The wife's downfall

Anxin Cemetery is located in southern Taiwan, a place with a pleasant climate and blooming flowers year-round, a so-called "rich man's cemetery." Before a white marble tombstone lies a bouquet of bright yellow roses, and a tall woman in a black business suit and black high heels stands quietly. The sun is setting, the purple clouds, the white tombstone, the woman in black, and the bouquet of bright yellow roses all silent in the soft glow of the sunset. At first glance, it resembles an oil painting.

However, the woman's heart is far from calm. This is an expensive, independent cemetery, but the grave contains no ashes. The owner of the grave is Yi Jun, a high-achieving son of a high-ranking official in Taiwan, who died young at the age of 23, his body washed ashore in the Pacific Ocean. Although the police declared him a suicide out of guilt, the woman standing before the tombstone knows very well that she is the culprit behind this tragedy.

If time could turn back to that crazy summer, Zhou Qian would rather be the one falling off the cliff. Even after marrying her current husband, Li Binghe, she still secretly visits him often. In her view, she and Li Binghe owe A-Jun too much. It's not that she's afraid to tell her husband about her grief for A-Jun, but the topic of A-Jun has always been a taboo subject for the couple.

Zhou Qian lives a wealthy and comfortable life thanks to her husband's hard work, but she occasionally thinks of her past boyfriend. However, in recent months, her peaceful life seems to have been shattered. A lecherous old man somehow learned the truth about A-Jun's death and used it to blackmail her, almost raping her. At the same time, a mysterious man named Duanmu Yang barged into Zhou Qian's life.

When she first saw Duanmu Yang's back, Zhou Qian blurted out "A-Jun." However, afterwards, Zhou Qian didn't understand why she had that reaction. Duanmu Yang's back did resemble A-Jun, but that was all. Compared to Duanmu Yang, there seemed to be countless people on the street who looked like A-Jun.

So why did this man always remind her of A-Jun? Perhaps this was a knot in Zhou Qian's heart that she could never untie. Whenever her life hit rock bottom, whenever she felt lost and helpless, she would involuntarily think of her ex-boyfriend who had died many years ago.

The sunset gradually turned dark red, tinging the white marble tombstone pink along with the evening glow. Zhou Qian remained motionless, but her heart felt as if it were bleeding. She asked herself: A-Jun, am I a naturally promiscuous woman? Because I did something shameless that caused your death, why am I standing in front of you now, yet still thinking of another man?

As if in response to Zhou Qian, a dark shadow flickered outside the cemetery. Zhou Qian's eyes lit up, her heart tightened, and she turned and called out, "A-Jun!" The figure disappeared quickly, and Zhou Qian hurriedly chased after it. By this time, dusk had begun to envelop the entire cemetery, and Zhou Qian, calling out the name of a dead person, stubbornly pursued the dark shadow. The figure darted through the tree-lined path filled with blooming kapok trees, moving with ghostly speed. Zhou Qian, however, felt no fear, running forward frantically, the world before her seemingly detached from reality.

The shadow disappeared around a corner. "Ah Jun!" Zhou Qian called out, quickening her pace to turn around, only to bump into a man's arms. Zhou Qian's first reaction was excitement, but upon seeing the man before her, she instantly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, stammering, "Binghe, how could it be you?" "Why can't it be me? It's more normal than your dead boyfriend running away, isn't it?" Even under the crimson sunset, Li Binghe's face remained ashen.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm just wondering why you're here." Faced with Li Binghe's sarcasm, Zhou Qian remained remarkably calm.

His wife, who would be startled by a mouse for half a day, recovered so quickly, which made Li Binghe feel somewhat unfamiliar, and at the same time, a nameless anger rose within him. He had felt that Zhou Qian was acting strangely lately, and now that feeling was even stronger.

Li Binghe glared coldly at his wife, not directly answering her question. "Have you been standing here like an idiot all day? No wonder you're acting so strangely, do you miss him that much?" "None of your business." Zhou Qian turned and walked away.

Several managers walked over, probably preparing to clear the area and leave. Li Binghe suppressed his temper and followed Zhou Qian out the door. Zhou Qian walked straight towards the bus stop, but Li Binghe grabbed her arm and pulled her towards his SUV.

Zhou Qian didn't insist and sat in the passenger seat without saying a word. Li Binghe didn't start the car immediately, but coldly asked, "Qianqian, I'm asking you, do you know A-Jun's brother?" Zhou Qian had intended to hold a grudge against her husband for at least a week and refuse to speak to him. But Li Binghe's question jolted her awake, and she blurted out, "You found A-Yun?" Looking at his wife's eager and excited eyes, Li Binghe already knew the answer. It turned out that Li Binghe's trip to Tnan was specifically to investigate A-Jun's relatives and friends. Although Lin Delun was dead, Old Man Tan's disappearance remained a mystery, causing Li Binghe sleepless nights.

Li Binghe was currently at the peak of his life, and he couldn't tolerate any unknown threats. After careful consideration, he decided that instead of blindly guessing like a headless fly, he should take the initiative and start from scratch. If someone truly possessed important witnesses but didn't blackmail him, they must have a deeper purpose of revenge. Who else could it be but A-Jun's relatives and friends?

With this in mind, Li Binghe went to A-Jun's hometown, and his investigation naturally included A-Jun's grave. The cemetery staff told Li Binghe that apart from a young, beautiful woman, no one had ever come to pay their respects to A-Jun. Upon hearing this, Li Binghe immediately concluded that this woman must be his wife, Zhou Qian. Even so, witnessing Zhou Qian's mentally unstable behavior at A-Jun's grave still filled him with uncontrollable rage.

However, Li Binghe didn't want to react immediately, because his investigation had yielded a crucial lead: he had unexpectedly learned that A-Jun, the only son of the Yi family, actually had a younger brother! Even more surprising was that his wife, Zhou Qian, had known about A-Jun's brother all along, and had even hired a private investigator to look for him after A-Jun's death.

Faced with his excited wife, Li Binghe knew she couldn't be of much help; what was she expecting him to tell her after all this time? However, it was still necessary to probe her. He feigned deep sorrow and said, "Qianqian, don't think I'm heartless. I was also very saddened by what happened, but I just didn't know how to atone for my sins. Since A-Jun had a younger brother, why didn't you tell me?" Zhou Qian looked at her husband with suspicion. After what had just happened at the cemetery, she found it hard to believe him. Besides, Zhou Qian didn't know much about A-Jun's brother. A-Jun had only told her about his brother, A-Yun, after their engagement. A-Yun was only two years younger than A-Jun, and was the child of A-Jun's father and a French lover. Ayun's mother was a frivolous woman who quickly abandoned her child and returned to her home country. Ayun was then sent to an orphanage by community workers.

Ajun's father, who had become wealthy through the inheritance left to his wife by his father-in-law, was a typical henpecked husband. Initially, he secretly cared for Ayun, but after the affair was exposed, he was in dire straits. From then on, Ajun secretly took on the responsibility of caring for Ayun, so his allowance was never enough, and he worked part-time with his classmates every summer. After hearing this story, Zhou Qian developed a stronger liking for Ajun and asked him to introduce her to Ayun. Later, the Yi family suffered a tragedy, with the family destroyed and Ajun exhausted from dealing with the lawsuits, and the matter was left unresolved.

After Ajun's death, Zhou Qian, who was recuperating in a sanatorium, was worried and hired an investigation company to find out Ayun's whereabouts. The private investigator found the orphanage that had adopted Ayun through information from a charity organization, only to learn that Ayun had gone to study in the United States. Even though Zhou Qian didn't know what she could do after finding A-Yun, she still spent a lot of money to hire a private investigator to continue the search.

The problem was, the private investigator's investigation was disappointing: right after A-Jun's parents committed suicide, A-Yun also disappeared in the United States, and the trail went cold. So many years later, her husband, Li Binghe, had also started looking for A-Yun. How could Zhou Qian not be full of suspicion? However, she didn't feel she had anything to hide in this matter, so she told Li Binghe everything she knew.

Li Binghe listened and nodded impatiently, "Hmm, so what happened after that? You haven't heard from him again?" "No, why? Why are you in such a hurry to find him?" Zhou Qian couldn't help but ask.

Li Binghe knew his wife wasn't lying, but her account was very similar to the clues he'd uncovered, offering no real help. Unable to hide his disappointment, he casually remarked, "What else can I do?

Just like you, find him and apologize."

Zhou Qian suddenly widened her eyes, glaring fiercely at Li Binghe. "Binghe!" Li Binghe glanced at his wife, bewildered by her sudden fierce expression. "What's wrong?" "I'm asking you! Back then, did you deliberately kick A-Jun off the cliff?" Zhou Qian grabbed Li Binghe's arm tightly.

Li Binghe, thinking something serious, couldn't help but chuckle. "Deliberate or not? You saw it! He went crazy; it was either him or us." "No way! A-Jun was just angry with me; he never intended to hurt you! Why did you kill him?!" Zhou Qian screamed.

"You're crazy! Keep your voice down!" Li Binghe hurriedly covered his wife's mouth.

Zhou Qian brushed Li Binghe's hand away, her voice icy. "So it really is like that. I was so stupid." "Then what did you hope for?" This time, Li Binghe couldn't help but cry out, "Were you always hoping it would be me who fell, not him?!" "What's the point of saying this now?" Zhou Qian had been staring blankly at the cemetery all day, without eating or drinking. Exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed her, leaving her weak and her mind blank.

