[Urban] Deer Town Years - 40-42

Chapter 193
I leaned back a few feet, quickly finding a suitable angle to observe the every move of Zhao Zhiwen, the woman in stockings. Her face was tense, and she stretched her jade-like feet as straight as possible. Her delicate toes curved downwards, like a blooming lotus flower, pink and white, the entire foot forming a beautiful arc, without a trace of bone. Her stockinged feet dangled under the table, trying to find the high heel I had already snatched. She rubbed them back and forth on the clean floor several times without finding it.
She frowned slightly, naturally glancing down, and was immediately stunned. The shoe that had been there just moments before was now gone. When she realized the high heel was with me, she immediately understood. Seeing my gaze constantly sweeping over her exquisite little feet, so close, she naturally felt my burning gaze beside her. This caused a slight blush to rise on her fair cheeks, and she involuntarily opened her mouth, but remained silent.
The security personnel who had been whispering among themselves were startled when she suddenly stopped talking. They assumed something was wrong and dared not discuss further. Even those who had been dozing were woken up by their neighbors, wiping the drool from their mouths and staring blankly at the stage. One of them, barely alive, muttered, "The meeting is finally over," his voice particularly loud in the silence. Everyone wanted to laugh but dared not, wanting to see how Zhao Zhiwen would make an example of someone who had stood out. Everyone present knew her formidable reputation; this beautiful woman was not to be trifled with.
At this moment, Zhao Zhiwen also felt a sense of despair. Her imposing aura weakened slightly, and she opened her mouth slightly, unable to speak. She was shocked, annoyed, ashamed, and indignant. Normally, if someone dared to embarrass her like this during a meeting, she'd make sure they lost face. But this jerk on stage was making her anxious and unable to continue the meeting. She suddenly spoke up, "Let's discuss what just happened and come up with a plan. Each village's situation is different, so you need to analyze specific problems on a case-by-case basis."
Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. Then, she pretended to flip through her prepared speech, ignoring my gaze.
But soon, a blush rose from the base of her long, pink neck to her ears, because her beautiful stockinged foot dangled in mid-air, unsure where to put it. I stared at her delicate little foot, so white and tender, it was irresistible. If there weren't so many people below, I would definitely have squatted down and touched it.
A thought struck me, and I quickly scribbled a few words on the paper in front of me and quietly pushed it to her. Zhao Zhiwen turned her head, puzzled. She frowned sharply, but forcibly suppressed her anger. Whether from shyness or genuine indignation, her pretty face was as red as a ripe apple, her teeth unconsciously biting her lower lip. Her expression, though not deliberately feigned anger, was full of the allure unique to a mature woman.
The line I wrote on the paper read: "Director Zhao, your jade feet are really sexy!"
My eyes swept over Zhao Zhiwen, seeing her dignified and aloof demeanor beside me, helplessly at my mercy. A strong sense of accomplishment welled up within me, along with an even stronger desire to conquer. I wrote another line on the paper: "Do you want your shoes?"
She saw the words on the paper and instinctively felt a surge of joy, but then realized I wouldn't give up so easily. She couldn't believe she'd been threatened by this bastard. Thinking this, Zhao Zhiwen felt a deep sense of humiliation, yet she also felt an unprecedented powerlessness. This left her mind in turmoil. She opened her eyes and looked at me, forcefully adding a sentence to the manuscript: "Chen Chunyu...give it to me! Give it to me!"
She used two exclamation marks in a row, and the last dot even tore the paper, showing the force she used.
Seeing her slightly flushed face and pleading eyes, yet her gaze was filled with such indignation, I could only continue, disregarding her feelings. I knew she must hate me to the core now, wanting to kill me; giving up halfway would only make things worse.
I quickly wrote another sentence afterward, which made her eyes even more hazy, revealing a complete mess. I wrote: "Then call me husband, and I'll give you the high heels." Zhao Zhiwen's martial arts skills were profound, and with the Zhao family's repeated secret probing, I was certain of her identity, so I simply let loose and flirted without any qualms.
She shook her head in embarrassment and anger, refusing to agree to my request. She had lost her husband before even getting married; she would probably never utter that word again. How could she possibly ask me to say it? That's why I wrote it that way.
"Chen Chunyu, stop making a scene, give me the shoes now,"
Zhao Zhiwen wrote on the manuscript, suppressing her anger and pleading.
"Chen Chunyu, give me the high heels, and I'll let bygones be bygones; otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite." Seeing my rudeness, her gaze gradually turned cold, and I suddenly felt the temperature drop several degrees. This was a sign that a woman was about to lose her temper. I was startled and quickly added: "Mind your image. This is a conference room; everyone is watching." I was betting she wouldn't dare to confront me in public. After all, she needed to maintain her image in front of her subordinates. If people knew I dared to flirt with her like that, how could she face the police station afterward? Besides, I had something the Zhao family wanted; she naturally wouldn't dare offend me easily. I believed that after weighing the pros and cons, she would definitely compromise.
"Hmph," she snorted coldly, but then relaxed and quickly wrote: What exactly do you want?
Many observant people in the audience had already noticed our unusual behavior. We kept pushing the papers on the table back and forth. Although we were sitting on the stage, a few feet taller than the crowd, they couldn't see us clearly, but they could still tell from Zhao Zhiwen's unpredictable eyes that this woman was angry. Coupled with her occasional glances at the audience, seemingly conveying some message, our teasing actions became increasingly enigmatic. Considering she had the audience discuss it, clearly wanting to see everyone's reaction, those "observant people" actually started discussing even more enthusiastically. Zhao Zhiwen and I, of course, had no idea what they were thinking; if we did, I probably would have laughed until my stomach hurt.
"Call me 'husband,' and I'll give it to you."
I remained unmoved, then watched her subtle movements. It turned out that when my gaze shifted upwards, she secretly stretched out her jade-like leg again, attempting a feint to reveal her high heels. Her
smooth, moist legs stretched across my legs, pulling open her short skirt, creating an indescribable allure and arousing a desire to explore its depths. Perhaps sensing my burning gaze, Zhao Zhiwen's body trembled even more violently. She immediately sensed something amiss and tried to pull her legs back, but I wouldn't let her succeed. I suddenly wrapped my legs around hers, trapping her stockinged feet between mine again.
Zhao Zhiwen's legs were incredibly soft; between my legs, it felt like nothing at all. The instant our skin touched, her body trembled slightly, and she tried to pull back, but I held her even tighter, preventing her from moving. Her face flushed crimson. She glanced at me, and seeing that I remained solemnly watching the crowd below, seemingly oblivious to anything, she felt a surge of annoyance. Secretly, she reached out and pinched my thigh hard.
Naturally, I didn't refuse her offer. I reached down with my left hand and grasped her hand that was ravaging my leg, gently kneading her delicate hand. Although it wasn't as full and smooth as her feet, the soft, tender touch easily aroused a primal urge. With
her hands and feet bound, and her most private parts violated in this way, Zhao Zhiwen trembled uncontrollably, her body trembling from decades of intimacy with a man. At the same time, a strange feeling welled up—a familiar pleasure—and for a moment, she forgot to resist.
I snapped out of my daze. She hadn't resisted at all. The gentle touch in her hands made my heart tremble; it felt so good. My gaze involuntarily drifted downwards. In her slight struggle, Zhao Zhiwen's short skirt had been pulled up to her thighs, revealing the thin, transparent bandages of her stockings. Just then, she reacted, and in that instant, her white panties were exposed, her thighs right before my eyes. I froze, the smooth, soft touch sending my emotions racing.
Zhao Zhiwen, oblivious to the angle, couldn't break free and could only let the man's rough clothes fully enjoy the smooth, satin-like flesh of her legs. Especially the inner thighs, so delicate and tender, were being rubbed back and forth by me without restraint. The strange sensation of that friction made her body tremble. Her initial resistance and humiliation slowly diminished, but she pretended to be nonchalant and continued talking to me.
"Let me go, and I'll call you 'husband' when we're alone." Although she didn't even want to write the word "husband," she knew that if I continued like this, she would probably embarrass herself. So she simply agreed for now and would settle things with me when we were alone.
How could I not know her plan? Since I was sure she hadn't turned on me after what she had done, I was even more confident. I wrote on it with my right hand: "Okay, but I want some interest first."
As I spoke, I led her delicate hand to attack her inner thigh.
"Ah..."
Her body trembled violently, letting out a soft cry. To outsiders, it seemed as if what I wrote had made her sigh, but little did they know the shame and sorrow of having her most private place suddenly attacked. She felt extremely embarrassed, as if her chastity, which she had guarded for so many years, had been broken.
I gently pressed her delicate hand against Zhao Zhiwen's inner thigh through her stockings. Although she struggled, she couldn't let anyone see it in front of so many people, so she could only slightly resist. However, her legs trembled slightly under my caresses, and her lower body gradually became wet. The heat in my heart grew wildly like crops watered with fertilizer.
"No way," I thought in shock. I hadn't expected this dignified, stocking-clad beauty to become aroused by my caresses in public. I looked at her in surprise. Her head was lowered, and her flushed cheeks exuded a lascivious aura. This would make any man feel proud. A sense of conquest slowly rose in my heart, and my eyes began to burn. In an instant, I wanted more.
"Bang!"
Just as my thoughts were racing, Zhao Zhiwen suddenly erupted, slamming the folder in front of her onto the table. The previously chaotic meeting room fell silent instantly; even the breathing of the audience could be clearly heard. At this moment, even a fool could see that Zhao Zhiwen was angry, and no one dared to utter a sound to provoke her.
I froze, my hand still clenched, not daring to move, my mind blank. She actually dared to retaliate; I had underestimated this woman. A slight pang of regret rose within me; I had been too reckless, not understanding this woman enough.
"That's all for today's meeting. Everyone go back and prepare. We'll wait for the police station's call. The meeting can now be adjourned. Assistant Chen and I will review the list again."
She raised the folder high and then gently lowered it. My heart settled on the ground with her gesture, and I became even more brazen and at ease. I buried my hand deep into the mature yet youthful body of the beautiful female police chief. Zhao Zhiwen never expected me to be so bold as to molest her in such a public setting. My hand, which was moving frequently around her inner thigh, made her inner thigh feel warm and cozy, as if a continuous stream of heat was emanating from there, enveloping her sensitive area through her underwear... She bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Chief Zhao, Chief Jiang said on the phone that he didn't have any specific details about the fugitives. That way we can have something to match them when we get back."
At this moment, a security chief sitting in the front row stood up and asked. The previously noisy crowd stopped and looked at the two people on the stage.
"Ah..."
Zhao Zhiwen's expression relaxed slightly when she saw everyone leaving, so she didn't hear what he said. Seeing everyone staring at her, her mind was in a mess, and she could only stammer, "I didn't hear very clearly that day. Let Assistant Chen speak."
"Ahem..."
I cleared my throat and said, "Chief Jiang didn't give a specific description of what the fugitive Zhang looks like. Our Luzhen is only so big. If you see any suspicious strangers, just report them to the police station. But be careful not to alert them. This group of fugitives has committed multiple murders along the way. To avoid unnecessary casualties, everyone must be careful."

Chapter 194
After my explanation, they all understood the general situation. Seeing that Zhao Zhiwen didn't speak, they all got up and left. In less than a minute, only the two of us were left in the conference room on the top floor.
"Aren't you going to let go of me?"
Hearing the footsteps at the door getting farther and farther away, Zhao Zhiwen suddenly reacted and suddenly stretched out her only movable right hand to attack my neck.
I was immediately startled. This woman had really gone berserk, launching a deadly attack right from the start. I quickly wrapped my arms around hers and gripped her right hand tightly as well.
"What are you doing? Let go!"
she cried out. "If you don't let go, I'm going to call for help..."
I pressed her body against the conference table, her hands struggling incessantly, trying to break free from my embrace.
"Call me 'husband'..."
I was certain she wouldn't dare to shout. I watched as a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her rosy cheeks, and as she struggled, a large expanse of her snow-white chest was exposed. Her shapely breasts heaved rapidly, drawing my gaze to the deep, unmasked cleavage between her full, high breasts, to peek into her alluring bosom.
"Don't even think about it!" she gritted her teeth angrily. "Chen Chunyu, let go of me right now... Don't go too far!"
Her breath grew increasingly rapid from her delicate nose and mouth, her clear eyes misting over with moisture, looking alluring as if they were about to drip water. Seeing me press down on her, she panicked and retreated towards the table to avoid my pressure.
I followed closely, my knee pressing against her long, slender thigh, slowly pressing my body down, pinning her arms to the table in a V-shape, my face close to hers, feeling the hot breath from her nostrils. Looking at her trembling, soft pink lips, I leaned forward, ready to pluck this tempting red cherry. Zhao Zhiwen quickly turned her head, hiding her side from me, but I took her round, jade-like earlobe into my mouth, licking and sucking it incessantly with my tongue.
Like a muffled thunderbolt striking her, the heat from his breath made her earlobes feel damp and itchy, especially the fine downy hairs, which tingled and trembled as if she were in a stormy sea. "Bastard, let me go..."
Zhao Zhiwen finally couldn't bear it any longer, and a pleading sound escaped from her cherry-like mouth, which was biting a lock of hair. Her trembling, beautiful body began to rub against my imposing frame, trying to roll me over.
Little did she know that this action only stimulated my most primal urges. I kissed her warm ear, my tongue leaving a cool, wet trail as I gently kissed her slightly flushed cheek, then looked up to observe her closely. Seeing that I didn't move, Zhao Zhiwen quickly turned to look at me, her white teeth clenched tightly, her eyes filled with anger and disdain, as if to say, "What else can you do besides bully women?"
Actually, I really didn't intend to do anything. After all, she's from the Zhao family, and I really didn't dare to force myself on her. I was just trying to punish her. Now, seeing her defiant eyes, I felt helpless. Letting go now would be admitting defeat, so I had no choice but to continue with the original script: "I'll give you one chance. Call me 'husband,' or I'll eat you up right here on this table." With a cold laugh, her legs were forcefully spread apart. My gaze lingered on her elegant neck, and I tightly restrained her limbs, slowly bringing my face closer to her neck.
"Bastard...husband..."
She trembled all over after saying this, her hair stood on end, and she felt ashamed to death. She sobbed and begged, "Let me go now." "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly..."
I loved seeing her shy look, and I didn't want to let her go so quickly. I continued, "Your shout just now sounded like you were going into battle, without any emotion. Try saying it again..."
As I spoke, my lips moved to her neck, kissing down her smooth, moist skin. The woman's delicate, fair skin had turned a captivating peach-red, and her alluring yet slightly melancholic expression fueled my already burning desire, making my blood boil. Pressing my head against her full breasts through her clothes, I felt a soft, smooth texture, distorted by my pressure, like a lump of dough embedded in my face.
Zhao Zhiwen forcefully suppressed her moans, her pretty face as red as a ripe apple. At this point, she had no choice but to suppress her fear and shame, her cherry lips parting slightly as she cried out, "Husband… let me go…"
I released her, immediately jumping back a few steps, fearing a sudden attack from Zhao Zhiwen. To my surprise, her beautiful body trembled slightly, her legs went weak as if she had lost all strength, and she slid down to her knees, covering her face with her hands and crying silently…
“Are you alright…”
I asked, seeing her trembling shoulders and soft sobs. I realized I had gone too far; after all, Zhao Zhiwen was just a woman.
“Get out…”
she snapped without looking up, continuing to cry.
I took a step forward, feeling a pang of guilt, and patted her shoulder, saying, “I’m sorry, I was just… damn it, you bitch…”
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhiwen suddenly grabbed my wrist, and with a swift movement, her high-heeled foot kicked my knee hard. The intense pain made my knee buckle, and I half-knelt on the ground. She held my right hand tightly behind my back, making me wince in pain.
I underestimated this woman. I never expected her to come up with such a scheme in such a short time. First, she presented herself as a weak woman, then suddenly attacked me when I was caught off guard. Now I'm subdued by her, without even a chance to fight back.
"Bastard... today you're in my hands, see how I deal with you..."
She gritted her teeth, her face filled with humiliation. What had just happened was a humiliation she had never experienced before, and now she was going to get her revenge.
"White," I suddenly turned my head and said.
"What?"
She didn't react for a moment.
"I mean your underwear," I replied with a grin. Because I was half-squatting on the ground, and she was standing to my side, looking up at a 45-degree angle, I could clearly see the white thong with bows on both sides of her thighs. The thong was very sheer and had a cleavage, vaguely exposing the most private parts of this young woman to my eyes.
"You..."
Seeing my lecherous gaze, she instinctively tightened her thighs. In her panic, I suddenly shouted, "Xiao Liu, how did you get in?"
"Ah!" Normally, she wouldn't fall for my trick, but in this tense moment, remembering that the conference room door wasn't closed, she subconsciously looked towards the door, her grip loosening slightly. I struggled, and she tumbled out, covered in dust.
"You..."
Seeing me escape again, she was helpless this time, glaring at me hatefully: "One day I'll make you pay." "I already know," I said, looking at the corner of the table, highly focused, afraid she'd kick me in the groin again. "But there's something I forgot to tell you earlier,"
I said with a grin.
"What?"
Zhao Zhiwen's face turned ashen.
"Your underwear seems a little wet..."
I said, then fled.
"Chen Chunyu, I'm going to kill you..."
she screamed immediately, completely forgetting that someone would hear her.
Zhao Zhiwen stayed in the conference room for a few minutes before calming herself down. She picked up the high heel, quickly put it on, and left the conference room.
She felt a chill in her groin, so she cursed under her breath and went into the bathroom, locking herself inside.
She lifted her skirt to her waist, spread her legs, and her thin, white panties, already soaked, clung tightly to her skin. Zhao Zhiwen's right hand slipped inside, groping. The full, smooth feel was incredibly alluring, fueling her fantasies and desires. In an instant, she remembered her earlier lewd behavior, and her body trembled slightly. Her skin temperature rose, and her long, slender legs rubbed against her hand. A strange, stimulating sensation surged uncontrollably within her, clearly revealing her inner excitement and unease.
"That bastard, I'll teach him a lesson!" She dared not continue, hurriedly grabbing a tissue to wipe her groin area, then quickly pulling up her underwear and leaving.
Although she tried to avoid thinking about it, the man's brutal behavior kept replaying in her mind all afternoon, slowly aligning with the image in her mind—it seemed the strong man in her erotic dreams at night was him.
As a normal woman, she couldn't help but think about men, but family rules and the subservient attitude of the men around her made her completely uninterested, especially since those men were all respectful to her face but secretly eyeing her, lacking any manly spirit. She could only
secretly imagine the man of her dreams. Her requirements weren't high; as long as he had a strong body, she didn't care about his position, as long as he wouldn't be subservient to her because of her status, that was enough.
Such men exist, but she has never met one, at least not in Deer Town. Her fiancé's death didn't seem to bother her much; in fact, it felt like a relief. Although she knew people cursed her behind her back, calling her a jinx, she didn't seem to care. Deep down, however, she longed for a man to rescue her, to pull her out of this misery. Watching her youth slip away day by day, the man she waited for never appeared, while everyone around her was paired off. This slowly made her feel cold and disgusted. She felt fate was unfair to her, especially seeing men so subservient to her, which she found extremely repulsive. But ultimately, she was a woman. Although she loathed men during the day, at night she couldn't suppress her normal physiological needs. Countless times in her dreams, she fantasized about her man conquering her with his strong body, bringing her to orgasm repeatedly, and finally lying comfortably in his arms, clinging to her for eternity, whispering sweet nothings in her ear that she would never tire of hearing.
Before she knew it, she was over thirty, yet she had never met the man she had imagined. She was gradually becoming disillusioned. But just now, when Chen Chunyu humiliated her in front of everyone, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The feeling in that instant was definitely not just humiliation, but an indescribable sensation. Although she didn't know what it was, at that moment she felt a strong urge for Chen Chunyu to completely possess her, right there in the conference room, in the empty room, to brutally conquer her… So when Chen Chunyu released her, she felt incredibly disappointed, yet also incredibly yearning—a desire that surpassed anything she had ever craved before.
Unbeknownst to her, it had already darkened outside. She realized that she had spent the entire afternoon sitting in her office, doing nothing, her mind completely consumed by thoughts of this man.
How could I be like this? Thinking of her family's mission, her mind cleared a bit. She realized she had never been so easily swayed by emotions before, and Zhao Zhiwen felt a chill. She could only comfort herself, "There's nothing strange about this... Any woman would experience emotional fluctuations in this situation. I've encountered similar cases before. As for me, it's just that I haven't been around men for a long time... Maybe it's because his gaze is too domineering, too aggressive, that I'm a little uncomfortable!"
But was this man really not afraid of her, or was he just a naive young man unaware of her power? Even without her family's orders, Zhao Zhiwen had developed a deep interest in this man.
She had learned from her niece that with the recent expansion of university enrollment, graduates were finding it increasingly difficult to find employment. Without connections, many university graduates could only be assigned to state-owned factories on the verge of bankruptcy, while very few could get jobs in government departments. Chen Chunyu's family situation was already clear; his parents were just ordinary workers, yet he had been appointed as an assistant in Luzhen. My brother said that people in the county were also paying close attention to him. All these signs indicated that he must have something special about him, and the road construction in Luzhen proved this.
After work, she couldn't help but glance down at the duty room, but to her disappointment, she only saw Xiao Liu and two colleagues playing cards. The man had already sneaked away, and there was no trace of him to be seen!
Zhao Zhiwen thought with a touch of melancholy, "I hope that man saw those things and doesn't disappoint himself."
A smile slowly appeared on her lips, reminding her of the trap she had set, and she wondered how he would escape.

