[Urban] Wild Younger Brother's Domineering Love (Complete) - 11

Chapter 5 Let's Climb Up Together (Explicit Content - Enter at Your Own Risk)

"Mmm...no...no...ah...I don't...have any more strength...mmm~" The dim light cast a hazy glow over this erotic feast. The strong man and the petite, alluring woman beneath him seemed like a perfect match, so harmonious.

"Haa, little vixen, you're gripping so tightly down there, and you still say you don't have any strength, hmm?" The seductive voice had barely faded when a heavy thrust of his narrow hips sent a shiver down Ye Fan's spine, involuntarily pushing her forward a step.

Seeing his goal achieved, Ye Qing smirked triumphantly, his thick penis thrusting forward again, deeply penetrating Ye Fan's tender flower, eliciting her soft moans as they climbed another step.

Ye Fan, driven upward by Ye Qing's ministrations, felt her soft body completely melt away, slumped against the escalator, not wanting to move a single finger. Only her restless lower body continued to open and close, enduring the man's fierce thrusts from behind, as if it couldn't get enough, desperately sucking and swallowing, then spitting out lewd saliva...

The man in the throes of lovemaking only thought about how to make each other happier, so he wouldn't allow her to escape. He protested with intense movements, forcing the dazed and ecstatic Ye Fan to cooperate with the man's steps, climbing up step by step like a bitch in heat.

"Sister, look at you, your ass is twitching like a bitch in heat as your brother fucks you..." Ye Qing's wickedness was once again on full display. Seeing the usually calm and collected Ye Fan being fucked so wantonly, he was so excited that he only wanted to keep her under him forever, thrusting and fucking her hard, making her cry out incessantly, making her see only him in her eyes and the whole world.

"Ugh... slower... mmm~~" Fortunately, there was a soft carpet on the stairs, so kneeling on it wasn't uncomfortable, otherwise their knees would probably be bruised and purple by now. Although it wasn't painful, climbing such a high staircase in the heat of passion would make anyone nervous. What if she accidentally fell? But the man behind her seemed different, completely oblivious. No! He was only concerned with making her feel better.

Ye Fan turned her head and glanced at the ladder behind her. They had already climbed about seven or eight steps, and the considerable height startled her. The man behind her was still thrusting his hips vigorously, pushing her upwards relentlessly. Ye Fan had no choice but to follow his force and climb upwards... Trembling with fear, her body became even more sensitive, and her juices trickled out from his penis, dripping onto the high-end carpet, a scene of extreme lewdness.

"Oh! You slut, that feels so good!" With that, he slapped her buttocks. The slap wasn't hard, but the sound was loud, making Ye Fan blush.

"Mmm...no..."

"No? Then why are you sucking so fast...Sister, you're so good at

saying one thing and meaning another..." Inside the elegantly decorated, warm, pure white villa, a man and a woman, naked and driven by lust, thrashed about, kneeling on the wide staircase, climbing step by step, as wanton as two beasts in heat, indulging in their lovemaking, unburdened by any worldly constraints.

The two, lost in their entanglement, were so perfectly in sync that the already lewd scene was imbued with a touch of allure, a touch of provocation, and a touch of unbearable longing. They wished they could find someone to rely on and have a passionate love affair, even if there was no future, no tomorrow, they would have no regrets.

"Oh~~mmm...mmm...I, I can't take it anymore, ah~" After several orgasms, even with the strongest will, the body could not control its already weak state to continue. It had no choice but to give in, lying motionless on the wide staircase, enduring Ye Qing's fierce onslaught.

"Ugh... I can't... Ah... Gently... Slowly... Ahh~~" At this moment, Ye Fan only had the strength to beg for mercy. But in the man's eyes, there was still a lot of room for exploration, after all, she still had the strength to speak, right?

"What? You can't take it anymore? Your little mouth is still very strong, um! Look how tightly it's sucking..." Although he said this, Ye Qing still "conscientiously" picked her up, but the "plowing" work still had to continue. He couldn't let his second brother suffer, otherwise, he would toss and turn and still have to stand up and crawl into his sister's body, which wouldn't be fun. So let's do it quickly, this is for the sake of the older sister.

Ye Qing was secretly pleased with himself, and found a reasonable explanation for his actions—for the older sister's good. Little did he know that this "good" was also based on the satisfaction of his own desires.

Of course, Ye Fan was unaware of Ye Qing's ulterior motives (Note: "ulterior motives" here can be understood as wishful thinking or a little scheme). She was only focused on sinking her soft body into Ye Qing's body, not wanting to move a single hair.

However, the man's attacks did not stop, and were still so sexy and alluring. So, unfortunately, she was once again pulled into the vortex of lust, floating and sinking with him, lost in the feast of the night, without regret...

Author's Note:

See how good Qinghe is to everyone, she's only been back for a short time and she's already having sex~~

Thank you for the gifts from Yaozhu and secret2, and thank you for your continued support, okay~

Girls, please vote! Every little bit of effort gives Qinghe more motivation. Speaking of which, work is tiring, I don't have much time to write~~

Chapter 6 Is the Flower Delivery Guy a Rich and Handsome Guy?

