[Urban] My Lustful Aunt (Complete) - 16-18

【0134】Auntie, do you want it?

"Xiao Fan...no." Si Kong Yanran's face was flushed, and a blush appeared on her fair body. She shook her head and whispered, "No."

However, hearing his auntie's plea, Ye Fan's desire only intensified. Holding such a beautiful body in his arms, coupled with his auntie's restless struggle in his embrace due to the unbearable itch, he was aroused to immediately take action.

His little brother was also proudly erect, pressing against his auntie's private parts, even through a layer of pants. But he could clearly feel the waves of heat emanating from his auntie's private parts.

His hand was tightly held by his auntie's tender thighs, his middle finger just at the entrance of the forbidden area, about a centimeter inside, and he couldn't help but flick it.

With Ye Fan's fingers gently caressing her sensitive spot, Si Kong Yanran completely collapsed in Ye Fan's arms, unable to control herself. And below, the embarrassing honey-like fluid was secreting more and more.

So embarrassing… Sikong Yanran felt a surge of unbearable embarrassment, a wave of confusion, yet also a longing that made her unwilling to leave Ye Fan's embrace.

However, a sliver of clarity remained in her mind. Just as her entire body was completely surrendering, she suddenly remembered something and said, "Take off your clothes, they're all wet."

"Okay." Ye Fan reluctantly withdrew his hand from between his aunt's thighs. Because he had jumped directly into the bathtub, his clothes were completely soaked. They were indeed a bit uncomfortable clinging to his body. While

Ye Fan was undressing, Sikong Yanran stepped out of the bathtub. She grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around herself, her fair body still flushed. Especially her snow-white breasts, which, after being teased, appeared exceptionally firm. If one were to reach out and touch them now, one would definitely find they weren't soft. After wrapping herself

in the towel, she grabbed another towel to dry her wet hair. Feeling a slight dampness below, she turned back and gave Ye Fan a coquettish glare. She thought about how this rascal had not only taken advantage of her but also wanted her body. But why wasn't she resisting too much?

Was it because he was Ye Fan, and she would do whatever he wanted? But it was still her body.

Thinking of their intimate night together, a sweet feeling welled up inside her. While Ye Fan was undressing, she opened the bathroom door and left. Before leaving, she looked in the mirror and saw Ye Fan's proudly erect penis again, so thick and large, even bigger than the one she had bitten before…

Was it still growing? Sikong Yanran's heart trembled. The thought of such a large thing entering her body… made her blush, and she fled the bathroom.

A mischievous smile played on Ye Fan's lips; he had seen her hesitation and the expression on his face. It seemed she was still a little uncomfortable after breaking through this barrier, her eyes even showing a hint of confusion. However, seeing the blush on her face as she left, he knew she still needed his comfort.

Taking off his clothes and tossing them on the floor, Ye Fan turned on the bathroom heater and quickly rinsed himself. Then, without putting on any more clothes, he ran out of the bathroom.

At this moment, Sikong Yanran was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes somewhat unfocused and lost in thought. Seeing Ye Fan run out naked, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and say, "Why aren't you dressed? Be careful not to catch a cold."

"It's okay, I'm perfectly healthy," Ye Fan said narcissistically, patting his chest. His erect penis trembled slightly.

Sikong Yanran couldn't help but glance at him, her mouth agape in shock, a blush spreading across her face. She looked up, no longer daring to look.

"Xiao Fan, come here, Auntie has something to tell you," Sikong Yanran said, patting the spot beside her as if she wanted to say something.

Ye Fan gave an "oh" and obediently walked over, sitting down next to his aunt.

"Cover yourself with the blanket, don't get cold." Sikong Yanran pulled the blanket over Ye Fan.

"No, I want to use Auntie's towel." Ye Fan said coquettishly, pulling half of the towel off his aunt and covering himself with it.

Sikong Yanran rolled her eyes at him helplessly, her expression gradually becoming serious. She said, "Xiao Fan, I want to say..." She hesitated, unsure how to continue.

"What's wrong, Auntie? What do you want to say?" Ye Fan looked at his aunt with curiosity. He and his aunt usually had no secrets from each other, and he had never seen her so hesitant before.

Sikong Yanran seemed to have made up her mind. Looking at Ye Fan, she said seriously, "We can't continue like this. I know your body needs it, and I'll find you a girlfriend as soon as possible so you don't suffer. But, after all, I'm your aunt..."

Actually, Ye Fan had already guessed what his aunt was going to say. Before she could finish, he interrupted her, saying, "Auntie, you need it too..."

Sikong Yanran suddenly lost the courage to continue... Yes, no matter what, her body needed it too. What a contradictory thing this was.

"Auntie, I read online that if a woman doesn't get comfort from a man, her body will age rapidly, and her skin will get worse and worse. On the contrary, women who have frequent sex have better and better skin, bigger breasts, and slower aging..." Ye Fan said seriously.

"Really?" Sikong Yanran's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz as she asked, pursing her lips.

"That's what they say online, and I think it's true too. Men and women are yin and yang. Yin and yang complement each other to achieve harmony, otherwise, the skin will definitely be bad." Ye Fan knew that his aunt still had many concerns and doubts, so he wanted to dispel them in this way.

"But..." his aunt murmured.

"Don't you want good skin?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes." Sikong Yanran said without hesitation. What woman doesn't want her skin and figure to always be in good condition?

"Then that's it. Sex can promote the harmony of yin and yang, and your skin and figure will get better and better." Ye Fan coaxed her gently, much like a professor in college wearing glasses who secretly looks at female students' breasts.

"But..." his aunt was still confused.

"Don't you want your breasts to be bigger?" Ye Fan was like the uncle next door giving a little girl a lollipop.

"Yes." Sikong Yanran said without hesitation, only her voice was softer than before. Actually, her breasts were already quite large. But what woman doesn't want her breasts to be bigger? Otherwise, so many women wouldn't get breast augmentation.

"That's settled then." Ye Fan grinned mischievously, reaching out his "devilish hand" to grab his aunt's breasts, saying, "Auntie, after watching this magic trick, I'll make your breasts bigger."

Si Kong Yanran felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Ye Fan's "devilish hand" was already on her firm, large breasts…--

【0135】Xiao Fan, no!

"Mmm..." Sikong Yanran let out a soft, comfortable moan, her eyes slightly closed, her expression dreamy.

Sikong Yanran's breasts were soft, and Ye Fan just managed to grasp them with both hands. Those soft and elastic breasts changed shape in Ye Fan's hands.

To give his aunt the most stimulating pleasure, Ye Fan used his middle and index fingers to pinch his aunt's pink, grape-like nipples. He rubbed his fingers up and down, gently touching them. After seeing a faint blush appear on his aunt's fair skin, he gently drew circles on that blush with his index finger.

Sikong Yanran's breasts were very firm, and the two bright red nipples, after being gently teased by Ye Fan, blossomed like flower buds. Her originally soft breasts gradually hardened, standing proudly before him.

Sikong Yanran's face flushed with shyness, and she couldn't help but let out soft, pleasurable moans. Her slightly narrowed eyes were filled with a hazy, dreamy look.

"No... Xiao Fan... you can't do this..." Sikong Yanran still couldn't overcome her inner barrier, even though, under Ye Fan's caresses, her breasts miraculously swelled up as if by magic, slightly larger than before.

"Auntie, look, they've gotten bigger!" Ye Fan exclaimed in surprise, his hands like a pianist gently playing the most pleasurable melody on his aunt's breasts.

Sikong Yanran couldn't help but open her eyes and look at her breasts; she still cared quite a bit, even though she could clearly feel her breasts were swollen and uncomfortable.

Seeing Ye Fan's mischievous smile, Sikong Yanran gave him a shy glare and turned her head away.

"Auntie, I want to nurse," Ye Fan suddenly said out of the blue. Like a hungry child, he suddenly lowered his head and took the nipples of his aunt's breasts into his mouth, licking and sucking the pink buds with his tongue and gently grinding them with his teeth.

"Ah..." Sikong Yanran had never experienced such intense stimulation before, and couldn't help but moan. If Ye Fan were to reach out and touch her mysterious opening at this moment, he would definitely find that his aunt's forbidden zone had leaked a little more honey.

"Xiao Fan... Auntie... please... it's too uncomfortable," Sikong Yanran said incoherently, grabbing Ye Fan's shoulders with both hands, trying to push him away. But every cell in her body was filled with that kind of pleasure, making her put on a posture of wanting to resist but holding back. Her hands, which were trying to push Ye Fan away, were also weak and powerless.

At this moment, she was limp, leaning against the headboard, while Ye Fan pressed his entire body against her, lying on her breasts. He gently bit her left breast with his teeth, while his right hand grasped her other erect breast. Hearing his aunt speak, he didn't release the sweet apple, but mumbled, "Auntie, I want to drink milk, your milk tastes so good..."

Sikong Yanran's face was flushed red, and a strong lust appeared in her eyes. The desire that had been hidden deep within her heart had been ignited by Ye Fan. Desire was like a demon that had escaped from the darkness, suddenly freed, and began to rage wildly. At this moment, every cell in her body was trembling and calling out.

And once the demonic hand of desire was released, it could no longer be controlled. No matter how many restraints and obstacles Sikong Yanran had in her heart, they could not defeat the demon of desire at this moment.

The sensation emanating from her breasts was incredibly pleasurable, a feeling more intense yet more pleasurable than an electric shock. She couldn't help but let out a few ecstatic moans.

Sikong Yanran's hands rested limply on Ye Fan's back. Her breasts were swollen and hard, aching uncomfortably under Ye Fan's touch and caresses, causing her body to tremble slightly.

Ye Fan then pushed her down onto the bed, his tongue tracing circles along her breasts, kissing them gently, then moving down the cleavage to her flat, smooth abdomen.

Sikong Yanran was only wearing a towel, which Ye Fan had just pulled off, leaving her completely naked. Ye Fan's tongue lightly traced her stomach, stopping at her navel. His chin rested on her black hair, less than centimeters from her mysterious opening.

A warm breath from Ye Fan's nostrils wafted from her lower abdomen, his tongue, like a small snake, gently tracing its surface. His right hand clung to her already swollen and hard breasts, tracing circles with his index finger.

"Ugh..." Sikong Yanran lay weakly on the bed, her left hand still on Ye Fan's shoulder, a gesture of pushing him away, but she lacked the strength. Her right hand rested casually on the bed. Her originally jade-white body now glowed with a faint pink hue.

And from her sensitive orifice, a trickle of honeyed fluid couldn't help but flow, even running down her thighs. Sikong Yanran felt this, her face blushing like a ripe apple, secretly wondering how she could be like this.

At this moment, she was unbearably thirsty, the demon unleashed from within her had already taken over her entire body. The last vestiges of reason and resistance deep within her were growing weaker with the various stimulations, pleasures, comforts, and thirsts of her body.

Her whole body was burning up, and a fine layer of fragrant sweat beaded on her forehead. Her legs began to rise and fall slowly, her thighs pressed together, rubbing gently.

She was in great discomfort, especially in that embarrassing place, which she desperately wanted to be filled immediately. More and more fluid seeped out, remaining on her thighs, and with the friction between her legs, it even made some soft sounds.

Ye Fan was lying there, and he could hear those sounds clearly, knowing that his aunt's desire had been completely aroused. So he worked harder, and his tongue slid over her lower abdomen, along her long, thick black hair, finally reaching the very top of her mysterious cave.

There, a small bud swelled up as if it were engorged with blood. This was also the most sensitive spot for a woman, and Ye Fan's tongue lingered there, then he kissed it gently, while his hands slowly slid down her smooth body, grasping her thighs and spreading them apart, completely exposing that place to him.

Ye Fan parted Sikong Yanran's legs, small bubbles still rising from her mysterious opening, her honey-like fluid soaking her black pubic hair before trickling down her thighs onto the sheets.

"Ah..." Sikong Yanran let out a comfortable moan from the depths of her soul, so enchanting. And with this enchanting sound, Sikong Yanran experienced her first climax since her body had been aroused.--

【0136】The most beautiful aunt,

Sikong Yanran, is lost.

Her body trembled, and streams of jade-white liquid gushed from her honeyed orifice, spraying onto her thighs and the sheets. Ye Fan was close enough to see that even his chin was covered in his aunt's honeyed fluid.

Sikong Yanran's body was completely limp, powerless, and her expression even more dazed. Because it was her first time reaching orgasm, her face was an alluring wine-red, full of spring passion and desire, as well as a deep sense of comfort.

"Ugh..." She instinctively let out a long, soft moan. The desire that had been somewhat suppressed was now completely aroused.

Ye Fan's tongue continued to lick the raised little millet grain, the most sensitive spot on Sikong Yanran's body, and also the most sensitive spot on a woman's body. Ye Fan's tongue gently teased and even gently sucked on it, and Sikong Yanran's delicate body couldn't help but tremble, yet it was another unbearable loneliness.

This was a passionate feast, a lingering flirtation after a period of intense excitement. Sikong Yanran's nipples were swollen and engorged, as if filled with blood. Ye Fan knew that if he continued to suckle his aunt's nipples, she would faint from excitement, so he moved on.

Sikong Yanran's soft, melodious moans rose and fell; the last vestiges of reason in her mind had vanished, completely enveloped by desire. She gripped the sheets tightly, her body trembling slightly, her legs quivering with discomfort.

Ye Fan's tongue slid across her pink nipples, and as it moved away, Sikong Yanran's body trembled even more violently. She felt her heart pounding rapidly, an indescribable sensation filling every cell of her body, as if she were being lifted into the clouds, indulging in a blissful state.