Chapter 195
When I passed by Sister Juxiang's shop, I unexpectedly found Li Chunning standing by the counter, looking at a book with a bored expression.
"What are you looking at?"
I leaned forward and said, pressing my cheek against hers.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, and when she saw it was me, she immediately pounded her chest and said, "You scared me to death! You walk without making a sound, and what are you wearing?"
She found it very strange that I was wearing a police uniform.
"Oh, it happened at the police station. Where's Sister Juxiang? Why did she let you watch the shop?"
I stepped behind the counter, inhaling her fragrance, my large hand already touching her jade-like leg. Li Chunning was dressed the same as before, in a knee-length cotton skirt, perfect for our actions.
"You're going to die... What are you doing? My aunt is still sleeping inside, let go!" She hurriedly tried to dodge, but I squeezed her into a corner.
Ignoring her protests, I slipped my left hand inside her short skirt, tracing the smooth, velvety thigh. My hand roamed over her soft skin; her thigh was very sensitive. Her smooth legs trembled slightly under my caresses. Li Chun Ning's delicate body went limp, and she softly leaned against my counter, a faint pink blush spreading across her fair cheeks. Her watery eyes shimmered with alluring charm. Knowing she couldn't take it any longer, she quickly grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Let go! My aunt will be up soon, not now!" I loved seeing her shy like this and didn't want to let her go so easily. I continued, "It's okay, the door inside is closed... we'll know if she moves." "That still won't do..."
The unusual stimulation made her groan.
"So soft, so fragrant, so smooth... you are truly a natural beauty, without a trace of frost."
I stroked the smooth, delicate outer thigh of Li Chun Ning, my hand moving upwards until it reached her panties. Through the thin fabric, I teased her inner thighs in every way. This teased her so much that she could barely breathe, only letting out muffled groans, as if she were ill. Her delicate body writhed like a snake. My hand skillfully parted the edge of her panties and slipped inside, touching a soft, furry surface. My fingers slid effortlessly to her wet, sensitive spot, and I quickly realized that her intimate passage was already soaking wet.
"Tsk tsk, Chun Ning, you're not afraid of your aunt anymore, you're all wet now."
I pulled my hand out and teased her, holding it up to her nose. Li Chun Ning blushed deeply, her flawless white skin turning pink. She punched my body and said, "You bastard, you just know how to bully me, you just know how to bully a little girl like me..."
I looked around and saw that it was already dark, and there was no one on the street. I grabbed her from behind and started blowing hot breath on her sensitive earlobes, while my hands were in front of her through the wool... I squeezed her already conquered breasts twice, then asked with a smile, "Are you still a little girl?"
Li Chun Ning's body suddenly heated up, and her round buttocks pressed tightly against the heat behind her, causing her to involuntarily bump her hips. She said angrily, "It's all your fault, you made me lose my virginity, you'll make me pay..."
Seeing her leaning shyly against the counter, her face flushed to her ears, letting me take liberties with her, I laughed. Before Li Chun Ning could react, I slipped my hand under her skirt again, pinching and kneading the tender flesh at the base of her thighs. While caressing her, I leisurely observed Li Chun Ning's expression. Her beautiful face was flushed like fire, and her charming, pure eyes were shyly closed, filled with coquettishness and tenderness.
Just then, footsteps approached from the roadside. Li Chunning quickly stood up straight and whispered in alarm, "Someone's coming! Let go!" I removed my hand from her upper body, but the groping hand lingered inside her skirt, prompting Li Chunning to plead hastily, "Let go quickly, I'll let you touch me again later..."
The pleasure in her inner thighs made her twist her waist restlessly, panting heavily.
"It's alright, you can't see..."
I said, raising my voice. At this moment, the person had already reached the door. It was an elderly woman in her sixties. She walked to the counter with a cane and said to Li Chun Ning, "Ju Xiang went out? It's almost dark and you're not even turning on the lights. You're really frugal the richer you are..."
Old people usually like to nag. Li Chun Ning, while squeezing her legs together, said, "My aunt is sleeping inside. What would you like?"
She was worried about being discovered, so she leaned her body tightly against the counter and secretly pushed me with her elbow, trying to stop my presumptuous behavior. But my hand became even more forceful, giving her a series of pleasures. If it weren't for the fact that we were in front of outsiders, she would have really wanted to shout out loud. She couldn't help but curse me in her heart.
Once the old lady's footsteps were out of reach, Li Chunning immediately pulled my hand away, angrily scolding, "You filthy Chen Chunyu, you're so disgusting! How can I be human after being defiled like this by you, you bastard?"
Then she snapped on the light, thwarting my chance to succeed.
"Hehe, who told you to be so beautiful? I get itchy if I don't touch you for a day."
I found her coquettish and alluring appearance particularly arousing and appealing.
"Go touch your Liu Qing." Women love to hear compliments, and Li Chunning was no exception. Although she looked angry, hearing this filthy man praise her actually made her feel a little proud, and she forgave him for his earlier humiliation.
Just then, another person came to buy salt. Seeing that I wouldn't get anything good to eat if I stayed any longer, I said goodbye to Li Chunning and went out. When I returned, my sister-in-law and the others were busy cooking. Just as I got inside, the phone rang; it was the police station calling about my shift that night.
My sister-in-law and the others brought the dishes to the table and asked about the phone call. I recounted what had happened that afternoon, then looked at the two beautiful sisters and said, "I can't sleep with you two tonight..."
"Pah, who asked you to..."
They both blushed instantly. I chatted with them for a while, then, seeing that it was almost time, I got up to go to the meeting point. But as I reached the door, my sister-in-law called me back. She was holding a coat and said, "It's cold tonight, put this on."
Although I'm not afraid of the cold, I knew it was her thoughtfulness, so I kissed her on the lips and said, "I'll let you enjoy yourself when I get back..."
"Get lost, you jerk."
She touched my lips, standing at the door, staring blankly as I left.
When I arrived, I found four people already there. They were all huddled together, looking incredibly bored. Finally, someone suggested playing cards, and Xiao Liu immediately pulled out a brand-new deck of cards from the table. I thought it would just be a casual game, but everyone kept complaining that playing cards without a stake was pointless. They eventually agreed on a 1.5 yuan per round, just for fun, a stake that everyone could accept.
However, after only a few rounds, I realized they were all acquaintances. I was just a sucker, and their obvious willingness to let me win immediately pissed me off.
Actually, playing cards is mainly about having fun. I've been a seasoned card player since college, and I've encountered this kind of situation many times. I admit that after practicing a mental technique, my mind is more agile. From the moment I receive a hand of cards, I'm 90% sure whether I'll win or lose. Therefore, I fold very decisively, and once my opponent plays a card, I rarely have time to think; I just throw out my own. It's simple, and their plays are rarely unexpected.
I'm 100% confident when it comes to playing cards. In fact, I've always been very confident in myself—you could call it arrogance. I have complete faith in my judgment, and I rarely make mistakes when playing cards. Confidence is essential for everything; otherwise, nothing else matters.
At school, I generally don't let myself lose money playing cards, but I also don't win too much. I occasionally let them win a few rounds, because everyone comes from different parts of the country to study, and it's not easy. They work themselves to the bone for a little extra living expenses each month. If they really lose too much, they'll definitely get angry. And when I win, I usually buy some watermelon or drinks, and we eat and drink together before settling the bill. That's why they all like playing cards with me. I'm quite popular in university. First, I don't have that naive, clueless look that some students have when they first arrive at university, and I quickly integrated into the group. To be honest, there was another student from Ruzhou who came with me. We both graduated from high school, but he was completely out of place. When others smoked, he would always hold a book to his nose and mutter to himself, which annoyed everyone. We're all going to university, no one's inherently superior to anyone else. It's all about how you get by. Even the senior students who taught me initially admired me. I've always believed that if you're going to do something, do it well. Actually, playing cards is the best way to see through a person; you can tell a lot about their character from their card-playing style.
"A pair of 10s, nobody wants them, right?"
I spat out my cigarette, now just a butt, onto the ground, then stomped on it and chuckled at the three people on the table.
"Next, a King, and you're not going to take it, huh? Heh, if you don't take it, I'm leaving... A pair of 4s."
I said, throwing the cards onto the newspaper.
"Damn, I think everyone in our group is smarter than you. You've figured out all the cards, and I'm stuck with three Queens. I should have played them."
Big Yellow Teeth from Zhao Village threw down his cards angrily.
"Heh, hesitation only leads to trouble. You still have two single cards you can't get rid of, pay up!"
I lit another cigarette and started shuffling the cards quickly.
Is your brain even working? "Hmph," I chuckled inwardly. If my master knew I was using my brain on cards, I wondered if he'd laugh or cry.
"Little Liu, it's the end of the month today. Want to go have some fun on the outskirts of town after you get paid?"
Big Yellow Teeth teased Little Liu, who sat below, with a hint of excitement.
"Go away, don't corrupt the kids. Assistant Chen and Little Liu are only nineteen,"
the thirty-something-year-old security chief scolded from the side.
"Look at Assistant Chen and the others, don't they look like kids? They're not even as good at cards as you, the gambling king..."
Big Yellow Teeth kept going on and on.
After winning five hands in a row, they realized how good I was at cards and stopped treating me like a sucker. At this point, three more people arrived. Seeing that more and more people were joining, I gradually let them win a few hands. Finally, I seized an opportunity to leave the table, then used the few dozen yuan I won to buy some late-night snacks and a case of beer, which I took to the office. Everyone started drinking.
Smoking and drinking go hand in hand, and gradually we opened up to each other. They quickly developed a liking for me, and I consciously began to steer the conversation toward the legends of Deer Town. After telling a story about the Loch Ness Monster, I brought up the ancient tomb that the country had recently excavated, where a mummy that was thousands of years old looked as if it had just been buried.
"Nothing strange about it..."
Big Yellow Teeth started talking, "More than ten years ago, when I was in my twenties, Old Rascal from our village somehow dug up a grave near General's Saddle. There was a young woman buried inside, and she was incredibly pretty, smelling wonderful. Old Rascal told us he even groped her breasts a few times, and then stripped her naked, not even leaving her clothes behind. But who knew that just a few days later, Old Rascal died. It's really weird. I heard that everything they dug up was taken away..." My heart skipped
a beat. Now I have to seriously think about anything related to General's Saddle, so I casually asked, "It must have sold for a lot of money, right?"
"Indeed, they gave us over a thousand yuan back then. That was more than ten years ago. Now it would be worth at least ten thousand yuan. There was a guy in our village who was jealous and went to dig up a grave near General's Saddle, but he didn't even find the grave. Instead, a big rock hit him, his brains splattered, and he died on the spot."
"That place is creepy, it's best not to go,"
someone added.
"What are you doing? We told you to do night patrols, and you're hiding here drinking."
The group was chatting and drinking when Zhao Zhiwen suddenly appeared at the door. She had changed into her police uniform. The loose uniform, while concealing her curvaceous figure, only fueled my desire. Thinking of the erotic scene from that afternoon, I couldn't resist bringing my hand to my nose to smell it. Zhao Zhiwen happened to look in my direction, her face immediately turning red. She clearly understood what I meant.
"It's just cold at night, so we're having a few drinks to warm up. We didn't drink much, just one bottle each," the old security chief quickly explained, knowing Zhao Zhiwen's temper.
"Hmph, did you notify everyone on the first and second night patrols?"
she sneered, then turned to ask Xiao Liu.
"Yes, we notified everyone,"
Xiao Liu quickly replied.
"Clean this place up. Whatever you want it to look like, go to room 201 and get your flashlights and batons."
Zhao Zhiwen glanced at me through the crowd again, and seeing my still grinning face, decided not to linger and left.

Chapter 196
After collecting batons and other supplies from the equipment room, the seven of us walked into the street under the cold moonlight. The moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight, spreading across the ground as if covered with frost. It seemed my sister-in-law was right to give me the coat; it was indeed very cold after the night air cooled down. We walked along the street out of Luzhen and then wandered along the country roads until after 1 a.m. When we returned to the police station, the second team was already waiting in the duty room. We exchanged pleasantries for a while before heading home. Xiao Liu wanted to give me a ride,
but I declined, saying I needed to use the restroom. While playing cards earlier, I had already inquired about the personnel distribution in this building. The top floor was the equipment training room, and apart from Zhao Zhiwen's residence, no one was there this late. I had also deliberately asked Xiao Liu earlier and learned that Zhao Zhiwen had gone home shortly after we left, meaning her office was currently empty.
I quietly walked to the third floor, then crouched down in front of Zhao Zhiwen's office. There was a corner inside her office that led to the bedroom I had entered that afternoon.
This old-fashioned lock was very easy to open. I took out a paperclip I had prepared beforehand and dropped it in. With just a light hook, I touched the spring, and then pulled hard, and the door opened.
I didn't dare turn on the light because her office had no curtain separating it. I could only grope in the dark to insert the bolt, then quietly walked to the bedroom door and pushed it. Sure enough, as I expected, the inner door was open.
I felt for the switch behind the door and pressed it. Everything was as I wished. The only window faced the back of the police station, and there was no light coming from the outside.
I had just received the "Luzhen Chronicle" and hadn't even had a chance to look at it when I suddenly felt a gust of wind rush towards my head from behind the door. I instinctively raised my arm to block it, but I was caught off guard and screamed. The feeling of being shocked by a police baton was not pleasant. Instantly, half of my body went numb, and I had no strength left. My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground.
"Hehe, I wonder what Assistant Chen's intentions are in coming to my office so late at night?"
Zhao Zhiwen grabbed the handcuffs and cuffed me behind my back before I could even react.
"You knew I'd be coming tonight, didn't you...?"
Seeing how well-prepared she was, I knew that everything that happened today was a trap. She even deliberately threw a bucket of water on me this afternoon and made me change into my police uniform, all because she knew I would be peeping into a strange woman's bedroom. I didn't expect this woman to be so cunning. Every step I took was under her control. Knowing I was in trouble, I didn't pretend I knew nothing.
"Oh?"
She was a little surprised to see my calm expression, but she didn't waste any words and reached for my police uniform, then unbuttoned it.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to assault me...?"
I quickly backed away a few steps.
"Indecent assault! Humph!"
She seemed to remember what happened that afternoon, and suddenly kicked me in the thigh with her high heel, gritting her teeth fiercely, "Isn't this indecent assault?"
"Damn it, you bitch, what do you want?"
I was also enraged by her kick. By this time, my body, which had been shocked by the electric shock, was gradually returning to normal. Her kick was very hard, and I could feel that my thigh was definitely bruised.
"What do you think..."
Her delicate hand searched around my neck for a while, but found nothing. Finally, she asked with some disappointment, "You didn't wear the Hongwu Tongbao around your neck..."
"Hongwu Tongbao? You're asking me for the Hongwu Tongbao too?"
I pretended to be surprised. But secretly, I was relieved. Luckily, I had been careful when I left Zhao Zhixue's house that day and had taken it off, otherwise, I might not be safe tonight.
"Tell me, where is it?"
She kicked me again, obviously still about what happened that afternoon.
"I lost it," I said dejectedly.
"What did you say? Do you think I'm an idiot? You would throw away something so important..."
Zhao Zhiwen was about to kick me again.
"No,"
I quickly shouted, "Let me finish..."
I briefly recounted the incident of the accident during my trip to X City, and concluded, "It was hanging around my neck at the time. I was only wearing a shirt that day, but when I came up, I found the rope had broken."
"You dare to lie to me... It seems I can't get the truth out of you without a beating..."
Although a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes, she still kicked me.
I suddenly turned around, grabbed her delicate foot, and twisted it forcefully. Caught off guard, Zhao Zhiwen was slapped across the ground in a wide arc. Luckily, she had martial arts training and her ligaments were relatively flexible, otherwise she would definitely be lying on the ground unable to move. As she rolled over and jumped up, I struck her with the stun gun, and she immediately went limp.
Actually, I hadn't even had time to throw away the paperclip after opening the door when she handcuffed me. Although it wasn't easy to unlock her hands with them behind her back, I stalled for time, waiting for the numbness in my body to wear off so I could sneakily unlock them and strike when she was relaxed. You know, Zhao Zhiwen's skills are about the same as mine, so it would definitely take a lot of effort to subdue her openly. She probably thought so too.
"Truly, fortunes change." I grabbed her body, then carried her to the bed and threw her on it forcefully.
"What are you doing... This is the police station, you can't do whatever you want..."
Seeing me climb on top of her, she looked terrified, her body instinctively trying to move, but her limp body had no strength at all.
"What do you think, Chief Zhao?"
I learned from her mistake and this time handcuffed her hands to the headboard railing, making it harder for her to break free.
"You can't do anything reckless, let me go right now, or I'll call for help!" Her body gradually recovered, and she continued to struggle on the bed.
"Go ahead and scream... let everyone see how debauched Director Zhao is in bed, all that's usually so high and mighty..."
My hand kept stroking her cheeks; her skin was smooth and moist, comparable to my sister-in-law's—clearly, this woman knew how to take care of herself.
"Chen Chunyu, please, let me go!"
Zhao Zhiwen's face was flushed, her hair was disheveled, and her forehead was covered in sweat from struggling.
"Let you go... is that even possible?"
I sat on her lap, pressing down on her lower body to prevent her from moving, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of her police uniform, revealing a smooth, snow-white chest and a deep cleavage. My large hand pushed against the white lace trim of her bra, and the trembling of her firm breasts through the thin fabric made my blood boil. I firmly grasped Zhao Zhiwen's pair of firm, erect, soft breasts, caressing and kneading them...
"No..."
Zhao Zhiwen couldn't help but let out a desperate and shy moan from her tender, bright red lips, her upper body twisting incessantly, but her hands were handcuffed to the headboard, and any struggle would cause excruciating pain.
Although she desperately resisted beneath me, her limbs had no strength, how could she break free? I felt the delicate, smooth, and snow-white skin beneath her bra cups, as smooth and soft as silk to the touch, and finally could not resist any longer. I laboriously reached my hands to the back of her police uniform, touching her smooth back, and then hooked my fingers onto the clasp of her bra.
With a soft "pop," the clasp came undone, and the breasts, freed from the bra's confinement, bounced excitedly, fully exposed to the light. Firm and full, they gleamed alluringly under the incandescent bulb. Two striking rosy nipples stood out against the mature, upright, snow-white breasts, making them exceptionally alluring. I couldn't help but lower my head, pinching one of the swollen breasts with my hand, gently teasing it with my tongue. I felt the beautiful young woman beneath me struggling and resisting, her face flushed with shame.
"Please, let me go, I'll do anything you want... Don't do this, Chen Chunyu." I gave her a light bite on her bud, eliciting a soft cry that made Zhao Zhiwen blush with embarrassment. "Call me husband..."
"No... no... let me go..."
She naturally remembered what I had done to her in the conference room that afternoon, knowing I hadn't kept my word. Annoyed and desperate, she turned her pretty face away, not wanting me to see her face flushed red with feminine shame.
I didn't mind and continued to tease her breasts with my tongue. Zhao Zhiwen's most secret fullness was exposed before my eyes, her soft breasts like strings being casually played with by my tongue beneath me. She struggled violently, arching her back, but then collapsed weakly. When my tongue traced her cleavage, I could clearly feel her reaction—a tremor as if she'd been electrocuted. I never imagined this was her sensitive spot. Her snow-white skin flushed a rosy pink from the stimulation, turning a pale pink. She bit her lower lip hard, fine beads of sweat appearing on her fair forehead. Her two large, white breasts swayed before my eyes, tinged with a rosy glow, radiating a captivating sheen.
I wanted to see how long her endurance lasted, so I used every trick in the book to tease this woman who had been widowed for over a decade. Compared to just taking off my pants and going to bed, I preferred this irresistible, coy teasing, especially this teasing under my control. So I had plenty of patience to wait for her to beg for mercy.
Her full breasts were like two balls of white cotton, soft and warm. Under my teasing, her originally snow-white and crystal-clear body quickly turned into a mature and alluring blush, as if attracting someone to pick them. Her breasts bounced and opened and closed as I kneaded and sucked them, changing shape at will. Finally, an extremely seductive plea escaped from her throat, her voice trembling with sobs, as she cried out, "Chen Chunyu, let me go... I'll do anything... please... ah... husband..."
Her office was on the top floor. Although it was particularly quiet at night, I had already inquired and found out that there were only a few police officers on night duty on the first floor, so I wasn't worried that her cries would be heard, and I didn't stop.
I cupped one breast in each hand, continuing to tease Zhao Zhiwen's inner desires. I lifted my head and whispered in her ear, "Why didn't you call me 'husband' earlier... Don't you know how sexy you look in this outfit? Besides, you already called me 'husband,' it's only natural for a husband to have his wife on him, do you think I'd stop...?"
Before I could finish, she shouted, "Let me go! I don't want to be forced, I..." Before she could finish
speaking, I squeezed her hard again. Her blood seemed to ignite instantly from the intense stimulation, her body went limp, and then she began to writhe violently.
"Now tell me how you knew I had this Hongwu Tongbao coin... What else do you know?"
I asked softly, licking her cheek.
"Let me go and I'll tell you... Ah..."
I suddenly struck her chest again, causing her to tremble a few times. Seeing that I was about to continue, she hurriedly said, "I'll talk... I'll talk..."
"That's good." I knew that Zhao Zhiwen was agitated at this moment. She was afraid of angering me and violating her body, so her will was very weak. She would definitely tell me the truth no matter what I asked her.
"The antique shop you went to in Luzhen the first time was owned by our family. We knew the day after you took out that Hongwu Tongbao coin..."
"Oh,"
Although I didn't expect that the antique shop was actually the Zhao family's cover, I knew that I was probably right. Suddenly, I remembered the black cat incident and became alert. I asked again, "Did you use magic to get a black cat to test me later?"
If so, my cover-up in Luzhen these past few months would seem ridiculous, because if someone could drive away a black cat, they would definitely know about magic. No matter how much I pretended, it would be meaningless. Could this be the reason why the Zhao family stopped investigating me later? They were waiting for me to make the first move. Seeing my lack of reaction for so long, they impatiently sent Zhao Zhiwen to set a trap and lure me in.
In just a short moment, I had already thought of all this.
"What is Black Cat…?"
She visibly froze beneath me.
"You don't know?"
Her expression didn't seem feigned; I was even more puzzled than her. Could it be that there was another powerful figure in Luzhen?
"I really don't know." Seeing my expression change, she thought I was going to continue and quickly explained, "Our Zhao family doesn't have anyone who can use sorcery… really, I'm not lying."
"Then has your family been watching my every move? Why did it take so long to make a move?"
I voiced another question in my mind, while my hand continued to slowly caress her chest.
"Because we wanted to see who was behind you, but after investigating for months without any progress, plus so many people came to Luzhen to explore, we decided to make our move… I've said everything, please let me go… Chen Chunyu…"
she pleaded beneath me again.
"What did you call me?"
I leaned in and kissed her red lips. Zhao Zhiwen turned her head away from my kiss, panting as she cried out, "Husband...please let me go, I won't tell anyone about tonight..."

