pretty girls, and ignored female classmates with excellent qualities who actively pursued him, but focused all his attention on this middle-aged woman.
Undoubtedly, Yang's mother possessed the qualities that would make any man's heart flutter: a beautiful and mature figure, a cold and captivating face, and the image of a powerful woman, the president of a top 100 company, fulfilling every man's fantasies of conquering a woman. That breathtakingly beautiful figure, that exquisitely pretty face, that serene and elegant demeanor, that mature and graceful figure—these had countless times entered the depths of his mind, making him lose his senses and indulge in fantasies.
Such a noble and elegant goddess, so accomplished that most men felt inferior, had been widowed for ten years. Her body and soul must have long been barren. Behind her noble status and strong facade, besides endless longing for her fading youth, what else could she possibly have left? No matter how noble her birth or how unattainable her status, she was still a woman who needed a man's love and tenderness.
Countless times he fantasized about being a master seducer in erotic novels, engaging in a contest between men and women, finally arousing her desires and feelings, satisfying her loneliness and emptiness, conquering the body and soul of this unattainable, elegant, and dignified beauty.
Real life often presents many setbacks and hardships, but the realm of fantasy is full of boundless hope. Opportunities are not available to everyone, but success can be achieved at any time. Handsome tutors and beautiful students or stunning parents are not often the subject of erotic novels.
Ring—ring——breaking the afternoon tranquility.
"Is Ruoyao there?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"Ruoyao, this is Yang's mother."
"Oh, hello Yang's mother." For the past four years, living in rented accommodations, every time they moved, they would always give their phone numbers to Ruyu and Yang's mother. But everything had remained the same for four years. They only remembered two or three times when Ruyu was sick, and Yang's mother had called to ask for leave on her behalf. Why this time?
"Ruoyao, I'm so sorry. I was busy arranging Ruyu's trip abroad the other day and forgot to give you this month's tutoring fee."
"Aunt Yang, you're too kind. There were only two lessons this month, no need to pay."
"Ruoyao, no, I can't accept that. These past few years, thanks to your hard work, I haven't had to worry about Ruyu's studies. I should thank you properly. Ruoyao, are you free tomorrow evening? Could you come over for dinner?"
"Aunt Yang, I can't possibly accept that. It's too much trouble for you."
"What trouble? Ruyu and Zhihao aren't here, the house is quiet and empty. I'll be eating alone anyway. If you don't mind having dinner with this old lady, then it's settled."
"Okay, thank you in advance, Aunt Yang. See you tomorrow night."
That's wonderful! For the past four years, every time I visited the Yang family, I looked forward to seeing this stunningly beautiful woman, but Aunt Yang seemed to be too busy with her career to see her often.
Even after meeting, the age difference and my goddess-like admiration for Mrs. Yang meant that after a brief greeting, I would go into Ruyu's study and properly play the role of her tutor. Even when Mrs. Yang inquired about Ruyu's studies and chatted with me after class, Ruyu would always listen in.
Tomorrow night will be different. Besides Zhang Ma, Mrs. Yang and I will be an unusual single man and woman together. Sigh! We haven't even met yet, but I'm already lost in thought. But no matter what, tomorrow night will be my first dinner date with Mrs. Yang, at least I can properly admire her fairy-like beauty.
A first encounter is better than standing still. Sigh, tonight is destined to be a day for masturbation. Dreams are the most beautiful, and hope accompanies them, but let's not worry about whether they are good dreams or not.
After Zhang Ma opened the door and let me in, Yang Mama was already standing by the warm and colorful dining room lamp. Under the light, I could see the stunningly beautiful woman before me, wearing a loose, casual, pale yellow top, a slightly darker knee-length skirt made of what looked like silk, and silver flip-flops. A pearl necklace adorned her straight and elegant neck; the pearls were round and lustrous, their crystalline sheen
subtly reflecting on her delicate, fair skin. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, and her full, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath, incredibly alluring. The tight skirt perfectly accentuated her slender, supple waist and her slightly rounded, shapely buttocks. The skirt was short, just covering her thighs, revealing her pink, round, and slender knees and gracefully slender calves.
From afar, Mrs. Yang exuded a gentle, warm beauty, a captivating charm unique to mature women, her every gesture radiating an elegant and graceful demeanor.
Although I had already witnessed Mrs. Yang's stunning beauty, this time, with different intentions, the experience was entirely different. Before coming, I had mentally prepared myself to calmly seduce this long-suffering, virtuous woman, but I hadn't expected that under the soft, romantic lighting, Mrs. Yang's ethereal and noble aura would leave me speechless, almost forgetting my carefully planned tactics.
"Ruoyao, come in and sit down," Mrs. Yang greeted me warmly as she approached.
"Hello, Mrs. Yang, thank you for troubling me." As Mrs. Yang drew nearer, a delicate, high-end perfume mingled with the natural fragrance of a mature woman, making me feel like a dumbfounded goose, staring blankly at the undeniably feminine Mrs. Yang before me, almost losing my composure again, and could only hurriedly reply.
"Don't be shy, you must be hungry. Today I specially asked Zhang Ma to stew a ginseng chicken soup, and I've also prepared a lot of other dishes. You should eat more."
The two of them sat facing each other at the table, host and guest. Yang Ma kindly served me a chicken leg. After thanking her repeatedly, I took the opportunity to calm my flustered mood while eating heartily. After finishing a large bowl of chicken soup, I looked up and realized that Yang Ma hadn't touched her chopsticks yet, but was staring at me with a big smile on her face.
"Aunt Yang, why aren't you eating? It smells so good!"
"When Zhihao was studying in Taipei, he would come home and wolf down his food just like you. Eat slowly, eat more. I'll eat some other light dishes. The chicken soup is too oily, so this old lady won't eat it."
"Aunt Yang looks so young and beautiful, not old at all. You're prettier than a movie star! If you and your sister-in-law stood together, people who didn't know the situation would definitely think you were sisters!"
"Ruoyao, I haven't even offered you dessert yet, and you're already so sweet-talking."
"No, I'm serious. I can't find a single female star on TV who is prettier than Aunt Yang."
"Really? You're not lying to me! Are you full? Let's sit in the living room, have some fruit and drinks. Aunt Zhang has to rush home after she finishes cleaning up!"
After moving to the living room and sitting down, chatting face-to-face gave him a chance to appreciate Aunt Yang's stunning beauty.
Those large, clear eyes, sparkling with captivating charm, framed a fair and rosy face. Her cherry-red lips, painted with vibrant red lipstick, appeared almost too fresh to resist. As she spoke, her lips moved alluringly. Her skin was snow-white and delicate, seemingly fragile enough to break at a touch—far too beautiful for a woman in her forties. Her curvaceous figure was encased in a loose, casual top.
When Mrs. Yang bent down to pour herself a drink, a glimpse of her alluring figure was revealed. Her lace bra barely covered half of her full breasts, creating a beautiful cleavage. She exuded the mature and glamorous charm of a young woman.
The sight of her beauty and the illicit fantasies within him caused his penis to stir uncontrollably. If he hadn't been wearing tight jeans, his hard penis would likely have erected, revealing his unsightly state. " No, I have to keep my emotions in check, otherwise how can I be a heartbreaker and womanizer?
" Ruoyao, please keep the tutoring fee for now, lest you forget it later. "
Aunt Yang, no need! I haven't had any classes this month."
"It's alright, Ruyu's grades are pretty good, you're the biggest contributor. Besides, you need money for everything while you're away, keep it. Studying medicine at a private school must be expensive, is the tutoring fee enough?"
"Aunt Yang, I've been tutoring Ruyu since her freshman year, and you've given me a higher salary than my classmates get for tutoring elsewhere. Plus, I earn tens of thousands as a lifeguard and coach at the swimming pool during winter and summer vacations. Combined, it's enough for not only living expenses but also tuition." "Zhihao
also loves swimming, and the swimming pool at home was built by him after he was discharged from the military. But he's been busy with his company these past two years, and I haven't seen him swim much."
"Aunt Yang, I... I'm going to participate in a swimming competition next month. During the summer vacation, every swimming pool is overcrowded, and it's hard to find a place to practice. Can I borrow your swimming pool to train?"
"Of course, the swimming pool's empty anyway."
"I work at the pool four mornings a week, so I'd probably come swimming here in the evening!"
"No problem, I'll tell Zhang Ma to open the door for you even if I'm not there."
Over the past ten years, she could be considered successful, but after reaching the peak, she was left with only the loneliness of being at the top. A few years ago, not long after Guodong's death, some scheming toads around her occasionally gossiped and stirred up trouble for Wenjun's newly widowed widow.
But after she boldly wielded power in the cutthroat business world and seized control of the Yang Group, all the men who had once overestimated themselves now trembled with fear and trepidation before her, treating her like a goddess.
Not to mention the men who have surrounded her in recent years, almost all of them are her subordinates or juniors. Intimidated by her authority, who would dare to make frivolous or joking remarks to her, except for those who are obsequious? While this satisfies her self-esteem and vanity, it also often makes her feel as if something is missing.
Sometimes she even doubted whether she was still a woman in their eyes. Only today, with Ruoyao's eyes completely open, did he dare to look Liu Zhen in the eye. His burning gaze involuntarily scanned and peeked at her, his penis even uncontrollably swelling, a ridiculous sight she had to suppress.
Sometimes, people live for the applause of others, especially when a man in his forties like herself receives such praise from a nineteen or twenty-year-old. Recalling the evening in the dining room and living room, when Ruoyao, this man of moderate age, cast admiring glances at her, she couldn't help but feel secretly pleased; she was still a woman of her age, her beauty and charm undiminished.
Even without Ruoyao's unreserved praise, she was still confident in her looks, but self-praise never quite matched the pleasure of hearing it from a man.
As she thought about this, the ridiculous feeling gradually faded, replaced by an overwhelming loneliness. "A woman adorns herself for her admirer." No matter how beautiful her face or how perfect her figure, without the passionate, aggressive, or even sexually driven gaze of a man, she's destined to be a solitary beauty, waiting to wither away.
"A woman at forty is like a flower in full bloom," the most beautiful and radiant time, but how long can a flower remain beautiful once it's in full bloom? "Pluck the flower while it blooms," but given her current status, few would dare to boldly pluck or admire it. A woman's golden decade is already nearing its end amidst the toil of career and family; how much inner loneliness and weariness must be paid for the outward glamour?
"The past is gone, the future is yet to come," but where is her future—her youth! Her youth! Why did she leave without looking back? Was her future only one of living a life of luxury, enjoying her grandchildren, and then ending her days
in sorrow and self-pity? A long-lost longing and passion gradually welled up in her mind. She slowly swayed her body and walked to the dressing table. Standing in front of the mirror, she took off her clothes one by one, looking at herself in the mirror with a resentful gaze. In the mirror was a beautiful face like a lotus flower, with seductive eyes and slightly closed cherry lips, full of mature womanly charm. She
took a few steps back, and her naked and proud body was fully reflected in the mirror: her delicate and smooth skin, her round and slender legs, her round and firm buttocks, her full and firm breasts, and her tender vulva as fresh as a peach. This beautiful body could only wait to wither and fade, with no one to water and nourish it, to make the flower more beautiful and vibrant.
The desire burning within her was growing uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but gently stroke her trembling nipple. A tingling sensation shot from her nipple to her head, an irresistible pleasure. Her slender fingers repeatedly touched her swollen nipple.
Soon, she noticed her nipple was becoming increasingly swollen and flushed. No longer satisfied with a gentle touch, she
began to pinch and twist it between her fingers. The heat surging within her grew stronger, her cheeks flushed with desire, and her pearly teeth gently bit her bright cherry lips. A woman in love is most beautiful, yet she could only love herself, pity herself, and admire herself in solitude. Would she ever have the chance to share a passionate encounter with the man she loved? In ten years, she had never longed for a man to soothe her long-dormant soul as she did now.
Overwhelmed by desire, Jiaxin felt a warm, wet sensation in her lower body. Looking down, she saw that her tightly closed labia had slightly parted, revealing tender, pink labia inside, and a trickle of clear fluid was slowly flowing from her delicate opening.
As if bewitched, Jiaxin extended her slender fingers and caressed her labia, her fingers sliding lightly and heavily over her opening. "Ah..." An even stronger pleasure, like an electric current, struck her brain, her vision blurred, and her legs went weak. She took a few steps back and collapsed onto the Simmons bed.
As her fingers moved faster, her long, slender legs gradually opened, and her fingers began to excitedly tease her clitoris and labia. Her face flushed, she displayed an expression of unbearable desire.
She pressed her thumb against her clitoris and trembled, while her index and ring fingers caressed her labia. Slowly, she inserted her middle finger into the center of her wet vulva, thrusting it in and out like a man's penis. But her slender fingers, though beautiful, seemed neither long nor thick enough to reach the deep itch or fill the emptiness of her secret place.
For no apparent reason, she seemed to hear the "plop, plop" sounds of her son and daughter-in-law making love a few days ago. Her long-suppressed desires surged even more intensely in these unattainable sexual fantasies. At this moment, she desperately wished for a man to irrigate her parched garden, to give her a thoroughly satisfying experience with his large penis.
Lost in her fantasies, she imagined Ruoyao's large, throbbing penis beneath his jeans that evening, craving his touch, craving his wanton ravaging. This sudden, illicit desire drove her mad, filled her with shame, yet it was also mixed with an indescribable pleasure.
These complex emotions entangled and intensified her lust. A surge of heat coursed through her body, and her genitals became wet with copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Her thoughts grew increasingly chaotic, until finally, an intoxicating image of her and Ruoyao making love appeared in her mind.
