[Urban] Boundless Eroticism in the Countryside (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 76

But Zhang Yuling's heart was pounding not because of the clothes, but because Zhao Zijie had also bought a lifelike rubber toy and some sex toys. Although she hadn't objected when Zhao Zijie bought them, the thought of him using them against her filled her with dread. Should she refuse or object? "What are you doing?" Just as Zhang Yuling had expected, Zhao Zijie wasn't planning to open the shop today. The moment the door closed, he eagerly began to undress Zhang Yuling. This action startled her, and she quickly broke free.

"Helping you try on your new clothes today,"

Zhao Zijie said, his face a lecherous gleam. "I can do it myself! Stop being so nosy." "As Zhang Yuling spoke, she turned around, lifting her hair. Zhao Zijie, understanding the situation, immediately helped her unzip her dress. Zhang Yuling turned to face Zhao Zijie, letting her long dress slip down to her feet. She wasn't wearing stockings. "Your figure is truly captivating,"

Zhao Zijie said, putting his arm around Zhang Yuling as they walked to the lounge, casually placing the things he'd bought that day on the floor.

"What are you up to now?" Zhang Yuling sat on the edge of the lounge, watching Zhao Zijie select items from the bags. He then took out a leather vest, holding it in his hand and looking at Zhang Yuling. "Helping you put it on,"

Zhao Zijie said, a half-smile on his face. Zhang Yuling stood up, turning her back to Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie skillfully unhooked Zhang Yuling's bra. Zhang Yuling set the slipped bra aside, and then Zhao Zijie put a leather vest around her waist. It was a low-cut corset with a semi-circular underwire supporting Zhang Yuling's breasts, and the back was secured with crisscrossing leather straps.

Then, Zhao Zijie handed Zhang Yuling a leather thong from behind—or rather, leather rope shorts, since the entire pair consisted of only a few straps. Zhang Yuling turned around to face Zhao Zijie. Previously, Zhang Yuling had always changed herself in the restroom before coming out, but this time Zhao Zijie clearly wanted to watch her change. Zhang Yuling's chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Zhao Zijie's eyes were fixed on Zhang Yuling, not on her exposed breasts. While looking into Zhao Zijie's eyes, Zhang Yuling took off her shorts and then put on this leather thong. Several leather straps wrapped around her thighs and waist, just around her private parts and the outer edge of her buttocks. This was different from the open-crotch pants she had worn before; open-crotch pants had folds and openings in the fabric, unlike this one, which exposed everything.

Zhang Yuling turned around, not wanting Zhao Zijie to see her private parts without restraint. Although Zhao Zijie had caressed her before, seeing them like this was a different matter. Zhang Yuling sat sideways on the wooden board at the edge of the lounge, putting on leather fishnet stockings. The leather clothing clung to her body, giving her a feeling of wantonness. Zhang Yuling fastened the four garter belts connected to the vest onto the stockings, then stood up to face Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie seemed satisfied as he glanced at Zhang Yuling up and down. Zhang Yuling involuntarily squeezed her legs together. Zhao Zijie gently lifted Zhang Yuling's chin and then fastened a leather collar around her neck.

Zhao Zijie gently embraced Zhang Yuling, then lightly kissed her chest, slowly moving downwards. He then bit down on a small protrusion on her breast, sucking, biting, and nibbling, sending shivers of pleasure through Zhang Yuling's body. Noticing her arousal, Zhao Zijie released her, letting her sit on the rest room floor. He then removed his shirt, revealing his strong upper body, followed by his trousers and then his shorts. His body was now erect and engorged.

Zhao Zijie climbed on top of Zhang Yuling, who couldn't help but grasp his large penis. At the same time, she was also afraid; if Zhao Zijie broke his promise, she might let him have his way. But this tension only heightened her excitement.

Zhao Zijie's penis rubbed against Zhang Yuling's lower abdomen, occasionally touching her mons pubis. Zhang Yuling knew her lower body was already overflowing with desire. She gripped Zhao Zijie's penis tightly, afraid it might slip out in a moment of passion. Zhao Zijie slightly raised Zhang Yuling's buttocks and smeared her genitals with his hand. Zhang Yuling felt a jolt of electricity throughout her body. Then, Zhao Zijie smeared Zhang Yuling's vaginal fluid on her anus and then rubbed his engorged glans against her anus, coating it with her vaginal fluid.

Zhang Yuling tried her best to relax her anal muscles, cooperating with the entry of Zhao Zijie's glans. Then, just as Zhang Yuling's muscles reached their limit, Zhao Zijie thrust forcefully, exceeding the limit of her muscle expansion. Zhang Yuling let out a scream, a scream of intense pleasure. Zhao Zijie thrust nearly a hundred times. Zhang Yuling had never imagined that the anus could bring such intense excitement. Then, Zhang Yuling felt something hard pressing against her vaginal opening. In her extreme excitement, Zhang Yuling barely opened her eyes and saw that Zhao Zijie was rubbing the rubber penis he had bought that day against her genitals.

Zhao Zijie slowly inserted the rubber penis into Zhang Yuling's vagina. Because it was fake, Zhang Yuling didn't stop him, allowing him to push the fake penis deep inside her. This rubber penis was only about 6 inches in size, of moderate thickness. Zhang Yuling's vagina tightly enveloped the rubber fake penis. The fake penis lacked the heat and elasticity of a real penis, but at this moment, it could completely satisfy Zhang Yuling's long-suppressed desire. At least this way, she could restrain her desire to be filled with a penis. A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: was it Li Tianhua's penis or Zhao Zijie's? Zhang Yuling didn't want to think about it anymore.

The simultaneous assault of the real and artificial penises drove Zhang Yuling even more frenzied than the previous two days. After several orgasms, Zhang Yuling noticed Zhao Zijie slowly withdrawing his large penis from her anus, and the artificial penis also slowly leaving her genitals. Zhang Yuling, with her eyes closed, was enjoying her orgasm, her body radiating a languid feeling after the passionate pleasure. She felt something hot and sticky licking her clitoris. In her hazy state, she knew that Zhao Zijie was licking her genitals. An immense sense of satisfaction completely filled the depths of Zhang Yuling's heart. Zhao Zijie's gentle actions brought her utter satisfaction.

That night, when the dildo penetrated Zhang Yuling's vagina for the second time, Zhao Zijie turned on the vibration switch. Zhang Yuling experienced another wave of intoxicating pleasure. In her extreme confusion, Zhao Zijie placed his large penis near her mouth, and without hesitation, she took it in. This was the first time in her life that Zhang Yuling had sucked a man's penis. When Zhao Zijie's semen ejaculated into her mouth, she couldn't spit it out in time and swallowed almost half of it, with some dribbling from the corners of her mouth. Zhao Zijie was a man of his word; Zhang Yuling and her friends would play this game about once or twice a week, but Zhang Yuling never allowed Zhao Zijie to kiss her, and Zhao Zijie would never penetrate her. Although they all considered it a game, they never let Li Tianhua know.

"Li Tianhua! We need to discuss something. Who should manage our newly opened shop?"

Zhao Zijie had opened a new shop, but it was in another county. "We're almost short-staffed right now, so we might have to hire some local staff," Li Tianhua said after thinking for a while. He had driven Zhang Yuling to the shop on his motorcycle earlier that day and saw Zhao Zijie there, so the three of them chatted. "It would be best to hire local girls, but we still need to have our own staff at the beginning,"

Zhao Zijie said hesitantly. "And they need to be experienced, capable of managing a whole shop," Li Tianhua agreed with Zhao Zijie, wanting to show off his own opinion.

"The girls we have now might not be able to manage the shop yet,"

Zhao Zijie agreed with Li Tianhua's idea, which pleased Li Tianhua. "I'll go then," Li Tianhua volunteered. "But! Your shop's business is just starting to pick up; if you leave, it might not be good." "

Zhao Zijie wasn't very supportive, because the store Li Tianhua managed only started to see improved performance in the last two months." "Then! Only Yuling is left to go." Li Tianhua finally offered his last solution: Zhang Yuling would take over the store.

"No way! It's so far, how can I manage it?" Actually, when Zhao Zijie raised this issue, Zhang Yuling already had a premonition that Zhao Zijie wanted her to go, so she hadn't joined the discussion. She never expected it to actually happen. "Live over there! It's a two-story building; you can stay on the upper floor."

Zhao Zijie wanted to persuade Zhang Yuling to agree. "What about Xiaowen?" After all, Xiaowen was only in junior high school and needed someone to take care of her. Every time she played games with Zhao Zijie, Zhang Yuling was still excited on one hand, but on the other hand, she probably subconsciously felt sorry for Li Tianhua. Even though she kept telling herself that she hadn't done anything wrong and hadn't had sex with Zhao Zijie, playing so much with another man made her tell herself that she couldn't do it again, so Zhang Yuling found an excuse to refuse.

"I can help take care of Xiaowen." Li Tianhua actually helped Zhao Zijie and wanted Zhang Yuling to go to the new store to help out, which made Zhang Yuling feel a little powerless. "It's settled then. If the store is stable, sister-in-law can come back. It's only a few months."

Zhao Zijie took Li Tianhua's opinion as a decision, leaving Zhang Yuling speechless. However, Zhang Yuling found that she didn't actually want to go. After Li Tianhua took the initiative to agree to let Zhang Yuling go, Zhang Yuling had a strange expectation. Having already opened two stores, the newly opened shop was particularly well-equipped. The first floor served as the shop, while the second floor could be used as a residence. The furnishings on the first floor were largely the same, while the second floor had two bedrooms and a living room. The master bedroom was an ensuite, and the other room had a raised floor, resembling a lounge, with a wardrobe inside. There was also a living room and a small kitchen. Zhao Zijie seemed to have spent some money on the decorations, and it felt quite unique. Zhang Yuling liked it as soon as she saw it.

It seemed that Zhao Zijie deliberately chose a Monday to take Zhang Yuling to move in, so that Li Tianhua couldn't go with them. Although she had this idea in her mind, Zhang Yuling didn't say it aloud. Zhao Zijie wanted Zhang Yuling to sleep in the master bedroom, and if she didn't have enough space for her clothes, she could put them in the lounge. Zhang Yuling was very satisfied with the decoration of the master bedroom. The pink walls and the furniture looked quite fashionable. The only thing that didn't feel like a home was that the master bedroom's bathroom was only separated by an extra-large carved glass wall, and the bathtub was a large jacuzzi, making the room look like a suite in a motel.

After Zhang Yuling finished tidying up, Zhao Zijie suggested taking her to buy some daily necessities. They bought nearly three large cartloads of groceries at the supermarket. This shopping trip helped alleviate Zhang Yuling's anxiety about being alone in a new place. Before returning to the shop, Zhao Zijie took her to eat seafood. He drank a few glasses, but Zhang Yuling didn't drink a drop. Back at the shop, they tidied up the groceries and the room, finally settling into their accommodation, but they were exhausted.

"The shop downstairs needs tidying up tomorrow," Zhang Yuling said, sitting on the sofa, rubbing her feet, which were aching from walking all day. "We'll tidy up downstairs after we find a lady,"

Zhao Zijie replied, also exhausted and slumped on the sofa. "Do I have to wear revealing clothes to work here?" Zhang Yuling hadn't asked Zhao Zijie this question. On the other hand, seeing that Zhao Zijie showed no intention of leaving, she was a little afraid he'd stay. So, she initiated a conversation with him, hoping to use the opportunity to get him to go back.

"Not yet, let's do it for a few days first. The rules are different here,"

Zhao Zijie said lazily. "What rules are different?" Zhang Yuling asked curiously. "The revealing clothes aren't worn downstairs, but upstairs,"

Zhao Zijie said with a grin. Hearing his flirtatious tone, Zhang Yuling was certain he wouldn't go back today. "Who cares about you?" Zhao Zijie's bold flirting made Zhang Yuling's heart race. Although she was reluctant to do the same things as in the shop on her first day staying outside,

the feeling here was different from the shop. This was a completely unrestrained space, and she felt much more open. On the other hand, her body seemed to be acting out of control. "Or we could just not wear anything." "

Zhao Zijie is even more outrageous, his words are even more explicit." "If you don't want to wear it, who cares?" Zhang Yuling said irritably, but she knew in her heart that Zhao Zijie would definitely want to have anal sex with her again. This feeling was completely different from before. She didn't have to go home the next day, she didn't have to worry about anything, and the most special feeling was that for the first time in so many years of marriage, she had time to herself, which made Zhang Yuling's defenses particularly weak. "Really? Then I'll take it off."

Although Zhao Zijie said this, he didn't move.

"I'm not going to chat with you! I'm going to take a shower." Zhang Yuling stood up and went into the room, closing the door behind her, but she didn't lock it. Zhang Yuling took off the black dress she was wearing today, the lace skirt, the elastic bodysuit, the clothes she wore when she first started working at the shop, quite revealing. Just as she was about to take off her fishnet stockings, Zhang Yuling noticed that Zhao Zijie opened the door and stood in the doorway looking at her. "What are you going to do?" Zhang Yuling stopped what she was doing and looked at Zhao Zijie. Her heart pounded even harder, but she had no intention of kicking him out. "Watching a beautiful woman undress is truly a pleasure,"

Zhao Zijie said, teasing her instead of answering her question.

While watching Zhao Zijie, Zhang Yuling took off her fishnet stockings, leaving her in only a revealing black lace-trimmed dress. She tossed the stockings onto the bed, ignoring Zhao Zijie, and turned to go into the bathroom. She tucked her hair behind her ear, then removed her bra and shorts. Through the frosted glass of the bathroom, Zhang Yuling knew Zhao Zijie had been in the room. The bathroom door was an unlocked glass door. Zhang Yuling entered the bathtub, and as the hot water splashed on her body, she felt all her fatigue disappear. She felt the bathroom door open, and someone walked in. Without turning around, her heart pounded even harder. Then, a pair of strong arms embraced her from behind, causing her to tremble slightly.

Zhang Yuling's entire body was burning hot. Under Zhao Zijie's caresses, the desire within her was constantly being awakened. Then Zhao Zijie pulled Zhang Yuling's buttocks back, and Zhang Yuling knew what he was going to do.

Zhang Yuling braced her arms against the bathroom tiles, and the water from the showerhead poured over her head, making it a little difficult for her to breathe. Then Zhang Yuling felt Zhao Zijie's large glans rubbing against her anus, and her buttocks automatically responded to Zhao Zijie's movements. When Zhao Zijie's glans pressed into Zhang Yuling's anus, Zhang Yuling cooperated by relaxing her muscles, allowing Zhao Zijie to enter smoothly. After so many experiences, there was no longer any pain, only the feeling of being filled. Then, waves of ecstasy made Zhang Yuling's body convulse continuously, and the stimulation of orgasm made Zhang Yuling moan continuously, but with each moan, she would drink the hot water from the showerhead. Zhang Yuling was somewhat frantic.

Zhang Yuling felt Zhao Zijie's thick penis tremble violently a few times. She knew he had ejaculated. Her anus still greedily sucked at his gradually softening and slowly withdrawing penis. After drying herself, Zhang Yuling went naked to the bedroom. She saw Zhao Zijie lying naked on the bed, leisurely smoking. Zhang Yuling took a white thong from the wardrobe and put it on, then slipped on a white sheer nightgown.

"I rented a new movie, want to watch it?"

Zhao Zijie asked, lying on the bed, as Zhang Yuling finished dressing. "Sure!" Zhang Yuling answered so quickly mainly because she wanted Zhao Zijie to go to the living room to watch it, so she could legitimately ask him to sleep in another room later, preventing him from thinking he could sleep in the same bed with her. "You're not allowed to wear this."

Zhao Zijie got out of bed. He seemed unwilling to put on his underwear, walked over to Zhang Yuling, and reached inside her short nightgown, pulling off her panties as he spoke. "

I'll feel uncomfortable like this," Zhang Yuling said reluctantly. However, the lingering warmth from her orgasm made her restraint weak, and she let Zhao Zijie take them off. The pretty white nightgown she was wearing was practically useless. Three minutes into the series, Zhang Yuling lost interest, as it was essentially pornography. But Zhao Zijie had her on the sofa, and she couldn't immediately refuse to watch. He also turned the volume up very loud, filling the room with the moans of the characters in the film.

Zhao Zijie seemed to know that Zhang Yuling wasn't keen on watching, so he gently placed her hand on his limp penis. Zhang Yuling naturally and gently stroked Zhao Zijie's penis, feeling it begin to swell, which rekindled her still-warm body heat. Zhao Zijie pressed Zhang Yuling's head near his knees. Zhang Yuling knew what Zhao Zijie wanted her to do. She grasped his slightly swollen penis, initially licking the glans with her tongue, then slowly taking the increasingly swollen glans into her mouth. She used the tip of her tongue to probe the cleft at the glans—something Zhao Zijie had taught her, saying it would make a man ejaculate faster.

Zhao Zijie's recovery was astonishing; he immediately became erect again. His hand also reached near Zhang Yuling's anus, his fingers stroking along it, causing her whole body to itch again. Just then, Zhang Yuling heard Zhao Zijie turn off the television. Zhao Zijie led Zhang Yuling back to the room. Zhang Yuling, consumed by lust, didn't consider that Zhao Zijie would likely sleep in the room afterward. Upon entering, she saw Zhao Zijie take out his tools.

Zhang Yuling knelt on the bed, watching Zhao Zijie toss the tools onto it, then climbed onto the bed as well. Zhao Zijie caressed Zhang Yuling's breasts while removing her nightgown, leaving them both naked. Zhao Zijie buried his head in Zhang Yuling's genitals, his tongue penetrating her clitoris, while his large penis was inserted into her mouth. They were in a 69 position. Then, Zhang Yuling felt Zhao Zijie insert beads into her anus. Each time he inserted a bead, Zhang Yuling trembled; this was the first time they had used such beads.

With Zhao Zijie's large penis in her mouth, Zhang Yuling could see his anus. She remembered seeing him with a cone-shaped anal drill, and she recalled the feeling of him inserting it into her anus last time. She frantically grabbed at the bed and picked up the drill. Zhao Zijie turned on the vibrator of the dildo and rubbed it against Zhang Yuling's vagina. Zhang Yuling, in turn, rubbed the drill against Zhao Zijie's anus. Zhao Zijie seemed to know what she was doing and didn't stop her. When he inserted the dildo into her, Zhang Yuling, suppressing her excitement, also inserted the drill into his anus. She felt the penis in her mouth harden even more.

The intense vibrations prevented Zhang Yuling from using the anal drill. She only knew that she had shoved the entire drill into Zhao Zijie's anus. The drill's bottom was recessed and connected to a base, designed to grip the anus, so it remained inside Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie seemed to be deliberately teasing Zhang Yuling, pulling out the beads one by one as she approached orgasm. This meant Zhang Yuling was being attacked from both ends, and even the penis in her mouth was being moved by Zhao Zijie's hips, making her feel as if she were being penetrated by three people simultaneously. The pleasure from her mons pubis to her uterus and the stimulation from her anus to her brain, combined with the large penis deep in her throat, overwhelmed her with orgasm. Her whole body convulsed, and her vaginal fluids gushed out.

Stimulated by the continuous orgasms, Zhang Yuling's body went limp. Then, she felt his large penis being pulled out of her mouth. He then climbed up and knelt between her legs, while the dildo and the aphrodisiac remained inside her. Zhao Zijie spread Zhang Yuling's thighs apart, his body covered in sweat, which had soaked a large patch of the new bed sheet. Zhao Zijie climbed on top of her, sucking on her breasts and biting a small protrusion. The intense tingling and itching from that protrusion made Zhang Yuling writhe. While sucking on her breasts, Zhao Zijie also held the dildo, pulling it out and inserting it again.

Zhao Zijie turned the vibration switch to maximum. Zhang Yuling couldn't withstand the stimulation and let out a series of moans. When Zhao Zijie's mouth bit down on Zhang Yuling's labia, which were stretched open by the dildo, Zhang Yuling's whole body arched. She experienced a stimulation and intense biting pleasure that even Li Tianhua had never felt before. Zhang Yuling felt her uterus contract, and she climaxed again. Zhao Zijie seemed to cherish every last drop of her vaginal fluid.

Zhao Zijie withdrew the dildo. Zhang Yuling's eyes remained tightly closed, still immersed in the intense pleasure. In her hazy state, she felt Zhao Zijie kneel up and spread her thighs apart. A wave of fear washed over her. Zhang Yuling knew what Zhao Zijie wanted to do, but under the intense sensory stimulation, she didn't think about cheating; instead, she wondered if she could really accommodate such a large thing.

Zhao Zijie's large glans rubbed against Zhang Yuling's vulva, covered in her vaginal fluid. He spread her legs wider, forming a starfish shape, and then Zhang Yuling felt his enormous member begin to penetrate. A tearing sensation shot through her lower abdomen. Terrified, she tried to stop him, but with just a gentle thrust, her defenses crumbled, and she took almost half of it inside. When his entire penis was inside her, she felt an overwhelming ecstasy. Completely losing her senses, she was lost in a boundless sea of desire. Her moans turned into screams and cries, her fingers digging deep into Zhao Zijie's shoulder muscles. She experienced a passion she had never known before, and with Zhao Zijie's powerful thrusts, she reached climax after climax, each wave higher than the last.