Ye Fan's interrogation was indeed quite unconventional, but in the end, she still lost to the man's erotic teasing. After being thoroughly fucked all night, she could only lie helplessly on the bed.

Lying on the soft bed, Ye Fan, who should have been furious, strangely curled his lips into a malicious smile. Coupled with the languidness of just waking up, it possessed a unique charm. If Ye Qing were still in bed, perhaps she would have pounced on him without hesitation, and then a passionate lovemaking would surely ensue.

But unfortunately, he didn't have that chance. Moreover, her smile was meant for him; failure, sometimes, is merely a means to deceive the enemy…

The wind outside seemed to sense her joyful mood, now dancing and flapping against the window, a gentle breeze with such force that it seemed to penetrate even the heart.

Ye Qing had only recently gotten up. Looking at the sleeping woman in his arms, he gently kissed her forehead and quietly got up, completely unaware that as he turned around, a large smile bloomed on the sweetly sleeping face behind him, all traces of sleepiness gone!

Despite her aching body, Ye Fan quickly tidied herself up and, taking advantage of Ye Qing's inattention, quietly followed him.

Only when he got into his car and sped away did she realize for the first time how inconvenient it was not to drive.

She called a driver to follow Ye Qing. Because Ye Qing was too cautious, they could only be left far behind.

*** *** ***

"A Line of Happiness" is a small flower shop with only two employees besides the owner. But recently, for some unknown reason, a new deliveryman arrived.

Speaking of this deliveryman, Xiao Li, who has worked at "A Line of Happiness" for two years, and Xiao Fang, who has also worked there for two years, have very different expressions.

This all boils down to a car, and, unfortunately, it's Ye Qing's BMW. Even Xiao Li, who isn't very knowledgeable about luxury cars, can tell that this car is quite valuable.

"Hmph! What's with the attitude? A lowly handyman driving a BMW, how extravagant! What a waste! I utterly despise him!"

"Hmph! Look at your dead fish eyes! He's just experiencing life, what do you know! A prince in distress gets taken in by a kind Cinderella, and they start a sweet love story, waah~~ my little heart~~~ can't take it anymore~~"

The customer service department of Feiyu Company has been quite turbulent lately, with the women causing a ruckus every morning. Their gossip revolves around one topic: a flower delivery man in a BMW.

No one would believe he was just a flower delivery boy. Aunt Zhang, who sweeps the floor, was the first to raise her broom and swear, "If that handsome young man is really just a handyman, I'll lose this broom!"

"Pfft—" Xiao Dan, who was drinking water by the door, was so provoked by Aunt Zhang

that she spat out her water. "Aunt Zhang, who cares about your lousy broom! But that handsome guy doesn't seem like a flower delivery man at all. I think he's probably another one of Teng Yue's suitors… but this one is just too good, I'm jealous!" Xiao Luo gossiped, handing over a tissue.

"Yeah, that's right. It's so good to be pretty, Teng Yue, I'm so envious of you! You should agree this time, right? Everyone knows you have high standards, but this Mr. Ye definitely meets your requirements... If you don't like him, hehe, give him to me, I'll cherish him, hehehehe..."

"Ahhhhh—Here he comes, here he comes, the BMW prince is here—" After the shouts, there was an eerie silence. Then a man's deep, magnetic voice politely sounded—

"Hello, is Miss Teng Yue here? These are Miss Teng Yue's flowers, please sign for them." What

Mr. Ye didn't know was that the group of women in front of him had already gossiped about a wonderfully old-fashioned love story—a prince pretending to be a flower delivery boy, sending flowers to pursue a beauty—and they were enjoying it immensely.

Even after he left, the commotion behind him continued for a long time. Perhaps sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

Author's Note:

Regarding the phrase "小九九" from the previous chapter, Taiwanese readers might not know what it means. Just understand it as wishful thinking or a little scheme.

I was so excited when I checked the homepage of my column today! Thank you for the ingredients, and also for Zhenzhen's wish—you're so thoughtful! I'll take care of myself. As for more updates, I can't guarantee that (Everyone's angry: You can't fulfill your wish and you still say that!! Mouhe whispers: I'm very busy, so busy I don't even have time to sleep in~~ Everyone: ......)

Mouhe shamelessly stretches out her hand again: Give me the votes! Reading too many overpriced novels will have consequences; you'll get pimples on your lips, and your hands will get rough from not exercising for a long time...

Chapter 7: Is it extortion, or extortion?

Autumn winds sweep away fallen leaves.

Summer in Zhanzhou isn't long; with the arrival of autumn, it gradually cools down.

The weather is nice; the scorching sun isn't out to join the fun, and the still slightly damp breeze feels very pleasant. Such weather is perfect for a stroll.

Breathing fresh air in the woods outside the city, feeling the breeze under the willows by the lake, or sitting by the window with a cup of tea, savoring life – all are excellent choices. So, Ye Fan skipped work again.