Boundless love rippled through the clouds. Ye Fan's tongue was already licking the inside of her thighs. It wasn't as sensitive as her nipples, but it was still a wonderful way to arouse a woman's desire.

With Ye Fan's kisses and teasing, Sikong Yanran's body arched slightly, and the soft moans filling the bedroom grew louder. She had completely let go.

Just then, Ye Fan suddenly pressed his tongue against Sikong Yanran's vulva, and his hands began to gently tease her thighs. A wave of unbearable itching sensation surged within Sikong Yanran's vulva, making her feel like she was on fire.

"Xiao Fan, no…"

"Xiao Fan, Auntie can't take it anymore… no, I'm so ashamed…"

"Oh, ah… Xiao Fan, please, it's too uncomfortable. No…"

Sikong Yanran gripped the sheets tightly, sweat beading on her forehead, her face flushed crimson, almost dripping blood. Her entire body arched, and her jade-like breasts swayed gently with the movement.

The entire bedroom was filled with a pinkish hue of desire and ambiguity. Two naked bodies, the woman lying on the bed, legs spread apart. The man knelt beneath her, using his invincible tongue to tease the woman's deepest desires, unleashing the demons within her, leaving her utterly limp…

“Ugh… don’t lick anymore…” Accompanying the sucking sounds between Ye Fan and her honeyed orifice were the sounds of Sikong Yanran finally unable to hold back any longer. She gasped, murmuring listlessly.

“Ah… I can’t take it anymore, Xiao Fan, Auntie feels so uncomfortable… I’m coming…” Sikong Yanran suddenly hugged Ye Fan’s head tightly, pressing him firmly against her honeyed orifice. Her thighs also clamped tightly around Ye Fan’s head. And from her honeyed orifice, even more jade-white nectar gushed out, completely covering Ye Fan’s face.

After spraying her honey nectar, Sikong Yanran seemed to suddenly deflate, her legs weakly parting, her hands limply resting on the bed, her body covered in sweat. She was still panting heavily, her whole body trembling indescribably;

she had actually reached her second climax. Under Ye Fan's teasing, she had reached that high cloud, enjoying boundless sexual pleasure.

Ye Fan climbed off his aunt's honeyed vulva, his face still glistening with a bit of jade-white fluid. He looked at Sikong Yanran and realized that his aunt was already in a state of ecstasy. Two climaxes had left her body weak and exhausted.

Ye Fan grabbed two tissues from the coffee table beside him, first wiping the love fluid from his aunt's face, then reaching out to wipe the glistening jade fluid from his aunt's pink honeyed vulva, her thighs, her black pubic hair, and her lips.

After doing all this, Ye Fan climbed up and lay down next to his aunt, pulling her into his arms.

Sikong Yanran let out a soft moan, burying her head deeply in Ye Fan's embrace. Her hand, however, hung limply, brushing against Ye Fan's already enormous penis. If Sikong Yanran had the strength to look down, she would have seen a blood-soaked, incredibly large, steel-rod-like object.

There was a glistening liquid on it, and the entire glans was a purplish-red color—it was engorged. Sikong Yanran's hand traced its surface, and her body trembled slightly.

"Auntie, I feel so uncomfortable," Ye Fan whispered, nibbling on Sikong Yanran's earlobe. He reached down and grabbed his aunt's hand, placing it on the head of his enormous penis.

Holding Ye Fan's member in her hand, Sikong Yanran felt a surge of fear. It was too big! Even bigger than before; could her penis fit? Her honeyed cave felt even emptier, yearning to immediately guide the dragon in her hand into her own.

Sikong Yanran, holding Ye Fan's dragon in one hand, also began to extend her smooth, snake-like pink tongue, gently licking Ye Fan's chest.

Ye Fan's body was magnificent, especially his pectoral muscles, exuding masculine power. Whether taught by Ye Fan or self-taught, Sikong Yanran actively licked Ye Fan's nipples, which were slightly larger than those of an average man.

Sikong Yanran's movements were slow and gentle, her tongue incredibly smooth. She was a natural beauty, and with the movement of her tongue, her delicate body swayed slightly in Ye Fan's arms. Her hand, holding the dragon, also slid gently up and down under Ye Fan's guidance.

Ye Fan wasn't idle either, his tongue continuing to suck on his aunt's earlobe. A breath of hot air escaped from his nose, entering Sikong Yanran's ear, causing her to let out another soft moan.

A woman's earlobes, breasts, lower abdomen, inner thighs, and the small bumps on her vulva are all extremely sensitive areas. At this moment, as the tingling sensation on her earlobes spread, the fire within Sikong Yanran was released once more.

Ye Fan placed his hand on Sikong Yanran's shoulder, gently squeezing it, then lightly ran his fingers across her back, leaving a faint mark with his fingernail. Sikong Yanran then slowly moved downwards, kissing Ye Fan's nipples, following his body downwards, all the way down…--

【0137】Love Me.

Under Sikong Yanran's delicate and smooth left hand, Ye Fan's dragon swelled even more, the pale purple blood filling it again, like an iron rod. Her hand was small to begin with, and now it was just enough to grasp it, which shows how magnificent Ye Fan's thing was.

If this magnificent dragon were to penetrate directly, probably very few women could withstand it.

Sikong Yanran's left hand gently stroked it, while her fragrant tongue slowly kissed down Ye Fan's body. Seeing the huge dragon, Sikong Yanran was still stunned for a moment, her heart pounding. Her honey hole below felt uncomfortable and empty. After hesitating for a moment, she gently opened her pink little mouth and took Ye Fan's treasure into her mouth.

The huge dragon head entered her mouth, making her suffocate. This treasure was too big. Her little mouth was completely filled with the dragon. Unable to resist, she slightly raised her head, merely taking his head into her mouth, then extending her soft, snake-like tongue to gently lick Ye Fan's head.

Her small hands continued to caress Ye Fan's erect penis. After that night's practice, and with Ye Fan's guidance, her technique was quite good.

Now, feeling the electric-like sensations emanating from the glans, Si Kong Yanran's tender tongue sucked at the most sensitive part of the glans, gently biting it with her teeth, causing even Ye Fan to gasp in pleasure.

Ye Fan was half-leaning against the headboard, his legs spread apart. Between his thighs lay his aunt, who was giving him oral sex. His aunt's silky hair was casually draped, her back smooth and white. The bedroom light shone on it, reflecting a faint pink hue—a blush of shyness spreading across her body.

Ye Fan lovingly stroked Sikong Yanran's back, feeling its smooth, silky texture. He had to admit, Sikong Yanran was incredibly well-preserved; her body was like a baby's. As Sikong Yanran's tongue continued to tease him, Ye Fan's eyes were filled with fascination and passion.

Sikong Yanran's movements became increasingly skilled, her small hands stroking up and down, her glans even drawing circles on his glans. Then, she suddenly lowered her head, taking his entire penis into her mouth, all the way to the base, repeating this several times. Afterward, she raised her head, continuing to lick along his massive member with her glans, moving downwards to his testicles…

Wow, Auntie's self-taught… Ye Fan exclaimed inwardly. At this moment, Sikong Yanran's body was completely controlled by the demon of lust, her eyes filled with a hazy, spring-like allure. Her small mouth held the man's most precious testicles, and she used her fragrant tongue to swallow and spit them out...

This was a grand feast of human passion, and the demon of lust permeated the room, tempting them towards the abyss of lust.

About ten minutes later, Sikong Yanran raised her head with a slightly resentful expression, took Ye Fan's small hand and stroked her cheek, saying in a coquettish tone, "So sleepy, when are you going to...?"

She didn't finish her sentence, but Ye Fan naturally understood what she meant. Knowing that his desire had been too intense today, he probably wouldn't be able to release it immediately. He reached out and grabbed his aunt's shoulder, pulling her into his arms, and said softly, "Auntie, you must be feeling unwell too, right?"

"Ah... I..." Sikong Yanran instinctively wanted to nod, but immediately turned her head away shyly. This brief moment of clarity made her realize what the two of them were doing. No matter what, she was still Ye Fan's aunt, even though they weren't related by blood...

If word got out...

But before Sikong Yanran could even process this, Ye Fan had already grasped her aunt's breasts, his fingers gently teasing the pink buds, saying, "Auntie, people should live for themselves. Why put yourself through so many taboos... I know you're uncomfortable, so let me serve you..."

Sikong Yanran's mind was in turmoil. She was already burning with desire, and after Ye Fan's various caresses and teasing, she had already reached two orgasms. At this moment, her honeyed depths felt empty, and she longed to be filled by Ye Fan's enormous dragon. Between reason and lust, the devil finally triumphed over taboo...

So, she simply lowered her head, tacitly agreeing.

"Auntie, turn around..." Ye Fan whispered in her ear, still holding Sikong Yanran's breasts.

Sikong Yanran knew what Ye Fan was going to do, but she obediently turned her body. At this moment, their position was the classic 69 position. Sikong Yanran lay on Ye Fan's thighs, looking at his proud and throbbing member, her face even more dazed. She couldn't help but grab it with her hand and take it back into her mouth.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, parted his aunt's legs, letting her private parts rest on her chin. He gently lifted his aunt's buttocks slightly, and with his thumbs, he flipped her thighs outwards, revealing the woman's most mysterious honey hole to him.

After two orgasms, Sikong Yanran's lower body was still slightly swollen, as if engorged with blood. Her pink labia, neither too thin nor too thick, were nestled among the dark pubic hair, a delicate pink. Between her thin labia, a faint, jade-white fluid moistened her entire private area. A faint, wondrous scent wafted over, making Ye Fan's blood boil.

Sikong Yanran was lying on top of him, her buttocks parted. Looking up, one could see her pink anus opening and closing, seemingly enjoying the unbearable heat of her body.

This was the most perfect private part in the world.

Ye Fan's thumb gently rubbed the tender flesh at the base of his aunt's thigh, his head slightly raised, taking a deep breath on her honeyed orifice, then using his penis to part her labia, even gently blowing air inside.

Feeling the intrusion of a foreign object into her honeyed orifice, Sikong Yanran's delicate body couldn't help but tremble violently. Every cell in her body was filled with a strong, stimulating impulse, making her feel hot all over, her body trembling, and she let out long, comfortable moans...

"Ugh..." Sikong Yanran raised her head, her hands tightly hugging Ye Fan's thighs, enduring the discomfort and trembling in her body, letting out soul-stirring moans.

At this moment, Ye Fan's huge penis was pressed against her face. After the brief stimulation, she once again took Ye Fan's enormous member into her mouth, opening her small mouth to hold the dragon. With practiced skill, she now knew how to make Ye Fan even more comfortable and happy.

Touching the most sensitive part of the glans with the tip of her tongue, and gently touching and biting it with her teeth, Ye Fan couldn't help but let out a long, comfortable moan, his penis exploring and sucking more vigorously in his aunt's honey hole...

The demon of lust was completely released. The bedroom was filled with boundless spring colors. In the heat of passion, Ye Fan said, "Auntie, I want..."

[0138] The Fusion of Flesh and Spirit

Ye Fan continued to tease Sikong Yanran's honey hole with his tongue, and his dragon, under his aunt's swallowing, sucking and biting, became as hard as an iron rod, and Sikong Yanran's small mouth could hardly contain it.

An unbearable itch emanated from Sikong Yanran's honeyed orifice. The heat within her body caused her to sweat profusely, yet she felt an indescribable sense of comfort. Her entire body felt as if she were bathing in a sauna, yet also as if countless ants were frantically crawling inside. A mix of unbearable, itchy, stimulating, and pleasurable sensations surged through her.

Ye Fan gently parted his aunt's lips with his hand, then curled his tongue and slowly inserted it. Then, like inserting a precious object, he thrust in and out of his aunt's honeyed orifice.

"Ugh... Xiao Fan... no..." Feeling the friction of Ye Fan's tongue against the inside of her honeyed orifice, Sikong Yanran could no longer hold back, letting out a soul-stirring cry, her body trembling uncontrollably. She bit Ye Fan's precious little mouth, increasing the speed of her thrusts. "

Xiao Fan... Auntie can't take it anymore... ouch..." It felt like being lifted to the clouds, or as if her soul had been ripped away. That was the happiest moment a woman felt when her sexual desire reached its peak. Tiny drops of nectar seeped from inside her honeyed orifice, and her tongue rubbed against the inner walls, drawing the nectar out.

"Oh, ah... woo... Xiao Fan, no... Auntie can't take it anymore..."

"Ouch... woo woo, Xiao Fan, don't lick anymore, Auntie feels so uncomfortable."

Sikong Yanran had long since stopped servicing Ye Fan's manhood; she tightly hugged Ye Fan's thighs, feeling the warmth and moisture within her honeyed orifice. Her constant pleas for mercy and her seductive moans further stimulated Ye Fan, making him lick even more vigorously.

"Auntie feels so uncomfortable... Auntie feels so uncomfortable... Auntie feels so uncomfortable..." Sikong Yanran gently bit the muscles of Ye Fan's thighs, murmuring incoherently. She was completely lost in a daze. Ye Fan knew she was close to climax; if he continued with his tongue, her third orgasm would arrive.

But Ye Fan didn't continue. He stopped abruptly just before the climax, letting his aunt experience the dizziness and stimulation of falling from the clouds to the earth. He lifted his aunt's thighs, gently carrying her from his body to the bed. Then he rolled over and lay on top of her, lowering his head to kiss Sikong Yanran's earlobe, whispering, "Auntie, let me pamper you, okay?"

Sikong Yanran squinted her eyes, remaining silent, her face flushed and her gaze hazy.