Zhao Zijie's stamina gave Zhang Yuling an endless pleasure. His enormous member seemed to be breaking through her uterus, relentlessly assaulting the depths of her senses until she fainted. When Zhang Yuling awoke, she found herself embracing Zhao Zijie, both naked. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already 2 AM. She was surprised she had slept so long. Getting up to use the bathroom, she noticed a swelling between her legs, which she knew was caused by Zhao Zijie's large penis. Entering the bathroom, she found a thick, sticky fluid flowing between her legs—a mixture of Zhao Zijie's semen and her own vaginal fluid.

Coming out of the bathroom, she found Zhao Zijie was also awake. She climbed into bed and embraced him, the first time she had ever initiated such a hug. Encouraged by her, Zhao Zijie buried his head in her chest, and Zhang Yuling felt her body begin to boil again. "Yuling! How's the situation at the shop?" "Li Tianhua's voice came from the other end of the phone. Zhang Yuling was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, and Zhao Zijie's penis was thrusting in and out of her vagina. Zhang Yuling suppressed a moan and picked up the ringing phone. It was Li Tianhua's voice.

"It's okay! It's just the beginning." Zhang Yuling barely managed to suppress the urge to moan and keep her tone normal. In fact, Zhang Yuling and Zhao Zijie had spent the last three days in bed together. The shop hadn't even opened. The two of them would have sex as soon as they woke up, and then leave. Even when they were cooking something, they would stick together and eat together. "Has Zhao Zijie gone over?" Li Tianhua seemed to want to find Zhao Zijie, so he asked Zhang Yuling. At that moment, Zhao Zijie was beginning to rape Zhang Yuling with a combination of shallow and deep penetration.

"No...he didn't come...he...he seems to have gone south."

Zhao Zijie's repeated shallow and deep thrusts aroused Zhang Yuling's excitement, making it difficult for her to speak properly. Zhang Yuling glared at Zhao Zijie, signaling him to stop, but Zhao Zijie grinned and increased the pressure. "Well! Okay!" Li Tianhua seemed speechless and was about to hang up. "Ah..." With

Zhao Zijie's increased pressure, Zhang Yuling couldn't help but let out a groan.

"What's wrong?" Li Tianhua hurriedly asked Zhang Yuling on the other end of the phone. "N-nothing...just a mosquito bite." Zhang Yuling was startled and quickly tried to explain. "Well! Okay! Goodbye." Li Tianhua hung up the phone. "Are there mosquitoes that big?"

While teasing Zhang Yuling, Zhao Zijie continued his thrusting. Zhang Yuling had no time to respond and couldn't help but moan softly. Soon, she collapsed onto the bed again. "I'll pick you up again on Monday." The car was almost at the shop Li Tianhua was looking at. Zhao Zijie drove with one hand while keeping the other on Zhang Yuling's thigh, a habit he'd developed while driving. "Okay!" Zhang Yuling saw Li Tianhua's shop in the distance. This was the first time she'd been home in two weeks. After spending three days in bed with Zhao Zijie, it took several more days to get the shop ready. Because they couldn't find any staff, Zhang Yuling was still the only one running the shop. But the work was very easy, as the shop only opened at noon. Zhao Zijie would come over around 7 pm and then close the shop. Zhao Zijie took Zhang Yuling out almost every day, sometimes for night outings, sometimes to hot springs, karaoke, or seafood. Like this morning, he took her to Yangmingshan and they didn't return until evening.

Thinking about bathing in the hot springs with Zhao Zijie, making love in the hot spring bath, and making love in the car during their nighttime outing, Zhang Yuling didn't want to go home because she really didn't know how to face Li Tianhua. "You go in first!" After the car stopped five meters from the shop entrance, Zhao Zijie withdrew his hand from Zhang Yuling's thigh, gesturing for her to go inside first. The shop Li Tianhua was looking at was a container shop with partitions at the front and back. Zhang Yuling entered the shop and found no one there. Feeling a little strange, she lifted the curtain separating the two doors. The sight that met her eyes left her stunned.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yuling screamed, seeing her daughter Xiaoying kneeling beside Li Tianhua, topless and wearing only red shorts. Li Tianhua sat on a rattan chair, his trousers and shorts pulled down to his ankles. Xiaoying was holding Li Tianhua's penis, stroking it while licking it with her tongue. Li Tianhua was sucking on Xiaoru's naked, firm breasts.

"Yuling..." Li Tianhua was startled by Zhang Yuling's sudden appearance and couldn't speak. Xiaoying and Xiaoru were also terrified when they saw Zhang Yuling. The three of them, as if caught in an adultery, hurriedly looked for clothes to put on. "You... how could you do this?" Zhang Yuling rushed forward, angrily hitting Li Tianhua. "Zhang Yuling... Yuling... don't do this." Li Tianhua tried to explain while dodging. "What? You're cheating! She's your daughter! How could you do this?" "Zhang Yuling was both anxious and angry, and hit him even harder." "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Zhao Zijie came in and, seeing Zhang Yuling like this, quickly pulled her away.

"Ask him! What good thing did he do?" Zhang Yuling cried out in anger, pointing at Li Tianhua's nose and cursing. "Li Tianhua! What's wrong? ...Ah...How could you do this! Sigh!"

Zhao Zijie was about to ask Li Tianhua what had happened, but seeing the scene, he immediately understood. "I...sigh..." Li Tianhua seemed speechless, lowering his head and sighing. "Tell me! What are you going to do now?" Zhang Yuling cursed like a shrew. Seeing Zhang Yuling so angry, Xiaoying and Xiaoru hid in a corner, not daring to speak. "Wife! I...I was wrong." Li Tianhua managed to squeeze out a sentence, but Zhang Yuling wouldn't listen to it.

"Zhao Zijie! Take us back." Zhang Yuling grabbed Xiaoying and turned to leave, not even noticing that Xiaoying was only wearing a revealing outfit. She pulled her into Zhao Zijie's car, and they waited by the car for a while before Zhao Zijie arrived. "Why are you still talking to him? What's there to talk about?" Zhang Yuling was still very angry. "Nothing! Nothing. I want Li Tianhua to think it over carefully. I'll take you back."

Zhao Zijie didn't say much, and the car drove towards home.

"Let's go back to the shop. I don't want to go back to that house." Zhang Yuling wanted Zhao Zijie to drive back to the shop. Zhang Yuling didn't want to see Li Tianhua, and she also wanted to ask Xiaoying what had happened. The three of them didn't speak the whole way back, and soon they arrived at Zhang Yuling's place. Zhang Yuling's anger had temporarily subsided, and she kept thinking about how to have a proper talk with her daughter. "Xiaoying, tell Mom, how did this start? How long has it been?" Back home, Zhang Yuling draped a nightgown over Xiaoying's shoulders and sat down in the living room, trying to sound gentle. Zhao Zijie sat down beside her.

"Mom! I! I didn't mean to," Xiaoying said pitifully, which broke Zhang Yuling's heart. "I know, I don't blame you, but you must tell Mom honestly how this happened! Okay?" Zhang Yuling almost burst into tears, her voice choked with emotion. From Xiaoying's words, Zhang Yuling learned that the incident likely began when Li Tianhua went to the second shop. Xiaoying said that she had initially seen Li Tianhua looking at Xiaoru in revealing clothes, her pants bulging, so she joked with Xiaoru, asking her to comfort Li Tianhua. Xiaoru actually did it for him, and from then on, Xiaoru often did this for Li Tianhua. Then one day, Xiaoying said she saw Xiaoru and Li Tianhua actually doing it.

"Then how did you get involved?" Xiaoying's words made Zhang Yuling increasingly alarmed. It turned out it was a prank that started it all, which eased Zhang Yuling's anger towards Li Tianhua somewhat, but she still couldn't let go of his lack of self-control. Xiaoying's next words shocked Zhang Yuling. It turned out Xiaoru worked the early shift, and Xiaoying worked the late shift. Sometimes Xiaoru would stay with Xiaoying, and Li Tianhua mostly only had sex with Xiaoru when both of them were present. But one time, Xiaoru's boyfriend suddenly showed up, startling Xiaoying. She quickly ran inside to call Xiaoru out, but Xiaoru's boyfriend wouldn't leave without seeing what was going on. To help Xiaoru cover it up, Xiaoying lied and said her father was her boyfriend, pretending to help her with sex. This helped Xiaoru out of the situation, but unexpectedly, it turned into a real affair, and the three of them often played together.

"Did you let your father ejaculate?" Hearing this, Zhang Yuling didn't know whether to be angry or sad. She couldn't believe how open-minded young people were these days; it was hard to accept. "No way!" "We've taken all necessary precautions," Xiaoying said casually, not taking it seriously at all. "Doesn't Xiaoru have a boyfriend? How could she..." Zhang Yuling realized she'd asked the wrong question. "That boyfriend is awful. He even tried to sleep with me last time. I told Xiaoru to dump him a long time ago. If she hadn't already found a new boyfriend, she would have already done so." Xiaoying spoke so lightly, which made the mother's heart pound.

"Sister-in-law! Young people are more open-minded these days. We need to adapt,"

Zhao Zijie finally chimed in, somewhat siding with Xiaoying. "Mom! Everyone's like this now. Don't be so old-fashioned," Xiaoying pouted, turning to comfort Zhang Yuling instead. "But! That's your father, not an outsider," Zhang Yuling said helplessly, now seeming to think her anger was an overreaction. "Mom! It's just a little comforting, it's not a big deal." Xiaoying's nonchalant attitude left Zhang Yuling at a loss for words.

"Xiaoying! That's not right. You need to know your limits. What you're doing is causing discord between your parents."

Zhao Zijie's words made Zhang Yuling very grateful. She had always spoiled her daughter, letting her develop as she pleased, but she never expected things to turn out this way. Zhang Yuling felt very sad, and tears streamed down her face. "Mom! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Xiaoying quickly apologized when she saw Zhang Yuling crying, but Zhang Yuling knew that she didn't truly believe her behavior was wrong. "Xiaoying! You have to promise Mom a few things. First, Mom knows what you're thinking. You can do whatever you want before you get married, but not after you get married, okay?" Zhang Yuling suppressed her sadness and calmly reasoned with her daughter.

"Okay! Mom! Don't worry, I've found someone who truly loves me, and I won't do it with anyone else." Xiaoying said happily. Perhaps this was the mindset of the so-called "e-generation." "Second, take good care of yourself and don't get pregnant." "Zhang Yuling must make sure to remind her of this, lest her daughter suffer a great loss," but judging from Xiaoying's expression, Zhang Yuling seemed to be overreacting. "Mom! We already know that." Xiaoying was a little annoyed by Zhang Yuling's gossipy tone. "Third! You're not allowed to let your father touch you again." This was the point Zhang Yuling valued most. "Fine! It's not fun anyway." Xiaoying pouted, and Zhang Yuling knew that if she continued, her daughter would think she was being nagging.

"Alright! The storm has passed."

"No way! And Li Tianhua, it's one thing for Xiaoying to be so young, but he's so old, and he still does this kind of thing. I'll never forgive him." Mentioning this, Zhang Yuling got angry again. "Mom! I'm hungry." Seeing Zhang Yuling's anger rising again, Xiaoying quickly said she was hungry. Zhang Yuling, as her mother, had no choice but to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. Zhang Yuling simply cooked a bowl of noodles for her daughter and Zhao Zijie. While they were eating, Zhang Yuling went into her room to change. After taking off her outer clothes, she realized she hadn't brought any comfortable loungewear, and she hadn't worn any clothes at home for the past few days. So she grabbed a red sheer nightgown and put it on—it was a difficult choice to find one with a lot of fabric.

"Mom! I want to take a shower." Xiaoying wasn't surprised to see Zhang Yuling come out in her nightgown; after all, she wore that every day while working at the fast food stall. Xiaoying called out that she wanted to take a shower. "Go to my room to shower!" Zhang Yuling told her daughter to go to her room to shower. "Yeah! That room even has a jacuzzi."

Zhao Zijie teased Xiaoying, who immediately slipped into the room to see the jacuzzi. "Zhang Yuling thinks it's better for Xiaoying to stay in this shop for now,"

Zhao Zijie said while clearing the table for Zhang Yuling. "I think that's better too." Zhang Yuling

agreed with Zhao Zijie's suggestion; she felt more at ease having Xiaoying by her side.

"Mom! How do I use this?" Zhang Yuling had just finished clearing away the dishes when she heard Xiaoying calling her from the bathroom. "I don't know how to use it either. You have to ask your Uncle Jie." Zhang Yuling went into the bathroom and saw that Xiaoying had already taken off her revealing clothes, and the jacuzzi was filling with water. The last time Zhang Yuling used this jacuzzi, she had used it with Zhao Zijie, and he had always operated it. Zhang Yuling didn't know how to use it either. "Uncle Jie! How do I use this?" Before Zhang Yuling could tell Xiaoying to put on some clothes or find something to cover herself, Xiaoying called out.

"Come on! I'll teach you."

Zhao Zijie came in almost immediately, indicating that he had been in the room for a while. "The switch is here, just press it. This is the water flow intensity."

Zhao Zijie taught Xiaoying how to operate the jacuzzi. Xiaoying was completely naked, but she was very poised and didn't care about Zhao Zijie at all. "

Zhao Zijie!" Zhang Yuling called out, indicating that Zhao Zijie should leave. "Mom! It's okay! Uncle Jie isn't an outsider, he's always watching." Xiaoying spoke up for Zhao Zijie. "You! Aren't you even embarrassed?" Zhang Yuling felt like a fool, and for a moment she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"This bathtub is so big, Mom! Do you want to take a bath together?" Xiaoying said as she picked up the showerhead and sprayed Zhang Yuling and Zhao Zijie. "Xiaoying...you...don't spray." Zhang Yuling hurriedly tried to dodge, but in just a moment, both Zhang Yuling and Zhao Zijie were wet. "Wow! Uncle Jie is wet too." Xiao Ying didn't dare spray Zhang Yuling directly, so she sprayed Zhao Zijie instead. Zhao Zijie pretended to be calm and didn't dodge, even though he was soaking wet. "Anyway, our clothes are all wet, Mom! Let's take a bath together." Xiao Ying threw the showerhead into the bathtub, then pulled the completely soaked Zhang Yuling and helped her take off her pajamas. Zhang Yuling was only wearing revealing clothes.

"Don't do this! Zhao Zijie is here." Although Zhang Yuling had spent countless nights with Zhao Zijie, firstly, Xiao Ying didn't know, and secondly, Zhang Yuling didn't want Xiao Ying to know that she and Zhao Zijie had a relationship. But she was soaking wet and didn't know what to do. "Uncle Jie! Do you want to take a bath together?" Xiao Ying asked Zhao Zijie playfully, then pulled Zhang Yuling into the bathtub with one foot. Zhang Yuling thought that if she was wearing revealing clothes, taking a bath shouldn't let Xiao Ying find out anything. "Okay! Anyway, Zhang Yuling had no choice but to take a bath." Zhao

Zijie quickly took off his clothes and then got into the bathtub. Although the bathtub was large, it became a bit cramped with three people inside.

Zhang Yuling and the other two sat in a triangle. Zhao Zijie turned on the water, and the water flowed, but because the bathtub was too crowded, the flow wasn't very noticeable. "Wow! Uncle Jie, yours is so big!" Xiaoying teased Zhao Zijie without any shyness. "It's alright! How does it compare to your boyfriend?"

Zhao Zijie was quite good at communicating with young people, using their tone. "Much bigger! Uncle Jie! You've seen the biggest one I've ever seen." Xiaoying said as if she were very knowledgeable. "How many have you seen?" Zhang Yuling asked Xiaoying from the side, but Zhang Yuling didn't mean to scold her; she just wanted to know more about her daughter. "Actually, I've seen about seven or eight, on TV! I just watched until I didn't want to watch anymore." Xiaoying also spoke the truth. "Then how many people have you slept with?" Xiaoying's answer immediately aroused Zhang Yuling's imagination.

"I told you I've had seven or eight," Xiaoying pouted as she answered, but this answer left Zhang Yuling speechless. "With so many boyfriends, won't they fight?"

Zhao Zijie watched with amusement. "No way! They're all quite promiscuous themselves anyway." Xiaoying's words seemed to be from a completely different world from Zhang Yuling's. "Mom! Do you think Brother Jie is very big?" Xiaoying seemed to notice that Zhang Yuling was deliberately avoiding looking at Zhao Zijie, and asked this question on purpose. "Hmm!" Zhang Yuling answered reluctantly with a nasal tone. "Uncle Jie! Can I touch it?" Xiaoying actually made this request.

"That requires your mother's permission."

Zhao Zijie had an ambiguous expression, pushing the matter onto Zhang Yuling. "Mom just told me that I can do whatever I want before we get married, right? Mom?" Xiaoying's words were practically a fait accompli, leaving Zhang Yuling speechless, and she could only nod. "Is this the biggest?" Xiaoying squeezed in front of Zhao Zijie and grabbed his penis. After playing with it for a while, she asked him, "It can get even bigger!"

Zhao Zijie said proudly. "How can I make it bigger?" Xiaoying asked, seemingly on purpose.

"You have seven or eight boyfriends, how could you not know?"

Zhao Zijie teased Xiaoying with a laugh. "Mom! Look at Uncle Jie! He's bullying me." Unable to win against Zhao Zijie, the daughter turned to Zhang Yuling for help. "

Zhao Zijie! You're so indecent with a child." Zhang Yuling complained a little. How could he talk to her like that in front of her? She was joking; if he did that, Zhang Yuling would have no influence over her daughter in the future. "Mom! I'm not a child anymore." Xiaoying said indignantly. "Mom knows, it's just that Mom is used to saying that." Zhang Yuling comforted Xiaoying, because Zhang Yuling really didn't mean it that way.

"Uncle Jie! Tell me! Are my breasts bigger or Mom's bigger?" Zhang Yuling asked, but Xiaoying seemed unwilling to give up, dragging Zhao Zijie into it as well. She even puffed out her chest, her firm, perky breasts looking both attractive and alluring. "This…you can't

tell the difference like that," Zhao Zijie said, seemingly afraid of upsetting Zhang Yuling. "I don't care, you have to compare!" Xiaoying persisted, insisting Zhao Zijie answer. "Honestly! It looks like your mom's are a little bigger," Zhao Zijie finally

admitted, unable to resist Xiaoying's insistence. "No way! You can't judge like that! And Mom's wearing revealing clothes, it's not fair!" Xiaoying was unwilling to accept defeat and tried to find a reason to turn the tables.

"Xiaoying! Don't be ridiculous!" Zhang Yuling was both annoyed and amused by Xiaoying's antics. What did breast size have to do with being an adult? "I don't care! Mom! You have to take off your revealing clothes first!" "As Xiaoying spoke, she came over and unhooked Zhang Yuling's bra. Zhang Yuling naturally refused, but Xiaoying insisted on taking off Zhang Yuling's clothes. Finally, she used her killer move. Knowing that Zhang Yuling was ticklish, Xiaoying tickled Zhang Yuling's armpits. Zhang Yuling laughed until she was exhausted, and Xiaoying finally succeeded. "Uncle Jie! Let's have another round." Xiaoying held Zhang Yuling's revealing clothes in one hand, with a victorious posture, and opened her arms, urging Zhao Zijie to have another round.

"I'm really lucky today! But..."

Zhao Zijie crossed his arms, looked at Xiaoying, and gestured towards Zhang Yuling's direction. After Xiaoying took off Zhang Yuling's bra, Zhang Yuling covered her chest with her hands, not because she was afraid of Zhao Zijie seeing, but because she had to be modest in front of her daughter. "Mom! You still want me to..." Xiaoying pretended to tickle Zhang Yuling. "Fine! Fine! I give up." "Zhang Yuling was afraid that Xiaoying was tickling her, so she slowly let go of her hand. However, Xiaoying's fuss had greatly diminished her maternal reserve. 'We're about the same age, but Mommy is probably older.'"

Zhao Zijie examined her closely and still thought Zhang Yuling's breasts were larger. Having Zhao Zijie scrutinize her naked body like this in front of her daughter made Zhang Yuling's face flush again.

"Uncle Jie! Be fair, compare again!" Xiaoying squeezed next to Zhang Yuling, raising her chest to the same height as Zhang Yuling's, so that Zhang Yuling's right breast and Xiaoying's left breast were side-by-side. Zhang Yuling, caught up in Xiaoying's mischief, also wanted to know who was bigger. "Still the same."

Zhao Zijie's answer was discouraging, but Xiaoying persisted. "No! Uncle Jie! Feel it!" Xiaoying said, then took Zhao Zijie's hand and touched her breasts, which were now side-by-side with Zhang Yuling's. "Mommy's bigger." Zhang Yuling wanted to refuse, but Zhao Zijie's other hand automatically touched Zhang Yuling's breast. Zhao Zijie grasped both of their breasts in one hand, playing with them as he spoke.

