【Second Face】(2)-3

(II) ...The snow-white, round buttocks, half-covered by stockings, gleamed brightly in Lu Sheng's eyes. Faced with such a strong visual impact, Lu Sheng maintained a rhythm that was sometimes shallow and sometimes deep. No matter how the swaying, beautiful buttocks welcomed him, Lu Sheng restrained the urge to penetrate to the hilt.

Han Man, with her back to Lu Sheng, raised her head high, revealing tightly furrowed brows, seemingly in pain. However, her mouth, which opened and closed with the rhythm of the man's thrusts, and her hands, which kept covering the corners of her mouth, seemed to be telling of endless pleasure.

After more than ten minutes, Han Man's juices became incredibly abundant, and her body twisted more and more violently, almost actively ramming the most sensitive part of her vagina against the hard male organ. Each impact made her tremble all over, and each one brought a slight twitch. Just as Han Man began to actively pursue her desire, Lu Sheng finally began a new movement.

He made Han Man get off the bed and stand on the ground, still maintaining the rear-entry position, but he held Han Man's wrists from behind with both hands. To maintain the alignment of their positions, Han Man had to stand on tiptoe to meet Lu Sheng's thrusts.

It was easy for anyone to see that this was a classic position. With the man behind her gripping her wrists, she was essentially defenseless. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape the attack from behind; the more violently she struggled, the more intense the man's pleasure. Because of this characteristic, this position was frequently used for rape.

Lu Sheng clearly used this position skillfully, thrusting heavily into Han Man from behind, forcing her to unconsciously move forward.

It wasn't until Han Man noticed the curtains in front of her that she realized she had been subtly guided several steps by Lu Sheng. Now, the two were standing completely in front of the curtains, separated from the large floor-to-ceiling windows by only a thick curtain.

A strong sense of unease welled up in Han Man's heart. She didn't quite understand what Lu Sheng wanted to do, but it was clear that what he was about to do filled her with a sense of danger and fear.

*Whoosh!*

Lu Sheng abruptly pulled back the curtains in front of Han Man.

In an instant, dazzling sunlight poured down on Han Man's skin. After a brief period of blindness, she finally realized her predicament. Before her lay the street and a constant stream of people, almost within arm's reach.

"Hey! What are you doing…"

Han Man giggled, turning her head away, scolding Lu Sheng. She arched her back unnaturally, trying to dodge to the side, but Lu Sheng seemed prepared. He held Han Man's hands tightly, preventing her from escaping.

"Sheng, Sheng, stop joking! Close it…"

Han Man looked at Lu Sheng, his brows furrowed and eyes half-closed. Clearly, Lu Sheng hadn't heard her pleas. The fear in her heart intensified, and her body stiffened and tensed briefly.

"Sheng, others will see… Don't do this…"

The smile faded from her beautiful face, and her previously dreamy eyes widened, staring intently at the ground, her gaze filled with intense fear. Her body began to curl downwards—Lu Sheng, who had underestimated the strength Han Man was unleashing at that moment, was startled by the force of her curling. Han Man seemed completely unconcerned about dislocating her arms, only wanting to avoid the bright glass. Lu Sheng naturally wouldn't let Han Man curl down so easily, because that would mean her body would be detached from his manhood, and she would be tightly curled up on the carpet, making it difficult to get her up again.

So Lu Sheng thrust forward sharply, releasing Han Man's hands and tightly gripping her waist.

In this way, the naked Han Man was completely pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass by Lu Sheng. From head to toe, her full breasts and flat stomach were completely exposed to the sunlight and the view of the crowd.

At this moment, anyone who looked up towards the room could have a clear view of Han Man's graceful body, and those with excellent eyesight could even see the snow-white area of her tightly clenched genitals.

Han Man was clearly aware of this possibility; if her current appearance were discovered, everything would be over. She could almost picture herself walking down the street, being pointed at and called that lewd woman.

The despicable man behind her not only didn't let her go, but pressed her body against the glass. When she realized she couldn't resist his strength, her fear began to turn into sorrow.

She had given him her whole heart, but faced with her pleas, this man only cared about his own pleasure, completely disregarding her life or death.

Tears of grievance and sorrow streamed down her face. Han Man couldn't utter a complete sentence, only bursting into tears.

Lu Sheng looked at Han Man's tear-streaked face and sighed inwardly. He always softened in the face of such a beautiful woman. He pressed Han Man tightly against him, his mouth close to her ear, whispering, "Don't cry, don't cry, the people down below can't see us."

"You're a bastard, a bastard!"

"Relax, Xiao Man, believe me, everything will be alright... God... you're going to crush me..."

Han Man didn't speak, her eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down her face.

Time ticked by, and she couldn't stop the man's advances from behind. Her body was completely exposed to the light of day, which could almost kill her. All she could do was lower her head slightly, letting her hair fall to her sides, hoping no one would recognize her.

Lu Sheng patiently comforted and persuaded Han Man. Perhaps Han Man sensed Lu Sheng's concern in his words, and her attitude finally softened. For a woman like her, her position in a man's heart seemed more important than whether others would notice.

Just as Lu Sheng said, at this distance, passersby might not look up, and even if they did, they might not notice, and even if they did, they might not recognize the two of them. Whether others would discover their secret was still unknown. In comparison, Lu Sheng's deliberate abuse and disrespect were perhaps the main reason for her instant breakdown.

Therefore, when she discovered that Lu Sheng was still as gentle and considerate as ever, still genuinely caring for her like a first love, she finally let down her guard.

Only then did she gradually notice the obvious changes in her body.

Although Lu Sheng kept whispering in her ear, he never stopped his assault. The tightness of her body and the resulting vaginal contractions not only brought immense pleasure to men, but were also an extreme stimulation for women. In this situation, even if Han Man wanted to relax, she probably couldn't—like a girl unbuttoning her bra for the first time with her lover, or a married woman spreading her legs for the first time with her lover, the initial shyness and nervousness couldn't be overcome by willpower.