Seeing her silence, Ye Fan slid one hand to her thighs, gently spreading them apart, lightly caressing the base of her thighs and the area around her completely wet vulva. He even gently teased her swollen nipples with his index finger…

Teased by Ye Fan, Sikong Yanran's last nerve snapped. She murmured in a daze, "Xiao Fan, Auntie feels so bad. Auntie… I… I really want… you to take me…"

"Auntie, I'll take good care of you." Finally hearing his auntie's offer, Ye Fan brought his mouth close to Sikong Yanran's ear and whispered softly.

"Mmm…" Sikong Yanran nodded in a daze.

Ye Fan kissed his auntie's earlobe, then followed the kiss down to her cheek and lips. Finally, he used his tongue to pry open his auntie's teeth and slipped it into her mouth.At this moment, Sikong Yanran had abandoned everything; the demon of desire was raging within her, and she actively responded to Ye Fan's tongue. When their tongues touched, Sikong Yanran let out a long moan. However, with her mouth tightly sealed, she could only make pleading whimpering sounds.

Meanwhile, the hand caressing Sikong Yanran's vulva gently parted her thighs, extending one leg to separate her left leg. Then, the other leg was extended to separate her right leg. At this moment, Sikong Yanran's vulva was open, her legs spread wide apart by Ye Fan, and his enormous member was aimed directly at the entrance of her vulva.

Ye Fan placed his hands on his aunt's breasts to support his body, then raised his buttocks and thrust forward slightly, stopping just as his member touched her vulva. He then reached down with one hand and grasped his member, rubbing it up and down against her vulva.

Sikong Yanran felt extremely uncomfortable and slightly raised her slender waist. She wanted Ye Fan's member to enter her vulva quickly to fill her opening.

But Ye Fan wouldn't let her succeed. Just as the secret cave was about to suck in his treasure, Ye Fan pushed his dragon upwards, pressing it against her nipples.

"Xiao Fan... I feel so uncomfortable, please go in..." Sikong Yanran, having tried several times to take it without success, could only plead in a shy voice.

Hearing his aunt's pleading, Ye Fan finally couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his dragon into his aunt's mysterious forbidden land.

The large glans gently parted his aunt's pink lips. With a slight thrust of his waist, he pushed forward, and his dragon slowly entered the forbidden land. Conquering and plundering, the dragon rampaged through the honey hole, penetrating to the root, striking the very core.

Ye Fan's enormous member was completely inside Sikong Yanran's secret cave.

"Ah..." Sikong Yanran cried out in pain. Just days ago, Ye Fan had deflowered her, and her vagina was still very tight, with narrow, taut walls. Yet Ye Fan's member was so large and hot, and it plunged into her body all at once. How could she withstand it? She

couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, yet felt an unparalleled pleasure. That feeling of emptiness being filled, that stimulation of being satisfied, made her unsure whether her body was experiencing pain or pleasure. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her eyes were narrowed, and her teeth were clenched together…

“Ah…” Ye Fan, controlling the heat, slowly withdrew his massive member from her vagina, then thrust it in again. The pain and pleasure mingled, and Sikong Yanran couldn't help but cry out again.

“Fan… be gentle, it hurts…” Sikong Yanran groaned softly.

Hearing her half-moaning words, Liu Xin slowed his pace, increasing the speed of his thrusts, feeling the smoothness and tightness of Sikong Yanran's vaginal walls. Although she had already had sexual experience with Ye Fan, her vagina was still very tight, the flesh on both sides gripping Ye Fan's huge penis, giving him a strange stimulation.

Ye Fan held his aunt's nipples with one hand, gently thrusting his waist, moving his large penis in and out of his aunt's tight hole. Fortunately, Sikong Yanran had already had two orgasms before, and her vagina had sprayed out a lot of love fluid, making it very wet inside, so Ye Fan did not feel dryness when he thrust in and out. Instead, with the close intercourse of their bodies, a slapping sound was made...

[0139] What to do?

Sikong Yanran still felt a little pain, but it was very mild. With Ye Fan's large penis entering and the slow and rhythmic thrusting, the friction felt on the inner walls of her forbidden area gave her an incomparably pleasurable feeling.

If she was passively receiving the first time she had sex with Ye Fan, this time, she was fully involved. Feeling the pleasure brought by the friction, she wrapped her arms around Ye Fan's back, letting out a long, seductive moan.

The first time was accompanied by pain and pleasure; this time, after the initial pain, came unparalleled enjoyment and stimulation.

Ye Fan's rhythm was exceptionally good; he used a slight thrust of his waist and abdomen, controlling the speed of his thrusts with a five-slow-one-fast rhythm. Seeing the flush of passion on his aunt's face, her hazy eyes slightly narrowed, and her mouth slightly open, he couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her lips, cheeks, and ears.

Sikong Yanran responded willingly, slightly raising her lower body to allow for deeper penetration. She found his lips and slipped her tongue inside. When their tongues intertwined like snakes, their souls were completely merged.

"Auntie, I love you…" Ye Fan whispered.

"Auntie loves you too," Sikong Yanran replied without hesitation. She understood in her heart that this love had transcended familial affection; now, it contained an even greater depth of feeling. If before she had merely considered Ye Fan as a close relative, now he was her dearest and most beloved man.

A man, not a boy.

When Ye Fan entered her body, his identity ceased to be that of a boy; he became a man. The fusion of bodies, the fusion of souls—she had loved this man writhing within her to the very marrow of her bones, to the very depths of her soul, without regret. " Until

the mountains crumble and the heavens and earth unite, I will never part from you."

With each thrust of Ye Fan, his enormous dragon repeatedly pounded the deepest part of Sikong Yanran's honeyed orifice. She once again fell into a state of ecstasy, feeling no pain within her body. A blissful expression rippled across her face, and her body trembled slightly, seemingly unable to bear the intense pleasure.

Sensing that Sikong Yanran had adapted to his rhythm, Ye Fan's speed gradually increased. From the original five slow strokes followed by one, it now became nine slow strokes followed by one, nine shallow strokes followed by one deep one. As the speed and rhythm increased, his demonic hands grasped his aunt's jade peaks, kneading and shaping them in various ways. He also exerted force in his waist and abdomen, accelerating his thrusts.

"Ah...ah...so good...slower..."

"Xiao Fan, faster...it hurts so much..."

"Waaah, so good..." Ye Fan thrust into Sikong Yanran's core, and she could no longer hold back, crying out loud.

"No...Xiao Fan, Auntie's going to die...I can't take it anymore..." Sikong Yanran gripped Ye Fan's arm tightly, moaning with pleasure.

"Aww...Auntie's coming...Auntie's going to climax..." In the large bedroom, passion surged, and Sikong Yanran's comfortable moans, accompanied by the slapping of flesh and soul, formed a moving symphony. At this moment, she had learned how to actively respond to Ye Fan, her slender waist slightly raised, and her buttocks gently swaying, welcoming the dragon's intrusion. Her hands gripped Ye Fan's back, gently stroking it.

Ye Fan knew his aunt had reached her peak again, and to let her experience that ecstatic, blissful state, he braced himself on the bed, using all his strength in his waist and abdomen, thrusting in and out at a high frequency.

"Ah... Auntie can't take it anymore... Waaah..." Sikong Yanran finally reached the clouds, enjoying the ultimate pleasure a woman could experience. That blissful, blissful feeling completely intoxicated her.

Countless drops of nectar gushed from her honeyed orifice. And her honeyed cave, due to the unparalleled stimulation, tightened and loosened. She didn't know how many times Ye Fan had brought her to orgasm, but her body was drenched in fragrant sweat, limp and powerless, her honeyed orifice contracting rapidly due to the stimulation.

At the same time, under the contraction and friction of Sikong Yanran's honeyed orifice, Ye Fan roared and thrust his body forward. His dragon, like a faucet, opened wide, spraying a thick liquid deep into Sikong Yanran's honeyed orifice.The two reached their climax, enjoying the most primal and instinctive sexual desires of men and women. Pandora's box was opened, and the monstrous beast of lust raged. After reaching his climax, Ye Fan seemed to have all his strength drained away, collapsing limply beside his aunt, one hand resting on her breasts.

A small amount of white fluid slowly flowed from the base of Sikong Yanran's thighs, staining the white sheets. The bedroom was quiet; exhausted from their passionate encounter, they lay embracing on the bed.

Ye Fan didn't know how much time had passed before he awoke from his extreme exhaustion. He saw that the blush on his aunt's face hadn't faded, and a faint rosy glow lingered on her fair skin. Seeing his aunt so beautiful, he leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"Mmm…" Sikong Yanran whimpered softly; she had rested enough. Ye Fan kissed her, and she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze hazy. She gave Ye Fan a playful glare and said, "You little rascal, Auntie was so uncomfortable just now."

Ye Fan chuckled, tenderly smoothing his aunt's hair and wiping the sweat from her forehead with a tissue.

Sikong Yanran seemed to have thought of something, pursed her lips, and said cautiously, "Xiao Fan... you just ejaculated inside. Aunt... will Aunt get pregnant?"

"Pregnant?" Ye Fan had only just thought of this question, scratched his head, and said, "If I really get pregnant, you'll give me a little baby."

Ye Fan so desperately wanted to have a child with his aunt.

Sikong Yanran blushed. She understood what Ye Fan meant, and felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She also wanted to have a baby with Ye Fan, but reason told her it was impossible. She pursed her lips, shook her head, and calmly said, "Aunt... Aunt can't get pregnant now."

"Sigh..." Ye Fan sighed a little disappointedly.

"What's wrong?" Sensing the change in Ye Fan's emotions, Sikong Yanran asked anxiously.

"Aunt, were you comfortable just now?" Ye Fan didn't want to dwell on this question any longer, so he changed the subject.

Sikong Yanran nodded shyly.

Ye Fan smiled faintly, pulled his aunt down to lie on the bed, and then pulled the covers over her. Holding his aunt's soft hand, he whispered, "Auntie, I will cherish you for the rest of my life." " Mmm...

" Sikong Yanran felt a surge of sweetness in her heart, but her problem wasn't solved yet. She asked, "Xiao Fan, think of something quickly, what if she gets pregnant?" " It can't be that coincidental," Ye Fan shook his head, continuing to caress his aunt's breasts, his fingertips tracing circles on the grape-like redness. "Mmm..." Sikong Yanran groaned comfortably, saying, "What if? No, Xiao Fan, think of something quickly, Auntie can't get pregnant now." "Then you'll secretly give birth to it for me, I want you to give me a child." Ye Fan's devilish hands continued to ravage his aunt's body. Sikong Yanran shook her head and said, "Let's talk about this later. Now... now is really not possible." Her tone suddenly turned cold because this matter was too serious, and she looked at Ye Fan with a serious expression. Ye Fan's heart also stirred. His aunt rarely looked at him with such a solemn gaze, so he could only nod and say, "I'll go out and buy you a Yuting (emergency contraceptive)." "Yuting? What's that?" As the current head of the Sikong family, Sikong Yanran was completely clueless about such things. No one had ever mentioned these things to her because she had never had the opportunity to use them. Ye Fan broke out in a cold sweat, gave his aunt a resentful look, and said, "It's a morning-after pill." Sikong Yanran stuck out her tongue. Seeing that Ye Fan seemed a little upset, she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, saying softly, "Auntie... Auntie will definitely have a child for you in the future." Ye Fan didn't say a word, but just looked at his aunt with deep affection. Then, he rolled over, pinning his aunt beneath him. His lips were already pressed against hers, his tongue forcefully prying open her teeth and plunging inside, searching for her sweet tongue. "Ah..." Feeling Ye Fan's member seem to harden again, Sikong Yanran couldn't help but gasp. Having just endured a storm of passion, she wondered if she could withstand another round of intimate lovemaking. "Xiao Fan... no! Auntie... please let Auntie go... sob sob sob..." Sikong Yanran could feel Ye Fan's large member harden, pressing against her vulva, almost slipping inside. But even so, it was only pressing against her nipple. His hands, meanwhile, caressed and stroked her soft flesh, once again arousing the already exhausted Sikong Yanran to the point of losing control. The fire within her began to burn fiercely, like a raging inferno. Pandora's box was opened once more... Countless times they fused together that night. Each time, they were locked in a passionate, entangled love, each time, they were consumed by frenzied desire. Everywhere on Sikong Yanran's ears, her nipples, her lower abdomen, her vulva, were marks of Ye Fan's lovemaking. His back, his chest, and his proud, valiant manhood bore the traces of Sikong Yanran's lip fluid... They were in love, entwined, the taker, from initially being passive to later yielding and taking the initiative. Once all of Sikong Yanran's sexual desire was aroused, her needs seemed particularly strong. Ye Fan, too, did his utmost, satisfying his aunt and himself time and time again. Until they were both exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. When Ye Fan woke up, it was already past one in the afternoon. On the large, soft bed, only he was asleep; his aunt was gone. He jumped out of bed and had just put on his clothes when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was a call from his aunt. "Xiao Fan, are you up yet?" His aunt's sweet voice came through the phone. "Just woke up, Auntie, where are you?" Ye Fan asked as he walked downstairs. "I'm at the company. I didn't wake you because you were sleeping so soundly. By the way, your homeroom teacher called this morning, and I asked for leave for you." Si Kong Yanran continued, "I only asked for half a day off. The teacher said you must go to class this afternoon." "Okay, I understand, Auntie." Ye Fan had already walked down to the lobby. "Go out and buy yourself something to eat at noon. When you come back tonight, Auntie will take you out for something delicious." "Okay, I know." After hanging up, he saw several unread text messages. One was from Qin Xu, asking why he hadn't gone to school. Thinking of that delinquent girl, a wicked smile crept onto Ye Fan's lips. Another one was from last night, a text message with only two letters: "ok". Ye Fan smiled, knowing she had taken care of things and deleted the text messages and last night's communication records. Then he turned on the TV to see what the news was saying. Sure enough, the Linhai City news channel was replaying a news report about the assassination of the eldest son of the Yun family. Because the scene was too gruesome, many parts were blurred. But Ye Fan could still deduce from some of the footage that Lin Bing had used the same method in both incidents.First, a car accident was staged, then the two men's heads were severed, and their bodies were thrown into a nearby forest. After extensive investigation, the police confirmed that it was Yun Bo, the eldest son of the Yun family, and his bodyguard. Such a horrific and bloody incident occurred within just a few days, putting considerable pressure on the Linhai City police. Especially since the Ouyang and Yun families are both prominent families in Linhai City, the assassination of their heirs has put pressure not only on the police but also on the other five families in Linhai City. No one knows why this happened. Who could have repeatedly targeted and brutally murdered the heirs of two powerful families? Was it revenge, provocation, or deliberate elimination?