She admitted she was being a bit spoiled. Since Situ Jing needed her help (let's call it that for now), she naturally wouldn't hold back. After all, she was a woman, and women have the right to be capricious sometimes… Still relying on her own hands? How could that be satisfying? [Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, closely matching female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience… Intense and irresistible! Click to enter]

At this moment, Ye Fan was leisurely sipping tea in a lakeside pavilion, enjoying the last splendor before the leaves fell.

She wasn't uninterested in Ye Qing's job as a flower delivery boy. She racked her brains but couldn't come up with a clear answer. Knowing Ye Qing as she did, he absolutely disliked such "fussy" things. But now he'd given up a great job as a boss to become a flower deliveryman… Of course, she didn't despise the job, she just found it unbelievable.

A vague unease crept in, as if something was about to surface. But wasn't everything he did for her? Perhaps she was overthinking it…

Nearby, two children had gotten into a fight. One moment they were laughing and talking, the next they were fighting.

The two chubby little things twisted and turned, finally rolling around on the ground, their fair faces covered in dust. To Ye Fan, it all seemed so beautiful. Watching them, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"Waaah~~~~" The sound of a child crying rang out in an instant. Ye Fan mentally berated herself for standing by and doing nothing, then went to the child's side with a pained expression. She helped the little girl, who was lying on the ground crying loudly, and brushed the dust off her. Then she turned to look at the little boy standing helplessly to the side. The little boy,

realizing what had happened, grabbed the little girl's hand and strode away with the reluctant girl, leaving behind an infuriating remark: "Auntie, you're such a busybody!" "What? Who are you calling 'auntie'! Come back here, you brat!" Ye Fan was unusually provoked, immediately forgetting her initial thought that the child was cute. She couldn't help but sigh at how increasingly unruly children were these days!

The elegant ringing of the telephone quickly interrupted her thoughts. She straightened her pouting lips and said, "Hello?"

"Miss Ye, I have something for you here. I guarantee you'll be very interested."

Ye Fan frowned, her heart suddenly skipping a beat. The other person's voice was extremely slurred, clearly having been specially processed. Reason told her she should hang up, but uneasy suspicions prevented her from acting. Losing the most opportune moment would mean it would be too late.

"I'm sorry, I think you've got the wrong person." Despite her inner turmoil, she tried her best to remain calm; she couldn't afford to lose her composure at a time like this.

As if sensing her intention to hang up, the other person immediately chimed in, "The child is cute, isn't he? Hehehehe..." The hoarse laughter was like fingernails scraping against glass, sending chills down her spine.

Ye Fan felt goosebumps rise all over her body and couldn't help but shudder. The other person continued, "It's just a pity that being with your own brother won't produce children... oh, no, it should be that you can't produce 'normal' children. Don't you agree, Miss Ye?"

These words struck her like a bolt from the blue, shattering her into pieces. Ye Fan trembled violently, the phone almost slipping from her hand. She only heard herself mechanically reply, "Completely fabricated... Please don't talk nonsense. I have things to do, I can't play with you anymore."

"You can hang up now, but I can't guarantee that these things won't accidentally appear in the newspapers or on TV. After all, President Ye is a celebrity, I believe many reporters will flock to him... Tsk tsk, Miss Ye is really lewd, what a wonderful program..." Ye Fan chose to automatically ignore the rest of the words.

Although the other party's words were unbearable, she calmed down at this moment. It seemed that the other party was trying to blackmail her. However, any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem. As long as she could shut him up, she wouldn't be stingy with her material possessions.

"What do you want?" Ye Fan's voice had returned to calm.

"Miss Ye, don't say such unpleasant things..."

...

The obscure voice repeated its owner's will word by word, and she could even imagine the disgusting curve of the other party's lips opening and closing.

She tilted her head back, feeling her smooth hair swaying in the wind.

I wonder what the next gust of wind will take away...

Author's note:

Mouhe reaches out for tickets~~~~

Chapter 8 Fear, because I can't leave you

. When I got home, the city lights were already on.

Ye Fan clutched a brown paper bag tightly in her hand. Despite its light weight, it felt like she was carrying a thousand pounds, causing her to sway with every step.

Night had fallen, concealing all the sins. Yet, forgiveness and redemption were still far from being possible.

Slowly opening the bag, Ye Fan finally had the courage to face it—daytime always instilled fear in many, especially in a woman like her living within taboos, adding an extra layer of apprehension.

When the obscene photos came into view, even after an afternoon of mental preparation, Ye Fan was still horrified! Ye Qing, in the throes of passion, always exuded a fatal attraction; his sexy allure always made her unable to resist. But this was someone she could only see, and only she could see… Her

trembling hands were too weak to hold the thin paper, letting those dark, sordid moments fall like withered autumn flowers, scattering across the ground. Those sensual, beautiful images pieced together her shattered heart.

Her demands were simple: she was willing to give up anything to be with the one she loved. They didn't kill or commit arson, and their sincerity was no less than that of other couples, so why did they still not have a happy ending?

She hurriedly bent down to pick up the photos from the ground, as if holding her shattered heart, yet fearing that others would see them and reveal the "filthy" thoughts hidden deep within her.