"Really? Mom! Let me see." Xiaoying said disappointedly, but still unwilling to give up, she snatched Zhao Zijie's hand and touched Zhang Yuling's breasts to see if Zhao Zijie was lying. Zhang Yuling had already become aroused when Zhao Zijie played with her breasts earlier. Now, Xiaoying's hand was on Zhang Yuling's right breast, while Zhao Zijie took the opportunity to caress Zhang Yuling's left breast. The feeling of having her breasts touched by two people at the same time was different from simple caresses; Zhang Yuling's body began to arouse. Suddenly, Xiaoying took a small protrusion from Zhang Yuling's breast into her mouth and sucked hard, while Zhao Zijie also took a small protrusion from Zhang Yuling's other breast into his mouth. The stimulation of having a small protrusion on her breast being sucked by two people at the same time made Zhang Yuling's legs tremble. Zhang Yuling saw that Zhao Zijie's hand was holding Xiaoying's breast, while Xiaoying's hand was in the water. Judging from the movement of Xiaoying's arm, Zhang Yuling guessed that Xiaoying must be holding Zhao Zijie's penis.

Zhao Zijie released Zhang Yuling's breasts with his mouth, then stood up. Sure enough, Xiaoying's hand was still on Zhao Zijie's penis. While sucking on Zhang Yuling's breasts, Xiaoying released her grip on Zhao Zijie's penis and slipped her hand inside Zhang Yuling's panties. When Zhang Yuling realized this wasn't right, Zhao Zijie shoved his large glans into her mouth. Although she and Zhao Zijie were intimate day and night, Zhang Yuling had always refused to let him kiss her, nor had she ever given him oral sex. However, stimulated by her daughter's bold actions and Li Tianhua's actions that day, Zhang Yuling involuntarily began sucking on Zhao Zijie's glans. When Xiaoying's hand caressed Zhang Yuling's mons pubis, Zhang Yuling's excitement reached its peak. Because women understand women better, Xiaoying immediately grasped Zhang Yuling's sensitive spots, and her gentle movements sent waves of excitement through Zhang Yuling.

Zhao Zijie helped Zhang Yuling up, turning her to face the wall. Knowing what Zhao Zijie was about to do, Zhang Yuling instinctively braced herself against the wall. Xiao Ying took the opportunity to pull down Zhang Yuling's panties. Before Zhang Yuling could even understand how things had turned out this way, Xiao Ying's tongue was already licking Zhang Yuling's mons pubis, while Zhao Zijie's glans was inside her anus. The sensation of being attacked from both sides brought Zhang Yuling to a new level of pleasure. Zhao Zijie was very familiar with Zhang Yuling's erogenous zones, quickly bringing her to multiple orgasms. Completely oblivious to Zhang Yuling's surroundings, Xiao Ying inserted a small protrusion from her breast into Zhang Yuling's mouth and then inserted her fingers into Zhang Yuling's vagina, thrusting like a man. Zhang Yuling was completely immersed in the pleasure of sex. When Zhang Yuling woke up in the morning, she found herself sleeping between her daughter and Zhao Zijie, all three of them completely naked. Zhang Yuling got up and saw that the sheets were stained with the stains of all three. She went into the bathroom to wash up, and seeing that the other two were still asleep, she went to the kitchen to prepare food. Zhang Yuling wasn't dressed.

After the previous night's frenzy, clothes were superfluous. As she prepared the food, Zhang Yuling thought about the previous night. The three of them had made love almost all night long. Zhao Zijie seemed to have endless energy, and Xiaoying was incredibly wanton and lewd. She herself seemed to have become a wanton slut. The only thing Zhang Yuling remembered was Xiaoying lying on the bed spread-eagled, Zhao Zijie's penis inserted directly into Xiaoying's vagina, and Zhang Yuling straddling Xiaoying's face, Xiaoying frantically sucking Zhang Yuling's vaginal fluids, while Zhang Yuling and Zhao Zijie embraced and kissed passionately. Last night, Zhang Yuling not only kissed Zhao Zijie passionately, but also let Zhao Zijie's wet, hot tongue enter her mouth. Zhang Yuling brought the food into the room and saw that both of them were awake. Xiaoying was diligently sucking Zhao Zijie's penis, and Zhao Zijie's penis was getting bigger and bigger. Zhang Yuling put the food on the dressing table and climbed into bed. Since that incident, Zhang Yuling had vaguely realized that continuing to be with Zhao Zijie like this might not be good for her daughter's development. This was because Xiaoying had already had a relationship with Li Tianhua, and Zhang Yuling had also had a relationship with Zhao Zijie. Under these circumstances, Zhang Yuling began to be somewhat distant from Zhao Zijie, and Zhao Zijie also vaguely sensed this, but he didn't know how to comfort Zhang Yuling, so he was at a loss for what to do.

Zhao Zijie's relationship with Li Tianhua was originally aimed at Zhang Yuling. Through his persistent efforts, Zhao Zijie finally won her over and was preparing to enjoy the relationship when an unexpected event ruined everything. Zhao Zijie was quite helpless, but the fast food restaurant he opened because of his relationship with Zhang Yuling brought him nearly 200,000 yuan in income, which was some consolation.

Zhao Zijie and Zhang Yuling maintained this ambiguous relationship for some time. Whether Zhang Yuling couldn't refuse Zhao Zijie or for some other reason, she finally took her son and daughter to stay with relatives in another province. Zhao Zijie was inevitably disappointed when Zhang Yuling left. Under these circumstances, Zhao Zijie had no choice but to find someone to manage the shops again. Now, Zhao Zijie owns a pig farm and three fast food restaurants, and he can be said to be making a fortune every day.

Since the pig farm and the fast food restaurant were both being managed, Zhao Zijie was happy to leave those matters alone and began a leisurely life. With this newfound leisure, Zhao Zijie realized that Qingmei Town was truly a place of outstanding people and beautiful women, young and old, each more beautiful than the last. His true nature gradually began to emerge; he found himself increasingly infatuated with the young married women. Whenever he had the chance, he wanted to interact with them and have a sexual encounter with them.

Of course, Zhao Zijie would still visit Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni from time to time, because he felt that Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni were both extremely thirsty and in great need of his comfort. In the rest of the time, Zhao Zijie would set his sights on the young women and mature women in Qingmei Town and begin to live a life of pleasure. Anyway, now that Zhao Zijie had strong financial resources and was free from worries about food and clothing, he could do whatever he wanted.

The only drawback was that Zhao Yunlong and Zhao Zijie had never reconciled. Although Gao Qiujiang and Zhao Ziqi had tried to mediate, Zhao Yunlong seemed to have a grudge against Zhao Zijie and refused to forgive him. This strained relationship between father and son became a source of deep resentment for Zhao Zijie. Fortunately, after Zhao Zijie moved to Qingmei Town, Gao Qiujiang and Zhao Ziqi would visit him, ensuring he didn't lack the warmth of family, which was some consolation. Coincidentally

, next door to Zhao Zijie lived an elderly couple, the husband named Wang Decheng and the wife named Xu Qiaolan, who had moved from the provincial capital. They had two sons in their twenties, each married and established in their own families. The husband owned his own company and frequently traveled, leaving his wife alone in their empty house. Zhao Zijie's mother, Gao Qiujiang, got along very well with the woman and quickly became good friends. Since the woman's son wasn't around, and Zhao Zijie was about the same age as her son, coupled with his charming and eloquent manner, the woman quickly took a liking to him. In that situation, Zhao Zijie somewhat took on the role of her son.

When the weather warmed up, Zhao Zijie would mow the lawn, trim the branches, and do other interesting chores for Wang Decheng and his wife. Almost every day, Zhao Zijie would do housework for her, but he didn't mind. This was because these chores provided him with opportunities to visit Xu Qiaolan and chat with her. She was both charming and sexy, and he was well aware of this, yet he still enjoyed flaunting his allure.

She was about 40 years old, with thick black hair, usually styled in a high bun. When her bright black eyes gazed at Zhao Zijie, it often made him feel uneasy. Her lips were full and red; she was a voluptuous, tall woman, easily over 1.7 meters, with a pair of enviable breasts. She often wore skirts and shorts to flaunt her full hips and long legs. She took great care of herself, paying particular attention to maintaining her figure. She often took long walks every morning and meticulously cared for her hair and manicured nails.

Zhao Zijie admired her long, manicured nails, often painted a bright orange and red. She adorned herself with sparkling earrings and bracelets; she was dazzling, almost overwhelming, especially in front of a twenty-something boy next door. She was a bit too flamboyant, but Zhao Zijie didn't mind. In fact, he somewhat enjoyed the allure Xu Qiaolan exuded in front of him. In fact, Zhao Zijie fell in love with Xu Qiaolan the first time he saw her. Her mature and sexy charm was something that teenage girls lacked, and Zhao Zijie was deeply fascinated by it. Although she was more than 20 years older than Zhao Zijie, she was still the most charming and sexy woman he had ever seen in his life.

On the other hand, she was, after all, a friend of Zhao Zijie's mother and an elder to him. Although Zhao Zijie longed to experience the allure of this mature woman, he knew that if Gao Qiujiang found out, he would be in deep trouble. Zhao Zijie understood this deeply, so he could only secretly love her in his heart. Countless times in his dreams, Zhao Zijie didn't dream of Zhang Yuling, Liu Yuemei, or Wu Ni, but of the voluptuous and charming Xu Qiaolan before him. In his dreams, Zhao Zijie had lost count of how many positions he had used and how many times he had conquered this mature woman.

Zhao Zijie guessed that Xu Qiaolan was unaware that this docile man who constantly doted on her harbored inappropriate feelings for her. Zhao Zijie's desire to conquer her was so intense that he worried Xu Qiaolan might sense it in him. Zhao Zijie hated the reality that he was only around 20 years old, while Xu Qiaolan was close to Gao Qiujiang, making her treat him merely as a junior.

But Zhao Zijie was a man, and to her, his physique was robust enough; his body looked so strong that he should be able to fully satisfy her. Every morning, when Xu Qiaolan went for a walk, Zhao Zijie would lean against the window, watching his beautiful female neighbor leisurely walk out of her house, stretch in the yard, then pass through the back gate, walking along the path to the woods behind the house, watching until her figure disappeared into the depths of the grove. At night, lying in bed, her alluring face and body often floated before Zhao Zijie's eyes. Naturally, she became the object of Zhao Zijie's conquest in his dreams.

Seeing Xu Qiaolan's voluptuous body beneath her clothes, feeling the mature allure she exuded, Zhao Zijie had only one desire: to possess Xu Qiaolan, to kiss her, to kiss her red lips, and to see her breasts—those full, elastic peaks, no less alluring than those of young girls, constantly tempting him, tightly encased in her blouse. Once, while

chatting with Xu Qiaolan, she casually asked if he had a girlfriend. Caught off guard, Zhao Zijie didn't know how to answer. He had been intimate with four women: Liu Yuemei, Wu Ni, Zhang Yuling, and Xiao Ying, but he couldn't say they were his girlfriends, because saying so would leave Xu Qiaolan speechless. Zhao Zijie believed that he must have blushed deeply under Xu Qiaolan's gaze. He nodded, admitting he had a girlfriend. However, he only recounted the story of Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni to Xu Qiaolan, omitting some crucial details. He also changed their names, making them appear as teenagers in their early twenties. His actions towards them were limited to kissing and touching their breasts. He said this to see if Xu Qiaolan would react provocatively after hearing his words. Sure enough, after hearing his explanation

, Xu Qiaolan's dark eyes sparkled with curiosity as she expressed her envy of them, wishing someone would take her to the grove and kiss her. As Xu Qiaolan spoke, her dark eyes narrowed, and her tongue licked her full lips. Seeing the alluring look Xu Qiaolan exuded, whether intentionally or not, Zhao Zijie felt his mouth go dry. In this state, he desperately wanted to take this captivating beauty to the woods behind the house and kiss her passionately.

Just as Zhao Zijie was becoming somewhat aroused by Xu Qiaolan's charm, Zhang Decheng returned home. Hearing Zhao Zijie's words, Zhang Decheng said to Xu Qiaolan, "I didn't realize, little Zhao, you're quite the romantic." At this, Zhang Decheng and Xu Qiaolan burst into laughter, completely disregarding Zhao Zijie's feelings. Zhao Zijie laughed too, understanding the teasing in his words, but secretly wishing he could lock Zhang Decheng in the basement and drag his wife into the woods behind the house to have his way with her.

In truth, Zhang Decheng was a good man, and Zhao Zijie actually had a strong liking for him. However, when Zhang Decheng was away, Zhao Zijie would often spend time alone with his wife. At those times, no one else was present. Zhao Zijie would chat with Xu Qiaolan while mowing the lawn. Sometimes, Xu Qiaolan would light a cigarette, lazily reclining on a deck chair in the courtyard, enjoying the warm spring sunshine while elegantly exhaling smoke.

Xu Qiaolan often wore short skirts that barely covered her buttocks, her full legs exposed in the warm sunlight. Sometimes, Xu Qiaolan would cross her legs, and if Zhao Zijie was lucky, he might even catch a glimpse of her shorts peeking out! Zhao Zijie admired Xu Qiaolan's various colors and styles of shorts in this way. He even suspected that Xu Qiaolan had a special section dedicated to collecting shorts. Because of Xu Qiaolan's relationship with Gao Qiujiang, although Zhao Zijie really wanted to have Xu Qiaolan on his body, he lacked the courage. Under those circumstances, he could only satisfy his desire with his eyes.

He thought that given the relationship between Xu Qiaolan and Gao Qiujiang, Zhao Zijie would never be able to taste Xu Qiaolan's voluptuous body. However, to his surprise, the opportunity came unexpectedly. One afternoon, Xu Qiaolan invited Zhao Zijie to go swimming. Zhao Zijie was more than happy to accept. Under these circumstances, Zhao Zijie and Xu Qiaolan brought their things and went to the edge of a secluded pond behind Qingmei Town. Then, Zhao Zijie squatted down to test the water temperature.

"Is the pool water cold?" Xu Qiaolan asked Zhao Zijie softly, standing behind him. Zhao Zijie nodded, indicating that the water was indeed a bit cold. Then he heard Xu Qiaolan's voice, "I think it should be swimsuit season now, Zijie, what do you think?" Hearing this, Zhao Zijie's heart skipped a beat. It was midday, and the pond was in a rather secluded location, so it was quiet and deserted. What did Xu Qiaolan mean by saying this?

Under these circumstances, Zhao Zijie looked up, still kneeling on the ground. He saw that Xu Qiaolan had changed into a light blue swimsuit. Her full, alabaster breasts nestled within the swimsuit, and her shorts tightly hugged her plump, elastic buttocks. She had a slightly protruding, cute belly, not flat like the bottom of a pot, but soft and round. Xu Qiaolan's outfit looked very sexy, exuding a subtle allure towards Zhao Zijie.

Seeing Xu Qiaolan's round and full breasts tightly wrapped in her clothes, seeing her devilish figure, Zhao Zijie was speechless, almost unable to breathe. In this state, as if summoned by some force, Zhao Zijie stood up. Only then did he realize that a certain part of his body was erect like a spear. And now, he was only wearing shorts; if he stood up like this, it would be rather indecent in front of Xu Qiaolan. In this situation, Zhao Zijie quickly turned around so that it wouldn't be pointing directly at Xu Qiaolan, and so that she wouldn't see his indecent area.

A strange feeling welled up in his heart, making Zhao Zijie say in a hoarse voice, "You look really great, really." "

You think so?" Xu Qiaolan asked. Seeing Zhao Zijie's expression, Xu Qiaolan couldn't help but feel a little amused. She had expected Zhao Zijie's reaction, but seeing his expression still made her excited. Zhao Zijie's behavior showed her that she hadn't lost her youth, and her stunning figure still held appeal for this young man. Seeing Zhao Zijie's expression, Xu Qiaolan became smug. Looking down at

herself, she said softly, "I think I'm too fat. I usually spend a month dieting before the hot season, but I think I must look a little chubby today." As she said this, a shy expression, the kind only a young girl could have, appeared on Xu Qiaolan's delicate face. This made Zhao Zijie's heart flutter again.

"I don't think you look chubby at all. Look at your figure, it's so good!"

Zhao Zijie said, trying his best not to stare at Xu Qiaolan's breasts, which were exuding an alluring aura beneath her clothes. It was too uncomfortable; they were so fleshy, heavy, and round. Zhao Zijie could almost see the tip of Xu Qiaolan's breasts through the thin blue fabric. Between Xu Qiaolan's two snow-white breasts was a deep and hidden valley, wide enough for Zhao Zijie to put his fingers inside. When Zhao Zijie looked up again, he saw Xu Qiaolan staring intently at his swimming trunks, where a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body was hard and erect like a small hammer.

"Zijie, did you put on sunscreen? You'd better put on sunscreen if you don't want to get sunburned." Seeing Zhao Zijie's erect male member, Xu Qiaolan's heart fluttered slightly. But to divert her own attention and Zhao Zijie's, she said those words. After seeing Zhao Zijie make a no-sign, Xu Qiaolan smiled sweetly at him and said, "Zijie, go get my sunscreen and apply it. It's in the package behind that tree." Hearing Xu Qiaolan say this... Although Zhao Zijie was a little reluctant to part with the alluring aura of Xu Qiaolan's voluptuous and mature body, he still nodded and walked behind the tree. As he walked, Zhao Zijie thought to himself, "Damn, Xu Qiaolan looks to be in her forties, but she knows how to take care of herself. Sunscreen, that stuff, I guess only people in the provincial capital use it." Zhao

Zijie forgot that Xu Qiaolan and Wang Decheng had moved from the provincial capital, and Xu Qiaolan was used to city life, so having such things was perfectly normal for her.

Zhao Zijie walked into the woods. As his gaze left Xu Qiaolan's alluring body, tightly encased in her swimsuit, Zhao Zijie felt a slight reduction in the intense erection he had been experiencing. Seeing the package nestled deep within the woods, a thought popped into his head: "Xu Qiaolan has clearly come prepared. Her t-shirt and shorts should be in this package. Perhaps I should pick it up and admire it? This is a perfect opportunity." With this thought, Zhao Zijie couldn't help but feel tempted.

But Xu Qiaolan was nearby. A single glance might reveal his actions. If she discovered him, how could he ever face her again? Thinking this, Zhao Zijie suppressed his curiosity and walked to the package. He opened it and searched for sunscreen. He wanted to find it and return to Xu Qiaolan as quickly as possible. Firstly, he wanted to better admire her full, alluring body; secondly, he didn't want her to suspect what he had done in the woods. As soon as

the package was opened, a faint fragrance wafted out. The contents were neatly arranged, and Zhao Zijie could almost smell Xu Qiaolan's lingering scent. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to something. At the bottom of the package lay a piece of black cloth—a woman's pair of shorts!

This was exactly what Zhao Zijie had dreamed of. Seeing the black cloth lying there quietly, radiating an alluring scent, Zhao Zijie no longer cared whether Xu Qiaolan would discover his actions. In this state, Zhao Zijie grabbed the black cloth that had once tightly wrapped Xu Qiaolan's body and examined it closely. He saw that it was a pair of thin shorts, light and soft in texture, semi-transparent. The shorts were decorated with delicate lace around the edges.

Xu Qiaolan had probably changed out of them after her morning walk and shower and forgotten to put them away. Zhao Zijie carefully unfolded the shorts; the bottom was slightly damp. What was going on? Could it be Xu Qiaolan…? Zhao Zijie turned the shorts inside out, and the sight before him stunned him. The small piece of fabric was covered in a sticky, white fluid. It was probably the nectar secreted by a vigorous, mature woman.

Zhao Zijie brought it to his nose and sniffed. A strong, strange smell emanated from there, somewhat pungent and slightly sour—like fermented cheese. This pungent odor aroused Zhao Zijie, his blood surged, and a certain part of his body became erect. Without thinking, Zhao Zijie pulled down his swimming trunks and slipped his erection over Xu Qiaolan's shorts, beginning to masturbate. He closed his eyes, imagining Xu Qiaolan's large breasts swaying before his eyes.

He didn't last long before hearing footsteps behind him. "Oh, damn it!"

Zhao Zijie hurriedly pulled up his shorts, hearing Xu Qiaolan say, "Zijie, did you find sunscreen?"

Zhao Zijie hurriedly stuffed a part of his body into his shorts, hastily tossing Xu Qiaolan's shorts aside. "Um, yes, I found it, it's here, um..." Zhao

Zijie searched the package for it but couldn't find it. "Zijie, look how clumsy you are, you can't even find a sunscreen."

Zhao Zijie sensed a hint of amorousness in Xu Qiaolan's tone. Then Xu Qiaolan added, "If you'd like, I can put some on your back."

Hearing this, Zhao Zijie's heart skipped a beat. He turned around to look at Xu Qiaolan, who smiled sweetly at him. Then, Xu Qiaolan opened a small pocket on the side of the package, rummaged around for a while, and took out a bottle of feminine wash, saying, "Turn around and bend down, you're too tall."