There's an old saying: "Nothing is more sorrowful than a dead heart." That's the expression Li Binghe saw on Zhou Qian's face. He was about to erupt in anger, but looking at his wife's pale face, his heart softened.

Actually, Li Binghe was a very pragmatic man. He didn't want to waste his time arguing with a dead person.

After all, the dead can never win against the living, while the living can be defeated by themselves. Li Binghe wasn't going to let himself be defeated.

He gently pulled Zhou Qian into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Qianqian, what I said earlier was just out of anger. Let bygones be bygones. Even if I feel incredibly guilty, what can I do?" To Li Binghe's surprise, Zhou Qian didn't continue her sulking. She said gently, "I know, ultimately it's all my fault, it has nothing to do with you." Zhou Qian's voice was a little hoarse, heartbreaking to hear. Li Binghe quickly hugged her tighter, "Don't think like that! Qianqian, we've been through so much together, things will only get better from now on." Zhou Qian nodded, "Okay, let's go home." The clouds dispersed. For a fleeting moment, Li Binghe felt his wife might leave him, but now he couldn't help but laugh at himself for being so sentimental. After all, they'd been married for many years, why make such a fuss? Besides, hadn't Zhou Qian wronged him in any way?

From Li Binghe's perspective, he felt that all the troubles involving Old Gao, Old Tan, Lin Delun, and even Huang Zhiwei were caused by Zhou Qian; he worked himself to the bone outside, all for the sake of a good life for his wife and him.

Besides attracting bad men, what had Zhou Qian ever done for this family?

Never mind, a man should take responsibility. Regardless of Zhou Qian's flaws or unpleasant past, Li Binghe was determined to hold her firmly in his hands and do everything in his power to protect this hard-won marriage.

The most pressing matter was still the mess at Mingyue Mountain. Ah Jun, Ah Jun, why couldn't you just die peacefully with a smile? Was that shadowy figure operating in the shadows really your illegitimate brother?

Open attacks are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against. Facing an opponent who refused to show himself, Li Binghe was naturally anxious, but he wasn't desperate. He believed the biggest difference between himself and that spoiled brat, Ah Jun, was that Li Binghe would never be a slave to fate. Even if fate trampled him underfoot, he would seize any opportunity to strangle it.

Chapter Fourteen: Unexpected Reunion

At a five-star club in Green Sea, a grand spring social ball jointly hosted by the political and business circles was being held. Almost all the socialites and gentlemen of Green Sea were present. Li Binghe, a rising star in the Green Sea police force, and his wife, Zhou Qian, the most beautiful woman in the police force, were naturally among the invitees. Li Binghe was beaming, but Zhou Qian, heavily made up, looked somewhat haggard and listless.

It turned out that Zhou Qian's health hadn't been quite right lately, and coupled with her worries, she rarely attended public social events. Today's ball was somewhat special, deliberately held during the day to facilitate the attendance of high-ranking officials from both the political and business circles. Under these circumstances, Zhou Qian couldn't resist her husband's pleading and had no choice but to come reluctantly.

After the tedious opening ceremony, the ball finally officially began. As usual, Zhou Qian received numerous invitations to dance, and she could only reluctantly oblige. When her husband's boss, Ma Yongming, invited her to the center of the dance floor, the music had just changed when a sudden commotion erupted in the hall.

Zhou Qian and Ma Yongming followed everyone's gaze towards the entrance, where a voluptuous and sexy woman was gracefully approaching. She wore a silver, tight-fitting long dress, her black hair styled in delicate braids, large silver earrings adorning her ears, and a confident, sweet smile on her face.

At first glance, her attire wasn't extravagant; it seemed to cover everything that needed to be covered. However, the white, sheer fabric at the chest area revealed her cleavage and most of her breasts, almost completely exposed to the public eye. The shimmering silver dress accentuated her slender waist and shapely hips, no wonder the men present, including Ma Yongming, couldn't help but stare.

Zhou Qian bit her lip. This was a woman she knew all too well—her former close friend, Du Yingying. More than a month after Lin Delun's death, this inherently flirtatious socialite finally couldn't resist the temptation and made a comeback.

Her deliberately chosen time of day was undoubtedly an attempt to attract attention. Zhou Qian, being a woman, was naturally quick to spot this little trick of deliberately arriving late to a social gathering.

What made Zhou Qian uncomfortable was that the female police officers present all turned their gazes towards Du Yingying upon seeing her. Perhaps they felt that the competition between themselves and Du Yingying for the title of "Police Beauty" was still ongoing.

Zhou Qian's feelings at this moment were indeed somewhat complex, but not because Du Yingying had stolen her thunder. It turned out that this high-class club was not unfamiliar to Zhou Qian. In the spring, Zhou Qian had witnessed the unsavory scene of Du Yingying performing oral sex on Duanmu Yang here, and Du Yingying's current appearance only intensified her painful memories.

Meanwhile, Zhou Qian's husband, Li Binghe, also felt a complex mix of emotions. He certainly disliked the way high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen would take advantage of their wives' dancing to grope them, but it was always a source of pride for a husband to have his wife in the spotlight. He had finally managed to get his wife out, only to have this unexpected obstacle appear. Moreover, for Li Binghe, Du Yingying was far more than just a socialite.

Originally, Li Binghe had meticulously planned the murder of Lin Delun, ensuring the framing was flawless and preparing countermeasures for Du Yingying's subsequent antics. However, after Lin Delun's death, Du Yingying calmly accepted the police investigation results. Li Binghe dared not be complacent and specifically assigned trusted confidants to monitor Du Yingying, discovering that she truly hadn't visited any high-ranking officials or media outlets.

Could it be that Lin Delun hadn't spoken to Du Yingying at all before his death? It made sense; given his focus on Zhou Qian, perhaps he wouldn't have dared to say much to Du Yingying. Just as Li Binghe was beginning to forget about Du Yingying, her high-profile reappearance inevitably put him on edge again.

Both husband and wife were preoccupied with their own thoughts and didn't notice each other's unease. At that moment, Zhou Qian was quietly drinking juice beside her husband when she suddenly heard him ask in a low voice, "Qianqian, who's that man next to Du Yingying?" Zhou Qian didn't care about that at all. Hearing Li Binghe's question, she looked up and saw that Du Yingying had already left the dance floor and was sitting on the other side chatting with a man. The man was facing away, but Zhou Qian recognized him immediately and almost cried out: "Isn't that bastard Duanmu Yang? When did he get here? He's still the same; he only recognizes his Yingying and doesn't even greet me!"

Li Binghe, however, didn't notice Zhou Qian's expression. He was still observing Duanmu Yang from afar, muttering to himself:

"I feel like I've seen him somewhere before!"

Zhou Qian's only affair after marriage was with Duanmu Yang. Although that night in the car felt like a distant memory, Zhou Qian still felt a little guilty. To prevent Li Binghe from finding out anything later, she simply took the initiative and said, "That man seems to be from the Qinglong Society. After you got drunk after the New Year, Sister Dan arranged for him to take me home." "Hmm?" Li Binghe became even more interested. He stared at Duanmu Yang for a while and said, "Last time, also here, you deliberately stepped on a guy's foot. Was it him?" Zhou Qian's heart pounded. She didn't expect her husband's memory to be so strong. Actually, this was a professional skill Li Binghe had cultivated over many years as a criminal investigator, which startled Zhou Qian, making her pale. She casually brushed it off, saying, "It's him. He's so glib." "Really? He seems quite shrewd!" Li Binghe's gaze remained fixed on her. Zhou Qian, thinking her husband suspected her, became even more incoherent, trying to cover it up by saying, "Why do you care about someone like that?" If Li Binghe were still the sensitive, jealous man he usually was, with his experience, he would surely have discovered his wife's secret. However, Li Binghe's mind wasn't on that now. He turned back and asked his wife seriously, "Qianqian, how did Du Yingying get to know people from the Green Dragon Society?" "Oh, not surprising, is it? She's also quite familiar with Sister Dan." Zhou Qian breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her husband was concerned about this.

"I see!" Li Binghe stored this information in his mind. Logically, the Qinglong Society was his staunch ally, but if someone within the Qinglong Society colluded with Du Yingying and exposed some of his insider deals with the Qinglong Society, then Li Binghe would be in deep trouble.

Thinking of this, Li Binghe couldn't sit still any longer and quickly got up and left. Zhou Qian, unaware of what her husband was up to, took over his "surveillance" duties, glancing at Duanmu Yang and Du Yingying every now and then.

A short while later, Du Yingying got up and left, and Zhou Qian quickly lowered her head.

When Zhou Qian looked up again, Du Yingying was gone, but Duanmu Yang was still sitting there. Zhou Qian hurriedly seized the opportunity to go over, just as Duanmu Yang also got up and headed straight for the emergency exit.

Zhou Qian couldn't help but curse angrily: Judging from the way Du Yingying and Duanmu Yang left one after the other, it was obvious that this adulterous couple was about to put on their shameless lewd act in the hallway again, just like last time! No wonder Duanmu Yang and Du Yingying have been so quiet lately; they've been busy with their lewd affairs!

Zhou Qian felt incredibly wronged, especially considering how much she'd been overthinking things. She glanced at her husband and saw him chatting with Cui Guangxiong and a few other acquaintances. After a moment's hesitation, Zhou Qian followed Duanmu Yang's retreating figure towards the exit.