She didn't even dare throw them in the trash; such things were far darker than garbage.

Money, fame, and fortune were not what she sought; all she cared about was him. If their explicit photos were exposed… she couldn't imagine the scene.

If he had something in mind, she wouldn't be afraid; the problem was that he hadn't made any demands. He just smiled wickedly on the other end of the phone, like manipulating a puppet, guiding her to uncover the darkness hidden deep within her heart. Of course, she wasn't naive enough to think that all of this was just a prank on a whim—obviously, that was too much.

Who exactly wanted to frame them? What was the purpose of doing this? She wondered, and she already had a vague answer in her heart.

*** *** ***

Back at the villa in Mingying Mountain, Ye Fan had composed herself. No matter how sad she was, she didn't want Ye Qing to worry. Everything was still unclear, and worrying was useless.

Pushing open the door, a fragrant breeze wafted out, and a large patch of fiery red roses covered the ground. Ye Fan's already ravaged heart was startled once again—what was going on? Had she gone to the wrong place?

She went back and carefully examined the courtyard. The flowers were still the same flowers, the trees were still the same trees, the wall was still the same wall… all of this proved that she hadn't gone to the wrong place.

So, it could only mean that the sun had risen in the west—her Ye Qing had finally come to her senses.

This time, she stepped out with a light heart. All the fatigue and worry of the day were swept away. At this moment, all she could see were the fragrant roses.

The fiery red roses, arranged in large hearts, filled the entire living room, like the ever-beating heart of a lover, silently proclaiming their undying love.

She covered her mouth, overwhelmed with joy and disbelief, as if she had returned to her girlhood, throbbing with unease. She feared she couldn't bear this intense love, yet she was like a moth drawn to a flame, unable and unwilling to turn back.

Even if it were an abyss, so what? She would fall with him!

Suppressing the urge to scream, she had to admit that she was also a "common" woman, easily moved by her lover's occasional romance.

Walking along the petals, the end of the roses was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. The sumptuous dishes looked unreal in the dim light, yet exuded an alluring aroma, tempting her appetite.

Soft music began to play, and the moment the handsome man slowly descended the escalator, tears welled in her eyes.

She saw him, in the only source of light. Would her love also be like this, a path strewn with thorns and allure, pain enough to shatter her, joy enough to bloom everywhere? And at the end of that path, there were finally brilliant fireworks. Her man walked towards her, bathed in light, like an elegant and noble prince, slowly reaching out his hand to claim her soul. His unwavering gaze told her that she could give him everything, that she had nothing to fear…

“Fan’er, why are you crying?” In his broad embrace lay her petite frame, Ye Qing’s voice filled with tenderness and affection.

Ye Fan snuggled against him, raising her tearful eyes, her expression pitiful. She pouted, “Aren’t you being cheesy? What era are we living in? Still so old-fashioned! Roses, candlelight dinner… Tell me, what are you up to?” Whatever your intentions, I’ll grant them—this thought remained buried in her heart.

Ye Qing shook his head helplessly, saying, “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” So oblivious to romance. Shouldn’t she be excitedly kissing him now, and then… (Not suitable for children)

Ye Fan’s eyes were innocent. She was like this; what could he do about it? She loved to take advantage of his affection and act recklessly. She didn’t care about anyone but him!

"Fan'er, have you forgotten what day it is today?"

She tilted her little head back, a smug smile on her face. In the scent of roses, her voice seemed to carry a faint, lingering fragrance.

"What day?"

Author's Note:

Actually, this chapter should be considered sweet...

Chapter 9: As long as you love the right person, every day is Valentine's Day.

The flickering candlelight cast an ambiguous glow on the mysterious night. Elegant, gentle music hypnotized reason, creating a drowsy yet deeply tender atmosphere.

The embracing couple, eyes slightly closed, danced slowly to the rhythm. Their free-flowing steps didn't care whether the next step was a spin or a touch, yet they never stumbled over each other's feet—a tacit understanding formed from childhood made them know each other intimately.

Leaning against the man's broad chest, Ye Fan's lips curved into a slight smile, feeling happier than ever. Nestled in his arms, she foolishly thought, how wonderful it would be if time could stop at this moment, or even if she could die in his arms right now, so at least she wouldn't have to live in constant fear. If she lost him one day, she might not be able to go on living.

She'd been truly spoiled by this man; having tasted his sweetness, even her usually strong will had weakened… This was definitely not a good sign.

"You still haven't told me what day it is today," Ye Fan murmured, slightly dazed, lost in his tender embrace. Actually, the date didn't matter; she just wanted to talk to him, to be together.

Ye Qing embraced her slender waist, swaying to the soft, lingering music. Hearing her half-awake, half-drunk murmur, he felt his heart melt. He unconsciously leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead—a very light kiss, yet the tenderness it contained was obvious to everyone.

"Silly girl, don't you remember…" he whispered seductively in her ear, "Today is our two-month anniversary…"

Ye Fan paused for a moment, then laughed. This silly girl, actually calling her a fool! Two-month anniversary? At this rate, wouldn't it be three months, four months, six months... every day be an anniversary?