The night was long, and her lust was hard to extinguish. She sighed softly, barely able to immerse herself in masturbation and unfulfilled fantasies, yet she actually hoped to see her secret lover again tomorrow. She wondered
if she would have a chance to see Yang Mama, that stunning beauty, again today. Yesterday, she had been too hasty in her lust and almost embarrassed herself in public. Fortunately, Mrs. Yang didn't seem to notice his strange behavior. After a pleasant conversation, she even allowed him to use the swimming pool, saying there would always be other opportunities if he went often.
The allure of this stunning beauty was truly irresistible to mortals. He had just masturbated to clear out his pent-up desires before meeting her, and upon seeing her, this pathetic man almost lost control and ruined everything. He never imagined that in his midnight fantasies, Mrs. Yang would become a naked, wanton woman, yearning for the comfort and affection of a man, and he himself would be the savior who would satisfy her insatiable desires with his thick , hard, and hot penis.
Alas! What a fleeting dream! His underwear was soaking wet.
This summer, for this celestial goddess, who knows how many billions of sperm and offspring will be wasted?
Since waking up this morning, the image of my lewd and obscene encounter with Ruoyao last night has been haunting me. I must have been crazy to have such obscene thoughts. Yet, even just a phantom of sexual intercourse gave me a heart-wrenching, exhilarating pleasure. If I could truly relive that experience, I wonder what joy,
hunger, restraint, shyness, and wantonness I would feel. Should I seize the moment while my youth is in full bloom, attracting attention and clinging to the last vestiges of my youth
, or should I cling to morals and morality, letting my body wither away, living a cold and lonely life like I am now? I'm only in my forties; I have many more decades to go. The thought is truly unbearable! The turbulent emotions I feel are making me restless in my office, wondering if my dream lover will come swimming at my house today. I should go home early; there's nothing much to do anyway.
As soon as the car entered the house, Ruoyao's motorcycle was already in the yard. The day's anticipation seemed to have been fulfilled. Before even entering the house, he couldn't help but head towards the pool. The summer dusk was still intensely bright. Ruoyao darted through the water like a white streak in the waves, then, with a turn, clung to the edge, watching the stunningly beautiful woman slowly approach.
"Hello, Aunt Yang, you're off work so early."
"Yes! I didn't have much to do today. I was wondering if you were comfortable swimming here, so I came to check on you."
"It's great here, swimming here is so enjoyable! I have to thank you, Aunt Yang."
"No need to thank me, come often if you like. I'll ask Aunt Zhang to prepare some drinks for you."
Fantastic! He was once again blessed to see such a beautiful woman. And this stunning female CEO, dressed in a high-class office lady outfit, seemed to hide a touch of shy charm beneath her sharp and elegant attire. A thousand outfits, ten thousand styles—that's what it's all about! But how could it have passed so quickly? When will my plan to steal hearts and pursue women actually begin?
"Teacher Lin, take a break and have a drink."
"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."
"Ms. Lin, the chairman asked me to ask if you have anything else planned for tonight. If not, please stay for dinner."
"No, no, that would be too much trouble for Aunt Zhang."
"It's no trouble at all. The chairman eats alone, so preparing so much won't make a difference if you add Ms. Lin. If you're free, I'll go prepare it."
Wow! Victory! Just when I thought I'd have to leave empty-handed today, the opportunity has arrived. I can spend another hour or two with Mrs. Yang, but I absolutely cannot be as hasty as I was yesterday. Preparation is key to success, lack of preparation leads to failure—I must be careful.
Upon entering the house, Mrs. Yang had changed out of her office lady outfit. After the mental preparation I'd just done, I could finally calm my turbulent thoughts and appreciate this rare masterpiece of God as an admirer.
Yang's mother was wearing a light green dress with thin straps and a small V-neck. The simple cut exuded an unparalleled elegance, showcasing her exceptional taste and confidence. No matter how beautiful the clothes, they couldn't compare to her natural beauty; the simpler the design, the more it accentuated her noble气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament).
After dinner, I sat in the living room chatting with her. With forced composure and careful observation, I noticed a touch of feminine shyness and charm in her speech compared to the previous night. When we looked directly at each other, her face would occasionally flush slightly.
Since meeting her, I'd always perceived her as a decisive and strong woman. This shy, charming, and feminine demeanor was a first. If her blushing was because of me, it was a good start; perhaps I could press my advantage today.
Ruoyao, of course, had no idea that Yang's unusual shyness and charm were precisely because of him. Thinking of last night's lewdness and my hasty departure from the company today, all to see the sunny boy from my dreams again as soon as possible.
As soon as I reached the poolside, Ruoyao, whose image was still somewhat hazy in my mind last night, became vivid again. This tanned, strong, and charismatic young man, wearing only swim trunks that barely covered his body, revealing his thick chest muscles, exuded a masculine scent and physique that made my heart race.
Afraid of being discovered by him, I quickly left the poolside, but couldn't help asking Zhang Ma to invite him to dinner. Sigh! In the past ten years, I've never hesitated or faltered in making any major decisions at the company, yet this time I was so incompetent.
"Aunt Yang, is something on your mind? Now that Zhihao is more skilled at his work, he can help you relieve some of your burdens. You should be much more relaxed now!"
How shameful! Today, Ruoyao was no longer as anxious and flustered as yesterday, yet she herself was still immersed in the boundless abyss of desire, her heart still pounding wildly. "Yes! I used to be so busy, and now that I have free time, I really don't know how to pass the time."
"Once Zhihao comes back from his honeymoon, Yang's mother can let go and travel around the world, enjoying life."
"Traveling around is very tempting, but after a while, it gets quite lonely by myself. So, I should thank you for coming to have dinner and chat with me. I was just afraid you would find having dinner with Yang's mother boring."
Thinking about asking Ruoyao to keep her company, besides eating and chatting, there seemed to be a shy expectation deep in her heart. For no reason, she recalled the boy who was both refined and wild last night, how he had filled the long-standing physical and psychological emptiness and loneliness with his gentle yet domineering courage during their lovemaking. Why, ever since that midnight hallucination, have endless thoughts lingered?
"No, Aunt Yang has such a rich life experience. I can learn so much from chatting with her over dinner. Besides, she's so beautiful, and her voice is so lovely. Especially today, the way she blushed, she looked like a beautiful young girl. I look forward to having dinner with her every day!"
No matter how beautiful a woman is, she still needs a man's praise. Teasing Aunt Yang at the right time, seeing her beautiful face blush with shy charm, is truly pleasing to the eye! It's always better to make her heart flutter than to keep her heart as still as water.
"Ruoyao, you're so naughty, always teasing me. You have such a sweet tongue, you must be good at deceiving girls and have many girlfriends!" She complained, but her heart was filled with sweetness. It felt like she had returned to the era when young girls' feelings were always poetic, twenty years ago. But when she thought about the absurd desires of last night behind this feeling of love, her heart couldn't help but burn again, and her fluctuating emotions lingered for a long time.
Upon seeing Yang's mother's shy demeanor again, Ruoyao, despite having just experienced a nocturnal emission before arriving, couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his lower body and a burning erection. If his goal hadn't been to gradually arouse her deepest desires and feelings, tearing away her mask of noble goddess-like pretense, simply gazing upon the boundless allure of this stunning beauty before him would have been enough to make him lose his reason.
Forcibly suppressing his rising lust was painful, but the thought of teasing this woman, who had remained chaste for ten years and whom he had once revered like a goddess, until she was flustered, actively seeking pleasure, and surrendering to his large penis, made today's suppressed lust worthwhile.
Moreover, teasing Yang's mother from time to time, seeing her blushing, heart-pounding, and incredibly shyly alluring appearance, was already an immense pleasure. Stealing hearts and hunting for beauty—first stealing hearts, then hunting for beauty—he needed to be patient and carefully consider his next tactic. To gradually ignite Yang's mother's long-suppressed primal desires and dismantle her deeply ingrained moral compass, one absolutely could not rush things; opportunities for attraction and physical intimacy had to be created slowly.
"I'm going into my third year of university this summer, but I don't even have a girlfriend yet. So, besides working part-time, all I can do this summer is study and sleep," Ruoyao said, deliberately pausing his teasing after deciding to take it slow, his tone tinged with regret.
Hearing Ruoyao say he didn't have a girlfriend, a flicker of joy rose in her heart. Seeing him stop rambling, her chaotic emotions calmed slightly. "You female classmates really have no taste! A handsome, dashing, and extraordinary young man like Ruoyao, and you don't even know how to seize the opportunity!" She couldn't help but laugh after saying this, adding, "You say I'm pretty, I say you're handsome—it's like a self-praise peddler!"
The situation had progressed beyond her expectations; before today, she had never imagined she could chat and laugh so easily with Yang's mother in such a relaxed and natural atmosphere.
"Ruoyao, you swim so fast! Are you confident in the competition?"
"No, the competition is just for fun. The main thing is to develop a habit of exercise and keep my body fit. Does Mrs. Yang swim?"
"I've always been afraid of water and don't really like sports."
"Such a nice swimming pool, it would be a waste not to use it! I can teach you."
"Oh! No, no, I'm too old to learn to swim, people will laugh at me." He had just been thinking about how to create an opportunity for attraction and physical intimacy,
and now this was a perfect chance. If he could persuade Mrs. Yang to learn to swim, he could not only admire her stunning figure and perfect curves, but also showcase his own strong physique honed through swimming. Perhaps this would even seduce the beautiful woman who had long lacked male affection. Plus, the inevitable physical contact during the teaching process would be a fantastic opportunity. Yes, no matter what, he had to succeed in persuading her.
"Aunt Yang, from a medical point of view, exercise can help you stay young, and swimming is the best exercise. Besides, Aunt Yang is beautiful and has a great figure. If Aunt Yang goes to the pool, I guarantee she'll attract everyone's attention."
"Ruoyao, you're being dishonest again, making fun of me," Aunt Yang said with a laugh. "
Aunt Yang, I'm not lying. I haven't seen a single girl prettier than you at the pool all summer. And learning to swim is actually very simple, especially with my experienced instructor. One-on-one instruction will guarantee you learn quickly. When Zhihao and Ruyu come back and see Aunt Yang swimming like a mermaid, I guarantee they'll be shocked!" Ruoyao used his silver tongue to persuade them.
"Aren't you ashamed to boast about being a famous teacher? But I've always lacked athletic ability, so I'm sure I won't be a good student. If I can't learn, wouldn't that ruin your reputation as a famous teacher?" Mrs. Yang said with a coquettish smile.
Sensing a hint of interest in Mrs. Yang's hesitation, Ruoyao knew he had to press on and encourage her,
or he might miss this golden opportunity. "Everyone should develop a habit of at least one sport in their lifetime to maintain health and youth. Of all sports, swimming is the best choice because you can swim whenever you want without having to ask friends for company like with other sports. Plus, swimming is better than jogging because it's almost injury-free. And with a pool at home, it's incredibly convenient!" Ruoyao said eagerly and sincerely.
"You make it sound so good. It would be a shame not to learn, but you have to protect me. You can't let me swallow water, okay?"
Hearing Mrs. Yang's agreement and seeing her shy, hesitant expression, tinged with a hint of fear of being hurt, he felt a surge of joy, as if he had just won the lottery.
"Then starting tomorrow, at 5:30 PM, the sun won't be too strong, so you won't get tanned, and the water temperature will be warm enough. Is that alright?" Ruoyao couldn't help but issue a command.
"Teacher, can we postpone it by one day? I still need to buy a swimsuit."
Hearing Yang's mother deliberately call herself "teacher" and then use a coquettish tone to bargain, their eyes met, and the two couldn't help but burst into laughter, the joyful atmosphere reaching its peak.
I arrived at Yang's house an hour earlier than the agreed-upon start time. Zhang Ma opened the door and let me in. Yang's mother's luxury Bens 600 was already parked in the garage. Was Yang's mother trying on a swimsuit right now?
If she wore a bikini to learn to swim, would I get a nosebleed and be unable to teach? Suppressing these fantasies, I went to the pool first and swam a few laps to let Yang's mother experience the comfort of swimming. Maybe that would strengthen her resolve to learn.
At 5:30 sharp, Mrs. Yang appeared at one end of the pool. Although she wasn't wearing a bikini as she had imagined, the highly elastic, pale yellow one-piece swimsuit still perfectly showcased her shapely and voluptuous figure.
The novel, flowing design featured thin shoulder straps and a high slit at the waist, making her full breasts seem about to burst out. Her slender yet supple waist accentuated her pert, rounded hips, and her jade-like, shapely legs appeared even more slender and proportionate. At the part of her legs, the mysterious triangle area bulged slightly, particularly alluring and suggestive. Ruoyao stared, drooling, his eyes fixed on the noble fairy, like a goddess reincarnated, as she walked step by step to the poolside.
Seeing Ruoyao's glazed eyes, brazenly and aggressively surveying her breasts and legs, she realized that she had never exposed so much of her precious body to any man other than her husband.
Now, exposed to this young man twenty years her junior, her face flushed. Yet, the unreserved admiration in his eyes filled her with pride, knowing that even past forty, her looks and figure still held a certain allure for men.
Lowering her head, she said reservedly yet excitedly, "Hello, teacher. Is class about to begin?"
It wasn't until the stunning beauty reached the poolside and uttered her melodious voice that Ruoyao seemed to snap out of her reverie, remembering her task for the day. She couldn't help but sincerely exclaim, "Aunt Yang, you're absolutely gorgeous!"
Hearing Ruoyao's unreserved and direct praise, Jiaxin said shyly, "How can you look at someone like that? It's like you're about to devour them."
