Siam Love Affair

Chapter 1

The plane skimmed the horizon and landed at Bangkok's Don Mueang International Airport.

"Wow, Yanni, we're finally in Thailand!" Song Yanni's friend, Jin Yue, exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, we're here. Calm down a bit, can't you see people pointing and whispering about us?" Song Yanni said helplessly. Her friend was acting crazy; she didn't seem like a mother of an eight-year-old at all.

"Let them watch! Just thinking about finally not having to take care of the child every day and not having to do housework makes me so happy, it's great!" "Having a child, isn't that good?" Song Yanni didn't understand. Wasn't a child a bond of love between husband and wife?

Her friend Jin Yue was simply ungrateful, while she herself had wanted a child but had been unable to conceive.

"Sigh, you don't know, I never want to get up in the middle of the night to feed him and change his diapers again. It's a nightmare. But watching him grow up is indeed a very touching process." "..." Song Yanni was speechless.

Knowing her friend was probably thinking about the child again, Jin Yue quickly said, "Okay, let's not worry about those unhappy things. Let's relax in Thailand these next few days. Come on, let's go back to the hotel to drop off our luggage before we go out and have some fun." With that, she took Song Yanni's hand and got into a taxi, then transferred to a small boat to reach the hotel. After

about half an hour's journey, they arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel Bangkok. After checking in at the lobby, they took their room keys and let the hotel staff bring their luggage to their room.

"Welcome to Bangkok, have a great time," a hotel staff member said in fluent Chinese.

"Thank you," Song Yanni said, leaving a tip.

The staff member took the tip and left, and Song Yanni closed the door.

"Yanni, look!" As soon as she closed the door, she saw Jin Yue exclaiming in amazement by the window.

"What is it?" Song Yanni went closer to the window; it was beautiful.

"So beautiful!" It turned out that the Shangri-La Hotel Bangkok was a tropical-style palace built on the Chao Phraya River.

The sun was setting, casting a soft orange glow on the shimmering Chao Phraya River. Watching the small boats come and go, one could tell the Thais really knew how to enjoy life.

"Yes, it's so beautiful." She wished she could live here forever, without any worries.

The two watched the Chao Phraya River at sunset from the window for a while, then Jin Yue, unable to sit still, suggested they go out.

"Where should we go?" Song Yanni was still clearly captivated by the tranquil river.

"Let's go to a spa! Thai massages are so famous. After such a long flight, let's relax. Come on, let's go!" She grabbed her backpack and pulled Song Yanni outside.

"Hey, wait a minute, let me grab my bag!" She hurriedly grabbed her handbag, only to be pulled away by her friend.

In the taxi, Jin Yue chattered on and on, introducing the place to Song Yanni. Having been to Thailand before, Jin Yue naturally became their guide.

"We're here! Come on, this Thai massage place is amazing!" After paying the fare and giving a tip,

Song Yanni looked at the huge signboard. "Mysterious," she thought, "this place has such a strange name."

Before Song Yanni could even take a few more glances, Jin Yue pulled her inside.

The shop was decorated in a rich traditional Thai style, and the waitresses all wore beautiful long skirts.

"Welcome to Mi Se," said a sweet-smiling Thai beauty.

"Um, I'd like an aromatherapy massage, Yanni, what about you?" Jin Yue made her choice with practiced ease, as it wasn't her first time.

"Oh, the same goes for me," she replied, having never been before.

"Please wait a moment,"

a waiter led the two to separate cubicles, each decorated in a distinctly Thai style, with soothing aromatherapy candles burning by the bedside.

"Please change into this," the waiter said, handing a towel to the woman before leaving.

Taking the towel, Song Yanni blushed; she was actually being asked to wear this! She took off her clothes, wrapped herself in the towel, and lay face down on the massage bed, inhaling the pleasant aromatherapy, and closed her eyes contentedly.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a muscular man, shirtless, walked in.

☆, Chapter Two

The sound of the door opening startled Song Yanni, who was resting with her eyes closed. Seeing that it was a man who had entered, shirtless, and despite his impressive physique, Song Yanni, realizing she was only wearing a bathrobe, quickly grabbed a nearby towel to wrap herself up and assumed a defensive stance.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Miss, I'm a masseur here, my name is Vincent," the man introduced himself politely, looking at the woman with amusement.

"You, you're a man?" Was he going to give her a massage?

"Miss, I know I'm a man." Did she look anything but manly?

"I, I mean, you give me…" a massage.

"Miss, you don't know that this place's specialty is that all the masseuses are men?" A new customer?

"I, I…" This Jin Yue, she was furious.

"Miss, my technique is very good," he said, taking a few steps forward.

"Stop…stop!" Song Yanni cried out, trying to stop him.

The man didn't speak, only raising an eyebrow at the woman.

"I, I don't want to be massaged anymore." How could she let a strange man touch her body?

"Miss, if you cancel my appointment, my boss will punish me." The handsome, sunny man suddenly became pitiful. He was very interested in this woman who was clearly a little white rabbit but was pretending to be a wildcat, so he didn't mind playing the victim.

"You, how old are you?" The man in front of her didn't seem very old.

"I'm eighteen years old this year." This was true, no lying.

"Ah? Only eighteen years old? Don't you have to go to school?" Song Yanni was shocked.

"Oh, no." Because school was on holiday.

"How pitiful, so you're working?"

"Um, yes." Working for myself counts.

"Well, how about this, I don't need you to massage me, how about we chat? That way you won't get punished by your boss." "Okay." Perfect.

After talking, Song Yanni learned that Vincent was of Thai-Chinese descent, and his Chinese name was Liang Haochen.

His father was Thai, his mother was Chinese, his parents lived in Chiang Mai, and he worked in Bangkok. Liang Haochen learned from his conversation with the woman that her name was Song Yanni, she was thirty-six years old, and a married woman. Liang Haochen was somewhat surprised; her skin was so good for thirty-six, she didn't look it at all. However, Liang Haochen was also a little disappointed; so she had a husband, then he had no chance. But the sharp-eyed Liang Haochen noticed that the woman's expression was somber when they talked about her husband, it seemed that her married life was not happy, so did he still have a chance?!