This matter was not only intriguing, but the current heads of each family also noticed something unusual. Could their own family's successor be next? No one dared to be careless.

Only Ye Fan, the instigator of these two incidents, leisurely soaked in a wooden tub, reminiscing about his passionate night with his aunt. His penis slowly hardened again.

After his bath, he put on the clothes his aunt had prepared for him, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and headed to school.

Meanwhile, in Linhai City, Yun Hongsheng, the current head of the Yun family, sat grimly in his car, heading towards the headquarters of the Sikong Group. Although his son had been confirmed assassinated early this morning, there was still a contract to be signed with the Sikong family today, requiring his presence. The fact that

he could endure the excruciating pain of losing his son to sign the contract showed just how strong Yun Hongsheng's patience and resilience were. Sitting in his car, he quickly issued several instructions over the phone.

The powerful family network began to activate, and the police system received calls from relevant individuals. Meanwhile, Liu Tiannan, the leader of the Nanlong Gang, also received his call.

Yun Hongsheng understood that some things the police might not be able to do, but the underworld might be able to find out. He didn't want to give up any opportunity to investigate the truth of the murder case. Because from the few words the police had spoken, he understood that this case would probably become a cold case, and the murderer would never be found.

After hanging up, he pulled out another phone, hesitated for a moment, a look of madness flashing across his face, and then pressed the dial button.

The name on that phone was Ouyang Wudi, the current head of the Ouyang family.

[0141] The Ouyang Family

The Ouyang family ranks third among the seven major families in Linhai City. They have been rooted in Linhai City since the late Qing Dynasty. Although they went through turbulent years, after a period of recuperation, the Ouyang family has regained its former glory in recent years.

The foundation accumulated over a hundred years has made the Ouyang family a family that no other family dares to underestimate. It is precisely because of its centuries-old heritage and accumulation that the Ouyang family wields immense power in the military, political, and business spheres.

Over the years, the Ouyang family has intentionally cultivated its own people into these fields. With the support of the family's vast funds and connections, these individuals often rise through the ranks more quickly, acquiring greater power and thus propelling the Ouyang family forward faster.

All of this is mutually reinforcing.

And now, in this very family, the Ouyang family's carefully groomed successor, the grandson of the current patriarch Ouyang Wudi, has been brutally murdered.

Even Ouyang Wudi, a man who has weathered many storms, cannot bear to look at the gruesome sight of his grandson's severed head.

He is furious. For the first time in many years, he feels such intense anger and profound grief.

He feels that someone is challenging the Ouyang family's authority, a blatant provocation.

At this moment, Ouyang Wudi lies in bed, the family doctor having just administered his medication. Yes, he was ill. After learning of the brutal murder of his grandson, he coughed up blood and collapsed.

In the reception room on the other side of his bedroom, his three sons, along with some elders and prominent figures of the Ouyang family, were present. They whispered among themselves, discussing Ouyang Yu's murder and the old man's illness.

No large family remains monolithic forever, especially when faced with the temptation of power. The Ouyang family had existed for over a century, naturally with numerous branches and collateral lines. They were all unwilling to let the eldest branch continue to hold the position of family head, even though it was stipulated in the family rules.

But times were changing; shouldn't some rules change too? Even emperors could be democratically elected, so why should the head of the family be chosen by inheritance? Why not have a democratic election?

Ouyang Wudi was almost eighty years old; he was old, and now he was ill.

This was an opportunity, and everyone had their own thoughts.

The only one who was oblivious was Ouyang Yingliang, the eldest son of Ouyang Wudi and father of Ouyang Yu. The pain of losing his son was more intense than any power. Moreover, he had never been in a position of authority within the Ouyang family; his only solace was his exceptionally promising son.

But now, this future head of the Ouyang family had been brutally murdered.

How could he not be grieving?

Seeing the complex expressions on the faces of his two younger brothers, the elders of the Ouyang family, and his fellow clansmen, he felt even more lost and pained.

Was it right or wrong to be born into the Ouyang family?

Thinking this, he stood up somewhat dazedly, about to walk outside. He wanted to see his son's urn and take one last look at his son's photograph.

"Brother, where are you going?" Just then, Ouyang Yingke, sitting to Ouyang Yingliang's left, said somewhat discontentedly. In such a solemn setting, you just stood up and left like that? What do you take everyone for? Ouyang Yingke thought angrily.

Ouyang Yingliang turned and gave his second brother a deep look, a disdainful sneer playing on his lips. Ignoring his warning, he walked forward aimlessly, wanting to leave this place, this room devoid of any human warmth or kinship.

Ouyang Yingke reached out to stop his elder brother, but was pulled back by his third brother, Ouyang Yingcheng, who shook his head silently.

Seeing Ouyang Yingliang's somewhat distraught appearance, the clan elders didn't intervene. Several elders sighed softly, looking pityingly at this most incompetent member of the Ouyang family.

Some elders even thought maliciously: "How could someone as capable as the Ouyang family head have such an incompetent son? Did he cut corners during the birth? Look at his two brothers, aren't they both more capable than him?"

Ouyang Yingliang's departure didn't attract much attention. In their eyes, Ouyang Yingliang had never existed. Not before, and certainly not after.

Originally, they had a promising son, Ouyang Yu, and everyone was wary of him potentially succeeding as head of the family, which is why they didn't dare to make things too difficult for Ouyang Yingliang. But now?

According to family rules, Ouyang Yingliang had the right to inherit the position of head of the family. But now, who would take him seriously anymore? Thus, the position became highly uncertain.

The third brother, Ouyang Yingcheng, leaned close to his second brother, Ouyang Yingke's ear and whispered, "Don't worry about that good-for-nothing, just let him go."

"But…" Ouyang Yingke hesitated.

Despite his sorrowful expression, he was secretly overjoyed. After learning of his nephew Ouyang Yu's murder, he was first shocked, then overjoyed. He hid it well, always showing only immense pain; who knew the joy in his heart?

Ouyang Yu was dead, and his eldest brother, Ouyang Yingliang, was incompetent. According to family rules, unless he was assassinated, he would definitely be the next head of the family.

How could he not be happy?

However, seeing the complex emotions of jealousy, envy, and hatred in the eyes of so many elders and relatives below, he still felt a little insecure. That's why he wanted to drag his eldest brother along; the three brothers working together would surely be more powerful. Even if he helped his eldest brother ascend to the position, he could still rule from behind the curtain.

Normally, he wouldn't bother with that most incompetent member of the Ouyang family.

He even considered whether he should expel his eldest brother from the family after becoming the head of the clan. Because he did nothing in the family, always eating and drinking for free. Moreover, he had a peculiar hobby: a passion for calligraphy, wasting a considerable amount of high-quality Xuan paper every year. And the old man continued to indulge this pointless hobby of his.

Just as everyone was harboring their own thoughts, Ouyang Wudi's butler, a man in his fifties, quietly entered Ouyang Wudi's bedroom. Seeing that Ouyang Wudi was awake, he approached and respectfully said, "Master, the Yun family is calling. Should we answer?"

"The Yun family?" Ouyang Wudi sat up weakly and asked, "The Yun family is calling?"

"Yes, it's Yun Hongsheng," the butler replied respectfully.

"That kid..." Ouyang Wudi seemed to remember something and said casually.-- 03-20
【0142】The two powerful families

, the Ouyang family and the Yun family, have never gotten along, and there's even some enmity between them. They haven't had any contact for many years, so the sudden call from the Yun family today surprised Old Master Ouyang.

"Yes," the butler nodded, then continued, "Yun Hongsheng's eldest son was also…" He hesitated, then added, "…killed by the same means."

"Ah…" Ouyang Wudi was shocked, taking a long time to recover.

Since he fell ill, to avoid disturbing his rest, the elders' council had decided to stop reporting less important matters to him. While the killing of Yun Hongsheng's eldest son was a major event, it was a happy occasion for the Ouyang family, so Ouyang Wudi was unaware of it until now.

The butler felt it was essential to report this to the old master. Taking advantage of the elders' council meeting in the council hall, he went into Ouyang Wudi's bedroom, just as Yun Hongsheng called.

"Tell me, what happened?" Ouyang Wudi seemed to have considered a possibility, but then shook his head and looked at the butler.

The butler then recounted Yun Bo's death in detail.

Ouyang Wudi was stunned. Having experienced so much, he was still moved when he heard that Yun Hongsheng's son had also been killed in the same way.

Because the death of his own grandson and the death of Yun Hongsheng's son had too many similarities. Both involved bodyguards, a staged car accident scene, and then being tortured to death. In the cruelest part, their heads were cut off and never found.

These two things were too intriguing.

If Ouyang Yu was being hunted down by enemies, what about Yun Hongsheng's son? Was he also being retaliated against by enemies? Did they both offend a common enemy?

That didn't make sense.

If it was a family attack, this person was too audacious. Attacking both the Ouyang and Yun families at the same time, and even leaving no trace after committing the crime, the police still couldn't solve the case.

It's important to understand that the Ouyang family mobilized both the military and the police this time. Moreover, both individuals were cultivated by the Ouyang family and wield real power in both sectors. Even they claim to have found no clues. Isn't that strange?

How powerful must someone be to leave no trace? Could it be the Ding family?

Ouyang Wudi felt this whole affair reeked of conspiracy. If anyone could pull off something like this in Linhai City, only the Ding family currently possessed the power.

But the Ouyang family and the Ding family had no enmity; they even had business dealings. He had heard that the Yuwen family and the Ding family were at odds. If

it wasn't the Ding family, then it must be an outsider…

Ouyang Wudi dared not think further. Sometimes, when too many family interests are involved, he couldn't afford to be careless. Sometimes, a small mistake could lead to the annihilation of a family. Wasn't that the reason the Lu family suffered over a decade ago? Now, looking at the Lu family, where is there any place for them left?

"Answer the call." Ouyang Wudi felt a lump in his throat, pounded his chest, and said in a deep voice.

"Master..." the butler said worriedly.

"Go ahead, I'm fine. I know my old bones." Ouyang Wudi said calmly.

The butler looked at the old man with concern, but Ouyang Wudi waved his hand, so he could only bow and step back. To avoid radiation, Ouyang Wudi's cell phone was placed in a specific area, accessible only to the butler.

As the butler left, a glint of light flashed in Ouyang Wudi's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

A few minutes later, the butler came in with the phone, dialed Yun Hongsheng's number, and after the call connected, he said a few words before handing the phone to Ouyang Wudi.

"Master, Xiao Yun sends his greetings." Yun Hongsheng's heavy, hoarse, and slightly pained voice came from the other end of the line.

Ouyang Wudi and Yun Hongsheng's father were of the same generation, and their feud stemmed from their ancestors. Facing this cunning old monster from the Ouyang family, Yun Hongsheng still showed the respect due to a junior.

"Hehe, good, good," Ouyang Wudi finally smiled, continuing, "So many years have passed, and it's you I'm calling your Yun family now." He sighed softly, a look

of melancholy creeping onto his face.

Yun Hongsheng gave an awkward, dry laugh. When the old man was alive, he and Ouyang Wudi had maintained contact. But for some unknown reason, they suddenly fell out. Over the years, the Ouyang and Yun families had been at odds; even when the old man passed away, the Ouyang family sent a flowerpot, infuriating Yun Hongsheng so much that he smashed it on the spot. But

he had to make this call today.

Firstly, because of his son, and secondly, for the sake of the family's interests. He had been happy for days when Ouyang Yu was killed, but after his son was killed in the same way, he could no longer be happy.

He sensed something was amiss.

Therefore, no matter how deep the hatred between the two families was, he felt it necessary to meet Ouyang Wudi. This old man was a figure in Linhai whose words were considered for days. Having led the Ouyang family for so many years, only that old codger from the Ding family remained of his generation.

"I know about the child's matter," Ouyang Wudi said calmly. "Come on, I'll see you too."

After hanging up the phone, Ouyang Wudi handed the phone to the butler, took a sip of water, and then stared at the butler, asking, "What's the situation outside?"

Outside, naturally, was the council chamber.

The butler leaned forward and whispered, "The eldest young master has returned, it seems he went to the mourning hall. As for the others, they're still discussing it."

Ouyang Wudi sighed deeply in his heart. Although the key point was mentioned lightly, how could he not have guessed? Thinking that he was still alive, yet things had already come to this, he wondered what would happen after his death. Who could control this family?

For over a hundred years, the Ouyang family had developed steadily. Especially under his leadership, it had entered a period of rapid growth. But he would eventually pass away.

Who could take the baton from him? Did the Ouyang family decline after his death?

A crazed killing intent flashed across his face as he thought of this. He had painstakingly nurtured Ouyang Yu, and Ouyang Yu had lived up to expectations. But he had been murdered, which had severed the lifeblood of the Ouyang family.