Zhao Zijie complied. He felt a certain part of his body was too hard, pressing painfully against his clothes. He heard Xu Qiaolan spray liquid onto her palm and apply sunscreen to his back. Xu Qiaolan's hand moved rapidly between Zhao Zijie's shoulder blades, then stroked down to his buttocks. Zhao Zijie was stunned; Xu Qiaolan was touching him. Under these circumstances, Zhao Zijie's lust ignited. Stimulated by this, Zhao Zijie murmured, "Thank you..." Due to excitement and stimulation, Zhao Zijie's voice sounded extremely hoarse. "I'm going to apply it to your shoulders too," Xu Qiaolan said, spraying more lotion onto her palms. Still standing behind Zhao Zijie, she massaged his shoulders and applied sunscreen. Moving her hand down, she touched his biceps: "So strong! You have such beautiful muscles." Zhao Zijie trembled as she kneaded his forearms. Suddenly, Xu Qiaolan's arms wrapped around him from behind, her hands sliding over the peaks of his chest before moving down to his abdomen. "Aunt Xu, I can do this myself, really,"

Zhao Zijie said, trying to control himself. A strange feeling welled up inside him, making his heart pound. "Don't you like this?" Xu Qiaolan asked, abruptly removing her hands from Zhao Zijie's body.

"Aunt Xu, what I mean is, thank you, but I don't know if we should do this."

Although Zhao Zijie felt Xu Qiaolan's gentle and delicate hands remove from his body, causing him a pang of disappointment, he also vaguely sensed that Xu Qiaolan was trying to seduce him. Under these circumstances, Zhao Zijie asked that question to test her.

"What are you doing, Zijie?" Xu Qiaolan began applying sunscreen to Zhao Zijie's stomach again. Her hands, intentionally or unintentionally, rested on his groin, gently stroking it as she asked him in a sweet voice. The fragrance emanating from Xu Qiaolan invigorated Zhao Zijie. "I'm just trying to protect you from the sun," Xu Qiaolan said, her breath sweet as she continued to caress him. Zhao Zijie sensed that Xu Qiaolan's eyes were now filled with seductive allure.

Xu Qiaolan's words and actions further solidified Zhao Zijie's resolve. A strange feeling rose within him, causing him to sway. He tried to lift his buttocks so that Xu Qiaolan's hands could caress a certain part of his body. Sensing the restless emotions surging within Zhao Zijie, Xu Qiaolan knelt down in front of him. Her mouth was only centimeters away from a certain part of his body; Zhao Zijie could clearly feel the hot breath emanating from her mouth. Under these circumstances, Zhao Zijie couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. (
Chapter 77, March 29th

) After glancing at Zhao Zijie, Xu Qiaolan sprayed more liquid onto her hands and continued working on Zhao Zijie's swaying legs. She continued to apply sunscreen to his legs, almost all the way up to his groin, until he was completely covered. Zhao Zijie's eyes were fixed on Xu Qiaolan's breasts, her lips, her hair, and her beautiful eyes. He wanted her to touch him, or for him to touch her. "Do you need me to put oil on you?"

Zhao Zijie asked, for some ulterior motive.

Hearing this, Xu Qiaolan smiled. "You still have a chance, Zijie, but I think I'm done now." Hearing this, Zhao Zijie felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and disappointment crossed his face. If Xu Qiaolan had been willing to let him put oil on her mature body, Zhao Zijie believed that with his skillful seduction, he could have enjoyed the softness and fragrance of her body on this lonely afternoon.

Suddenly, Xu Qiaolan's face showed a strange expression. "How did my underwear end up on the floor, Zijie?" Damn it! He'd completely forgotten to put it back. Zhao Zijie's face flushed red. "Aunt Xu, I...I..."

Zhao Zijie didn't know how to explain; his mind was a mess. Then, he heard heavy breathing and noticed, strangely, that Xu Qiaolan's cheeks were pink, her dark eyes fixed on his erect thighs. "Do you like Zhao Zijie's shorts?"

He heard Xu Qiaolan's tone, which didn't seem to blame him much; on the contrary, there was a hint of seduction in it.

Although Zhao Zijie sensed Xu Qiaolan's intentions, he had done something wrong first, and he had just misjudged Xu Qiaolan's feelings. Under these circumstances, Zhao Zijie could only nod helplessly, "Yes," admitting that he had tampered with Xu Qiaolan's shorts. "Very well, if you like it, I can give it to you," Xu Qiaolan's words startled Zhao Zijie. "Ah, no..."

Zhao Zijie was stunned, almost unable to believe his ears. In this situation, Zhao Zijie subconsciously refused Xu Qiaolan.

Xu Qiaolan's dark eyes stared intently at Zhao Zijie: "But this will bring trouble to both of us, do you understand?"

"Yes."

Zhao Zijie understood what Xu Qiaolan meant by "bringing trouble," and was speechless. "So, please put it back where it is, okay?"

Zhao Zijie did as Xu Qiaolan asked. "Xu Qiaolan, please forgive me, okay?"

Zhao Zijie thought about the consequences if Xu Qiaolan mentioned this matter in front of Gao Qiujiang, and couldn't help but feel scared. In this situation, Zhao Zijie couldn't help but plead with Xu Qiaolan.

"I can forgive you, but you must answer one of my questions truthfully, truthfully." Xu Qiaolan emphasized. "I promise."

Although Zhao Zijie didn't know what question Xu Qiaolan wanted to ask him, he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her say she would forgive him, and quickly assured her. "Every morning when I go for a walk, I know there's always a pair of eyes secretly watching me from behind the window. Is that you?" It turned out Xu Qiaolan already knew. Zhao Zijie had thought his actions were always in secret, and Xu Qiaolan couldn't possibly know. Thinking of this, Zhao Zijie felt ashamed of his own cleverness. "

Yes." Things had come to this point, and Zhao Zijie couldn't deny it. "Why were you spying on me?" Hearing Zhao Zijie's question, Xu Qiaolan's large, watery eyes fixed on him, her gaze impossible to look away from. "Because you're very... very sexy."

Zhao Zijie's voice trailed off, but what else could he say besides that? He couldn't very well openly admit he wanted to sleep with her.

"I'm sexy? Aha." Xu Qiaolan said teasingly. After looking at Zhao Zijie for a while, she suddenly asked, "So, have you ever taken care of yourself?" The implication in Xu Qiaolan's words was clear. "Wh...what?"

Zhao Zijie didn't expect Xu Qiaolan to suddenly change the subject and ask him such a question. Under these circumstances, Zhao Zijie took a step back in surprise. "Tell me if you've ever taken care of yourself. You should understand what I'm saying, right?" Xu Qiaolan's dark eyes were fixed on Zhao Zijie.

"Yes...yes."

Zhao Zijie's voice was weak. He felt as if he were completely naked, exposed to Xu Qiaolan. "You were peeping at my body through the window while taking care of yourself, weren't you?" Xu Qiaolan's words made Zhao Zijie feel utterly ashamed. "Please, Aunt Xu, it's my fault. I shouldn't have done this to you. Please forgive me just this once." Xu Qiaolan seemed not to hear Zhao Zijie's words, muttering to herself, "Oh, did I forget something? Oh, I forgot, didn't I?" Xu Qiaolan was staring at Zhao Zijie's groin. She picked up a bottle of sunscreen and sprayed a large amount onto her palm. Zhao Zijie wondered why she needed so much. Then, with her free hand, Xu Qiaolan began to pull down Zhao Zijie's shorts.

"Zijie, I'm going to do something I think you'll like, but you have to promise me you won't tell anyone, nobody, understand?"

"I understand,"

Zhao Zijie replied. He hadn't expected that just when he was feeling incredibly ashamed and wished he could disappear into a hole, Xu Qiaolan's attitude would suddenly change completely. From her tone, Zhao Zijie vaguely knew that she was about to do what he had been looking forward to for so long. Overwhelmed with excitement, Zhao Zijie let out a short, sharp sound.

Hearing Zhao Zijie's voice and seeing his face slightly flushed with excitement, Xu Qiaolan smiled. She then pulled Zhao Zijie's shorts down to his ankles, revealing a certain part of his body pressed against his stomach, sticking out erect. "Zijie, Zijie…this is so cute! I'm going to put some sunscreen on him, okay?" Upon seeing Zhao Zijie's body, a strange light flickered in Xu Qiaolan's large, watery eyes, and she murmured something to herself.

Hearing Xu Qiaolan's words, Zhao Zijie felt as if he were in a dream. Perhaps Xu Qiaolan's change was too sudden, leaving Zhao Zijie unable to react. In this state, Zhao Zijie nodded like a fool, his eyes gleaming with longing and excitement. Xu Qiaolan grabbed a part of Zhao Zijie's body with one hand, caressing his body and rubbing her oily hands along his skin. Then, looking up at Zhao Zijie, she said, "You've been staring at my breasts all day. Do you want to see them?"

"Yes, please, I want to see them."

Only now was Zhao Zijie slowly getting used to Xu Qiaolan's attitude. Under these circumstances, his lust was aroused again. Hearing Xu Qiaolan's words, Zhao Zijie nodded and spoke his true thoughts. "Pull down my straps, loosen my bra," Xu Qiaolan commanded softly, seeing the excited light in Zhao Zijie's eyes. At the same time, two red clouds rose on Xu Qiaolan's pretty face, making her look even more stunningly beautiful.

Zhao Zijie stretched out his trembling hands and did as Xu Qiaolan asked. Xu Qiaolan's beautiful breasts sprang out from her bra; they were so large, and the nipples on those big, pink peaks were so firm. "Oh, Aunt Xu, you're so beautiful," Zhao Zijie blurted out, seeing that alluring spring scenery that could excite any man and make him want to commit a crime. Hearing Zhao Zijie's words, Xu Qiaolan laughed. "Thank you. I think you'll like what I'm doing for you." Xu Qiaolan gripped Zhao Zijie's penis tightly with both hands and began to thrust. As Xu Qiaolan thrust, Zhao Zijie began to groan softly, pushing his buttocks forward to let his penis in and out of Xu Qiaolan's hands. Xu Qiaolan lowered her left hand and began to caress Zhao Zijie's testicles with her nails. When Xu Qiaolan's other hand caressed him, her nails gently scratched Zhao Zijie.

The sunscreen produced thick, egg white foam, and an irresistible coconut scent permeated the grove. Xu Qiaolan rapidly thrust, giving Zhao Zijie a handjob; the wet, slippery sounds filled the woods. Then Xu Qiaolan said, "So good, such a big, hard cock." Looking up at Zhao Zijie with that smile, Xu Qiaolan said, "You're going to cum, Zijie, you're going to cum on my breasts, right now, Zijie, right now." Xu Qiaolan increased her speed, her hands tightly gripping Zhao Zijie's penis, thrusting deeply. With each thrust, a part of Zhao Zijie's penis would rub against Xu Qiaolan's palm. "Aunt Xu, oh, Zijie's going to cum!" "

Oh...oh..."

Xu Qiaolan murmured as Zhao Zijie ejaculated. Zhao Zijie began to groan calmly, trying his best not to scream. The first spurt of semen splattered all over Xu Qiaolan's breasts. Zhao Zijie whimpered; the pleasure was so irresistible that his knees were so weak with exhaustion that he had to grab onto a small tree to keep from falling. Xu Qiaolan continued to thrust violently, giving Zhao Zijie a handjob until he was completely exhausted. A certain part of Zhao Zijie's limp body was sticky with sunscreen and semen. Xu Qiaolan straightened up and began to wipe Zhao Zijie clean with a towel. "Don't tell anyone a word," Xu Qiaolan said, picking up a part of Zhao Zijie's body and wiping his testicles. "No, never."

"Do you like this?"

"Yes, Aunt Xu, yes," Xu Qiaolan said. "Compared to what we can do, this is nothing!" Xu Qiaolan continued, "Listen, Zijie, I don't want you to masturbate alone, never. Now every drop of your semen belongs to me, understand? If you behave, I'll take care of you." Xu Qiaolan grasped Zhao Zijie's testicles and said, "But on the condition that I trust you, completely. Can I?"

Zhao Zijie told Xu Qiaolan that he would do anything she asked him to do. "Oh, you will, Zijie, you will." Xu Qiaolan let out a lewd laugh and then left. In the first five minutes, Zhao Zijie truly only breathed once. His knees finally gave way, and he landed heavily on the ground. Recalling Xu Qiaolan's laughter, which sounded so wicked, made him tremble. To get Xu Qiaolan's hand to touch that part of his body again, Zhao Zijie would do anything, anything at all. What would Xu Qiaolan make him do?… Zhao Zijie fell into deep thought, but immediately, he felt a surge of excitement. No matter what Xu Qiaolan made him do, he had at least experienced the pleasure of her touching that part of his body and making him ejaculate.

Although he didn't get to taste Xu Qiaolan's beautiful body, Zhao Zijie felt that Xu Qiaolan's simple movements on a certain part of his body gave him a completely different feeling from when he was with Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni. That feeling was so memorable, so exciting. Although he didn't get to taste Xu Qiaolan's beautiful body this time, there would always be opportunities in the future. Thinking of this, Zhao Zijie couldn't help but put away his thoughts, tidied himself up, and went back to his rented place to sleep soundly. Of course, in his dreams, all he could think about was Xu Qiaolan's alluring body and the moving moans and writhing white, tender body of Xu Qiaolan when he conquered her. Because of the scene in his dream, Zhao Zijie couldn't help but ejaculate once again.

In the days that followed, when Zhao Zijie received a call from Xu Qiaolan saying she had some housework for him to do, he was both excited and nervous. He was excited because Xu Qiaolan usually rewarded him with long, slow, and intense caresses until he ejaculated, a way to release a large amount of her vital essence. He was nervous because the "housework" Xu Qiaolan came up with for him was becoming increasingly unusual, often putting him in awkward situations to amuse her. Xu

Qiaolan was quite bored. Indeed, her husband earned a lot of money but often neglected her, busy with his business. Since becoming a housewife and no longer needing to work, a kind of wildness had been lurking within her. She did things that pampered housewives wouldn't even dare to dream of. Yet, there was this seemingly foolish, twenty-something neighbor who constantly hovered around her.

"Aunt Xu?" After maintaining this relationship for about a week, Zhao Zijie finally couldn't contain his inner turmoil and wanted to confront Xu Qiaolan. He felt he absolutely couldn't endure this anymore. Every day he could see Xu Qiaolan's body, see her various alluring poses, but he couldn't have her; he could only rely on her to relieve himself. This was more unbearable for Zhao Zijie than death. Therefore, he finally couldn't help but ask Xu Qiaolan. Because of his anticipation, Zhao Zijie couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm.

Chapter 78

"Yes, Zijie?" Upon hearing Zhao Zijie's words, Xu Qiaolan's large, watery eyes sparkled as she looked at him. "Could you... could we... do something different?"

Zhao Zijie spoke slowly, his mind racing, trying to express himself in a way that wouldn't offend Xu Qiaolan. "Different? What do you mean?"

"I mean, not with your hands, okay? I mean, could you use your mouth? I can't say any more, I'm too scared."

Zhao Zijie was speaking the truth. As the saying goes, the grapes you can't have are the best. That's exactly how Zhao Zijie felt about Xu Qiaolan. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing and upsetting her, which made him lose his composure.

"You want me to use my mouth on you?" Xu Qiaolan interrupted Zhao Zijie. "Hmm, don't you want to?" Seeing that Xu Qiaolan's tone didn't seem to blame him much, Zhao Zijie's courage grew again. Xu Qiaolan smiled at Zhao Zijie, "Zijie, if you want to try me using my mouth to serve you, just ask me and see how I answer."

Zhao Zijie swallowed, "Are you willing to do it?"

"What's the point of saying it? If you don't ask me, do you think I'll give it to you?"

Zhao Zijie's mouth went dry. "Are you willing to serve me with your mouth?" Xu Qiaolan smiled, leaned forward, pulled Zhao Zijie close, and gave him a long, deep kiss. Xu Qiaolan's tongue gradually entered Zhao Zijie's mouth, sliding over his teeth. Zhao Zijie opened his mouth, and Xu Qiaolan's tongue slipped inside. Zhao Zijie took it in and sucked on it. Xu Qiaolan, shirtless, embraced Zhao Zijie as they kissed. Zhao Zijie felt Xu Qiaolan's bare breasts, hot and burning, pressed against his chest. He couldn't help but reach out and caress them. This was something Zhao Zijie had always dreamed of—holding this sexy beauty in his arms, kissing Xu Qiaolan, and caressing her large breasts. Suddenly, Xu Qiaolan pulled away. "No!" Xu Qiaolan said, "I've already taken a huge risk. To satisfy your desires, I've already lost enough—my husband, my reputation. So we can only do this privately, because I'm afraid I can't explain to my husband that I'm satisfying your desires; it's unethical." Xu Qiaolan was actually talking about ethics with Zhao Zijie in a serious tone. "Then why do you still want to fool around with me?"

Zhao Zijie asked curiously. Xu Qiaolan revealed a sly expression. "You're an energetic boy, and I enjoy playing with you. I'm a bad woman; I shouldn't be doing this." Xu Qiaolan paused, staring intently at Zhao Zijie, and said, "If I were to suckle a certain part of your body, the problem would be even more serious. I don't want our relationship to develop to that point, so you can only satisfy yourself this way." Xu Qiaolan sprayed lotion on a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body and began to smear it around. Zhao Zijie was disappointed, but when that warm, pleasurable sensation began to emanate from his inner thighs, his bad mood immediately vanished. This time, Xu Qiaolan didn't suppress Zhao Zijie's excitement. She tried to get him to release quickly, and Zhao Zijie was thus manipulated. After ten minutes, Xu Qiaolan's thrusting became so fast that her large breasts bounced beautifully, completely overwhelming Zhao Zijie. He began to experience extreme excitement. Xu Qiaolan gazed deeply at Zhao Zijie and said, "You know, perhaps you could do something for me to earn a verbal service for you. Are you interested?" "

Yes, yes, yes..." Zhao Zijie screamed. At that moment, a part of Zhao Zijie's body split open, and a stream of liquid gushed towards the ceiling like a fountain, splashing all over Zhao Zijie's chest. Zhao Zijie could barely breathe and tried his best to calm himself down. Xu Qiaolan scooped up some of the liquid and brought it to her mouth. Xu Qiaolan had never tasted Zhao Zijie's life essence before, and Zhao Zijie felt it was incredibly exciting, yet also somewhat bewildering.

Just then, Xu Qiaolan stood up. After looking at Zhao Zijie for a while, Xu Qiaolan took Zhao Zijie's hand and led him out of the room. "Look at my flowers, aren't they beautiful?" Xu Qiaolan asked, pointing to a large field of tulips and marigolds in the distance. Who knew what other flowers Xu Qiaolan had planted? "They look great,"

Zhao Zijie said. "I love my flowers, and I try my best to make them look beautiful," Xu Qiaolan said. "Do you know what you're going to do? Because they really do look beautiful." "They are indeed like that, but even if they've faded and withered, Zhao Zijie would agree with Xu Qiaolan.

'I put in a lot of hard work on these flowers, but every time I step out of my house I see that…' Xu Qiaolan pointed to a house across the street, belonging to an elderly couple, at least in their sixties. They spent 40 hours a week working on their flowerbeds, their yard overflowing with vibrant pink, bright yellow, and deep purple flowers. Xu Qiaolan's flowers were nice, but they couldn't compare to those. 'I don't want my flowers to be inferior; I want you to eliminate this competitor.' '

What do you want me to do?'

'I want my flowers to be the best,' Xu Qiaolan gestured with her head for them to return to the house. Xu Qiaolan led Zhao Zijie to a leather chair and had him sit down. Xu Qiaolan didn't take off Zhao Zijie's shorts, but she still slipped her hand between his parted legs. 'This is your task.' This doesn't sound fun at all. 'You want me to ruin their flowers?'" “

Yes,” Xu Qiaolan’s voice trembled softly as she gently scratched Zhao Zijie’s zipper with her fingernails, making a soft scraping sound that drove Zhao Zijie mad.

“You want me to chop them up?”

“Oh, no,” Xu Qiaolan said, and Zhao Zijie immediately felt relieved. He didn’t have to do such a thing. “If you do, that old woman will suspect me. I know how jealous I am of him. Then they can just buy some new flowers to replace them. No, you have to go further.” Xu Qiaolan’s hand slid up under Zhao Zijie’s shirt, beginning to caress the spot on his breasts. “How do you want me to go further?”

“Poison them. Pour bleach all over the ground, pollute the soil itself. I want my flowers not just to be the most beautiful this year, but forever. Are you willing to do that?” That was utterly insane. How could Zhao Zijie possibly do such a thing? The elderly couple had their lights on all night. They were actually right across the street from Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie didn't particularly like that family; if he got caught, he'd be dead. Even when Xu Qiaolan stroked his lower abdomen with her fingers, Zhao Zijie wouldn't suspect anything. Before he could speak, Xu Qiaolan said, "Before you answer, let's do it once."

Zhao Zijie agreed. Xu Qiaolan took his wrist and placed it on his inner thigh. "Extend your thumb," she commanded. Zhao Zijie did as she said, and it bulged out like a certain part of his body. "Now, Zhao Zijie wants you to know that doing this is worthwhile." Xu Qiaolan looked at Zhao Zijie seductively.