"Aunt Yang, don't blame me! You're truly beautiful, even more captivating than I imagined."
Hearing Ruoyao's praise again, and wondering if the phrase "even more captivating than I imagined" implied that this young man, like herself, fantasized about her sexually.
Thinking of this, the young man's already intense gaze seemed to become even more aggressive, like a sharp blade plucking at his already pounding heartstrings. Recalling the madness of that night, his face flushed red, and he said shyly,
"You haven't seen enough yet! We still have several days to learn."
The thought of this cold, elegant, and noble goddess, wearing a swimsuit that perfectly showcased her beautiful figure, standing before him and flirting with him, filled Ruoyao with immense joy. She finally calmed down, realizing she had several days to gradually warm up and didn't need to be too hasty.
"Come on! Let's do some warm-up exercises!"
Following her instructions, her beautiful body became even more vivid and alluring with each twist and swing of her arms. The extended movements of raising her arms and standing on tiptoe highlighted her full breasts and shapely buttocks. As she bent over, her deep cleavage was faintly visible. Standing opposite Yang's mother, guiding the movements, Ruoyao was thoroughly entertained, yet she also forced herself to endure the intense discomfort.
"Come on, let's go in the water."
"Ruoyao, I'm afraid of water, you have to protect me!"
"Don't be afraid, we'll start in the shallow end. You'll be fine once you stand up. We'll learn to hold our breath underwater, sink down and then stand up, inhaling through our mouths when we come out." After much effort, they finally had their first physical contact. Holding Yang's mother's soft little hand, they walked step by step into the pool.
"Don't worry, I'll hold your hand. If you can't hold your breath, just pull me up. Take a deep breath, sink down, stand up, like that, it's very simple, isn't it? Come on, it's your turn to do it." Ruoyao explained and demonstrated.
Seeing Yang's mother holding her hand tremblingly, obediently following instructions like a primary school student, Ruoyao suddenly felt that the difference in status between Yang's mother and herself was no longer so great, and that she was just a weak woman who needed her protection. With this thought, the swimming teacher's role became more comfortable and authoritative.
"Very good, very good. Come on, do it a few more times and you won't be afraid."
"You did very well. I'm letting go now. Do it a few more times on your own, don't be afraid!"
Hearing Ruoyao say she was going to let go and let her practice, she felt a little flustered and nervous. She also felt that Ruoyao's gentle and considerate care just now was a reassuring pill. Thinking of the past ten years, she hadn't had a man to rely on, and a shy feeling of love rose up for no reason. How embarrassing! She quickly calmed herself down and began to do it tremblingly.
"Aunt Yang, you learned so quickly and so well! Isn't it simple?"
Hearing the praise from the boy who had been troubling her for days, Jiaxin's face flushed slightly, and she said coquettishly,
"It's so scary!" "
Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a bit?"
"No, thank you!"
"Okay, then let's learn the second move, the jellyfish float. Watch me demonstrate first. Sink into the water, tuck your legs in towards your chest, hug your legs tightly with your hands, relax your whole body, and your body will naturally float up. When you can't hold your breath anymore, release your legs with your hands, push the water with your hands, and stand up."
Feeling that this move was much more complicated and difficult than the previous one, Jiaxin couldn't help but feel scared. "It's so hard! I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."
"Come on, don't be afraid. I'll demonstrate a few more times. Hold your breath and sink into the water to see clearly. When you do it, I'll sink into the water to protect you." Ruoyao said with a gentle yet slightly authoritative tone.
After watching a few times, she seemed to understand, but she could only try to do it as a last resort. The first part of the movement was alright; her body really did float around in the water. But she was about to run out of breath, and in her haste to stand up, she let go of her feet and tried to stand up, but she forgot to press her hands into the water. She stumbled, lost her balance, and swallowed a mouthful of water.
Seeing Yang's mother's predicament, Ruoyao rushed to pull her up, but the drowning person's hands were flailing wildly. Ruoyao couldn't reach Yang's mother's hands, but his large hand swept down onto her full breasts. He quickly put his hands around her slender waist and lifted her up.
After Jiaxin's upper body surfaced, she gasped for breath. Whether from choking or from the boy's large hand touching her delicate breasts, her face flushed red, and she scolded,
"Ruoyao, you're so naughty!"
Ruoyao was still reveling in the wonderful feel of Yang Mama's full breasts when he heard her coquettish complaint. He was unsure whether she was blaming him for his inadequate rescue or for his careless grabbing. Remembering his duty as a "lifeguard," he quickly reached out and gently placed his hands on Yang Mama's snow-white arms, helping her stabilize her swaying body and shaken mind in the water.
Ruoyao stood close to her, looking down at the frightened Yang Mama, who was still panting heavily. Her full breasts rose and fell, displaying incredibly alluring curves. Her white pectoral muscles and deep cleavage were so close to his eyes. Although they were in the cool pool, his penis was still aroused by this rare sight, and he longed to embrace that beautiful and alluring body and caress it tenderly.
At this moment, all she could say, in a daze, was,
"Aunt Yang, I'm sorry! I scared you. Let's rest for a bit!" Whether she was apologizing for not protecting her properly or for grabbing around haphazardly, that was left to her own judgment to avoid embarrassment.
"Mm!" Jiaxin replied softly, her delicate figure led by Ruoyao to the shore. The pool water condensed into glistening droplets on her smooth, delicate skin. Her face, like a lotus emerging from the water, was still flushed. Fortunately, she pretended to cough violently, which served as the best cover for her burning cheeks. Otherwise, the throbbing sensations coming from her sensitive breasts, touched by the man's large hands, might have been completely exposed.
Humans are strange, especially when they're lost in daydreams and longings. Just the sight of Ruoyao's gaze on that spot makes it feel intensely hot, as if it's melting. Not to mention the long-lost stimulation from his strong, powerful hands touching her chest—it's far more wonderful than any caress she might have felt herself. The attraction between a man and a woman has an added electric shock sensation.
This naughty boy, whether intentionally or accidentally, seems to have touched her in a moment of panic. Judging from the bulge in his swim trunks, he must be a little aroused too! Sigh! Why do my thoughts keep wandering to this embarrassing place whenever I'm with Ruoyao? Could it be that I'm really infatuated with this young, handsome boy, indulging in his words and actions? Why does this electric shock sensation make my heart flutter and leave me so captivated?
"Mrs. Yang, I'm sorry! I'll be more careful to protect you!" Ruoyao's eyes shone with youthful passion, fearing that Mrs. Yang would blame him for not protecting her properly and refuse to let him continue.
"Hmm! I can't entirely blame you, I was too flustered. But you have to protect me well from now on, and you can't let me swallow water again," Jiaxin said in a coquettish tone.
"Okay! I'll be more careful," Ruoyao promised happily when he heard that Yang's mother was still willing to continue learning.
Moreover, Yang's mother didn't seem to blame him for his "indecent behavior," so he could be more natural and bold with physical contact during the lesson. So he came up with a plan, "Let's not learn the jellyfish float today, let's change the pace and learn freestyle paddling and kicking first." Pacing was fine, but if he didn't know how to float and had to learn kicking, he would inevitably have to use his hands to support Yang's mother's lower abdomen and thighs to keep her body floating on the water.
The wonderful feeling of touching Mrs. Yang's full breasts and her arms embracing her slender waist was still deeply etched in my mind. As long as Mrs. Yang was willing to learn, there should be many more opportunities for physical intimacy during the at least one week of training. With just a little teasing at the right time, I don't believe this long-deprived widow wouldn't be flustered and aroused. If I could just hold back, perhaps Mrs. Yang would be the first to succumb to her desires and take the initiative to seek pleasure.
In the steamy bath, my slightly sore body after swimming was comfortably enjoying the gentle massage of the water, but my chaotic thoughts troubled my body, which desperately needed relaxation.
What is it that people pursue in this world? I graduated from school, and my twentieth birthday had just passed. My girlish feelings were always poetic and romantic. Before I could even finish weaving beautiful fantasies, I married Guodong according to my parents' wishes. Looking back on the road I had traveled, it was uneventful. Guodong had been quite kind to me when he was alive and had provided me with ample financial support.
But his extremely reserved personality failed to ignite any romantic feelings. Even sexual relations seemed merely a routine, a necessary obligation to continue the family line. Then Zhihao and Ruyu were born, and then Guodong passed away. Where was the joy in life? These
past few days with Ruoyao have been the most interesting. Listening to Ruoyao's detailed descriptions of the vibrant youth on campus is incredibly enticing. Chatting with Ruoyao is so relaxing and enjoyable, unlike conversations with Zhihao and Ruyu, which always carried the pressure of expecting their children to succeed, or business negotiations filled with cunning and maneuvering.
Youth is wonderful; it's all about the unbridled vitality of life and the exuberance of youth. As for myself, my own youthful dreams seem to have remained only as deep-seated ideas, never becoming beautiful drawings on the canvas. It's truly unfortunate! Life, which didn't have time to fully flourish, has already faded into the twilight of its prime. Even in the twilight of life, we should still write a final, brilliant chapter in the blank spaces of our lives!
Thinking about learning to swim today was truly crazy. I've always been afraid of water and lazy when it comes to exercise, but when Ruoyao mentioned teaching me to swim, why did I feel both reluctant and eager, even setting aside most of the day to buy so many swimsuits? Why,
when I was swallowing water and choking on it during lessons, did I willingly and even happily follow Ruoyao into the water after a short rest? Was it really just about learning to swim well and cultivating an interest and habit in sports, or was it about wanting to hold onto more of the beautiful time spent with Ruoyao, this big boy?
Why, when Ruoyao's large hands touched my full breasts and supported my soft abdomen, did I feel a brief moment of shyness followed by a seemingly enjoyable physical contact
? Is this ambiguous situation intentionally created by Ruoyao, or is it my desire to fill the void of my lost youth, my subtle teasing of Ruoyao between a man and a woman? Why did you, you little devil, intrude into my long-closed heart, causing me such distress yet also filling me with anticipation?
But at this moment, I no longer want to withdraw from this game of desire, for only in the subtle flirtation between words and actions between men and women can I feel that there is still longing and dreams in my life.
Jiaxin changed into a black swimsuit with a three-dimensional cut today. The swimsuit first crossed in a loop at the neck, then flowed down to cover her breasts, and finally crossed again to wrap around her pert and round buttocks. The swimsuit used very little material, and her full, white breasts, except for the peaks, were so large and round that they almost seemed to burst out, and her small and exquisite navel was very sexy and charming.
Ruoyao looked in disbelief at this stunning beauty who so generously displayed her extremely beautiful body before him. Yesterday he had already feasted his eyes, but today this super beauty had amazed him even more, and his eyes almost shot fire.
"Mrs. Yang, only your great figure can bring out the design quality of this swimsuit. The swimsuit company should hire you as their spokesperson."
"You naughty boy, you don't even work properly at the pool, you're just peeking at pretty girls." "
Mrs. Yang, being a lifeguard is sometimes just a backup plan, it's really boring, you can't help but dart around. But after seeing Mrs. Yang's stunning face and figure, this summer's part-time job will definitely be boring, because there won't be any more eye-catching surprises."
"You naughty boy, hurry up and teach us, you're always talking nonsense," Jiaxin said in a tone that was both reproachful and amused.
"Aunt Yang, if you wear a bikini to the pool, I guarantee everyone will stop in their tracks. The men will stare in disbelief, and the women will look on with envy and jealousy. Then you'll know I'm not just talking nonsense."
"No way! That's too embarrassing."
Continuing with the jellyfish float and freestyle swimming and water skiing she hadn't finished yesterday, Jiaxin, who doesn't exercise often, was completely exhausted and unable to move when the class ended. The hot water massage from last night couldn't relieve the soreness accumulated from overexertion. She could only sit lazily on a poolside lounge chair and whine,
"Ruoyao, I'm so tired! My back aches, my limbs are weak, I can't move. Can I rest tomorrow?"
"Aunt Yang, this is because you don't exercise much. Let me give you a massage to relieve the fatigue. You can also take a hot bath tonight, and you won't feel sore tomorrow."
"No, no!" Although the two of them had had quite a bit of physical contact in the pool these past two days, that situation was more natural. Now, hearing Ruoyao offer to massage her, no matter how much she longed for the wonderful feeling of skin-to-skin contact, the thought of wearing such a revealing swimsuit and having her body exposed to this young man made Jiaxin subconsciously refuse.
"Aunt Yang, it's okay. As swimmers, we know which swimming strokes cause which parts to ache. Sometimes when we participate in competitions, there are too many events. After each event, we have to massage each other to relax, and it's best to do it immediately. Otherwise, you'll be sore for several days, and our swimming lessons might be canceled."
Thinking of Aunt Yang's delicate and smooth skin, which would be very tempting to massage, and coupled with the rare breakthrough in intimacy, Ruoyao persuaded Aunt Yang with special anticipation.
On one hand, her whole body ached so much she couldn't move; on the other hand, she didn't know why she couldn't resist the boy's eager gaze. Perhaps deep down, there was a hint of unspeakable shyness, a longing for closer contact with this young man of her dreams, to enjoy that unspeakable, alluring pleasure. Jiaxin blushed and nodded shyly.
"Aunt Yang, then lie down properly. Some areas will be a little sore when you massage them, so you'll have to bear with it."
Under the afterglow of the setting sun and the colorful clouds in the sky, lay a stunningly beautiful woman. Her backless swimsuit cleverly accentuated her beautiful curves. Her back was well-proportioned, smooth and glossy, her slender waist and full hips were exquisitely shaped, and her round, high, beautiful buttocks formed a beautiful and moving arc with her long, slender legs.