"Oh, then tomorrow will be two months and one day, right? Do you think we should celebrate again?" Ye Fan joked seriously, adding an innocent look. To use a very popular word these days—cute. He wished he could take a bite right then and there.

Even so, women are strange creatures, saying one thing and meaning another. Actually, she was already laughing her head off. This big fool had finally been romantic for once. Hmm, well done, she'd trained him.

"Fan'er, do you remember that night?" Ye Qing asked with a reminiscing expression. "That night, you hid in the bathroom and fantasized about me—" The rest of his words were abruptly cut off by the woman in a fit of embarrassment and anger.

She knew it! So that's why he'd suddenly become so perceptive. Humph, he wouldn't get his way tonight!

Her gaze shifted to the lavish dinner on the table, mysterious and alluring in the flickering candlelight.

"Qing, I'm hungry~" A woman's weapon is always hers, especially with a man like Ye Qing.

Sure enough, seeing her pitiful expression, Ye Qing was immediately captivated. He took her hand and led her to the table, sitting opposite her.

"Did you prepare this yourself?" A closer look revealed it was impossible; how could he know how to do this?

"Ahem~" Ye Qing coughed lightly, a suspicious blush appearing on his face. "Um, I made this."

Ye Fan looked at it as he pointed, almost bursting out laughing. She heard herself ask uncertainly, her voice strained, "This is... steak?"

Ye Qing's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded, excitedly saying, "Yeah, try it, it should be good."

Ye Fan looked at the dark, unidentified objects and marveled at her own ingenuity. To paraphrase Stephen Chow, "This works? I'm a genius!"

Seeing Ye Fan still staring at the unidentified objects in the bowl, Ye Qing coaxed her further, "Fan'er, this is something I prepared especially for you all afternoon..." He finished the sentence with a pitiful look.

Ye Fan was filled with mixed emotions. How could he be so adorable? He was domineering and inhuman, and he was still inhuman when he was cute, but damn it, she was completely captivated... But, was he sure this was edible?

"Qing, are you sure you want me to eat this?"

Ye Qing lowered her head dejectedly and said, "I knew it... I shouldn't have put it here, it ruins the atmosphere... It's okay—" Of course, she didn't get a chance to finish her sentence because she was already smiling smugly.

Ye Fan chewed on the slightly charred food in his mouth, his eyes crinkling with delight: "It's so delicious... Qing, your cooking is amazing, mmm, delicious..."

Ye Qing's smile hadn't faded when she saw how much she enjoyed it, and she couldn't help but pick up a piece and put it in her mouth—

"Pfft—cough cough cough cough..."

Ye Fan's calm gaze drifted over, and he handed her a glass of water, comforting her, "Qing, even if it's delicious, you can't wolf it down like that. See, you're choking."

Ye Qing took the water, unable to express her bitterness. Who knew she was so ruthless, managing to make such a disgusting thing look so delicious?!

"What are you looking at? I just think it's delicious." Ye Fan still had an innocent expression. Although it was bitter and astringent, the fact that he had gone to this lengths for her was enough to make up for that flaw.

You know, this man never cooks. He's been spouting nonsense about "a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen" with great enthusiasm. But that blissful expression was definitely an act; such "delicious" food is best enjoyed together, hahaha...

Author's note:

Still very sweet, looks like I really am a loving mother~~~~

Speaking of which, yesterday I went to a jewelry store with a friend, and the shop owner mistook me for a lesbian. This friend is my classmate and roommate for four years, and we were even bunkmates during our internships, like family. I really didn't expect to be misunderstood! It just shows how "pure" the shop owner's mind is~~ I laughed so hard, haha. I'm

deeply reflecting on my actions...

Chapter 10 Passionate Lips and Tongues (High H, Enter at Your Own Risk)

When Ye Fan woke up in the man's arms, a smile still lingered on her lips.

After last night's candlelight dinner, Ye Qing didn't unleash his beastly desires as she had expected; he just gently pulled her into his arms, covered her with the blanket, and then... went to sleep.

They talked a lot during that time, and the atmosphere between them was warm and cozy. Ye Fan was unusually calm and slept soundly, seemingly having cast aside all her unhappiness and anxieties. For once, she slept soundly until dawn.

Barefoot, she got out of bed, opened the French windows, and her sheer nightgown fluttered in the breeze, her flowing hair giving her an almost ethereal look.

Ye Fan stretched, feeling refreshed, but before she could retract her raised hand, her slender waist was seized by a large hand.

The man's deep, magnetic voice still carried the languor of just waking up as he nibbled at her delicate earlobe, whispering sensually, "Fan'er, you're seducing me..."

"Giggle~~ Let me go, it tickles..." Slightly tickled by Ye Qing's fresh stubble, Ye Fan tried to dodge and weave, attempting to escape his grasp.

But Ye Qing seemed to be enjoying himself, ignoring her struggles and rubbing against her soft skin, eliciting a soft, playful annoyance from the woman in his arms.