As she spoke, Xu Qiaolan lowered her head to Zhao Zijie's knee, put Zhao Zijie's thumb in her mouth and began to suck on it. She moved her head up and down, her thick black hair cascading down around Zhao Zijie's fist. Her lips tightly held Zhao Zijie's thumb, her tongue swirling inside. It was so moist and warm that Zhao Zijie thought he might scream. It was unbelievable. Throughout the entire process of Xu Qiaolan sucking, Zhao Zijie hadn't even taken a breath. Xu Qiaolan sat up, staring directly at Zhao Zijie, and said, "Imagine if this wasn't your thumb but some other part of your body, what would that feel like?"

"Those flowers are history,"

Zhao Zijie said.

"Okay, but they're still there, so I'm not even going to shake your hand, much less solve your problem. What I can tell you is that if a man solves a problem alone, if it were you, I would know that what's on you belongs to me. Once you've done what I asked, I'll give you an answer you won't believe. Now go home and think carefully about how to complete that task."

Zhao Zijie went out and bought a dozen bottles of bleach, then pulled out some black clothes to wear. Around 3:00 AM, Zhao Zijie's alarm clock beeped, waking him up. Checking the time, Zhao Zijie applied black shoe polish to his face, arms, and legs. He began to doubt whether it was really worth it. At that moment, Zhao Zijie thought about how incredible it felt when Xu Qiaolan sucked on his thumb. If it were a different part of his body, the pleasure would increase 1000 times! What bad luck! Who told Zhao Zijie to find such a flirtatious, sexy, and transaction-obsessed middle-aged woman? Oh well.

Zhao Zijie himself couldn't understand why he had such an impulse. To be honest, Zhao Zijie already had Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni by his side. If he wanted, he could easily have the mother and daughter on his back at any time to satisfy his desires. However, at this moment, Zhao Zijie didn't think about Liu Yuemei, Wu Ni, or Xu Qiaolan's allure. At this moment, they had become the sole focus of his life. Under these circumstances, Zhao Zijie had only one thought in his mind: he had to conquer Xu Qiaolan, he had to make her beg for mercy beneath him. For this goal, Zhao Zijie was capable of anything.

Stepping outside, Zhao Zijie saw that the house was lit, but the surroundings were safe. Who would think that someone would do such a foolish thing? Zhao Zijie carried all the bottles over three times, then sprinkled them on the ground and the flowers. Zhao Zijie was both agile and quiet; it was easy, Zhao Zijie thought. Zhao Zijie almost circled the house once when he caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye. "Stop!"

Zhao Zijie heard the old man yell. He must have seen Zhao Zijie crossing his lawn, and now the old man was charging at him from behind. Zhao Zijie swerved and ran like a madman.

"Oh, damn it, oh, damn it,"

Zhao Zijie gasped, unsure where to go. "Call the police! That's a thief!"

Zhao Zijie heard him shouting, probably at his wife. Damn it! There was nowhere to hide. The woods? Too far. But Zhao Zijie had to go home, wash himself clean, and change his clothes before being caught. The old man unleashed a terrifying curse, and Zhao Zijie saw the lights from the houses on either side of him turn on—so many eyes! Damn it! At the corner of those houses stood a large pine tree. Zhao Zijie lunged forward, nestling under its branches, hoping the old man would return to his house so he could sneak away. But the bastard kept circling. Why wasn't he afraid of a thief?

Then Zhao Zijie noticed the old man was holding a long stick. "Damn it, I'm going to die," Zhao Zijie thought. "I'll die for a mere verbal service." "Old Wang? What's wrong?" In an instant, Zhao Zijie realized it was the voice of one of his neighbors. "A thief. He must be hiding somewhere around here."

"I saw someone run across the street, running in that direction,"

Zhao Zijie's neighbor said, pointing to the small hill. "He was dressed all in black. Was it him?"

"Yes! And his face was black too, but it must be paint or something, because I can see white stripes all over his legs! I'm going to catch this bastard!" With that, he ran off.

Zhao Zijie finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly climbed out from under the tree, crossed two houses, turned a corner, and returned home. He took off his clothes, ran upstairs to shower, and five minutes later, he was clean and tidy. Wearing a white t-shirt and shorts, he came out to watch the commotion with the others. Two police cars were there, along with about 15 of Zhao Zijie's neighbors, including Xu Qiaolan, who was smoking and talking to Zhao Zijie's neighbors…

"What happened?"

Zhao Zijie asked them. "Oh, someone tried to break in, anyway, everyone thinks so," Xu Qiaolan said with a cheerful smile. "Did anyone see the guy clearly?"

Zhao Zijie's neighbor said. "No, he slipped away. What a crazy person, perhaps." “

Perhaps,” Xu Qiaolan agreed, exhaling a puff of smoke into the sky. She glanced at Zhao Zijie, winked rapidly at him, and then slowly licked her lips. Oh, my God.

The police left about 30 minutes later. They didn't find the empty bottles because Zhao Zijie had hidden them under a shrub at his yard. After everyone left, he collected them and put them in a place in another house that wouldn't be found. Safe. The next day, Zhao Zijie waited until he was sure no one was at Xu Qiaolan's house before sneaking over to visit her. Xu Qiaolan seemed to know Zhao Zijie was coming; she was only wearing a light blue swimsuit, Zhao Zijie's favorite style. Zhao Zijie trembled with desire and longing.

“Slept late?” Xu Qiaolan teased. “Very late.” Xu Qiaolan invited Zhao Zijie in and said, “Tell me everything.” "

Zhao Zijie told her everything, and Xu Qiaolan listened attentively. She lit a cigarette and lay lazily on the sofa, her long legs crossed at the knees, revealing a hint of her breasts through her swimsuit. Every time Xu Qiaolan smoked, Zhao Zijie stared at her lips, the cigarette clenched tightly between them, imagining that soon some part of his body would feel the touch of those lips. Zhao Zijie's desire heated up.

"He actually kept a long stick in the house?" This was the only question Xu Qiaolan asked. "Oh, yes, you noticed." Xu Qiaolan smiled and stubbed out her cigarette. "Okay, you've been through a lot of bad luck, and I hope you think it was worth it."

Zhao Zijie's hands began to tremble. "You mean, you're willing?" The thought of some part of his body enjoying Xu Qiaolan's oral service made Zhao Zijie even more excited. "Give you oral service? Offer your head? Suck some part of your body?" Xu Qiaolan stood up and walked towards Zhao Zijie.

"Suck a certain part of your body, a certain part of your beautiful body? Yes, I think you've earned these. If you spend them all, maybe I'll give you other surprises. Take off your shorts, Zijie." Xu Qiaolan smiled and looked at Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie took off his shorts, and Xu Qiaolan unbuttoned her swimsuit and threw it aside, so that Zhao Zijie could admire Xu Qiaolan's large breasts and the nipple on her brown breasts. Xu Qiaolan walked to the side of the table and picked up a small cylinder. Xu Qiaolan unscrewed it; it was a tube of lipstick. Xu Qiaolan walked to the mirror hanging on the wall and carefully applied the bright red lipstick to her lips. After applying it, Xu Qiaolan walked over to Zhao Zijie and knelt between his legs. Xu Qiaolan gently pulled a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body to Xu Qiaolan's red, shiny lips, and then Xu Qiaolan said, "Hold on, Zijie." Xu Qiaolan slid her tongue from the base of a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body to the head. When she reached the head of that part, she circled and rolled her tongue around it, over and over again. Then, she swallowed that part of Zhao Zijie's body deeply into her throat, and began to slide her head back and forth so that the part could move freely in and out of her mouth. Zhao Zijie's breathing suddenly stopped, and unconsciously, he began to push his buttocks forward rapidly.

After a while, Xu Qiaolan's tongue began licking various parts of Zhao Zijie's body again. She thrust rapidly, licking up and down Zhao Zijie's penis, then enveloped that particular spot in her mouth, vibrating her head up and down. Her tongue never stopped, sliding across that specific part of Zhao Zijie's body the entire time. Xu Qiaolan gently scratched Zhao Zijie's scrotum with her fingernails while continuing to suckle him. Her cheeks were hollowed out from the sucking, and she looked up at Zhao Zijie, a happy smile on her face, her mouth still holding that particular part of his body. Undoubtedly, she saw a completely dazed expression on Zhao Zijie's face, which made her very happy.

Then, something seemed to stimulate Zhao Zijie's back, making him feel numb. Zhao Zijie could no longer control his body; he knew he was about to ejaculate. Just before his climax, more erupted—a burning sensation at the base of his spine, growing hotter and hotter. Before, he could barely breathe, but now he was panting heavily. Xu Qiaolan continued to suckle enthusiastically, her breasts rubbing against his thighs. Somehow, Zhao Zijie found himself able to speak.

"Oh, ah,"

he groaned. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh..." Xu Qiaolan mumbled, her mouth still on a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body. "Mmm, I, mmm, uh oh oh." "

Oh, oh, oh!" Zhao Zijie was about to ejaculate. His clear mind knew he was about to ejaculate. An irresistible excitement surged within him, and he felt a gradual detachment from his body. He wanted to ejaculate, to ejaculate, but his extreme excitement didn't immediately reach its peak; in fact, it seemed he could continue.

The feeling was fucking amazing! He could barely bear it. "This feeling is fucking amazing!"

Zhao Zijie shouted. "Shoot," Xu Qiaolan mumbled. "I'm shooting, but I can't. I don't want to stop, please, keep sucking me! Oh, fuck!"

Zhao Zijie had lost control, shoving his buttocks violently, panting like a runner, screaming, "Fuck! Oh, suck on a certain part of my body! Yes." Xu Qiaolan really got busy with Zhao Zijie, using her hand to thrust in and out of him like a piston, making him slide in and out of her mouth. Zhao Zijie began to tremble all over. He looked down while Xu Qiaolan looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust. As usual, she let a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body slide down from her mouth, saying, "Shoot, shoot into my mouth, let it wet my lips." Xu Qiaolan continued her horrifying assault on Zhao Zijie's penis.

"Hai hai ah ah ah..." Zhao Zijie babbled incoherently as he ejaculated. Before the first thick stream of semen gushed out from a certain part of his body, Zhao Zijie felt a large amount of liquid flowing out from the glans. The pre-ejaculate lubricated Zhao Zijie's sperm passage, and then the first thick, trembling stream of semen shot out from a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body. Xu Qiaolan continued to hold Zhao Zijie's glans in her lips, thrusting in and out while swallowing his semen. When Zhao Zijie ejaculated all of it into Xu Qiaolan's thirsty mouth, she groaned. Zhao Zijie ejaculated and ejaculated, continuing to ejaculate. Usually, when Xu Qiaolan masturbated Zhao Zijie, he could only ejaculate three or four times, but this time, a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body twitched, vibrated, and trembled. Zhao Zijie continued to pour semen into Xu Qiaolan's mouth, and she continued to groan, "Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm... hmm hmm hmm hmm," before swallowing it all.

Finally, after a long time, Zhao Zijie... Controlling Zhao Zijie's body, he arched his back in the chair, his hands gripping the armrests tightly. He exhaled a long breath, then another, relaxing and leaning back slightly. His slowly contracting penis reluctantly slid out of Xu Qiaolan's mouth. Zhao Zijie was speechless; he was too excited by what Xu Qiaolan had done. "Damn, I know you might ejaculate a lot, but this is unbelievable. I don't think you'll ever run out."

"Hmm, ah?"

"Baby, was it fun? This is almost worth a beating, isn't it?"

Zhao Zijie nodded with difficulty. Xu Qiaolan laughed, bending down to caress and kiss a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body after ejaculation. "It's amazing," Xu Qiaolan sighed. "That's really, really unbelievable,"

Zhao Zijie heard himself say. "Zijie, your performance was outstanding, exceeding my expectations," Xu Qiaolan kissed a part of Zhao Zijie's body, then said, "I once said that when you did what I asked, I would give you a piece of cheese you wouldn't believe. Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise."

Zhao Zijie didn't quite understand what Xu Qiaolan was saying. He looked down at the charming woman. Xu Qiaolan was looking up at Zhao Zijie with a smile. Xu Qiaolan winked at Zhao Zijie, then stood up, turned around, and left. Xu Qiaolan went into the bathroom and brought back a towel. Zhao Zijie's pubic hair was messed up by Xu Qiaolan's saliva, and his glans was covered in Xu Qiaolan's lipstick. Xu Qiaolan gently wiped Zhao Zijie with the towel. Zhao Zijie heard Xu Qiaolan softly mutter to herself, "Will you like this? I think maybe..." Then Xu Qiaolan looked up and asked, "Zijie, would you like to try Zhao Zijie's vulva?" "

Zhao Zijie thought he'd misheard, almost unable to believe his ears. 'Do you want to try Zhao Zijie's vulva?' Xu Qiaolan repeated. Good heavens, that was Zhao Zijie's dream! He couldn't speak, only nodding frantically, his heart pounding. Xu Qiaolan stood up, pulling her swimming trunks down from her waist. She stood naked before Zhao Zijie, the mysterious private parts he'd always dreamed of completely exposed. Golden pubic hair was downy, her two tender labia slightly parted, with a small, round, erect protrusion on top—it was incredibly alluring.

God, was this what Zhao Zijie longed for? Was this the reward Xu Qiaolan had promised? For this, even if it meant taking ten times the danger, Zhao Zijie would be willing. 'Before that, try this first.'" After saying that, Xu Qiaolan put her legs up on the leather chair, straddling Zhao Zijie. She controlled her body to slowly lower herself, then gently rotated her hips, rubbing her hairy mons pubis against Zhao Zijie's penis. Just a minute ago, Zhao Zijie's penis had been completely worn down by Xu Qiaolan's mouth. When Xu Qiaolan's soft pubic hair gently rubbed against it, it immediately hardened painfully. "Oh,"

Zhao Zijie groaned, and Xu Qiaolan giggled. The head of Zhao Zijie's penis tingled from the friction of Xu Qiaolan's thick pubic hair, and his body involuntarily began to thrust. Inadvertently, the head of his penis slid forward and touched a few curled folds, feeling something wet and sticky. Could that be Xu Qiaolan's vaginal opening? "Aunt Xu, can we have sex?"

Zhao Zijie became excited, straightening up and tightly embracing Xu Qiaolan. "No!" Xu Qiaolan screamed, twisting her hips desperately to prevent Zhao Zijie's penis from entering. "Before I consider letting you put that thing inside me, I want to see those flowers die. You like this, don't you?"

Zhao Zijie thrust his hips upwards, exploring the entrance. "Yes."

"But you must be patient," Xu Qiaolan twisted her waist, preventing Zhao Zijie from succeeding. "Oh, Aunt Xu, I really can't hold back anymore, let me in!"

Zhao Zijie thrust his hips forward, and Xu Qiaolan felt his penis head push open her thick labia, almost reaching her wet opening! "Oh... damn it! Let me go!" Xu Qiaolan exclaimed. Zhao Zijie was holding her tightly, and she couldn't lower her arms to stop him. She shouted, "Ah! Zijie, you little rascal! Stop, or I'll call all the neighbors!" Zhao

Zijie was startled and quickly released Xu Qiaolan, asking anxiously, "Didn't you promise to give me a surprise? How can I do it with you?" Xu Qiaolan calmed herself down and said, "You have to take an even bigger risk." "

You still have work for Zhao Zijie to do?" Xu Qiaolan nodded, climbed off Zhao Zijie, and gently squeezed his testicles. "That will have to wait until another day. I can't wait to feel that thing ejaculate inside me, but I think I have to wait a little longer, until you've stored up a whole bunch of ammunition." Xu Qiaolan picked up her swimsuit, handed it to Zhao Zijie's shorts, and said, "Let's go home. My heart is with you." After that day, Zhao Zijie's desire for Xu Qiaolan's body intensified. That day, Zhao Zijie was walking home when he saw Xu Qiaolan approaching. Xu Qiaolan walked up to Zhao Zijie and said, "Come with me." Xu Qiaolan pulled Zhao Zijie's hand and led him into her house. Zhao Zijie's heart pounded because he didn't know what Xu Qiaolan was going to do. This kind of daytime affair still made Zhao Zijie very nervous.

Xu Qiaolan led Zhao Zijie into the living room. They embraced and kissed passionately. Xu Qiaolan slid her hand under Zhao Zijie's shorts, caressing a part of his immediately hardened body. "I'm interested in skinny dipping. Decheng is going to a retirement dinner. I'll tell him I have a headache. Would you like to come and try it?"

Zhao Zijie's body was fully erect, and Xu Qiaolan was moving her hand up and down there. Zhao Zijie groaned and leaned against Xu Qiaolan, lifting her shirt and sliding his hand inside. He caressed and kneaded Xu Qiaolan's large breasts, while his buttocks pressed against her teasing fingers. "Can we do it tonight?"

Zhao Zijie pleaded.

"No, not tonight, because I have a new task for you. If you succeed, then I'll do it with you. I'll take you to my bed, make that pretty thing hard, and then I'll put it inside me. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes!"

Zhao Zijie choked out. "I want it too, but you need to do me a favor first."

"What? Anything."

"Decheng wants to invite you on a business trip with him, just for a few days. The interesting thing is, he wants to show you what he's doing." Xu Qiaolan leaned against Zhao Zijie, her other hand slipping into his shorts. Her tongue moved quickly in and out of his ear. "Zijie, I know he's lying to me. There must be some bitch clinging to him somewhere. I'm going to find out who she is and bring me evidence, Zijie. Then I'll do it with you until the fucking bone marrow flows out." “

But what if he doesn’t visit anyone?”

“He will!” Xu Qiaolan screamed, squeezing Zhao Zijie’s testicles forcefully to emphasize, “I know, Zijie, I promise. I need evidence, and if he asks if anything happened between us, remember to deny everything.”

“What! You mean he suspects something, said something or did something?” Xu Qiaolan’s movements became more intense: “No, he doesn’t suspect anything, of course not. But he might say something, like he’s trying to trick you into feeling uneasy, and you just tell him he’s crazy, deny everything.”

Zhao Zijie trembled all over: “I will, please, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.” Xu Qiaolan abruptly pulled her hand out of Zhao Zijie’s shorts, “Save it for tonight, Zijie. I want your testicles overflowing. And Decheng will be home soon, how about midnight tonight?”

Zhao Zijie said he couldn’t wait. He wanted it now. Xu Qiaolan laughed, "You little rascal, aren't you afraid of being caught in bed with someone by Decheng?" About five seconds later, Decheng pushed open the door and shouted, "Road trip!"

"Let the two of you go and discuss the lewd details," Xu Qiaolan said. "Come here, baby, it'll only be a little bit lewd," Decheng said. Xu Qiaolan shook her head and walked away, then Decheng said, "Just kidding, it'll be extraordinary!" He pointed out the route to Zhao Zijie; the city they were going to was home to his three biggest clients, whom he met with every afternoon, "but at night, it'll just be the two of us in town. We might contact some of my clients too, but it'll be a great experience for you." "On the way back, we'll stop in the city where I'm going to university, which is also Decheng's alma mater," he said. "I'll let you tour the campus, tell you where the best dorms are, the best places to date girls..." His laughter was a deep rumble, and Zhao Zijie felt that he wondered if he planned to leave him stranded in the back of the car halfway through the trip. How much did he really know? Decheng told Zhao Zijie he would bring at least three outfits because they were going to parties every night, and Zhao Zijie only had three outfits, so making a decision was very easy. He liked Zhao Zijie's suits, the very old-fashioned kind, blue and gray, which gave a seemingly fashionable impression. But when he looked Zhao Zijie up and down in his casual clothes, he frowned. "You need clothes that you can wear out at night, for social occasions, that kind of thing. A gray suit won't get you into a nightclub or anything like that. Come with me." "

What? Decheng, you want Zijie to go to a nightclub?" He ignored Zhao Zijie. "We have to go shopping." He walked through the room and told Xu Qiaolan they were going shopping. Xu Qiaolan pretended to pout and complained that she had never gone shopping before, but then she laughed and asked when dinner would be ready. As Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng left, Xu Qiaolan winked at Zhao Zijie and mouthed a few words silently, "Deny everything." Zhao

Zijie and Wang Decheng went to a top-tier luxury men's boutique in the city. By "top-tier," Zhao Zijie meant that a single shirt and casual pants there cost far more than three days' worth of his fast-food restaurant income. Wang Decheng picked out clothes for Zhao Zijie to try on.

In the end, Zhao Zijie acquired five suits, three tracksuits, four pairs of casual pants, eight shirts, a dozen loose-fitting crew-neck shirts, twelve ties, four pairs of leather shoes, suspenders, a belt, socks, and underwear. When the overjoyed saleswoman recorded each item at the register, Zhao Zijie saw how much it cost and almost vomited on the counter. No kidding, this small splurge far exceeded his monthly income from his fast-food restaurant. Zhao Zijie noticed how casually Wang Decheng handed over his credit card, as if it weren't a big deal, and how he leisurely stared at the displays on the wall.