Although she was just lying there quietly, she exuded an extraordinary allure, making one's blood boil. Ruoyao stretched out his trembling hands and began massaging her slowly, starting from her shoulders. He used all his strength, gradually increasing the pressure. Jiaxin cried out in pain, her muscles tensing instantly. "Aunt Yang, relax. It will hurt a little, but it will be fine in
a moment." Thinking about lying almost naked in front of the man, Jiaxin found it difficult to immediately accept being watched and touched by him. A breeze swept by, bringing a chill to her heart, and goosebumps rose on her sensitive skin. "Ruoyao, I'm cold! Please cover me with a towel, okay?"
Although it was a pity to miss the chance to feast his eyes, it was for the best. After all, it wasn't time to reveal everything yet. If he continued to look at this incredibly alluring body, he feared he might succumb to his impulses and ruin his original plan. With a hint of regret, he picked up the large towel placed aside and covered Jiaxin's incredibly alluring buttocks and jade-like legs.
After massaging Jiaxin's fair, lotus-root-like arms, he gradually moved down to her waist and back, first kneading and pressing, then patting. Her smooth, fair skin flushed slightly from the massage, giving him a thrilling feeling. Finally, he kneaded her shapely buttocks and thighs, which were still alluring despite being covered by a towel, sometimes gently kneading, sometimes patting harder.
Jiaxin trembled slightly involuntarily, making soft moaning sounds. She thought with relief that there was a towel covering her, otherwise, it would be incredibly embarrassing for a woman's precious buttocks to be kneaded and rubbed by a man. But that's what massage is all about, so why did she agree to massage her just now?
Thinking of this, the ecstatic image of her and Ruoyao's lovemaking that night replayed in her mind, and the indescribable throbbing deep in her heart instantly intensified. Suddenly, Ruoyao's strong hands on her buttocks and thighs seemed to send waves of electricity through her, giving her an unprecedented tingling and comforting feeling. She couldn't help but moan softly and sweetly.
"Aunt Yang, is it okay? Does it feel good?"
Jiaxin, who had just been lost in her daydreams, feeling a slight warmth and wetness in her private parts and wanting Ruoyao to massage her a little longer, suddenly heard the sound. Her whole body heated up, and her face flushed. To hide her embarrassing state, she could only let out a soft "Mmm!" and remained lying motionless on the deck chair.
"Then I'll massage you after swimming from now on, and you won't feel sore the next day."
In the following days, Jiaxin changed into a different swimsuit every day, presenting her beautiful body to him in different styles. The only thing missing was the three-piece bikini that she had long fantasized about, the one that would heat up the pool water. While feasting his eyes, he could also occasionally let his hands wander over the mature and beautiful body, enjoying the beauty's blushing and heart-pounding moments, and the endless charm that arose from her desire.
This game of lust between a man and a woman became more and more exciting and fun. It was just a matter of who could resist the temptation and ask for love first.
"Mrs. Yang, you're learning so fast and so well! Aside from a little difficulty breathing, you can already swim 10 or 20 meters in one go. In a couple more days, you'll truly be a mermaid in the swimming pool!"
"I have to thank you so much, my renowned teacher. Thankfully, I didn't tarnish your reputation. Ruoyao, you're my swimming teacher. Don't call me Mrs. Yang anymore, just call me by my name. Do you know my name?"
"Yes, I once saw a feature article about Mrs. Yang in a business magazine. I remember the title was 'The Stunning Female CEO—Michelle Reis,' the same name as that actress who's known as the 'Miss Hong Kong among Miss Hong Kongs.'"
"Actually, I don't want any titles. President, chairman, etc., are not what I want. If Mr. Yang hadn't died early and Zhihao hadn't been so young, why would I have to work so hard to maintain this huge business? Ten years is long enough, so after Zhihao retired from the military, I didn't want to manage it anymore. I handed it over to him. I just want to be myself again, like now, learning to swim, with you, my little teacher and handsome young man, accompanying me and making me happy.
These past few days have been the most relaxed and carefree in the past ten years, without any other unnecessary worries. Apart from a few elders, no one has called me 'Jiaxin' for a long time. You are my swimming teacher, so it's perfectly proper to call me by my name.
You've made me feel old by calling me 'Mama Yang'! Remember! In the pool, I am the student and you are the teacher, so you should call me by my name directly. Come on, try it once." Mrs. Yang spoke seriously and sincerely at first, but then turned shy and coquettish, as if she were flirting with her lover.
Hearing Yang's mother's attempt to close the distance between them, and her implicitly affectionate confession, Ruoyao clearly sensed the loneliness and vulnerability of this goddess-like beauty. His strategy of looking down on adults, and his timely and opportune flirting, had somehow made her see him as a kindred spirit, someone she confided in and longed for. The beauty had fallen for him, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, wanting to cherish her.
"Jiaxin, I'm so sorry for always eating and drinking here after swimming. I just got paid today, so let's take a day off tomorrow. No swimming, I'll take you to Qingshui Gaomei Wetlands to see birds, catch crabs, and watch the sunset. Then we'll go to Taichung Harbor for seafood, and then take a walk at Tunghai University to see the night view. There's a very romantic and atmospheric coffee shop in the art district, we can go for coffee together. Okay?"
"Okay! Okay! I haven't had a relaxing drive like this in ages!" Like a young girl accepting her lover's first date, Jiaxin made no attempt to hide her excitement.
Tomorrow is Qixi Festival again. Even the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can meet once a year to ease their longing, but for ten years I haven't even had someone to confide in. Is my fate even worse than the Weaver Girl's? Year after year, youth fades quickly, how long can my naturally beautiful appearance last? "
In the season of beautiful flowers, I meet you again, Ruoyao! Cherish the flowers while you can," you might understand the infinite longing of an aging woman for her fleeting youth in the world of desire. Don't think of me as a proud, aloof white lotus, I am a fragrant peony, yearning for someone to play with my delicate petals, to pluck and admire me. I don't want to be a withered, lifeless flower, I want to enjoy the last
moments of brilliance before everything fades into silence. A surge of emotions wells up within Jiaxin. Why, since that night, has this inner demon taken root? Every time I think of you, I can't control the overwhelming surge of shameful desire, wanting to throw myself into your arms and be gently loved.
Sometimes I try to restrain myself, but the more I sink, the harder it is to extricate myself. Ruoyao! Why don't you be more domineering and proactive? Why do you have to helplessly struggle between the two extremes of propriety and lust?
Ruoyao! Do you know how much I longed for you to hold my waist and lean on me more when you gently and tenderly held my hand as we walked along the wet beach at dusk the night before last? Do you know how shyly I hoped that when you looked at me with those magical eyes in the romantically lit café, I would give you a hug, a deep kiss, and even do whatever you wanted when you took me home? Why
did it all end up like a dream without a trace? You just casually said to me, "Goodnight, see you tomorrow!" Could it be that I, like a goddess, have feelings for you, but you are unmoved?
It can't be! These past few days, seeing you intentionally or unintentionally touch my body in the pool, and how you tried to suppress your rising desire during the massage, I must be very attractive to you. The anxiety and uncertainty are turning into a kind of torment, eroding my remaining composure bit by bit. I don't care anymore, I can't bear this unbearable longing and waiting any longer.
Tomorrow, on this special day, I've decided to openly confess my love to you, begging for your affection. Ruoyao, you probably understand my awkward and embarrassed feelings, and know the anxiety of unrequited love.
"Jiaxin, why do you seem so distracted today? Is something on your mind?"
"Ah! I have some things to take care of tomorrow afternoon. Could we skip the swimming lesson for the day, and you come over for dinner tonight, okay?" Although it was just a few ordinary words, the thought of the unwavering determination behind them made my heart race and my cheeks burn.
"Okay, then I'll go home first!"
Hearing Ruoyao's agreement, my anxiety subsided slightly. Ruoyao probably really didn't have a girlfriend, otherwise he wouldn't have no other dates for Valentine's Day.
But when he comes to dinner tomorrow, will he sense her hints and proactively ease her embarrassment? Or will he be like a clueless goose, waiting for her to make the first move? If that's the case, can she even bring herself to say it? What if she embarrassingly confesses and he backs out at the last minute? What will she do then? She can only
silently endure the helplessness of being anxious and ashamed to speak, a feeling that overwhelms Jiaxin, who is seen as a strong, independent woman by outsiders, bringing her to tears. Why did this energetic, handsome young man have to barge into her long-closed heart when she was at her loneliest and most passionate, bringing her so much struggle and distress?
Why is it that she, a mature woman with extraordinary achievements, is so easily seduced and utterly defeated by a boy half her age! And she has to secretly weep in the middle of the night, worried that she won't be able to find solace and affection from this cursed star in her life.
Why didn't Jiaxin want to swim today? These past few days, their dinners together had become routine, so why was she specifically reminding him? Why did Jiaxin blush and blush so shyly during such a simple conversation? What was so special about her? Ruoyao pondered this for
a while, then suddenly a lightbulb went off. Tomorrow was the annual Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day). Could it be that this noble and stunningly beautiful woman wanted to spend this romantic day with him? Right, Zhihao and Ruyu would be returning in a few days, and opportunities for them to be alone together like this wouldn't be many more. Even on this particularly thought-provoking day, it was time to bring this "heart-stealing and beauty-hunting" plan to its final conclusion.
These past few days at the swimming pool, Jiaxin had changed into a different swimsuit every day, selflessly presenting her beautiful body to him, seeking his praise. Could this be considered a hint of "a woman dresses up for her lover"?
Watching her go from shyly letting him hold her hand and support her waist, to letting his hands massage her noble body, coupled with her occasional blushing, shy, and alluring gaze, was captivating. His verbal and physical seduction over the past few days should have been effective; this beautiful woman must be struggling internally.
Like dry tinder igniting a raging fire, he would let it ignite into a blazing inferno tomorrow. How could he possibly make up for the immense repression of the past few days without taking this noble goddess to bed and
making love to her? He rang the doorbell, and to his surprise, Jiaxin answered the door herself. He had intended to hide the carefully prepared bouquet of roses and chocolates behind his back as a surprise, but it was too late. "Why are you answering? Is Aunt Zhang busy? These are for you! I hope you like them!"
Seeing the boy whose heart she loved handing her these red roses and chocolates, a symbol of love, Jiaxin's anxieties from the previous night were relieved. She exclaimed joyfully without any attempt to hide it, "Ah! Thank you!" Her shy demeanor was no different from that of a young woman deeply in love. Over the past decade, she had received countless expensive orchids and precious gifts from the business world, but none had ever made her as thrilled as this bouquet of red roses from her dream lover.
Jiaxin, already stunningly beautiful in her day, was now even more radiant with her meticulous grooming. Her exquisitely beautiful face, like a flower eclipsing the moon or a fish sinking to the bottom of a lake, exuded a graceful, poetic charm, radiating the allure of a mature woman.
Her delicately arched eyebrows and bright, sparkling eyes made her even more captivating than usual. A vibrant red lip gloss accentuated her beautiful features, and a jade hairpin adorned her high-swept hair. She was a dignified and stunning classical beauty standing before one's eyes.
A silver, low-cut, spaghetti-strap dress with gold lace detailing perfectly showcased her slender, curvaceous figure. Her half-exposed breasts were firm and round, a breathtaking sight, with a single, exquisitely crafted diamond adorning her crystal-clear, undulating bosom, creating a captivating focal point.
Sparkling diamond earrings dangled from her delicate earlobes, accentuating her ethereal beauty. She wore LV peep-toe heels, her slender, fair feet adorned with ten exquisitely beautiful, delicate toes.
Seeing Jiaxin's delighted expression after receiving the roses, and her stunningly beautiful face after her meticulous grooming, Ruoyao immediately understood that Jiaxin's decision not to swim today wasn't due to any urgent business, but rather to free up time to further enhance her already captivating figure.
His plan from last night must have been correct; this usually aloof and elegant goddess had finally decided to create an unforgettable memory with him on Valentine's Day.
Entering the room, soft, melodious music filled the air. The dim lighting enhanced the romantic atmosphere of a candlelight dinner. The gleaming silver tableware on the table was laden with various delicacies—all meticulously prepared for him.
With Jiaxin's keen perception, she should remember that she doesn't have to get up early to study tomorrow. Perhaps she's planning to treat her as the final dish after a romantic Valentine's Day candlelight dinner, indulging in a feast.
Nothing is more alluring than a beautiful woman's affections. She's truly blessed. Through a strategy of subtle manipulation, she has finally conquered this noble goddess, disarming her and offering her stunning body as tribute.
This elegant beauty, who has long suppressed her fiery passion, lacking male affection and unfulfilled desires, will finally abandon the constraints of propriety, shed her mask, and pursue unbridled, wild, primal carnal desire.
The thought of this noble body, hidden beneath her embroidered robes and unseen by any man for ten years, being completely liberated, naked, under her own hands...
The thought of this pure, elegant, and noble body soon being teased and played with by his hands, moaning softly, crying seductively and desperately yielding as his penis thrust into her, filled Ruoyao with a surge of ambition, a desire to conquer the world.
Today, he was determined to utterly destroy her last vestiges of morality, dignity, and shame, to make her body and soul submit to his control, transforming her from an ethereal, otherworldly fairy into a lustful, goddess-like woman fallen to earth.
Seeing Ruoyao's greedy gaze fixed on her from the moment he entered, roaming over her every inch, Jiaxin felt both shy and delighted. All the meticulous grooming and styling she had received throughout the day from her personal beautician had been rewarded by this young man's unreserved, infatuated gaze. Her pretty face flushed red, and she lowered her head, asking reservedly yet excitedly, "Am I pretty?"