If anyone asked Zhou Qian about her motives for following Duanmu Yang, she would be speechless. Although she had inadvertently witnessed Duanmu Yang's shameful acts several times and found each experience incredibly arousing, Zhou Qian didn't consider herself a voyeur. Subconsciously, she'd rather be involved with Duanmu Yang herself than be a lewd voyeur.

Yet, she couldn't help but follow him. Perhaps it was to satisfy her curiosity, or perhaps she hoped things weren't as sordid as she imagined. Or perhaps, as she didn't want to admit, she still desperately craved to see Duanmu Yang's body.

Zhou Qian tiptoed into the corridor behind the building, but didn't see Duanmu Yang or Du Yingying. She was wearing a formal evening gown today, so her steps weren't fast, but she wasn't in a hurry; she knew exactly where the adulterous couple was.

Lifting her skirt and wearing high heels, Zhou Qian arrived at the stairwell where Du Yingying and Duanmu Yang had their affair, but there was no sound from the stairwell. Was she overthinking things? Were they just trying to sneak out through the back door?

Zhou Qian cautiously peeked into the stairwell, and sure enough, it was empty. She was a little disappointed and was about to turn away when suddenly, a large hand reached out from behind the stairs and grabbed her. Zhou Qian screamed! However, her scream didn't come out; the person reacted quickly, covering her mouth with another hand.

Zhou Qian had been a stunning beauty since high school, and she wasn't entirely inexperienced at dealing with perverts. Her skirt had a high slit on the right side, and she deftly raised her right leg, kneeing the man in the groin. The man, however, nimbly dodged, letting out a gasp: "Pretty good, huh! I almost crippled you!" Zhou Qian's waist and mouth were freed, but instead of running away, she glared at the guy in front of her and snapped, "You big pervert, you deserve to be crippled!" Hiding behind the stairs, scaring Zhou Qian, was none other than Duanmu Yang, whom she had been following. He grinned wickedly and said, "Am I a pervert? It seems like you're the one trying to peep, aren't you?" "Who wanted to peep at you... I was looking for the restroom..." Zhou Qian blushed, her vulnerability exposed by Duanmu Yang. She had been searching for Duanmu Yang for over a month, and now, after finally meeting him face-to-face, she was being mocked by him again.

Zhou Qian had looked rather haggard lately, but now, after the fright and struggle she had just experienced, and being further enraged by Duanmu Yang, her cheeks were flushed with color. Duanmu Yang initially just grinned mischievously at Zhou Qian, but after a few glances, he couldn't help but show an expression of appreciation.

While Zhou Qian's attire wasn't as eye-catching as Du Yingying's, it was still quite alluring: a pure black halter-neck long dress clung perfectly to her curvaceous figure; the skirt was long enough to cover her ankles, only revealing the tips of her high heels and the silver metallic heels, but the right-side slit made her exposed thigh even more seductive. Zhou Qian had also specially paired it with high-elasticity black stockings; since they weren't tights, the effect was that the top of the stockings would occasionally peek out from the top of her snow-white thigh.

Zhou Qian's hair was thick and black, often difficult to style hastily, so she usually wore it up when attending formal occasions. She wore a pair of rose-red earrings, which made her face appear even more delicate and rosy. At this moment, she was very close to Duanmu Yang, and being stared at so directly by him made her breath catch in her throat. Duanmu Yang, however, wouldn't let go of her words, "You said you were spying on you two? So you weren't just trying to spy on me, who are you referring to?" Zhou Qian said defiantly, "Who else could it be? Isn't it your precious Yingying? You're shameless, why should I give you any face?" Duanmu Yang laughed, "But there's no Yingying here! Or, you could be her stand-in?" "No way! You wait here! I won't disturb your rendezvous!" As a woman, Zhou Qian was most averse to being a stand-in, and she made a move to turn and leave.

Duanmu Yang raised his long arm, blocking Zhou Qian's path. Zhou Qian raised her face and angrily asked, "What are you doing?" Duanmu Yang still chuckled, "If I said the person I've been waiting for is you, would you believe me?" "No way..." Zhou Qian said, but her heart skipped a beat: she might have really fallen for Duanmu Yang's trick; this guy was capable of such cunning and strange mischief.

"Whether you believe it or not, since you're already here, don't just leave like this..." Duanmu Yang said, shamelessly pulling Zhou Qian into his arms.

"Don't do anything rash!" Zhou Qian felt Duanmu Yang's hand around her slender waist and his other hand around her bare, rounded shoulder, and her heart skipped a beat. Her relationship with Duanmu Yang was strange; although they had once made love passionately, they had never been so physically intimate before. In her panic, she didn't struggle, and her pair of snow-white, full breasts pressed directly against Duanmu Yang's chest.

Duanmu Yang clearly felt Zhou Qian's breasts too. Looking down, he saw the long, deep cleavage beneath her dress. His eyes lit up, and he tightened his grip, pulling Zhou Qian closer, her plump breasts pressing against his firm chest like a grinding stone.

"Bastard, don't do this..." Zhou Qian didn't want to let Duanmu Yang, who had neglected her for so long, get away with it so easily, and she was also worried about being caught by Du Yingying. She placed her hands on Duanmu Yang and pushed him away forcefully.

How could Duanmu Yang be deterred by such resistance? He took a half step forward, his right hand sliding down to support Zhou Qian's full buttocks. Zhou Qian let out a soft "Eek!" before she could react, her upper body being lifted up by Duanmu Yang at the same time. The result of this series of actions was that Zhou Qian was instantly wrapped tightly in Duanmu Yang's arms, her upper and lower body pressed against his.

Zhou Qian breathed softly, her panting slightly. Her breasts, which had become unusually soft and full, heaved violently against Duanmu Yang's chest. What embarrassed her even more was that Duanmu Yang was pressing so hard against her buttocks, causing her right thigh to involuntarily press against his body, bringing their lower bodies together. As a result, she could feel something hard and warm throbbing against her inner thigh and lower abdomen.

Damn it, it's so thick and hard so quickly! Zhou Qian felt a surge of panic, her moans becoming soft and suggestive: "Let me go..." Zhou Qian's protests were quickly silenced as Duanmu Yang unceremoniously silenced her slightly parted lips with his mouth, his tongue almost simultaneously entering her mouth.

"Mmm..." Zhou Qian could only protest with her breath, but as Duanmu Yang's tongue skillfully stirred in her small mouth, she quickly and involuntarily took his tongue into her mouth. Their lips and tongues intertwined, making a "sizzling" sound in the quiet and empty stairwell. Duanmu Yang didn't force the issue; he enjoyed Zhou Qian's sucking, welcoming her outstretched tongue, while his hands began to slide along the lines of her long dress over her exquisite figure.

This was the first time Zhou Qian had been caressed like this by Duanmu Yang. She felt that his hands seemed to have magic, strong yet not forceful. As they slid across the high-quality silk fabric of her long dress, she felt almost naked, her entire skin directly receiving the heat of his fingertips.

She opened her mouth even more thirstily, kissing him wetly, like a thirsty fish seeking dew. At the same time, her right leg emerged from the slit in her skirt, pressing against his body. Unconsciously, she was already actively seeking the feeling of touching his penis.

Zhou Qian had seen Duanmu Yang's powerful penis more than once, and her body had received it, even ejaculating inside her twice. Now, it stood erect inside Duanmu Yang's trousers, teasing her sensitive thighs and lower abdomen with their kissing and writhing.

No! Even if she had to be violated by this guy, she couldn't do it here! Zhou Qian still had a sliver of reason, but she couldn't bear to leave Duanmu Yang's warmth, his mouth, his tongue, his hands, and the touch of that wicked thing below. Duanmu Yang was clearly enjoying the pleasure of pushing his luck; his hand slid over Zhou Qian's waist, down to the slit in her skirt.

Zhou Qian's body swayed uneasily, as if in silent protest, but Duanmu Yang's fingers still boldly slid inside, his fingertips teasing the skin of Zhou Qian's crotch. Zhou Qian's breathing became heavy, fearing that Duanmu Yang's fingers would directly pull aside her panties and attack her most intimate area. If he did that, he certainly wouldn't miss the chance to laugh at himself: because Zhou Qian's private parts were already feeling a little wet.

Fortunately, Duanmu Yang didn't attack directly, but instead spread his palm and gently stroked the skin around Zhou Qian's panties, her waist, sides, hips, and groin. This area was actually the most delicate part of a woman's body curves, and Zhou Qian found that she didn't dislike such caresses; she even secretly longed for Duanmu Yang to put his other hand inside as well. Of course, due to the design of the skirt, that was impossible unless she actively lifted the entire skirt herself. Duanmu Yang

seemed to sense Zhou Qian's desire, and his fingers occasionally slipped diagonally inside the waistband of Zhou Qian's panties, but didn't go deep inside. Zhou Qian thought he was wicked, yet she also enjoyed his teasing. His fingers slipped into the waistband of the panties again, and then stopped there.

"Hmm?" Zhou Qian snorted inquiringly, then abruptly released Duanmu Yang, demanding,

"What are you doing?"