Liang Haochen decided to take the initiative, and he struck while the iron was hot, saying to the woman, "How about this, it's fate that we met, I'll be your free tour guide and take you sightseeing, there are many good places to visit in Bangkok." "Ah? You don't need to work?" At this moment, Song Yanni didn't consider that he was a strange man from a foreign country, but completely regarded him as a hardworking student.

"Is it fake? Wait for me!" he said, and dashed out.

Song Yanni shook her head, amused, and picked up her clothes to put them on. Just as she finished putting on her underwear and was about to put on her bra after untying her towel, Liang Haochen swaggered in.

"You can go now," he said, then froze when he saw the woman covering her breasts with her hands. "Her breasts are huge," Liang Haochen thought.

"You, why didn't you knock?" Song Yanni was furious.

"I, I didn't know you were getting dressed," Liang Haochen said, sounding a little aggrieved.

Seeing the aggrieved young man, Song Yanni knew she was partly to blame, so she apologized, "I'm sorry, I was too loud." "It's okay, I was wrong too, I should have knocked." Luckily, she hadn't knocked, or she wouldn't have seen that beautiful sight. Thinking of the woman's beautiful breasts covered by her hands, her slender arms barely concealing her pert nipples, the wonderful shadows, the alluring cleavage, it was all so suggestive. Ugh, I can't think about it anymore, I'm going to get a nosebleed.

"Then, you, turn around, I need to get dressed." Ugh, why are you staring at my chest?

"Oh, okay." She turned around blankly.

After a rustling sound, "Let's go." Liang Haochen turned around and saw the woman dressed, clicked his tongue, and felt a little regretful.

"Okay."

Song Yanni left a message for Jin Yue at the counter saying she was leaving first, and then went for a night out in Bangkok with the man.

☆, Chapter 3

That night, the two of them strolled around Bangkok's famous ashok night market, ate many famous traditional Bangkok snacks, and admired the handmade trinkets made by skillful Bangkok artisans. The two of them wandered from one end of ashok to the other. When it was time to go back, Song Yanni was a little reluctant to leave. Until finally, seeing that it was getting late, Song Yanni reluctantly let the man take her back to the hotel. At the hotel entrance, the two agreed to visit the incredibly efficacious Four-Faced Buddha the next day, watching Liang Haochen wave goodbye as he left.

Recalling her nighttime stroll with that sunny young man, Song Yanni felt a little excited, and thinking about tomorrow's date, she felt a little expectant as she floated into the elevator. Back in her room, she saw her friend looking at her with a resentful expression.

"Yanni, how could you leave me behind to go out and have fun alone?" A woman in her thirties lay on the bed, pouting and complaining.

"Why didn't you tell me that the special feature of Misty is that all the masseuses are men?" Thinking of that boy, Song Yanni blushed.

"Hehe, just a surprise for you." Handsome men, muscular men, it's hard to tell the difference.

"..." Was it a shock?

"By the way, where should we go tomorrow?" Jin Yue lay on the bed, flipping through the map in her hand.

"Tomorrow we'll visit the Four-Faced Buddha." Going with Liang Haochen, she was actually quite looking forward to it.

"Huh? Okay." Actually, she preferred shopping at Naraya.

"I'm going to take a shower." She and the man had been out for a long time and she was sweating a lot.

"Okay." Jin Yue was left alone, rolling around on the bed.

Ring ring ring .

"Hello? What? I'm coming back right away." She didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but after hanging up, Jin Yue hurriedly got dressed

. Song Yanni, who had just finished showering, saw her friend dressed and packing her luggage.

"What's wrong?" Song Yanni asked anxiously.

"Fanfan is sick, I have to go back right away. Yanni, will you come back with me?" She quickly packed her luggage.

"I... I want to stay a few more days." She was reluctant to leave Bangkok, and also, somewhat reluctant to leave that big boy.

"Ah, okay, then hire a tour guide and let him show you around. I'm so sorry, I have to go first." Jin Yue felt a little apologetic; she was the one who encouraged Yanni to come on vacation with her, but now she was the one leaving first.

"Jin Yue, what are you saying? Go on, I'm fine." Hire a tour guide? She already had a free tour guide.

"Okay, then, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself," she said, holding her friend's hand with concern.

"I know, I'm almost forty, not a child anymore. Don't nag, go on," she smiled at her friend.

After saying goodbye, Jin Yue returned to China first.

The next morning, Song Yanni changed her clothes and had breakfast. As soon as she arrived at the hotel lobby, she saw Liang Haochen, dressed in a white t-shirt, shorts, and white sneakers, leaning lazily against a marble pillar, radiant in the sunlight.

"Good morning~" He had missed this woman he'd only met a few times in just one night.

"Good morning~" She returned a bright smile without hesitation.

"Let's go." "Okay."

The two walked together in the morning light, their silhouettes serene and beautiful.

☆, Chapter Four

Arriving at the Four-Faced Buddha, Song Yanni prayed devoutly, closing her eyes to make a wish.

Liang Haochen also closed his eyes and made a wish.

"What did you wish for?" Liang Haochen asked the woman.

"I won't tell you." Was he supposed to tell him he wished for a child?

"Stingy," she pouted childishly.

Song Yanni found it amusing and asked, "Then what did you wish for?" "I still won't tell you." Actually, he really wanted to tell the woman what he wished for—that he wanted to be with her forever.

"Then you're stingy too," Song Yanni replied with a touch of arrogance. Being around men, under Liang Haochen's guidance, she seemed to have become much younger.

"Then let's not tell each other, and wait until the day our wishes come true, okay?" He was confident he could make their wishes come true.

"Okay." She just didn't know where he would be then.