Surprised that the shy innocence of a young girl's first love appeared on the face of a mature and sophisticated beauty, Ruoyao couldn't help but stare at her, seeing her flushed cheeks, lowered eyelashes, and indescribable charm.
He praised her with a slightly sentimental yet sincere tone, "You are absolutely gorgeous! None of those actresses known for their beauty can compare to your radiant charm. Hmm, a feast for the eyes!" He then gazed at her beautiful face and mature, alluring figure with unreserved admiration.
From the tender affection in her beautiful eyes, the meticulous preparation for her appearance, and the elaborate arrangements for the banquet, even a fool would know the deep affection behind it all.
Tonight, conquering and ravaging this stunning beauty's delicate body should be no problem at all. Victory was in sight; to expand his gains, he had to proceed gradually, teasing her until she took the initiative to express her love and open her mouth to ask for his unbridled advances.
"Ruoyao, Aunt Zhang has taken leave to go back to her hometown to prepare for the Ghost Festival in July. This is a thank-you banquet I personally prepared for you. Thank you for your patient guidance these past few days. I hope you will like it," said Jiaxin from et Literature in a coquettish tone, trying to win over her lover. Although she knew perfectly well that this was a romantic Valentine's Day special, the proud and aloof goddess was unwilling to surrender easily and wanted to preserve her last bit of dignity.
The seafood dishes were all made with high-quality ingredients, including French matsutake mushrooms and Russian caviar as appetizers, baked live lobster as a side dish, and abalone stewed with six heads as a main course, accompanied by a vintage, valuable French white wine. In addition, the food was personally prepared by the pampered and elegant beauty with her delicate hands. The delicious food and the kind gesture made Ruoyao feel lightheaded and intoxicated.
What moves a man most in this world is the moment when a noble and mature beauty's heart is first stirred. Ruoyao is no exception. Putting aside whether he can eventually get her into bed and make love, just seeing her shy appearance at this moment, where she is clearly aroused but unwilling to admit it, is already incredibly enjoyable. It also adds immense fun to the process of hunting for her. Ruoyao couldn't help but tease her:
"Such a noble and romantic candlelight dinner isn't something you can easily enjoy every day, especially since you cooked it yourself. But no matter how delicious the food is, it pales in comparison to the stunning beauty before me, especially since tonight is a romantic night when a lone man and woman are most easily moved."
Hearing Ruoyao's teasing words, which seemed to see right through her, Jiaxin's already slightly flushed face turned bright red. Even though she was mentally prepared to offer herself to this handsome boy tonight, Jiaxin still felt overwhelmed. Admitting it wasn't right, and denying it wasn't right either. She could only protest with a coquettish expression,
"You just love to talk nonsense, you're so naughty!"
Ruoyao was quite interested in witnessing the charming way this noble goddess, who was trying so hard to maintain her elegance and grace, lost her composure under his teasing. Seeing the shy, girlish face of this middle-aged beauty, her eyes brimming with unspoken affection, he knew he had already stirred her imagination. He deliberately remained silent, allowing the silence to further fuel the ambiguous feelings between them. Sure enough, the beautiful woman, flustered, said sweetly,
"I'm not going to eat, you'll just starve!"
Not wanting to embarrass Jiaxin too much, and besides, with such delicious food before him, he was genuinely a little hungry. Ruoyao considerately pulled out a chair for Jiaxin, and they began to enjoy the elegant and romantic Valentine's Day dinner. Watching Jiaxin's graceful movements and posture while eating, it was sometimes hard to reconcile her with primal, wild desire. Yet tonight, he was forcing himself to blend this extreme image of angel and wanton woman into one.
Delicious food, fine wine, and a beautiful woman—the ambiguous desire between the lonely man and woman gradually intensified amidst tender glances, sips of wine, and flickering candlelight. After a satisfying meal, Shaoliang, with a gentle smile, calmly rose and walked towards the beautiful woman, extending his hands and saying,
"Such beautiful music, such a romantic atmosphere, let's dance."
Looking at Ruoyao approaching with her large, slightly amorous eyes, Jiaxin's heart fluttered. Perhaps it was from the wine, but her fair and delicate cheeks were flushed. In a daze, she was half-forced and gently pulled from her seat, led to the living room furnished with smooth imperial stone. Melodious music began, and the handsome man and beautiful woman danced gracefully.
Wine is an aphrodisiac, and dance is a way to steal a moment of pleasure. Ruoyao's hands gently rested on Jiaxin's slender waist, guiding her soft, boneless body.
Jiaxin, who had initially lowered her head in shyness, glanced up at the somewhat silent Ruoyao, only to see him smiling, seemingly observing her shy and alluring demeanor with a knowing look. Jiaxin was flustered and flustered by his gaze. Two shy blushes rose to her cheeks, and she felt completely lost and feverish.
At this moment, she was no longer the decisive female CEO of a multinational corporation, nor the powerful businesswoman who dominated the business world, but a gentle and affectionate ordinary woman who longed for a man's love. This wretched boy, knowing her shyness and embarrassment, refused to let her off easily. He tightened his arms and pulled her into his embrace, pressing her soft and fragrant body against his.
The elegant, dignified, gentle, and graceful beauty melted under the burning gaze and passionate embrace of her young lover. Her soft body leaned against Ruoyao's broad chest, feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat of Ruoyao, each beat seemingly trying to open the long-closed doors of her heart.
Jiaxin, her mind in turmoil, half-closed her beautiful eyes. Her usually clear and deep gaze was now moist and confused. With each sway of her feet, her pressed bodies gradually warmed as they rubbed against each other, her delicate face flushed like peach blossoms
in March. Ruoyao buried his head in Jiaxin's jade-like neck, the fragrance of her body, like orchids and musk, filling his nostrils. Ruoyao deliberately breathed on and licked her swan-like long, slender neck and her pearly earlobes. A woman's earlobes are naturally sensitive, and under the man's hot breath and teasing lips, they became even more itchy, stimulating Jiaxin's head to tremble and her heart to sway.
This beautiful woman's shy and timid yet submissive demeanor, allowing him to do as he pleased, was incredibly captivating. Her flushed cheeks and alluring charm were utterly irresistible.
This hard-won delicacy shouldn't be wasted on hasty consumption. Ruoyao reached out and removed the elegant hairpin from the goddess's now disheveled hair, letting her cloud-like hair flow naturally over her fair neck, transforming her originally graceful and intellectual attire into a seductive allure.
Ruoyao's hands caressed the beauty's hair, his lips gently nibbling at her delicate earlobe, as he softly asked,
"Tell me honestly, is tonight's dinner a teacher's appreciation feast or a Valentine's Day special in your heart? And is the last dish you, this beautiful and alluring woman, the most delicious thing to eat?"
Hearing Ruoyao's words expose her unfulfilled desires of the past few days, Jiaxin, already somewhat flustered, realized that her thoughts seemed to be under his watchful eye. Ruoyao had finally seen through her inability to withstand the torment of desire over the past few days. Like a child caught doing something wrong, shyness and unease welled up in her heart, and she just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Jiaxin knew perfectly well that she was trapped in her own web, unable to escape. What was infuriating was that Ruoyao, that wicked boy, insisted on using such provocative methods to destroy her last shred of dignity, forcing her to beg for his affection. However, at this moment, the stunning beauty, limp in her lover's arms, trembling like a frightened bird, had already lost all will to resist and was powerless to defy him. She could only murmur shyly, as if in a dream,
"You're right! Stop teasing me!"
This usually domineering and commanding businesswoman, now uttering such shameful words of willing submission, was suddenly overcome with a strange sadness.
In her utter confusion and shyness, glistening tears streamed down her face. Like a lamb awaiting slaughter, her lips trembled slightly, tears welling in her eyes. Despite her burning desire, she dared not act recklessly, her eyes radiating pleading and anxious light, her face flushed with embarrassment, too afraid to move.
For days, Ruoyao, who had been suppressing his primal desires and only seeking to seduce mature women amidst breathtaking beauty, finally saw this noble goddess remove her mask and timidly admit her yearning for love. Ruoyao was both delighted by the success of his plan to steal her heart and filled with immense pity for this fallen, vulnerable, and helpless celestial being.
He gently kissed away the pearls on her face and tightly embraced her exquisitely beautiful and indescribably noble body. Her full, soft body was intoxicating, but what truly stirred his heart was the myriad of emotions swirling within her noble and elegant face, an irresistible allure.
Ruoyao's heart raced, and his penis swelled and hardened. He lowered his head to kiss her bright red lips, which were so soft they stirred his heart. He sucked on them hungrily, his tongue probing her teeth.
At first, the beautiful woman's lips remained tightly closed, still showing some restraint, but under the intruder's forceful penetration, her lips and teeth became a fortified territory. She could only pant and let Ruoyao's nimble tongue roam freely, stirring and licking every corner of her cherry-like mouth.
Before long, Jiaxin gradually shed her shyness, indulging in the passionate kiss between them. Her tongue, no longer under her control, reached out and intertwined tightly with Ruoyao's. This long-deprived beauty opened up in the passionate kiss of her young lover. Her jade hands wrapped around Ruoyao's strong neck, her body limp and weak, yet burning with intense heat.
Jiaxin's mind began to spin, the whole world seemed to have vanished, leaving only the man who had forcibly taken over her lips and tongue, continuously pouring sweet nectar into her sexy little mouth. Her
sensitive breasts pressed tightly against Ruoyao's firm chest, her reason gradually blurred, and the last remaining constraints of propriety in her heart crumbled inch by inch by the prolonged deep kiss. The unique scent of a man wafted over her, fresh and unfamiliar yet long-awaited, a long-lost feeling of shame and joy made her tremble with excitement, her burning desire becoming a raging fire, and she couldn't help but let out a heart-stirring moan. In
that instant, the intoxicating taste she hadn't experienced for many years surged back into her heart, but she was too unfamiliar to respond, and could only let Ruoyao continue to tease her and do as he pleased!
While passionately kissing her, Ruoyao's hands were also busy. His right hand hung down, caressing and gently kneading her round, firm, and elastic buttocks through her gold-embroidered clothes. His left hand rose, stroking her smooth, delicate cheeks, neck, and shoulders.
Occasionally, he twisted his body, squeezing and rubbing her high, soft breasts, while his already hard and erect penis occasionally struck her lower abdomen and inner thighs. Under Ruoyao's multi-pronged assault, the long-deprived beauty trembled and writhed, panting heavily. Her lustful eyes, filled with desire, gave him a reproachful yet reproachful look, her face full of confusion and wantonness. The beauty
's eager and impatient gaze was like a powerful aphrodisiac, arousing Ruoyao to the point of burning desire, unable to stop himself.
Unbeknownst to her, the delicate straps of her gold-embroidered robe had been pulled to the sides. Feeling her impending nakedness, Jiaxin clung desperately to Ruoyao, trying to prevent the robe from slipping down. However, the frail woman, utterly exhausted, couldn't resist the boy's feverish desire. He grasped Jiaxin's shoulders, pushing her away slightly, letting her lotus-root-like, snow-white arms droop. The elegant gold-embroidered robe finally slipped down.
Her curvaceous, slender, and beautiful body was almost entirely revealed to Ruoyao, except for the mysterious, romantic purple strapless bra and matching silk panties, which concealed her high breasts and mysterious valley.
The thin bra supported her full breasts, the two rosy nipples faintly visible, her tender white breasts rippling alluringly with each deep breath. Her full, jade-like breasts, never before exposed beneath her sexy bra, which just days ago could only be glimpsed and fantasized about, now stood proudly before her, ready to be played with at her whim.
The perfectly tailored panties clung to her buttocks, fully revealing the most alluring curves of her mons pubis; the lace design revealed a tuft of soft down. The gates of her vulva were now open to him; this long-dormant secret garden would be revitalized under his cultivation and nourishment.
Ruoyao's left hand tightly embraced the almost naked, weak, and feverishly hot body, while his right hand impatiently grasped one of her full
, jade-like breasts through the bra. The firm, supple, and incredibly elastic sensation between his fingers sent shivers down his spine. His palm gently caressed the peak beneath the bra, circling and kneading it lightly, while two fingers gently pinched and skillfully kneaded the swollen, aroused nipple.
Jiaxin was overwhelmed by the strange sensation emanating from her sensitive nipples, her body throbbing as if being devoured by insects. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her eyes glazed over, and she let out a series of intoxicating moans. Her body was limp and powerless, only managing to stay upright thanks to Ruoyao's firm embrace.
Waves of indescribable tingling pleasure spread rapidly throughout her lower body, and her long-suppressed desire surged forth. Jiaxin tilted her head back, panting heavily, her eyes burning with a fierce fire. Her face flushed, she whispered seductively, as if in a dream,
"Carry me upstairs."
Ruoyao swept her nearly naked, beautiful body across his waist, like carrying a bride, and carried her step by step up to the third floor. For four years, her steps had only reached the jade-like study on the second floor. For four years, she had waited and longed, and today she had finally reached another floor.
It's said that some wealthy people, for security reasons, often build their houses like fortresses, especially their master bedrooms, which are considered impregnable. But even the strongest walls are useless once the defenses crumble. Now, this goddess, lost in passion in his arms, is guiding him to open a forbidden sanctuary untouched by any man for ten years.
The bedroom, occupying the third floor and exceeding twenty square meters, is adorned with an expensive long-haired Persian carpet. Off-white curtains and furniture create a warm and comfortable atmosphere. The most alluring feature, of course, is the knee-sized floral gold brocade bed in the center.
Two matching silk pillows sit on the headboard; upon closer inspection, the pillowcases are embroidered with auspicious patterns of flowers and a full moon. The comfortable bed, the lonely figure—in the dead of night, will this beautiful woman be overcome with sorrow, clutching another pillow and weeping silently?