But it was too late. With a "rip," Duanmu Yang's hand emerged from under Zhou Qian's skirt, holding a pair of black high-waisted panties. It turned out Zhou Qian had bought these panties specifically to match this high-slit skirt. What was special about them was their waistband design: the sides used nylon gussets commonly found on bras, allowing them to be easily unfastened, similar to tie-up panties without creating a muscular silhouette.

Zhou Qian usually liked this style of panty; it was easy to put on and take off. She never expected it would make it easier for Duanmu Yang to act indecently. Just now, Duanmu Yang had been quite well-behaved, not touching her private parts, but she had inadvertently removed her most basic defense, leaving her completely naked under her skirt!

"So sexy!" Duanmu Yang grinned mischievously, tossing up his panties, which had already been unzipped. Zhou Qian was incredibly embarrassed that her innermost covering was being held and waved around by a man. Besides, she noticed a slight dampness in the crotch area—something Duanmu Yang couldn't afford to miss!

"Give it back! You pervert!" Zhou Qian stood on tiptoe, reaching out to snatch it. She was no match for the agile Duanmu Yang, and the fact that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt made her extremely awkward, so she couldn't move too much. How could she possibly get her panties back?

Duanmu Yang wasn't teasing her. He gently pressed her shoulder and said, "If you want your panties back, you have to agree to one condition." "What condition?" Zhou Qian sensed something was wrong.

"Didn't I just say? It's to take over the role of your best friend!" Duanmu Yang chuckled wickedly.

"She's not my friend! Besides, she's her, and I'm me..." Zhou Qian's mind flashed back to the lewd scene of Du Yingying performing oral sex on Duanmu Yang here last time. She suddenly understood Duanmu Yang's meaning and her eyes widened. "You, you want me to do that with her?" "What? You don't want to?" Duanmu Yang's lips curled into a smirk. "Only willing to perform oral sex on your husband?" Zhou Qian could feel the sourness in the air. She couldn't help but feel a little smug, but she couldn't bear to take the opportunity to anger him. She honestly shook her head and said, "He doesn't like that. He's never done it." Duanmu Yang was a little surprised. "Really?" "Really!" Zhou Qian said, "So stop teasing me! Give me back my panties!" Duanmu Yang still dodged away and insisted, "Just because he doesn't know how to enjoy himself doesn't mean I'm that stupid, right?" "You jerk! How can you do something like that!" Zhou Qian was not willing to do such a thing here.

"Then go back and dance like this!" Duanmu Yang turned and left.

Zhou Qian quickly grabbed him, looking at him pitifully, "Then, after I get it out for you, don't make a fuss, okay? Someone might come here at any time!" "That's a good girl." Duanmu Yang nodded, crumpled up the underwear in his hand, stuffed it into his suit pocket, and then stood still.

Zhou Qian glared at him, hesitated for a moment, then squatted down, angrily unbuckling Duanmu Yang's belt and unzipping his zipper, not caring whether she would hurt him.

Actually, Zhou Qian's heart was beating very fast during this process. Such a series of actions might not be unfamiliar to married women, including young girls who already have boyfriends. However, Zhou Qian's husband, Li Binghe, was very averse to oral sex. Zhou Qian, who used to enjoy giving oral sex to her boyfriends in her teenage years, hadn't tasted a man's penis with her mouth for almost six years. Now, facing a man other than her husband, even though she had had an affair once, the thought of having to suck his big penis made Zhou Qian blush, feel apprehensive and excited.

Deep down, Zhou Qian harbored a secret she was unwilling to admit: she had witnessed women performing oral sex on Duanmu Yang twice. The first time, it was a few beauty pageant contestants, which was understandable; the second time, in the same place, she saw her former best friend giving Duanmu Yang a blowjob. That experience had deeply affected Zhou Qian, and she still remembered Duanmu Yang's expression of enjoyment. Women are inherently competitive, and Du Yingying was Zhou Qian's rival. She didn't want to lose to Du Yingying.

Besides, having lacked practical experience for so many years, Zhou Qian had no confidence in her oral sex skills.

What if this bastard thought she was no match for that slut Du Yingying? What if she left him feeling awkward and uncomfortable?

Thinking of these things, Zhou Qian's initial resentment turned into tension, and her movements became hesitant. Like defusing a time bomb, she slowly reached her hand inside Duanmu Yang's waistband to probe.

When Zhou Qian followed Duanmu Yang, she was half jealous and half mischievous. She never expected to witness Duanmu Yang and Du Yingying's shameful behavior, but instead, she ended up getting herself into trouble. Duanmu Yang actually asked her to perform oral sex on him in the stairwell, just like Du Yingying!

She knew the cleaning lady might appear in that stairwell at any time. Last time, she had a change of heart and acted as a lookout for Duanmu Yang and Du Yingying, but this time, no one would warn her. Her husband, Li Binghe, was nearby, and the longer she lingered, the more likely she was to be seen, with unimaginable consequences.

Zhou Qian made up her mind to act quickly. Her previously trembling hand slipped into Duanmu Yang's underwear, and his hot, hard penis immediately brushed against her hand, making her panic.

Then again, Zhou Qian wasn't unfamiliar with this penis; after all, it had once penetrated her vagina to the point of ecstasy. Now, it was just a matter of using her hand and mouth; strictly speaking, it wasn't a loss of virginity yet, so what was there to be afraid of?

Thinking of this, Zhou Qian, in a fit of pique, spread her fingers and grabbed Duanmu Yang's penis, pulling it outwards.

A man's penis isn't afraid of being gripped tightly, but it is afraid of being pulled. Duanmu Yang reached out and patted Zhou Qian's head, "Gently!" "Hmph, no way, who told you to bully me?" Zhou Qian said, but the sensation in her hand made her somewhat confused and infatuated, her eyes almost glued to the thick penis in front of her.

Ever since her teenage years, when she had sexual fantasies, she had longed for the taste of oral sex, finally getting her wish fulfilled after being deflowered by her first boyfriend, Zhao Dongliang. When her second boyfriend, A Jun, appeared, Zhou Qian enjoyed the pleasure of oral sex even more. Almost every time before making love, she would suck on A Jun's penis vigorously, making A Jun so happy that he would talk nonsense. Sometimes, when the mood struck, Zhou Qian couldn't stop at all, sucking and licking without restraint until A Jun ejaculated his warm semen into her mouth.

Perhaps because she had enjoyed oral sex to the fullest with Ah Jun, Zhou Qian's true love, Li Binghe, was extremely averse to it, rendering Zhou Qian's already quite skilled oral sex completely wasted. Even with her past affair with Duanmu Yang, Zhou Qian still blushed and felt her heart race as she held his penis, which was clearly thicker than those of her previous three men.

Her feminine modesty prevented her from taking Duanmu Yang's penis into her mouth immediately. Holding the shaft, she gazed at the large, red glans and slowly extended her pink tongue, gently tracing its surface. The fleshy texture and hardness of the man's genitals simultaneously transmitted to Zhou Qian's taste buds, causing her tongue to tremble slightly. At the same time, she heard a muffled groan from Duanmu Yang.

Chapter Fifteen: The Ecstasy Screams in the Stairwell

It seems ironic, but while Li Binghe's wife, Zhou Qian, was being forced into oral sex by Duanmu Yang in the stairwell, he wasn't entirely innocent either. The woman he was embracing while dancing was undeniably alluring and captivating. Because of this woman in his arms, he became the enemy of all the men present—everyone knew Li Binghe had a beautiful wife, and now he was holding the most dazzling woman in his arms.

But Li Binghe had no desire for this limelight. The turn of events was almost unbelievable to him.

His interest wasn't in dancing, but in the strange man named Duanmu Yang. To find out more, he specifically sought out Cui Guangxiong to strike up a conversation.

According to Cui Guangxiong, Duanmu Yang was nominally an immigrant from a small South American country, but his true identity was a business representative sent to Green Sea by a Thai conglomerate. He had arrived six months ago and owned a small, independent import/export company. In short, this man held a very special position within the Qinglong Society, essentially a free agent.

"What Thai conglomerate? They're probably just gangs from the Golden Triangle region. They can't directly operate in Taiwan, but it's no secret that they've been supporting local Taiwanese forces through illicit funds and drug trafficking." Li Binghe felt slightly relieved after hearing this. If Du Yingying sought outside help, it would certainly be more troublesome, but he doubted she had that kind of power. Besides, outside gangs wouldn't bother with the Taiwanese police for a woman's personal grudge.

Li Binghe was sitting alone at his table, pondering this, when a shapely woman approached him with a smile. It was Du Yingying, with her high breasts and radiant beauty.

"Binghe, where's your beauty?" Du Yingying's smile seemed genuine, as if she and Li Binghe had never had any conflicts.

Li Binghe's neck must have been bristling with unease. He glanced warily at Du Yingying and said, "You're asking about Qianqian? I don't know, she might be in the restroom. Are you looking for her?" "No, it's good that she's not here. Would you do me the honor of dancing?" Du Yingying extended her slender hand, clad in a white gauze glove.

Out of politeness, Li Binghe couldn't refuse, and he didn't want to appear timid in front of Du Yingying. He and Du Yingying went to the center of the dance floor, and he very gentlemanly placed his hand on Du Yingying's waist, chatting as they danced. The topic naturally avoided Lin Delun's death; even disregarding the subtle role Li Binghe played in this incident, it was at least a basic respect for a newly widowed woman. Du Yingying, however, took the initiative to bring up the past, "Binghe, I really miss the good old days. I still remember when you first arrived at Green Sea, we were so happy then." "Yeah, that's right." Li Binghe was a little speechless, wondering why Du Yingying wanted to build a relationship with him; she had many friends in the police force, after all. What bothered him even more was that Du Yingying's soft breasts inevitably brushed against him, making him have all sorts of fantasies.