"Let's go, let's take a boat to the floating market." He casually took the woman's hand, smiling at her.

Song Yanni looked at her hand being held, surprisingly not pulling away. She looked up at the tall boy in the backlight, dazzling like the sun. The woman smiled slightly, instantly captivating everyone.

Song Yanni sat on the boat, enjoying the leisurely ride through the bustling market. The sounds of a foreign language, though incomprehensible, filled her ears, and the surrounding scenery exuded a rich exotic atmosphere. At that moment, Song Yanni was filled with envy for the locals' love and enjoyment of life; she wanted to live there. "

You stand on the bridge admiring the scenery, while others admire you from their windows." Song Yanni was unaware that she herself had become part of this scenery, her image reflected in Liang Haochen's heart.

Liang Haochen didn't show much interest in the scenery he saw every day; instead, he looked at the woman beside him, lost in the beauty of the view. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, touching the softest part of his heart.

Song Yanni's seven-day vacation is almost over, with only one day left. These past few days, her boyfriend has taken her to the Simlung Night Market, the romantic Moonbar, a boat trip to the floating market, and they've visited the Erawan Shrine, where she made a wish… Thinking that tomorrow is the last day of her vacation, Song Yanni feels a pang of reluctance. She doesn't know if she'll miss the enchanting city of Bangkok or the handsome, sunny young man.

"Where should we go today?" Only one day left.

"We're flying to Phuket. How can we come to Thailand and not go there?" He knew the woman would be returning home early the next morning, and tomorrow would be their last meeting; they didn't know when they would see each other again. He smiled, didn't say anything, and took the woman's hand.

☆ Chapter Five

That day, the two boarded a plane. About an hour later, they arrived at the enchanting island of Phuket.

Song Yanni, wearing a pure white dress, was barefoot, and Liang Haochen, also barefoot and shirtless, displaying his muscular physique, chased and played like children on the beach, collecting seashells. She was held in the man's arms as they chased the waves, laughing loudly.

As night fell, the two, tired from playing, strolled hand in hand on the fine sand. Neither of them spoke, they just kept walking, holding hands.

For lovers, even without saying or doing anything, time still passes quickly. Seeing that it was already dark, and considering how much fun they had had that day, she must be exhausted. Thinking about her flight the next morning, Liang Haochen decided that, no matter how reluctant he was, he should take her back to the hotel they had booked in Phuket.

"Would you like to come in and sit for a bit?" Song Yanni said. She didn't know what she was doing, but she felt a strange sense of anticipation.

"...Okay,"

Song Yanni handed the man a glass of red wine. Neither of them spoke, they simply sat quietly on the sofa, heads bowed, sipping their wine. Inadvertently, she looked up and saw that he was also looking at her with deep affection. Slowly, their bodies drew closer, their cheeks touching, until they could feel each other's hot breath on their cheeks.

One of their lips pressed against the other's, and they were locked in a passionate kiss on the sofa.

Liang Haochen picked the woman up in a princess carry and gently placed her on the bed. His kisses landed on her forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck, leaving a trail of wet, slippery kisses.

"Mmm~" she murmured, tilting her head back, accepting the man's love.

"Is it alright, Yan Ni?" Since he loved her, he should ask for her consent.

Song Yan Ni didn't speak, but simply pulled the man's head down and kissed his lips in return.

Delighted by the woman's initiative, Liang Haochen knew she loved him too.

Knowing this, Liang Haochen was already consumed by lust, transforming into a beast. He forcefully tore open the woman's long dress, kissing her lips while his large hands caressed her full breasts.

"Ah..."

Liang Haochen's lips roamed freely between hers, greedily and domineeringly entwining her tongue, their tongues sucking and exchanging saliva. His

restless hands kneaded her full breasts, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, arbitrarily shaping them into various suggestive forms.

"Mmm...uh..." Her weak hands climbed onto the man's strong arms.

Liang Haochen finally released the woman's swollen, red lips, licking her delicate white neck, leaving a trail of red marks.

"Ah... Liang, Haochen," she writhed restlessly.

"Good girl, call me Chen, baby," he stroked her flushed face.

"Mmm, Chen, Chen, I'm so hot," she writhed unconsciously, her hands naturally climbing onto the man's neck.

"Baby, good girl, you won't be hot in a bit."

☆, Chapter Six (Caution!)

Unhooking the woman's bra, Song Yanni's tender, full breasts broke free, displayed freely before the man's eyes. Although Song Yanni was nearly forty, she was well-maintained, her full breasts still as pink and tender as a young girl's. Looking at the beautiful sight before him, Liang Haochen uncontrollably kneaded the cherries blooming on her snow-white breasts.

"Ah..."

"Baby, your nipples are so beautiful, the tips are so perky and pink, like cherries." A mischievous hand rubbed the sensitive nipples.

"Mmm, Chen, I want it."

"Baby, what do you want, hmm?" He tugged at the already hard, engorged nipples that had been played with.

"Ah, yes, Chen, suck it." So embarrassing.

"Want Chen to suck what?" His nimble tongue mischievously circled around her snowy breasts, teasing the rosy areolas, but leaving the perky nipples isolated.

"Mmm, suck, suck it, my nipples, ah, so swollen."

"Swelling, could it be that you're engorged with milk? Then I'll have to suck it properly." He lightly licked the pitiful nipple, then sucked hard on the tempting cherry, his pearly teeth gently biting and pulling.

"Ah ah ah!" She pressed the man's head against her honeyed breasts, thrusting her chest out, wanting more.

"Hmm, there's no milk, baby, you're lying to me." Liang Haochen lightly bit the woman's nipple as if punishing her.

"Ah...no, no."

"How can there be no milk? Baby said it was full, that's why I let you suckle."

Song Yanni blushed and stammered, "I, I don't, I don't have any milk." "Why don't you have any? I want to drink." He continued to suckle vigorously, as if he really wanted to suck milk from the woman's nipple.