Chapter 197
"Let you go? Do you think that's possible?"
My slightly cold hand suddenly slid down her smooth abdomen and slipped into her baggy police trousers.
"Ugh...you broke your promise, you bastard...you pervert...let me go right now..."
She was getting anxious and started cursing at me. I never intended to let this young woman go. I had already experienced how quickly she could change her attitude. If I let her go like this, she might just shoot me with a bullet. I suddenly flipped her body to the side and raised my hand, slapping her plump buttocks through her police trousers with a "smack." "Ah!" She screamed in surprise, her face flushed as she looked at me, no longer daring to speak.
"Behave yourself, or I'll spank you." I watched Zhao Zhiwen's silent sobs, which carried a sense of conquered destiny, and I felt a surge of triumph.
My fingers slipped between her legs, pressing against her private area through her panties. Zhao Zhiwen reacted instantly, her thighs clamping tightly around my fingers, her legs kicking and struggling on the bed, trying to escape my advances.
But my fingers were incredibly nimble; though my arms were immobile, they moved with surprising skill, gently rubbing her thighs from bottom to top through her lace panties. My hand, now inside my police trousers, began to roam more freely, and I could feel her body trembling slightly. My fingers pressed tightly against Zhao Zhiwen's panties, teasingly caressing her smooth skin…
Zhao Zhiwen's face was flushed red, her teeth clenched tightly. She was on the verge of collapse, feeling a tingling, numbing, and itchy sensation in her lower body, as if she were being electrocuted. She felt utterly powerless. A sliver of clarity made her legs clamp tightly together, trying to lessen the impact of the hand's caresses. But her struggles were futile; the thin layer of underwear offered no protection against the man's relentless assault.
"You... what are you doing? No... no... like this... let... let go... Chen Chunyu... husband... you can't do this..."
The young woman's legs desperately pushed against my strong, muscular body, but she couldn't escape my clutches. She gradually felt breathless. Never before had a man been so close to her; the scent of a mature man's sweat permeated her heart. She felt a little dizzy, and a feeling of wanting to give up rose within her.
My fingers rested on her inner thighs, gently caressing her through the thin, soft underwear, savoring the beautiful young woman's shy struggles. My other hand reached for her belt, the kind with a reverse buckle, which was particularly difficult to undo. With Zhao Zhiwen's constant struggles, it took me a great deal of effort to finally loosen it. As her pants slid down inch by inch, Zhao Zhiwen's snow-white waist became even more exquisitely defined, her plump thighs trembling slightly. My hair stood on end , and
I felt utterly ashamed, whimpering and pleading, "Please...don't...please...please..." The curves of her panties clung tightly to her police trousers, revealing more than I could see. The lace peeking through the fabric only heightened my excitement. I forcefully parted her knees, sliding them down onto the mature woman's thighs before me, then pulled them all the way down, completely removing them despite Zhao Zhiwen's continued struggles. Her alabaster-white thighs parted slightly, and I stared intently at her smooth, shapely thighs and delicate, fair skin. Her white panties clung to her rounded thighs, revealing her mature, beautiful body in full, unbelievable sight.
A damp scent wafted towards me, and her entire body exuded a captivating and alluring charm. I reached out and grasped her kicking, jade-like feet. The sheer, cicada-wing-like stockings clung tightly to her soft feet, and through the thin flesh-colored fabric, I could vaguely see the faint veins on her slender toes. The soles of the stockings, damp with sweat from her struggles, clung to the slightly concave soles of her feet, undeniably beautiful.
"No... Chen Chunyu... please..."
Fear finally filled her face. Her frail body twisted with all her might, but her hands were handcuffed to the headboard, and her jade-like feet were held in my grasp. She was completely powerless to resist, her legs kicking and swinging wildly, revealing humiliation and helplessness.
My hands moved over her long thighs, then slowly raised her lower body, bringing my head close to observe her. Although Zhao Zhiwen couldn't see her own position clearly, her jade legs were fixed in a shameful posture by me. Feeling the cool air of her exposed thighs, she involuntarily tried to close them, but how could I let her have her way? I held her legs with both hands, exposing her inner thighs to my view without reservation.
"You...you're a white tiger..."
I stared at Zhao Zhiwen's inner thighs for a long time. After teasing her for so long, I only now realized that under her panties was a patch of snow-white pink, without a single hair...
"Ugh...ugh...please, don't look..."
Her deeply hidden secret had been discovered, and Zhao Zhiwen's body became hot. A romantic pink hue instantly appeared on her fair inner thighs. Her head kept hitting the pillow, her hands tightly gripping the railing above her head, her expression a mixture of pain and relief.
"Now you know... Let me go... The White Tiger harms..."
Zhao Zhiwen's tears flowed. Ever since high school, she had noticed that her lower body was different from other girls'. In high school, she never dared to shower with other girls because she was afraid of having her secret discovered. This was because the custom in Luzhen was very strong: the White Tiger harms. Her boyfriend, who had been engaged for less than twenty days, was killed in a car accident, which proved this.
This was a hidden pain in her heart. She never dared to let anyone see her secret, not even her family. But now, the man had grabbed her jade-like feet, pulling her long, snow-white thighs to their maximum extent, exposing her groin to the air, and staring at her brazenly. The only place she felt inferior about was being stared at so intently. Her blood seemed to erupt like a volcano, and she instantly began to twist violently. The handcuffs left two marks on her snow-white wrists, and one even bled.
Suddenly, she felt a warm breath coming from between her legs, and her body froze. She didn't understand whether the man was unaware of this taboo or simply wasn't afraid. In that moment of hesitation, my tongue attacked her, gently rubbing her cheek against her inner thigh. The smooth, silky feeling was simply wonderful! "Mmm... Wow..."
She seemed to have been struck in her most sensitive spot, her body completely stiff, only her breasts rising and falling with her breath. Her snow-white skin had turned a captivating rosy pink, and the fragrant sweat that seeped out soaked her entire body, wetting a large patch of the sheets beneath her.
He wasn't afraid, he wasn't afraid at all! In that instant, a strange voice echoed in her heart, a voice that moved her, that captivated her, as if the man currently ravaging her was the true love she had long awaited. Even a voice in her mind kept telling her, give up, give up resisting, perhaps if she missed this opportunity, where else would a man dare to be so bold, so unrestrained, conquering her without any scruples? "Haven't you always wanted to experience this? It's a passion you've never felt before." She could be satisfied as long as she stopped struggling and let this man do as he pleased, just once...
She forcefully raised her head, looking at the man humiliating her with a complex expression. He kept staring at her body, his eyes filled with lust and tenderness... as if he treasured her body.
She was struggling internally, lust surging within her, her resistance weakening until finally, under the man's teasing tongue, she began to soften. The pleasure of being sucked and played with overwhelmed her, making her lose control. Her thighs were wet and sticky, a strange, stimulating sensation uncontrollably surging from within her. "
I'm such a wanton woman. Am I going to lose my chastity, which I've guarded for over a decade?" Thinking this, Zhao Zhiwen felt a strange sense of humiliation, yet it also gave her an unprecedented thrill. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she opened her small mouth and cried out in a coquettish yet slightly resentful tone, "Chen Chunyu... stop teasing me... I feel so uncomfortable..."
From her words, I could clearly sense the change in her mind. I quickened my teasing movements and looked up triumphantly, asking, "Director Zhao, are you uncomfortable or comfortable... tell the truth..."
Hearing my explicit question, she answered in a trembling voice, "Yes... uncomfortable... let me go..."
"Oh," I stopped, then sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to pull the blanket over her.
"You... what are you doing..."
She was stunned, unable to believe that I had stopped at this crucial moment. She suddenly fell from grace, feeling utterly disappointed. Her tone was filled with disappointment, which she herself did not even realize was full of it.
"Didn't you just tell me to stop...? You're a White Tiger, I can't risk my life..."
I said, stepping barefoot from the bed onto the floor. The icy floor gave me a bone-chilling cold. I picked up Lu Zhenzhi, which had been scattered on the floor during the fight.
"You bastard..."
Her voice was filled with resentment, her teeth clenched tightly, a deep-seated hatred spreading from her heart. She had never hated the man before her as much as she did now, wanting only to devour his flesh and drink his blood. Just moments ago, she had seen hope for the future, as if she would reach the shores of happiness in the next instant. But only three seconds later, she realized it was all just a ridiculous dream, a dream so unrealistic, like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, so unattainable.
The man who had given her hope was now indifferent, completely disregarding the exquisite body on the bed, as if it were just a pile of rags to be tossed aside.
She gritted her teeth, her body trembling uncontrollably, her handsome face turning pale and then purple, as if a monster was about to leap out from the depths of her heart.
Meanwhile, I was intently examining the book "The Chronicles of Deer Town" in my hands. It looked older than any I had ever seen. I was immediately captivated after flipping through only two pages: "The Tower of the Top Scholar, also known as the Hidden Mystery Tower, was built by Liu Feng, the monarch of the Great Han Dynasty." This confirms what I heard Professor Liu say when the ancient pagoda in the county town was smoking. There are also a few annotations in traditional Chinese characters, indicating that this book was passed down to the descendants of the Zhao family and further researched. The gist is that historical records state the Cangxuan Pagoda was built in 12 AD, while Liu Feng died in 9 BC after a failed rebellion—a chronological discrepancy. Could the Cangxuan Pagoda have been built to commemorate Liu Feng? My head was spinning at this point, and I couldn't help but speculate. However, after reading further, I realized it was impossible: if Liu Feng's death date was correct, then the only possible reason for the Cangxuan Pagoda's construction was to suppress Liu Feng, using the pagoda to subdue demons.
This explanation makes a lot of sense. I also recalled the news I heard in the county town that the Zhuangyuan Pagoda was built to suppress demons. I continued reading, and the annotations in the book also touched upon this view: My great-grandfather believed it was built to suppress the vengeful spirit of Liu Feng, but Liu Feng was buried in Luzhen after his death, which seems contradictory. The best location for building the Cangxuan Pagoda should be Luzhen, so this theory of a suppression pagoda is wrong. Therefore, there is only one possibility: the pagoda itself was built by Liu Feng.
How could that be? I felt like I was seeing a ghost when I read this. Could it be that Liu Feng, after dying for decades, crawled out of his grave and built a pagoda?
The annotations stated: This theory seems absurd at first glance, but it is actually quite reasonable. Obviously, the construction time of the Cangxuan Pagoda cannot be wrong. Therefore, there is only one possibility: the claim that Liu Feng died in 209 BC is incorrect. Perhaps it wasn't Liu Feng who died, but a substitute, or perhaps Liu Feng's body was never even seen at the time.
There are two versions of Liu Feng's death: one is that he was killed in the chaos of battle, and the other is that he drowned after his ship was sunk by the imperial navy. There are two locations where the ship sank: one is a small riverbank near Luzhen, and the other is near the Cangxuan Pagoda.
Just as I was about to continue reading, I suddenly heard a lot of rolling around on the bed. I quickly turned around and saw Zhao Zhiwen's face was pale and she looked terrifying. "What's wrong?"
I was startled and quickly put down my book and rushed to the bedside.
Her body was trembling and sobbing under the covers. As soon as I got close to the bed, she kicked me from under the covers and yelled, "Chen Chunyu, you bastard...you coward, why don't you dare to sleep with me..." Her
snow-white legs kicked incessantly on the bed, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet night.
"What…"
Hearing her words, I thought she was out of her mind, and hurriedly said, "Chief Zhao, are you alright? What happened…"
"Let me go, let me go…"
She kept rolling around on the bed, and seeing the two clear blue marks left on her hands by the handcuffs, I felt a little sorry for her and said, "I'll let you go, but don't hit me again… otherwise I won't be polite…"
I believed this woman had learned her lesson and wouldn't be so reckless as to hit me again, right?
As soon as I unlocked her handcuffs, she pounced on me like a hungry tiger, pinning me down with a speed that surprised me.
This woman, just as I was about to make my move, I found her lips suddenly kissing my cheek, as eagerly as a newborn baby searching for its mother's breast.
I stood there stunned for a moment, looking at the naked Zhao Zhiwen on top of me, a little confused about what she was doing. Her face had a strange expression, looking very urgent, as if the world was about to end.
"Mmm...kiss me...touch me..."
she sobbed, burying her head tightly in my chest, her beautiful hair fluttering slightly from the force of the impact. (
Chapter 193, November 15th
) I leaned back slightly, finding a suitable angle to observe the every move of the stocking-clad beauty, Zhao Zhiwen. Her face was tense, her jade-like feet stretched out as far as possible, her delicate toes curving downwards like a blooming lotus flower, pink and white, her small feet forming a beautiful arc, without a trace of bone. Her stocking-clad feet dangled under the table, trying to find the high heel I had already snatched, rubbing back and forth on the clean floor several times without success.
She frowned slightly, glancing down at me, and was momentarily stunned. Her shoes, which had been there moments before, were nowhere to be found. When she realized the high heels were with me, she understood immediately. Seeing my gaze lingering on her delicate feet, so close, she felt my burning gaze beside her. A slight blush rose to her fair cheeks, and she involuntarily opened her mouth, but remained silent.
The security personnel below, who had been whispering amongst themselves, were alarmed when she suddenly stopped talking. They assumed something was wrong and fell silent, even those who had been dozing were jolted awake. Wiping the drool from their mouths, they stared blankly at the stage. One of them, barely alive, muttered, "The meeting is finally over!" His voice rang out loudly in the silence. Everyone wanted to laugh but dared not, wanting to see how Zhao Zhiwen would make an example of her. Everyone present knew her reputation; this beautiful woman was not to be trifled with.
At this moment, Zhao Zhiwen was also somewhat desperate. Her imposing aura weakened, and she opened her mouth slightly, unable to speak. She was both surprised and annoyed, ashamed and indignant. If it were any other time, anyone who dared to disrespect her like this during a meeting would be humiliated. But this scoundrel on stage was making her anxious and unable to continue the meeting. She suddenly spoke up, "Let's discuss what just happened and come up with a plan. Each village has a different situation, so you need to analyze specific problems on a case-by-case basis."
Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. Then, she pretended to flip through her speech notes, ignoring my gaze.
But soon, a blush rose from the base of her long, pink neck to the base of her ears, because her beautiful stockinged foot was dangling in mid-air, unsure of where to put it. I stared at her delicate little foot, so white and tender, it was irresistible. If there weren't so many people below, I would definitely have squatted down and touched it.
An idea struck me, and I quickly wrote a few words on the paper in front of me and quietly pushed it to her. Zhao Zhiwen turned her head, puzzled. She frowned sharply, but forcibly suppressed her anger. Whether from shyness or genuine indignation, her pretty face was as red as a ripe apple, and she unconsciously bit her lower lip. Her expression, though not deliberately feigned anger, was full of the allure unique to a mature woman.
The line I wrote on the paper read: "Director Zhao, your jade feet are really sexy!"
My eyes swept over Zhao Zhiwen, seeing her dignified and aloof demeanor beside me, helplessly at my mercy. A strong sense of accomplishment welled up within me, along with an even stronger desire to conquer. I wrote another line on the paper: "Do you want your shoes?"
Seeing the words on the manuscript paper, she instinctively felt a surge of joy, but then quickly realized that I wouldn't give up so easily. She couldn't believe she'd been threatened by this bastard. Thinking this, Zhao Zhiwen felt a wave of humiliation, yet also an unprecedented sense of powerlessness. Her mind was in turmoil. She opened her eyes and stared at me, forcefully adding a sentence to the manuscript paper: "Chen Chunyu…give it to me! Give it to me!"
She used two exclamation marks, and the last dot even tore the paper, showing the force she used.
Seeing her slightly flushed face and pleading eyes, yet also filled with indignation, only spurred me to continue, disregarding her feelings. I knew she must hate me to the core now, wanting to kill me; giving up halfway would only make things worse.
I quickly wrote another sentence afterward, which further blurred her vision, revealing a chaotic mess. I wrote: "Call me 'husband,' and I'll give you the high heels." Zhao Zhiwen was a master of martial arts, and with the Zhao family's repeated probing, I was certain of her identity. So I decided to flirt freely, without any qualms.
She shook her head in embarrassment and anger, refusing my request. Her husband had died before she was even married; she'd probably never utter that word again. How could she possibly ask me to call her that? That's why I wrote it this way.
"Chen Chunyu, stop this nonsense! Give me the shoes!"
Zhao Zhiwen wrote on the paper, suppressing her anger and pleading.
"Chen Chunyu, give me the high heels, and I'll let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite." Seeing my rudeness, her gaze gradually turned cold. I suddenly felt the temperature around me drop several degrees—a sign that a woman was about to lose her temper. Startled, I quickly added: "Mind your image! This is a conference room; everyone's watching." I was betting she wouldn't dare to publicly retaliate against me. After all, she needed to maintain her image in front of her subordinates. If people knew I dared to flirt with her like that, how would she ever be able to work at the police station again? Besides, I had something the Zhao family wanted, so naturally she wouldn't dare to offend me easily. I believed that after weighing the pros and cons, she would definitely compromise.
"Hmph," she snorted coldly, but then relaxed and quickly wrote: What exactly do you want?
Many observant people in the audience had already noticed our unusual behavior. We kept pushing the papers on the table back and forth. Although we were sitting on the stage, a few feet taller than everyone else, they couldn't see clearly, but they could still tell from Zhao Zhiwen's unpredictable eyes that this woman was angry. In addition, she would occasionally glance at the audience, seemingly conveying some message, which made our flirtatious behavior seem more profound. Considering that she had asked the people below to discuss, it was clear that she wanted to see everyone's reaction, so those "observant people" started discussing even more enthusiastically. Zhao Zhiwen and I, of course, had no idea what they were thinking. If we did, I probably would have laughed until my stomach hurt.
"Call me 'husband,' and I'll give it to you."
I remained unmoved, then watched her little movements below. It turned out that when she saw my gaze shift upwards, she secretly stretched out her jade-like leg again, trying to use a feint to secretly slip it under my legs, trying to pull out her high heels. Her
smooth, moist jade-like leg stretched out in front of my legs, pulling open her short skirt, giving an indescribable allure, arousing an impulse to explore its depths. Perhaps sensing my burning gaze, Zhao Zhiwen's delicate body trembled even more violently. She immediately felt it was inappropriate and tried to pull her jade-like leg back, but I wouldn't let her have her way. I suddenly wrapped my legs around hers, trapping her stockinged feet between my thighs again. Zhao Zhiwen's jade
-like legs were very soft, and it felt as if nothing was there between my thighs. The moment their skin touched, her body trembled slightly, and she tried to pull back, but I held her even tighter and couldn't move her. Her face flushed crimson, and she glanced at me. Seeing that I was still solemnly looking at the crowd below the stage, seemingly oblivious to anything, she was instantly annoyed and secretly reached out and pinched my thigh hard.
I naturally didn't refuse such an offer of a hand. I reached down with my left hand and grabbed her hand that was ravaging my leg, gently kneading her delicate hand. Although it wasn't as full and smooth as her feet, the soft and tender touch easily aroused a beastly impulse.
Zhao Zhiwen's hands and feet were bound, and her most private parts were being so violated. Having not had such intimate contact with a man for decades, her body trembled involuntarily. At the same time, a strange feeling welled up—a very familiar pleasure—and for a moment she forgot to resist.
I snapped out of my daze. She hadn't resisted at all. The gentle touch in her hands made my heart tremble; it felt so good. My gaze involuntarily drifted downwards. In her slight struggle, Zhao Zhiwen's short skirt had been pulled up to her thighs, revealing the thin, transparent bandages of her stockings. Just then, she reacted, and in that instant, her white panties were exposed, her thighs right before my eyes. I froze, the smooth, soft touch sending my emotions racing.
Zhao Zhiwen, oblivious to the angle, couldn't break free and could only let the man's rough clothes fully enjoy the smooth, satin-like flesh of her legs. Especially the inner thighs, so delicate and tender, were being rubbed back and forth by me without restraint. The strange sensation of that friction made her body tremble. Her initial resistance and humiliation slowly diminished, but she pretended to be nonchalant and continued talking to me.
"Let me go, and I'll call you 'husband' when we're alone." Although she didn't even want to write the word "husband," she knew that if I continued like this, she would probably embarrass herself. So she simply agreed for now and would settle things with me when we were alone.
How could I not know her plan? Since I was sure she hadn't turned on me after what she had done, I was even more confident. I wrote on it with my right hand: "Okay, but I want some interest first."
As I spoke, I led her delicate hand to attack her inner thigh.
"Ah..."
Her body trembled violently, letting out a soft cry. To outsiders, it seemed as if what I wrote had made her sigh, but little did they know the shame and sorrow of having her most private place suddenly attacked. She felt extremely embarrassed, as if her chastity, which she had guarded for so many years, had been broken.
I gently pressed her delicate hand against Zhao Zhiwen's inner thigh through her stockings. Although she struggled, she couldn't let anyone see it in front of so many people, so she could only slightly resist. However, her legs trembled slightly under my caresses, and her lower body gradually became wet. The heat in my heart grew wildly like crops watered with fertilizer.
"No way," I thought in shock. I hadn't expected this dignified, stocking-clad beauty to become aroused by my caresses in public. I looked at her in surprise. Her head was lowered, and her flushed cheeks exuded a lascivious aura. This would make any man feel proud. A sense of conquest slowly rose in my heart, and my eyes began to burn. In an instant, I wanted more.
"Bang!"
Just as my thoughts were racing, Zhao Zhiwen suddenly erupted, slamming the folder in front of her onto the table. The previously chaotic meeting room fell silent instantly; even the breathing of the audience could be clearly heard. At this moment, even a fool could see that Zhao Zhiwen was angry, and no one dared to utter a sound to provoke her.
I froze, my hand still clenched, not daring to move, my mind blank. She actually dared to retaliate; I had underestimated this woman. A slight pang of regret rose within me; I had been too reckless, not understanding this woman enough.
"That's all for today's meeting. Everyone go back and prepare. We'll wait for the police station's call. The meeting can now adjourn. Assistant Chen and I will review the list again."
She raised the folder high, then gently lowered it. My heart, too, settled on the ground with her gesture, and I felt even more brazen and at ease. I buried my hand deep into the mature yet youthful body of the beautiful female police chief. Zhao Zhiwen never imagined I would be so bold as to molest her in such a public place. My hand, moving frequently around her inner thigh, made her thigh feel warm, as if a continuous stream of heat was emanating from there, enveloping her sensitive area through her underwear… She bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Chief Zhao, Chief Jiang said on the phone that he didn’t have any details about the fugitive. We need to know what he looks like when we get back.”
At this moment, a security chief sitting in the front row stood up and asked. The previously noisy crowd stopped and looked at the two people on the stage.
"Ah..."
Zhao Zhiwen's expression relaxed slightly when she saw everyone leaving, so she didn't hear what he said. Seeing everyone staring at her, her mind was in a mess, and she could only stammer, "I didn't hear very clearly that day. Let Assistant Chen speak."
"Ahem..."
I cleared my throat and said, "Chief Jiang didn't give a specific description of what the fugitive Zhang looks like. Our Luzhen is only so big. If you see any suspicious strangers, just report them to the police station. But be careful not to alert them. This group of fugitives has committed multiple murders along the way. To avoid unnecessary casualties, everyone must be careful."