A woman's first sexual experience in front of a window, facing a bustling street, would instinctively cause her resistance and tension. Even with a lover offering tender comfort, the body's instincts aren't so easily resisted.

Lu Sheng naturally knew this, and he understood it perfectly well. To truly develop a relationship with a woman like Han Man, this step was necessary, and crucially so. If done well, the quality and variety of their future sex life could reach a new level; if done poorly, it could damage and deteriorate their relationship.

No matter how reluctant he was, this wasn't the time to soften his heart. No matter how heartbroken Han Man was, once this began, it couldn't be abandoned halfway. If he stopped now, he might never have the chance to enjoy intimacy with Han Man again. Therefore, Lu Sheng attacked from both sides, using a firm stance while simultaneously soothing words.

Only by constantly stimulating Han Man's sense of shame in this way, creating a stark contrast between her behavior in his groin and in public, could he truly conquer a woman like Han Man.

Although Han Man stopped crying, her intense sobs showed no sign of stopping. The impact within her vaginal canal produced a trembling sound that drove men wild. Han Man

didn't notice the change in her voice, but she clearly felt that her tight vaginal canal was filled with a large amount of fluid, coating the surface of his penis and giving it a slippery feel.

For a woman, not continuing to refuse is tantamount to consent.

Han Man seemed resigned, her brows furrowed tightly, letting a large flush rise to her cheeks.

Lu Sheng still hadn't reached the point of stopping. This unusual stimulation, while bringing immense pleasure, wasn't enough to break through Han Man's last line of defense. His purpose today wasn't just to savor and enjoy the woman's beautiful body; he wanted to bring this dignified woman to the most shameful and complete climax in front of him.

For Han Man, today was undoubtedly a day of utter despair. What Lu Sheng was about to do to her was etched deeply into her mind, becoming a part of her being.

Lu Sheng bent over, his hands gripping the back of her knees, and suddenly lifted her up from behind, like holding a baby to urinate. Before Han Man could react, Lu Sheng forcefully spread her legs apart, his lower abdomen slightly thrusting forward.

This created an M-shape between her legs, pinning her firmly against the glass. Losing her footing, she frantically grabbed at the smooth glass, finding no support, and finally could only cling tightly to Lu Sheng's arms. Her legs, spread wide, could not conceal her hidden, snow-white pubic area. The point where they were joined was not only her only point of support, but also completely exposed to the gaze of passersby.

Every hair, every drop of fluid, every movement there was utterly revealed.

Aside from her husband and the man behind her, parts of her body never before seen were brutally covered by the blazing sunlight.

A surge of emotion, rushing from her limbs to the back of her head, instantly engulfed her; she only had time to let out a scream before Han Man fainted.

...When Han Man slowly awoke from her unconsciousness, the setting sun outside the window had already turned a golden hue.

Han Man found herself lying on her side in bed, naked, covered by a blanket. A thick arm was supporting her head, and behind her was a strong, hard masculine muscle. Lu Sheng was lying behind her, still holding her.

Seeing that she was awake, Lu Sheng gently kissed her earlobe.

A hot sensation came from her buttocks; although no longer hard, it was still intensely hot.

"Xiao Man, how about we elope...come with me, let's go somewhere no one knows us, and start all over again..."

Lu Sheng's deep and certain tone conveyed sincerity without needing confirmation. However, upon hearing these words, Han Man, who had been gently stroking the man's arm, suddenly froze.

After a brief silence,

Han Man struggled to her feet, stubbornly leaving Lu Sheng's embrace.

"Xiao Man, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Lu Sheng held onto Han Man's arm, unwilling to let go.

Han Man didn't turn around, only silently shaking her head.

Although she and Lu Sheng had been intimate several times, and she was deeply infatuated with his affection, she knew very well in her heart that she didn't love him. She admitted that Lu Sheng's large manhood could instantly make her weak, and physically, she had already considered him her man. However, she also had to admit that she still loved her husband, Zeng Shaoyang—regardless of whether this love was as pure as before, regardless of whether it was mixed with guilt, she loved Zeng Shaoyang, that was an undeniable fact.

With this relationship with Lu Sheng, no matter what the future held, she had already wronged Zeng Shaoyang, and she didn't want to hurt him any further. If she chose to elope with Lu Sheng, she could almost imagine how painful it would be for Zeng Shaoyang, who deeply loved her.

Moreover, her current relationship with Lu Sheng was already bringing them both immense pleasure, so she didn't want to change their delicate relationship.

Thinking this, Han Man organized her thoughts and slowly said, "Sheng...give me some time, okay..."

"Why? I thought you wanted to be with me?" Lu Sheng sat up, hugging Han Man from behind and kissing her smooth shoulders.

"Sheng, I'm quite a bit older than you. You still have a sense of novelty towards me now, but in a few years, or maybe even less, you'll get tired of me... Don't rush to deny it. Neither of us is calm enough right now. Let's think about our relationship more, okay?"

To appease Sheng, Han Man turned her head and kissed Lu Sheng's face. Lu Sheng immediately responded passionately, his penis instantly hardening.

"You?! You haven't ejaculated yet?" Han Man stared in surprise at Lu Sheng's penis, which had no remaining semen.

"You were so overwhelmed with pleasure you passed out. How can I ejaculate?" Lu Sheng's expression was smug, seemingly preparing for a second round with Han Man.

"No, no, it's too late, we should go back." Han Man pushed Lu Sheng away and rushed to the bathroom to wash up, leaving Lu Sheng alone on the bed with a wry smile... As dusk settled, the city lights began to twinkle.