Damn it, he shouldn't be thinking about this woman! Right, where is Zhou Qian? She and Du Yingying had broken up long ago, and she'd probably be furious if she saw him dancing with Du Yingying! But he should at least finish the song, otherwise it would seem too weak. The more Li Binghe thought about it, the more agitated he became, yet he also thoroughly enjoyed Du Yingying's soft body and fragrant scent.

Just as Li Binghe was worried about his wife appearing, his beautiful wife Zhou Qian was busy having a great time in the dimly lit stairwell. She knelt before a man, attempting oral sex after a long absence. Initially nervous, her heart pounding, she gradually

found her rhythm after some initial exploration, enjoying it more and more. At this moment, her tongue circled the man's glans, the delicate tip teasing the tip, causing the penis to twitch noticeably and emit a faint, fishy smell. With Zhou Qian's high nose almost touching the penis, this masculine scent quickly permeated her senses, making her unbearably itchy. She suddenly opened her mouth and took the tip of the penis in, sucking hard. The heat of the penis itself, the slightly irregular bulges, the sensation of her lips and teeth clinging to the penis and glans, the sticky moisture seeping from the glans—a surge of pleasure enveloped Zhou Qian.

Was this what "fleshly taste" felt like? Zhou Qian savored it, oblivious to her surroundings, like a thirsty person holding onto the spout of a water bottle. Her saliva continuously coated the penis, making it glisten. Her mouth wasn't large, and normally her lips were slightly pouting, full and moist. Now, they were even more wet and strikingly red, glistening with her own saliva and the sticky fluid from Duanmu Yang's glans.

Because Zhou Qian's hair was tied up, Duanmu Yang, standing above her, could see her rosy cheeks, high nose, and wet little mouth clearly. The sight of

his penis moving in and out between her lips was particularly striking. He, who had been so cold-looking, couldn't help but reach out and stroke her black hair and cheek. Whether it was her imagination or not, Zhou Qian felt that Duanmu Yang's penis had become thicker and longer with her sucking, requiring her to open her mouth wider and suck more tightly. She could even hear the wet, gurgling friction of her lips against his penis.

Originally intending to finish quickly, Zhou Qian had forgotten her initial goal of getting Duanmu Yang to ejaculate immediately. She squatted in front of him, her head bobbing up and down rapidly like a chick pecking at rice, completely disregarding the occasion and timing.

Just as Zhou Qian was about to get into the swing of things, she suddenly felt Duanmu Yang's large hand press on her forehead, forcing her to tilt her head back, and his penis slipped out. Zhou Qian felt a pang of disappointment, but his penis once again thrust straight into her mouth.

Zhou Qian almost gagged. Duanmu Yang was no longer passively sucking her; instead, he was holding her hair at her temples with both hands, his penis thrusting violently in her mouth. The change came so suddenly that Zhou Qian was completely unprepared. The glans thrashed about in her mouth, hitting her cheeks several times, distorting her face into a strange shape.

Zhou Qian had no chance to complain; she could only shake her head to adjust. Fortunately, after the previous oral sex, she had developed an instinct for the penis and quickly adjusted, letting it stand erect in the center of her mouth, piercing her throat. The hard, slippery penis slid smoothly into Zhou Qian's throat. Her already large eyes widened, the strange and stimulating discomfort almost causing her to lose her balance in her high heels, forcing her to quickly reach out and grab Duanmu Yang's hard buttocks.

"Mmm..." Zhou Qian's mouth was completely blocked, and she could only let out muffled moans through her nose. The taste of the penis deep in her throat was even stronger. The intense smell and the hard thrusting made Zhou Qian, who was unprepared, feel like she was about to suffocate, her face turning almost purple. Her survival instincts commanded her to spit out the penis in her mouth, but she seemed unwilling to let go for even a moment, especially since Duanmu Yang wouldn't allow her to. Just as Zhou Qian's brows were furrowed and her vision was blurred from the penis, Duanmu Yang suddenly pulled it out. Zhou Qian felt like she had been granted a pardon. She grabbed Duanmu Yang's thigh with one hand and her chest with the other, gagging violently!

However, if Zhou Qian thought that Duanmu Yang was showing her pity, she would be sorely mistaken. Before she could catch her breath, Duanmu Yang grabbed her by the ribs and lifted her up. Zhou Qian asked in horror, "What are you doing?" Before she could finish speaking, Duanmu Yang forcefully turned her limp body around, so that she was facing away from him.

Before she could even process what was happening, Duanmu Yang had already wrapped his arms around her waist, her round, full buttocks naturally sticking out behind her. She instantly felt a hot, muscular body pressing against her buttocks through her skirt!

"Ouch, you bastard! Let me go!" Zhou Qian finally snapped out of it; Duanmu Yang was actually trying to force himself on her right there!

Duanmu Yang's hot breath brushed against the back of Zhou Qian's neck, his tone still so nonchalant: "Keep your voice down, or you'll call someone over!" "It'd be better if they called, so they could catch you, you rapist!" Zhou Qian was both annoyed and amused by Duanmu Yang's shamelessness, but she was still forced to lower her voice. If she attracted attention, she'd be in real trouble! But wouldn't that mean she was just letting Duanmu Yang do whatever he wanted?

Zhou Qian's fleeting thought was not met by Duanmu Yang's mere second. He lifted the slit in Zhou Qian's skirt, pulling the hem up to her waist, instantly exposing her naked lower body to the light of day. Duanmu Yang whistled, and Zhou Qian immediately understood what he had seen. Instinctively, she closed her legs and protested,

"Don't look! You big pervert, you big lecher!"

"You're the pervert, aren't you? It's raining like rain!" Duanmu Yang said, reaching between Zhou Qian's legs. Zhou Qian wiggled her large buttocks, trying to prevent Duanmu Yang's fingers from entering. "I'm not, you're lying!" Actually, Zhou Qian knew Duanmu Yang was telling the truth. She had already been so excited by the oral sex he had forced her to do earlier that she was almost losing her mind. Her body was naturally prone to wetness; her little pussy must be a complete mess by now, right? While squatting and sucking Duanmu Yang's penis, Zhou Qian was still completely blank and unaware of what was happening. She could already feel the vaginal fluid slowly sliding down her inner thighs, gathering at the top of her stockings, making her feel a tingling, uncomfortable sensation. However, Zhou Qian would never admit to this! She

could be stubborn, but Duanmu Yang wasn't about to let her off so easily. Zhou Qian twisted and resisted, preventing Duanmu Yang's right hand from squeezing between her legs from behind several times. But unexpectedly, Duanmu Yang's left hand reached out from in front of her, directly touching her crotch and sliding over her naked private parts. Zhou Qian was furious. Duanmu Yang didn't physically violate her; instead, he quickly held out his fingers in front of her, laughing and asking, "Look at all this!" Zhou Qian glanced at it and turned her head away, saying sharply, "I don't know!" It turned out that Duanmu Yang's fingers had only brushed between Zhou Qian's legs before being wet with her vaginal fluid, a long, sticky strand of fluid clinging to the tip of his index finger. Zhou Qian was already feeling incredibly embarrassed when she felt Duanmu Yang's pressure on her buttocks again. Without the obstruction of her skirt, his penis slid directly between her buttocks and the top of her thighs. Zhou Qian's face paled, and she turned her head pleadingly, "You bad guy, please don't! Someone will come!" Duanmu Yang grinned wickedly, "I don't care, but seeing you all wet, who else will help you if I don't?" Duanmu Yang held Zhou Qian's waist tightly, and the more she struggled, the more his hard penis aroused her. She could only helplessly retort, "It's all your fault, and you're still laughing!" "It's my fault, so I have to take responsibility!" Duanmu Yang's tone was teasing, but his breathing was noticeably heavier.

Zhou Qian was the kind of woman who appeared slender and delicate, but was surprisingly voluptuous inside. Both of them were naked from the waist down; one had firm muscles, the other was well-proportioned. Between the friction of their skin and the intertwining of desire, their bodies were ablaze with passion.

"I don't want you to take responsibility..." Zhou Qian suppressed her inner desire and reached behind her to try and control Duanmu Yang's restless member. However, the more she tried, the more chaotic things became. Zhou Qian awkwardly grabbed back, revealing an opening between her legs. Duanmu Yang took the opportunity to release her waist, guiding his erect penis deep inside. Zhou Qian let out a "moan" and immediately felt the hot penis, like a burning hot iron, being inserted into her vagina!

"Bastard, be gentle..." Zhou Qian had been squatting for a long time in high heels, and her legs were already numb and sore. Her futile resistance had left her no chance to catch her breath. Now, being forcibly penetrated by Duanmu Yang, she felt both fullness and satisfaction in her lower body, and her body was swaying precariously. She quickly spread her palms and braced herself against the wall, so that she was in a half-bent position being penetrated. Although Zhou Qian couldn't see her own face, she knew that this position was incredibly lewd!