Wang Decheng went to his friend's retirement party, and Zhao Zijie went to a friend's house to play cards. Just before midnight, Zhao Zijie made an excuse and ran away, heading home. He stopped a block away from his house, walked to Wang Decheng's house, and carefully surveyed the place. The house was dark, as it should be. Zhao Zijie took a shortcut along the side closest to his house. The door to the pool was open, and he glanced inside. Many small candles surrounded the pool, casting a faint light.

"Are you going to stand there, or come in?" Xu Qiaolan's head peeked out from the edge of the pool. In the dim candlelight, Zhao Zijie could barely make out her smiling face. Zhao Zijie silently walked past the doorway, tiptoed past the lounge chair, took off his shorts and shirt, and walked to the steps leading to the pool. Something about Zhao Zijie's body protruded like a prospecting rod. He stuck out his curious toes. "How's the water temperature?" "

What? You're going home if it's too cold?" Xu Qiaolan swam closer to Zhao Zijie, her hand sliding up his thigh. Since she couldn't reach a certain part of his body, Zhao Zijie squatted down, and Xu Qiaolan played with his genitals with her long, red fingernails. "Come on."

Zhao Zijie stepped down the stairs and entered the warm, inviting water. He swam towards Xu Qiaolan and pulled her into his arms, pressing his erect body against her stomach. "You seem happy to see me," Xu Qiaolan said, while Zhao Zijie rubbed himself against her.

"Aunt Xu, can we do 'that' tonight? Can we do it once?" Xu Qiaolan turned around and kissed Zhao Zijie passionately. She pushed him backward into the deep water, causing him to lose his balance. Xu Qiaolan swam behind him, her smooth hand gliding over his buttocks, stomach, and genitals. Zhao Zijie surfaced and grabbed the pool wall. Xu Qiaolan's left arm encircled his waist, while her right hand continued to caress his genitals. Her fingers gently circled the tip of his penis, her fingernails scraping his abdomen. Zhao Zijie was burning with desire. Xu Qiaolan leaned forward and gently bit his earlobe.

"We can't do it tonight, Zhao Zijie, until you return from your trip with the evidence I need."

Zhao Zijie's disappointment was evident on his face. "Oh, you can wait a few more days." "Xu Qiaolan said, holding Zhao Zijie's testicles in her hand: "Zhao Zijie, I promise you, as soon as you come back, I'll let you put your thing inside me. I'll make you realize it's worth the wait." They swam back to the end of the shallow end. "You haven't said whether you like my new swimsuit yet!" It was too dark here, and Zhao Zijie didn't notice, but Xu Qiaolan stood up, raising her arms high above her head for Zhao Zijie to admire, as well as Xu Qiaolan's curvaceous body, made of shiny black material. Xu Qiaolan's heavy breasts bulged out of her bra, so the straps stretched an inch from her chest.

Zhao Zijie lifted Xu Qiaolan's big buttocks with both hands and lifted her out of the water. The thin, strappy briefs barely covered the important parts of Xu Qiaolan's body. The almost negligible straps couldn't cover Xu Qiaolan's buttocks at all. Usually when Zhao Zijie and Xu Qiaolan were having sex, Zhao Zijie sat on the sofa and Xu Qiaolan did everything, but now Zhao Zijie's hands were free to explore Xu Qiaolan's beautiful body. Xu Qiaolan seemed to enjoy it. Zhao Zijie turned Xu Qiaolan's body so that her back was facing him. He let his hands roam over her stomach, buttocks, and breasts. He slipped his fingers inside her swimsuit bra, teasing the prominent nipple.

"You can take those off if you want," Xu Qiaolan said. Zhao Zijie untied the straps at the back of her neck and then took them off her shoulders. Xu Qiaolan's thick blonde hair was styled in a small bun, with a few strands falling down, wet and dripping with water. "You're so sexy, Aunt Xu."

Zhao Zijie stroked the prominent nipple with one hand, while the other slid down to her more intimate parts.

"Can I take off your briefs?" Xu Qiaolan grabbed the hand that was playing with her private parts and moved it away. "No, Zijie, I don't want us to do this tonight. If you take off my briefs, I might lose my mind and have sex with you, but I don't want that."

"Lose my mind?"

Zhao Zijie thought, "If Xu Qiaolan had any sense, she wouldn't be swimming naked with a boy in the middle of the night."

Zhao Zijie's fingers slid up Xu Qiaolan's belly, and suddenly probed her navel. Xu Qiaolan twitched abruptly. "Are you ticklish?"

Zhao Zijie asked, his fingers tickling Xu Qiaolan's navel.

"Then you'll have to find out."

Zhao Zijie tilted Xu Qiaolan up until her back floated on the water, her breasts floating gracefully, the soft mounds bobbing back and forth in the warm water. Zhao Zijie tickled Xu Qiaolan's lower abdomen, and Xu Qiaolan chuckled slightly; it wasn't very ticklish there. Zhao Zijie checked Xu Qiaolan's ribs; nothing was wrong. He then took Xu Qiaolan's right foot in his hand and began vigorously tickling the sole of her foot. Zhao Zijie thought he had found a treasure. Xu Qiaolan trembled violently, then relaxed, letting out hungry moans. But that was all; Zhao Zijie felt disappointed.

He wanted Xu Qiaolan to indulge her desires. He considered where he should tickle her, and then, as if struck by a flash of inspiration, he moved his right hand under Xu Qiaolan's armpit and suddenly slipped his hand into her hairless armpit. Xu Qiaolan reacted strongly, screaming and writhing wildly like a fish splashing water. Zhao Zijie wrapped his right arm around Xu Qiaolan's waist and continued tickling her armpit, his fingers digging even deeper.

"Stop!" Xu Qiaolan shouted, "Now is not the time for this."

"Then let's do it once."

"No, unless you want others to come and find us, stop, don't be silly."

"Can I do something else?"

"What?"

"Can I kiss your breasts?" Xu Qiaolan leaned back and floated up: "Go ahead and kiss them."

Zhao Zijie tilted down and carefully let the protruding point on Xu Qiaolan's left breast into his mouth. It was very soft. Zhao Zijie gently bit it and then sucked on it with his lips. It made Zhao Zijie feel so excited. The thing slowly swelled up in Zhao Zijie's mouth. Zhao Zijie's tongue swept around the tip of Xu Qiaolan's breast, feeling it rise high in his mouth.

"Zijie, this feels so good," Xu Qiaolan sighed, "Suck on the other one!"

Zhao Zijie slowly rolled Xu Qiaolan over and continued working on the protruding point on the right side of her breast. The sponge-like, elastic nipple hardened a little more, and Zhao Zijie's tongue continued to swirl around it, sucking it until it was hard. Xu Qiaolan moaned, her hand slipping underwater. Zhao Zijie felt Xu Qiaolan's hand wrap around a certain part of his body. "Do you like this?"

Zhao Zijie asked. "Yes, yes, I love it." "

Can I take off your briefs?"

"No, Zijie."

"No, not for that, so I can...kiss your genitals too."

"Oh dear, you're getting ambitious. You want to feel how excited I get, don't you?"

"Yes, please." "

No, not tonight. If you make me scream, everyone around will come over."

"Will that make you scream?"

"If you get it right, I'll teach you how. I think you'll be a good student."

"Please?"

"Not tonight, but soon, I promise."

"But you want me, don't you? Didn't that excite you? Think about how I did it to you."

"Yes, Zijie, look how hard you made that protruding spot on my mountain. I really want you to be on me, I promise, but not tonight." Xu Qiaolan stopped and sat up a little. "Actually, I want you to do something."

"What? Anything."

"I love when you tickle my feet, and I wouldn't mind if you used your mouth down there." What? Did Zhao Zijie's efforts only result in licking Xu Qiaolan's big feet? "Really? Does that excite you?"

Zhao Zijie asked. "Absolutely, but if you don't want to, then forget it."

Of course Zhao Zijie was willing! If possible, Zhao Zijie was willing to lick any part of Xu Qiaolan's body. Zhao Zijie floated Xu Qiaolan up again, then crawled under her until her feet were in his hands, right in front of him. Each of Xu Qiaolan's big toes wore a gold ring, and her toenails were painted bright red. Xu Qiaolan carefully maintained her toes, just as carefully maintained her manicured fingernails. Her feet were soft and sexy. Zhao Zijie had never imagined that licking feet could stimulate a woman. Xu Qiaolan lay on her back, clearly yearning for Zhao Zijie to begin, and Zhao Zijie was also eager to satisfy her.

Zhao Zijie leaned forward and kissed each of Xu Qiaolan's toes. Judging from Xu Qiaolan's beaming smile, she seemed to enjoy it. Zhao Zijie didn't know what to do, but he continued. He tried putting Xu Qiaolan's big toe into his mouth; it was a strange feeling, like sucking on a small thing, but he liked it. He liked Xu Qiaolan's moans and said, "That feeling is great." Xu Qiaolan moaned again, "Ahhh... I like it like this, use your tongue, lick my feet everywhere, your tongue, use your tongue..."

Zhao Zijie complied. He moved his tongue all over Xu Qiaolan's toes, pried them apart, and sucked on each one. Xu Qiaolan moaned repeatedly. Zhao Zijie continued, lifting Xu Qiaolan's feet out of the water and licking the soles of her feet from heel to toe with his tongue, licking her intensely. "This excites me so much," Xu Qiaolan said. Zhao Zijie wolfed down Xu Qiaolan's feet, sucking on her heels before pulling her feet down. His tongue smeared a long trail of saliva on the soles of her feet. Xu Qiaolan's body twisted from side to side, her frenzied movements creating small ripples.

"Oh, Zijie, if you taste my important parts like this, I'll howl like a wild beast,"

Zhao Zijie continued, frantically licking and sucking her toes. Suddenly, Xu Qiaolan pulled her feet away and submerged underwater. Her nails dug into Zhao Zijie's buttocks. Zhao Zijie felt Xu Qiaolan's warm lips encircling his body, and he groaned. The feeling was too wonderful. Xu Qiaolan surfaced: "Sorry, I can't hold my breath for that long!" Xu Qiaolan kissed Zhao Zijie, her lips tasting of bleach. "You've got me burning with desire, maybe I should do it with you now."

Zhao Zijie was about to help Xu Qiaolan fulfill her wish when she slipped back into the water. Zhao Zijie felt a part of his body enter her mouth again. This time, Xu Qiaolan managed to stay submerged for about 30 seconds, her lips sliding up and down Zhao Zijie's body. Zhao Zijie felt he was about to lose control. But then, with a splash, Zhao Zijie's body jumped out of Xu Qiaolan's mouth, and she surfaced. "Ah, I can't hold on any longer!" "Xu Qiaolan said, slightly out of breath, "Floating on my back."

Zhao Zijie lay leisurely on his back, letting his legs and arms float freely. Xu Qiaolan supported Zhao Zijie's back with one shoulder, while her other hand held a certain part of his body tightly. Xu Qiaolan lowered her tongue over that part of Zhao Zijie's body, washing away the water and covering it with her smooth saliva.

Zhao Zijie's ears were just below the water level, so he could only make indistinct sounds. Zhao Zijie closed his eyes, experiencing a strange yet more wonderful feeling. He could see nothing and hear nothing except the excited rush of blood in his ears. Zhao Zijie floated weightlessly, yet an irresistible sensation emanated from his groin, the waves of excitement growing increasingly frenzied until, in his mind, his body burned with intense urges. Xu Qiaolan frantically sucked at him, not letting him escape her thirsty mouth for even a second. Her tongue never ceased its assault on his fixed target. How long did Zhao Zijie float here? In this utter ecstasy? A minute, an hour? When Zhao Zijie's extreme excitement erupted, time seemed to stand still. He almost wept, for he didn't want it to end. His climax began at the base of his testicles, the relentless pressure intensifying.

Zhao Zijie could feel a part of his body swelling and thickening with each heartbeat, his testicles poised to ejaculate every milliliter of his semen. Zhao Zijie remained silent; any sound would distract him from the pleasure he was experiencing, drawing his attention away from a certain part of his body. The final barrier of resistance crumbled, and Zhao Zijie's orgasm erupted spontaneously. He gripped his buttocks tightly, feeling the thrust of his first sexual urge deep within his testicles, then again, and again. It

was like that then; extreme excitement almost transformed into immense pain, due to the terrifying pressure and overwhelming need within his body. At that moment, the opening at the tip of his penis widened, and Zhao Zijie suddenly ejaculated. He shot, and before he closed his eyes, the world burst into brilliant light. He shot, and shot and shot, his pent-up desire completely poured into Xu Qiaolan's expectant mouth. His body convulsed repeatedly until not a last drop remained.

Xu Qiaolan gave Zhao Zijie pleasure far beyond what he knew, and Zhao Zijie exhausted every last bit of energy in his body to repay Xu Qiaolan's love. Slowly, very slowly, Xu Qiaolan helped Zhao Zijie leave and knelt in the pool. Zhao Zijie opened his eyes and looked at Xu Qiaolan. Her black hair was wet and tangled. Xu Qiaolan's playful eyes looked Zhao Zijie up and down. The top of Xu Qiaolan's large breasts was set with a protruding point as hard as a walnut. "Are you done, baby?" Xu Qiaolan asked.

Zhao Zijie nodded, still unable to speak. Xu Qiaolan swayed Zhao Zijie against her breasts, saying, "I can't believe you could ejaculate so much. I could barely swallow it all. It was too much. Only Decheng ever filled me up like you did." Xu Qiaolan kissed Zhao Zijie's forehead, "You must really like me."

"I love you, Aunt Xu," Xu Qiaolan smiled, but with a hint of sadness. "I know you really love me, and I love you too, darling."

Zhao Zijie wondered why Xu Qiaolan seemed so sad. He was in his twenties, while Xu Qiaolan was over forty. Perhaps he loved her, but one day he might fall in love with someone his own age and leave her. Moreover, the man she loved might have a mistress, sleeping with others instead of her. So, in despair, she might turn to boys who would do anything for a woman, asking for only a little sex in return. “Decheng will probably go home soon, we’d better leave here,” Xu Qiaolan said.

Zhao Zijie and Xu Qiaolan came out, dried each other with towels, and then left. As Xu Qiaolan locked the door, Zhao Zijie said, "Aunt Xu, I can't believe Wang Decheng would be unfaithful to you. Any sane man would sacrifice everything to be with you." Xu Qiaolan gave that sad smile again: "Maybe you're right, but I think you're wrong. He goes out too often. He must have other women. He'd rather be with them than with me. Give me evidence of his infidelity. I'll divorce him and take everything to teach him a lesson." "

You're going to divorce him?"

Zhao Zijie asked, somewhat shocked. "No," Xu Qiaolan said. For the first time, Xu Qiaolan looked not much older than Zhao Zijie. Xu Qiaolan was in anguish, and Zhao Zijie hugged her tightly. "I love him, but I don't want to share him with anyone else. I don't want to be kept in the dark. I want to know the truth. I want you to find out for me." Zhao

Zijie held Xu Qiaolan tightly. Things had become too complicated. Zhao Zijie needed to prove Decheng's infidelity to Xu Qiaolan so she could divorce him. As payment, Xu Qiaolan would have to go with him. She was betraying her husband with him, and if he truly was unfaithful, Zhao Zijie hoped to find evidence. Xu Qiaolan clearly still loved him very much.

Was it worth it? Betraying a friend to make his beautiful wife cheat on him? Which was stronger, Zhao Zijie's sense of honor or his own desire? Zhao Zijie couldn't be sure he wanted to know the answer. He kissed Xu Qiaolan one last time, wishing her goodnight and sweet dreams, then went home, got into bed, and didn't fall asleep until late. Zhao Zijie guessed he was somewhat worried about the upcoming trip with Wang Decheng. If he knew his wife had helped him suckle his body in the past few months, Zhao Zijie imagined he'd be killed in a roadside ditch, but he really couldn't escape it.

The important day arrived. Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng planned to leave at 10 a.m. Zhao Zijie was certain he was ready to go. He walked to the front door and was about to ring the doorbell when he heard Decheng's voice coming from the upstairs window. "How's this, baby?" he said. "Ahhh... Oh, damn it, Decheng, yes!" Xu Qiaolan's voice was very hoarse, as if she had been screaming for hours. Perhaps that's how Xu Qiaolan was, because... "This will be enough to keep you going for a while. Do you think you can endure it for days without me, baby?" "

I have to keep enduring this! And I hate it! Oh, just fuck me like this, please, fuck me harder!" As he fucked Xu Qiaolan, Zhao Zijie could almost hear the bed creaking. Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng had originally planned to leave in fifteen minutes, but here he was fucking the woman Zhao Zijie had been lusting after, and it was obvious that Xu Qiaolan liked it. Zhao Zijie was jealous, burning with lust, and excited about it all at the same time. But perhaps it was mostly jealousy!

Zhao Zijie could hear Xu Qiaolan moaning, groaning, and screaming: "Oh, yes, I love you...you, fuck me...yes!" Xu Qiaolan started screaming wildly, and then Decheng roared like a lion: "Is this what you wanted?" At this moment, Zhao Zijie guessed that he had ejaculated inside Xu Qiaolan. What a lucky bastard, to be able to fuck such a slut, the cunt that Zhao Zijie had been longing to fuck! Zhao Zijie returned home, merely to kill some time. Just fifteen minutes later, at precisely ten o'clock, Decheng arrived, dressed in casual pants and a sweatshirt, showing no sign of the intense lovemaking he had just given his wife. In contrast, Xu Qiaolan, wearing her cream-colored shawl-style coat, wore a look of bewilderment in her eyes—the kind of blank stare that comes after being thoroughly ravished. As Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng loaded their luggage into the car, Xu Qiaolan came out to say goodbye. She greedily inhaled her cigarette, her hair slightly askew, her cheeks and neck still flushed. "Okay, I'll call you when we get there," Decheng told his wife. "I love you."

"I love you too," Xu Qiaolan said calmly, then gave Zhao Zijie a brief hug. "Please take good care of Decheng for me, okay?" Xu Qiaolan said, her eyes conveying to Zhao Zijie the kind of care she expected.

As Wang Decheng moved to the front of the car, Xu Qiaolan said, "Bring me what I want. When you get home, I'll have a wild time in bed with you until you're in ecstasy. Everything you want, my body, including my most intimate parts, is yours." Xu Qiaolan lifted the bottom of her coat, revealing her private parts to Zhao Zijie. Good heavens! Xu Qiaolan wasn't wearing underwear. Her intimate parts, still wet and red from just having sex, were hairy. "This will be your gift," Xu Qiaolan said, straightening her coat and turning back into the house. Zhao Zijie struggled to remember how to swallow hard.

"Do you want to drive first?" Decheng asked. Zhao Zijie couldn't believe he'd let him drive. He said, "Yes, of course." He took the keys, and 20 minutes later, they turned onto the highway and headed towards their destination. Wang Decheng spent the first 30 minutes browsing his PDA's browser, checking their prior arrangements, and then using his cell phone to call someone to confirm the meeting. Zhao Zijie simply drove. After he finished, he leaned back in his seat, smiled, and turned to Zhao Zijie, asking, "So, how does it feel to fuck my wife?" Zhao Zijie believed him… Zhao Zijie didn't fly off the road. He suddenly turned, swallowed hard, and yelled in the warm seat, but he didn't collapse. "What? What did you say?"

"My wife, do you like fucking Xu Qiaolan? I believe you do, but I think I should still ask to confirm."

Zhao Zijie's head spun: "I… I didn't do anything… that, with your wife." It was true, Zhao Zijie had never fucked his wife. He laughed heartily: "Are you planning to study law? Your spiky hair makes you look like a lawyer. How about it, when my wife gives you oral sex, do you like it? What about helping you solve your problems?"

What could Zhao Zijie say? "Decheng, I've never done that kind of thing, Xu Qiaolan… Xu Qiaolan wouldn't, wouldn't with anyone!" He shook his head. "Ah, third party, Zijie, you're lying."

"No, I didn't." He reached into the compartment between the seats, took out a small digital recorder, pressed a button, and started playing. "Ah...ahhhhh...oh, Xu Qiaolan, just like that, it's unbelievable." "(Loud smacking sucking sounds.) Xu Qiaolan, oh my god! Your mouth... I... I'm going to ejaculate again, I can't believe you're going to make me come again."

"Zijie, if you think I'd be satisfied with just a few sips of your fluid, then you're a stupid man." (More smacking sucking sounds, accompanied by Zhao Zijie's groans as he reached a huge climax and the creaking of the chair... Decheng stopped the tape.) "The sound is stimulating, it's placed next to the large recliner in the living room." He waited a moment. "I don't know what to say."

Zhao Zijie said softly and obediently. "Okay, then answer this question: Do you like what my wife does to you? Zijie, I think I know the answer."

"Yes, yes, I really like it."

Zhao Zijie expected a series of intense reactions after confessing. The actual result was that Decheng laughed and patted Zhao Zijie's shoulder, saying, "You filthy little fool!" without reacting.

"Decheng, I'm really sorry, I mean..."

“Zijie, if you can resist temptation when Xu Qiaolan tries to seduce you, then you're either a monk or a homosexual, you're neither, right?”