"Come on, try the chicken leg I made. Here, one for each of you, you must finish it!" Zeng Jing's clear voice added a touch of sweetness to the sumptuous dinner.

Han Man and Zeng Shaoyang, Lu Sheng and Zeng Jing, the family sat around the dining table, a warm scene filled with laughter.

Han Man smiled and finished the chicken leg Zeng Jing had put on her plate first, earning Zeng Jing's loud praise. Under Zeng Jing's threatening gaze, Lu Sheng also finished his portion with a wry smile. Zeng Shaoyang looked at the harmonious family, feeling very gratified, and was about to take a few bites of food when he heard Zeng Jing's voice.

"Dad, you're the only one who hasn't eaten yet, try some!"

Zeng Shaoyang was taken aback, staring at the dark

, unappetizing chicken leg. He pretended to suffer as he took a bite. To be honest, the meat inside tasted pretty good, it was just that the presentation was a little lacking. Although he finished it in a few bites, it still drew a complaint from Zeng Jing. "Dad, you're so annoying, I won't make it for you anymore."

The family ate dinner chatting and laughing.

Lu Sheng kept sighing inwardly. He had to admit that women were natural actresses. The face that had been filled with tearing desire just hours ago now presented the pure image of a virtuous wife and loving mother. Of course, he also had to admit that this stark contrast was very addictive.

Just looking at that face, Lu Sheng unconsciously became hard. In the afternoon, having failed to ejaculate, he was now unusually anxious and impulsive. Suppressing the heat within him, he began to distract himself by chatting.

“Uncle, Zeng Jing and I are planning to go to the hot springs in the neighboring city this weekend. We heard the water there is good for your health. If you and Auntie are free, why don't you come with us?”

“This…” Hearing this, Zeng Shaoyang couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Han Man. “It’s not really appropriate for you young people to go out and have activities with us old folks…”

“It’s alright, Dad,” Zeng Jing immediately said. “What’s wrong with the whole family going out together? Besides, Aunt Man isn’t old. You can say you’re old, but don’t drag Aunt Man into it.”

After Zeng Jing finished speaking, Lu Sheng didn’t say anything more, just smiled at Zeng Shaoyang, but his eyes were trying to find something on Han Man’s face.

“Xiao Man, what do you think?” Zeng Shaoyang asked Han Man hesitantly.

“I’ll listen to you.” Han Man gently added another bite of food to Zeng Shaoyang’s plate.

“Alright, let’s go together as a family.” Zeng Shaoyang shook his head and agreed.

Looking at the barely perceptible glint in Lu Shengxiao’s smiling, narrowed eyes, Han Man felt a bad premonition.

After dinner, the family gathered around to watch TV, chatting and laughing, the air filled with the warmth of home.

The stars twinkled, and the night deepened.

In the two adjacent bedrooms, at this moment, both were simultaneously enacting erotic dramas, only the plots were vastly different…

… (III) In the master bedroom.

Zeng Shaoyang, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked at his gentle and virtuous wife, feeling a surge of desire.

Han Man seemed to notice the burning look in Zeng Shaoyang’s eyes, and bit her lip shyly.

Zeng Shaoyang couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Although they had been married for two years, Han Man was still as shy as a naive young girl when it came to that kind of thing.

Zeng Shaoyang grabbed Han Man and brought his lips close to her delicate red lips.

"No, not here... go to the bed..."

Han Man flinched, her voice barely audible, her face flushed crimson with embarrassment.

Zeng Shaoyang chuckled, then pulled her to the bed.

"Hey, close the curtains..."

Zeng Shaoyang reluctantly released her fragrant body.

Han Man seized the opportunity to slip under the covers, pulling them over her head. She then offered him two condoms.

"Put them on ..."

Han Man always insisted Zeng Shaoyang use condoms, always requiring him to wear at least two, just in case, because she worried one wasn't enough.

Zeng Shaoyang shook his head with a wry smile. Noticing a slight limpness in his lower body, he quickly masturbated a few times, then hurriedly took the condoms and frantically put them on tightly.

"Turn off the lights..."

...A few minutes later.

Han Man covered her flushed face, biting her lip tightly, too shy to utter a sound.

Zeng Shaoyang climbed off Han Man with a sigh of relief and lay down, panting heavily. Han Man's body was simply too alluring. Although he couldn't see Han Man's shy expression, and her breasts were covered by her nightgown, he could still feel how soft and smooth her body was.

He felt the urge to ejaculate as soon as he entered her, thankfully he was wearing two thick condoms, otherwise he might have ejaculated prematurely. Even through the condoms, the sensation of Han Man's wet, tight passage lingered on his genitals after he ejaculated. Zeng Shaoyang couldn't describe the feeling, he just felt that every tender part of Han Man's passage seemed to be trembling, constantly squeezing, scraping, and biting his most sensitive parts, making him unable to stop for a moment as he rushed towards the peak of pleasure.

Zeng Shaoyang got out of bed and cleaned his genitals while savoring the experience.

At this moment, Han Man was in great discomfort.

Her already large breasts were now swollen, and the two clitoris at the tips were rubbing against the thick nightgown, sending shivers of electricity through them. A burning sensation seemed to scorch her lower abdomen, and streams of fluid flowed from her body, soaking the mattress beneath her.

A foreign sensation pressed against her throat, unable to escape or descend. The friction of her rounded thighs seemed relentless.

She had never felt this way after making love with her husband before. But lately, this strange feeling was incredibly intense. In her hazy mind, a tall figure seemed to reappear.

What was he doing now?

Not far away next door.

The room was dimly lit, the lights off.

The bright moonlight shone in from the window, seemingly ashamed of the scene inside, leaving the room still blurry.

However, on the single sofa near the window, there was a dazzling patch of white.