But Duanmu Yang just wanted to tease her. While holding her hips and thrusting his penis in, he whispered in her ear, "Is it comfortable?" Zhou Qian's vagina was very full and moist, so the initial discomfort of penetration had long since turned into the pleasure of physical intimacy. Of course, she couldn't tell the truth, but only protested with soft moans, "It's killing me, it's not comfortable at all!" "Then, how about this?" Duanmu Yang slightly adjusted the frequency and direction of his body, his mouth still kissing Zhou Qian's ear.

"Oh!" Zhou Qian's vaginal canal clearly felt Duanmu Yang's glans pointing upwards, pressing against the vaginal walls, making her gush with pleasure. The most troublesome thing was that, faced with Duanmu Yang's verbal teasing, she not only refused to moan freely, but also pretended to be angry, "You bastard, you pervert!" "Not comfortable? How about this?" Duanmu Yang suddenly pulled his penis completely out of Zhou Qian's tightly wrapped flesh, with only the glans wrapped around her labia. Zhou Qian suddenly felt an emptiness and loss in her vagina, and regretted being so stubborn. But in the blink of an eye, Duanmu Yang's penis gushed forth again, filling her vagina with rapid thrusts!

This rapid piston-like motion was like a hole-in-one on a golf course, completely arousing Zhou Qian's physical pleasure. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah, it's so deep!" "Still not comfortable this time?" Duanmu Yang's voice followed.

"Comfortable, so incredibly comfortable!" Zhou Qian couldn't be stubborn anymore. Her arms braced against the wall, her buttocks involuntarily arching back. The soft flesh of her buttocks could even feel Duanmu Yang's coarse pubic hair. The penis, fully inserted into her body, made the soft flesh inside her vagina tremble, tightly kissing the penis.

Duanmu Yang's voice was a little hoarse as he bit her earlobe, which was adorned with an earring, and asked, "Want more?" "Yes, again!" Zhou Qian answered breathlessly.

"What else?" Duanmu Yang lay on top of Zhou Qian, his penis throbbing restlessly inside her vagina.

"Bad, do it again like before!" Zhou Qian turned her face and rubbed against Duanmu Yang's cheek.

"What was it like before? Explain yourself clearly." Duanmu Yang cooperated by whispering sweet nothings in Zhou Qian's ear, but his lower body remained still.

"You know it! You almost killed me, and you still don't know?" Zhou Qian's face was flushed and delicate, almost translucent.

"Not going to talk?" Duanmu Yang not only didn't thrust, but pressed his body even tighter.

Although the feeling of being filled with a penis was intoxicating, Duanmu Yang's refusal to move meant that Zhou Qian's tender vagina was constantly being gripped by a rod. Eager to relive the feeling of her vagina being violated, Zhou Qian blurted out in her impatience and agitation, "You bad guy, you know, I want your big cock to fuck me like it did before!" "Ugh!" Zhou Qian's sudden outburst of profanity surprised Duanmu Yang. He quickly pulled out his penis, bringing out a glistening patch of vaginal fluid. Before the long-blocked fluid could flow out of Zhou Qian's body, his penis was reinserted into her vagina!

"Ah, so good! That's it, harder, harder!" The vaginal fluid that Zhou Qian hadn't had time to release acted as the best lubricant, and once again, the penis slid in even more suddenly and fiercely. Zhou Qian completely forgot about her modesty. If she hadn't completely forgotten that the situation of being fucked was inappropriate, Zhou Qian would have screamed out loud.

In the stairwell of the upscale club building, the long-separated couple were awkwardly intertwined, their bodies pressed together in a posture that seemed almost unnatural. The central element of this scene, flesh against flesh, was Duanmu Yang's penis, dripping with her juices. Zhou Qian leaned against the wall, her round buttocks arching backward, Duanmu Yang's lower abdomen slapping against her buttocks with a series of crisp "slap" sounds.

"Oh, you bad boy, your big cock feels so good! My little pussy is going to be torn apart!" Zhou Qian's snow-white, fleshy buttocks gleamed alluringly in the dim light. Her cries weren't loud, but her words grew increasingly unrestrained. The juices that gushed out with each thrust of Duanmu Yang's penis flowed down Zhou Qian's groin and onto her thighs, then were blocked by the top of her black stockings, glistening like a small waterfall.

If there were a camera capable of seeing through things, the most wondrous sight would be the depths of Zhou Qian's body.

Duanmu Yang's penis plunged completely into Zhou Qian's narrow, deep vaginal opening, churning her tender, fleshy cavity. At the same time, Zhou Qian's vagina was equally relentless; each time Duanmu Yang's penis entered, it triggered intense contractions deep within, as if countless fleshy little mouths were biting at it.

Duanmu Yang's buttocks tightened further, pushing his penis in even more fiercely, seemingly trying to stop Zhou Qian's little cunt's counterattack. However, the deeper his glans penetrated, the more his penis swelled, only further arousing Zhou Qian's vagina. Her cries grew increasingly rapid, and the contractions of her vaginal walls became more and more intense. The young woman, nearing orgasm, was like a wild horse, her buttocks heaving as she endured wave after wave of her rider's attacks.

Beads of sweat appeared on Duanmu Yang's forehead; his penis, so thick it was almost impossible to contain, was being kissed even more fiercely by the countless little mouths below. He knew he was about to ejaculate, and he didn't want to delay at all; on the contrary, he looked forward to the moment when his semen would burst forth spontaneously.

Zhou Qian clearly felt the change in Duanmu Yang's penis as well. Perhaps out of a desire for revenge, she focused on squeezing his penis even tighter, wanting him to ejaculate quickly. But at that moment, Duanmu Yang's penis completely disappeared from her vagina. Zhou Qian thought that Duanmu Yang had been too hasty and had accidentally slipped out, so she reached out to grab his penis and reinsert it. But Duanmu Yang grabbed Zhou Qian, spun her around, and, supporting her buttocks, thrust his penis back into Zhou Qian's vagina, face to face.

"Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Zhou Qian shouted provocatively, facing Duanmu Yang. She excitedly noticed that Duanmu Yang's face was flushed, and his eyes were fixed on her face with a fascination. Although as a woman, she was always the one being fucked during intercourse, at this moment Zhou Qian felt the pleasure of conquest. The so-called conquest was, of course, not as simple as riding on a man, but the pleasure of using her own charm to make a man lose control and become obsessed.

Duanmu Yang and Zhou Qian's bodies were pressed tightly together. He reached out and supported Zhou Qian's buttocks, and Zhou Qian took the opportunity to hook her arm around Duanmu Yang's neck, raising one leg and hooking it around his waist, once again welcoming Duanmu Yang's thrusts.

Duanmu Yang opened his mouth, his hot lips landing like a branding iron on Zhou Qian's tender, moist face, nose, forehead, chin, and earlobes. His penis below was like a burning stick, fitting perfectly against Zhou Qian's wet, fleshy opening. Zhou Qian felt his penis throbbing, knowing that her lover was about to climax. Her nails dug tightly into the muscles of Duanmu Yang's shoulders and back, her lower abdomen using the last of its strength to meet his thrusts, her mouth shouting unrestrainedly, "Ugh, big cock, shoot it into me! I want it, I want it!" Zhou Qian was completely dizzy from the stimulation of the impending ejaculation, her clitoris tightened, and her plump buttocks swayed violently with the twisting of her slender waist. Duanmu Yang launched his final, fierce attack, his penis plunging heavily into Zhou Qian's vaginal cavity. The vaginal walls almost spasmed, enticing Duanmu Yang to release all his energy. Duanmu Yang's fingers, supporting Zhou Qian's plump buttocks, were almost embedded deep within her flesh, his penis thrusting purely on instinct.

"Ahhh, stop, stop..." At the most crucial moment, Zhou Qian cried out incoherently.

However, Duanmu Yang couldn't stop at all. The moment Zhou Qian cried out was also the moment her vagina convulsed most violently. Duanmu Yang suddenly thrust in, then let his hot semen spray into Zhou Qian's vagina. Zhou Qian cried out "Ohhh" as she was ejaculated, her breasts swelling and pressing against Duanmu Yang's chest.

A series of noisy footsteps came from the stairwell entrance. Only then did Duanmu Yang realize something was wrong. He turned his head and saw only the backs of three or four cleaning staff in red uniforms.

"Oh my god, I told you to stop! They saw everything..." Zhou Qian suddenly lost her strength, her body limp as she leaned against Duanmu Yang.

Duanmu Yang shook his head, "What's the use of stopping? They must have been watching for more than a while, right?" "How dare you say that! I told you not to!" Zhou Qian reached out and punched Duanmu Yang.

"You go first!" After Zhou Qian had hit him enough, Duanmu Yang reminded her that she couldn't stay there any longer. Zhou Qian knew she had to go separately from Duanmu Yang, her face burning, and she lowered her head and said, "Then I'll go to the restroom first." Zhou Qian hurriedly straightened her clothes, then rushed towards the restroom at the emergency exit in her high heels. Not long after she walked, she heard laughter and chatter coming from around the corner of the stairwell: "But, she doesn't look like a prostitute!" "Never seen the world, huh? When I used to sweep floors at the Carnival, the prostitutes there were more refined than college students!" "You're the prostitute!" Zhou Qian really wanted to rush over and yell at him. However, on the other hand, even a prostitute wouldn't do something like that, given how she'd been begging to be fucked in the hallway while clinging to Duanmu Yang. Suppressing her resentment, Zhou Qian thought she needed to get home quickly. Although the cleaning staff were unlikely to enter the venue, who knew what might happen if they cornered her while she was with Li Binghe?