Zhao Zijie nodded. “Okay, I just wanted to make sure you really like that, like her. She's an unpredictable woman, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Just marry her!” he said. Zhao Zijie was confused: “Wang Decheng, are you angry with me? Or with Xu Qiaolan? Zhao Zijie doesn't want anything to happen between you two because of me.” He laughed again: “Don't worry, nothing will happen.” Then he became serious: “As long as you're honest with me now, I know Xu Qiaolan wants you to do something for her on this trip, what is it?”

Who should Zhao Zijie believe? Who should Zhao Zijie betray? Zhao Zijie pondered this repeatedly, then told Wang Decheng the truth: Zhao Zijie was to secretly monitor him. He nodded and said, "I think so too, thank you."

Zhao Zijie felt a little bolder: "You don't have a mistress, do you?" He leaned back again, "No." He said.

"Oh my god!"

"Well, I don't want to wait until the end of this short trip. Last month I had three mistresses, but now I've just dropped to one, and we're going to be visiting her house on this trip. I didn't tell her I brought you, but I don't think she'll mind, or her mother, anyway, you're here too."

Zhao Zijie got the car on the road again, and they drove in silence. Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng drove for four hours. After a short lunch break, Wang Decheng took over the driver's seat. "Let me warn you, this might seem unbelievable to you, but I tried to get rid of her because they were more difficult than the other two girls." "And if I dump her, especially her mother, she'll go crazy. She wanted me to divorce Xu Qiaolan and marry her daughter someday, okay, and so on."

"For example?"

"For example, she slept with me too, and she's very pretty."

"Wait, you mean you slept with that girl's mother too?"

"That's right."

Zhao Zijie couldn't imagine how Wang Decheng managed to juggle between the mother and daughter, what it felt like to sleep with both of them separately. "That's how absurd and bizarre things are. She thinks I have to be with her daughter, Susie. I see it this way: she had a wealthy husband who attracted her, so maybe she thinks her daughter should also be in the arms of a rich guy." "

I'm almost afraid to ask where I'm going?"

"I need your help to get her away from me, just for one night, so I can end everything with Susie. I love that girl, she's the perfect lover, and I don't want to end it over the phone or like that. I want to stay with her at home, I want to stay with her in the car; but her mother, she wants me to marry Susie, she wants my money, and I don't know what else she might do."

"How exactly do I get her away from you?"

"Have her seduce you. I don't mean sleep with her, but when necessary, make her think she has you completely under her thumb, tell her everything she wants to know. Don't worry, I'll tell you what you can tell her. Who knows, you might get lucky. She seems to like young guys. And it seems you quite enjoy the taste of middle-aged women."

"Have her seduce me? Are you sure?"

"She'll definitely cling to you for a while because she wants information about me."

“Okay, you said I’d earn back all those outfits you bought me.” He grinned. “Hey, you might get to sleep with an absolutely amazing woman, and you might meet some pretty girls too. That’s the best deal, huh?”

Zhao Zijie admitted it. For the next four hours, Wang Decheng told Zhao Zijie what to do, what not to do, and how to behave. He handed Zhao Zijie a tan envelope: “You’ll need this.” Inside was a cell phone, a driver’s license that made Zhao Zijie look 32, a credit card, and about $500 in change, as if Zhao Zijie were a secret agent.

“Oh, sure. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you suddenly decide to break up with your…girlfriend?”

“Well, it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing. I’d thought about it for a while, but we’ll talk about that later.”

Zhao Zijie didn’t intend to pressure him on this particular issue. When Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng drove into the complex where Susie lived, Zhao Zijie noticed he looked quite depressed. Zhao Zijie asked what was wrong. "This might be the last time I see this girl," he said, suddenly becoming melancholy. "Am I really going to lose her? Even so, I still have to do it." (

Chapter 79, March 29th

) Zhao Zijie wanted to ask him why he had suddenly changed his mind, and why now. But when you're having an affair with a guy's wife, and that guy is talking about breaking up with his lover... Well, that was too complicated for Zhao Zijie's mind. He decided to put it aside for now and see if Wang Decheng would bring it up later. Wang Decheng didn't ring the doorbell. He took out his key, opened the door, and went inside. He shouted, like something out of a sitcom, "Darling, I'm home!" A girl rushed out of the kitchen and threw herself into Wang Decheng's arms, leaving deep kisses on his cheeks, and then kissing him for a long time.

At that moment, Zhao Zijie could say she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Susie was about 160cm tall, with black hair, incredibly bright black eyes, and flawless bronze skin. Her figure was simply amazing and perfect; her breasts weren't large, but perfectly rounded, high, and firm; her stomach was flat as a pan, her legs were slender, and her arms were smooth and toned. Zhao Zijie could say all this because she was only wearing a white bikini and a blue men's shirt. Zhao Zijie meant that she wasn't the kind of woman you needed to look at twice; you'd be captivated at first glance, and it would cause an earthquake that would make you turn away—a major earthquake, not a minor tremor.

"Susie, this is my new assistant, Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie, this is Susie."

"Hi!" she said. Her smile made Zhao Zijie's mouth go dry, and he involuntarily said, "It's nice to meet you," while raising his hand to shake hers. She placed her hand in Zhao Zijie's and shook it. She was incredible, almost nuclear-powered, so intense that Zhao Zijie could barely handle it. A certain part of Zhao Zijie's body went limp like noodles; the pressure was so great that his impulses vanished and hid.

"Do you want to go out for dinner?" Susie asked. "Because my mother is coming over, she won't be home for an hour, I think..." She whispered something in his ear, her face filled with adoration and desire, making Zhao Zijie almost hate Wang Decheng—what a fucking lucky bastard son of a bitch! "Hey, Zhao Zijie, could you bring the bag of clothes in and put it in the living room? We, um, will be downstairs in a bit."

Zhao Zijie went out and brought the bag of clothes in. They were already gone; Zhao Zijie guessed they had gone upstairs. Yes, they were upstairs, because he could hear them. "Oh my god," she moaned like a banshee. Zhao Zijie could hear her panting and moaning; he meant she was screaming. Unsure what to do, he put his suitcase on the sofa in the living room and sat down to wait.

The noise upstairs grew louder. About a minute later, Zhao Zijie could hear loud "bang! bang! bang!" sounds coming from the bed upstairs—the noise of Wang Decheng and Su Xi. Well, he'd see how Su Xi would face him later. "Oh, Wang Decheng! Wang Decheng!" she cried. Then, Zhao Zijie heard a woman's whimpers and cries of extreme excitement, which continued for about 15 minutes—long enough for him to seriously consider going to the bathroom to masturbate. Perhaps this was a lesson to learn: how to break up with a girl by fucking her until she was exhausted and then...

When they were finished, Susie came downstairs in her white bikini and told Zhao Zijie where he could unpack, shower, and change. "How long will you be staying, darling?" she asked Wang Decheng. "A week," he said. She screamed and hugged him tightly. Zhao Zijie knew it was a lie; they would leave tomorrow or the day after. But, as instructed, he pretended everything he said was the truth. He saw him flinch slightly when she hugged him; clearly, he hated lying to her—it must have been painful and unsettling.

Zhao Zijie felt incredibly sorry for her, knowing that her beautiful heart would soon be torn apart. He hadn't expected to feel pity for this pretty girl. He meant that she could have anything she wanted; she could subdue him with just a wink or a wave. But she was about to lose the man she loved, and he would be involved. He didn't feel good about it, but if it meant Wang Decheng and Xu Qiaolan would be together, well, that was best for everyone. Forgive me, but if Wang Decheng went back to Xu Qiaolan, what were the chances she would keep their little pact?

Susie called her mother to arrange dinner. Zhao Zijie showered and changed. He wore a brown suit, a sky-blue shirt, and a navy blue tie. He had to admit he looked like a rich young master. Wang Decheng wore an old-fashioned navy blue suit and a gold tie. And Susie? Wow! Susie wore a light blue long-sleeved blouse, a black mini-skirt, and trendy chunky heels. Seeing her attire made Zhao Zijie feel uneasy. "You know, you two are a perfect match," Wang Decheng said. He looked at Zhao Zijie and Susie: "I mean, your outfits, your shirt and tie, your blouse, they're really great." Susie smiled and kissed him. Zhao Zijie felt his cheeks burning. It was the jealousy of a grown man, because a stunning 21-year-old woman liked this 46-year-old man, and his 40-year-old wife was someone Zhao Zijie wanted to have a relationship with. Wang Decheng said this might become extraordinary—what a prophecy! And Zhao Zijie hadn't even met Susie's mother yet! What kind of person was Susie's mother? Judging from Wang Decheng's tone, she seemed like a rather difficult woman, and quite beautiful. Was she even more charming than Xu Qiaolan? This trip was becoming increasingly unpredictable.

What happened next happened in the restaurant. Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng arrived before Susie's mother, so Susie had time to go to the women's restroom. Zhao Zijie asked Wang Decheng, "Why don't we give Su's mother a ride?"

"Because she needs her car to take you home. If she rides with us, it'll be harder to seduce you. That'll happen when we get to some nightclubs. She'll say things like, 'Let's put Wang Decheng and Susie together, let's go somewhere quiet.' She'll use her charm to seduce you, play with you, chew you up, and then spit you out."

"That's interesting. You're the best neighbor, haven't I said that before?"

"It's just cooperation, doing whatever she wants. But if I call, you'd better be ready to run away, because if feces are thrown in a fanatic's face, if Susie gets angry and calls her mother saying I abandoned her, Su's mother will explode like a supernova. You shouldn't be there when she's angry."

"Damn it, how am I supposed to know when that will happen?"

"I'll call and warn you. Keep your phone on. If it rings once and then stops, that's the signal. Run away! Zhao Zijie will keep Susie away from the phone as much as possible, unless she gets rid of me." Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! Zhao Zijie is too young to do this kind of thing, he told himself. Too naive. In his life, Zhao Zijie has only had intimate relationships with four women, including Xu Qiaolan; he has only touched the breasts of five women, including Xu Qiaolan; he has only seen the private parts of five women, also including Xu Qiaolan. Now Zhao Zijie is going to have an affair with a cannibalistic woman like Su's mother. Zhao Zijie is the bait, a scapegoat tied to a tree, luring a hungry tigress. Or, to be precise, a jaguar.

Susie walked back and looked at the door, saying, "Mom!" Wang Decheng said, "Mother Su, it's so good to see you."

Zhao Zijie turned around and saw a woman who could cause a traffic accident. She looked about 35 years old, younger than her actual age. Her hair was exactly the same as Susie's black hair, very short and shaved almost against the sides, but her deep black eyes were the same. Mother and daughter both had long, slender legs and a pair of mature, full breasts that inspired endless fantasies. Zhao Zijie bet that Mother Su's breasts were a gift from heaven and also thanks to a superb plastic surgeon.

Zhao Zijie said she was a jaguar because she was wearing a jaguar-patterned short top that fit her so well it was like another layer of skin; she also wore a black mini leather skirt, black stockings, and black pointed high heels. Did Wang Decheng expect to deceive this man-eating beauty? Wang Decheng said, "Mrs. Su, this is Zhao Zijie, my new assistant."

Zhao Zijie extended his hand to shake hers. She pulled Zhao Zijie closer and looked him over carefully; this was another characteristic she and Susie shared. "I hope Wang Decheng won't make your work too hard," she said.

"Sometimes it is tough, but tonight he removed the shackles from my ankles."

Zhao Zijie swung his legs to prove his freedom. She laughed, Wang Decheng laughed, Susie laughed, and Zhao Zijie tried his best not to vomit. Amidst the laughter, they went to the table. The waiter handed them the drink menu. Wang Decheng ordered pine nut liqueur and carbonated drinks. Zhao Zijie, who had never drunk any alcohol before, at most Budweiser, ordered the same.

Soon, the drinks were served, and they laughed as they drank and ate. The pine nut wine and other drinks were a bit nauseating, but Zhao Zijie still downed two bottles, along with a glass of wine. He staggered out and ordered something different from what Wang Decheng had ordered for dinner. The crab cake was really delicious. The dinner conversation was… lively. Wang Decheng and Susie spent most of the time talking to each other, often whispering. Then Susie's mother bombarded him with questions: Where does Zhao Zijie go to school? Does Zhao Zijie like his job? Does Zhao Zijie like her perfume? Does Zhao Zijie have a girlfriend? Why not? Zhao Zijie likes women, doesn't he? Does Zhao Zijie like mature, experienced women? Hints? What's Zhao Zijie thinking? How smart is Zhao Zijie?

Oh dear, when the table was cleared and the bill paid, it was obvious that Zhao Zijie was directly under Susie's mother's gaze. Her flirting was as subtle as a lover's glance. Susie and her mother excused themselves to freshen up, and Wang Decheng asked Zhao Zijie how things were going. "What do you think?" “

Zhao Zijie said, repeating his conversation with Su’s mother. “She said you’re shrewd?” he asked. “Yes, willingly.”

“She’s planning to sleep with you,” he said, unequivocally. “Nonsense!”

“Hey, if it happens, enjoy it! How about it, don’t you like the idea of having sex with a beautiful woman like Su’s mother? It’ll definitely be a thrilling story when you’re talking to your friends.” “

I’m scared, I mean, really, no lying.” Although he really wanted to have sex with Su’s mother, Zhao Zijie pretended to be nonchalant in front of Wang Decheng, even showing the timidity and shyness of a young man. “Relax, don’t do what you don’t want to do. If you want to do it, then do it.” The ladies returned, Wang Decheng paid the bill, and the four of them left. On the way to their car, Su’s mother asked Zhao Zijie if he would like to ride in her car so that Wang Decheng and Su Qian could be alone. Zhao Zijie said he would. She led Zhao Zijie to her silver Lexus, a gift from Susie's father, her mother's ex-husband. Wang Decheng had told Zhao Zijie he was a wealthy man, and Susie's mother hoped Wang Decheng would be their ticket to the upper class—a high-stakes game, using Zhao Zijie as a pawn.

"A nice car,"

Zhao Zijie said, making conversation. "This junk?" she asked skeptically. "It's a 1999 model; I hate it."

Zhao Zijie and Su's mother followed Wang Decheng and Su Xi to the nightclub. Zhao Zijie noticed he couldn't see Su Xi in the car; her head, well, wasn't where it should be. She must be giving Wang Decheng oral sex, but Zhao Zijie didn't intend to tell Su's mother, who didn't seem to have any concerns. "I have to give Wang Decheng more space. If I knew my Su Xi, he might be a little difficult to control, understand?" Without hesitation, Wang Decheng's car veered off course, turning into a side road on the left before braking. "I wonder what happened?" Su's mother asked, feigning innocence—perhaps the only way she could occasionally appear naive. Zhao Zijie felt a deep disgust for this pretentious woman, despite her beauty. Zhao Zijie secretly resolved that he would never have a relationship with this woman under any circumstances. To him, it was a ridiculous vow—a man swearing never to have sex with this flirtatious woman who longed to ride on his body. But pine nuts and wine gave Zhao Zijie spiritual courage.

They went to one of the workers' dance nightclubs, a former warehouse now filled with pulsating lights, thunderous sound systems, eight large bars, and a restroom. Zhao Zijie and his companions parted the crowd to drink at one of the bars, where they encountered a large group of Susie's friends, girls beautiful enough to be called "Show." Zhao Zijie simply waved, and they began to dance. Wang Decheng practically ordered Zhao Zijie to follow Susie's mother. The dance hall was designed to hold about 200 people, and half of them were crammed in. Zhao Zijie was wearing a suit, but he didn't stand out. Most people wore suits that didn't look like anything special. Zhao Zijie quickly started sweating. About ten minutes later, Zhao Zijie knew his suit needed to be taken to the dry cleaners. There was no way to avoid Su's mother here, to avoid contact with her, or to avoid being touched by her. Their bodies collided and rubbed against each other. Her hand tightened around Zhao Zijie's neck, pulling him closer.

As the alcohol gradually wore off, Zhao Zijie let his hand touch Su's mother's buttocks, feeling her body. A lust began to ignite within him. She was incredibly sexy. Why shouldn't he have sex with her? If she wanted to sleep with him for her own reasons, who could Zhao Zijie complain to? He would let her fuck him until he was ecstatic, tell her what Wang Decheng had told him to say, and then drop that heavy burden. "Want a drink?" Su's mother screamed in Zhao Zijie's ear. "Yes!" "

Come with me!" She grabbed Zhao Zijie's hand and led him through the crowd, but instead of going to the bar, she headed straight for the exit. "It's too hot here, don't you think?"

"Oh, of course."

"Why don't we go somewhere a little quieter? Would you like to?" Just as Wang Decheng had predicted, she finally took action. Zhao Zijie agreed, saying it would be great. And so, she hurriedly pulled him out of the noisy nightclub, drove her Lexus onto the highway, and five minutes later, she turned into an apartment parking lot. "You, um, you live here?"

Zhao Zijie asked. "I thought this place would be nice to sit and chat, or do something else." She said, slamming on the emergency brakes. "Come on!" She grabbed Zhao Zijie again, leading him like a dog on a leash. Zhao Zijie followed her hurriedly, knowing she couldn't wait. She wanted to indulge herself, immediately. She led Zhao Zijie through the doorway, closed the door behind him, and bolted it.

"You've been captured."

"Who said I was in a hurry to escape?" Su's mother approached and tugged at the bow tie on Zhao Zijie's tie. She untied it and pulled it from his collar, placing it on a chair. "Tell me about Wang Decheng's wife," she said, as if casually. Zhao Zijie parroted what Wang Decheng had told him, such as that she was a good woman, very charming. Su's mother asked if Xu Qiaolan was more charming than her, and Zhao Zijie lied, saying no, even as Su's mother slowly undressed him, pulling the hem of his shirt from his trousers and unbuttoning it. Zhao Zijie felt this was wrong, felt dirty, but his lust easily overwhelmed what made his conscience awaken and he try to restrain himself.

As Su's mother undressed Zhao Zijie, she bombarded him with questions: What did Wang Decheng think of Su Xi? Did he have other women? How much money did he actually make? She continued undressing him, neither of them mentioning this fact. She loosened Zhao Zijie's belt from the waistband, pulled his shirt off his shoulders, and let it hang on the chair. Zhao Zijie's body was fully erect, ready to enter Su's mother's mature body. "Do you know that Wang Decheng and I sometimes sleep together?" Su's mother asked. Zhao Zijie shook his head, feigning surprise.

"Once I was drunk, and Wang Decheng brought me home, then took the opportunity to rape me. Afterwards, I told him to stop, knowing it would hurt Su Xi's feelings, but he ignored it and always finds opportunities to rape me. Tonight, if you weren't here, he would definitely find an excuse to take me home and then brutally rape me, savagely possessing every inch of my skin."

Zhao Zijie thought it must be a lie. Wang Decheng had mentioned this before, or was he lying? Who should Zhao Zijie believe, him or Su's mother? Zhao Zijie decided to flip the coin to Wang Decheng.

"Does this bother you? Did you know I slept with Wang Decheng before we went to bed?" She unzipped Zhao Zijie's pants. "Are we going to bed?"

Zhao Zijie asked innocently. "Oh, yes," she pulled down Zhao Zijie's pants and stared at a certain part of his body for a long time, "that's for sure." She exclaimed, grasping a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body with both hands, "Let's go to the bedroom!" Her bedroom? Absolutely bullshit. Although she lived alone, she still had an extra-large bed with a black satin bedspread. The sheer cotton-linen fabric draped in pleats was a deep dark red, the same color as the walls. It looked like an altar for the wicked offering of male bodies. What would happen under the guise of polite conversation?

Zhao Zijie stared at the bed, his last thought being, "Run!" But Su's mother was caressing a part of Zhao Zijie's body, licking her lips, kicking off her high heels, and then starting to undress. There was no escape now, until she did what she wanted. "Come help me unzip," she commanded. Zhao Zijie stood behind her, feeling the zipper hidden in the tight seam of her skirt. He gently pulled it down, and then she leaned on his shoulder while kicking off her skirt. Her thin-strapped briefs were made of black silk. Zhao Zijie stared, his breathing quickening. This was really going to happen.

"You don't look 32," Su's mother said, unbuttoning her loose top. "Come help me take that off." She wanted Zhao Zijie to unhook her bra, something he had never done before, not even when he was with Xu Qiaolan. Zhao Zijie held the strap in his hand, trying to untie it quickly. "How long have you been working for Wang Decheng?" "Mother Su asked, reaching out to touch a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body and his stomach. "Eight months."

Zhao Zijie said with some difficulty. "Where did you go to school?"

Zhao Zijie told her the name of the school. "What did you major in?"

"Marketing."

"Why did you decide to work for Wang Decheng?"

"He knew one of Zhao Zijie's former professors, and I was recommended to Wang Decheng." Her eyes narrowed to slits: "Wait...wait...you've never done this before, are you a virgin?" Her lips trembled. "No! No, Zhao Zijie isn't a..." She grabbed Zhao Zijie's wrist and dragged him to the bed: "Lie down, don't fucking move!" The woman who had just been smiling and flattering Zhao Zijie, the disgusting, provocative woman, was gone; now she was a carnivore, ready to fuck Zhao Zijie until he knelt and surrendered. She went to the dressing table, applied bright lipstick, sprayed herself with perfume, and then opened a drawer. "A man!" "She spoke to her reflection in the mirror, clearly in a state of extreme ecstasy.