Looking through the doorway, one could see a snow-white figure from behind. Long hair, tied in a ponytail, was slightly disheveled. A straight indentation ran along her smooth back, and rounded buttocks were pressed against two dark, strong legs, the white legs spread in a standard M-shape.

This was a woman-on-top position that demanded a high level of skill from the woman.

Sitting on top of the man, she seemed to have a superior psychological advantage, but the actual sensation was indescribable.

Using her vulnerable, delicate parts to actively impact his hardness, her innermost being shaken and trembled, each time she reached the very end, she felt as if her throat was being ripped apart. This seemingly proactive position, yet with its rhythm firmly controlled by the man beneath her, was deadly. Because it easily evoked a feeling of being torn apart and intense shame in women, it was often used by experienced men with women who appeared pure and dignified.

This position was named "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus" because of this characteristic.

At this moment, the woman in the room was using a variation of the standard Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus position.

The woman's legs weren't on the sofa, except for her buttocks, which were perched on the man's lap. Only her toes rested on either side of his waist, forming a triangle around her buttocks and toes. Her hands weren't supporting her body either in front or behind, but were raised high above her head, held firmly by the man's left hand.

This seemingly strange posture held a pleasure unseen by most.

Her clothes were completely removed, her private parts unmistakably exposed to the man's view. Her rosy nipples and smooth vulva had undoubtedly been thoroughly admired.

Her hands, held high, restricted the range and frequency of her movements, yet the tight pressure of their joined bodies created a accumulating pleasure. The woman's only way to resist was to squeeze and tighten her vaginal muscles around his monstrous penis.

A tall woman, standing at 1.6 meters, appeared petite, like a middle school student involved in extracurricular prostitution, compared to the man's imposing figure.

The woman's legs instinctively wanted to close, but each time they showed signs of doing so, they would inexplicably spread open again.

To a seasoned man, this was easily explained.

The woman had clearly undergone special training, explicitly instructed to keep her legs apart during intercourse, not to cover her genitals. Only this kind of long-term, acquired training could overcome a woman's instinct for shyness. Each time the woman wanted to close her legs, she would naturally recall the countless times she had been punished for accidentally closing them; these physical memories would actively remind her to maintain the separated position.

Frankly, implementing this kind of training on a woman was not easy. It required a man with a firm attitude, forceful methods, and abundant energy. There were many such training methods, and the specific method used varied from person to person. However, judging from the linear bruises on the woman's body, the man must have bound her.

Binding is a very effective training method for women. For most women, once bound, they almost become a different person. Even in normal couples, if the husband binds his wife during intimacy, it will definitely produce a shocking and surprising effect. Of course, while binding is a very effective method, not every man can master it. An ordinary husband might not be able to persuade his wife to be bound, but an experienced man can implement it smoothly and achieve excellent results. What

kind of binding training the woman sitting on the man was subjected to remains unknown to outsiders.

Most men probably couldn't bring themselves to subject a woman with such a pure and lovely face to such seemingly cruel training. The scenes and processes, even just imagining them, are unbearable. It's unclear how this man with such ferocious muscles managed it, but judging from the current situation, the training results are quite satisfactory.

The woman in this room is undoubtedly Zeng Jing, and the man beside her is undoubtedly Lu Sheng. It's not surprising that Lu Sheng used this position on Zeng Jing. Since establishing their relationship, their bedroom activities have become increasingly varied. The first time Lu Sheng used the woman-on-top position on Zeng Jing, she wasn't used to it. Not only was her body swaying precariously, almost unable to straighten up, but her sensitive areas, including her chest and groin, weren't fully exposed to Lu Sheng's appreciation, not to mention the rhythm of her movements and tightness were completely out of sync with his.

However, Lu Sheng seemed to enjoy using this position on Zeng Jing, even spending a lot of effort deliberately training her. This allowed Zeng Jing to quickly master the technique and experience the unique pleasure of this position.

Although Zeng Jing still needed the man's hand hovering above her head, her waist strength and technique had clearly become increasingly proficient. Lu Sheng no longer exerted much force, even beginning to gently release her grip, allowing Zeng Jing to maintain her balance using only her hips and toes. Only when she was about to give way did he slightly lift her hands. Lu Sheng's release time also became longer and longer, and Zeng Jing, like a toddler learning to walk, gradually gained the ability to sway independently.

Although her body felt incredibly exhilarated, almost like she was flying, the sounds Zeng Jing made were strangely muffled.

As the gaze shifted forward, the secret of this unusual sound was revealed.

Neat bangs covered a pair of large, flat eyebrows, her small nostrils flared violently, and a twisted, distressed expression appeared on her beautiful face, which had clearly been remade. The reason she couldn't let out a high-pitched scream was a wad of black fabric—upon closer inspection, it seemed to be the thong underwear that Zeng Jing had originally worn.

Using the excuse that loud noise would disturb the neighbors' sleep, Lu Sheng actually used methods usually reserved for mature women on a young girl like Zeng Jing.

A woman with her mouth gagged couldn't release the airflow to cushion the penetration, experiencing a strong feeling of suffocation.

Oxygen deprivation would prevent her from staying conscious and would affect her physical pleasure, but for some women, it would also bring a twisted stimulation.

For Lu Sheng, he didn't actually like women's loud moans; he preferred to appreciate the expressions on a woman's face with her mouth gagged, which gave him a strong sense of defilement. It was like raping a respectable woman.

The atmosphere gradually heated up.

Zeng Jing no longer needed Lu Sheng's guidance and could sit independently on his lap. Her freed hands gently supported her knees, helping to spread her legs to a more satisfactory angle for Lu Sheng. Lu Sheng's hands, however, took the opportunity to knead Zeng Jing's nipples. Unlike the intense stimulation of tightly pinching the nipples, the gentle kneading of her nipples by his palms was a warm and slow stimulation.