Having made up her mind, Zhou Qian went to the bathroom to clean herself. She first wiped the semen off her thighs, stockings, and skirt, then sat on the toilet to clean her vagina. To her annoyance, the semen Duanmu Yang had ejaculated inside remained inside. No matter how she manipulated her labia or changed positions, the thick, white fluid continued to flow slowly.

"It really is that bastard, just as bad as him!" Zhou Qian struggled for a while, but the more anxious she became, the less she could clean the semen out of her vagina. Oh well, she'd just have to go home and take a shower first. Zhou Qian stood up and pulled down her skirt. Only then did she feel a slight chill down below. "Oh no, that bastard still hasn't given me back my panties!" Zhou Qian realized that everything was reversed. Originally, Duanmu Yang had stolen her panties, which had led to this physical altercation caught by the cleaning lady. Unexpectedly, in the end, Duanmu Yang had taken her genitals, and she still hadn't gotten her panties back!

Chapter Sixteen, The Licentious Young Woman

On one side, wife Zhou Qian was having an affair, and the battle was fierce; on the other side, husband Li Binghe was also having an affair with his close friend Lin Delun's widow, Du Yingying. Li Binghe had been speculating about Du Yingying's motives. Du Yingying, however, seemed completely unaware of Li Binghe's embarrassment, and continued to ramble on in her memories.

"I still remember last summer when you and Delun took Qianqian and me fishing in the countryside. You two were so patient, but we women were bored, so we went to the river to catch loaches, and we both ended up falling into the water, haha." Du Yingying seemed to have forgotten the pain of losing her husband, and spoke of the past with great enthusiasm.

Li Binghe also remembered that experience. He didn't find it particularly interesting, but he was deeply impressed by the way Du Yingying

looked when she fell into the water. That day, Du Yingying was wearing a very thin white dress. After it was soaked, her skin was completely transparent, and her white bra and panties underneath were almost completely transparent, revealing her private parts. Li Binghe not only saw Du Yingying's two nipples protruding, but also caught a glimpse of a tuft of black hair on her genitals. Even the shape of her cleft was outlined by the wet dress and panties clinging to her. Li Binghe had seen countless women, and he could tell at a glance that Du Yingying's genitals were almost completely closed, a rare case of a "one-line vulva.

" "Hmm, Qianqian caught a cold after that trip home," Li Binghe chuckled, but the erotic image that flashed through his mind was already making him a little excited, especially the thought of the two of them dancing together, their bodies inevitably rubbing against each other. Compared to the slightly slender Zhou Qian, Du Yingying was clearly more voluptuous. Her two mounds, almost completely exposed by her transparent neckline, rubbed against Li Binghe's chest, her nipples seemingly already hard.

Was this slut going to use her beauty on me? Li Binghe found it somewhat amusing, but he couldn't simply ignore it physically. Du Yingying's thighs, encased in her silver dress, would occasionally brush against his groin, further arousing his penis. Just then, as the music softened and the lights in the hall dimmed, Du Yingying casually rested her face on Li Binghe's shoulder, her fragrant scent filling his nostrils, her two full breasts pressing against his chest.

Li Binghe tried desperately to control himself, but his penis inevitably hardened inside his trousers, only to be touched by one of Du Yingying's thighs. From the darkness came Du Yingying's soft laughter: "Oh dear, you men!" "Ah, sorry!" Li Binghe abruptly released Du Yingying, who quickly grabbed him: "What's wrong?" "I got a phone call! Excuse me!" Li Binghe made up an excuse and ran off, feeling ashamed of his hasty retreat. Li Binghe wasn't naive, but his desire for Du Yingying had been brewing for a long time, and today it seemed to be surfacing.

When they first arrived in Green Sea, Du Yingying had become very close to Li Binghe's family, giving them many opportunities.

However, Li Binghe always adhered to the principle of "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," and besides, Du Yingying was known for her big mouth; he dared not provoke her. Later, when their families fell out, Li Binghe naturally gave up on the idea. He never expected that after Lin Delun's death, this beauty would take the initiative to flirt with him!

In truth, getting rid of Lin Delun and then enjoying his wife was a wonderful outcome, and Lin Delun had only himself to blame. However, Li Binghe didn't get carried away; he knew the real enemy was still lurking in the shadows, waiting to stab him in the back. Under these circumstances, he could only suppress his desires. Anyway, in a month or two at most, he would be able to get to the bottom of things. Once he had eliminated all the potential enemies, regardless of whether Du Yingying's approach to him was genuine or feigned, he would

simply accept it without hesitation and have his way with her. Thinking this, Li Binghe finally regained his senses, but the physical desire aroused by Du Yingying hadn't subsided. Damn it, where is Zhou Qian? At this moment, Li Binghe missed his wife terribly. Fortunately, his restlessness only lasted a few minutes before he saw Zhou Qian coming in from the emergency exit. Li Binghe quickly walked over, grabbed Zhou Qian's arm, and said, "Qianqian, I was just looking for you, let's go." "Huh? Didn't you have a social engagement tonight?" Zhou Qian asked, puzzled. She had just retrieved her underwear from Duanmu Yang and was still a little dizzy after their intense standing intercourse.

"No, I haven't had dinner with you in so long. Let's go to Green Field Farm for your favorite roast goose," Li Binghe said sincerely. "

How can you be so nice?" Zhou Qian couldn't refuse, secretly lamenting: after Duanmu Yang's ordeal, there were bound to be some marks on her body and clothes, not to mention that a lot of his semen was still inside her vagina. Originally, Zhou Qian planned to ask her husband for leave as soon as she returned to the lobby to go home early and take a good shower.

"Let's go," Li Binghe said, pulling his wife away.

Zhou Qian didn't even have a chance to tidy herself up. As she passed a large mirror on the way out, she quickly touched her hair a few times. Fortunately, she didn't seem to look abnormal in the mirror, except that her face was a little too rosy.

"Qianqian, you seem to be feeling much better lately? You look great," Li Binghe said, turning to look at her as he drove.

Li Binghe rarely showed such tenderness to his wife. Zhou Qian timidly said, "Yes, I'm much better. Maybe the Chinese medicine I've been taking lately is really effective." "Really? I think so too." Li Binghe said, his gaze continuing to linger on his wife. Only then did he truly realize that Zhou Qian was like a different person today: her face was almost translucent with pink, her lips were moist and slightly parted, her eyes were bright and spirited, and even her hair, which was styled up, seemed darker and shinier than usual. Li Binghe only thought that the new prescription Zhou Qian was taking had amazing effects, making his wife regain her former radiance. How could he have imagined that his wife had received a sexual boost?

Zhou Qian was already feeling guilty. She gently pushed Li Binghe's arm, "Binghe, what are you looking at? Focus on driving!" Li Binghe realized he had been inappropriate and turned to face the road ahead, smiling as he said, "Qianqian, speaking of which, we haven't done 'that' in a long time." It's not strange for young couples to talk about sex, but their relationship had been a bit cold lately, so Zhou Qian was surprised that her husband would suddenly bring this up in the car. She glanced at her husband and whispered, "I'm sorry to have to put you through this, how about tonight..." Ever since Li Binghe was seduced by Du Yingying, he had been basically driven by his lower body. Zhou Qian's radiant appearance only added fuel to the fire, and her shy tone only intensified his desire. He deliberately teased his wife, asking directly,

"Do you want it?"

"How can you ask someone like that?" Zhou Qian felt embarrassed. Of course she wanted it. After being vigorously penetrated by Duanmu Yang, Zhou Qian was extremely satisfied, and it was impossible not to be tired after bending over like that for so long in high heels. However, after sitting in the car for a while, Zhou Qian seemed to really want it again, but it wasn't her husband, Li Binghe, that she wanted.

The worst part was that her husband asked her so bluntly. Zhou Qian suddenly felt the semen inside her vagina still slowly swirling, and the strange feeling made her unbearably itchy. Oh dear? Am I too lewd? Zhou Qian felt distressed and guilty.

Seeing Zhou Qian's troubled pout, Li Binghe felt a surge of warmth in his heart. They were almost at the farmhouse restaurant, but he suddenly pulled the car into a small mountain pass by the roadside. Zhou Qian asked curiously, "What's wrong?" Li Binghe didn't answer, stopped the car, turned around, and pulled Zhou Qian into his arms. Zhou Qian struggled:

"Binghe, what are you doing?"

"Qianqian, I can't wait until tonight, I want you now!" Li Binghe urgently pressed his lips to Zhou Qian's.

Zhou Qian never expected her husband to ask her to make love outdoors. Legally married couples usually wouldn't think of such clandestine acts. She turned her head away, protesting urgently, "Binghe, don't do this, I'll give it to you tonight." "No, I can't wait!" Li Binghe refused. Actually, his eagerness to take Zhou Qian to the countryside for dinner had ulterior motives. He knew this road very well, knowing there were many such narrow mountain passes along it. He and Chen Mei, the policewoman from the surveillance room, had once had sex in their car here. After being aroused by Du Yingying, Li Binghe's plan was to first have a thrilling encounter with his wife by the roadside, then go home for dinner and enjoy a proper night of passion.