The thick doors and airtight French windows shut out all the noise and clamor of the outside world. This absolutely safe and private personal fortress was like a heart that had been closed for ten years. Tonight, this stunning beauty, with flushed cheeks, a burning body, and seductive eyes, had finally invited him to be her intimate guest after his conquest, to share with her the most unknown aspects of her soul and body.
He gently placed her on the edge of the bed. In the soft light, her delicate, ivory-like body, white and translucent, was shrouded in a dazzling glow, like a flawless, holy, and noble Venus statue. Especially now, her beautiful face, which should have been ethereal, was filled with spring-like passion and shy anticipation. Ruoyao was so overwhelmed by the sight that he felt dizzy and his mouth went dry. It took him a while to come back to his senses.
Ruoyao removed all his constraints, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and reached out to tidy Jiaxin's slightly disheveled hair, who was tightly closed and dared not move. He said softly,
"Jiaxin, these past few days, you've changed into a different swimsuit every day. I've always hoped that tomorrow you would appear in a breathtaking bikini, but I was disappointed every day. Until today, I finally had the chance to satisfy my desire. You are so beautiful, so moving."
Ruoyao leaned down and gently kissed Jiaxin's fair and smooth forehead and straight, high nose. His hands caressed every inch of her body, which was like a perfect work of art, as if he wanted to imprint the moving curves sculpted by God into his mind through his hands.
His hands gradually moved towards her high mounds, found the hook in the middle of her bra, pulled and released, and the cups bounced to the sides, revealing a pair of firm, trembling, white and tender breasts. Despite knowing this moment would inevitably come, Jiaxin still let out a shy moan, her subconscious reaction causing her to curl up and turn inward, her trembling hands immediately covering her chest to shield herself from the man's predatory gaze.
Her beautiful, plump, white buttocks and slightly curled, rounded legs formed a beautiful and moving arc; even the most perfect sculpture could not capture the vibrant life of this unparalleled beauty. Ruoyao's eyes practically blazed with desire. His fingers twitched, and he forcefully flipped this flawless, jade-like body onto her supine position. At the same time, while the beauty was preoccupied with her hands covering her chest, he removed the last obstacle from her lower body.
This stunning beauty was now completely naked, lying before Ruoyao's eyes. Her once white and smooth body was now flushed with a thin layer of blush from shyness and passion, making her exceptionally beautiful and alluring.
Her private parts were exposed without any cover to her lover. Panicked and disoriented, Jiaxin could only squeeze her shapely legs together, barely concealing her panic. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she let out a soft moan of shame, covering her face with her hands, her beautiful eyes tightly shut, filled with shock and fear, yet utterly helpless.
For ten years, she had held an incredibly high status; never before had she been so toyed with! What could a powerful businesswoman like herself do? What could an elegant and dignified goddess do, succumbing to a moment of lust, now be reduced to a shameful and helpless puppet?
Seeing his usually unapproachable, graceful goddess now naked and vulnerable like a docile kitten, lying before him, awaiting his favor and affection, Ruoyao felt an overwhelming surge of pride.
But this delicious food was hard-won, and he couldn't just waste it by swallowing it whole. Ruoyao continued to admire Jiaxin's exquisite and graceful body with an aggressively burning gaze. Her soft skin was still so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, white with a rosy glow that seemed to flow with light; her high breasts stood firm and did not sag, outlining extremely beautiful and moving curves; her two cherry-red nipples were like freshly peeled chicken heads, or like bright and dazzling rubies.
Her flat and fair abdomen was adorned with a charming and delicate navel, and below her abdomen, a thick and dark pubic hair, like a primeval forest, covered a captivating valley, with only the slightly protruding soft mons pubis faintly visible; her long and shapely jade legs were fair and smooth, with delicate skin. Every part of her body was beautiful, truly a rare masterpiece of God.
Feeling Ruoyao's greedy, burning gaze relentlessly roaming over her naked body, Jiaxin's face flushed crimson, her whole body burning with heat. She felt both anxious and ashamed. This boy knew she craved his indulgence, yet he deliberately tormented her like a cat playing with a mouse, making her feel miserable and embarrassed. But now, she was at his mercy, like a fish on the chopping block, and could only pout and say,
"Haven't you seen enough yet!"
Hearing Jiaxin's anxious and coquettish pout, Ruoyao felt immensely triumphant. She was in a hurry, but he wasn't. At this moment, Ruoyao was like a lion pinning down its prey, ready to pick and choose.
After feasting his eyes, he gently caressed her silky, snow-white skin. Time had left no trace on this stunning beauty who was over forty. He lovingly stroked her, intoxicated by the delicate, smooth texture and immersed in the subtle fragrance of her beautiful body.
A cool night breeze gently caressed her snow-white, full breasts, which grew even firmer under the burning gaze. Her rosy areolas, flushed with her fiery desire, gradually glowed an alluring crimson. At the peaks of her pure, pert breasts, a pair of delicate, translucent nipples stood erect, shy and bashful, like vibrant flower stamens, eagerly awaiting the arrival of ardent admirers.
The vibrant stamens finally attracted the swarms of admirers. Ruoyao's right hand grasped her soft, firm breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, occasionally pinching and rubbing the slightly upturned nipples with two fingers.
At the same time, she lowered her head and gently bit the other delicate nipple, sucking it vigorously like a baby begging for food. Has this towering Mount Everest been untouched for a long time? Have its alluring purple grapes been forgotten? Has it long forgotten the taste of being sucked and nibbled? The
delicate nipples, sucked until soft and pleasurable, caused Jiaxin's brows to furrow slightly, her jade-like face flushed, and her sensual red lips parted slightly, her breath heavy with pleasure as she let out a captivating low moan. Under Ruoyao's wanton manipulation and teasing stimulation, Jiaxin's boneless waist twisted unconsciously, her beautiful face filled with a myriad of irrepressible emotions.
Ruoyao's right hand reluctantly left the firm, elastic breasts, roaming over the smooth skin, unwilling to miss any corner, gliding over the silky smooth, plump abdomen, heading straight for the verdant paradise.
For over a decade, no one had ever visited this private sanctuary. Once invaded by an enemy, the noble goddess, who had been gradually intoxicated by her lover's gentle touch, reflexively arched her body, squeezed her legs together, and cried out in a soft voice, "No!" But at this moment, the gentle boy had become a domineering flower-picking man. His rough palms still covered her most sacred and soft mons pubis, refusing to pull away even a step, and his fingers were skillfully moving rhythmically on her petals.
The stream gushed forth from the ravine, wetting the invading fingers. Ruoyao's middle finger slowly parted the two tightly closed petals and inserted into the secret cave hidden beneath the lush grass. The moment it entered, Jiaxin, who had been trying to maintain a dignified image in front of Ruoyao, instantly collapsed. She reacted violently, shaking her head and twisting her delicate body, and involuntarily moaning from her cherry lips:
"Ah...oh..."
Forced into her jade gate by the boy, penetrating her sensitive and sacred private parts, Jiaxin felt an unbearable anxiety. She wanted to break free from his fingers, but the masculine heat from the palm pressed tightly against her vulva had already made her whole body numb and powerless.
Ten years had passed, and the long-awaited sensual stimulation filled her with a mixture of shyness and anticipation. Ruoyao's techniques were a hundred times bolder and more skillful than Guodong's; his unbridled passion gave her an unprecedented thrill. Although she, with her elegant demeanor, constantly forced herself not to be too unrestrained and lewd, as Ruoyao's fingers kneaded and explored her gradually opening, waves of pleasure spread from her lower body to her entire being. Her tightly closed petals parted slightly, revealing the tender pink labia inside.
A wave of heat surged up from her lower body, and the uncontrollable desire within her finally erupted. With a series of soft moans, streams of lustful fluid gushed from her alluring vulva, soaking the white sheets.
The unbearable tingling sensation made Jiaxin's consciousness float away, losing all sense of time and place. The overwhelming tingling and passion were too much for her to bear; the raging fire of desire burned away any remaining restraint.
Her long-suppressed primal desires had been fully aroused. She gasped for breath, her nimble tongue occasionally licking her slightly parted cherry lips, as if she were starving. Her flushed skin was covered with glistening beads of sweat, her slender waist swayed like a snake, and her shapely, long legs were no longer tightly closed, unconsciously responding to her lover's caresses.
The relentless surge of carnal pleasure assaulted her reason time and again, until finally her lower body unconsciously twisted and thrust, much like a long-deprived woman, her mind filled only with primal desire. Elegance, dignity, and morality were all disregarded by this noble goddess. The unbearable emptiness caused her to abandon all her principles, her eyes gleaming with seductive allure, her voice a seductive cry:
"Ruoyao! Please, stop teasing me! Come quickly, I'm in so much pain!"
"The flower path has never been swept for guests, but today the humble gate is opened for you," the beautiful fairy, graceful and elegant, finally succumbed to her rising desire under his omnipresent seduction. She cast aside the constraints of morality and the pretense beneath her noble mask, inviting him to mount her. Ruoyao felt a surge of imperial conquest, yet he deliberately teased her:
"Jiaxin, is it really okay? Am I dreaming?"
Jiaxin shyly opened her beautiful eyes, overflowing with spring-like passion, her gaze filled with anticipation. She nodded slightly, her heart filled with deep affection, then closed her eyes again, saying coyly,
"You big bad guy, you just love teasing me. I'll do whatever you want."
Hearing the super beauty's undisguisedly seductive words, Ruoyao felt a surge of heat spread from his lower abdomen. He could no longer resist. He first moved Jiaxin's burning body to the center of the bed, then jumped onto her incomparably beautiful body. Her crystal-clear jade body, beautiful face, alluring fragrance, and intoxicating aura made Ruoyao feel as if he were burning with fire, his erect penis swelling and aching.
Ruoyao gently used his knee to pry open Jiaxin's snow-white legs. Her supine body twisted gently, her high breasts heaving rapidly, her whole body exuding an indescribable spring-like aura. Ruoyao raised his erect penis, aiming it at her sexy and alluring vulva. He first gently rubbed it back and forth at the entrance, then thrust it against her rosy clitoris. Her honeyed orifice, unable to withstand the stimulation, continuously released shameful lustful fluids.
Ruoyao's thick penis first pushed in inch by inch, then forcefully thrust it all the way in. Although the opening was narrow and tight, the moist, warm, tender, and elastic vulva still fully swallowed Ruoyao's long penis, completely engulfing it in one go.
For ten years, she had never known the fragrance of a beautiful woman. As his penis forced its way in, a wave of dizziness
washed over her, followed by a soft, mournful cry of "Ah…!" As if unable to withstand the sudden, fierce assault, Jiaxin's delicate brows furrowed, tears streaming down her face, as fragile as a willow in the wind. The boy, who had initially intended to ravage her, felt a surge of tenderness at her sight. He bent down, gently smoothing Jiaxin's disheveled hair with his hands, and whispered,
"I'm sorry, I hurt you."
He gently wiped away the tears on Jiaxin's cheeks, kissed her shy lips, and lightly bit her straight nose, tenderly caring for this stunning beauty who was momentarily flustered.
His erect penis remained inside her warm, moist opening, no longer thrusting, waiting for her to gradually adjust. Under her lover's tender caresses, the slight pain gradually subsided. In the shy and awkward silence, the large, hot, and hard penis between her legs brought a full, throbbing sensation and waves of tingling pleasure. Her misty, tearful eyes slowly transformed into a tender gaze. The long-awaited, intoxicating pleasure ignited all the sexual desire she had suppressed for ten years.
Her passion reignited, and with a soft moan, she unconsciously twisted her body, her slender waist and full hips swaying gently as she enjoyed the tingling pleasure brought by the friction between the penis and her honeyed orifice. At this moment, she was like an alluring, delicate flower, shy and fragile, yet yearning for the nourishment of life.
Ruoyao, of course, understood her current reaction and needs, secretly pleased with himself. He asked knowingly,
"Jiaxin, does it still hurt?"
Jiaxin blushed deeply, "It...it doesn't anymore, but...it's very...it's very itchy inside."
Ruoyao gently nibbled on Jiaxin's delicate earlobe, softly saying, "Then what should we do?" Upon hearing this, Jiaxin was overwhelmed with shame, like a virgin experiencing her first time, unable to answer. Seeing this, Ruoyao stopped teasing and gradually began to thrust slowly, pressing his thick chest against her firm, erect, and incredibly soft breasts, squeezing and rubbing them, feeling incredibly comfortable.
The mature woman's body, long deprived of male affection and unsatisfied, was burning with desire. Under Ruoyao's teasing, rubbing, and gentle thrusting, her delicate nipples hardened, her alluring body writhed violently, her bright red lips parted slightly, uttering intoxicating sounds, her slender waist swaying ecstatically, welcoming the large penis that had penetrated her.
Seeing the noble goddess pinned beneath him, consumed by lust and uttering lewd moans, Ruoyao knew he had drawn her into the passionate frenzy of their lovemaking. His movements, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, his large penis thrusting in and out of her private parts, driving Jiaxin to the brink of ecstasy. Seeing
Jiaxin's wanton appearance, Ruoyao increased the speed and force of his thrusts, a series of powerful strokes penetrating deep into her flesh, striking her sensitive clitoris. Her vaginal fluids overflowed like a burst dam, echoing the relentless slapping of his firm abdomen against her snow-white mons pubis, producing a series of slapping sounds.
For ten years, Jiaxin could only weave erotic fantasies in her dreams or resort to masturbation to barely scratch the itch. Finally, she tasted the long-lost pleasure of intimacy again. Unable to resist the waves of tingling, itchy, and numbing pleasure emanating from her vagina, she breathed heavily and moaned beautifully:
"Ah...so good...ah...so beautiful...ah..."