Zeng Jing both feared and loved Lu Sheng's methods.

As time went on, Zeng Jing's appearance became increasingly terrifying. Lu Sheng seemed to be deliberately tormenting her, constantly teasing her yet never satisfying her. That annoying male organ knew her weaknesses, yet seemed to deliberately avoid them, only rubbing against the most insignificant spots. Burning desire, like a predatory shark, relentlessly eroded her reason and restraint. The thought of simply losing herself and indulging in unrestrained abandon had repeatedly crossed her mind. What kind of woman did Lu Sheng's insatiable desire want to turn her into before he would stop? Mist obscured Zeng

Jing's vision, large patches of flush appeared on her chest, her body couldn't move violently up and down, her hips could only grind in circles like a millstone, and her thighs began to tremble, as if she were about to cramp. "

I can't take it anymore!"

Zeng Jing's mind screamed incessantly. It felt as if a hideous demon was constantly breaking free from its cocoon within her body. Beneath the torn, innocent exterior, what terrifying thing lay hidden?

Unlike Zeng Jing's passionate fervor, Lu Sheng appeared remarkably calm.

There were no fancy techniques, no violent thrusts; his measured movements, while accumulating considerable pleasure for Zeng Jing, lacked the usual love and desire in his deep eyes, revealing only a sense of appreciation and amusement.

The slow, gentle movements made Zeng Jing's climax feel smooth and sudden, like a cup of warm tea being brewed—unintentional yet unexpected.

A torrent of fluid flowed slowly from her honeyed crevice, and her body, unable to hold on any longer, slumped against Lu Sheng's chest, convulsing slightly. Zeng Jing never imagined that the man holding her and gently stroking her back was thinking of another woman.

Lu Sheng was indeed thinking of another woman, the one with the rounded buttocks who had fainted that afternoon under his assault.

Thinking of that woman's exquisite pleasure, Lu Sheng couldn't help but stroke Zeng Jing's buttocks, a surge of heat rising within him. He wished he could rush to the next room right now, drag that beautiful woman over, and have two women share one husband.

Unfortunately, he also knew very well that such a thing was probably impossible at the moment; at most, he could only fantasize about it in his mind.

A series of contractions drew his attention back to Zeng Jing. He particularly enjoyed the feeling of a woman's tight grip on his penis during orgasm. Many men would temporarily withdraw their penises during a woman's orgasm because the feeling of being gripped was too stimulating and could easily lead to ejaculation, but he often relied on his ample stamina to keep his penis inside her.

Zeng Jing was different from his previous girlfriends in that she produced an exceptionally large amount of vaginal lubrication. Almost without any teasing, her juices seemed to gush out continuously.

After each orgasm, Lu Sheng's legs were almost always soaked.

Without giving Zeng Jing much time to savor the sensation of orgasm, Lu Sheng once again helped Zeng Jing up.

He didn't change his position because he knew very well that a woman's body had an instinctive memory of positions that brought her to orgasm; maintaining the same position could quickly trigger the next wave of climax.

Lu Sheng picked up a vibrator that was placed aside, similar in style to those commonly seen in AV films—almost a woman's nemesis. Even seasoned AV actresses feared this instrument; using it on a respectable young girl like Zeng Jing was a waste of its potential.

There were also unique techniques for using a vibrator.

For mature women with strong desires, one could press directly on the genitals; they mostly preferred direct, intense stimulation. For young girls, a better choice was to press on the area three inches below the navel. This area corresponds to the inner cavity of a woman's G-spot; the vibrator, combined with the man's internal organs, was an effective weapon to break down a young girl's resistance. The stimulation here differed from that on the genitals; it could be sustained for a long time. Even pressing for half an hour wouldn't cause most women pain, whereas stimulating the genitals would often cause unbearable pain in untrained women within minutes. Even more wonderfully, this kind of stimulation can cause a woman's genitals to continue to feel a strong writhing sensation for several days after sex, which is why many men use it on reserved married women. This was

Zeng Jing's first time being used in this way. Her body swayed to the rhythm of the vibrator, as if she were being electrocuted. The muscles on her inner thighs almost spasmed, pulling at her legs which were spread apart, but her hands gripped her knees tightly, struggling against the almost uncontrollable muscles, preventing her legs from even slightly coming together.

She loved this man so deeply that she knew all too well how demanding he was of women. During sex, a woman's inability to cover her genitals was almost as important as maintaining chastity. She had been repeatedly told and emphasized that a woman covering her boyfriend's genitals was almost as sinful as infidelity.

She didn't know where this twisted logic came from, but countless past training sessions had deeply ingrained it in her muscles and heart. Now, she could ensure that she wouldn't obstruct Lu Sheng's view of her genitals under any circumstances.

Lu Sheng had to admit that this lovely woman was indeed doing a good job. A force almost capable of severing his manhood arose within his vagina, but his thighs remained firmly spread, unwilling to close on their own.

Lu Sheng's breathing became heavy. What truly allowed him to ejaculate freely was not only the wet, tight vagina, but also the woman's self-sacrificing sense of service.

Even the moon outside the window seemed unable to bear this shameful scene, hiding behind the clouds.

Without the moonlight, the white skin between Zeng Jing's legs dimmed, plunging the room into darkness.

In the hazy light, the woman's face blurred, and Lu Sheng seemed to see the familiar face of Han Man.

A sense of immersion slowly washed over him, and the heat in his waist and abdomen suddenly intensified… A few minutes later, Lu Sheng gave a wry smile; that woman could indeed easily arouse his desire. He put the woman down, slowly withdrew his penis, gently grasped it with his right hand, and aimed it at the woman's face, which his left hand was supporting… *plop*… A dozen or so powerful ejaculations, releasing all the semen remaining from the day onto Zeng Jing's face.