"Ah, ya, only, only when you're pregnant, um, will you have milk." How could she have any

? "Is that so? Then baby, it'll be good if you get pregnant with my child." Killing two birds with one stone.

"Hmm, no, no, ah, there, don't." She had already betrayed her husband, how could she, with someone else, have a child?

"Why?" His tongue licked and poked at the woman's navel.

"Ah, I, I have a husband."

"Your husband is me, quick, call me husband." He came to the woman's lower body and licked her secret area through the thin fabric, sliding his lips and tongue from top to bottom. Soon, he saw the fabric was wet.

"Ah..."

"My darling, you're wet."

"Ah...no, no, um..." How embarrassing, she actually got wet from a little boy's teasing.

"Hehe." Liang Haochen stopped talking, his large hand persistently sliding into the woman's valley between her legs, rapidly teasing her sensitive clitoris through the fabric. "

Um...Chen..." She couldn't help but call out the boy's name from her cherry lips.

The fabric that had been blocking her view was torn off by the boy, falling sadly onto the carpet. He spread the woman's legs apart, which she was trying to close out of shyness, and looked directly at the "beautiful scenery" before him: the lush grass wet with bodily fluids, obediently covering the woman's flower valley, shy and timid.

"Ah, no, don't look!" She tried to close her legs again and again, but the boy stopped her.

Liang Haochen squeezed his cool, long fingers into the woman's wet body and moved them back and forth, while kissing the woman's earlobe: "Baby, you're so tight." It's rare to see her vagina still so tight.

"Chen, no, give it to me, I want it." Even just a finger was enough to make her pant so heavily, her body becoming abnormally sensitive, the flames of desire burning wildly within her, her reason on the verge of being consumed.

Her alluring legs clamped tightly around the boy's waist, her flower valley contracting tightly, gripping his fingers.

"Baby can't wait, can you? Come on, open your legs wider." He abruptly withdrew his fingers, soaked in her juices, his huge, swollen desire pressing against the woman's vulva, triumphant and ready to strike.

☆, Chapter Seven (Caution!)

"No...ah...too fast...ahhh" Song Yanni lay naked on the bed, her legs wide open, letting the man thrust into her body like a pile driver. Her powerless hands pressed against the boy's chest, she moaned softly, pleading.

The gaze shifted to their intimate union, the thick, hard, purplish-red member moving in and out, bringing forth streams of white semen mixed with her vaginal fluids, soaking the sheets beneath them into a muddy mess.

"Baby, you like it," Liang Haochen's large hands cupped the woman's breasts, his thumbs wickedly kneading the swollen, red nipples. Massaging her full breasts, his lower body thrust rapidly and intensely, reveling in the pleasure of possessing his beloved.

"Mmm...Haochen...ah," she clung to the boy's strong arms for balance, like a floating duckweed.

"Good girl, baby, call me husband, come on, call me husband." Liang Haochen leaned down, one hand holding the woman's lower abdomen and pressing it against his desire, the other hand gently kneading and twisting the left perky little 'cherry,' while he lowered his head to suckle fiercely at the other nipple that craved comfort.

"Ah... Haochen... um, husband..." She tried her best to meet the boy's rhythm, her delicate hands holding the boy's head against her chest, her breasts thrusting out, tender and loving as if nursing her own child.

"You're such a good wife, do you like it when your husband does this, hmm?" He placed the woman's legs on his shoulders, his strong hands spreading her legs apart, his rough member grinding slowly into the depths of her delicate flower, thrusting deeply and forcefully.

"Ugh... I like it, ah... so amazing." She was now lost in the boy's dazzling and brutal thrusting.

"Do you like it better if you thrust harder, husband?" The whirlwind-like thrusts made Song Yanni gasp, her delicate body tossed up and down by the impact, her snow-white breasts and ink-black hair swaying in a beautiful display.

"Ah...no...too...fast."

"Too fast? My wife doesn't like it? Then husband will go slower—" With a sly smile, he stopped the vigorous thrusting and slowly ground his thick member against her sensitive inner walls.

"Mmm...no...harder, please," Song Yanni pleaded, her face flushed, clutching the boy's arm.

"My wife's demands are so high, sometimes fast, sometimes slow," Liang Haochen said, though he still obediently thrust harder, cruelly tormenting her tender flower, his lips and tongue caressing her bright red bud.

"Ah...ah..." A scalding liquid gushed from deep within her flower, the stimulation of the orgasm causing her flower to tighten, involuntarily gripping the boy's desire.

"Mmm...you little rascal," he lightly patted the woman's buttocks as if punishing her, thankfully he had held back, otherwise he would have surrendered to her tight little hole.

Looking at the woman kneeling beneath him, the pleasure of orgasm had turned her face a beautiful pink, and he kissed the corners of her mouth obsessively. Until the woman began to respond consciously.

After the woman's orgasm subsided, Liang Haochen thrust in and out violently again, the intensity even greater than before.

"Ah...I...ah..." The wet little hole seemed to have a mind of its own, tightly wrapping around the boy's penis, the wriggling little mouth sucking.

"Yan Ni, Yan Ni..." Liang Haochen called the woman's name again and again, loving the woman's swollen 'cherry' with even more force, the sharp blade freely moving in the flower valley where juices flew, Liang Haochen using primal male desire to erode the woman's will.

"Ah...I...here..." She wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, her consciousness blurred as she searched for the boy's lips. Losing all reason, Song Yanni acted entirely on instinct, indulging in the whirlwind of physical pleasure brought to her by the handsome, sunny boy she had met in a foreign land.

☆, Chapter Eight (Caution!) End

The two, like wild beasts, engaged in their most primal instincts on the bed. The sheets piled up on the bed were unrecognizable, covered with suspicious marks, all indicating the intensity of their encounter.

But the two beside her paid no attention, continuing to do what they loved.

Liang Haochen leaned against the headboard, the woman sitting on the boy's waist, moving up and down, self-satisfied. Liang Haochen's free hand occasionally caressed the woman's face, or kneaded her full breasts and soft belly.