Ruoyao lifted his upper body, victoriously straddling the beautiful and alluring body, watching the stunning beauty, her cries of pleasure and desperate submission as his massive member lashed out at her. The once aloof and noble goddess was now merely a captive begging for mercy beneath him. The psychological thrill of conquest fueled his thrusts even more vigorously.
The intoxicating pleasure made her brows furrow slightly, and she let out inexplicable moans and groans:
"Ruoyao, be gentle... ah... harder... oh..."
Ruoyao watched as his usually dignified and elegant goddess, after her long-suppressed desires were aroused, became so wanton. His penis thrust in and out forcefully. Her long-neglected garden was still very tight, and each thrust rubbed his penis with great pleasure. Coupled with her moans and pleas for mercy, Ruoyao became even more excited.
Under the relentless pounding of her strong lover, Jiaxin's fair and delicate body became hot, her cheeks flushed, her eyes were languid, and she kept moaning and groaning, intoxicated by the physical pleasure of lovemaking.
Consumed by lust and unbearable thirst, she raised her bent legs high and tightly hooked them around Ruoyao's back, letting her young lover ride on her mature and beautiful body. She fiercely raised her buttocks, twisting wildly in sync with Ruoyao's thrusting hips, completely involuntarily sinking into the surging pleasure of desire.
On the violently shaking Simmons mattress, Jiaxin cried out and moaned with abandon, emitting seductive moans that were both mesmerizing and soul-stirring. Primal lust had triumphed over reason and ethics. Longing for a life of solitude and loneliness, she finally let go and reciprocated Ruoyao's fierce onslaught, as if to satisfy years of pent-up desire all at once.
Full of energy, Ruoyao was no longer satisfied with the normal supine position on the bed; he swept Jiaxin's upper body up in his arms. In her dazed state, Jiaxin suddenly found herself facing Ruoyao, their lower bodies still tightly joined. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her alluring eyes closed shyly, and she dared not move.
He pulled her soft, naked body into his arms, rising from the trembling Simmons mattress. His large, burning-hot penis, combined with the mattress's elasticity, thrust up and down within her tight vagina.
Afraid of slipping, Jiaxin clung to Ruoyao's body like an octopus. Her delicate, firm nipples rubbed against his bare chest muscles with each vigorous thrust. The thrusting of his massive member into her vagina grew increasingly intense, an irresistible pleasure overwhelming her entire being.
She frantically responded, moaning and groaning, her breath coming in gasps of ecstasy. Unable to withstand the overwhelming stimulation, Jiaxin finally let go and cried out,
"Ah...ah...so...so beautiful...uh...oh...ah...I'm flying...flying..." "Ah! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum!"
The penis thrust in and out of her vagina without stopping, covered in sticky vaginal fluid, making obscene noises. She felt her vagina burning hot from the penetration, seeing stars, and her soul almost leaving her body.
Ebb and flow again in the raging sea of desire, extreme pleasure coursed through every limb, an irresistible tingling and itching sensation coursing through her body. Jiaxin arched her slender waist, a heart-stirring moan escaping her nose. A spasm erupted within her, and warm, slippery fluids gushed out like a gushing torrent, scalding the large glans pressing against her clitoris. Ruoyao felt as if he were ascending to heaven, unable to control his unbridled impulses.
After a tremor, his penis released its pent-up ejaculation, a torrent of hot semen forcefully shooting into the dark, deep womb of the noble goddess. Streams of fluids, a mixture of their own and each other's, flowed from deep within, soaking their joined bodies. Overwhelmed by
extreme pleasure and the exhaustion after release, Ruoyao could no longer stand. The two of them, limbs tightly intertwined, collapsed onto the trembling Simmons mattress, simultaneously letting out satisfied and wanton breaths.
After her orgasm, Jiaxin's entire body went limp, but her limbs remained tightly wrapped around Ruoyao like an octopus, keeping his penis inside her vagina.
"Was it good?"
"Mmm..." Jiaxin nestled nestled in the man's strong embrace, her starry eyes slightly open, a hint of spring in her lips, letting out a soft moan, her tone filled with boundless satisfaction and allure, deeply immersed in the unparalleled comfort of her climax. The
carnal climax gradually faded in the cool of midnight, and the moral constraints that were difficult to completely erase surged into her heart again.
Since Guodong's death, she had remained chaste for ten years, so why was she now unable to resist the temptations of her young lover, wantonly accommodating this cursed star in her destiny? Especially since her lover was a young boy about the same age as her son, Jiaxin felt ashamed of indulging her desires and ashamed of her dissolute behavior. Her eyes held a hint of confusion, and she suddenly sighed softly:
"Ruoyao, am I very lewd? Are we committing a crime?"
Ruoyao could sense the struggle and unease in her heart after her passion cooled down. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pressing the two of them tightly together.
"Jiaxin, you've worked so hard for the past ten years. You've toiled away for your career during the day, and then endured the loneliness of solitude after nightfall. Finally, your son is grown up and can take over your mantle. You've fulfilled your heavy responsibilities as a mother without shame." "
But there are still many things in life worth cherishing. You shouldn't bury your life in daily loneliness. A woman at forty is like a flower in full bloom, deserving to be admired and cherished. You are that blooming, beautiful flower, entitled to seek the nourishment and care of those who love and cherish you, so that you may become even more radiant and beautiful. Don't be ashamed! Primal desires are a natural need for you as a mature woman. Food and sex are human nature, and there's nothing wrong with love between men and women."
Hearing Ruoyao's heartfelt defense of her indulgence, Jiaxin's anxious heart calmed down considerably. If even Ruoyao couldn't understand her fear and instead mocked her promiscuity, she would truly die of shame. Fortunately, Ruoyao lovingly exonerated her from the shackles of morality.
She embraced him tightly with tenderness, joyfully accepting this destined soulmate. Her cherry lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, and she said,
"In ten years, I've never been as happy as these past ten days! Life is no longer monotonous; every day is full of surprises. That's why I've been hopelessly seduced by you, this devil." "
Was this amazing journey fun?"
"Mmm!"
Seeing this strong woman's tender, affectionate, and submissive expression, Ruoyao's wild side resurfaced:
"Jiaxin, I feel sticky all over and uncomfortable. Let's take a bath together, okay?"
Jiaxin blushed immediately, lowering her head, neither daring to agree nor refusing, only displaying a shy and submissive expression. Seeing the delicate demeanor of the beauty in his arms, Ruoyao's heart fluttered. He thought that no matter how noble a woman is, once she falls in love, she will lower her pride and become a clingy little bird.
Before Jiaxin could answer, he reached out and scooped her up in his arms, softly asking, "Where's the bathroom?"
Jiaxin blushed with embarrassment, too shy to answer, only pointing her trembling little finger to the right side of the bed. It turned out that, for the sake of the overall bedroom design, the bathroom was cleverly hidden behind an exquisite sliding door next to the wardrobe.
The bathroom, constructed of black and white marble, was at least seven or eight square meters in size. Two marble vanities sat on either side, the shower was equipped with a Swiss-style full-body massage showerhead, and it also featured a steam room, sauna, and jacuzzi—everything one could need. Waterproof high-end speakers were even mounted on the walls. The exquisite and luxurious amenities perfectly reflected the elegance and taste of this stunning female CEO.
A cabinet overflowed with a dazzling array of beauty products, including fruit acid lotion, collagen, and cell-activating serum. No wonder this woman, well past forty, still possessed the alluring beauty of a woman in her thirties and the flawless skin of a young girl. Her mature charm and captivating allure were far beyond the reach of any naive young girl.
Under the soft light, her stunningly beautiful face, shapely figure, and radiant skin stood naked in the bathroom, a scene of pure beauty and irresistible allure. Ruoyao reached out and turned on the shower. The splashing water clung to Jiaxin's naked body, making her flushed face glow. Her breasts, glistening with water droplets, resembled fresh, ripe peaches after a rain shower, tempting and irresistible.
Pearl-like water droplets cascaded from the towering peaks, sliding into the beautiful lake, flowing across the flat grassland, and nourishing the glossy black spring grass—a scene so beautiful it resembled a captivating animation.
"Let me help you apply shower gel!"
Without waiting for her response, Ruoyao began to gently lather the shy, stunning beauty. Jiaxin blushed crimson at this unexpected gesture, lowering her head and accepting her lover's thorough caresses with tender shyness.
Why was this young man so bold and open? And why did she always willingly let him manipulate her? Was it this mischievous boy's passion and vitality that deeply attracted her aging heart, leaving her defenseless and becoming a prisoner of his love?
Taking advantage of the opportunity to rub her down, Ruoyao caressed the smooth, delicate skin of the beautiful woman, teasing her full, soft breasts and adorable rosy nipples. He gently stroked her slender, graceful waist, his hands sliding over her smooth, white, soft belly, playing with her round, pert buttocks. Turning her around, he didn't even spare her straight, elegant, silk-like back.
Ruoyao's unrestrained teasing and flirting aroused the timid, bewildered beauty in his arms, making her pant softly and blush with shyness.
After finally finishing applying the bath gel, knowing she was shy, he didn't want her to rub him down. He quickly and haphazardly rubbed himself, then cupped Jiaxin's shyly lowered head in his hands and pressed his lips deeply into her luscious red lips, kissing her until Jiaxin blushed, her heart pounded, and she could hardly breathe.
Afraid of slipping in the wet bathroom, she could only wrap her arms around Ruoyao's strong waist, their naked bodies, slick with shower gel, pressed tightly together. The shower gel made their beautiful bodies even softer and smoother. Their
limbs writhed, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, rubbing each other with shower gel. This unprecedented and wonderful experience stimulated Jiaxin's tender, rosy nipples, causing them to swell and turn red.
Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation pressing against her lower abdomen. Looking down, she saw that Ruoyao's penis had become erect and hard again in a short time, pressing against her soft abdomen, stirring restlessly. Waves of novel and intoxicating stimulation surged up, and the passion that had subsided was stirred up again by the deliberate teasing of her young lover's extraordinary energy.
Unable to contain her lust, Jiaxin writhed and moaned incoherently, yearning to reach another peak of passion.
Seeing Jiaxin's alluring and seductive appearance, her shy and eager desire for another passionate encounter, Ruoyao mischievously turned on the shower, the water spraying down on them indiscriminately. The water washed away the foam and slightly cooled their burgeoning desire.
Ruoyao embraced Jiaxin, letting her lie flat in the hot tub already filled with hot water. The spacious tub rippled with fragrant water, her full, soft breasts bobbing and undulating in the current. He couldn't resist straddling her breathtakingly beautiful body, reaching out to knead each breast casually. The soft yet firm touch was incredibly pleasurable, irresistible. Ruoyao exclaimed sincerely,
"Jiaxin, your breasts are so big and round, soft yet firm to the touch. They're wonderful to look at and feel, truly a masterpiece of creation."
Her breasts, freshly cleansed with shower gel and washed with warm water, were indescribably white and delicate. Ruoyao passionately sucked on her small nipples. His
hard, erect penis, pressed against Jiaxin's soft, sexy abdomen as he knelt, stimulating her voluptuous, mature body. Although they had just experienced passionate lovemaking, this was the first time in her life that they had been so intimately frolicking in the bathtub, completely naked together. A mixture of novelty and curiosity mingled with awkwardness and unfamiliarity, leaving her completely at the mercy of her young lover's various maneuvers.
Ruoyao pulled Jiaxin, who was lying flat in the bathtub, and slid himself into the water, so that he was now lying flat in the tub. He wrapped his large arms around Jiaxin's slender waist, gently lifting her soft, boneless body. Adjusting the angle, he positioned her moist, slightly parted vulva against his already erect and throbbing penis, and gently lowered it. His penis once again penetrated her, and Jiaxin couldn't help but let out a loud moan, a sound that was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure.
Being manipulated in this position for the first time, she felt shyly that his penis seemed to penetrate deeper, reaching places she had never been able to touch during previous intercourse.
Jiaxin was startled and at a loss by this completely unfamiliar position. As if seeking something reliable, she leaned down, wanting to embrace Ruoyao and lean against his broad chest. Ruoyao, however, was mischievous. He grabbed her arms and pushed her up, making her straddle him. He then used his hands to grasp her soft, fragrant breasts, kneading them incessantly. Ignoring her shyness and helplessness, he whispered,
"Jiaxin, I've already entered your inner chambers, what's there to be shy about? Move around yourself, find your favorite angle and pressure."
Stimulated simultaneously, Jiaxin couldn't help but arch her back and sway her hips up and down. Her plump buttocks repeatedly struck Ruoyao's crotch. In this horse-riding position, the man on top of the woman, his large penis penetrated her mysterious and sacred flesh with each thrust, heavily piercing the deepest, most sensitive core, bringing unprecedented and wondrous pleasure with each stroke.
All restraint was now superfluous. Jiaxin, indulging in unrestrained desire, adjusted her angles and strength, sometimes moaning softly, sometimes crying out loudly, lost in the pursuit of primal lust. Her once pure and refined face was now filled with the allure of spring, her once clear and bright eyes burning with raging desire.
The splashing water, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and the gasps of wild satisfaction intertwined into a beautiful symphony. Ruoyao held Jiaxin's slender, boneless waist tightly in his arms, his thick penis beginning to thrust in and out in rhythm with her movements. Her beautiful body rose and fell, her full breasts heaving, creating dazzling waves of light, occasionally dripping a few glistening drops of water.