Facial ejaculation is a common technique used by many men. Especially against women with outstanding looks, facial ejaculation can provide a strong visual impact.

Although the woman being facial ejaculated on doesn't feel pain, most women consider it an insulting act. Some respectable young women strongly resist their husbands facial ejaculating on them, so facial ejaculation is used less and less in normal married life. However, it's undeniable that for some unfaithful women, facial ejaculation is a very effective method of conquest.

Married women who maintain a good public image often experience a dramatic change in their inner world after becoming mistresses, especially after their first facial ejaculation. This change makes it easier to control and conquer these respectable women, making them understand the difference between a lover and a husband. No matter how domineering or cold they may be to their husbands at home, in front of their lovers, they must use their outstanding looks to receive the thick semen.

It's worth mentioning that in recent years, facial ejaculation has gradually become popular in compensated dating activities for some junior and high school girls. More and more young girls are starting to try and accept this, creating a trend. A famous international photo-sharing social platform recently launched an activity where girls shared beautiful photos after being facially ejaculated.

Zeng Jing had clearly been facially ejaculated on before, but she was still startled by the force and heat of Lu Sheng's spray. The intense ejaculation made it difficult for her to open her eyes… As Lu Sheng's passion gradually subsided, Zeng Jing slowly opened her eyes. She gently pulled the panties out of her mouth, glanced at Lu Sheng, and encouraged by his tender gaze, slowly opened her mouth, welcoming the slightly throbbing male organ… The night deepened.

Zeng Shaoyang let out a soft snore; the fatigue from the intense exercise had quickly lulled him to sleep. Unlike Zeng Shaoyang's peaceful and satisfied appearance, Han Man's brows furrowed even more deeply. A

burning sensation seemed to be burning in her throat, and the anxiety in her heart was like poison corroding her bones.

In the darkness, Han Man's eyes shone brightly, her meaningful gaze fixed on the wall… On the other side of the wall was Zeng Jing's room.

The inner struggle constantly urged her to go and find out.

Inside the room, the faint sound, hidden beneath Zeng Shaoyang's snoring, seemed to beckon Han Man.

Since no one would notice, what harm could it do?

Han Man turned her head, observing Zeng Shaoyang's sleeping posture for a moment before biting her lower lip.

She gently lifted the covers, got up, and slipped on her slippers. After taking one step, she gently took them off again, barefoot, and quietly opened the door.

Passing Zeng Jing's door, Han Man paused slightly; no more strange sounds seemed to emanate from within.

Han Man tiptoed quietly towards the balcony. A window on the living room balcony connected to Zeng Jing's room.

In the young girl's boudoir

, Lu Sheng sat casually on the sofa. A clean, white back was kneeling between Lu Sheng's legs, the face buried deep in the groin, only the ponytail at the back of the head faintly visible.

The back's hands were on the ground, aiding in the slight rhythmic movement of the body.

Lu Sheng, his eyes half-closed, gently stroked his smooth shoulder, his mind racing.

Strictly speaking, what he had done with Han Man was incredibly unfair to Zeng Jing. The beautiful young woman was deeply infatuated with Lu Sheng, willing to do almost anything for him. Yet Lu Sheng had been having an affair with her stepmother behind her back.

If the truth came out, it was hard to imagine the blow Zeng Jing would suffer.

Lu Sheng knew Zeng Jing because of his ex-girlfriend, Qiao Lin. Zeng Jing was Qiao Lin's best friend; they had been good friends since high school and later attended the same university. Qiao Lin was studying Business Administration, while Zeng Jing was studying Chinese Literature.

One time, Lu Sheng and Qiao Lin were about to go out for dinner when they unexpectedly ran into Zeng Jing shopping. Qiao Lin invited Zeng Jing to join them. Unexpectedly, Lu Sheng was immediately smitten when he first saw Zeng Jing.

Zeng Jing had a cleaner, purer face than Qiao Lin. From the first moment he saw Zeng Jing, her clear and captivating eyes were etched in Lu Sheng's mind. During dinner, Lu Sheng was somewhat absent-minded; the white rice before him seemed to constantly overlap with Zeng Jing's full chest, and the chopsticks in his hand seemed as long and straight as Zeng Jing's legs exposed beneath her skirt.

That evening, when Lu Sheng entered Qiao Lin as usual, Zeng Jing's face kept appearing before his eyes. So, after Lu Sheng ejaculated inside Qiao Lin for the last time, he calmly broke up with her.

Although it wasn't the first time he had broken up with a deeply infatuated girl, to avoid future trouble for Zeng Jing, Lu Sheng patiently comforted Qiao Lin. When Lu Sheng left, although Qiao Lin was still crying intermittently, she had gradually accepted the situation.

The next day, Lu Sheng began a passionate pursuit of Zeng Jing. The innocent girl was clearly unable to resist the man's seasoned methods. Within a week, the 19-year-old female college student was easily won over. That very night, half-heartedly and somewhat confusedly, Zeng Jing was taken to a hotel by Lu Sheng. Her

tight vaginal opening and inexperienced technique made it easy for Lu Sheng to determine that Zeng Jing was still a virgin. Being able to simultaneously take a girl's first love, first kiss, and first time filled Lu Sheng with immense joy.

Three days later, Lu Sheng shaved Zeng Jing's genitals clean for the first time. Unexpectedly, Zeng Jing soon experienced her first orgasm.

Men with extensive dating experience know that the feeling of a girl who has been with someone, especially a virgin who has just given up her virginity, is completely different from that of a girl who has never slept with her boyfriend. Whether forced or voluntary, every girl, more or less, has unique feelings for the man who took her virginity.

In some adult films, some virgins don't even know what the man looks like before falling in love with the masked man who raped them. Some erotic novelists have even gone so far as to suggest that a woman's vagina is a shortcut to the heart, a breach that can tear apart love.