"Baby, my darling," his weapon moved closely with the woman's movements. Slender fingers found the woman's wet valley, rubbing and flicking the already erect clitoris.

"Ah...Chen...Husband," she clung tightly to the boy, her flower-like opening gripping his penis even tighter. The gushing fluids from her opening made it easier for him to enter and exit. This riding position, which she had never tried before, brought double the pleasure.

"Mmm, baby, feed me," she pleaded, leaning against the headboard like a rogue.

"Mmm..." Trembling fingers carried the rosy nipple to the boy's mouth.

Liang Haochen eagerly took it in, his tongue teasing the swollen nipple as he sucked hard. He thrust upwards with force, finally hearing the gasp from the woman's mouth.

"Ah..." Her breasts rippled from the impact, her hair swayed, and her flower-like opening involuntarily tightened.

"Oh..." The woman's tightly gripped penis released countless seeds deep into her womb.

"Ah...So hot," she trembled slightly, stimulated by the boy's hot semen.

"Mmm...Baby, you're so good," he kissed her lips encouragingly.

He abruptly sat up, laid the woman sideways in front of him, and lay behind her, pulling one of her legs onto his own. He then forcefully penetrated her.

"Ah... um..."

Liang Haochen thrust upwards and swayed his hips violently, each thrust penetrating deep into the woman's most sensitive flesh, his massive member like a wedge driven into her body.

While holding the woman's slender waist, Liang Haochen kneaded her soft, white breasts. His weapon thrust rapidly and violently.

The woman, having already experienced countless orgasms, could only submit to the boy's repeated demands and his whims.

"Oh... baby, your pussy is so tight, it's making me want to cum again." Liang Haochen never denied that he was no longer a virgin. He had the ability, which stemmed from two aspects: his family's influence meant many women would vie for his bed, and he himself possessed the ability to drive women wild. However, no woman had ever satisfied him so much. Her tight, not-a-virgin vagina, though still tight, brought him immense pleasure with every contraction. Every expression she made on the bed stirred his heart and made him itch.

Liang Haochen kissed the woman's neck, his large, hard penis thrusting fiercely in and out of her pubic area, slapping against her buttocks. The pubic area churned, releasing her wet, lustful fluids. The intense thrusting caused white foam to well up at her vaginal opening.

"Ah...Chen...I...don't want it anymore." The young man's stamina was truly amazing, but he was utterly powerless.

"Baby, but your vagina is still honestly gripping me tightly. Don't believe me? Look." Liang Haochen continued to grind and thrust. Song

Yanni seemed to have grown accustomed to obeying this younger boy, and she lowered her eyes to look at their joined bodies. Watching the boy's thick, swollen penis repeatedly enter and exit her, her vagina uncontrollably enveloped and swallowed it. She could even feel the shape of the boy's penis.

"Mmm..." Once again, he was enveloped by the woman's passage, and with a sudden thrust of his hips, he ejaculated all his love juice onto her secret place.

"Ah..."

That night, it seemed endless; Liang Haochen clung to the woman, making love again and again. Only when both were utterly exhausted did they fall asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Song Yanni woke from the man's embrace. Even the slightest movement left her feeling weak and exhausted, as if she'd been run over.

Ignoring the discomfort, she looked up at the boy who had been holding her.

"Why are you frowning in your sleep?" Her gentle fingers smoothed the boy's furrowed brow. As if drawn by an irresistible force, she traced the boy's features. She carefully

placed a kiss on his lips. Goodbye, Liang Haochen.

She got up, carefully dressed, grabbed her luggage, and left without looking back.

Hearing the door open, the boy, who had just been asleep, opened his eyes. He had been awake long before the woman. He lit a cigarette, rubbing his lips thoughtfully.

Sitting on the plane, Song Yanni felt a pang of regret. Why had she given him wine instead of tea last night? Perhaps she was trying to justify her madness the previous night. Thinking this way, he felt relieved.

Two years later,

a man wearing jeans, a casual suit, and sunglasses stood in the bustling airport. Casually removing his sunglasses, his handsome appearance drew several glances.

Ignoring the fact that he had become a spectacle in others' eyes, Liang Haochen stood at the airport, a smirk playing on his lips. He'd forgotten how long it had been since he'd returned. This time, he was determined to find her and prevent her from escaping him again.

☆, Extra Chapter 1: Meeting You Again Upon

landing, Liang Haochen went straight to his pre-booked hotel, intending to relax with a shower.

In the bathroom, the misty steam blurred the man's features, only revealing his voluptuous body exposed under the showerhead. As the steam dissipated, Liang Haochen's bare, tanned upper body and lower body, wrapped only in a white towel, were revealed.

He casually tossed his still-wet hair and leaned back on the sofa, sipping red wine.

A moment later, the phone rang.

"Okay, come on up," he said in a flat, emotionless tone. He finished speaking briefly, grabbed a bathrobe, and put it on.

Less than a minute later, the man arrived as expected.

"Mr. Liang, hello. This is the information you requested about Ms. Song Yanni." The man was about thirty years old, wearing a baseball cap.

He bowed respectfully and handed the documents to Liang Haochen.

"Mr. Liang, Ms. Song divorced her husband a year ago and moved out of the villa in Y area. She is raising her child alone and currently resides in the Happiness Garden Apartment in X area." Liang Haochen glanced at the documents the private investigator had given him. They contained all the information about Song Yanni, her current situation, and several photos. Picking up the photos, he saw Song Yanni smiling lovingly at her baby in the warm sunlight, chatting gently with neighbors, and carefully selecting vegetables at the market.

Liang Haochen lingered on the woman's face in the photo, as if he were actually touching her.

The woman's radiant smile was identical to their intimate moments together in Thailand.

Liang Haochen raised an eyebrow. A child? Ha. Since I've decided to love you, then I'll accept your child as well.