"Hey, don't you have to work? If you waste any more time, you'll be late~" Ye Fan said playfully. Her tone was confident, as if she knew the man was worried about being late—heaven knows where she got that confidence.

"No rush, we should have 'breakfast' before work." The two perfectly normal words, "breakfast," were made incredibly ambiguous by the man, and Ye Fan really admired his talent.

"You're not in a rush, but I am! I skipped work again yesterday, and if I don't hurry up, I'll have to go home and eat myself!"

"Oh? You skipped work?"

"Oh, Qing, are you hungry? I'll make you something delicious, hehehehe."

"Okay, I want... to eat you..."

"No, you pervert... ah~~ bad guy, I still need to make breakfast..."

"Fan'er, you smell so good... um... let's make it together..."

On the gleaming kitchen counter, a fair, naked, pert buttocks writhed uncontrollably with the owner's moans of "ah... ah..." and sometimes even arched upwards with the strength of the arms supporting her on the counter. The high, firm breasts, partially hidden beneath the sheer fabric, swayed alluringly with each seductive movement, captivating and mesmerizing…

“Haa…haa…no more…um…oh ah…” Ye Fan lowered her head slightly, her dark hair concealing her ecstatic expression. Through her gaze, one could see a suspicious bulge in her lower body, rising and falling, swaying from side to side beneath the sheer fabric…

“Haaaaah—don’t bite…ah…”

The sheer fabric was lifted, revealing a man’s handsome face. He raised his head, his lips alluringly glistening. He extended his crimson tongue towards Ye Fan, licking his thin lips with lingering satisfaction.

“Mmm…sister is so sweet…I want to drink this every day…” Although his tone was slightly labored, he still maintained a composed demeanor. Ye Fan frowned slightly, a mysterious glint flashing in her eyes. She slowly lowered her sheer nightgown, then slid down the counter, her red lips slightly pouting, and said with displeasure, "Alright, I'm going to cook, you get out of the way."

With that, she turned away with difficulty and busied herself. Her expression was perfectly serious, but her shapely buttocks swayed back and forth, rubbing against Ye Qing's erect penis, making him harder and harder, almost to the point of explosion. But Ye Qing was no ordinary man; he maintained a composed smile, only his rapid breathing betrayed him.

"You do your thing, I'll do mine..."

she said, then bent down, parted Ye Fan's bare legs, and knelt between them. He tilted his head back and licked the nectar-drenched bud—he didn't believe she could keep up the act any longer. He was determined to make her beg for mercy, to plead with him to fuck her hard…

“Oh~~” Ye Fan couldn't help but tilt his head back, his long neck forming a beautiful curve. He looked down at the lewd scene below, the nectar flowing even more profusely, almost overflowing. She finally couldn't resist his teasing and pressed her private parts even closer to him, wanting more caresses, wanting him to caress her deeper.

"Roar! You little vixen! Do you want to break your little brother's tongue..." Ye Qing deliberately pulled out his tongue, speaking in a low, hoarse voice, and then, before she could protest, he joined two fingers together and forcefully shoved them in.

"Ohhhhhh—it hurts...get out, hahh..."

"Does it hurt? Then why is sister biting so tightly...I'll get out." At this moment, he was unusually "obedient," but soon, he got what he wanted—

"Hmm, no...ah...come in..."

Ye Qing chuckled softly: "As you wish."

This time, of course, he used both his hands and mouth...

this time, he got what he wanted, and what about her? Ye Fan's face, filled with lust, held an unseen smugness; perhaps, it was coming soon.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the brown paper bag, wrapped tightly, lay peacefully in a corner, seemingly forgotten. But can what exists truly be erased so easily?

Author's Note:

A domineering puppet? Hmm? Then I won't let you see the next chapter. Anyway, writing is hard work, and work is tiring...

Chapter 11: Keep the "little brother" for a lifetime (intense H)

"Ugh... ugh... um..." The woman's muffled groans rang out rhythmically, the suppressed cries from deep in her throat making people fantasize.

"Oh! Deeper, ah... yes, just like that, lick..." The pure male moans sounded so erotic, but they didn't feel disgusting. Instead, they were very alluring, causing waves of hot fluid to flow continuously from the woman squatting in front of him, almost becoming a small stream.

After a period of training, Ye Fan was able to take most of Ye Qing's penis into his mouth. Of course, the man was very satisfied with this result and was looking forward to the day when she could completely take him in.

Holding her head, Ye Qing couldn't help but thrust back and forth, the two full testicles behind his penis rhythmically slapping against her delicate chin, the "slap slap" sound was endless, like aphrodisiac music, urging the two of them to fly to the peak of lust.

Ye Fan's delicate face was slightly red from being scratched by the man's coarse pubic hair, the itchy sensation making her a little uncomfortable. But when she looked up and saw Ye Qing's sexy appearance, lost in passion, she was filled with pride. This was her man, the man who was crazy for her! The man she was willing to give everything for!

His vigorous thrusts and affectionate eyes were so alluring, making her burning heart pound and her restless private parts even more unbearable.