Zeng Jing, after being with Lu Sheng, is a prime example. She quickly fell into a passionate first love, readily surrendering her affections to him. Lu Sheng, in turn, swiftly dragged Zeng Jing into a vortex of desire.

Lu Sheng was particularly fascinated by contrasts in women. He was drawn to girls with pure appearances and quiet temperaments, relentlessly searching for beautiful female college students, even high school girls. Many naive young women thus entered his field of vision, falling into his carefully woven web of love.

When these female students were taken to hotels without their teachers', classmates', parents', or friends' knowledge, Lu Sheng became obsessed with tearing apart their purity and shyness, excavating their hidden desires. After the innocent girls were repeatedly torn apart and trained by Lu Sheng using a variety of tools and his strong male genitalia, revealing a desire that starkly contrasted with their public personas, Lu Sheng derived immense satisfaction and stimulation from it.

Recalling the training he had given Zeng Jing, the methods he had used to gradually shed the shyness of the inexperienced girl, Lu Sheng smiled with satisfaction. Perhaps, before long, Zeng Jing's young stepmother would also experience these methods that were enough to change a woman.

Thinking of this, Lu Sheng's manhood involuntarily throbbed.

The girl kneeling between Lu Sheng's legs visibly stiffened.

She slowly swallowed the saliva in her mouth, slowly raised her head, her delicate face still bearing traces of semen that hadn't been completely wiped away, but her moist eyes now gazed at Lu Sheng with clear and innocent eyes, her soft voice gently whispering, "Sheng, I love you, I love you so much..."

The owner of that gaze from outside the window, out of their sight, revealed a strange expression. That expression had never been shown to anyone before. No one who saw it would believe it could appear on a woman like Han Man.

Desire, frustration, contempt, and bitterness simultaneously surfaced on Han Man's face.

With just one glance, Han Man understood what was happening in the room.

Zeng Jing was still wearing delicate makeup in the middle of the night, even more exquisite than at dinner, clearly having carefully touched it up before going to bed.

A feeling of unease arose inexplicably, only slightly fading after her gaze slid over the girl's fair breasts.

The girl in the room had obviously been using her soft tongue to gently wipe away the remaining semen after Lu Sheng's ejaculation.

After having sex with Zeng Shaoyang, Zeng Shaoyang hadn't let her get up; he had torn off the condom himself, grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper from the table, and casually wiped his genitals.

But what had just happened in the room was clearly very different. Zeng Jing undoubtedly knew very well that no matter how strong a man was, his penis would always feel slightly fatigued and extremely sensitive in the period immediately after ejaculation. Toilet paper was too rough and coarse compared to a tongue, easily causing Lu Sheng discomfort. So, no matter how Lu Sheng released his pent-up desire, Zeng Jing would always endure her exhaustion and use her mouth to clean him up.

Sucking on the ejaculated penis of her beloved man was, in Zeng Jing's view, almost a duty of a dutiful girlfriend and fiancée.

Han Man had never done such a thing for a man, and she would never do something so vulgar.

Han Man closed her eyes, the scene of Zeng Shaoyang holding up his semen-covered genitals, begging her to clean them, flashing through her mind. Han Man couldn't help but shake her head.

But when the face of the man in the room changed to that of the man on the penis, Han Man's face immediately turned red. She couldn't seem to recall the scene where she had firmly refused that request… It seemed that strong men with large penises always had extraordinary privileges.

Lu Sheng smiled slightly at the girl, then pressed her head down with his hand… The interrupted sensation of the wet lips on the slightly stiff tip of his penis made him somewhat displeased.

Lu Sheng couldn't see Zeng Jing's face as she lay between his legs, but the girl's high, upturned buttocks traced a seductive, rounded arc in the air remarkably similar to that of the woman... Much later,

his fierce erection finally lowered its proud head slightly under the girl's gentle sucking, bowing contentedly. Looking at her glistening, lowered erection, a tremendous sense of accomplishment welled up in Zeng Jing's heart. Her

beloved man could finally sleep peacefully.

Zeng Jing slightly raised her head, gently wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and shyly retreated back into the covers. Lu Sheng, meanwhile, put on his underwear, donned his pajamas, and bid her farewell.

Although Lu Sheng and Zeng Jing's relationship had been approved by Zeng Shaoyang, and they were engaged, Zeng Shaoyang clearly wouldn't allow them to spend the night in the same room until a formal wedding ceremony was held. Therefore, Lu Sheng was arranged to sleep in the guest room at night. Of course, Zeng Shaoyang had no idea that Lu Sheng would make a ruckus in Zeng Jing's room every night before returning to the guest room to sleep.

Outside the window, all was quiet, not a soul in sight.

The night passed without incident… Before the morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the window, Han Man was already up preparing breakfast for the family.

Her light makeup betrayed a barely perceptible weariness, suggesting a restless night's sleep.

Golden eggs were frying in a pan on the stove, filling the kitchen with the aroma of delicious food.

“The fire’s too high…”

Han Man was startled by Lu Sheng’s voice; clearly, she had been distracted.

Lu Sheng walked over, almost touching Han Man’s body. Han Man’s heart tightened, but she realized he was merely adjusting the stove. Han Man crossed one arm, remaining silent, unconsciously avoiding Lu Sheng’s gaze.

No one knew that ever since Lu Sheng had pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window yesterday, that intense, bone-deep feeling had lingered within her.

It felt as if countless eyes were constantly fixed on her legs, spread wide open towards the street, as if countless voices were whispering and judging behind her.

This torment haunted her, even in her dreams.

In her dreams, she saw countless familiar faces, their expressions of surprise upon seeing her in that state, including her husband and daughter.

But what tormented her even more was that Lu Sheng seemed completely unaffected, still carefree and happy.