Liang Haochen remained silent, focused solely on the woman in the photo. The private investigator beside him secretly sweated, thinking, "This guy doesn't look very old, but he has a huge presence." "Hmm, very good. I'll transfer the money to your account. You can leave." The man didn't look up from the photo, but merely raised his chin, indicating the investigator could leave.

The private investigator, obeying, vanished like the wind.

Looking at the woman's unchanged face in the file, Liang Haochen seemed unable to restrain himself any longer, wanting only to rush to her, embrace her, kiss her, and possess her... And he, Liang Haochen, kept his word, changed his clothes and went out.

Meanwhile, Song Yanni, ever since returning from Thailand, had witnessed her marriage heading towards its end, beyond repair. Finally, a year ago, she divorced her husband, ending this mundane marriage. She raised her child alone. At first, she couldn't fully adapt to her new life. For example, going to the market to buy vegetables, seeing the crowds shoulder to shoulder, the vendors' loud shouts, this woman, who had never seen such a scene before, was incredibly embarrassed. She would only roughly select her items, pay, and hurriedly leave.

Or, for example, every evening Song Yanni would take her child downstairs for a walk, facing the enthusiasm of the older women, she was powerless to resist and could only slink away like a defeated warrior.

Fortunately, she was now fully adapted to this new, hopeful life, so different from her previous one. She even found contentment in it. Now she could freely haggle with vendors, discuss parenting with the older women downstairs—things she had never experienced before, but now enjoyed.

Liang Haochen arrived at the woman's residence by car, but instead of going upstairs, he looked around. The area wasn't bustling, but it felt surprisingly comfortable.

His gaze swept over the stone table and chairs, and he walked over, gently stroking them, imagining the woman sitting there playing with her baby.

Lost in his own thoughts, Liang Haochen noticed the woman had brought her child downstairs and was walking towards him. A nervous tension he had never felt before surged through him; his heart pounded, and he hurriedly hid behind a stone pillar in the pavilion. He didn't know why he had hidden himself at that moment.

Song Yanni didn't enter the pavilion; instead, she pushed the stroller to the side. Liang Haochen breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a pang of regret. He silently watched the woman's departing figure. For a long, long time.

☆, Extra Chapter 2: Liang Haochen's Pursuit of His Wife (Part 1)

Liang Haochen returned to the hotel, his mind filled with the woman's beautiful figure in the sunset, the image lingering in his mind for a long time.

Never mind, he decided to go find her, right now. With that, he pushed open the hotel room door like a whirlwind and headed towards the woman's house.

When he arrived at the woman's building, he looked up at the lights on in her house, smiled slightly, and strode upstairs.

Knock knock knock

"Coming, who is it?" A woman's soft voice, as always, came from the other end of the door. Hearing the approaching footsteps, Liang Haochen was somewhat excited.

The door opened, and Song Yanni was surprised to see the man standing in front of her.

"What, don't you recognize me? Aren't you going to invite me in?" Liang Haochen barely maintained his composure, his heart churning inside.

Song Yanni slightly stepped aside, making way for him. "Come in," he said, then closed the door.

Liang Haochen looked around the woman's apartment; it wasn't large, but the baby supplies scattered throughout created a warm, homey atmosphere.

"Sit down," he said, handing her a cup of tea after she sat on the sofa, standing somewhat awkwardly to the side.

"What, you seem afraid of me?" This realization made Liang Haochen a little angry. Didn't they get along very well in Thailand?!

Actually, she wasn't afraid of Liang Haochen, but rather found the man standing before her somewhat unbelievable. Wasn't he in Thailand? How did he end up here? Didn't he have to go to school? How did he find her?

At this moment, Song Yanni had many questions she wanted to ask, but right now, she could only stare blankly at the man before her, unable to utter a single word.

Liang Haochen looked at the woman staring blankly at him, sighed softly, stood up, and pulled her into his arms.

"I missed you so much." Two years. He had missed her for two whole years.

Held in his arms, his deep voice filling her ears, Song Yanni shed tears and hugged him back. How could she not miss him?

Once they had calmed down, Liang Haochen pulled her to sit on the sofa, patting her gently. Song Yanni rested her head on his broad shoulder, inhaling his unique scent.

"Baby, you were so heartless back then, leaving me behind." Thinking of this, Liang Haochen felt wronged.

"I... I couldn't help it, it was just a one-night stand..."

"What? Baby, you actually called our union a one-night stand? You... you've hurt me so much!" He then pretended to cry out in pain, clutching his heart.

"You... you're acting like a child." Song Yanni blushed slightly.

"I'm not young anymore, I could get married and be a father," he said, his large mouth capturing the woman's earlobe, sucking it erotically.

"Ah...you, stop, stop, I, I still have questions to ask you...ah..." Although she also wanted it, she still had so many questions to ask.

"Okay, I'll take some benefits first, then we'll feast later," he said, then pounced on the woman on the sofa, kissing her lips passionately, their wet tongues intertwining and caressing each other.

"Mmm...mmm" Her soft, boneless arms wrapped around the man's strong arms, and she returned his kiss.

"Oh, baby, didn't you have questions to ask? Be good, wait a minute, your husband will definitely fuck you hard later." ☆, Extra Chapter 2: Liang Haochen's Pursuit of His Wife (Part 2) Song Yanni blushed. She had clearly wanted to stop the man's impulse, but she hadn't expected to be aroused first. Really, at this age, he was still so shameless.

As if knowing what the woman was thinking, Liang Haochen stroked her hair. "Good girl, baby, this is normal. It just means your husband is 'powerful'!" He then gave her a sly look.

"What husband?" Song Yanni murmured softly.

"Why not husband? You gave me your body, I want to marry you. Tell me, what else am I but your husband?" "Wh...what?" She looked at the man in shock. She hadn't misheard, had she? He wanted to marry her?

"I said, I want to marry you. I want you to marry me, so I can fuck you so hard you can't get out of bed every day." The beginning was a very affectionate confession. But the end was a scoundrel's tone.