"Mmm... Qing, I want..." Holding his imposing penis, Ye Fan's almond-shaped eyes flashed with a hazy desire, her face full of unsatisfied desire. Now, she already knew how to make a man lose control.

Ye Qing chuckled wickedly, what a wanton body.

Reluctantly, he pulled his penis out of her mouth, then lifted her body, allowing her curvaceous figure to perfectly fit against his masculine body, rubbing together passionately, sparking a burst of passion.

But Ye Fan, burning with desire, clearly couldn't stand his slow pace. She actually spread her legs, swayed her body, and grabbed his erect penis, pressing it against her wet lower body. However, because it was too slippery, she couldn't penetrate him after several attempts. Frustrated, she squeezed her legs together, trapping his prominent penis between them, and then, mimicking the steps of intercourse, slowly moved back and forth.

"Ah~ mmm~ so good... ahh..." The friction of their genitals relieved the emptiness caused by unfulfilled desire, making her moan lasciviously.

"Hmm~ vixen! So horny..." Seeing her having so much fun, completely treating him as an ornament—except for the iron rod in his lower body—Ye Qing felt a little uncomfortable, but on the other hand, he was captivated by her lascivious behavior, and his eyes couldn't leave her.

Cold and indifferent, wanton and wanton, no matter which version of her, she was the one he loved, the one he couldn't let go of—she was his alone.

Ye Qing stretched out her arms and effortlessly lifted her up. Her pert, snowy buttocks sat on the counter, her long, full thighs spread wide, her bright red private parts exposed in the daylight, even the finest folds clearly visible. Ye Fan, unusually shy, wanted to close his legs, but Ye Qing had already moved in, her head lowered, intently staring at her alluring bud.

Her glistening private parts were exposed to the air, her tightly closed vulva gushing with clear fluid. He couldn't help but move his lower body closer, rubbing against her, letting his long penis absorb her scent, becoming oily and shiny. How could he, also burning with desire, remain so composed? Ye Fan felt stifled…

“Hmm… Qing, don’t you want it? Look, our little sister is crying with desire, hurry up and let your little brother feed her…” Ye Fan shamelessly pouted his red lips, but his eyes gleamed with a foxy light. She had studied belly dancing, and her teacher often said that her eyes were incredibly captivating when she danced. Back then, she couldn't fully grasp the meaning of "captivating," but now Ye Qing understood, and he couldn't resist.

"Oh! You slut who needs to be fucked! Watch how I fuck you, I'm going to make you cry!"

Ye Fan lowered his head as he demanded, and in that instant, his long penis plunged into her body, stretching the skin around her vulva almost transparent. What amazing tissue! Such a small opening, yet it could envelop such a large vulva…

"Mmm~" Ye Fan raised his head and moaned.

"Oh! So tight! You little slut, look, your little mouth down there has completely taken me in. Next time, I'll use this…" His slender fingers, still slick with her vaginal fluid, were now resting on her lips, caressing them suggestively.

Ye Fan hooked her arms around his neck, giggling incessantly, her red lips slightly parted, her breath sweet as orchids: "Qing, you'd better take care of your lower body first, otherwise, I'm afraid it won't be able to 'bully' me again next time..." She just couldn't stand his calm demeanor; she loved seeing him go crazy for her, so she always tried to "provoke" him with words.

Of course, most of the time, the result was utterly disastrous...

"Ugh...ugh...slower...ah...I can't...take it...too deep...uh..." The unbearable moans were shattered by the thrusts—repeated defeats.

In the passionate swaying, he leaned down and whispered tenderly in her ear: "Sister, your little brother will keep this 'life-sustaining' to serve you for the rest of his life..."

What intoxicating words of love, because he said "for the rest of his life"...

Author's Note:

Thank you Tata and Fireworks for the fleeting gift~~ Tata, I love you, I love you, I love you~~~

Chapter 12 Meeting Situ While Sick

Time always slips away unnoticed. Every day was the same routine: going to work, coming home, grocery shopping, cooking… all in a daze. Sometimes, she'd suddenly realize what day it was, like being jolted awake from a beautiful dream, leaving her with a lingering sense of unease.

These past few days, nightmares had plagued Ye Fan as many times as her beautiful dreams. The usually composed Ye Qing had become incredibly romantic, often making her feel like it was all just a dream. Happiness had come too suddenly, too much, to the point that she began to lose control of her emotions—doubt and unease.

Accompanying Ye Qing's tenderness were threatening letters, one after another. The person seemed to know she didn't want Ye Qing to know, or perhaps had ulterior motives; although they sent one every day without fail, Ye Qing never suspected a thing.

The photos were all taken recently, and none were duplicates. Clearly, they were being watched. She had considered moving, but where was safe?

Anxiety gradually eroded her remaining rationality. Now she has started to habitually stop reading newspapers, habitually avoid all gossip news, and habitually wear a calm smile when facing Ye Qing... but she is very tired.

Every night, the moment Ye Qing approached her, her whole body stiffened, and even the forced smile on her face almost crumbled, despite their sweet moments just moments before, despite her continued love for him. Seeing the expression on Ye Qing's face shift from confusion to worry, then to dejection, her heart felt like it was being steamed in a hot pan, agonizingly painful.