If Ouyang Wudi found out who was behind this, he would stop at nothing to seek revenge.

At this moment, Ye Fan, the instigator of all these events, had just gotten out of a taxi and was walking towards the school.

[0143] Exploring the Secret

When Ye Fan arrived at the classroom, it was almost time for class. Ye Fan had just reached the classroom door when he bumped into Su Qin, who was just coming out of the classroom.

Ye Fan glanced around and, finding no one outside, immediately rushed over and gave Su Qin a tight hug.Ye Fan glanced around and, finding no one outside, immediately rushed over and gave Su Qin a tight hug.Ye Fan glanced around and, finding no one outside, immediately rushed over and gave Su Qin a tight hug.

Feeling the comfortable sensation emanating from Su Qing's firm yet supple hands, Ye Fan couldn't help but let out a wicked smile.

Su Qing blushed slightly, pushed him away, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then playfully scolded, "You bad boy, what if someone sees us?"

Ye Fan chuckled and said, "It's alright, I've already taken precautions, no one will see us."

Su Qing gently tapped Ye Fan's forehead with her right index finger, asking with a mix of coquettishness and concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"

Ye Fan nodded honestly and said, "Yeah, I've been feeling unwell these past few days. Want you to give me a massage?"

Su Qin rolled her eyes at him, but said with a worried look, "Then how about I ask you to take a few more days off? Your health is very important." Ye

Fan blinked and smiled, "It's okay, now that I see you again, I'll feel better immediately."

Su Qin felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but didn't show it on her face, saying lightly, "Don't try to make up lies to coax me, don't think I believe your nonsense."

Ye Fan chuckled, but suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I missed you, how about we go to your office?" After saying that, he kissed her earlobe.

Su Qin let out a soft moan, her face blushing, but immediately refused, "No, you should go to class." After saying that, afraid of being teased by Ye Fan any further, she rolled her eyes at him and hurriedly left.

Seeing Su Qin's swaying figure and that charming smile as she left, Ye Fan's heart pounded wildly, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. This woman is so alluring, I must find a way to become the class monitor.

Qin Xu had promised to help him gain popularity and become class monitor, right? He should go talk to her. Thinking this, Ye Fan entered the classroom.

The classroom was already full, but there was an empty seat to Qin Xu's left. It was unclear whether no one dared to sit there or if Qin Xu had intentionally shunned it. This little delinquent girl, it was said, had already beaten up several boys who had been peeping at her; she was truly a devilishly charming girl. There

was also an empty seat next to Luo Xueyan at the back. Seeing Ye Fan enter, Qin Xu immediately waved to him. For some reason, Luo Xueyan also looked at Ye Fan, hoping he would sit next to her.

Ye Fan glanced around the classroom, and when he saw Luo Xueyan's gaze, his heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, "Really? Even though I don't like your type, you don't need to seduce me, do you?" Unsolicited favors are always suspicious.

Ye Fan ignored her gaze and went straight to sit next to Qin Xu.

At that moment, Luo Xueyan felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart. She bit her lip tightly, and her expression changed slightly, but she quickly returned to normal. She didn't understand why she had such thoughts, but when she saw Ye Fan sitting next to Qin Xu, and acting so intimately, she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in her heart.

This feeling was very strong, even affecting her own emotions.

A faint sense of loss welled up inside her. She had heard that he was sick again, and she had been quite worried. Now, seeing him so energetic and knowing that he was alright, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease. But then a surge of anger rose up. She had worried about him so much, yet he was flirting with another girl…

That girl wasn't as pretty as her, not as sexy, and her breasts weren't as big as hers. Why wouldn't he sit with her…? Luo Xueyan was a little confused. A deep sense of loss and frustration overwhelmed her, leaving her with no focus. She listened to what the teacher was saying above.

Qin Xu was still wearing a mini-skirt and a tight black leather jacket, looking incredibly sexy. As soon as Ye Fan sat down, he smelled a faint, mature woman's fragrance. This Qin Xu wasn't very old, but the perfume she wore was one favored by women in nightclubs—alluring, seductive, and with a hazy, ambiguous quality.

Ye Fan leaned down and took a deep sniff of her neck, then said with a grin, "It smells so good."

Qin Xu's eyes sparkled, and she asked gently, "Does it smell good?"

Ye Fan nodded honestly and said, "Yes."

"Then do you want to keep smelling it?" Qin Xu asked suggestively.

Ye Fan chuckled and said, "Of course I do."

"Knock, knock, knock..." Just then, three knocks came from the podium. Ye Fan looked up and saw Wang Yan glaring at him angrily, saying, "Students, don't you know it's class time?"

Ye Fan opened his mouth. It was just a few words from Qin Xu, was it really necessary to be so jealous? Women, when they get jealous, it's something else entirely. However, since they were in class, not in her office, Ye Fan held back, thinking he'd make her beg him to "fuck" her later, making her suffer like a slut.

Ye Fan and Qin Xu exchanged a glance, then both slumped onto the desk, pretending to sleep. "Can't we talk? Can't we sleep?"

Wang Yan didn't really care what Ye Fan did in class, as long as he wasn't flirting with other girls in front of her. Besides, a good rest in class meant she'd have time to satisfy herself after class.

Ye Fan, however, wasn't really thinking about sleeping. He continued to exchange glances with Qin Xu, glancing at her white thighs under her miniskirt, then making a gesture. "Let me measure your thighs, okay?"

Qin Xu rolled her eyes at him. How dare this guy be so bold? They were in class! What if someone caught them doing something under the table, especially touching her thighs? What if he couldn't stand it? There was no way to deal with that here.

Ye Fan ignored all that. Seeing that Qin Xu didn't seem to mind, he reached out his hand and gave her an innocent look, as if to say, "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not touching your thighs just to touch your legs. I mainly want to have a deeper understanding of a woman's anatomy."

With this goal in mind, Ye Fan placed his hand on Qin Xu's thigh and gently stroked it, even drawing countless small circles on it with his index finger.

Qin Xu glared at him but didn't stop him. Instead, she sat up a little straighter to make it easier for him to explore and to avoid being seen by others.--

【0144】Exploration Under the Table

Thus, driven by his curiosity about the world of women, Ye Fan's magic hand slid over Qin Xu's fair thighs. A young girl's thighs are so smooth and tender, that soft, delicate skin is like that of a newborn baby. As the exploration deepened, his hand gradually reached the base of Qin Xu's thighs…

Qin Xu blushed. Even though she was usually bold, secretly doing something intimate in front of so many people still made her heart pound. Especially when Ye Fan's hand slipped directly under her mini-skirt, seemingly hooking onto her underwear.

A blush appeared on her face. She bit her lip, secretly shaking her head at Ye Fan, telling him not to continue touching her. But with his serious attitude towards academics and his spirit of exploring the unknown science, Ye Fan's scientific hand couldn't listen. He went straight under her mini-skirt, reaching her mysterious forbidden zone.

At this moment, only a layer of black lace panties separated Ye Fan's fingers from her honeypot. During the previous caresses, Qin Xu's desire had already been aroused. Especially in front of so many people, accompanied by stimulation and primal physical desire, her lower body was already a little wet.

Ye Fan had already felt the gushing heat from Qin Xu's honeypot, winked at her, and suppressed a smile, using his eyes to tell her: "Beautiful lady, you're wet down there."

After conveying his meaning with his eyes, Ye Fan gently poked her with his hand.

Qin Xu gave him a charming glare, but then squeezed her legs together to prevent Ye Fan's hand from going any deeper. After all, they were in class; what if she started moaning in discomfort later?

However, with Ye Fan's caresses, she felt a surge of pleasure and enjoyment, yet instinctively wanted him to continue.

It was a complex emotion. She was afraid of being discovered, yet she wanted to enjoy the same physical pleasure. This feeling, countless times more stimulating than an affair, left Qin Xu completely bewildered.

But since Ye Fan's hand was already inside, he wouldn't pull it out anytime soon. He gently lifted Qin Xu's black lace panties with his thumb and forefinger, then slipped his middle finger inside along the edge, directly touching her vulva.

A trickle of love fluid flowed from her vulva. It was the fluid secreted in the complex pleasure of stimulation and comfort. Qin Xu was slightly excited, but she tried her best to suppress a moan, her lips tightly pressed together, a flush rising on her face.

She clamped her legs tightly together, trapping Ye Fan's hand between her thighs to prevent him from moving. However, she couldn't stop his middle thumb's unrestrained teasing and caressing.

Ye Fan's exploratory desires were too strong; even with her hand clamped, her fingers could still move. To retaliate against Qin Xu, he chuckled and inserted his middle thumb into her vagina, though only a tiny bit.

Qin Xu finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan; the sensation of being penetrated was almost uncontrollable. Although her lips were tightly pressed together, she still let out a sound.

Fortunately, Wang Yan was lecturing, and Qin Xu had intentionally kept her voice as low as possible, so no one could hear. However, the girl in the short-sleeved shirt in the front row turned around and gave them a questioning look. She was met with a fierce glare from Qin Xu.

"No, you're so bad..." Qin Xu wrote a few words on a piece of paper and then pushed it in front of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan propped his head up with one hand and used the other to tease and explore Qin Xu's honey pot. Seeing the note she handed him, he picked up a pen with his left hand and wrote crookedly on it: You mean you want me to take it out?

After writing, he deliberately drew a large question mark and then pushed it in front of Qin Xu.

Qin Xu looked at Ye Fan's writing, but for a long time she didn't know how to answer. To take it out or not to take it out? At this moment, she was extremely conflicted. If she took it out, she felt so empty and lost inside. She longed for his fingers to go all the way in... But if she didn't take it out, how long could she endure it? If she couldn't help but scream out loud, how embarrassing would that be?

At this moment, Qin Xu wished everyone would plug their ears. Then no matter what she and Ye Fan did, they wouldn't hear it. But this thought was just a thought. Even if she was domineering, she couldn't do such a thing.

Conflicted, Qin Xu was very conflicted. Ye Fan's middle finger gently caressed and teased her lips, his gaze on Qin Xu filled with ambiguity.

Qin Xu lay on the table, her face flushed crimson. The pleasurable, itchy sensation in her lower body intensified, causing waves of discomfort. Her honeyed orifice felt so empty and yearning.

After a long while, Qin Xu's desire ultimately overcame her reason. She glared resentfully at Ye Fan, then wrote on the paper: "No."

Ye Fan chuckled, his fingers working even harder. However, he also considered Qin Xu's feelings, so he tried not to tease her most sensitive areas. He only played with her lips briefly, then gently inserted his finger into her honeyed orifice, slowly withdrawing it.

Even so, Qin Xu's lower body leaked a considerable amount of fluid, not only covering Ye Fan's hand but also soaking his underwear.

The classroom was filled with an air of spring, yet someone dared to sit there openly, seemingly waiting for something to happen. Wang Yan was still passionately lecturing, but she was incredibly sexually frustrated, eagerly anticipating the end of class so she could drag Ye Fan to her office for a good time.

So, during the lesson, she kept glancing at Ye Fan. However, she found that he had been sleeping on his desk the entire time, not even glancing at her, leaving her feeling quite disappointed.

In the president's office of the Sikong Group in Linhai City, Sikong Yanran was looking at the news reports. She had been busy with company meetings that morning and only then had time to browse the Linhai news. She saw that Yun Bo, who had caused trouble at her house last night, had been brutally murdered, and the method was exactly the same as Ouyang Yu's.

She was a little suspicious and couldn't help but connect this to Ye Fan.

"I hope they don't find anything out. If it really was Xiao Fan, it would be troublesome if they found out," Sikong Yanran thought with some worry. She didn't care who got killed, and besides, Yun Bo dared to do such a thing to her last night, so it was only right that he was killed. What

she cared about most was Ye Fan's safety. Ye Fan was the most important person in her life, and no matter what she did, she wanted to protect him. Even if he caused a major disaster, she would find a way to fix it. Her only request was that Ye Fan not suffer any injustice.

Even if Ye Fan was truly responsible for this, and they had found out, Sikong Yanran would fight to the death against the Ouyang and Yun families.

[0145] Be my lover .

Ye Fan's hand was still shamelessly thrusting and teasing inside Qin Xu's honeyed orifice. He was lying on the table, unseen by those behind him. However, one person was constantly watching.

For example: Luo Xueyan.

When Ye Fan wasn't sitting next to her, she felt a pang of disappointment and glared at him fiercely. For the entire class, her mind was entirely on Ye Fan.

Luo Xueyan knew she wasn't in love with this man; in fact, she felt a bit of hatred towards him. Yet, she couldn't help but want to see him.

Even if Ye Fan was well-hidden, there were always clues. Especially when someone was staring intently at him.

So, from his body language and Qin Xu's unusual movements, Luo Xueyan noticed something was amiss. She even guessed what the two were doing under the table.

"Shameless..." Luo Xueyan cursed coldly in her heart.

Although she guessed they were secretly doing something naughty, she still didn't look away. So when she vaguely heard Qin Xu's groans, her face grew even colder, but a blush also appeared.

"How shameful! How could they do this?" Luo Xueyan thought angrily.

Ye Fan felt someone was watching him from behind. His hands didn't stop; he turned his head, searching for the gaze that sent a chill down his spine. Behind him, several people were either staring at Wang Yan on the podium, glancing left and right, or drooling over the beautiful women in the room.

At this moment, his gaze finally met Luo Xueyan's.

Their eyes locked, sparks flying. Ye Fan smiled faintly, while Luo Xueyan glared at him coldly, appearing flustered. After a moment of eye contact, she finally dared not look at Ye Fan's lecherous gaze any longer and averted her eyes as if fleeing.