"You..." This guy is really...

"Wife, will you accept your husband's proposal?" She said it casually, but she was actually nervous inside.

"You, you haven't prepared anything, and you're proposing?" Flowers, ring, nothing. Although she was nearly forty, she still longed for that girlish thing.

"Oh~ So my wife thought I wasn't prepared? If I were prepared, would you say yes?" He looked directly into the woman's eyes seriously.

"I, I, I'll say later." She didn't dare to look directly into the man's overly direct eyes, wanting to look away shamelessly.

How could Liang Haochen let the woman escape again? He took out the prepared ring from his pocket and knelt on one knee.

"I, Liang Haochen, formally propose to Song Yanni. Say yes, let me be by your side, take care of you, and love you for a lifetime." "I..." What to do? How could she, an old and faded woman, be worthy of him?

"Hey, say yes! Don't you want to be fucked by my big cock every day until you can't get out of bed, and wake up in my arms every day?

My big cock can only be satisfied by your little cunt." His rogue nature resurfaced.

"..." This guy...

"I don't care, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes." He excitedly put the ring on the woman's hand, kissed her, and looked up with a bright smile, just like the dazzling boy he had seen in Thailand.

Encouraged by the man, Song Yanni trembled as she slipped the ring onto his finger.

"Oh, we're married. Now, we're going to consummate our marriage," he said, lifting her up in his arms, ready to devour her.

"Wait, wait a minute!" The baby hadn't been fed yet.

"What is it now? Don't you care about your husband at all? I've endured this for two years!" she pouted, accusingly.

"Be good, I need to feed the baby first." She really was like a child, needing to be coaxed, but she liked it nonetheless.

"Alright, alright, I'm magnanimous, but hehe, you'd better feed me well later."

☆, Extra Chapter 3: I'm Your Father

Liang Haochen watched as the woman skillfully prepared formula, adjusting the temperature.

"Wife, aren't you breastfeeding?" Isn't breast milk good for the baby?

"The baby's a year old, I weaned him a long time ago, my milk has dried up." Thinking about weaning the child, and how her breasts were engorged and she couldn't sleep at night, it was truly exhausting.

"Ah? Then I won't be able to drink my wife's milk again," he said, shaking his head with feigned regret.

"You, really..." Song Yanni ignored the man and went to feed the baby herself.

Seeing that the woman was ignoring him, Liang Haochen followed her into the nursery, watching her lovingly cradle the baby and feed it.

"Oh, baby, be good, drink slowly, be good," the woman said softly, soothingly as she fed the child.

Liang Haochen watched, mesmerized. No wonder they say a woman is most beautiful when she becomes a mother. After

Song Yanni finished feeding the baby and patted its back to help it burp, she turned around and saw the man staring at her intently.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," he replied, not wanting to admit that he was simply mesmerized by her.

Liang Haochen walked over, looking at the baby's chubby little face, and couldn't resist poking it, feeling a sweet sensation.

The little one grinned foolishly, looking at the handsome stranger before him. His chubby little hands gripped Liang Haochen's fingers tightly, refusing to let go, and he even put them in his mouth.

"Haha, the little one is so silly, does he think my fingers are delicious?" Ah, so adorable, but... he looks familiar.

"He likes you a lot." Could it really be because of blood ties? Every time Jin Yue came to hold him, the baby would cry loudly and refuse.

"Of course, your husband is loved by everyone." He himself liked the little one very much; he would treat him like his own son.

"..." He was not only a pervert but also a narcissist.

"What's the little one's name?" He continued to tease the baby in the cradle, pulling his hand away to prevent him from grabbing, until the little one was about to cry, then he contentedly offered his finger to play with.

"Yaochen, Song... Yaochen."

"Tomorrow, after we register, we'll change the little one's name to my son, Liang Yaochen." He tapped the little one's nose with his long finger.

"You..." Did he know everything?

"What do you mean, 'my son'? Your son is my son, Yaochen, Liang Haochen, little thing, I'm your father."

☆, Extra Chapter 4: Chasing His Wife to Bed (Caution!) Part 1

"Wife, now that we've finished feeding the baby, can we go to our bridal chamber?" Liang Haochen followed the woman around like a shadow.

"Wh-what bridal chamber?" She always said such embarrassing things.

"Okay, okay, not bridal chamber, but 'doing lovemaking,' is that alright now?" He then picked her up and carried her in his arms. Whether it was bridal chamber or lovemaking, he'd get her first.

Liang Haochen gently laid the woman down on the bed. Even though his lower body was about to burst, his movements were still gentle and tender. He decided to give the woman a memorable wedding night.

Liang Haochen slowly pulled down the straps of the woman's long dress, revealing her full breasts without underwear. A touch of cherry red adorned her snow-white, round breasts, pitifully erect due to the cold air.

Liang Haochen's expression darkened. Two years had passed, and her body was even more alluring, possessing a fatal attraction for him, easily arousing his desire.

"Baby, your breasts are so big. Are they even bigger when you have milk?" It's such a pity I wasn't there when my wife's breasts were engorged, and I didn't get to drink her milk.

"Ah...you..."

"Is it? Answer your husband." Liang Haochen looked at the lone, erect nipple and unceremoniously opened his mouth to take one in, sucking it lightly and heavily. His hand was also busy covering the neglected breast and slowly squeezing it. He didn't expect that a middle-aged woman's breasts were still as perky as a young girl's, without any sagging.

"Hmm...yes, ah, when I have milk, ah, they get very big." Ugh, let me suck on the other one too.

"Good wife, do you want your husband to suck on the other one? Good girl, feed it to me yourself." Song Yanni couldn't resist and held her breast, pinching the nipple and feeding it into the man's mouth. Instantly, the man's wet tongue enveloped the woman's swollen nipple, erotically sucking on it.

"Ah ah..." The woman could only tilt her head back and pant in pleasure.