Chapter 194
After my explanation, they all understood the general situation. Seeing that Zhao Zhiwen didn't speak, they all got up and left. In less than a minute, only the two of us were left in the conference room on the top floor.
"Aren't you going to let go of me?"
Hearing the footsteps at the door getting farther and farther away, Zhao Zhiwen suddenly reacted and suddenly stretched out her only movable right hand to attack my neck.
I was immediately startled. This woman had really gone berserk, launching a deadly attack right from the start. I quickly wrapped my arms around hers and gripped her right hand tightly as well.
"What are you doing? Let go!"
she cried out. "If you don't let go, I'm going to call for help..."
I pressed her body against the conference table, her hands struggling incessantly, trying to break free from my embrace.
"Call me 'husband'..."
I was certain she wouldn't dare to shout. I watched as a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her rosy cheeks, and as she struggled, a large expanse of her snow-white chest was exposed. Her shapely breasts heaved rapidly, drawing my gaze to the deep, unmasked cleavage between her full, high breasts, to peek into her alluring bosom.
"Don't even think about it!" she gritted her teeth angrily. "Chen Chunyu, let go of me right now... Don't go too far!"
Her breath grew increasingly rapid from her delicate nose and mouth, her clear eyes misting over with moisture, looking alluring as if they were about to drip water. Seeing me press down on her, she panicked and retreated towards the table to avoid my pressure.
I followed closely, my knee pressing against her long, slender thigh, slowly pressing my body down, pinning her arms to the table in a V-shape, my face close to hers, feeling the hot breath from her nostrils. Looking at her trembling, soft pink lips, I leaned forward, ready to pluck this tempting red cherry. Zhao Zhiwen quickly turned her head, hiding her side from me, but I took her round, jade-like earlobe into my mouth, licking and sucking it incessantly with my tongue.
Like a muffled thunderbolt striking her, the heat from his breath made her earlobes feel damp and itchy, especially the fine downy hairs, which tingled and trembled as if she were in a stormy sea. "Bastard, let me go..."
Zhao Zhiwen finally couldn't bear it any longer, and a pleading sound escaped from her cherry-like mouth, which was biting a lock of hair. Her trembling, beautiful body began to rub against my imposing frame, trying to roll me over.
Little did she know that this action only stimulated my most primal urges. I kissed her warm ear, my tongue leaving a cool, wet trail as I gently kissed her slightly flushed cheek, then looked up to observe her closely. Seeing that I didn't move, Zhao Zhiwen quickly turned to look at me, her white teeth clenched tightly, her eyes filled with anger and disdain, as if to say, "What else can you do besides bully women?"
Actually, I really didn't intend to do anything. After all, she's from the Zhao family, and I really didn't dare to force myself on her. I was just trying to punish her. Now, seeing her defiant eyes, I felt helpless. Letting go now would be admitting defeat, so I had no choice but to continue with the original script: "I'll give you one chance. Call me 'husband,' or I'll eat you up right here on this table." With a cold laugh, her legs were forcefully spread apart. My gaze lingered on her elegant neck, and I tightly restrained her limbs, slowly bringing my face closer to her neck.
"Bastard...husband..."
She trembled all over after saying this, her hair stood on end, and she felt ashamed to death. She sobbed and begged, "Let me go now." "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly..."
I loved seeing her shy look, and I didn't want to let her go so quickly. I continued, "Your shout just now sounded like you were going into battle, without any emotion. Try saying it again..."
As I spoke, my lips moved to her neck, kissing down her smooth, moist skin. The woman's delicate, fair skin had turned a captivating peach-red, and her alluring yet slightly melancholic expression fueled my already burning desire, making my blood boil. Pressing my head against her full breasts through her clothes, I felt a soft, smooth texture, distorted by my pressure, like a lump of dough embedded in my face.
Zhao Zhiwen forcefully suppressed her moans, her pretty face as red as a ripe apple. At this point, she had no choice but to suppress her fear and shame, her cherry lips parting slightly as she cried out, "Husband… let me go…"
I released her, immediately jumping back a few steps, fearing a sudden attack from Zhao Zhiwen. To my surprise, her beautiful body trembled slightly, her legs went weak as if she had lost all strength, and she slid down to her knees, covering her face with her hands and crying silently…
“Are you alright…”
I asked, seeing her trembling shoulders and soft sobs. I realized I had gone too far; after all, Zhao Zhiwen was just a woman.
“Get out…”
she snapped without looking up, continuing to cry.
I took a step forward, feeling a pang of guilt, and patted her shoulder, saying, “I’m sorry, I was just… damn it, you bitch…”
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhiwen suddenly grabbed my wrist, and with a swift movement, her high-heeled foot kicked my knee hard. The intense pain made my knee buckle, and I half-knelt on the ground. She held my right hand tightly behind my back, making me wince in pain.
I underestimated this woman. I never expected her to come up with such a scheme in such a short time. First, she presented herself as a weak woman, then suddenly attacked me when I was caught off guard. Now I'm subdued by her, without even a chance to turn the tables.
"Bastard... today you're in my hands, see how I deal with you..."
She gritted her teeth, her face filled with humiliation. What had just happened was a humiliation she had never experienced before, and now she was going to get her revenge.
"White," I suddenly turned my head and said.
"What?"
She didn't react for a moment.
"I meant your underwear," I replied with a grin. Since I was half-squatting on the ground, and she was standing to my side, looking up at a 45-degree angle, I could clearly see the white thong with bows adorning the sides of her thighs. The thong was very sheer and had a cleavage, vaguely exposing the most private part of this young woman to my eyes.
"You..."
Seeing my lewd gaze, she instinctively tightened her thighs. In her panic, I suddenly shouted, "Xiao Liu, how did you get in here?"
"Ah!" Normally, she wouldn't have fallen for my trick, but at this moment, in the midst of the tension, remembering that the meeting room door wasn't closed, she subconsciously looked towards the door, her grip loosening slightly. I struggled, and she tumbled out, covered in dust.
"You..."
Seeing me escape again, she was helpless this time, glaring at me hatefully: "One day I'll make you pay." "I already know," I said, my eyes fixed on the corner of the table, highly focused, afraid she'd kick me in the groin again. "But there's something I forgot to tell you earlier,"
I said with a grin.
"What?"
Zhao Zhiwen's face turned ashen.
"Your underwear seems a little wet..."
I said, then fled.
"Chen Chunyu, I'm going to kill you..."
she screamed immediately, completely forgetting that someone would hear her.
Zhao Zhiwen stayed in the conference room for a few minutes before calming herself down. She picked up the high heel, hurriedly put it on, and left the conference room.
She felt a chill in her groin, cursed under her breath, and went into the bathroom, locking herself inside.
Lifting her skirt to her waist and spreading her legs, Zhao Zhiwen's thin, white panties, already soaked with water, clung tightly to her skin. Her right hand slipped inside, exploring the full, smooth flesh, arousing endless longing and fueling her fantasies. In an instant, she recalled her earlier lewd behavior, her body trembling slightly, her skin temperature rising. Her long, slender legs pressed tightly against her hand, a strange, stimulating sensation uncontrollably surging through her, clearly revealing her inner excitement and unease.
"That bastard, I'll make him pay!" She dared not continue, hurriedly grabbing a tissue to wipe her inner thighs, then quickly pulling up her panties and leaving.
Although she tried to avoid thinking about it, the man's rough behavior kept replaying in her mind all afternoon, slowly aligning with the image in her mind—it seemed the strong man in her erotic dreams the previous night was him.
As a normal woman, it's impossible for her not to think about men. However, family rules and the subservient attitudes of the men around her completely extinguished her interest. Especially since those men were all so respectful to her face, yet secretly eyed her, showing absolutely no manly spirit.
She could only secretly imagine the man of her dreams. Her requirements weren't high; she only needed a strong body. She didn't care about his rank or status, as long as he wouldn't be subservient to her because of her position.
Such a man existed, but she had never met him, at least not in Deer Town. The death of her fiancé hadn't dealt her a heavy blow; rather, it felt like a relief. Although she knew people cursed her behind her back, calling her a jinx, she seemed completely unconcerned. Deep down, however, she longed for a man to rescue her, to pull her out of this misery. Watching her youth slip away day by day, the man she waited for never appeared, while everyone around her was paired off. This slowly made her feel cold and disgusted. She felt that God had been very unfair to her, especially when she saw men behaving so subserviently towards her, which she found extremely repulsive. But ultimately, she was a woman. Although she loathed men during the day, at night she couldn't suppress her normal physiological needs. Countless times in her dreams, she fantasized about her man conquering her with his strong body, bringing her to orgasm repeatedly, and finally lying comfortably in his arms, snuggling up to him and letting him hold her for life, whispering sweet nothings in her ear that she would never tire of hearing.
Before she knew it, she was over thirty, yet she had never met the man she had imagined. She was gradually becoming disillusioned. But just now, when Chen Chunyu humiliated her in front of everyone, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The feeling in that instant was definitely not just humiliation, but an indescribable sensation. Although she didn't know what it was, at that moment she felt a strong urge for Chen Chunyu to completely possess her, right there in the conference room, in the empty room, to brutally conquer her… So when Chen Chunyu released her, she felt incredibly disappointed, yet also incredibly yearning—a desire that surpassed anything she had ever craved before.
Unbeknownst to her, it had already darkened outside. She realized that she had spent the entire afternoon sitting in her office, doing nothing, her mind completely consumed by thoughts of this man.
How could I be like this? Thinking of her family's mission, her mind cleared a bit. She realized she had never been so easily swayed by emotions before, and Zhao Zhiwen felt a chill. She could only comfort herself, "There's nothing strange about this... Any woman would experience emotional fluctuations in this situation. I've encountered similar cases before. As for me, it's just that I haven't been around men for a long time... Maybe it's because his gaze is too domineering, too aggressive, that I'm a little uncomfortable!"
But was this man really not afraid of her, or was he just a naive young man unaware of her power? Even without her family's orders, Zhao Zhiwen had developed a deep interest in this man.
She had learned from her niece that with the recent expansion of university enrollment, graduates were finding it increasingly difficult to find employment. Without connections, many university graduates could only be assigned to state-owned factories on the verge of bankruptcy, while very few could get jobs in government departments. Chen Chunyu's family situation was already clear; his parents were just ordinary workers, yet he had been appointed as an assistant in Luzhen. My brother said that people in the county were also paying close attention to him. All these signs indicated that he must have something special about him, and the road construction in Luzhen proved this.
After work, she couldn't help but glance down at the duty room, but to her disappointment, she only saw Xiao Liu and two colleagues playing cards. The man had already sneaked away, and there was no trace of him to be seen!
Zhao Zhiwen thought with a touch of melancholy, "I hope that man saw those things and doesn't disappoint himself."
A smile slowly appeared on her lips, reminding her of the trap she had set, and she wondered how he would escape.

Chapter 195
When I passed by Sister Juxiang's shop, I unexpectedly found Li Chunning standing by the counter, looking at a book with a bored expression.
"What are you looking at?"
I leaned forward and said, pressing my cheek against hers.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, and when she saw it was me, she immediately pounded her chest and said, "You scared me to death! You walk without making a sound, and what are you wearing?"
She found it very strange that I was wearing a police uniform.
"Oh, it happened at the police station. Where's Sister Juxiang? Why did she let you watch the shop?"
I stepped behind the counter, smelling her fragrance, and one of my large hands was already touching her jade-like leg. Li Chunning was still dressed the same as that day, in a knee-length cotton skirt, which was perfect for our business.
"You're going to die... What are you doing? My aunt is still sleeping inside, let go of me right now!" She hurriedly tried to dodge inside, but I squeezed her into a corner.
Ignoring her protests, I slipped my left hand inside her short skirt and groped along her velvety smooth thigh. My hand roamed over her soft skin; her thighs were very sensitive. Her smooth thigh muscles trembled slightly under my touch, and Li Chun Ning's delicate body went limp, half-lying against my counter. A faint pink blush rose to her fair cheeks, and her watery eyes shimmered with alluring charm. Knowing she couldn't take it any longer, she quickly grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Let go! My aunt will be up soon, not now!" I loved seeing her shy like this and didn't want to let her go so easily. I continued, "It's okay, the door inside is closed…we'll know if she moves." "That still won't do…"
The unusual stimulation made her groan.
"So soft, so fragrant, so smooth…you are truly a natural beauty, without a trace of frost."
I stroked the smooth, delicate outer thigh of Li Chun Ning, my hand moving upwards until it reached her underwear. Through the thin fabric, I teased her inner thighs relentlessly. She struggled to breathe, only letting out muffled moans, as if ill. Her body writhed like a snake. My hand skillfully parted the edge of her panties and slipped inside, touching a soft, furry surface. My fingers slid effortlessly to her wet, sensitive spot, quickly revealing that her intimate passage was already soaking wet.
"Tsk tsk, Chun Ning, you're not afraid of your aunt anymore, you're all wet now,"
I teased, pulling my hand out and holding it to her nose. Li Chun Ning blushed deeply, her flawless white skin turning pink. She punched my body, saying, "You bastard, you just know how to bully me, you just know how to bully a little girl like me..."
I glanced around; it was already dark, and there was no one on the street. I grabbed her from behind, blowing hot breath on her sensitive earlobes, while my hands pressed against her through the wool... I squeezed her already conquered breasts twice, then asked with a smile, "Are you still a little girl?"
Li Chun Ning's body suddenly heated up, and her round buttocks pressed tightly against the heat behind her, causing her to involuntarily bump her hips. She said angrily, "It's all your fault, you made me lose my virginity, you'll make me pay..."
Seeing her leaning shyly against the counter, her face flushed to her ears, letting me take liberties with her, I laughed. Before Li Chun Ning could react, I slipped my hand under her skirt again, pinching and kneading the tender flesh at the base of her thighs. While caressing her, I leisurely observed Li Chun Ning's expression. Her beautiful face was flushed like fire, and her charming, pure eyes were shyly closed, filled with coquettishness and tenderness.
Just then, footsteps approached from the roadside. Li Chunning quickly stood up straight and whispered in alarm, "Someone's coming! Let go!" I removed my hand from her upper body, but the groping hand lingered inside her skirt, prompting Li Chunning to plead hastily, "Let go quickly, I'll let you touch me again later..."
The pleasure in her inner thighs made her twist her waist restlessly, panting heavily.
"It's alright, you can't see..."
I said, raising my voice. At this moment, the person had already reached the door. It was an elderly woman in her sixties. She walked to the counter with a cane and said to Li Chun Ning, "Ju Xiang went out? It's almost dark and you're not even turning on the lights. You're really frugal the richer you are..."
Old people usually like to nag. Li Chun Ning, while squeezing her legs together, said, "My aunt is sleeping inside. What would you like?"
She was worried about being discovered, so she leaned her body tightly against the counter and secretly pushed me with her elbow, trying to stop my presumptuous behavior. But my hand became even more forceful, giving her a series of pleasures. If it weren't for the fact that we were in front of outsiders, she would have really wanted to shout out loud. She couldn't help but curse me in her heart.
Once the old lady's footsteps were out of reach, Li Chunning immediately pulled my hand away, angrily scolding, "You filthy Chen Chunyu, you're so disgusting! How can I be human after being defiled like this by you, you bastard?"
Then she snapped on the light, thwarting my chance to succeed.
"Hehe, who told you to be so beautiful? I get itchy if I don't touch you for a day."
I found her coquettish and alluring appearance particularly arousing and appealing.
"Go touch your Liu Qing." Women love to hear compliments, and Li Chunning was no exception. Although she looked angry, she felt a sense of pride when this filthy man praised her, forgiving him for his earlier embarrassment.
Just then, someone else came to buy salt. Seeing that I wouldn't get anything good to eat if I stayed any longer, I said goodbye to Li Chunning and left. When I returned, my sister-in-law and the others were busy cooking. As soon as I got inside, the phone rang. It was the police station calling about my shift that night.
My sisters-in-law brought the dishes to the table and asked about the phone call earlier. I recounted what had happened that afternoon, then looked at the two beautiful women and said, "I can't sleep with you two tonight..." "
Pah, who asked you to..."
They both blushed instantly. I chatted with them for a while, then, seeing that it was almost time, I got up to go to the meeting place. But as I reached the door, my sister-in-law called me back. She was holding a coat and said, "It's cold tonight, put this on."
Although I'm not afraid of the cold, I knew it was her thoughtfulness, so I kissed her on the lips and said, "I'll let you enjoy yourself when I get back..."
"Get lost, you jerk."
She touched my lips and stood at the door, watching me leave in a daze.
When I arrived, I found four people already there. They were all huddled together, looking incredibly bored. Finally, someone suggested playing cards, and Xiao Liu immediately pulled out a brand-new deck of cards from the table. I thought it would just be a casual game, but everyone kept complaining that playing cards without a stake was pointless. They eventually agreed on a 1.5 yuan per round, just for fun, a stake that everyone could accept.
However, after only a few rounds, I realized they were all acquaintances. I was just a sucker, and their obvious willingness to let me win immediately pissed me off.
Actually, playing cards is mainly about having fun. I've been a seasoned card player since college, and I've encountered this kind of situation many times. I admit that after practicing a mental technique, my mind is more agile. From the moment I receive a hand of cards, I'm 90% sure whether I'll win or lose. Therefore, I fold very decisively, and once my opponent plays a card, I rarely have time to think; I just throw out my own. It's simple, and their plays are rarely unexpected.
I'm 100% confident when it comes to playing cards. In fact, I've always been very confident in myself—you could call it arrogance. I have complete faith in my judgment, and I rarely make mistakes when playing cards. Confidence is essential for everything; otherwise, nothing else matters.
At school, I generally don't let myself lose money playing cards, but I also don't win too much. I occasionally let them win a few rounds, because everyone comes from different parts of the country to study, and it's not easy. They work themselves to the bone for a little extra living expenses each month. If they really lose too much, they'll definitely get angry. And when I win, I usually buy some watermelon or drinks, and we eat and drink together before settling the bill. That's why they all like playing cards with me. I'm quite popular in university. First, I don't have that naive, clueless look that some students have when they first arrive at university, and I quickly integrated into the group. To be honest, there was another student from Ruzhou who came with me. We both graduated from high school, but he was completely out of place. When others smoked, he would always hold a book to his nose and mutter to himself, which annoyed everyone. We all go to university; no one is inherently superior to another. Success is about how you get by. Even my first few sophomores and juniors who taught me admired me. I've always believed that if you're going to do something, do it well. Actually, playing cards is a great way to see through a person; you can tell a lot about their character from their card-playing style.
"Nobody wants a pair of 10s, right?"
I spat the cigarette butt from my Red Dragon cigarette onto the ground, then stomped on it and chuckled at the three people on the table.
"You're not going to take the next King, are you? Heh, if you don't take it, I'm leaving... Pair of 4s."
I said, throwing the cards onto the newspaper.
"Damn, I think none of us in this group are as smart as you. You've figured out all the cards, and I'm still stuck with three Queens. I should have played them."
Big Yellow Teeth from Zhao Village threw his cards down angrily.
"Heh, hesitation only leads to trouble. You still have two single cards, you're definitely going to win. Pay up!"
I lit my cigarette again and started shuffling the cards quickly.
Is he even using his brain? Hmph, I chuckled inwardly. If my master knew I was using my brain on playing cards, I wonder if he'd laugh or cry.
"Little Liu, it's the end of the month today. Want me to take you to the outskirts of town for some fun after you get paid?"
Big Yellow Teeth teased Little Liu, who was sitting below, with a hint of excitement.
"Go away, don't corrupt the kids. Assistant Chen and Xiao Liu are only nineteen,"
the thirty-something-year-old security chief scolded from the side.
"Look at Assistant Chen and the others, don't they look like children? They're not even as good at cards as you, the gambling king..."
Big Yellow Teeth kept saying.
After winning five hands in a row, they realized how good I was at cards and stopped treating me like a sucker. At this time, three more people arrived. Seeing that more and more people were coming, I gradually let them win a few hands. Finally, I took an opportunity to leave the card table, and then used the few dozen yuan I won to buy some late-night snacks and a case of beer to take to the office. Everyone started drinking.
Smoking and drinking go hand in hand, and gradually we opened up to each other. They quickly developed a liking for me, and I began to consciously steer the conversation toward the legends of Deer Town. After telling a story about the Loch Ness Monster, I brought up the topic of the ancient tomb that the country had recently excavated. Inside, a mummy thousands of years old looked as if it had just been buried.
"Nothing strange about it..."
Big Yellow Teeth started talking, "More than ten years ago, when I was in my twenties, Old Rascal from our village somehow dug up a grave near General's Saddle. There was a young woman buried inside, and she was incredibly pretty, smelling wonderful. Old Rascal told us he even groped her breasts a few times, and then stripped her naked, not even leaving her clothes behind. But who knew that just a few days later, Old Rascal died. It's really weird. I heard that everything they dug up was taken away..." My heart skipped
a beat. Now I have to seriously think about anything related to General's Saddle, so I casually asked, "It must have sold for a lot of money, right?"
"Indeed, they gave us over a thousand yuan back then. That was more than ten years ago. Now it would be worth at least ten thousand yuan. There was a guy in our village who was jealous and went to dig up a grave near General's Saddle, but he didn't even find the grave. Instead, a big rock hit him, his brains splattered, and he died on the spot."
"That place is creepy, it's best not to go,"
someone added.
"What are you doing? We told you to do night patrols, and you're hiding here drinking."
The group was chatting and drinking when Zhao Zhiwen suddenly appeared at the door. She had changed into her police uniform. The loose uniform, while concealing her curvaceous figure, only fueled my desire. Thinking of the erotic scene from that afternoon, I couldn't resist bringing my hand to my nose to smell it. Zhao Zhiwen happened to look in my direction, her face immediately turning red. She clearly understood what I meant.
"It's just cold at night, so we're having a few drinks to warm up. We didn't drink much, just one bottle each," the old security chief quickly explained, knowing Zhao Zhiwen's temper.
"Hmph, did you notify everyone on the first and second night patrols?"
she sneered, then turned to ask Xiao Liu.
"Yes, we notified everyone,"
Xiao Liu quickly replied.
"Clean this place up. Whatever you want it to look like, go to room 201 and get your flashlights and batons."
Zhao Zhiwen glanced at me through the crowd again, seeing my still grinning face, and decided not to linger, leaving.