The scene that appeared before her in the dead of night finally fueled a sliver of resentment towards Lu Sheng, and perhaps even more resentment towards others.

However, in Lu Sheng's eyes, Han Man at that moment was merely like a wronged young girl sulking with her boyfriend.

Lu Sheng raised his hand, gently tucking a stray hair behind Han Man's ear, and then… suddenly kissed her neck hard. One hand, meanwhile, climbed up Han Man's full buttocks… Han Man merely tilted her head slightly, but quickly gritted her teeth, broke free of the domineering embrace, and forcefully slapped away the restless hand behind her.

Forced by that conquering gaze, Han Man dared not turn around to look Lu Sheng in the direction he was looking at, but she could still hear the sound of the man swallowing behind her.

There was still a considerable amount of time before Zeng Shaoyang and Zeng Jing woke up. In the not-so-spacious kitchen, masked by the sounds of the exhaust fan and frying food, Han Man realized she was in a very dangerous situation.

A strong man could easily pin her to the ground; her soft home dress and pantyhose wouldn't even need to be completely removed. Just pulling the dress up to her waist and the pantyhose down to her thighs would be enough for his hard penis to force its way in.

Or perhaps it wouldn't be so complicated; the man could stand, tear open the crotch of the pantyhose from under the skirt, and attack directly from behind.

Even more crucially, fearing discovery by Zeng Shaoyang and Zeng Jing, Han Man dared not offer any strong resistance or firm obstruction. Han Man knew this wasn't just baseless speculation, but something that could indeed happen between the two of them.

As the man drew closer, her body seemed to let out a helpless sigh, a strange slipperiness quietly seeping from her vulva.

The man's body completely covered hers, yet he only gently embraced her from behind. Han Man could vaguely feel the heat of the columnar body against her buttocks, and her mind began to vaguely sketch its shape. Han Man

couldn't help but raise her head again. She turned off the gas stove, bracing herself against the countertop with both hands to resist the pressure from behind.

The man lowered his head, gently pulling her upper body apart, and before she could even see his face clearly, his wet, hot lips had already forcefully kissed hers.

Han Man slowly turned around, stood on tiptoe, and gently hooked her arms around Lu Sheng's neck. Lu Sheng lowered his head slightly, passionately sucking on her sweet lips.

The morning sunlight streamed through the clean glass, gently bathing them. A man and a woman embraced tenderly in the quiet morning air; there was no shameless rape, no lewd teasing, only tender love and deep affection… The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly.

The door to the master bedroom opened, and Zeng Shaoyang coughed as he slowly walked out.

When Han Man came out of the kitchen with breakfast, Zeng Shaoyang was already up and sitting at the dining table. Lu Sheng also came out of the kitchen smiling, chatting casually with Zeng Shaoyang about the news in the newspaper. Han Man ladled a bowl of porridge for Lu Sheng and half a bowl for Zeng Shaoyang. At this moment, Zeng Jing finally arrived at the dining room, stretching lazily and greeting Lu Sheng crisply.

“Good morning, Sheng, you’re up so early. Did you sleep well last night?”

“Pretty good,” Lu Sheng smiled and kissed Zeng Jing on the forehead.

Zeng Jing turned to greet Zeng Shaoyang and Han Man. Zeng Shaoyang looked kind, and Han Man's face was full of doting affection; no one noticed the hidden emotions within her.

Zeng Jing turned and headed towards the bathroom to wash up. Lu Sheng habitually glanced at the girl's full buttocks and bare legs, but when he looked away, he saw Han Man's calm face, her eyes twitching slightly.

A little while later, Zeng Shaoyang ate a little and prepared to go to work. As he left the table, Han Man habitually gave Zeng Shaoyang a light kiss on the cheek as a farewell. Lu Sheng remained calm, showing no particular reaction. Shortly after, Lu Sheng also finished breakfast and prepared to leave. As he left, Zeng Jing got up and saw Lu Sheng to the door. Intentionally or unintentionally, without deliberately avoiding Han Man's gaze, he pressed Zeng Jing against the wall and gave him a passionate French kiss. One hand also habitually kneaded Zeng Jing's buttocks.

Han Man turned her head slightly, not looking at Zeng Jing, who was swallowing Lu Sheng's saliva with a shy expression and slowly walking back to the dining table. She simply continued eating calmly. Only

the mother and daughter remained at home, both seemingly lost in their own thoughts, neither speaking.

After a while, as they were finishing, Han Man casually asked, "It seems you've made up your mind to marry Lu Sheng?"

"Yes, he's a very good person..."

Han Man paused, taking a moment to pause.

"Well, he's also very handsome, tall and strong, works hard, and has a good way of dealing with people. He'll definitely be successful in the future, but..." Han Man paused again, then said, "I heard he's had quite a few girlfriends. Isn't that a bit too much of a womanizer?"

Zeng Jing nodded, then shook her head, sighed, and remained silent.

Han Man glanced at Zeng Jing, unsure of her thoughts, and slowly continued, "Actually, I quite support your idea... but your father is still a bit worried about him and hasn't given his approval to your marriage... He's getting old, so if you care about him, think about him and don't be too impulsive... Of course, if there's anything I can help with..."

At this point, Han Man placed her hand on the back of Zeng Jing's hand, seemingly offering her support.

Zeng Jing nodded without speaking.

The two women continued to ponder their own thoughts.

After finishing her meal, Zeng Jing left, leaving Han Man alone at home, just like usual. After dinner, Han Man touched up her makeup, and everything returned to normal. She cleaned the house as usual, went out to buy groceries as usual, and endured the quiet and solitude of the afternoon as usual.

The difference was that, at this moment, Han Man was intently staring at a computer.

In the study, there was a laptop that Han Man used. On this computer, the user is currently playing some strange videos and browsing some strange articles... (To be continued)

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