Having finally found the source of his gaze, Ye Fan was completely unconcerned. Although Luo Xueyan was his aunt's friend, and his aunt had even encouraged him to get Luo Xueyan into bed, he simply didn't like girls with such cold personalities.

"Gently, it hurts..." Qin Xu's face was flushed, her brows furrowed with desire, her eyes alluring and seductive. Ye Fan glanced at her, a slight stirring in his heart. This girl was about his age, but she already exuded a captivating charm. Especially those mesmerizing eyes, that expression of intense desire, plus her already fully developed body. If she were any more mature, what would she be like?

If this woman were in ancient times, she would be a traitor like Su Daji, bringing ruin to the country and its people.

This girl, however, possessed an air of dominance and pride, likely learned from her brother, Qin Bin. Upon entering the class, she instantly became the undisputed leader among the women, leading a few equally unruly girls and wreaking havoc.

Several boys dared to challenge Qin Xu's authority, but she quickly dealt with them. Those boys became obedient, always sidling up to Qin Xu, bowing and scraping as they called her "Sister Qin."

At this moment, Qin Xu's eyes shone with allure, her face flushed, indescribably captivating. With Ye Fan's caresses and teasing, she was already wet, her panties soaked through.

"Please let me go… I'll make you feel good later, okay?" Qin Xu felt waves of unbearable tingling; she knew that if Ye Fan continued to caress her like this, she would definitely climax in class. So she wrote on a piece of paper, her face pleading.

Ye Fan knew he still had important things to discuss with her, and besides, this woman was already his. So he withdrew his fingers from under her panties, looking somewhat unsatisfied.

Qin Xu was wet down there, and when Ye Fan's fingers suddenly left, she felt a wave of emptiness and loss. She couldn't help but give Ye Fan a coquettish glare, her eyes telling him: I'll definitely satisfy you properly later.

Ye Fan, taking advantage of the situation, smiled and glanced at the girls under Qin Xu's command, then winked at Qin Xu.

How could Qin Xu not understand his meaning? This guy, it was fine for her to keep him company, but he actually wanted his sisters to keep him company too, he was going too far...

too far... But just thinking about several girls sleeping with him... imagining that scene was very exciting. Her body went limp, she just gave him a coquettish glare, neither refusing nor agreeing.

Ye Fan took the note and wrote on it, "How's it going with my class monitor position?"

"If you agree to be my boyfriend, I'll help you get it done," Qin Xu replied. With her current domineering presence in the class, no one dared to disobey her. Even if someone was dissatisfied or disobedient, they could just be disciplined later.

Ye Fan thought for a moment. That wouldn't do. He couldn't give up the whole forest for one tree. His eyes darted around, and he thought of Liu Qin. He chuckled to himself: He'd use this underworld godfather's daughter as a substitute for now. Anyway, Qin Xu was quite afraid of Liu Qin, and her brother Qin Bin was Liu Qin's subordinate.

"No way, Liu Qin said I should be her little boyfriend. If I agree, won't she find another woman to torture me? How about you become my little lover? Being my lover isn't too bad for you," Ye Fan wrote on the note, then seriously pushed it over.

Qin Xu glared angrily at Ye Fan, almost ready to slam her fist on the table and yell for her friends to beat him up. But seeing Ye Fan's innocent and pure eyes, she was completely defeated. Besides, Liu Qin was a woman she particularly admired; how could she dare to steal Liu Qin's man?

Wait a minute, why would Liu Qin choose this shameless guy as her boyfriend? Liu Qin is a goddess-level figure; would she be interested in this guy? Is he just trying to fool me?

Qin Xu was momentarily indecisive. Remembering how Liu Qin picked her up in her Maserati yesterday afternoon, their relationship seemed more than just casual.

Torn between her goddess and her own thoughts, she finally made her decision. So she wrote on the note: "How about this? You'll be my boyfriend at school, and I'll be your lover outside."

Ye Fan took it, glanced at it, and wrote: "No way. What if Liu Qin finds out? I'll be hacked to pieces! She's the daughter of a mafia boss, after all."

Qin Xu took the note and stared at it for a long time before finally giving in with a helpless sigh: "Fine..." The two words were written heavily, radiating a menacing aura.

And so, the terms were agreed upon with Qin Xu. Qin Xu would then handle everyone in the class. He, on the other hand, only needed to appear on stage on election day.

With Qin Xu's abilities, things shouldn't go wrong, right?--

【0146】Kill

While the two were discussing the details, an operation targeting him was also underway outside the school.

Inside the presidential suite of the Hongsheng Hotel in Linhai City, a bald man in a black Zhongshan suit sat on the sofa, a Cuban cigar between his fingers. A young woman in a red cheongsam poured him red wine. The man's free right hand roamed over the young woman's shapely buttocks, seemingly enjoying himself immensely.

This man was none other than Liu Qing, the eldest son of the Nanlong Gang and Liu Qin's twin brother.

Opposite Liu Qing stood a man with a small braid, also dressed in a black Zhongshan suit. At this moment, the man with the pigtail said respectfully, "Big brother, we've found out who that kid is."

Liu Qing took a puff of his cigar and said slowly, "Oh? Tell me about it."

"This kid's name is Ye Fan. He just arrived in Linhai City this month. He's the nephew of Sikong Yanran, the president of the Sikong Group." The man with the pigtail said in a deep voice, "On the day he arrived in Linhai, he had a conflict with the third brother. He single-handedly took on the third brother's men."

"Hmph, trash." Liu Qing snorted coldly, his face full of disdain. This sentence was clearly directed at his third brother. In his eyes, his third brother, Liu Jun, was a piece of trash, and this idiot even dared to compete with him for the position of leader of the Nanlong Gang. He was too overestimating himself.

"Then why did the old man cut off the five fingers of that trash, the third brother?" Liu Qing asked with a sneer.

This incident had happened two or three days ago. Liu Qing had been spending these days mingling with women in cheongsams, and his men dared not disturb him. It wasn't until last night that he had time to learn about some recent major events within the gang.

Little Braid had reported that Liu Jun, seeking revenge against Ye Fan, led a group of gang members to attack Ye Fan, only to have seven killed and dozens seriously injured on the spot. Given the extent of the damage, Liu Jun only having a finger chopped off was considered a lenient punishment.

Liu Qing frowned slightly; he wasn't concerned about such a major incident within the gang. This incident only showed Liu Jun's stupidity, and after this, he was no longer qualified to compete with him.

His frown stemmed from the fact that Ye Fan seemed quite skilled, managing to injure so many brothers in the gang. This surprised and troubled him.

Liu Qing had a vague impression of Ye Fan. He nodded and continued, "What about Liu Qin?"

Compared to ignoring Liu Jun, he was most concerned about his twin sister. Although there were gang rules that women couldn't inherit the position of gang leader, some things were truly unpredictable. He also sensed his sister's ambition and felt a little apprehensive.

The woman with the braid gave a wry smile and said, "That Ye Fan is Liu Qin's boyfriend."

"Hmm?" Liu Qing's brow furrowed, and he gripped the woman in the cheongsam's buttocks tightly. The woman cried out in pain, her hand trembling, spilling red wine on the table.

"I'm sorry, Brother Qing," the woman in the cheongsam said, her face pale with fright.

Liu Qing was somewhat annoyed and waved his hand, saying, "You can leave now."

The woman in the cheongsam trembled with fear. She knew Liu Qing's temper, and this bottle of red wine cost tens of thousands of yuan, yet she had spilled it on the table. The thought of the punishment filled her with terror.

"You can leave now. This is none of your business," Liu Qing said indifferently.

The woman bowed slightly, tears streaming down her face, and left the room.

Liu Qing stood up from the sofa, pacing back and forth as she muttered to herself, "He injured so many people, and he's Liu Qin's boyfriend. What is Liu Qin trying to do? Is she trying to recruit him, or does she really want a younger boyfriend?"

He took deep drags on his cigarette, his brows furrowed. Ye Fan's skills were so good; if Liu Qin really recruited him, it would be a huge threat to him. Thinking of this, he turned to look at Xiao Bianzi and asked in a low voice, "What did the master say?"

"The master invited the young lady and that boy to our house yesterday for a bowl of hot dry noodles." Xiao Bianzi lowered his head, not daring to look at Liu Qing's cold eyes.

"Hmm?" Liu Qing's brows furrowed even more. What did the old man mean by this? He rarely invited outsiders to his house for meals, especially hot dry noodles.

Anyone invited by the old man to eat hot dry noodles was either already dead or a core member of the gang. The old man was using a bowl of hot dry noodles to understand a person's background and character. And as Liu Qin's boyfriend, Liu Tiannan was determined to use this method to test Ye Fan's motives for approaching Liu Qin and his character.

Now, Liu Qin's intention to recruit Ye Fan was very clear. What would the old man's reaction be?

The old man's reaction was crucial. If they ignored this matter, it would be tantamount to condoning Ye Fan's existence. Wouldn't that mean letting Liu Qin and themselves fight over him?

"Big Brother, Uncle Qi sent a message." The guy with the braids kept his head down, not daring to look Liu Qing in the eye. This message was too important, but his boss was always messing around with women, and he didn't dare disturb him, so he felt very wronged.

Liu Qing glanced at the guy with the braids and said coldly, "What did he say?"

"Kill." The guy with the braids' tone hardened, and he said in a deep voice.

Kill?

Liu Qing was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly a few times, feeling incredibly relieved. It seemed that the old man was ultimately sensible and wouldn't allow such a conflict to arise within the gang. A lot could be gleaned from this one word.

The old man ultimately supported him taking over as gang leader. At that moment, he felt incredibly relieved, and the previous gloom vanished completely.

However, he seemed to remember something, walked closer to the boy with the braid, and said with a faint smile, "Look at me."

The boy's expression changed, but he still raised his head tremblingly.

"Slap..." Liu Qing suddenly raised his hand and slapped the boy across the face.

The boy almost fell to the ground, covering his face but not daring to say a word. Blood trickled from between his fingers.

"Such important information, why are you only telling me now?" Liu Qing's face was icy

. Seeing the boy's fearful appearance, he said coldly, "Such important information, and you're only telling me now? Are you looking for death?" "Boss, I was wrong." The boy covered his swollen cheek and said in a low voice.

Although he received this information a little late, Liu Qing was still filled with excitement. He ignored the boy and paced around the room with his hands behind his back, his expression complex but unable to hide his excitement.

After a long pause, he stopped, turned to look at the boy with the braid, a murderous glint in his eyes, and said coldly, "Gather all the brothers, kill..."--

[0147] A power struggle is brewing

in the Ouyang family's council hall, where a special meeting organized by the elders is underway. The council chairman, Ouyang Wukong, is the eldest son of Ouyang Wudi's second uncle and a cousin of the current Ouyang sect leader.

To balance the interests and delicate relationships among the various branches of the family, the elders' council is generally composed of the eldest sons of each branch. Currently, the family faces the threat of the murder of the designated next sect leader, and Ouyang Wudi is bedridden with a serious illness, on the verge of death. Faced with this crisis, the elders must redefine the rules of the game—

that is, confirm the next sect leader, even if Ouyang Wudi is still alive. This is a right granted to the elders by the family rules, and their only opportunity to exercise that right.

If they don't use their power, it expires. These elders are eager to use this right as much as possible, especially since everyone is currently eyeing that position.

Ouyang Wukong, seated in the chairman's seat, scanned the crowd and coughed heavily. When all eyes were on him, he said in a deep voice, "Brothers, you've all discussed this privately. Now, let's hear your opinions."

The crowd exchanged glances, each with a different expression, but no one spoke first. They were all waiting for a suitable opportunity to speak.

Seeing no one speak, Ouyang Wukong continued, "Why isn't anyone saying anything? Wu Hui, you speak."

Sitting next to Ouyang Wukong was Ouyang Wu Hui, an elder of the Wu generation. He held a high position and great power in the elders' council. He was thin, with a small, eight-pointed beard, and wore a red Tang suit. He appeared frail, but his temper was exceptionally fiery, a fact well-known throughout the family.

He coldly surveyed the meeting hall, then said in a deep voice, "Brother Wudi hasn't spoken yet. Isn't it a bit premature for us to discuss this here?"

Everyone fell silent, and the meeting hall entered a brief silence.

"No regrets, you're mistaken. We're not changing the sect leader right now, but rather preparing for the worst... In case something happens to Brother Wudi, who will lead such a large family? We need to be prepared, and we need to train someone; not just anyone can sit in this position." At this moment, a fat old man named Ouyang Wuyou, sitting in the middle, broke the silence, speaking coldly.

"Even if something happens to Brother Wudi, isn't there still the Elders' Council? What's your hurry?" Ouyang Wukong, sitting opposite Ouyang Wuhui, said sarcastically. After speaking, he looked at everyone and continued, "Article Five of the Ouyang Family Rules states that when the sect leader suffers an accident and there is no heir, the Elders' Council will temporarily take charge of family affairs and train a new sect leader. Has everyone forgotten the ancestral teachings?"

His words fell, and the people in the meeting hall began to whisper among themselves, creating a buzzing sound. Some nodded, some shook their heads. Ouyang Wukong, sitting in the chairman's seat, had a complex expression flash across his eyes.

Having served as president for so many years, he finally had the opportunity to lead the family. How could he not be happy? As long as Ouyang Wufa's proposal was approved today, the elders' council would immediately exercise its power. With a little maneuvering, wouldn't the position of sect leader be a piece of cake?

Even if he didn't become the sect leader himself, arranging a position for his son would be easy, wouldn't it?