Chapter 196.
After the seven of us collected our batons and other supplies from the equipment room, we walked into the street under the cold moonlight. The moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight, spreading across the ground like a layer of frost. It seemed my sister-in-law was right to give me the coat; it was indeed very cold after the night air cooled down. We walked along the street out of Luzhen, then wandered along the country roads until after 1 a.m. When we returned to the police station, the second team was already waiting in the duty room. We exchanged pleasantries for a while before heading home. Little Liu wanted to give me a ride, but I declined, saying I needed to use the restroom.
I had already inquired about the personnel distribution in this building while playing cards. The top floor was the equipment training room, and apart from Zhao Zhiwen's residence, no one was there this late. I had already learned from Xiao Liu that Zhao Zhiwen had gone home shortly after we left, meaning her office was currently empty.
I quietly made my way to the third floor, then crouched down in front of Zhao Zhiwen's office. There was a corner inside her office that led to the bedroom I had entered that afternoon.
These old-fashioned locks were very easy to open. I took out a paperclip I had prepared and inserted it; a gentle hook easily engaged the spring. With a strong pull, the door opened.
I didn't dare turn on the light, as her office had no curtains. I could only grope in the dark to insert the bolt, then quietly went to the bedroom door and pushed it. As I expected, the inner door was open.
I found the switch behind the door and pressed it. Everything was as I hoped; the only window faced the back of the police station, so there was no light coming from the outside.
I had just received the "Luzhen Chronicle" and hadn't even had a chance to look at it when I suddenly felt a gust of wind rush towards my head from behind the door. Instinctively, I raised my arm to block it, but I was caught off guard and screamed. The feeling of being shocked by a police baton was unpleasant; half of my body went numb instantly, and I had no strength left. My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground.
"Heh, I wonder what Assistant Chen's intentions are in coming into my office so late at night?"
Zhao Zhiwen grabbed the handcuffs and handcuffed me behind my back before I could even react.
"You knew I would come tonight, didn't you...?"
Seeing how well-prepared she was, I knew that what happened today was a complete trap. She even deliberately poured a bucket of water on me in the afternoon and then made me change into my police uniform, all because she knew I would be spying on a strange woman in her bedroom. I didn't expect this woman to be so cunning; every step I took was under her control. Knowing I was caught, I didn't pretend I knew nothing.
"Oh?"
She was a little surprised to see my calm expression, but she didn't waste any words and directly reached for my police uniform, then unbuttoned it.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to molest me?"
I quickly backed away.
"Molestation! Humph!"
She probably remembered what happened that afternoon, and suddenly kicked me in the thigh with her high heel, gritting her teeth and saying viciously, "Is this molestation?"
"Damn it, you bitch, what do you want?"
I was also enraged by her kick. By this time, my body, which had been shocked by the electric shock, was gradually returning to normal. Her kick was very hard; I could feel that my thigh was definitely bruised.
"What do you think..."
Her delicate hand groped around my neck for a while, finding nothing, and finally asked with some disappointment, "You didn't wear the Hongwu Tongbao around your neck..."
"Hongwu Tongbao? You're asking me for the Hongwu Tongbao too?"
I feigned surprise. Secretly, I felt lucky; thankfully, I had been careful after leaving Zhao Zhiwen's house that day and had taken it off, otherwise, tonight might have been in danger.
"Tell me, where is it?"
She kicked me again, clearly still about what happened that afternoon.
"Lost it," I said dejectedly.
"What did you say? Do you think I'm an idiot? You would throw away something so important..."
Zhao Zhiwen was about to kick me again.
"No,"
I hurriedly called out, "Let me finish..."
I briefly recounted the incident of the accident during my trip to X City, and concluded, "It was hanging around my neck at the time. I was only wearing a shirt that day, but when I came up, I found the rope had broken."
"You dare lie to me... Looks like you can't get the truth out of me without a beating..."
Although a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes, she still kicked me.
I suddenly turned around, grabbed her delicate foot, and twisted it forcefully. Caught off guard, Zhao Zhiwen was sent sprawling on the ground. Luckily, she had martial arts training and her ligaments were relatively flexible; otherwise, she would definitely be lying on the ground unable to move. As she rolled over and jumped up, I struck her with the stun gun, and she immediately went limp.
Actually, I hadn't even had time to throw away the paperclip after opening the door when she handcuffed me. Although it wasn't easy to unlock her hands with them behind her back, I stalled for time, waiting for the numbness in my body to wear off so I could sneakily unlock them and strike when she was relaxed. You know, Zhao Zhiwen's skills are about the same as mine, so it would definitely take a lot of effort to subdue her openly. She probably thought so too.
"Truly, fortunes change." I grabbed her body, then carried her to the bed and threw her on it forcefully.
"What are you doing... This is the police station, you can't do whatever you want..."
Seeing me climb on top of her, she looked terrified, her body instinctively trying to move, but her limp body had no strength at all.
"What do you think, Chief Zhao?"
I learned from her mistake and this time handcuffed her hands to the headboard railing, making it harder for her to break free.
"You can't do anything reckless, let me go right now, or I'll call for help!" Her body gradually recovered, and she continued to struggle on the bed.
"Go ahead and scream... let everyone see how debauched Director Zhao is in bed, all that's usually so high and mighty..."
My hand kept stroking her cheeks; her skin was smooth and moist, comparable to my sister-in-law's—clearly, this woman knew how to take care of herself.
"Chen Chunyu, please, let me go!"
Zhao Zhiwen's face was flushed, her hair was disheveled, and her forehead was covered in sweat from struggling.
"Let you go... is that even possible?"
I sat on her lap, pressing down on her lower body to prevent her from moving, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of her police uniform, revealing a smooth, snow-white chest and a deep cleavage. My large hand pushed against the white lace trim of her bra, and the trembling of her firm breasts through the thin fabric made my blood boil. I firmly grasped Zhao Zhiwen's pair of firm, erect, soft breasts, caressing and kneading them...
"No..."
Zhao Zhiwen couldn't help but let out a desperate and shy moan from her tender, bright red lips, her upper body twisting incessantly, but her hands were handcuffed to the headboard, and any struggle would cause excruciating pain.
Although she desperately resisted beneath me, her limbs had no strength, how could she break free? I felt the delicate, smooth, and snow-white skin beneath her bra cups, as smooth and soft as silk to the touch, and finally could not resist any longer. I laboriously reached my hands to the back of her police uniform, touching her smooth back, and then hooked my fingers onto the clasp of her bra.
With a soft "pop," the clasp came undone, and the breasts, freed from the bra's confinement, bounced excitedly, fully exposed to the light. Firm and full, they gleamed alluringly under the incandescent bulb. Two striking rosy nipples stood out against the mature, upright, snow-white breasts, making them exceptionally alluring. I couldn't help but lower my head, pinching one of the swollen breasts with my hand, gently teasing it with my tongue. I felt the beautiful young woman beneath me struggling and resisting, her face flushed with shame.
"Please, let me go, I'll do anything you want... Don't do this, Chen Chunyu." I gave her a light bite on her bud, eliciting a soft cry that made Zhao Zhiwen blush with embarrassment. "Call me husband..."
"No... no... let me go..."
She naturally remembered what I had done to her in the conference room that afternoon, knowing I hadn't kept my word. Annoyed and desperate, she turned her pretty face away, not wanting me to see her face flushed red with feminine shame.
I didn't mind and continued to tease her breasts with my tongue. Zhao Zhiwen's most secret fullness was exposed before my eyes, her soft breasts like strings being casually played with by my tongue beneath me. She struggled violently, arching her back, but then collapsed weakly. When my tongue traced her cleavage, I could clearly feel her reaction—a tremor as if she'd been electrocuted. I never imagined this was her sensitive spot. Her snow-white skin flushed a rosy pink from the stimulation, turning a pale pink. She bit her lower lip hard, fine beads of sweat appearing on her fair forehead. Her two large, white breasts swayed before my eyes, tinged with a rosy glow, radiating a captivating sheen.
I wanted to see how long her endurance lasted, so I used every trick in the book to tease this woman who had been widowed for over a decade. Compared to just taking off my pants and going to bed, I preferred this irresistible, coy teasing, especially this teasing under my control. So I had plenty of patience to wait for her to beg for mercy.
Her full breasts were like two balls of white cotton, soft and warm. Under my teasing, her originally snow-white and crystal-clear body quickly turned into a mature and alluring blush, as if attracting someone to pick them. Her breasts bounced and opened and closed as I kneaded and sucked them, changing shape at will. Finally, an extremely seductive plea escaped from her throat, her voice trembling with sobs, as she cried out, "Chen Chunyu, let me go... I'll do anything... please... ah... husband..."
Her office was on the top floor. Although it was particularly quiet at night, I had already inquired and found out that there were only a few police officers on night duty on the first floor, so I wasn't worried that her cries would be heard, and I didn't stop.
I cupped one breast in each hand, continuing to tease Zhao Zhiwen's inner desires. I lifted my head and whispered in her ear, "Why didn't you call me 'husband' earlier... Don't you know how sexy you look in this outfit? Besides, you already called me 'husband,' it's only natural for a husband to have his wife on him, do you think I'd stop...?"
Before I could finish, she shouted, "Let me go! I don't want to be forced, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, I squeezed her hard again. Her blood seemed to ignite instantly from the intense stimulation, her body went limp, and then she began to writhe violently.
"Now tell me how you knew I had this Hongwu Tongbao coin... What else do you know?"
I licked her cheek and asked softly.
"Let me go and I'll tell you... Ah..."
I thrust my hand into her chest again, and she trembled a few times. Seeing that I was going to continue, she hurriedly said, "I'll talk... I'll talk..."
"That's good." I knew Zhao Zhiwen was agitated at this moment. She was afraid of provoking me to violate her body, so her will was very weak. She would definitely tell me the truth no matter what I asked.
"The antique shop you went to in Luzhen the first time was owned by our family. We knew the day after you took out that Hongwu Tongbao coin..."
"Oh,"
Although I didn't expect the antique shop to be the Zhao family's cover, I knew I was probably right. Suddenly, I remembered the black cat incident and became alert. I asked again, "Did you use magic to get a black cat to test me later?"
If so, my cover-up in Luzhen over the past few months would seem ridiculous. Anyone who could drive away a black cat would know magic, so pretending would be meaningless. Could this be why the Zhao family stopped investigating me? They wanted to wait for me to make a move. Seeing that I hadn't reacted for so long, they couldn't wait to send Zhao Zhiwen to set a trap and lure me in.
In just a short moment, I had thought of so much.
"What is a black cat..."
She was clearly startled beneath me.
"You don't know?"
Her expression didn't seem fake, and I was even more puzzled than her. Could it be that there was another powerful figure in Luzhen?
"I really don't know." Seeing my expression change, she thought I was going to continue, so she quickly explained, "No one in our Zhao family knows how to use sorcery... Really, I'm not lying."
"Then has your family been watching my every move? Why did it take so long to make a move against me?"
I voiced another question that had been on my mind, while my hand continued to slowly caress her chest.
"Because we wanted to see who was behind you, but after investigating for months, we made no progress. Plus, too many people have come to Luzhen to explore its mysteries, so we decided to make our move... I've said everything, please let me go... Chen Chunyu..."
She pleaded beneath me again.
"What did you call me?"
I leaned in and kissed her red lips. Zhao Zhiwen turned her head away from my kiss, panting as she cried out, "Husband...please let me go, I won't tell anyone about tonight..."