Liang Haochen kissed the woman's earlobe, his tongue teasing the tight ear canal, causing her to tremble slightly. His lips moved to hers, a passionate, deep kiss, probing deeper and deeper, their tongues locked in a fierce entanglement, saliva dripping from their chins.

Liang Haochen, his eyes red, used his remaining rationality to quickly remove the woman's long dress, then quickly stripped off his own clothes, leaving them naked.

He whirled around her, pinning her beneath him. His tongue swept over her breasts, her flat stomach, her small navel, and then deep into her pubic hair. He gently parted her legs, his long fingers uncontrollably parting the pubic hair, touching it.

"Ah, there!" she trembled, trying to stop him, but the overwhelming pleasure was too much for her.

Liang Haochen spread the woman's labia and rubbed her full vulva repeatedly, then pulled back the clitoral hood and directly rubbed her clitoris.

"Ah, no!" The intense pleasure was overwhelming, surging and roaring over her.

"Baby, you're naughty, you're all wet, and you still say no, see how your husband punishes you." As he spoke, he put his hands through the woman's legs, spreading them wide, rubbing her full breasts, while he knelt between her legs and licked them with his tongue. His rough tongue slid up and down on the woman's thick labia, poking and probing her slightly open urethra.

"Ah..." Under such stimulation, Song Yanni ejaculated.

☆, Extra 4: Chasing His Wife to the Bed (Caution!) Part 2

Liang Haochen quickly inserted his tongue into the woman's vagina, sweeping all the love juice into his mouth, occasionally gently touching the swollen clitoris.

"Baby, your husband hasn't even started yet, why are you surrendering already?" "..." Song Yanni made up her mind; she wouldn't talk to this big scoundrel.

Feeling he'd expanded enough, Liang Haochen was ready to go, his already erect dragon throbbing proudly, clamoring to enter that alluring little cunt.

Liang Haochen kissed the woman's jade-like skin repeatedly, aiming his enormous desire at her entrance, slowly penetrating.

"Ugh, so big, so full," the little cunt, filled with the foreign object, pushed and shoved. "Hmm,

baby, be good, relax, let it in." How could her little cunt still be so tight after having a child?

Song Yanni panted softly, obediently relaxing her body, allowing the man's penis to smoothly fill her passage.

"Hmm, you, move," unable to bear seeing the man sweating and enduring, she wrapped her legs around his waist, actively begging for pleasure.

Seeing that the woman seemed ready, Liang Haochen no longer suppressed his desire, pulled out his massive member, and thrust it deep into her opening. Each thrust was with all his might, going in and out completely. The sounds of their bodies slapping against each other filled the air.

"Ah, so powerful, so deep!"

With each withdrawal, waves of vaginal fluid gushed out, staining their pubic hair, making it glisten.

Liang Haochen lifted the woman's legs, letting her hold them up, while he knelt, thrusting in hard, all the way in. The contact of his thick, long penis with the woman's delicate uterus excited him greatly, and he fucked her even harder.

"Wife, do you like it? Do you like it when your husband does it like this?"

"Ah, I like it… I like it so much, harder, deeper!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Since his wife had spoken, a husband who didn't satisfy his wife wasn't a good husband.

While exploring and probing the woman's tight vaginal muscles, Liang Haochen vigorously kneaded her swollen breasts.

Song Yanni no longer suppressed her desire, letting out loud, wanton moans. Overwhelmed by lust, she uncontrollably gripped the man's arm, leaving red welts.

"Tell me, who's fucking you now?"

"Ah, Liang, Haochen."

"Who is Liang Haochen?" He slowly withdrew his desire.

"Mmm, husband, it's my husband, ah..." The already withdrawn member thrust in again, fiercely and deeply.

Liang Haochen looked at the woman beneath him, her hair disheveled, her lips red from his biting, her eyes half-open and lifeless. Her full breasts were covered in bruises, her vagina silently swallowing his desire. The scene before him stimulated him, and the member buried deep within her swelled again.

"Good wife," he rewarded, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

Their joined parts were wet and slippery, muddy, dripping onto the sheets, an utterly lewd sight.

Liang Haochen pulled the woman up from her penetration position. "Good girl, let's change positions." Liang Haochen pressed the woman against the wall, raised one of her legs, and forcefully thrust into her tight honey pot.

"Ahhh...so good...so deep." Any man would be extremely excited to hear his woman's praise, and Liang Haochen was no exception. Encouraged, he thrust even more fiercely and deeply.

"I'll fuck you to death, you slutty little slut." Liang Haochen supported the woman's legs with his hands, and Song Yanni's feet were completely off the ground, clinging to the man.

"Ah...too deep...no more." The man's desire was terrifying.

"No more? Your little cunt doesn't say that, it's gripping tightly." Liang Haochen, like a pile driver, thrust his thick, long, and ferocious penis in forcefully with magnificent hip thrusts.

The sounds of flesh colliding in the room, mixed with the decadent atmosphere of lust, lingered for a long time, along with the lingering passion of the two. After an unknown amount of time, Liang Haochen finally ejaculated with a low growl, his semen shooting deep into the woman's delicate opening.

"Ah..."

Song Yanni squinted at the man before her, his face covered in sweat, and felt an immediate attraction to him. Her weak hands tightened around his neck, and she planted a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you, husband," she whispered, her words like a thunderclap in his ear.

"I love you too, wife," he replied. He had waited for it; he had finally heard her say "I love you .

" Liang Haochen, who hadn't had a proper night's rest, fell asleep even more exhausted than the woman. Even in his sleep, he held her tightly in his arms.

Song Yanni watched him possessively, a mixture of amusement and tenderness washing over her. She gently stroked the dark circles under his eyes.

"Yaochen, it's...your child," she said, then fell asleep contentedly in his arms.

The man, his eyes closed, smiled slightly. He knew the child was his. He held her tightly, and they both drifted off to sleep.

Yaochen = Yaochen. Song Yanni wanted Liang Haochen.

[The End]

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