Under Ruoyao's intense thrusting, Jiaxin's face was flushed, her eyes were languid, and she writhed wantonly, uttering ecstatic, dreamlike moans and cries! Shedding all past repressions, she wantonly yielded to her destined soulmate, relentlessly and wildly indulging in the ecstasy and satisfaction brought by primal desire.
Casting aside all constraints and removing all masks, she openly faced her cravings, enjoying wave after wave of tingling, dizzying carnal pleasure. The massive penis thrust deeper and deeper into her tight vagina, sending her soul soaring to the heavens.
Suddenly, Jiaxin's legs clamped tightly around the boy's body, her whole body trembling violently, letting out a hoarse scream as her vaginal fluids gushed out like a spring, reaching the ultimate climax of their union.
After her release, the limp and powerless Jiaxin collapsed into Ruoyao's arms, comfortably embraced by her young lover, both immersed in the warm pool. Her cheeks, flushed with the afterglow of her climax, were so alluring, her beautiful eyes filled with the sweet afterglow of a storm. Jiaxin parted her cherry lips slightly:
"The climax of lovemaking is so pleasurable, I've never experienced anything like it before. Ruoyao! Why didn't I meet you sooner?"
Such tender words were more intoxicating than the strongest aphrodisiac. Ruoyao's unfulfilled desire surged, and he embraced her, thrusting into her again with all his might. Only then did Jiaxin realize that the penis inside her was still rock hard. Her beautiful face paled, and she begged for mercy repeatedly:
"Oh! Ruoyao, please have mercy! I can't take it anymore, I really can't... I can't take it... Ah!"
Seeing the usually elegant, noble, and aloof female CEO become so weak and pleading for mercy after her orgasm, unable to withstand the repeated stimulation, Ruoyao paused for a moment, then stopped, lovingly kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose, enjoying another kind of beauty in his warm embrace.
The lukewarm water massaged her languid body after passionate lovemaking, so comfortable that she longed to lie in the bathtub and savor the lingering, enchanting afterglow.
A lover is priceless, Ruoyao, thank goodness for you, allowing me to rediscover the second spring of my life. The gradually cooling water helped the couple regain some energy after their passionate lovemaking. After a quick rinse, Ruoyao picked up the docile beauty and laid her down on the large, comfortable Simmons mattress, falling asleep in each other's arms. The morning
light filtering through the curtains awakened the couple who had been frenzied all night.
"Jiaxin, did you sleep well?"
She recalled the previous night's relentless, frenzied lovemaking under her lover's ministrations, experiencing unprecedented orgasms, and then feeling limp and exhausted after the intense passion.
Last night, she had fallen into a deep sleep in her lover's arms, and now, still naked, she leaned against him, shy and silent, only letting out a soft "hmm" in response, her eyes radiating boundless, contented love.
Seeing the tenderness in the eyes of this beautiful woman, Ruoyao embraced Jiaxin, who was nestled against his chest, and gave her a passionate kiss.
"Is it better to sleep alone or share a bed?"
She slightly curled up her delicate body, pressing her cheek against Ruoyao's chest, her right hand gently stroking his broad chest, and said with infinite tenderness,
"Now I understand why some women are willing to give up fame, fortune, and status, just for a man they love. No matter how comfortable the bed is, it's not as comfortable as your broad chest. I really hope I can lie in your arms forever, fall asleep in your arms, and wake up in your arms. Ruoyao! I'm so happy and comfortable. Without you, I don't know how long I would have to endure these lonely and desolate days!"
Hearing this elegant and graceful goddess's bold confession without reservation, Ruoyao pulled Jiaxin to his chest, gently stroking her hair, back, and buttocks with infinite affection. The goddess's full and soft breasts pressed against Ruoyao's broad chest, and every movement brought an incomparably comfortable feeling.
"Jiaxin, when did you start falling in love with me? Was it after you skipped swimming class that day, struggling with whether to bravely pursue love and deciding to offer yourself on Valentine's Day?"
"No way! You forced me!" Feeling shy at having her thoughts exposed, Jiaxin lightly patted Ruoyao's chest, stubbornly denying it.
"Still saying no? Look, even the pillowcase has a 'perfect moon and flowers' pattern. Doesn't that mean you're expecting something?"
"You're so naughty, always thinking such things!" Unexpectedly, her observant lover wouldn't let her off easily, so she could only whine and bury her flushed head against him. The playful
banter between lovers was so sweet and touching. Ruoyao wasn't about to let the defenseless beauty off the hook, cupping Jiaxin's blushing cheeks in his hands.
"You're lying. I can hear your heartbeat, and from it, I can decipher even more subtle thoughts. Tell me honestly, were you worried that our time alone together wouldn't last much, so you sent Zhang Ma away while meticulously preparing last night's Valentine's Day dinner?"
"Ha! Ha! You even went so far as to dress yourself up to be the most tempting dish at the dinner, not only meticulously preparing to be visually appealing, fragrant, and delicious, but also carefully choosing your clothes. Hmm! That gold-embroidered dress perfectly showcased your noble气质 and graceful figure." "
Jiaxin, you have excellent taste and vision, but… perhaps deep down you have a shameful thought: that low-cut dress with thin straps has another advantage—it can be easily slipped off, preventing you from feeling too embarrassed if I clumsily don't know how to undress you, right?"
With a soft cry of "Ah!", Jiaxin felt her agonizing desire and anxious journey exposed to her lover's all-seeing gaze. Her body throbbed with heat as she writhed against him, finally managing a coquettish
"You're so naughty! You can't hide anything from me! You know I've already decided to give myself to you, yet you still tease me so much, making me so embarrassed! You're so naughty... so naughty..."
"Jiaxin, if I don't corner you like this, how can I see the shy beauty of this noble goddess fallen to earth? If I don't do this, how can you open your heart and pursue the desires in your life? Jiaxin, do you know how hard I've been holding back these past few days, especially with your stunningly beautiful, voluptuous, and mature body moving against me right now? And you still owe me one yesterday, and now I want to be naughty again."
Lying on Ruoyao's chest, flirting and whispering sweet nothings with her lover, Jiaxin, hearing him ask for more, felt a burning sensation from his penis against her inner thigh. She hadn't realized Ruoyao's erect penis was already peeking and throbbing at the entrance of her secret place. Jiaxin blushed and said coquettishly,
"Ruoyao, please forgive me! I haven't been this wild in ten years. Yours... it's so thick and big... it hurts a little down there."
"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm inexperienced and didn't know my own strength. Let me see what's wrong." After turning Jiaxin over to lie flat, Ruoyao sat up with concern and tried to spread her legs. "Ah
... Ruoyao... no!" Jiaxin was so shy she almost wanted to disappear into the ground, quickly turning to her side and saying shyly.
"It's okay, don't be shy, let me see what's wrong." Ruoyao gently but somewhat forcefully straightened Jiaxin's beautiful body, parting her snow-white, rounded legs. At the base of her smooth, white thighs, her vulva protruded high, covered with soft, fine pubic hair. Her pink labia were tightly closed, and through the crease, one could vaguely see her alluring, sexy opening. Her delicate labia were indeed somewhat swollen and red.
Thinking of a woman's most mysterious and sacred private parts being stared at and caressed so closely by a man's fiery gaze, Jiaxin was so ashamed that she closed her eyes tightly, not daring to move.
"It really is a little broken and swollen!" Ruoyao said gently and lovingly, while simultaneously flashing through his mind the 69 position of oral sex in adult films. This method of intercourse could avoid touching her swollen vulva and also allow her to try new and exciting techniques she had never attempted before.
Seeing Jiaxin's shyly closed eyes, he straddled her, burying his head in her perpetually sunless secret garden. He extended his tongue, licking and swirling it along the inside of her smooth, glistening thighs. Seeing a trickle of moisture seeping from the juncture of her petals, his tongue, as if thirstily exploring, probed the tender, moist crevice, gently rubbing and licking her swollen, broken labia, as if to heal its wounds and soothe its pain.
"Ah! Ah!" Under Ruoyao's nimble tongue, Jiaxin's already flushed face turned even redder, and a low, trembling sound escaped her lips. Even when Guodong was still alive, in their more than ten years of intimate relations, the conservative and reserved Guodong had never been so unrestrained. Where had this little devil learned so many tricks?
As Ruoyao's nimble tongue relentlessly kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled, waves of indescribable pleasure surged through her brain. When his tongue parted the tightly closed, delicate petals and penetrated deeply into her jade crevice, the inexplicable, fresh, tingling sensation in her tender orifice made her writhe uncontrollably, her whole body trembling, emitting seductive moans:
"Ah…ouch…you're licking…licking me so hard…I can't take it."
Jiaxin gasped for breath, writhing, her jade buttocks high, her legs spread wider, her delicate petals and stamens moist and burning. Ruoyao suddenly took the small, tender clitoris into his mouth, entwining and gently biting it. This graceful lady, with no experience in oral sex, was overwhelmed by such stimulation; instantly, a surge of spring tide rose, and her honeyed juices gushed out, as if her soul had been scattered, reaching an unprecedented climax once more.
As Jiaxin gradually calmed down from the climax, she thought of Ruoyao's gentle care and concern for her, and a surge of love welled up in her heart. Her beautiful eyes slightly parted, and she was about to confess her feelings when she saw Ruoyao's large, erect penis, throbbing and pulsating powerfully before her eyes. She was instantly filled with shame, her face burning red.
Never before had she seen a man's erect penis so close. Jiaxin was both embarrassed and curious. Her delicate, narrow, and barely perceptible private parts had been violated by this large thing, violently thrusting and pounding, no wonder they were red and swollen.
Yet, it was also this high-rising, ugly thing that had powerfully reclaimed her long-barren secret garden, making her lose her senses and bewildered. Both her body and heart were conquered by it, willingly allowing it to ravage and ravage her noble body.
Thinking of her lover's restraint in suppressing his lust from last night until this morning, afraid of hurting her tender affection, Jiaxin was deeply moved. She reached out her slender hand and gently grasped the large, thick penis before her. The hot shaft felt heavy and substantial in her small hand, trembling with youthful vitality. Jiaxin lovingly rubbed the large penis in her hand, feeling its wonder.
Unexpectedly, the already large penis became even longer under her caresses, the glans moist and smooth, the urethral opening slightly open as if ready to devour her.
Whether from thirst or awe of its wonder, Jiaxin reverently brought her small mouth to it, her delicate tongue shyly licking the slightly moist glans, recalling the unparalleled pleasure it had brought her.
As she licked, Jiaxin blushed with embarrassment, realizing that the large penis had become even harder and hotter under her licking, like a roaring beast. With a mixture of awe and pity, Jiaxin opened her cherry-like mouth and took the throbbing, erect penis into her mouth, sucking and stroking it, trying to soothe its long-suppressed "anger."
Ruoyao watched as this noble goddess, whom he had recently considered sacred and inviolable, buried her face between his legs, giving him oral sex with her sexy, fragrant cherry-like mouth. The stark contrast between goddess and goddess, angel and harlot, created a psychological thrill of conquest that was far more intense and stimulating than physical pleasure.
A tingling, numbing pleasure surged through him like waves with each stroke of Jiaxin's mouth, intensely stimulating his nerves, rushing to his long-suppressed lower abdomen. The semen he had held back all night could no longer be controlled. Ruoyao roared, and his semen gushed out like a spring, instantly entering Jiaxin's wet, hot mouth.
Realizing he shouldn't have been so lewd towards this noble goddess, Ruoyao quickly withdrew his throbbing penis. The remaining force, the last drops of white semen, shot onto Jiaxin's dark hair, flushed face, and slender neck, finally dripping onto her high breasts.
With the release of his semen, his long-suppressed urges were satisfied. Ruoyao let out a comfortable groan, "Oh!" His whole body convulsed, unable to control himself for a long time. He never imagined that the obscene scenes he had only ever seen in Japanese adult films would actually appear before his eyes, and the leading lady was a stunningly beautiful woman.
White semen dripped from Jiaxin's lips, her glistening chest was dotted with it, her beautiful eyes were brimming with tears, and her face was filled with panic. Ruoyao, both smug and pitying, said gently,
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just couldn't control myself after holding back for so long."
Under her lover's tender comfort, Jiaxin gradually calmed down and said softly, with a mixture of self-pity and submissiveness,
"Oh! You little devil, I don't know where you learned so many tricks, making me feel embarrassed and ashamed time and time again, yet also giving me a fresh and exciting experience each time."
"Oh! Everyone else only sees my glamorous, luxurious exterior, but only you understand the unknown loneliness and needs deep inside me. You constantly tease me, making me fall in love with you like a demon, step by step sinking deeper into your tender yet wild web, my heart filled with anxiety every day, unable to extricate myself."
"Sigh, from the moment I welcomed you in last night, I was determined to submit to you and pay tribute. I just didn't expect you to be so powerful. You saw through me inside and out. What else can I do but willingly submit and become your prisoner, obediently letting you do whatever you want? You are my true emperor. As a surrendered soldier, I am not immune to your favors. Everything is up to you."
"You big bad guy! You've ruined me. I can't live without you anymore. Before Zhihao and Ruyu came back, you stayed with me every moment, okay?"
Ruoyao, who was worried that Jiaxin would be too embarrassed, never expected that this powerful woman who had achieved extraordinary success in the business world and was unapproachable would become so docile and resigned after being conquered by him, body and soul. Moreover, his unrestrained teasing and obscenity had inadvertently made this long-deprived goddess, whose life had been monotonous and impoverished for ten years except for work, even more fascinated by him because her desires were soothed and her life was full of surprises.
What I thought was just a pipe dream of stealing hearts and seducing women has actually succeeded. As for how to clean up the mess, let's just leave it to fate.

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