Chapter 197
"Let you go? Do you think that's possible?"
My slightly cold hand suddenly slid down her smooth abdomen and slipped into her baggy police trousers.
"Ugh...you broke your promise, you bastard...you pervert...let me go right now..."
She was getting anxious and started cursing at me. I never intended to let this young woman go. I had already experienced how quickly she could change her attitude. If I let her go like this, she might just shoot me with a bullet. I suddenly flipped her body to the side and raised my hand, slapping her plump buttocks through her police trousers with a "smack." "Ah!" She screamed in surprise, her face flushed as she looked at me, no longer daring to speak.
"Behave yourself, or I'll spank you." I watched Zhao Zhiwen's silent sobs, which carried a sense of conquered destiny, and I felt a surge of triumph.
My fingers slipped between her legs, pressing against her private area through her panties. Zhao Zhiwen reacted instantly, her thighs clamping tightly around my fingers, her legs kicking and struggling on the bed, trying to escape my advances.
But my fingers were a game of cat and mouse; though my arms were immobile, they were incredibly nimble, skillfully and gently rubbing along her inner thighs from bottom to top through her lace panties. My hand, slipping inside her police trousers, began to roam more freely, caressing her. I could feel her body trembling slightly. My fingers pressed tightly against Zhao Zhiwen's panties, teasingly stroking her smooth skin…
Zhao Zhiwen's face flushed crimson, her teeth clenched tightly. She was on the verge of collapse, feeling waves of tingling, numbness, and itching shooting through her lower body like electric shocks. She felt utterly powerless. A sliver of clarity made her legs clamp tightly together, trying to lessen the impact of that hand's caresses. But her struggles were futile; the thin layer of panties offered no protection against the man's relentless assault.
"You… what are you doing? No… no… like this… let… let go… Chen Chunyu… husband… you can't do this…"
The young woman's legs desperately pushed against my strong, ox-like body, but she couldn't escape my clutches. She gradually felt breathless. Never before had a man been so close to her. The scent of a mature man's sweat penetrated her heart. She felt a little dizzy, and a feeling of wanting to give up rose within her.
My fingers rested on the base of her thighs, gently caressing her through her thin, soft panties, savoring the shy struggle of this beautiful young woman. My other hand reached for her belt, the kind with a reverse buckle, which was particularly difficult to undo. With Zhao Zhiwen's constant struggle, it took me a great deal of effort to finally undo it. As her pants slid down inch by inch, Zhao Zhiwen's snow-white waist became even more exquisitely defined, her plump thighs trembling slightly. Goosebumps stood on end as she felt utterly ashamed, whimpering and pleading, "Please...don't...please...please..."
The curves of her panties clung tightly to her police trousers, revealing the lace peeking through the fabric, which only excited me more. I forcefully parted her knees, sliding them down onto the mature woman's thighs before me. Then, I pulled them all the way down, completely removing them despite Zhao Zhiwen's struggles. Her alabaster-white thighs parted slightly, and I stared intently at the smooth, shapely skin, the delicate white flesh beneath. White panties clung to her rounded thighs, revealing her mature, beautiful body in full, almost unbelievable.
A damp scent wafted towards me, her entire body radiating a seductive charm. I reached out and grasped her kicking feet. Thin, cicada-wing-like stockings clung tightly to her soft feet, and through the sheer flesh-colored fabric, I could vaguely see the faint veins on her slender toes. The soles, damp with sweat from her earlier struggles, clung to the slightly concave soles of her feet, undeniably beautiful.
"No... Chen Chunyu... please..."
Fear finally filled her face. Her frail body twisted desperately, but her hands were handcuffed to the headboard, and her delicate feet were held in my grasp. She was completely powerless to resist, her legs kicking and flailing wildly, a display of humiliation and helplessness.
My hands moved over her long thighs, then slowly raised her lower body, bringing my head close to see. Although Zhao Zhiwen couldn't see her position clearly, her legs were fixed in a shameful posture. Feeling the chill of her exposed body, she involuntarily tried to close her legs, but how could I let her have her way? I held her legs firmly, exposing her inner thighs completely to my view.
"You...you're a white tiger..."
My gaze lingered on Zhao Zhiwen's inner thighs. After teasing her for so long, I only now realized that beneath her panties lay a patch of snow-white, pinkish-white skin, without a single hair...
"Ugh...ugh...please, don't look..."
Her deeply hidden secret had been discovered, and Zhao Zhiwen's body grew hot. A romantic pink hue instantly enveloped her fair inner thighs. Her head pounded against the pillow, her hands gripping the overhead railing tightly, her expression a mixture of pain and relief.
"Now you know...let me go...a white tiger harms..."
Tears streamed down Zhao Zhiwen's face. Ever since high school, she had noticed that her genitals were different from other girls'. During high school, she never dared to shower with other girls, fearing her secret would be discovered. The custom in Luzhen was deeply ingrained: a white tiger harms. The fact that her boyfriend, whom she had been engaged to less than twenty days ago, had been killed in a car accident proved this.
This was a hidden pain in her heart, a secret she never dared to let anyone see, not even her family. But now, a man had grabbed her jade-like feet, stretching her long, snow-white thighs to their maximum extent, exposing her groin to the air, allowing him to stare at her brazenly. The only place she felt insecure about was being stared at so intently; her blood seemed to erupt like a volcano, and she instantly began to writhe violently. The handcuffs left two marks on her snow-white wrists, and in one place, blood even seeped from the friction.
Suddenly, she felt a warm breath coming from between her legs, and her body froze. She didn't understand if the man was unaware of this taboo or simply unafraid. In that moment of hesitation, my tongue attacked, gently rubbing my cheek against her groin. The smooth, silky feeling was simply wonderful! "Ugh... Wow..."
She seemed to have been struck in a fatal spot, her body completely stiffening, only her breasts rising and falling with her breath. Her snow-white skin had turned a captivating rosy pink, and the fragrant sweat seeping from her soaked her entire body, drenching a large patch of the bedsheet beneath her.
He wasn't afraid, he wasn't afraid at all! A strange voice echoed in her mind, a voice that stirred her heart, a voice that captivated her, as if the man ravaging her was the true love she had long awaited. Even a voice in her head kept telling her, give up, give up resisting. Perhaps if she missed this opportunity, where else would a man dare to be so bold, so unrestrained, conquering her without any scruples? "Haven't you always wanted to experience this? This is a passion you've never felt before." As long as she stopped struggling and let this man do as he pleased, she could be satisfied, just once...
She forcefully raised her head, looking at the man humiliating her with a complex expression. He kept staring at her body, his eyes filled with lust and tenderness... as if he treasured her body.
A fierce internal struggle raged within her, lust surging within her, her resistance growing weaker and weaker until finally, under the man's teasing tongue, she began to soften. The pleasure of being sucked and played with overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to control herself. Her thighs were wet and sticky, and a strange, stimulating sensation surged uncontrollably from within her. "
I'm such a wanton woman. Am I really going to lose the chastity I've guarded for over a decade?" she thought, filled with a strange sense of humiliation, yet also a thrill she had never experienced before. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she opened her small mouth and cried out in a coquettish yet slightly resentful tone, "Chen Chunyu... stop teasing me... I feel so uncomfortable..."
From her words, I could clearly sense the change in her mind. I quickened my teasing movements and looked up triumphantly, asking, "Director Zhao, are you uncomfortable or comfortable... tell the truth..."
Hearing my explicit question, she answered in a trembling voice, "Yes... uncomfortable... let me go..."
"Oh," I stopped, then sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to pull the blanket over her.
"You... what are you doing..."
She was stunned, unable to believe that I had stopped at this crucial moment. She suddenly fell from grace, feeling utterly disappointed. Her tone was filled with disappointment, which she herself did not even realize was full of it.
"Didn't you just tell me to stop...? You're a White Tiger, I can't risk my life..."
I said, stepping barefoot from the bed onto the floor. The cold floor chilled me to the bone. I picked up Lu Zhenzhi, which had been scattered on the floor during the fight.
"You bastard..."
Her voice was filled with resentment, her teeth clenched tightly. A deep-seated hatred spread through her heart. She had never hated this man before her like this. She only wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood. Just now, she had seen hope for the future, as if she would reach the shore of happiness in the next moment. But only three seconds later, she realized that it was just a ridiculous dream, a dream so unrealistic, like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, so far out of reach.
The man who had given her hope was now indifferent, completely disregarding the exquisite body on the bed, as if it were just a pile of rags, tossed aside lightly.
She gritted her teeth, her body trembling uncontrollably, her handsome face turning pale and purple, as if a monster was about to leap out from the depths of her heart.
I was intently examining the "Luzhen Chronicle" in my hands. It looked older than any I had ever seen. I only flipped through two pages before I was captivated: "The Zhuangyuan Pagoda, also known as the Cangxuan Pagoda, was built by Liu Feng, the monarch of the Great Han Dynasty." This confirmed what the professor surnamed Liu had said when the ancient pagoda in the county town was smoking. There were also a few annotations in traditional Chinese characters, indicating that the book had been passed down to the descendants of the Zhao family and studied. The gist of it was that historical records stated the Cangxuan Pagoda was built in 12 AD, while Liu Feng had already died in 9 BC after a failed rebellion, which was obviously impossible chronologically. Could it be that the Cangxuan Pagoda was built to commemorate Liu Feng? My head was spinning as I read this, and I couldn't help but speculate. But after reading the rest, I also felt it was impossible: if Liu Feng's death date was correct, then the only possible explanation for the construction of the Cangxuan Pagoda was to suppress Liu Feng, to use the pagoda to suppress demons.
This explanation made a lot of sense. I remembered the news I had heard in the county town that the Zhuangyuan Pagoda was to suppress demons. I continued reading, and the annotations in the book also touched upon this view: My great-grandfather believed it was built to suppress the vengeful spirit of Liu Feng, but Liu Feng was buried in Luzhen after his death, which seems contradictory. The best location for building the Cangxuan Pagoda should be Luzhen, so this theory of a suppression pagoda is wrong. Therefore, there is only one possibility: the pagoda itself was built by Liu Feng.
How could that be? I felt like I was seeing a ghost when I read this. Could it be that Liu Feng, after dying for decades, crawled out of his grave and built a pagoda?
The annotations stated: This theory seems absurd at first glance, but it is actually quite reasonable. Obviously, the construction time of the Cangxuan Pagoda cannot be wrong. Therefore, there is only one possibility: the claim that Liu Feng died in 209 BC is incorrect. Perhaps it wasn't Liu Feng who died, but a substitute, or perhaps Liu Feng's body was never even seen at the time.
There are two versions of Liu Feng's death: one is that he was killed in the chaos of battle, and the other is that he drowned after his ship was sunk by the imperial navy. There are two locations where the ship sank: one is a small riverbank near Luzhen, and the other is near the Cangxuan Pagoda.
Just as I was about to continue reading, I suddenly heard a lot of rolling around on the bed. I quickly turned around and saw Zhao Zhiwen's face was pale and she looked terrifying. "What's wrong?"
I was startled and quickly put down my book and rushed to the bedside.
Her body was trembling and sobbing under the covers. As soon as I got close to the bed, she kicked me from under the covers and yelled, "Chen Chunyu, you bastard...you coward, why don't you dare to sleep with me..." Her
snow-white legs kicked incessantly on the bed, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet night.
"What…"
Hearing her words, I thought she was out of her mind, and quickly said, "Chief Zhao, are you alright? What happened…"
"Let me go, let me go…"
She kept rolling around on the bed, and seeing the two clear blue marks left on her hands by the handcuffs, I felt a little sorry for her and said, "I'll let you go, but don't hit me again… otherwise I won't be polite…"
I believed this woman had learned her lesson and wouldn't be so reckless as to hit me again, right?
As soon as I unlocked her handcuffs, she pounced on me like a hungry tiger, pinning me down with a speed that surprised me.
This woman, just as I was about to make my move, I found her lips suddenly kissing my cheek, as eagerly as a newborn baby searching for its mother's breast.
I froze, staring at Zhao Zhiwen, completely naked, pressed against me, utterly bewildered by her actions. Her face wore a strange, urgent expression, as if the world was about to end.
"Mmm…kiss me…touch me…"
she whimpered, burying her face in my chest, her hair fluttering slightly from the force of the impact. "Are you sure…"
I asked, confused, grabbing her hand that was pulling at my belt. She pulled away and ripped open my zipper… She kissed me incessantly, her delicate hand tracing down my chest and abdomen, then slipping between my pants and grasping my already erect member. A cool sensation came from her. "Ah...so thick...ah..." Zhao Zhiwen went completely mad at this moment. She moved her jade-like hands nimbly, sometimes hard, sometimes light, instinctively pursuing her greatest pleasure. Her beautiful face, flushed with a blush, was painted with a layer of lewdness. Her charming eyes constantly radiated the flames of lust, making it hard for a man to control himself. Watching the young woman who had just been resisting now writhing between his legs, every man would feel proud. A sense of conquest slowly rose in my heart. My eyes also began to burn. I quickly took off my pants, forcefully spread her jade-like legs, and like a rainbow piercing the sun, I suddenly joined her... "Ugh..." Zhao Zhiwen was so stimulated that she arched her back and let out a long cry. Her pretty face was distorted with pain. Her pearly teeth were clenched tightly, tears were flying down her face, and her hands were tightly gripping the snow-white sheets beneath her. Even the pillow on the headboard was forcefully pulled to the ground by her. "You..." I was startled and stared blankly at the bedsheets beneath me, the pinkish blood slowly staining them. "You're still a virgin..." I found it utterly absurd. She was over thirty, a virgin in her thirties, and a beautiful woman at that. I thought I was dreaming. I tenderly kissed her sweaty forehead, gently asking, "Are you alright?" "It really hurts!" Tears streamed down her face, I couldn't tell if it was the joy of becoming a woman or the pain of having my virginity taken from her. "It feels like I've been torn in two." "Then let's not..." I said deliberately, looking at her hesitant expression. "No!" She clung to me tightly, as if afraid I would run away, and then secretly reached down to her crotch. Suddenly, she noticed her hand was covered in blood, and cried out in alarm, "Blood..." But her face immediately flushed red again, and she understood what had happened. "My beauty, let me tell you what's going on..." I buried my head in her chest, sucking and licking one of her full breasts, while simultaneously grabbing her other breast with one hand and kneading it vigorously, my lower body thrusting slightly. Under my control, her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, her hands gripping the crumpled white sheets tightly, a look of utter submission, anticipating my further penetration. "Ah," she moaned softly, tightening her embrace around my neck, her legs coiling around my waist. The pain of deflowering was overwhelmed by the rising tide of pleasure. She held me tightly, her disheveled hair plastered to her forehead, her face showing a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. As my movements became increasingly intense, her deeply furrowed brows gradually relaxed. Under my thrusts, the sensitive bud at the base of her thighs trembled slightly; Zhao Zhiwen slowly began to taste the sweetness of intimacy. A feeling she had never experienced before spread through her heart. She couldn't help but want to shout, but biting her lower lip, she could only let out rapid moans from deep in her throat. The blissful feeling was unimaginable; she didn't even know where her soul had drifted, completely abandoning shame in pursuit of supreme pleasure. Soon, the lewd moans seeped out from between her tightly closed lips. She wildly tossed her hair, her slender waist, which had been rising higher and higher, suddenly tightened, and her pink toes kicked and sank deeply into the mattress... "Ah...ah...Chen Chunyu...husband...I...can't take it anymore...ah..." With a long scream from Zhao Zhiwen, a cool liquid gushed from her inner thighs. She turned her head, biting the pillowcase tightly with her lips, and then could no longer endure the overwhelming final climax. She collapsed softly onto the bed, panting with her mouth open. Like a white fish about to suffocate on a riverbank, her eyes rolled back, her mouth wide open, panting heavily… In that instant, I felt my body shudder, a surge of heat in my lower abdomen seemingly about to burst forth. I was startled; this had never happened before. I quickly took a deep breath, suppressing my desire, secretly marveling at how extraordinary the White Tiger truly was. Luckily, my skills in bed had greatly increased after consuming the Tai Sui, otherwise I might have truly been defeated. Looking at Zhao Zhiwen lying weakly on the bed, her eyes alluring like spring water, her nose covered in fine sweat, and clear, sticky nectar flowing down her snow-white thighs, my desire intensified. I reached out and grabbed her waist, lifting her into a prone position, her long, shapely legs half-kneeling on the bed, her snow-white buttocks raised high, lying there limply, accepting my arrival in a doggy-style posture. I pressed down hard, reclaiming this beautiful woman's alluring body. In the dim light of the overhead lamp, I could clearly see her lips slightly parted in the mirror opposite her. A faint blush remained on her face from the recent climax, and her snow-white breasts bounced incessantly… Zhao Zhiwen felt wave after wave of climax coming, like the tides on a beach. One wave would crash over her, and before she could process it, an even stronger wave would surge up. She was tossed about in these surging waves, until finally her body trembled violently, and sticky, clear fluid sprayed all over the sheets… “I’m going to die…” She collapsed completely onto the bed, letting me lift her buttocks again and instructing her to spread her legs, exposing her private area between her thighs to my view. I greedily scanned her, saying, “Chief Zhao, spread your thighs a little wider! Raise your buttocks a little higher!” She buried her head in her arms in embarrassment but obeyed. She tensed her thighs, her jade-like buttocks thrusting upwards with all her might, her supple waist almost forming an arch. The bud, recently battered by wind and rain, had turned a pleasing pink, blooming vibrantly. My eyes widened, my breathing quickened, and I exclaimed, "So beautiful! Absolutely breathtaking!" "Chen Chunyu... don't look... it's so embarrassing..." Seeing me staring intently between her legs, she bent her knees in embarrassment, covering her inner thighs with her hands. But how could I let her have her way? I hadn't seen enough yet. I knelt between her legs, cupping her snow-white, round buttocks from below, and lowered my head again to kiss her pink slit... bringing her to another climax... Only then did she realize I was still not satisfied, blushing as she said, "Why are you still like this?" "Use your mouth to do it for me..." I said, grabbing her hands and placing them below. "No, you...you really know how to push your luck." She blushed and shook off my hand, but I didn't want her to back down. I had her half-lying on my lap, gently pushing her head down while my lower body pressed against her soft lips. "No...you're disgusting...I don't want to..." she struggled shyly, trying to move her body upwards. I quickly pressed her head down to prevent her from retreating. Sensing my determination, her burning lips finally parted slightly, struggling with a mixture of submission and resistance...

Zhao Zhiwen blushed crimson with embarrassment, her bewildered face a complex mix of pain and pleasure. Her dazed eyes and lewd, spread-eagle posture were already irresistible. Seeing the beautiful director, who had just been so arrogant and haughty, now lying on top of me like a submissive lamb to the slaughter, was an utterly depraved sight. For a moment, even I felt how insane this was.
"This feels so good..."
I murmured, smoothing the stray hairs from her face. My actions probably made her even more embarrassed. She stopped and looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, but as if encouraged by me, her head moved up and down faster and faster. Soon, a surge of desire spread from my heart to my limbs, my body trembled several times, blood rushed to my brain, and the muscles in my lower abdomen contracted rhythmically, a shocking pleasure pushing me to my peak...
In the end, she had no strength left, but she still awkwardly got up to get dressed and get out of bed. I asked her what was wrong, and she finally murmured, "I need to go to the toilet..."
"I'll carry you..."
I said, draping the police uniform over both of them, and then, ignoring her protests, I carried Zhao Zhiwen's half-naked body quickly to the toilet next to the corridor. At this time, there was no one on the third floor, but the lights on the first floor were still on. She was so frightened that she buried her head in my chest, not daring to look at the light downstairs. Even after I carried her into the toilet, her face was still flushed, and she whispered, "Put me down... I can do it myself..."
"It's okay... I'll help you..."
I chuckled, then parted her thighs with my hands.
"No..."
Her face flushed red and then paled, her breathing became increasingly rapid, a feeling of desire about to burst forth from her body took over her consciousness, her breathing instantly became rapid, and a painful yet stimulating groan escaped her throat.
Being held by a man in this way, the beautiful female director, who had lost her will, suddenly regained her shame, and at the same time, a very strange psychological surge spread, a very familiar feeling of excitement.
I rubbed my cheek against hers while observing the extremely embarrassed expression of the mature and beautiful woman. In this bizarre situation, it was an extremely stimulating game for anyone.
Zhao Zhiwen probably felt my burning gaze, her delicate body trembled even more violently, and soon she could no longer control herself, her body arching repeatedly, her head desperately tilting back, finally hearing a sound that even she herself was ashamed to hear...
"How can you still be a virgin with such big breasts..."
I held her, feeling a little strange, but of course, I was also overjoyed.
"What did you think she was... You're getting a bargain, you bastard! She's a virgin, and you're not happy?"
She was a martial artist after all; although she had no strength left, her spirits were exceptionally high. She still leaned against me, whispering.
"Of course I'm happy! This is happier than winning millions in the lottery! I've really struck gold!"
I said excitedly, stroking her breasts, which were covered in red welts from my ravaging.
"She's preserved them for decades, and I never imagined you, you bastard, would possess them like this. I'm so resentful..."
Seeing her somewhat disappointed expression, I quickly tried to speak, but she covered my mouth with her hand. "I didn't say I didn't want to. What are you so nervous about? You've got my body, you've had your fill of taking advantage... How about you dump your girlfriend Liu Qing and marry me?"
She looked at me with longing, as if waiting for a promise from me.
My hands froze instantly. I had never considered this. My sister-in-law's kindness and love, Liu Qing's deep affection for me—these were things I could never abandon. I had long ago resolved to protect them for life, a resolve that would never change no matter how many women came my way.
But seeing this woman who had just lost her virginity to me, I opened my mouth but couldn't bring myself to refuse. The anxiety and uncertainty women experience after losing their virginity make them desperately want to confirm if this man truly belongs to them. I believe every woman who has just become a woman experiences this thought. I didn't want to tell her the cruel truth, but I also didn't want to deceive her.
In the end, I tenderly stroked her cheek and sighed softly, saying, "I'm sorry, Sister Zhiwen, I can't agree to your request."
I felt it was cruel, but I said it anyway.
"Why..."
Her face immediately turned pale. "Do you dislike my age, my figure, or something else?"
"None of those." I suddenly sealed her lips with mine, kissing her passionately until her stiff body began to melt. I pulled her completely into my arms before speaking again. "I'm a man, and I have to take responsibility for what I've done... Whatever the reason for what happened today... it's all my fault... But I really don't know how to resolve this. You want to be my girlfriend, but do you understand me? I'm far more complex than you think..."
I didn't know how to express myself without hurting her. I frantically pulled at my hair with my left hand to clear my thoughts, but my words still lacked any rationality. "I mean... we've only met once today... and you want to be my girlfriend..."
"So you're not going to want me?"
she asked in a trembling voice.
"No, no,"
I suddenly sat up in bed, pounding my head with my hands, desperately trying to calm my chaotic thoughts. "I mean, Liu Qing, I definitely won't leave. You might as well take more time to understand me, figure out what kind of person I really am. If in the end you want...want to be with me..."
"I understand perfectly well, and I understand you too. Wasn't that Hongwu Tongbao you used to lure everyone eyeing Liu Feng's tomb out, so you could have a chance to shine later? As long as you marry me, I can secretly help you and give you all the resources controlled by the Zhao family. I believe that wealth beyond measure will allow you to do whatever you want."