Thinking of this, he exchanged a meaningful glance with Ouyang Wufa.

Brother Wufa has always supported me. After I take the position, I will definitely give him a vice-president position. He had already made up his mind.

Amid the commotion, Ouyang Wudi's two sons, the second son Ouyang Yingke and Ouyang Yingcheng, exchanged glances, as well as various glances with the elders who supported them.

As the most likely successor to the position of sect leader, Ouyang Yingke, seeing this situation, was a little impatient, but when he saw Ouyang Wuyou's stern gaze, he swallowed the words that were about to come out.

Inside the council chamber, everyone had their own thoughts. Those with the ability to vie for the position were assessing the situation. Those without the ability were analyzing who would bring them the greatest benefit by taking the top position.

Interests and power are often intertwined. Under such temptation, no one could remain unaffected. While

everyone was still discussing Ouyang Wufang's proposal, Ouyang Wuyou coldly stood up and said, "A truly excellent idea." He glanced back at Ouyang Wukong and continued, "President Wukong wants to become the sect leader, doesn't he?"

Hearing his words, the council chamber erupted in an uproar.

Everyone understood Ouyang Wukong and his group's intentions, but such matters were best kept to themselves, not openly discussed. This Ouyang Wuyou was truly determined to break off all pretense.

Ouyang Wukong's face flushed red, but it immediately darkened, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, staring at Ouyang Wuyou, and sneered, saying, "Wuyou, what do you mean?"

"Hmph, you know the answer yourself," Ouyang Wuyou replied fearlessly. Ouyang Wukong was merely holding the position of chairman; he wasn't afraid.

Sparks flew between their eyes as they locked gazes. Meanwhile, a meaningful smile flickered across Ouyang Yingke's face.

Seeing the situation getting out of control, Ouyang Wuhui slammed his hand on the table, stood up furiously, and roared at everyone, "What's all this noise about? You've turned an elders' meeting into a chaotic mess! Brother Wudi only caught a slight cold, and you're all making a scene!"

He was known for his explosive temper. This little old man, despite his thin frame, had a powerful temper.

For a moment, no one dared to speak.

Ouyang Wukong and Ouyang Wuyou exchanged a glance, both letting out a cold snort and turning their gazes to the side.

"That's right, my father is just temporarily unwell," Ouyang Yingke weakly said.

Ouyang Wuhui turned back and glared at Ouyang Yingke, coldly saying, "You're no better."

Ouyang Yingke blushed, sheepishly turning his head away, but inwardly he sneered: Old man, I'll get you one day. For

a moment, everyone fell silent again.

The situation was somewhat complicated, and no one dared to stand up and express their opinions rashly.

In a secluded house of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Yingliang stroked the urn containing Ouyang Yu's ashes on the table, a tear streaming down his face. His wife, Li Shishi, sat listlessly on the sofa beside him, holding a family photo album in her arms. Her hand caressed her son's picture, her face filled with sorrow and pain.

No matter what was happening outside, only the two of them were immersed in the grief of losing their son.

After a long pause, Li Shishi seemed to have made up her mind. She bit her lip, stood up from the sofa, walked over, and hugged her husband from behind. Her tone had become unusually cold as she said, "Yingliang, why don't we fight for it?"

Hearing his wife's words, Ouyang Yingliang's body suddenly trembled violently.

[0148] Fight for it

?

With what?

Ouyang Yingliang was a man of some talent and artistic sensibility. One could tell from the various traditional Chinese paintings, oil paintings, and calligraphy hanging in his room, and the overflowing bookshelves.

Although he was not influential in the Ouyang family, Ouyang Yingliang was a well-known young talent in the art world. His knowledge, his cultivation, and his paintings were all recognized in the circle. Many people were overjoyed to obtain a piece of Ouyang Yingliang's calligraphy.

This was the eldest son of Ouyang Wudi, a seemingly weak and incompetent artist who had no desire for power or money. However, without the support of the Ouyang family's substantial wealth, Ouyang Yingliang would hardly have achieved what he had today.

His wife, Li Shishi, fell in love with this talented and charismatic man at a poetry reading.

Before their marriage, Li Shishi was a well-known socialite in Linhai. It wasn't that she was promiscuous, nor that no one dared to actually sleep with her. Rather, she was surrounded by many talented young men, high-ranking officials, and wealthy businessmen, frequently attending upscale parties and dances. She

also held a place in the music world. She was a pianist with the Linhai City Music Troupe and a protégé of the nationally renowned musical genius Lang Kong.

An artistic youth and a musical prodigy—a perfect match, a match made in heaven. From their first meeting to falling in love to sleeping together, it only took one night. Then, under the auspices of Ouyang Wudi, they married. That night, they conceived a child, later named Ouyang Yu.

From then on, Li Shishi completely withdrew from the music and social circles, devoting herself to her family. Rumors about Li Shishi still circulated, but she was never seen again.

At this moment, Li Shishi tightly embraced Ouyang Yingliang, a sharp pain piercing her heart. She was already in her fifties, well past childbearing age. She was heartbroken, regretting not having given her husband more children.

She also felt a strong sense of resentment.

Her husband had always been indifferent to power within the family, yet those people still pressured him, even mocking and ridiculing him. If it weren't for the fear of Ouyang Wudi still being alive, they probably would have driven them out of the house long ago.

Therefore, she wanted to fight for it.

How could she fight?

Because her name was Li Shishi.

Ouyang Yingliang turned around and embraced Li Shishi. Gently patting her back, he choked back tears, saying, "Shishi, you know I have no desire for power. Now that Yu'er is gone, what's the use of us fighting for a position? Besides, what do we have to fight for?"

Yes, as the most incompetent member of the Ouyang family, what could she possibly use to fight against those cunning old foxes? He only wished to create a few paintings that would be remembered for generations, and to live a peaceful life with Li Shishi. That would be enough.

"Yingliang, have you forgotten? My name is Li Shishi," Li Shishi choked out silently.

Ouyang Yingliang's face suddenly turned pale, a strange fear creeping into his eyes. He reached out and wiped away Li Shishi's tears, saying painfully, "Shishi, you've done so much for me. I don't want you to suffer anymore. My heart aches for you."

Li Shishi buried her head deeply in Ouyang Yingliang's arms. Over the years, they had loved each other dearly, never even arguing. She understood that her husband loved her deeply, and she loved him just as much.

That's why she wanted to fight for what rightfully belonged to him.

"Yingliang, these originally belonged to Yu'er; we're just taking them back." Li Shishi bit her lip, her tone gradually calming down. "If we don't fight for them, won't the second brother and his gang kick us out of the house once they gain power?"

Ouyang Yingliang trembled slightly, but said somewhat weakly, "Impossible, impossible... I was so good to Yingke when we were little; he wouldn't kick us out..."

But his voice trailed off at the end. What Ouyang Yingke had done to him after growing up had deeply hurt him; he was just seeking some psychological comfort now.

"A wolf in sheep's clothing." Li Shishi's tone had turned icy. In many ways, Li Shishi was much more assertive and decisive than Ouyang Yingliang. If it weren't for Li Shishi, Ouyang Yingliang's life would probably be even more difficult.

"I've already called my brother," Li Shishi continued.

Ouyang Yingliang's expression changed slightly; he wanted to speak, but ultimately remained silent.

Thirty years ago, when Li Shishi married Ouyang Yingliang, her older brother, Li Bing, was just a young man in his early twenties. Who would have thought that twenty years later, he would become the current head of the Li family?

Among the seven major families of Linhai City, the Li family ranks fourth, only after the Ouyang family. However, the way Ouyang Yingliang and Li Shishi slept together back then was somewhat inappropriate, and the family hastily arranged the marriage, leading to a subtle but persistent conflict between the Ouyang and Li families.

Li Shishi's father, in particular, was unwilling to acknowledge Ouyang Yingliang as his son-in-law. Therefore, Li Shishi's contact with her family gradually decreased. Over the years, many people have forgotten Li Shishi's identity.

But regardless, Li Shishi is a member of the Li family. And her elder brother has become the current head of the family."But... even with my brother's support, we still can't fight them." Ouyang Yingliang shook his head helplessly. He knew in his heart how much effort Li Shishi had put into this matter. She hadn't acknowledged her family for twenty years, and it wasn't until her closest brother became the head of the family that they gradually reconnected.

But so many years have passed. Would Li Bing be willing to help his brother-in-law?

Besides, this involves the future interests and development of two families. Li Bing is now the head of the Li family, not just Li Shishi's brother.

"Have you forgotten that we still have a daughter-in-law named Lin Meixin?" Li Shishi continued.

Ouyang Yingliang sighed silently. This daughter-in-law in name only, Ouyang Yu had never taken her seriously. Now that his son is gone, is she still his daughter-in-law?

The Lin family, although just an ordinary family, not even among the seven great families, is still a powerful force. If the Lin family also stood up to support Ouyang Yingliang, wouldn't their strength be even greater?

Seeing her husband remain silent, Li Shishi sighed slightly. She knew that was his personality—indifferent to everything, content with whatever came her way. But sometimes, you have to fight for what you deserve.

So, she steeled herself and said, "Let's go see our daughter-in-law."

Ouyang Yingliang sighed deeply. Since Li Shishi had made her decision, could he object?

The two prepared to see Lin Meixin. At the Ouyang family home, another guest arrived: Yun Hongsheng. However, he arrived quietly and was led into Ouyang Wudi's bedroom by the butler.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan, who was about to finish class, suddenly received a text message on his phone: "I'll pick you up after school this afternoon. I want to...eat you.

" The message was from Lin Meixin.--

【0149】The middle finger raised!

Wang Yan continued lecturing, while Ye Fan and Qin Xu finalized their appointment as class monitor. To satisfy Qin Xu's lustful gaze, Ye Fan slipped his hand back inside her miniskirt, caressing and teasing her through her panties.

Qin Xu's panties were already soaking wet, her eyes filled with seductive allure. She desperately wanted Ye Fan to put his hand inside, but he only touched her soft thighs from outside, completely ignoring her pleading gaze. "

This bastard, he's infuriating! Didn't he see my hint that you could go in? This is driving me crazy! How am I going to get revenge after this?" Unsatisfied, Qin Xu thought to herself, and then her left hand reached down, grabbing Ye Fan's genitals.

Her soft, boneless hand scratched Ye Fan's penis, and Ye Fan, realizing what was happening, stared at her in surprise. This slut actually retaliated against me this way, but I like it.

When he looked at Qin Xu, he saw her face flushed, but her eyes held a playful, ambiguous look. Her soft little hand gently grasped Ye Fan's slightly aroused member, gently stroking it up and down, applying slight pressure and then releasing, simulating the stimulating feeling of his penis entering her honey pot during sex.

Although there were still pants between them, Ye Fan could clearly feel Qin Xu's slightly warm little hand. And because of his caressing of the tender flesh at the base of her thighs, Qin Xu let out a faint, almost imperceptible moan or panting sound. It was truly an endlessly ambiguous and seductive scene. They continued to touch

each other like this!

Qin Xu's mouth gradually opened, her face showing surprise, but even more so, longing. She chuckled and then drew a huge Optimus Prime on the piece of paper.

Qin Xu used the image of a huge Optimus Prime to describe the state of Ye Fan's penis at this moment. After all, they were in a classroom, and Qin Xu's small hands seemed professionally trained; her strength and movements were fluid and effortless. It was unclear whether she'd learned from adult videos or had personal experience.

Under her teasing, Ye Fan's penis swelled visibly. It truly resembled a sturdy pillar, a small tent forming in his pants, which Qin Xu could barely hold.

No wonder Qin Xu looked shocked and eager, her lower body experiencing waves of heat. She fantasized: how enjoyable, how much service, how stimulating it would be to have something so large inside her…

Ye Fan lay motionless, gritting his teeth in anger. Qin Xu's technique was too skillful; she'd made his manhood stand erect in just a few strokes. Although Qin Xu's lower body was already covered in honey-like fluid, wet and sticky, no one could see hers. It was different for him; if he stood up now, he would see an enormous tent prominently displayed between his thighs.

At this moment, he was praying: "Please don't call on me to answer the question, or I'll be in big trouble."

But what he feared most was exactly what happened. Wang Yan, who was already feeling a bit uncomfortable down there and wanted to release her unbearable itching through a passionate lecture, was now experiencing waves of heat. She kept glancing at Ye Fan, who was sleeping on his desk, planning to drag him to her office for a good time after class.

But he didn't even look at her once, and even a glance would have given her a blissful feeling. Her underwear was already wet. Wang Yan was filled with all sorts of fears and thoughts.

To get revenge on Ye Fan, Wang Yan changed the subject, and as class was about to end, she smiled at the students. If you looked closely, you would have noticed a flush on her face.

"Now, who can answer who the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty was?" Wang Yan smiled and scanned the students, finally fixing her gaze on Ye Fan and Qin Xu, who were sleeping on their desks, seemingly up to something. A cold smile flashed in his eyes, then he said, "Let's have Ye Fan answer this question."

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, his hand, which had been under Qin Xu's miniskirt, suddenly stopped. In his surprise, he accidentally pinched the tender flesh at the base of Qin Xu's thigh. Qin Xu winced in pain, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.

At the same time, Qin Xu also shuddered, and his hand involuntarily increased its pressure. Ye Fan's penis was already quite erect. With Qin Xu's forceful pinch, Ye Fan gasped in pain, and cold sweat almost broke out on his forehead.

He finally knew what it felt like to have testicular pain. Although Qin Xu's small hand wasn't actually gripping his testicles, the pain in his penis was transferred to his testicles...

Wang Yan was still waiting for his answer. Seeing that Ye Fan was still sleeping soundly, her smile gradually turned cold. All the students in the class turned their attention to the two of them.