Many times she wanted to tell him the truth, but ultimately she held back. She didn't understand her own actions. She had always despised those who shouldered everything alone, but now she had become one of them. She had become someone she didn't even recognize, yet she was helpless.

She still went to work as usual, then sat numbly in front of the computer, trying to concentrate on her work.

With a soft sigh, Ye Fan stood up, pushed her chair back slightly, her slender body swaying almost imperceptibly, and then walked out. She had been arriving early these past few days, and now only a few colleagues were sitting at their desks chatting. She

went to the tea room, got a cup of hot water, then leaned against the door, closed her eyes, and sipped it softly.

Perhaps due to recent high levels of stress, her period came a full week early, accompanied by severe lower abdominal pain and a dragging sensation. A warm drink provided some relief. Ye Fan, supporting herself on the door with her left hand against her lower back, could barely maintain her balance. She still couldn't accept the fact that she, usually so healthy, was experiencing menstrual cramps, and the kind of pain that felt like it was going to make her faint.

"Ugh..." Another wave of cramping pain struck. Ye Fan clutched her stomach, gritting her teeth to endure the intense agony. Back in school, she had seen some of her female classmates suffer so much pain during their periods that they almost fainted, and she hadn't quite believed it. Now she completely understood, and even felt apologetic for her initial slight skepticism. Being a woman is truly not easy!

"Bang—" A loud crash echoed as Ye Fan's body, already weakened, was violently impacted by the door. She nearly slipped off, but the cup in her hand couldn't withstand the impact and slipped from her grasp, splashing water everywhere.

The person outside seemed to pause for a moment before speaking, "Who's in there?"

Ye Fan didn't have the energy to react much, so she simply moved her body against the wall, forcing herself to remain calm, and said, "Come in."

Upon hearing Ye Fan's voice, Cheng Feiyan's expression turned mocking. She raised an eyebrow and strode in, muttering a few complaints, "Honestly, why are you blocking the door for no reason? Do you think you're the only one thirsty?"

Ye Fan pursed her lips, her pale face revealing a sickly look, but she smiled faintly and turned to leave. She didn't want to get entangled with her any longer; she was an adult, and such childish behavior was really pointless!

Who knew that Cheng Feiyan wasn't going to let it go so easily, her mockery continuing, "I told you, how can a sparrow become a phoenix? It's only been a few days, and she's already been divorced, tsk tsk... But it doesn't matter, it was all expected. So, it's best to know your place first, so you don't become a laughingstock later."

Know your place? Well said! Why doesn't this gossipy woman reflect on herself? It's utterly baffling! Ye Fan completely ignored her sarcasm, but accidentally tripped over the threshold, nearly falling. This delighted Cheng Feiyan, who laughed incessantly.

Ye Fan cursed her bad luck inwardly, having no time for her, and focused on enduring the pain to get away. All she wanted now was to find a place to lie down. Her

lower abdomen was already aching badly, and this incident made her want to kill someone…

“What's wrong?” A large hand gripped her shoulder, and a man's deep, worried voice came.

Hearing Situ Jing's voice, Ye Fan subconsciously looked up, and when she saw the elegantly dressed woman beside him, she finally understood what Cheng Feiyan's words meant. But she couldn't care less now. Sick people often become weak-willed, especially after the sarcastic remarks just now; Situ Jing's concern was all the more precious.

His large hand was so warm, the warmth seeping through the fabric onto her skin, making her feel a sense of longing. She wanted to indulge herself in that warmth, but ultimately chose to give it up. He wasn't him, and no matter how warm it was, it wasn't what she wanted.

"I'm fine." Ye Fan's lips were pale, and her stubborn expression seemed so pitiful to Situ Jing. He felt a pang of pity and, ignoring her resistance, took her hand and started walking. "You can't even walk steadily, and you call that fine? I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, I don't want to go to the hospital, let go of me." Ye Fan struggled.

Situ Jing stopped, looked down at her, and smiled, saying, "I think you probably don't want others to see me carrying you to the hospital..."

Ye Fan gritted her teeth, unwilling to accept it, "Why are you meddling! I already said I'm fine..."

"Caring about your 'girlfriend' is called 'meddling'?" As soon as Situ Jing said this, the beautiful woman standing not far from him visibly trembled, but no one had time to pay attention to her.

Seeing more and more people passing by, all staring at them with curiosity, Ye Fan reluctantly compromised: "I don't want to go to the hospital, I just need to rest, I... I'm really fine." She couldn't tell the truth to a man who was at most a friend, but her face flushed slightly, a hint of "protesting too much."

Two barely perceptible blushes on her pale face added a touch of allure. Situ Jing finally understood why Xi Shi was most beautiful when she was sick.

"Miss Zhen, I'm sorry, my girlfriend isn't feeling well. Let's reschedule the contract discussion."

The woman called "Zhen" snapped out of her daze, politely indicating it was alright, and then watched them walk away. He hadn't even offered her a seat...

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