In Chapter 199, amidst the woodpile, my aunt,
"Director Zhao," said this. My tone turned much colder. "Although I'm a womanizer, I've never had the intention of using my women for business. Don't mention this again."
"Why? You came to Luzhen for the treasure in Liu Feng's tomb, didn't you? Now you have such a good opportunity, why not seize it? I'll tell you, if you agree to break up with Liu Qing, I'll tell you all the secrets of our Zhao family. You should know that our Zhao family has stood in Luzhen for hundreds of years. Although we've never actually opened Liu Feng's tomb, our understanding of it is beyond your imagination." "
Is that so?"
I was unmoved. Thinking of Liu Qing and the others waiting for me at home, I had no interest in continuing the conversation. "I certainly want what's in Liu Feng's tomb, but if I get it this way, I'll despise myself for the rest of my life. It's getting late, you should get some rest. I have to go. I have things to do tomorrow."
After saying that, I tried to put on my clothes and get up to leave.
"Stop!" Zhao Zhiwen suddenly stood up naked and grabbed my hand.
"What's wrong?"
I asked, frowning.
"Are you really not going to break up with Liu Qing? What conditions do you need? Just tell me, and I'll meet them."
She seemed to be making a final effort.
I looked back at the woman, feeling a headache coming on, and also secretly annoyed at myself for not being able to control myself. Otherwise, I wouldn't have caused so much trouble. "I'll say it again, I've never thought of abandoning Xiao Qing. No matter what your conditions are, I won't agree."
"What about me? Aren't you going to leave me alone?"
she suddenly whispered.
"I..."
I stammered.
"Silly girl, I was just joking with you."
She looked up, a smile on her face masking her pain, but it didn't look like a joke at all.
"Husband?... "
I slipped into the covers and reached out to touch her, and Liu Qing became alert.
"Don't move, you're robbing me, just lie still in bed..."
I playfully slipped my hand under her pajamas, caressing her full breasts.
"Stop it, why are you so late? My sister and I waited for ages and only went to sleep when you didn't come back..."
"There are only two shifts on patrol, I just got off work." I naturally didn't mention what happened at the police station. Knowing it was late, I held Liu Qing in my arms and fell into a deep sleep. I
must have been very active last night, because I slept very soundly. I don't know when I woke up. When I got up, the yard was quiet and there was no one there. I wondered where my sister-in-law and the others had gone. I quickly finished the porridge left on the table, then wandered around the streets alone.
Before I knew it, I was on the edge of town. Then I realized I needed to relieve myself, so I looked around. The area was sparsely populated, and there were piles of firewood along the roadside. I unzipped my pants and took a quick pee.
When I turned to look around, I saw Aunt Liqin in the distance, working on a pile of corn stalks, apparently gathering some to cook. As she bent over to gather the firewood, her round, full buttocks arched back, their beautiful curves incredibly alluring.
Then I remembered I hadn't seen Aunt Liqin since I got back. A thought struck me, and seeing no one around, my lust arose. I quietly approached her.
"Auntie,"
I whispered as I got closer.
"Ah..."
Startled by the sudden sound, she turned around and, seeing it was me, asked with relief, "It's you! What are you doing here?"
She was wearing a yellow sweater and leggings that clung tightly to her thighs, emphasizing her ample hips. I felt a stirring in my lower body and unconsciously wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing against Aunt Liqin's buttocks. "Of course, I came because I saw you here, Auntie..." "What are
you doing?"
Aunt Liqin quickly turned around, blushing as she looked at me and asked in a low voice. She nervously glanced towards the main road, as if afraid of being seen by people going to the market. Actually, we were still nearly fifty meters away from the main road, separated by two haystacks; there was no way anyone could see us.
"What do you think I should do, Auntie?"
I stepped forward again and hugged her tightly, lovingly caressing her round, large, and elastic buttocks. Through her black leggings, I stroked the cleft between her buttocks, feeling the smooth, delicate skin against my skin. It felt incredibly comfortable.
"Who knows what you're up to... You've probably completely forgotten about this old woman by now," Aunt Liqin said, her face flushed and her small red lips pouting with a hint of mockery. "Now that you've moved back to Liu Jie's house, those two sisters are so beautiful and have fed you well, you wolf. You haven't even glanced at me in almost a month." "Hehe, Auntie's just talking nonsense. What do you mean by feeding me well? I'm just afraid of being discovered. You're always home alone. If I stay too long, there will be too many people talking. What if someone sees me?"
I chuckled, grabbed her stirrup pants, pulled them up, and then let go. The fabric was very elastic, and with a soft "thump," her buttocks bounced.
"An excuse? You think I don't know? You sleep with Liu Jie and her sister every night, how could you possibly think of me?"
"Who told you that nonsense?"
A thought flashed through my mind. Could it be that my affair with my sister-in-law had been discovered?
"It was Juxiang who told me. You're so heartless, not coming to see me for so long. I know I can't let you go."
At this moment, Aunt Liqin was exactly like a spoiled wife pleading with her husband, letting me slip my hand into her trousers and grope her crotch.
"Auntie, I know you care about me..."
I hugged Aunt Liqin tightly. "I care about you too, but now that I've moved back, it's really not good to go to your house without an excuse. Besides, I don't know if you'll let me go... Didn't you say when I moved back that there wouldn't be anyone bothering me now?"
"Mmm..."
Aunt Liqin felt my fingers suddenly ravage her crotch, and I could clearly feel her trembling. "Don't you know I'm being sarcastic?"
"I'm so stupid," I said, feigning a pitiful look. "Who knew Auntie would say the opposite of what she meant? I couldn't understand it at all. I was too honest and obediently thought I had angered Auntie, so I didn't dare to go to you anymore." "You're not stupid at all. You're the most cunning of all these young people, deceiving one woman after another,"
Aunt Liqin said coquettishly with a jealous look. "You say you're honest? If you were honest, how could you have gotten your hands on Auntie? And your sister-in-law Juxiang, every time you do it, she cries for her parents. Now her heart is all tied to you."
As she spoke, a faint blush appeared on her face.
"Then, Auntie, have I also made you cry for your parents? Let me check now. This time, I guarantee you'll cry for your parents too." As I spoke, I pulled down her leggings a bit, my fingers digging into her buttocks. Although there was a thin layer of fabric between them, it was still warm to the touch.
"Who's crying for their parents...you...what nonsense are you talking about..."
Aunt Liqin stammered, her voice broken by my caresses. She kept twisting her hips to avoid my fingers, but how could she escape in my arms? She could only hug my neck.
"Stop it, this is the roadside. I'll give it to you when we get back. Maotou and Chun Ning have both gone out..."
Aunt Liqin's voluptuous body struggled in my arms like a water snake. Her slippery crotch and trouser legs rubbed against my lower body. My previously docile little brother suddenly stood up and began to thrust against her inner thigh. At first, she kept her teeth tightly closed, not letting my tongue enter, but soon her restraint crumbled. My tongue plunged into her mouth, found her soft tongue, and quickly intertwined with it. We sucked on each other passionately.
"Xiaoyu, Auntie missed you so much," she said breathlessly, hugging my body.
"How much do you want it?"
I slipped my icy hand inside her sweater and began kneading her full, round breasts, as if I could feel her heartbeat.
"What do you think?" Aunt Liqin looked up at me, glaring at me resentfully. "I think about it every night, I only feel happy when you make me cry and scream. Now you understand, right?"
"It's not me you want, it's it, isn't it?"
I said, unzipping my pants and releasing my heat. Then I took Aunt Liqin's slender hand and placed it on my burning hot member.
"Ah..."
Aunt Liqin gasped softly, then quickly looked around. She saw two people walking towards her from the side of the road in the distance, still about 500 meters away.
"You bastard, you'll kill me sooner or later,"
she said, stroking herself. "It seems to be much bigger than before..."
"Does Auntie want me to kill her?"
I said, slipping my hand inside her panties, my fingers probing her cleft, gently moving in and out a few times. She was already wet inside, some of her juices even flowing down her smooth thighs onto her leggings. Luckily, the leggings were black, so only a faint water stain could be seen. "Let go quickly, people are coming..."
Before I could finish speaking, the two men moved closer, and I could see their clothes clearly.
"It's okay, they're on the road, they can't see us. There's a haystack here to block our view..."
I said, pressing her down onto the corn stalks, the golden corn stalks creaking under the weight.
Aunt Liqin groaned heavily, one hand continuing to caress my crotch as she moaned, "You little rascal, you're always embarrassing your aunt..."
I reached inside her sweater and pulled it down, revealing she was only wearing a blouse underneath, without a bra, so I easily unbuttoned it and began to vigorously knead her swollen breasts!
"Oh...you little rascal...be gentle...you're going to ruin my breasts..."
Aunt Liqin felt waves of tingling pleasure spreading from her chest throughout her body, making her pant even more heavily.
Under my forceful kneading, her breasts changed shape in various ways, the intense stimulation causing Aunt Liqin to gasp for breath! Her excited little hands gripped my heat tightly in their palms, stroking it faster and faster. Her little mouth occasionally let out seductive moans. "Chen Chunyu, carry me behind the woodpile, it's too easy for someone to see us here." I ignored her, pulling her leggings all the way down to her calves, exposing the familiar cleft between her thighs to me again, like a dark chrysanthemum blooming in autumn, faintly translucent. I pressed her feet down and lowered my head to lightly lick the smooth inner thigh!
"Ah..."
The intense stimulation made Aunt Liqin let out a soft cry. She opened her eyes and glanced at me, then immediately closed them again, blushing with embarrassment. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and a fragrant liquid flowed out...
My tongue continued to ravage her thighs, like spring water in early spring, more and more, dripping down her thighs onto the golden corn stalks, making it look even more erotic...
"Ah...ah...you little rascal...so beautiful...ah...Auntie is so beautiful..."
Her body trembled uncontrollably on the pile of corn stalks.
"Auntie, the water's rising down there...I need to send people to help with the flood control right away..."
My hand reached up, pinched the slippery flesh, and then put it in her mouth.
Aunt Liqin swallowed and spit out my fingers before shyly slapping me lightly. "You little rascal, you're just talking nonsense... Who's flooded... It's all your fault... Hmm... You... you little rascal... You're playing with your auntie to death... Ah..."
"Is that so... Then, Auntie, do you want me to hurt you...?"
Flirting is essential during intercourse, especially when teasing a middle-aged beauty to struggle beneath you, which gives you an indescribable sense of accomplishment and the pleasure of conquest.
Aunt Liqin's head swayed from side to side, her cloud-like hair cascading like a waterfall. She was overwhelmed by intense pleasure, her throat emitting chaotic moans. Her fair thighs unconsciously bent and crossed, her jade buttocks swaying as she said, "Good Chen Chunyu, don't do this... Come on..."
"Call me husband..."
I slapped her leg hard.
"Husband... good husband... don't use your fingers anymore... I'm so itchy inside..."
she moaned happily, her messy hair covered with corn leaves, which added to her charm.
Hearing my aunt utter such lewd words, I was so excited that I couldn't hold back any longer. My aunt pressed down on her body, aimed, and moved hard, then began to writhe inside her. "Ah... good husband... dear husband... harder... um... my body is melting... so good... ah... I'm so happy..."
She started by moaning slowly, but in the end she completely forgot that she was in the wild. Although she still lowered her voice, her words became several times more rapid. Fortunately, the road was wide and far away, otherwise people would have heard her soul-stirring moans!

Chapter 200 In the pile of firewood, Aunt (2)
Aunt Liqin's forbidden zone was still as tight as it had been half a year ago. This tightness greatly increased the stimulation. I grabbed Aunt Liqin's firm, glistening breasts in my hands and kneaded them incessantly, while my mouth kept sucking on her outstretched tongue.
More and more pleasure began to gather between Aunt Liqin's legs, her head was shaking violently from side to side, her two big breasts rolled and rubbed back and forth on the corn stalk pile, and her buttocks were thrusting back and forth very violently. I gripped her jade-like legs tightly and lifted them up, making the corn stalks creak and groan as I thrust into her. "Ah...husband...Auntie can't take it anymore...ah...Auntie's body is melting...ah...ah...it's coming...ah...husband...I'm coming...ah..."
Aunt Liqin suddenly thrust her buttocks upwards, her jade-like legs tightly wrapped around my waist, suspended in mid-air, her hands firmly holding my head, her fingers scratching aimlessly, her small mouth wide open, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, and she remained motionless...
My body and the base of her thighs were pressed tightly together, without a gap. In order to let Auntie enjoy the pleasure of orgasm, I held her without moving and waited for her to come back to her senses...
Gradually catching her breath, Aunt Liqin realized that I was not satisfied yet. She reached down and stroked my still bulging hot penis, gave me a charmingly glaring look, "You little rascal...you really want Auntie to die here..."
After saying that, she spread her thighs lasciviously, hooked her jade-like feet around my buttocks, and looked up at me lasciviously.
"Of course...didn't I just say...Liang...this time I'm going to make Auntie cry for her parents..."
I grabbed her waist and pounced on her like a wolf, my hips thrusting rapidly, attacking her almost frantically, as if I wanted to tear my prey apart. The sudden, violent movements caught Aunt Liqin off guard. Her hands gripped the corn stalks beside her, and she cried out incessantly, "Good husband...Auntie...I'm going to be so happy...I'm going to heaven...slow down..."
Having already reached orgasm, her face was flushed with fragrant sweat, which splashed through her wet hair with each violent thrust. Two small buds on her chest swelled and protruded with excitement, proudly standing on her breasts, their color changing from pink to deep red... Just
as I was about to thrust, I suddenly heard two voices coming from the roadside. I quickly turned around and looked out through the gap in the haystack, and was immediately shocked. It turned out that the two people who had gone to the market had come down from the road and were walking towards us.
Aunt Liqin was still swaying beneath me, and moans and groans kept escaping from her cherry-like mouth. I quickly hugged her body and said, "Auntie, get up quickly, someone is coming..."
"No, no..."
She also hurriedly sat up from the corn stalks, looking at the road in a panic as she pulled up her trousers. She saw a man and a woman pulling each other as they walked towards us, looking very panicked, not noticing that we were less than forty meters away from them.
"Quick, hide..."
Aunt Liqin pulled on her trousers and pushed me hard. The two of us hid together on the grass behind the corn stalk pile. Because there was a stack of wheat straw right opposite the corn stalks, we were hard to spot as we were sandwiched between them.
"Why are you pulling me? It'll be so embarrassing if the people at the village market see me..."
A sweet, lively voice came from not far away. Although I couldn't see her face, I could tell from her voice that she was a captivating woman.
"Everyone's busy going to the market, who would come here... We haven't done anything for over ten days... I'm almost dying of impatience... You can feel it if you don't believe me..."
A burly man's voice came from across the haystack.
"No way!" Aunt Liqin and I exchanged a glance. My ears perked up excitedly, and I thought to myself, "What a coincidence! We just happened to stumble upon something like this." Through the narrow gaps in the haystack, I closely watched what was happening on the other side of the market.
"Ah...it's already so big...look how anxious you are..."
A woman's seductive voice filled my ears, sounding somewhat delighted. Then, the figures of two people pulling and tugging finally came into view. The woman looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Although not particularly beautiful, she was dressed very stylishly. Despite the cold weather, her blouse was very low-cut, revealing most of her white, tender breasts. Her clothes were stretched taut, and two breasts were faintly visible. Her round, perky buttocks formed a beautiful curve, and a full, mature charm emanated from every part of her body. Her hand was inside the man's crotch, groping as she walked, her movements clearly showing how thirsty she was.
"You slut...would you let me into your bed if I didn't have enough..."
Then came the man's slightly smug look. He hurriedly pushed the woman onto the haystack and began to pull down her pants.
"Slow down! These pants cost over thirty yuan! What if you tear them..."
the woman complained incessantly.
"If you tear it, your husband will buy you a new one..."
The man had already unbuckled her belt, his hand already sliding down her inner thigh to the sensitive, hidden spot where her legs met, where he began to rub.
I also admired her alluring buttocks through the gap behind me. The woman's buttocks were slightly plump, gently upturned, the edge of her panties leaving an alluring mark on her full buttocks.
"Pah... you old man, your son isn't that generous. He's been working away from home for so long and hasn't sent me a single penny. I don't know how you raised such a stingy child..."
The woman's voice was full of resentment, and she seemed to have grabbed his groin hard.
"Ah... daughter-in-law, be gentle..."
The man suddenly cried out, covering his groin.
Aunt Liqin and I huddled in the small space, exchanging a glance, both of us stunned: the man was actually the woman's father-in-law, this was like a father-in-law stealing his daughter-in-law's ashes.
"I'll be a little ruthless, otherwise you old hag would dare to bully me..."
The woman still spoke in a resentful tone, but her hands became gentler.
"Alright, alright, I won't bully you anymore, okay? I'll buy you whatever you want..."
The man half-squatted behind her, spread her buttocks apart with his hands, and then kissed them, saying, "Daughter-in-law, I love your white buttocks, they're truly unique in our village..."
I tried to open my eyes wide to see more through the gap, but Aunt Liqin, her face flushed, blocked my view and whispered in my ear, "Don't look..."
I found it a little funny; I didn't expect her to be jealous at this moment.
"Get lost! You're all talk, like you've got oil on your lips. You think I don't know? You said the same thing when you climbed into your sister-in-law's bed..."
The woman's words were full of dissatisfaction, but despite her dissatisfaction, she still spread her legs and let the man move his fingers between her legs...
"My daughter-in-law is actually jealous... When we get back, she'll probably tell us we've been drinking a whole jar of vinegar... Your sister-in-law is a hypocrite... How could I dare to touch her... That day, I sneaked into her bed in the middle of the night while she had a fever... Who knew she would put a kitchen knife in the blanket and try to kill me... Do you think I would dare to touch her?"
The man's fingers kept moving in and out of her inner thighs, making a squelching sound.
"You old bastard... what do you mean? Your sister-in-law wouldn't let you into her bed, so you climbed into hers... am I really that indecent? Let me tell you, I was a virgin when I married into your family... if it weren't for your good-for-nothing son, I wouldn't have let you, you bastard, get away with it..."
The woman's body kept pressing against his head, her round, white breasts like two ripe honeydew melons, swaying back and forth.
The man raised his head, and pushed her thighs together, widening the distance between her legs to its maximum. The woman's snow-white thighs were spread wide, shamelessly exposed to the air, brazenly stared at by the man: "Tsk tsk, you still call yourself a virgin... I just climbed into your room and onto the bed and you went crazy... You almost broke my bones... Tell me, aren't you slutty...
" A crisp "slap"
rang out as the woman slapped the man's hand, then gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "You old bastard, you got what you deserved and you still act innocent! If you hadn't crawled under the covers and covered my mouth that night... I would have let you have your way... You old bastard, you slept with me and then secretly stole my underwear... I had to get up early this morning naked to find my clothes..."
"Hehe..."
The man chuckled smugly, "I call this leaving a loose end, so I don't have to worry about anything. Who knew my daughter-in-law was a treasure trove, so soft... especially those two treasures..."
His gaze swept maliciously towards her high, full breasts.
"You old lecher... I've seen through you. Just wait and see how your stubborn son deals with you when he gets back... I'm going to tell him..."
The woman's face was flushed from being touched, and she threatened defiantly.
"No... no... I'm scared of you, okay? If you really dare to tell that brat, he might just pick up a hoe and smash it over my head... At worst, I'll go back and help you farm..."
The man was probably genuinely afraid of his son, and he quickly begged for mercy.
"I don't believe your nonsense. What do you mean by helping me farm? Last time you agreed to help someone harvest corn... You ended up holding them down in the cornfield for ages... and in the end, I did it all by myself..."
The woman said angrily, bending over and bracing herself against the wall, her head bowed as she let out a soft, mournful moan. Perhaps because they were in a very unsafe place, her voice was low, "So comfortable... um... work harder..."
"You slut, you're getting horny again now..."
The man pulled one of her trouser legs down completely and ordered her, "Turn around, stick your ass out, you're already very wet down there, let me do you." He
was completely bossy.
"Go to hell, if you're so capable, go find your sister-in-law,"
the woman retorted, but she still obediently turned around, grabbed the haystack, and stuck her ass out. Her snow-white, full buttocks were fully presented to the man's eyes, her soft skin appearing smooth and delicate.
The man did not immediately launch an attack, but instead placed his hand between her thighs and gently stroked them for a while, only teasing her lightly.
"Are you going to do it or not...? It's making me so itchy."
The woman turned her head and said coquettishly, her face full of charm. "Hurry up, you know the villagers who went to the market will be back soon. If we stop on the road to relieve ourselves or something, we'll definitely run into each other..." "
Damn, this is so exciting, I'm about to get a nosebleed."
Seeing such a stimulating scene, my blood boiled, and I couldn't help but slip my hand inside Aunt Liqin's leggings. I touched her panties and found them already soaking wet; some of the fluid had even dripped onto her smooth thighs. It seemed she wasn't indifferent to the erotic scene outside.
"Auntie, let's keep going..."
I said, pulling down her leggings and pressing my body tightly against her hot back.
"No...not now...they'll definitely hear us..."
Aunt Liqin suddenly seemed to realize something, squeezing her thighs together and looking anxiously outside, afraid of disturbing the two people making love nearby.
"It's alright, they're so engrossed they won't hear us..."
I wasn't going to give up. I ignored her, my fingers continuing to move around her inner thighs, which were already becoming increasingly slippery from the previous wetness.
"Old man, you got your way again." As the man lay on his side from behind, embracing the woman's buttocks and gently thrusting, the woman gasped, "You can't touch me when I go home these next few days... My sister-in-law is coming over tonight to sew insoles for me, and if she notices anything amiss, I'll be too ashamed to show my face..."
"I know... but let's see if you can hold back..."
The man, holding the woman's buttocks, gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Get lost, every time it's you who forcibly drags me..."
The woman's body swayed like a sapling in a storm, the sounds of their movements like a symphony in the wind and rain, utterly lewd and making one's heart race.
"Mmm..."
Aunt Liqin let out a muffled groan from my sudden attack, almost losing her balance.
She glared at me angrily, her face flushed as if she were drunk. "You little rascal, you're just being silly..."
"Daughter-in-law, I'm coming out."
To our surprise, it seemed like only a few minutes later, the man let out a low growl. Before the woman in his arms could react, he was already on her back, panting heavily.
I was immediately incredulous. I had thought that the old man who could seduce my daughter-in-law must be very capable, but who knew he was just a pretty face with no substance? Yet he could manage to tame such a beautiful young woman so completely. It was truly suspicious.
"You're so amazing, you almost killed me again..."
the woman gasped and giggled.
"Of course, otherwise how could I satisfy you, you slut... I'm still got my kicks... Alright, hurry up and get ready, I'll keep watch for you on the road..."
the man said, pulling up his pants, glancing around furtively, and then quickly heading towards the main road.
"Old man, you always leave me feeling so awkward and unsatisfied." Seeing the man walk away, the woman finally squatted down, pulled out some toilet paper from her pocket, and wiped herself, muttering to herself, "If it weren't for your money, would you have let me waste my body like this... really."