Qin Xu gently, slowly, and carefully removed his hand. A half-smile flashed across his face, making Ye Fan grumble in anger.

But he couldn't stand up; there was a little tent below. If he stood up, wouldn't he give himself away?

So, he could only pretend to be asleep, lying motionless on the table. But remembering Qin Xu's half-smile, he mischievously slipped his hand under her underwear, suddenly inserting his middle finger deep into her honeypot, then quickly pulling it out.

"Ah…" Qin Xu bit her lip tightly, a gurgling sound coming from her throat, clearly about to scream, but forcibly suppressing the pain. She glared at Ye Fan, lamenting inwardly: How shameless this guy is. Was it right or wrong for me to be his mistress?

Seeing Ye Fan's hesitation to stand up, Wang Yan's face grew increasingly grim. Little did she know the pain Ye Fan was in.

"Stand up and answer the question, you idiot…" Luo Xueyan stomped her foot angrily, thinking to herself. But it was too late. Gritting her teeth, she stood up abruptly and looked at Wang Yan, saying, "Teacher Wang, can I answer this question?"

The whole class was a little surprised. The usually aloof and elegant Luo Xueyan was actually standing up to answer a question for Ye Fan? Qin Xu seemed to understand something too, turning back to glare fiercely at Luo Xueyan, then looking at Ye Fan with ill intent.

Ye Fan was in agony. This girl, why did you answer my question? Isn't this making me an enemy?

Wang Yan glanced coldly at Luo Xueyan, then said indifferently, "Sit down. Let Ye Fan answer." After a pause, she continued, "The student in the back, please call Ye Fan."

Ye Fan knew he couldn't keep up the act any longer. He sighed inwardly, then slowly pulled his middle finger out from under Qin Xu's underwear and held it high.

All that could be seen was Ye Fan leaning on the table, his right hand raised high, his middle finger erect, with a few glistening specks hanging from it… 03-20

[0150] Suddenly Fainting:

What's your reaction when someone gives you the middle finger?

No matter how many times Ye Fan and Wang Yan had been intimate, she was still the pampered head of the teaching department. When that incomparable middle finger was raised, especially in front of so many students, Wang Yan was instantly furious.

Ye Fan also had his own unspeakable predicament; with a large tent erected below, how could he possibly stand up? Raising his middle finger was merely a ploy to provoke Wang Yan, hoping to use her anger and murderous intent to subdue his underlings.

However, the effect wasn't very noticeable.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was either fixed on Wang Yan or on Ye Fan; no one paid any attention to the glittering object on his middle finger.

But no one noticed it.

Those closest to him, such as Qin Xu, and not far behind him, including Luo Xueyan, were also present. Upon seeing the glittering object on Ye Fan's middle finger, Qin Xu immediately blushed and lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into a hole.

Luo Xueyan, on the other hand, blushed and stomped her foot angrily, inwardly cursing Qin Xu for his shamelessness.

Wang Yan stepped down from the podium and slowly walked towards Ye Fan. Each step seemed to carry a hint of murderous intent and anger.

Ye Fan sighed inwardly, wishing he could master controlling his underlings. He could let them grow as they pleased, and shorten them as they pleased. Despite his efforts, his erection remained stubbornly erect, and even as Wang Yan drew closer, he felt a strange sense of pleasure. This was

because he wasn't thinking of Wang Yan's anger, but rather the image of her spreading her legs in the office, forcing him to insert his penis. The image was grotesque and infuriating, but it wasn't something he should be thinking about now. As he conjured that image, his penis seemed to swell even more.

He remained slumped over the desk, racking his brains for a solution. With his ear pressed against the desk, he could hear the clatter of Wang Yan's high heels on the floor.

Sometimes, things happen so suddenly that there's no time to react. Wang Yan stood beside Ye Fan, her right hand outstretched, ready to pull him up from his seat.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

Ye Fan suddenly groaned, "I'm dizzy."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body went limp, and he collapsed into Wang Yan's arms. In the instant he collapsed, he said in a voice only Wang Yan could hear, "Carry me out, we'll talk in your office."

At the same time, he secretly winked at Qin Xu.

What the others saw was Ye Fan, pale-faced and seemingly seriously ill, collapsing into the teacher's arms due to exhaustion.

Wang Yan was stunned, but his pale face didn't seem fake. Was he really sick? But what did he mean by that?

Qin Xu, that clever girl, only slightly twitched her eye when Ye Fan collapsed. Seeing Ye Fan's expression, she screamed in perfect unison, "Wow, Ye Fan is sick! Quick, take him to the hospital!"

While shouting, she jumped up and, helping the still-unresponsive Wang Yan, hurriedly helped Ye Fan out of the classroom. She knew perfectly well why Ye Fan was faking illness, so she shielded him with half her body, so the others couldn't see anything amiss.

It wasn't until Wang Yan helped Ye Fan to the office area that she came to her senses. Looking at Ye Fan now, he was already smiling, his eyes open, his face flushed, one arm around her waist, his head resting on her breasts—a far cry from his earlier sick appearance.

"Get up!" Wang Yan released her arm, glaring angrily at Ye Fan. Seeing Qin Xu's smiling face, she said coldly, "This student, you go back first. I'd like to have a chat with Ye Fan."

Qin Xu gave an "oh," then gave Ye Fan a lewd look at his groin before reluctantly leaving with a smug expression.

"Come with me," Wang Yan said, opening the office door, looking around, and then addressing Ye Fan. Even now, she was still completely confused.

Ye Fan followed Wang Yan into her office, closing and locking the door behind him. He then sat down on the sofa with a smile and said, "Teacher Wang, there was indeed a slight emergency just now. I couldn't stand up."

"What happened?" Wang Yan's expression darkened.

Ye Fan grinned mischievously, staring at her slightly parted legs, and said, "When I saw you lecturing up there, I thought of your breasts and your little sister. And then... and then my penis got incredibly hard." Then, he pointed to his penis, which had been gradually softening, and continued, "Tell me, how am I supposed to answer your question with this big tent in my pants?"

Wang Yan looked at Ye Fan suspiciously, then glared at his crotch. She asked with some doubt, "You were really thinking about my... just now?"

"Yes, I remembered that day when you spread your legs, that lewd pose," Ye Fan said seriously, his face radiating an innocent light, like a naive child.

Wang Yan blushed slightly, gave him a coquettish glare, and then asked, "Do you want to keep watching?"

Actually, while lecturing, Wang Yan's body had been burning with heat, and her crotch was already soaking wet. Although this little incident occurred, it didn't affect her acceptance. Otherwise, she would have had to find a way to call Ye Fan to her office without arousing suspicion.

This guy had come to her willingly, and it was because he remembered those wonderful things they had done together. Thinking of this, her body suddenly went limp, and her legs spread even wider, opening further to let Ye Fan see more of what was so beautiful.

He had already been aroused by Qin Xu, and seeing Wang Yan with her legs spread wide, he couldn't help but look over. What he saw almost made him vomit a nosebleed.

This Wang Yan was only wearing very sexy lingerie today. The purple, lace-trimmed panties seemed to have a wet patch in the very center. And clumps of black pubic hair, like a red apricot over a wall, were protruding restlessly from under the purple panties.

This slut, she had been prepared all along, Ye Fan thought to himself. Seeing such a tempting scene, his heart couldn't help but race.

Wang Yan gently swayed her thighs, making her mysterious lower body appear and disappear. She had specially bought a set of sexy lingerie to enhance her intimacy with Ye Fan today.

Since her husband couldn't satisfy her, she'd find someone who could. This guy was exceptionally skilled in bed, making her feel incredibly comfortable, bringing her to multiple orgasms each time. She'd been married to her husband for years and had never reached orgasm. Thinking about this

, she felt like she'd wasted the first half of her life. From now on, she would truly enjoy her sexual happiness.

Ye Fan was unaware that this woman had already set her sights on him…

[0151] Is being a teacher so great ?Chapter 151 "Is it good-looking?" Wang Yan stared at Ye Fan's somewhat longing eyes, teasing him with seductive eyes. Her eyes flickered, and her breathing gradually became heavier.

Ye Fan nodded honestly and said, "Beautiful."

Wang Yan, though almost thirty, was like a blooming, vibrant flower. Her legs were wide open, her black lace panties completely exposed to Ye Fan. A few strands of dark hair peeked out from her damp area, like a woman half-concealing her face, instantly arousing Ye Fan's desire to explore.

As her breathing quickened, her chest heaved, and a blush gradually appeared on her face.

It must be said, Wang Yan was like a ripe red apple, waiting for Ye Fan to pluck it.

Compared to Qin Xu's youthful innocence, Wang Yan was a mature woman. From another perspective, she was also a woman of desire. A

fully ripe woman of desire, having cultivated the art of desire, waiting for the right moment to unleash her full potential.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Wang Yan smiled slightly at him and said, "Wait for me a moment." Then, she stood up, swaying her slender waist like a water snake, and walked into the suite.

Wow, what a slut. Ye Fan thought to himself. He had already guessed Wang Yan's intentions; this woman wanted to try something different.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, Wang Yan came out wearing only a purple lingerie set. It was called lingerie, but it was really just a purple lingerie set with her outer coat removed, but the design had a SM queen vibe. Two strips of fabric hung from the bra, draped over the edges of the panties.

The panties weren't traditional panties either; the strips of fabric hanging from the bra barely covered a woman's most intimate parts, yet were subtly revealed, giving one a feeling of wanting to vomit.

Wang Yan's face was slightly flushed; this was the first time she had dared to wear lingerie in front of a man so boldly. This was the third time Ye Fan had seen her figure, and Wang Yan now displayed an even more alluring beauty.

Ye Fan sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the soft, white breasts beneath Wang Yan's bra, his penis showing signs of erection, and even his heart was racing.

Wang Yan stood not far from Ye Fan and began to dance.

Wearing sexy lingerie and performing a risqué dance was something Wang Yan had been cramming on on the computer for the past few days. Lacking such an environment, she had never had the opportunity to showcase herself before. Having finally broken free of her inner constraints, she completely let go.

Therefore, to further enhance her and Ye Fan's sexual experience, she had crammed on risqué dances. Even Ye Fan hadn't expected that she would actually perform that breathtaking dance from the movie "Hell's Heretic."

Wang Yan imitated the female prisoner in "Hell's Heretic" who had been tortured by several men, slowly crawling on the ground. But then she raised her head, winking at Ye Fan with an incredibly ambiguous look, one hand gently caressing her breasts, letting out low, soft moans.

Then, she stood up, her expression changing again. As if finally crawling out of hell, she faced the sunlight with ecstatic joy, tearing off her bra as if ripping off a wicked shackle and finally gaining freedom.

Tearing off her clothes, freedom forever.

Ye Fan knew that Wang Yan had omitted a scene—the one where hellish messengers whip female prisoners. But judging from Wang Yan's attire today, she clearly wanted to play both a queen and a female prisoner.

But it was fine, he didn't have any BDSM preferences.

At this moment, Wang Yan was completely naked, her face radiating a deep longing and a bright glow. She smiled a little shyly at Ye Fan and asked, "My dance wasn't very good, please don't mind."

"No, no, I don't mind at all." Ye Fan shook his head vigorously. How could such a lively and captivating dance be considered bad? He wished she could dance a few more times, so his heart could open wider. That way, he would master all thirty-six sex positions, including the "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus" and "Old Man Pushing a Cart" positions.

"Then, what are you waiting for…" Wang Yan's charming voice was full of endless temptation. With a soft moan, she stroked her breasts with one hand and her vulva with the other, striking a pose ready to be taken at any moment. "

Come on," she said to Ye Fan with her body.

At this moment, Ye Fan had already been aroused by her beautiful yet stimulating dance and various provocations. Faced with such a mature beauty, legs spread wide, waiting to be penetrated, how could he remain still?

Especially the second one, which gradually swelled up, like a giant dragon about to set out on a campaign, ready to strike at the heart of the enemy.

He stood up, smiled, and walked over, reaching out his right hand to lift Wang Yan's chin, softly laughing, "Little girl, come here, serve your master."

Wang Yan adopted a submissive, servant-like expression, sticking out her tongue and licking her lips, then slowly squatting down, grabbing Ye Fan's pants with both hands, and slowly pulling them down.

"Whoosh..."

Ye Fan's enormous thing sprang out. Proud and imposing, incredibly large.

When Wang Yan saw the swollen second brother, as thick as her own arm, her mouth gaped open, and she gasped. This dragon had already penetrated her honeyed hole twice. But seeing it again today, it seemed to have grown even larger.

She felt an itch down there; she desperately needed this treasure to fill her loneliness and emptiness.

Come on, put it in, let me truly sit on a woman for a while. This was Wang Yan's mood at that moment; her eyes blazed with a delighted green light. It was the excited, joyful light of a hungry wolf encountering a flock of sheep, eager to devour the lambs immediately.

Helping Ye Fan pull down his pants, Wang Yan impatiently grabbed his enormous member, panting heavily, murmuring, "So big! It seems to have grown even bigger..."

"Ye Fan, your thing is so big!" Wang Yan looked up, her gaze filled with coquettish charm and envy. Before Ye Fan could speak, she had already climbed on top of him, extending her bright red tongue to gently lick the head of his penis, making soft, smacking sounds as if she were tasting something delicious.

As his tongue licked her, Ye Fan's body involuntarily shuddered, a powerful wave of pleasure washing over every cell in his body.

Damn, it seems like I've become their tool for sexual gratification... They just lick my little brother whenever they want, are teachers so great that they can call students to their offices to lick their little brothers anytime?

I... but I like being served by you female teachers every day.

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