Zhou Qian was unaware of Li Binghe's thoughts; she had her own worries: her vagina still contained another man's semen, and her husband's request at this moment almost made her lose her mind. She could only vehemently object:

"Don't do this, Binghe, it's so embarrassing!"

"What's so embarrassing about my own wife?" Unable to kiss his wife's lips, Li Binghe simply slipped his hand under the slit of her skirt.

"Ah, no..." Zhou Qian was most afraid of Li Binghe doing this; if he touched her genitals and found his semen, she would be dead. In desperation, Zhou Qian grabbed her husband's hand and said weakly, "Binghe, I really can't do anything with you! Let's go to the back seat, someone will see us here!" Li Binghe was overjoyed to see his wife agree. He quickly pulled his hand out from under his wife's skirt, climbed onto the back seat, and then pulled his wife over.

This time, Zhou Qian was much more proactive. She leaned against the car door, hugged Li Binghe who was on top of her, and kissed him. Li Binghe still tried to put his hand under her skirt, but she stopped him several times. Unable to do anything else, Li Binghe turned to caressing Zhou Qian's breasts. Zhou Qian quickly let out a soft moan, and Li Binghe could no longer restrain himself. He reached between Zhou Qian's legs again, panting, and said, "Qianqian, you must be wet inside, right? I'll take it off for you!" Zhou Qian grabbed Li Binghe's hand and said seductively, "You naughty girl! I'll take it off myself!" Li Binghe smiled smugly, unbuckled his belt, and released his already throbbing penis. Zhou Qian kept her word and quickly reached under her skirt to undo and remove her panties. Zhou Qian even carefully folded the panties and placed them under her buttocks, a gesture that made Li Binghe want to laugh. He thought Zhou Qian was still concerned about cleanliness at this point, but little did he know that Zhou Qian was afraid he would discover the filth stuck to her crotch.

Li Binghe felt that his penis seemed even thicker and harder than usual today. He held his penis with one hand and lifted his wife's skirt with the other, ready to take his wife right there and then. Zhou Qian hugged him tightly, preventing him from seeing her genitals, then proactively spread her legs and grasped his penis.

Although Li Binghe didn't get to see his wife completely soaked, her initiative was still quite alluring. Holding his wife, his penis, guided by her small hand, quickly touched the sticky entrance of her vagina. He couldn't help but shudder, exclaiming, "Qianqian, you're so wet!" "You naughty girl, you know I get wet easily..." Zhou Qian glanced at her husband and whispered, "Come on!" Li Binghe obeyed, his glans pushing into her moist labia, forcefully penetrating her. With a soft "Mmm," Zhou Qian hugged her burly husband tightly.

Li Binghe was even more excited now. Today, his wife's vagina was even wetter than usual, and what was even better was that it was still tight and elastic, like a small water pump inside, instantly sucking his penis in. What more could a husband ask for than such a charming and alluring wife? Li Binghe exerted brute force, thrusting his body, his penis pumping rapidly inside his wife's vagina, fully enjoying the exquisite massage of her fleshy walls.

"Mmm..." Zhou Qian's vaginal cavity tightened with each thrust from her husband, her plump buttocks grinding and twisting restlessly on the cushion. At this moment, she desperately needed the thrusting of a man's penis, the more intense the better! The semen that Duanmu Yang had ejaculated inside her was now being stirred by another penis, becoming the best lubricant, allowing the new penis to smoothly thrust back and forth!

Oh my god, it was so embarrassing! Zhou Qian dared not think further, only holding her husband's waist, swaying her slender waist to meet his penetration. The sensation of her flower being violated by his penis made her pretty face flush with pleasure, her whole body feeling comfortable, her inner core tightening even more, firmly wrapping around her husband's penis and glans.

As for Li Binghe, he felt an indescribable sensation. In all the years of marriage, this was the first time he had so clearly sensed his wife's vaginal activity—he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he even felt as if the walls of Zhou Qian's vagina were writhing flexibly, gripping his invading penis in waves, especially tingling and pleasurable at the glans.

"Oh, Qianqian, your pussy is amazing!" Li Binghe couldn't help but exclaim . At the same time, he felt each thrust become more difficult, more pleasurable, almost unbearable!

"You bad boy, it's all your fault!" Zhou Qian protested breathlessly. Li Binghe felt smug, using an awkward position to accelerate his piston-like movements, enjoying the ecstatic experience inside his wife's tight and elastic vagina, asking boldly, "Qianqian, is it comfortable?" "Mmm, comfortable..." Zhou Qian's body became even more sensitive at her husband's question; the countless stamens deep within her flower core stirred as if stirred by a spring breeze, tightly entwining Li Binghe's glans.

"Oh, Qianqian, your kisses down there feel so good..." Li Binghe was thoroughly enjoying himself, yet he also felt a vague sense of unease.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't kiss you, hmm, thrust into me..." Zhou Qian's thighs wrapped around her husband's body, the two of them embracing tightly, their genitals intertwined, their bodies churning with passion.

"Oh, Qianqian, wait a minute, let's change positions..." Li Binghe's glans was being kissed to its limit by Zhou Qian's flower bud, and he was eager to pull it out.

"No way, just thrust into me like this, faster, harder!" Zhou Qian had just found the feeling and couldn't stop.

"Mmm!" Li Binghe's penis was being sucked in by his wife's beautiful vagina, his mind went blank for a moment, his lower body was enjoying himself to the fullest, a surge of heat rushed deep in his lower abdomen, quickly exploding in every corner of his body—"Ahhhhh!" "Oh, Binghe, you..." Zhou Qian suddenly realized something was wrong, and this time she took the initiative to let go of her husband, letting him rest for a moment. Unfortunately, Zhou Qian's adjustment was too late. Li Binghe held her, his semen gushing out, his strong body trembling with excitement.

Li Binghe's expression was very peculiar, showing both the radiant glow of extreme pleasure and the embarrassment of not being able to satisfy his wife. He had indeed been too eager for Du Yingying today. He held his wife reluctantly, whispering apologetically in her ear, "Qianqian, I was really too impatient today. Let's do it again?" Although Zhou Qian was not satisfied, being doused with her husband's semen made her more sober. She gently patted her husband's face and said, "Silly boy, I told you not to do it here!" Li Binghe kissed his wife's delicate cheek and hugged her tighter again, "Again!" "No! You'll be too hasty again, making me uncomfortable!" Zhou Qian's tone was still soft, but she felt a little smug about her husband. At this moment, she suddenly missed a certain bastard. She had done it with that bastard in the car before, and the stimulation of that time was incomparable to this one.

His wife's words implied blame, and Li Binghe, who had indeed performed poorly, could only swallow his anger and say with a grin,

"It won't happen this time!"

Zhou Qian had actually lost interest in sex, but she had her duties as a wife after all. She forced herself to be cheerful and said, "Binghe, let's go home and take a shower first, so you won't be nervous again." "Then we won't eat?" Li Binghe asked.

"We can talk about eating later!" Zhou Qian was too embarrassed to say that they should have sex first and then eat. Actually, she didn't have much of an appetite for the upcoming sex or dinner.

"That's fine!" Li Binghe agreed. After all, he needed to readjust his physical condition after just ejaculating, and if he continued to perform poorly, it would be embarrassing.

Li Binghe climbed back into the driver's seat first, while Zhou Qian stayed in the back seat, quickly tidying herself up with a wet wipe. She was too embarrassed to check herself properly in front of her husband, but as soon as they got home, Li Binghe immediately hugged her.

"Hey, Binghe, stop it, I need to take a shower!" Zhou Qian pushed her husband.

"Finish first, then we'll shower together!" Li Binghe felt his penis become active again.

"No way, you know I shower as soon as I get home!" This was Zhou Qian's habit all along. Li Binghe had no choice but to give in.

After successfully getting away, Zhou Qian took off her skirt and stockings, and the first thing she did was check her genitals with the showerhead. When she parted her slightly thick labia and saw the white, sticky semen at the vaginal opening, she thought: Could that bastard's still be in here?

At this moment, a news article she had seen online suddenly flashed through Zhou Qian's mind: A Swedish woman recently gave birth to twins, and the doctor discovered that the two children had different fathers! According to this unmarried mother, she had sex with two men in a very short period of time, which led to this once-in-a-century event. She remembered that her colleagues had talked about this strange story for a long time, and she had even laughed at that Swedish woman for being too promiscuous.

Oh dear! I'm different! Zhou Qian quickly reassured herself. What was different about her? She couldn't really say. Although she was in her safe period and doctors had determined she was unlikely to conceive, the key issue wasn't whether she would have twins, but rather that her sexual behavior was probably a hundred times more promiscuous.

She had sex with two different men, less than half an hour apart, both times with internal ejaculation, and both times in very unusual circumstances. Moreover, one of the men, the one who gave her such intense satisfaction, was her extramarital lover. And the Swedish woman was unmarried… “Qianqian, are you done yet?” Li Binghe urged from outside.

“Okay, okay! You impatient lecher!” Zhou Qian came out wrapped in a bath towel. “Go take a shower! Ah, Binghe, what are you doing?” It turned out that Li Binghe couldn’t wait to shower. He picked up Zhou Qian and carried her straight into the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. Zhou Qian’s bath towel came undone, revealing her still slightly damp, naked body. Li Binghe pounced on her.

Well, Zhou Qian knew she was about to have sex for the third time in a short period, which was a bit too frequent. However, no matter what, this third time was with her husband, which was the only consolation. (

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