Chapter 201 Discovered by Li Chun Ning...
Having just watched a passionate scene, I was naturally even more excited. Panting heavily, I reached my hand inside Aunt Li Qin's sweater from behind and firmly grasped her plump, white breasts: "Auntie... are you comfortable..."
"Comfortable... Sister-in-law Xiao Yu is so comfortable... Keep going..." Aunt Li Qin, seeing the woman walk away, uncontrollably thrust her hips back.
The sounds of "slap, slap, slap" and "squelch, squelch, squelch" blended together, creating a symphony that made one blush.
"Comfortable? If it's comfortable, why don't you call me?" I thrust my body forward forcefully.
"Yours is so long... any longer and I'll be pierced through... my little brother..." Aunt Liqin cried out even more exaggeratedly. I saw her free hand gripping the corn stalk next to her tightly. After all, a woman's strength is limited. Aunt Liqin, who had been holding on for almost half an hour, finally showed signs of exhaustion. Her waist movements became slower and slower, and soon she could no longer support herself: "Ah... Xiaoyu... Auntie... I can't take it anymore... Ah... it's coming again..." Looking at her face, which was twisted in a seductive and lewd manner, and listening to her flirtatious and wanton moans! The intense stimulation made me thrust even more wildly. "Good aunt... um... good wife... moan something exciting... for your husband to hear... oh... husband will make you feel even better..."
She did not disappoint me. She moved her slender waist almost frantically to meet my increasingly fierce thrusts. Her head swayed like a rattle drum. Her disheveled hair covered half of her delicate face, adding to her charm. The intense pleasure made her moan softly, "Ah... good husband... ah... Liqin... so good... ah... I'm... I'm coming... ah... husband... faster..."
She suddenly stopped moving, her plump buttocks writhing. At the same time, I thrust a few more times. We both reached the peak of sexual desire almost simultaneously...
I hugged her waist, took a breath, and sat down on the grass. Aunt Liqin also let out a heavy groan in response to my posture.
"Good auntie, are all the women in your Deer Town this open-minded..." I whispered in her ear, my hand already caressing her breasts... Aunt Liqin blushed instantly when she thought of the scene she had just witnessed, and whispered, "Get lost..." But she didn't object to my hands. Instead, she leaned her head slightly on my shoulder and breathed hot air into my ear, "You naughty brat, I've already given you all that and you still won't let me go. If you hadn't forced me... would I have been so shameless? I used to be a proper, virtuous wife and loving mother." Her face was still red, and she hadn't recovered from her orgasm.
"Who can blame me for being so charming, Auntie? You're such a virtuous wife and mother now..." I leered as I moved closer to her, our noses almost touching. "It's just that I'm at that age where I'm like a tiger, it's just my physical needs..."
"Get lost..." She got up and slapped me, then looked around. "Didn't you bring any toilet paper?" Her languid expression somehow reminded me of Yang Guifei after a night of passion.
"No, use this..." I said, grabbing a handful of corn husks with a smile.
"You little rascal, is this even usable?" Aunt Liqin's face flushed crimson, her eyes brimming with tears. "You've stained my trousers, it looks like this nasty thing is to blame. Let me teach it a lesson." She raised her hand high as if to hit me, but then gently lowered it.
"Auntie, go ahead and hit me, are you really willing to?" Seeing her contradictory words, I chuckled inwardly.
"You think I wouldn't dare..." she said, but didn't continue hitting. She looked around, but there was nothing to wipe herself with. Finally, she pulled up her underwear in frustration and said, "Now I'll have to change clothes again when I get back..."
"Auntie, can you help me clean up too?" I pulled her over and said.
"You do it yourself, I can't help you..."
"What do you mean you can't... can you help me with your mouth..." I tidied her messy hair and finally pressed my finger to her lips.
Aunt Liqin's pretty face turned even redder, and she pushed me away angrily, saying, "No, if you want to do it, go find Li Mei to do it yourself. I'd rather die than do something so disgusting."
I just kept pestering her with both soft and hard tactics, and soon she was aroused by my caresses and finally agreed. She said shyly, "Okay, okay, I'll help you. Teach me how." Then she placed her slender, white hand on my crotch and said, "How many women would be willing to do such disgusting and shameful things? Sigh! You're truly my nemesis." After a round of flirtatious banter, Aunt Liqin tidied her hair and buried her head between my legs. I continued to slip my hand inside her sweater and caress her breasts.
"You bastard, how could you..." She wriggled her head, feeling the heat gradually swell again, and only then did she realize something was wrong. I didn't want her to clean up at all! She pinched my thigh in embarrassment and anger, saying, "You did this on purpose... I'm not doing it anymore..."
"Now that you're on the pirate ship, there's no getting off," I pressed her head down, thrusting my body deeper. Aunt Liqin felt indescribable discomfort and hurriedly leaned back, trying to spit out the disgusting thing in her mouth, but I held her head down, unable to succeed. She could only glare at me, then obediently lowered her head, her long, black hair spreading in the air, her beautiful face turning into a lewd expression.
I also lifted her thin sweater and kneaded her erect nipples. With the rise and fall of Aunt Liqin's body, her two full breasts changed shape constantly in my hands.
Her face was flushed, her long hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders, sticky with sweat. The expression on her delicate face was a mixture of boundless pleasure and a slight furrowing of her brows, as if she were unbearably itchy. Her two large, white breasts swayed incessantly in my hands, causing her full, high-perched buttocks to sway gently in the air.
While enjoying her fiery tongue, I observed the extremely embarrassed expression on the mature and beautiful wife's face. In this open and private setting, watching a mature woman with seductive eyes revealing a wanton look, obediently serving me beneath her, was an extremely stimulating game for anyone.
Aunt Liqin felt herself gradually losing control, because she could clearly feel her breasts, which had become extremely sensitive after my training, swelling and becoming sensitive again under the constant stimulation of my large hands. A tingling sensation also arose deep inside her body. As fluid flowed from her depths, her plump thighs immediately and subconsciously clamped together tightly, completely unaware that a noticeable mark was left on her trousers...
"This is so good..." I murmured to myself, holding Aunt Liqin's breasts.
Whether encouraged by my words or because she wanted to finish quickly, with each penetration, Aunt Liqin would slightly raise her chin. Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her pair of charming phoenix eyes shone with tender and passionate light. Her face showed an expression of ecstasy, making her flushed cheeks even more alluring.
I felt Aunt Liqin's head bobbing up and down faster and faster, constantly stimulating my nerves, making me unable to stop, climbing higher and higher on the peak of desire. As waves of tingling sensation came from her, I knew I was about to climax. "Auntie... I'm coming..." I said, gripping Aunt Liqin's hair even tighter.
"Mmm..." As if responding to me, a soul-stirring moan escaped her nostrils.
"Mom..." Suddenly a voice rang out not far away, it was Li Chunning's voice. Aunt Liqin's body trembled instantly, as if she wanted to lift her head, but I held it firmly down.
"Mom, where are you... why haven't you come back yet?" Li Chun Ning's footsteps grew closer, crunching on the corn stalks...
Perhaps because I had already had sex with Li Chun Ning, I felt no tension at all. Instead, I wanted her to see Aunt Li Qin's coy expression. Stimulated by this, I felt a surge of heat in my lower abdomen, and my desire erupted... "Cough... cough..." Caught off guard, Aunt Li Qin choked, then, fearing her daughter-in-law would see, she hurriedly swallowed.
"Mom, what are you doing here... Xiao Yu... what are you doing..." Seeing this scene, Li Chun Ning's face flushed with shame and anger. Looking at that bastard half-lying there, his pants still not pulled up, and Aunt Li Qin's lips still damp, she knew exactly what had happened. She quickly turned away.
"Chun Ning, we... we just..." Aunt Li Qin's face, already red with embarrassment, became even more embarrassed. Seeing the smug expression on my face, she gritted her teeth and pinched my thigh hard.
"Ouch!" I yelled loudly, causing Li Chunning to turn around and look at us.
"What did you yell about?" Aunt Liqin's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at us.
"I'm going to get some firewood..." Li Chunning couldn't stay still any longer and quickly went to the other end.
"You're so naughty..." Aunt Liqin glared at me, stood up, straightened herself up, and then walked shyly to Li Chunning.
I smiled wryly as I put on my pants, but felt a little smug inside. When I got to them, the two women snorted coldly in unison. I reached out to help, but Li Chunning shooed me away with a cold face.
"Mom, really, how could you let him act so recklessly, without any regard for the occasion? Luckily, it was me who came today. What if someone else had come to get firewood and found out?" Li Chunning muttered a complaint under her breath as she watched Chen Chunyu walk away.
"I... I didn't agree at first... but... I couldn't help myself as we went along..." Despite being scolded by a junior, Aunt Liqin didn't feel awkward at all; instead, she spoke with a hint of frankness.
"But we can't let him mess around like that..." As Li Chunning spoke, she thought of the day Chen Chunyu locked her under the table and played with her wantonly, and felt a surge of heat in her body, her face beginning to flush. However, Aunt Liqin kept her head down and didn't notice her unusual behavior.
The two quickly gathered the firewood. Aunt Liqin had just turned around when Li Chunning noticed the marks on her trousers and hurriedly said, "Mom, wait a minute, quickly cover your trousers..."
"What?" Aunt Liqin looked at her trousers, puzzled, and her face immediately turned bright red. Several large patches of dust were clearly visible on her newly changed trousers. She quickly grabbed the rope from Li Chunning and said, "I'll carry the firewood..."
All the way home, she felt a chill in her lower body. Every greeting she received seemed to have a hidden meaning, as if her shameful secret had been discovered. So she walked very fast. Upon arriving home, she threw the firewood in the yard, then rushed into the bedroom, grabbed a change of clothes, washed herself in the bathroom, and only then came out feeling relieved.
Seeing Li Chunning busy in the kitchen, she quickly said in a flattering tone, "Chunning, let me do it, you rest..."
"Mom, it's alright, you've been working hard all day, you should rest for a while." Although Li Chunning said she should rest, Aunt Liqin could easily hear the slight sarcasm in her tone.
Being discovered by her daughter-in-law time and time again for her infidelity made her extremely embarrassed, but she didn't regret it. Although Chen Chunyu was a philanderer, she could feel his genuine affection for her, especially after their whispered conversation that afternoon, which had already made her give him her whole heart. So, although she felt somewhat ashamed and angry this time, there was also a touch of sweetness.
"I...I'm fine, let me do it." She quickly grabbed the firewood from Li Chunning's hand and put it into the stove. The roaring flames made their faces burn.
"It's not that I'm being nosy, but Mom really needs to be more careful in the future," Li Chunning said again. She was not only annoyed but also a little jealous. She thought to herself that that bastard couldn't control himself at all. She had already given in to him ridiculously enough, but who knew that he would even take advantage of her... If she knew that her aunt had also been taken advantage of, she didn't know what she would think.
"I know..." Aunt Liqin agreed, then turned her head and stopped talking.
Li Chunning opened her mouth as if to say something, but suddenly noticed her shoulders trembling and making faint sobs. She realized that Aunt Liqin was crying. She called out in a panic, "Mom, don't be like this... I was just saying it casually, don't take it to heart..."
"I know..." Aunt Liqin wiped away her tears and forced a smile. "I know you mean well, but Mom just can't control herself... Don't laugh at me, but since I met Chen Chunyu, I feel like I'm several years younger, and I have energy for everything..."
"Mom..." Li Chunning didn't know how to persuade her. She knew that Aunt Liqin was probably just like her, unable to leave that bastard.

Chapter 202 A Secret Encounter on Campus
Whether the police intelligence was wrong or the fugitives were hiding too well, we patrolled day and night for several days without seeing anything. In fact, Chief Jiang returned the next day, and I never saw Zhao Zhiwen at the police station again; she was probably avoiding me.
Although we didn't see the fugitives these past few days, we'd thrown the whole town into chaos. Everyone was panicking, constantly asking around, and the rumors were spreading like wildfire. Eventually, it became a story that dozens of ruthless fugitives had come from the coast to rob people, and even the police were afraid to mess with them. This was both ridiculous and frustrating, and in the end, we had to post a notice in every village to calm the public.
Actually, I was a little scared too, because the school principal was away on a business trip, and the evening study hall duty had fallen to Liu Qing these past few days. I was worried, so I arranged to pick her up during my evening duty.
I followed the team on duty for a while, and seeing that there was nothing going on, I said goodbye and headed towards the school.
Because there was nothing of value in the school besides desks, there was no one assigned to guard the gate, although the principal and his wife lived inside.
I found Liu Qing's classroom and peered inside through the front and back doors. The classroom was quiet, with students all hunched over their desks doing their homework.
Liu Qing was pacing back and forth in the aisle, ready to answer any questions from the students. Today she was wearing a pink, tight-fitting sweater that accentuated her full, firm breasts, making one want to grab them. She paired it with a pure black knee-length skirt that covered her rounded buttocks completely, and gray thermal tights, with cream-colored high-heeled mid-calf boots on her feet. It was clear she had dressed up carefully.
I was peeking through the doorway when I saw Liu Qing looking in my direction. Her face flushed slightly, and she called out, "Everyone, keep working on your problems. Try to finish this unit's exercises tonight."
Then she quietly slipped out the back door and followed me to a spot where the students couldn't see her. She whispered, "Why are you here so early? Didn't I say class didn't end until 9:30?"
Seeing Liu Qing's round buttocks encased in her black skirt, I couldn't contain myself. I looked around; the vast campus was deserted. I took a step forward and placed my hand on her buttocks. My palm was filled with her warm, plump flesh. Even through the two layers of fabric, the smoothness and the trembling sensation were incredibly wonderful.
"You know why I came so early? Of course, it's because I missed you, my wife,"
I said, grabbing her soft, plump buttocks as a newlywed, wanton caressing and kneading them...
"You're going to die... let go..."
Liu Qing was both ashamed and scared, her eyes darting nervously around her, her soft body struggling desperately. They were on campus, and someone could walk by at any moment. "No... don't do this, how can you be so bold? What if the students see us..."
"Then I'll say I'm talking to your teacher Liu about work... your teacher Liu is itchy here, let me scratch it..."
My large hands caressed her soft, smooth, plump buttocks inch by inch through her skirt. Although Liu Qing struggled desperately, she could only twist her body, and it was no use.
"You're talking nonsense!" Liu Qing's pretty face flushed red, but she stopped shouting. "Stop messing around, I have to go to class. If you keep bothering me, how am I supposed to teach?"
"Then what am I supposed to do, coming all this way to see you so early..."
My hand groped around her waist, unfastening the belt of her skirt. I slipped my two thumbs inside her waist, pressing my palm down, and slipped them between her pantyhose and underwear. My hand grasped her smooth, plump, snow-white buttocks, squeezing and kneading them, changing their shape under my palm.
"You came to see me, or you came to mess around. What do you mean, 'what am I supposed to do'? Just let it be!"
After saying that, Liu Qing couldn't help but laugh at her own words.
"Is that Teacher Liu?"
At this moment, a woman's voice rang out not far from us.
"Ah, it's Teacher Guo." Liu Qing was startled, frowning slightly in the darkness, but she didn't make a sound. She subtly twisted her hips, her meaning clear: she wanted me to pull my hand away.
"Ms. Guo has class tonight too?"
I recognized this woman; she teaches Chinese and has been here for two years, usually living at the school. Although she's unmarried, her every move exudes the charm of a mature woman, clearly indicating she's no longer a virgin.
"Yes, you're here to pick up Ms. Liu, right?"
She looked at me and deliberately gave Liu Qing a meaningful smile, obviously amused by our intimacy. Actually, because I was on patrol wearing a coat, it looked like my arm was only around her waist.
"Yeah, I'm early, hehe." Liu Qing also looked shyly at Ms. Guo staring at her, then awkwardly looked away, only able to push me away, hoping to escape the embarrassment quickly.
"Wife, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Ms. Guo wanted to talk to you just now..."
I said with a smile, putting my arm around her waist.
"You dare say that? Wasn't it you who did that?"
Liu Qing pinched my hand hard in the darkness.
"Hey, no, honey, be gentle... This is a school, teachers can't punish people physically," I quickly pleaded in a low voice.
"Now you know this is a school, why didn't you say so earlier?" She pinched me again before saying worriedly, "Teacher Guo is very observant, don't let her find out anything's wrong." We walked half-embracing each other to three tiled houses on the other side of the school. These were the teachers' usual offices: one was for the Chinese language teaching and research group, another for the math teaching and research group, and the last one was the sports equipment room.
"Are you on duty alone tonight?"
I asked, looking at the slightly messy room.
"Yeah, there's another class having evening self-study for Chinese. Our two classes are scheduled separately."
Liu Qing shook the thermos behind the door and said, "There's still half a thermos of hot water left, do you want some?"
"I'm not thirsty right now, just a little hungry."
I waved my hand at her.
"Hungry? Didn't you eat well tonight?" Liu Qing looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Yes, I'm still starving," I said, pulling her hand and letting Liu Qing sit on my lap. I pressed my already swollen, hot erection against her stomach; even a fool could feel my heat.
"No...no...husband,"
Liu Qing's body went limp, nestled softly in my arms, her face flushed like the sunset. She whispered, "This is at school...it's not okay...the students might cause trouble later..."
"Hehe, wife, what's the problem? We'll close the door; they won't know outside. Besides, this is more exciting. We've never done this at school before..."
My mind was completely filled with desire; I even wanted to conquer Liu Qing in the classroom after school.
I held Liu Qing tightly, my hand slipping inside her sweater's collar. I pushed aside her bra and grasped her firm, full breasts.
"No...husband...we'll do it when we get back...you can do whatever you want." From Liu Qing's trembling voice, I could tell she was gradually giving in. In fact, after spending this time with her sister-in-law, she was no longer averse to my advances, but her innate shyness still gave her a captivating allure of feigned resistance, and she was also somewhat afraid in this new space.
"No, wife, I want to do it here, I can't wait."
I continued caressing her, my hand already lifting her skirt and reaching between her thighs, rubbing Liu Qing's sensitive, delicate clitoris through her pantyhose. Liu Qing hesitated and shook her head, saying, "No, this is school. What would it look like if the teachers saw us?"
"Then can I kiss your lips and touch you?"
I whispered in her ear, my hand already stroking Liu Qing's smooth thigh covered by pantyhose, while probing deeper... Her face flushed instantly. It was the first time she had heard such cheesy words, and she was a little uncomfortable, softly spitting out, "Go away..."
But she didn't object anymore, leaning softly against my chest, letting my hand caress the soft spot at the base of her thighs.
Seeing that Liu Qing was no longer resisting, I moved down and kissed her tender red lips, greedily sucking her sweet saliva. After a few kisses, I looked up and exclaimed, "Wife, you smell so good, I never tire of kissing you!" My hands were not idle either, and went straight to her breasts. Liu Qing's breasts were full, round, and elastic. I grasped a bud, gently kneading it, and looked up tenderly, praising, "My wife seems even bigger and firmer now, several sizes better than your sister-in-law's."
Liu Qing blushed instantly at my teasing, her flawless white skin turning pink. She twisted her hips, coquettishly protesting, "You naughty husband, you're just talking nonsense. Why don't you dare say it to my sister..."
"Hehe," seeing her watery eyes filled with pleading desire, I couldn't help but pinch her snow-white breast, then leaned close to her reddened ear and whispered teasingly, "I'll say it, but you're not as good as your sister-in-law in bed. You always call for your sister to come and help me..."
"You're so naughty, don't say that..."
She turned around and silenced my words with her lips, actively sticking out her fragrant tongue to suckle.
My heart fluttered, and while kissing her face, I continued to caress her smooth, warm inner thighs. My increasingly unrestrained caresses made me feel her body tremble slightly. I gradually increased the pressure, slipping my hand under her skirt to her crotch, teasingly stroking her smooth skin…
Suddenly, I increased the pressure, my fingers pinching her hard. “Ah…you…you’re so bad!” Liu Qing cried out in shame, her face turning even redder, her hands pounding against my chest. But I grabbed her hand and guided it to my crotch. Upon touching my erection, Liu Qing’s hand trembled slightly, trying to pull back, but I held it down. She struggled briefly, then finally released her hand and began to caress her through my pants.
“Wife, what should I do when I want you?”
My fingers pressed gently against the center of Liu Qing’s panties through her stockings. Her legs clamped my hand slightly, trembling slightly. My fingers could already feel the wetness and heat of Liu Qing's lower body. After a while, her body began to tremble slightly, and her breathing was almost a moan, but her tone was unusually firm, "No, this is the office. Teacher Guo and the others might come and go at any time. They also have keys. What if we knock and they come in if we don't answer?"
Seeing my frustrated look, she kissed my cheek apologetically and pleaded, "Honey, don't be angry. At worst, I'll let them do whatever they want when they get home, okay?"
Being a novice in sex, she was quite willing to do it.
"With your mouth too?"
My eyes widened as I stared at her hot, luscious red lips. In fact, I had asked her several times, but she hadn't done it to me, and I hadn't forced her. It would be a waste not to take advantage of such a good opportunity tonight.
"No... except for this..."
Her face turned even redder. Although she was very resistant, she was a little jealous when she saw her sister do it with her mouth that night, and I looked so satisfied. She pressed Liu Jie's head down forcefully.
"Then I want you now..."
I almost shamelessly teased her body with my fingers, pleading, "Good wife, just say yes this once,"
then I whispered in her ear, "You've never refused me when I want you. That day in the office, Li Chun Ning was out, and you even gave me oral sex..." "
Really...you guys are so...so ridiculous..."
Liu Qing, hearing that her sister had done this, clearly felt a bit competitive, her face turning even redder, and she stammered, "That's so embarrassing..."
"Male-female love is perfectly normal, what's wrong with that...why don't we try it here too?"
Seeing that Liu Qing's refusal wasn't quite complete, I tried to make a request.
"No...what if someone sees us?"
Liu Qing's face flushed red, and her breathing became heavy.
"How could that be... We're not taking off our clothes, we'll be right back if someone knocks..."
I knew I couldn't miss this opportunity, so while she hesitated, I pushed her to her feet, then moved the homework on the table to the side, plopped down on it, and unzipped my pants facing her...
"Really, no..."
Her face was as red as if it could drip water. Faced with my combination of soft and hard tactics, she couldn't refuse at all. When I grabbed her small hand and placed it on my crotch, she was startled and tried to pull away, glancing nervously at the window, afraid a head might peek out.
Actually, the window was tightly closed and covered with a layer of People's Daily newspaper, so you couldn't see anything at all. Liu Qing was sitting on the chair, very close to my legs, shyly looking at my crotch.
I sat facing her on the table, gently brushing away a few stray strands of hair from her forehead, tucking them behind her ears. As my fingers traced the outer edge of her flushed, full lips, she turned her head away, unable to look at me. Her red, alluring, full lips, vibrant and tempting, outlined a sexy, alluring cherry-like mouth. Her tongue instinctively licked her moist lips, igniting my desire. I cupped the back of her head with my large hand and slowly pressed down.
"I don't want to... don't come here... I don't want to be here," Liu Qing struggled, her beautiful face flushed, a picture of delicate, pitiful charm.
When she slowly placed her hands on my thighs, it was as if she were struggling in a vortex of desire and chastity. Shyly, she closed her eyes, unable to look at me. I slipped my hands under her armpits and placed them on her soft breasts, kneading them against her sweater.
Besides nervousness and a slight fear, she felt an instinctive, unusual excitement deep inside. Every pore on her body seemed to stand on end, every nerve taut, and her breasts incredibly sensitive. Her heart pounded wildly, as if it would leap out of her throat at any moment. Her fingers involuntarily gripped my pants, and she parted her red lips, extending her tongue to tentatively brush against them.
"Hoo..."
I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if I were flying.
"Hmm..."
Just then, I heard a soft panting sound outside the window. Though faint, I heard it clearly. I focused, and heard two slightly hurried sounds coming from the window again.

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