She took something from a drawer, then returned to the bed and leaned closer to Zhao Zijie: "I'll do it with you right away, I don't think you need any time to prepare, and I know I fucking don't have to!"

Zhao Zijie saw what she took out of the drawer: a small box of condoms and a tube of lubricant. She tore open the foil packaging of the condoms and applied the lubricant to the tip. "This will make you feel better," she said, "like those things that really matter for your first time." She guided the condom onto a part of Zhao Zijie's body with her long fingers. Zhao Zijie had never worn one before, and had never even tried what it felt like. The thing looked strange. Watching Zhao Zijie's erect penis encased in white latex, Su's mother's eyes blazed with lust. She grabbed a part of Zhao Zijie's body and climbed on top of him. Su's mother secured herself to a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body, then thrust her body towards him, manipulating her hips so violently that Zhao Zijie thought she might injure his thighs.

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"Oh! Yeah!" she screamed triumphantly. She did what she wanted, Zhao Zijie's body inside her teeth. She grabbed Zhao Zijie's wrist, pinning him to the bed, and then began to ride him. Her undulating hips rose and fell, Zhao Zijie's body sliding in and out of her. The feeling was amazing. Zhao Zijie dispelled his worries and began to enjoy the feeling, the feeling of his body being completely swallowed by hers. The condom made a big difference. If his penis entered her naked, he would ejaculate within 3 seconds, but even though the lubricant inside the condom made his glans more sensitive inside her tight flesh, there was still enough smooth friction to prevent him from ejaculating a large amount of semen with each thrust.

Su's mother squatted down on Zhao Zijie with pleasure, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his, forcibly stuffing her tongue into his mouth, kissing him wildly. "There's nothing better than this," she sighed. "For the rest of your life, every time you have sex with a woman, when you close your eyes, the person you see will be me."

Zhao Zijie really closed his eyes. He didn't see Su's mother, but Xu Qiaolan. He wanted her body to lean against him, he wanted his penis inside her, skin to skin. Zhao Zijie reached out and cupped Su's mother's perfect breasts, hoping that Xu Qiaolan's huge, heavy peaks would replace them.

Zhao Zijie wanted Su's mother to know that he didn't intend for her to fuck him until he was submissive. So, he suddenly turned his hips to the right, wrapped his arms around her waist, and turned her back to him. His penis suddenly pulled out of her vagina, but after only a few seconds of groping, he inserted it again. Inside her, the pleasure became almost unbearable. "Like this, baby, pound me, pound me with that young, big cock!" "Let's see who begs for mercy first." Her long legs wrapped around Zhao Zijie's waist, her arms encircling his chest, encouraging him. Zhao Zijie's penis made loud, wet, sticky sounds as it churned inside her vagina. He felt an incredible pressure, a burning sensation, rising in his testicles. He was about to ejaculate! He was about to lose his virginity, about to ejaculate his semen into the body of a bitch. Zhao Zijie groaned. At this moment, Su's mother said, "I know that sound! Shoot it in! I want that semen!"

Zhao Zijie began to thrust wildly in and out, as fast as he could. His buttocks went numb, his testicles taut, preparing for his first ejaculation inside a woman. "Beep beep beep, beep beep beep..." That was Zhao Zijie's cell phone, still inside his casual pants... Damn it! The damn cell phone. Zhao Zijie's buttocks slowed down, waiting for the second ring. But Su's mother, to show she was in control, didn't seem to care. She groaned, wrapping her thighs tightly around Zhao Zijie's buttocks, her fingernails digging painfully into his shoulders. "Baby, fuck me, fuck me, keep going!" She was close to climax, Zhao Zijie thought. Like a madman, he resumed thrusting. This pause delayed his climax, but it couldn't take away the peak of excitement. The feeling ran through his spine; Zhao Zijie's penis felt like it was about to explode. The cordless phone on Su's mother's bedside table rang. Zhao Zijie didn't care. He was probably going to ejaculate in 30 seconds. Nothing in this world could stop him.

"Don't worry, I'll handle the phone. Just let that cock keep going! Oh, yeah..." The phone beeped a few times; it was Susie's voice, loud and clear, shouting, "Mom, answer the phone!" She sobbed, "Wang Decheng just dumped Zhao Zijie."

"What?" Susie screamed. Zhao Zijie didn't know or care whether it was from anger or excitement; he continued thrusting. Susie continued, "He's going back to his wife. He said he loves her, not me." She sounded like she had lost a loved one; her voice was painful and desperate. "The guy who came with him was bait for you, so he could break up with Zhao Zijie without a big fight with you."

Part of Zhao Zijie's mind knew he was in trouble, but another part, including the part in his excited center, didn't make the right decision. Zhao Zijie was about to ejaculate! Zhao Zijie continued fucking her, moaning with each thrust. "Get off me!" "She screamed, "You son of a bitch! Get off me!"

Zhao Zijie wasn't going to stop now; he was so impatiently close, hoping he would ejaculate. Su's mother freed her hand, grabbed Zhao Zijie's buttocks, and slashed deeply upwards across his back. Her inch-long nails cruelly scratched him. Zhao Zijie's back arched in the continuous pain, intensely excited; the feeling was amazing when she did that!

Then she reached out her right hand and slashed from one side of Zhao Zijie's back to the other, her left hand slashing across his abdomen. "Rape!" she screamed, "Rape! Get off me!" This immediately destroyed the allure; Zhao Zijie might have ejaculated after five more thrusts, but he pulled out and quickly backed away. At this moment, Su's mother's blood-red fingernails shot straight at Zhao Zijie's face: "You little rascal!" She continued to move closer to Zhao Zijie, who, in a state of tension and excitement, was nearly driven mad by lust and fear. Her fingernails then reached for Zhao Zijie's eyes. Zhao Zijie grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and pulled her close so he could hold her. He lifted her up and threw her onto the bed, back to back. This gave Zhao Zijie five seconds. He grabbed his clothes and shoes, tucked them under his arms, and fled through the door. Before the door slammed shut behind him, the last thing Zhao Zijie heard was Su's mother's scream: "I have a knife! Where's it?"

Without looking back, Zhao Zijie rushed down the stairs, completely naked.

On his way out of the building, Zhao Zijie saw no one. He made a sharp turn behind the building and ran down a small road to the south, searching for some dark corner. Zhao Zijie found a good spot behind a trash can. He quickly put on his casual pants and stuffed his bare feet into his loafers. Blood was flowing from his chest and back, as if he had just finished a fight. Blood streamed down his body. The only good news was that he didn't see Su's furious mother or any police cars. Zhao Zijie didn't know how long this situation would last. He took out his phone and dialed a number. Wang Decheng answered the phone: "Where are you?"

"In a damn alley, a block from her apartment. While I was there, Susie called, and Susie's mother almost fucking..."

"Wait a minute, is she acting strange?"

"She mentioned a knife, and I was standing half-naked on a sidewalk, covered in blood, and I looked like a damn grave robber."

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute. I think you'll need a getaway car, get ready to jump in, and then we'll escape." A long minute followed. Zhao Zijie put on his shirt, soaked in blood. Purple marks remained on the crisscrossing wounds on his back and abdomen. Several people walking across the intersection between the two buildings watched Zhao Zijie carefully, probably thinking he was a drunk and needed help.

When the black car stopped, Zhao Zijie's knees buckled from the strain. He opened the door and jumped in. "Go! God, step on the gas!" He slammed on the gas, and the car sped off like a takin. Luckily, as a police car sped past while they waited at the red light to turn left, then stopped in front of Su's mother's building. The traffic light turned green, and Wang Decheng drove off. He snapped open his phone and dialed a number. After a pause, he said, "Su's mother?" He paused again.

"Shut up. This is a deal. You've angered me. You've made me lose my patience. I'll kick Su Qian out of her house tomorrow. Be smart and responsible. Tell the police you dialed the wrong number, and she can keep the house. Do you understand?" He paused again. "Su's mother, listen carefully. Don't fucking argue. If you keep messing around, you'll be in trouble for a long time." "I feel bad for hurting Susie. She's a good girl, but don't try to give me a reason to think you're blameless for what you did. I had a lot of fun doing it. Be smart." He hung up. "Slut!"

Zhao Zijie waited for a response. Wang Decheng drove around a few corners, then looked Zhao Zijie up and down and said, "What?"

"She's a slut, that's undeniable, but do you know how I felt when I called you just now?" After a moment, Zhao Zijie thought Wang Decheng was about to explode, meaning his face was turning red. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if he wanted to tear it off the pillar, but he let out a tired breath and said, "I'm a pathetic old man who still plays the fucking teenager."

"I won't say you're pathetic, but I won't say the rest either." He laughed, and the tension in the car disappeared. "God, your shirt looks like you poured paint on it. How the hell did that happen?"

Zhao Zijie told him his story, and then he told Zhao Zijie his. “

That’s all Zhao Zijie got,” Wang Decheng said, pointing to the small cut on his lower lip. “That girl threw an uppercut.”

“It didn’t go very well. And then?”

“Nothing more, damn it, you know what I’m thinking? I’m old enough to be her father. So love is sublime, and sex with Xu Qiaolan is great. But in the past, I often did whatever I wanted with anyone. Now I’m going to slow down, turn around, and start playing the role of someone my age, start playing the role of a husband with the woman I love.”

Zhao Zijie and his companion drove in silence for a while. On one hand, Zhao Zijie was happy for Wang Decheng and Xu Qiaolan; she would get what she wanted, and her husband was back in his entirety. On the other hand, Zhao Zijie still wanted Xu Qiaolan to sleep with him, which would be a difficult topic to bring up. Zhao Zijie shifted in his seat. His clothes were still askew. He tried to straighten the collar of his shirt; the blood had dried, and the cotton fabric clung to his skin. Peeling it off would be absolutely painful. "Hmm, you can take that off now," Wang Decheng said, pointing to the front of Zhao Zijie's thigh. Zhao Zijie looked at his open crotch, where a certain part of his body was still covered by that damned condom, which was vaguely visible. Zhao Zijie pulled that disgusting, sticky thing off his shrunken body.

“I haven’t even been able to vent,”

Zhao Zijie muttered to himself. “Does that mean I still haven’t conquered that Su mother?”

Zhao Zijie asked himself this question, but Wang Decheng said, “It depends on who asks that question. If it’s a bunch of guys chatting in the dorm, you’re not. You can talk to them about this woman who makes you feel like you’re in heaven. If it’s a girl you really like, and you’d rather have doubts and preserve your virginity, then you are. But maybe that will solve the problem once and for all.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his digital recorder. “I think you said Xu Qiaolan wanted you to bring back evidence. This is all you need.”

Zhao Zijie took it from him. “You mean, you want me to…”

“If she wants that, and you want that too, well, I don’t want you to end up like this.” He stroked Zhao Zijie’s back. “Besides, I’ve slept with many women. Xu Qiaolan should get what she wants. If she wants it, maybe she will, maybe she won’t.”

“I don’t think she would do that. I don’t even know if I want her.” He laughed. “Maybe she’ll surprise us both.”

Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng drove through the night. “I think we should pull over at the next intersection and stay at a holiday hotel or somewhere else, or you want us to crash into the steel barricades nearby.”

“Steel barricades?” He shook his head. “Haven’t you learned anything tonight? Sometimes judgment is more important than courage.”

Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng left the highway and went into a holiday hotel. Wang Decheng got them two rooms. Zhao Zijie carried his luggage into his room and said goodnight. Zhao Zijie’s room was spacious, clean, cozy, and quiet. Zhao Zijie took a long shower and then slipped into the cool bedding. According to Zhao Zijie’s watch, it was 4:37 a.m. when his head hit the pillow. Zhao Zijie’s last thought before falling asleep was that he would write down what had happened that night and then order a vegetable stew with meat. Zhao Zijie had a tape recorder on his dressing table, along with Wang Decheng's blessing. Zhao Zijie wanted to see Xu Qiaolan.

After the horrific day before, the drive home was long. Zhao Zijie's buttocks, back, and abdomen, where Su's mother had torn them with her fingernails, looked as if someone had smeared red paint on his skin. Even sitting down was painful, because every time Zhao Zijie shifted his position, he could feel his dense wounds about to burst open. Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng drove home silently; it was a long night. Zhao Zijie hoped that things would be calmer after this little adventure, but he wasn't so lucky.

Around noon, Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng parked in Wang Decheng's driveway. Zhao Zijie planned to spend the afternoon applying cephalosporin to his battered back, hoping to treat the painful scratches Su's mother had left behind. Zhao Zijie was still somewhat worried about her. Wang Decheng assured him she would only bark but not bite, but dogs bark and cats scratch. That tigress made Zhao Zijie feel like he'd been whipped before. If he could survive the long days before escaping danger, he would be free.

Zhao Zijie didn't immediately visit Xu Qiaolan to show her the evidence he'd gathered on his journey. When Zhao Zijie and Wang Decheng left, she had promised that if he brought back evidence of Wang Decheng's infidelity, she would sleep with him. Well, Zhao Zijie had that evidence—a cassette tape given to him by Wang Decheng. The problem was, he had broken off his relationship with his mistress and would now focus on Xu Qiaolan. Now, Wang Decheng has said that he still allows Zhao Zijie to sleep with his wife to make up for the abuse Zhao Zijie suffered at the hands of Su's mother. But that is just a hypothesis. Xu Qiaolan still wants to have sex with Zhao Zijie. Her husband is running back to her with open arms, so why would she need a boy next door to distract her?

Now that they've returned to the happiness of their marriage, should Zhao Zijie try again? As Zhao Zijie was pondering this, the doorbell rang, and, damn it, it was Wang Decheng, with Xu Qiaolan beside him. A certain part of Zhao Zijie's body immediately hardened, becoming something hot and hard inside his pants. She looked in Zhao Zijie's direction and smiled, but it wasn't the conspiratorial smile she'd shared with him in the past—the smile of "we have a big secret." No, she was happy about something. Okay, of course, her husband was back, he still loved her, and so on. That's it. But then Zhao Zijie heard more: "We're moving to the provincial capital," Wang Decheng said, "tomorrow." Wang Decheng explained that they had planned to move out years ago, but it had been impossible due to his business. "Okay," he decided to sell the business to a buyer who had been pestering him for years. He and Xu Qiaolan had always wanted to live in an environment like this. Now that several villas were up for sale, they were leaving to pick one they wanted and move in. "The weather is unbelievably good near our children's house, and there are several other farmhouses within an hour and a half," Wang Decheng said. "That's paradise."

Zhao Zijie didn't smile. They were leaving tomorrow, and he would never see them again. He would never see Xu Qiaolan again, and he would never again feel her hand holding a part of his body, her lips, her private parts... She had said she would have sex with Zhao Zijie, but now that wouldn't happen. Disappointment crushed Zhao Zijie. He felt deceived, yet at the same time, he felt ashamed to think that way. As they left to pack their belongings, a bitter smile and a hint of resentment appeared on Zhao Zijie's face. Zhao Zijie hadn't expected that after doing so much for Xu Qiaolan, she would now be leaving. He had even reduced his daily visits to Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni to once every three to five days. His purpose in doing all this was simply to taste Xu Qiaolan's delicious body, but now…

Zhao Zijie went upstairs to his room, took off his clothes, and took out a hidden bottle of feminine wash. He stared at his erection. Zhao Zijie hadn't relieved himself in a long time because Xu Qiaolan forbade it, requiring him to be fully engorged when she performed oral sex on him. Now all that was over. Zhao Zijie needed to expel what was inside him. Lying back, Zhao Zijie flinched, thinking of Xu Qiaolan—her large, soft breasts, her long fingernails, her tongue, her wet, curled tongue.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "

Zhao Zijie," it was Wang Decheng's voice, "I want to talk to you for a bit."

Zhao Zijie jerked his shorts up, almost tripping as he reached the door. He came out, clutching his shirt to his stomach , and explained, "I'm thinking of taking a shower."

"The past few days have been quite an ordeal," Wang Decheng said, standing in the doorway. "Do you want to hear the good news or the bad news first?"

"The good news."

"I'll give you the bad news first. First, I talked to Xu Qiaolan. I told her about our deal. She said she was sorry, but she wasn't going to keep her promise to you. I said I wouldn't care, but, well… sigh, she said no. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize,"

Zhao Zijie said. "For God's sake, she's already married you."

"After all my behavior over the years, I have no right to tell her what she should do, and, without offending you, I don't think she'd leave me for you." He grinned. "Without offending you." "

Yes, sigh, I'm still very sorry, even more so for the second piece of bad news. Su's mother called last night, and I'm not sure how she got our numbers. She's still extremely angry, and not just at me. Some of her rather sharp comments are about you. She actually had the audacity to yell that you raped her, and she said some things about revenge, some about treating your body like she treated your back."

Zhao Zijie felt his heart sink six layers deep... "Can she find me?"

"She knows where I live, or she could find me easily enough if she had my phone number. That's one reason why Xu Qiaolan and I slipped away so quickly; slipping away now might be a good idea. The problem is, if she comes here looking for me, she might see you, and then..." He really didn't know what to do. Zhao Zijie could imagine Su's mother's reaction if she saw him coming out of Wang Decheng's neighbor's house. "So I should hide, stay home, and grow a beard?" “

If that’s what you want, I hope you will, but be careful.”

“She likes to fight, she’s passionate about it.”

“I know.” He sighed. “Okay, I’ll be careful,”

Zhao Zijie said, turning to leave, his voice tinged with bitterness, “I’m happy about everything that’s happened, with you, and with Xu Qiaolan.”

“This didn’t happen pleasantly for you, huh?”

Zhao Zijie shrugged. He took a step closer, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Zijie’s shoulder with ill intent: “Want to hear the good news?”

"Oh, yes, I forgot." He lowered his voice. "I need you to drive my car to the county tomorrow, unload the goods at the train station so they can be transported to the provincial capital. And I need you to do that, but..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic card with a magnetic stripe. He handed it to Zhao Zijie: "This is the key to a room at the Jade Dragon Hotel in the city, room 1527. I have a friend, a businessman I've known for several years. He runs a companion service center, and the women who work for him are... you can't imagine, beautiful..." "Sexy, and they know how to please men, believe me."

Zhao Zijie's jaw dropped. He continued, "Tomorrow, from ten o'clock until noon, there will be a woman like this waiting for you in that room. I personally selected her, and I know you'll like her. You don't have to do anything; everything has been arranged. Just enjoy yourself. This is my gift to you, for the past few days, for you helping me get back to my wife, and for you becoming my friend." He extended his hand, and Zhao Zijie grasped it… "You're not kidding me, are you?"

Zhao Zijie asked, his knees as soft as glue.

"God assure you, get out of the car, walk five blocks and you'll arrive at the Jade Dragon Hotel. Take the elevator to the 15th floor, use this key, and have some fun! But don't use this key before 10 a.m. Those girls are paid according to a very strict schedule. She'll do whatever you want for those two hours, but when the clock strikes 12, she'll leave. You should open the door for her like a gentleman. That's how it works, understand?"

Zhao Zijie felt like he had a belly full of jumping frogs: "Wow!"

"Save your wow for tomorrow!"

Zhao Zijie returned home, got into bed, and trembled with anticipation. Tomorrow, he would be going to the place he had always longed to go but never dared to. In Zhao Zijie's mind, that place was filthy, yet so alluring. And he would be going, under Wang Decheng's arrangement, to a place he had never even dared to dream of. Although he was very rich, he had never considered such things. Could Wang Decheng be his guide? Zhao Zijie tossed and turned in bed all night, imagining her as a young woman, a girl, or a mature woman, trying to decide which one he would choose. Zhao Zijie couldn't give her a face, but in doing so, his mind wouldn't be preoccupied with her image. Zhao Zijie drifted off to sleep to the sound of Xu Qiaolan dancing in his mind.

At 6:30 a.m., Zhao Zijie woke up, quickly dressed, and washed up before arriving at Wang Decheng's house. They loaded their luggage into a taxi. Zhao Zijie held Wang Decheng's hand, and when he blinked, he smiled. Just then, Xu Qiaolan approached, looking at Zhao Zijie with the same expression she had used to tease him. She hugged him and whispered, "I envy the girls you meet." She touched Zhao Zijie's cheeks, then hugged him again. All Zhao Zijie could think of to say was, "I'm about to lose you like this." She smiled, tears welling in her bright black eyes. Just then, they jumped into the back seat of the taxi, waved, and drove away. Back home, Zhao Zijie eagerly showered, carefully taking care of his personal hygiene. He shaved, brushed his teeth, and made sure his shorts were exceptionally clean. He wore a light blue sweatshirt and khaki shorts, looking very handsome. Zhao Zijie had to admit, setting off to meet an expensive call girl was quite a strange and wonderful world!

But first, the car... Zhao Zijie arrived at the train station faster than he expected. At 8:30, Zhao Zijie parked in a marked loading area, found a manager, and handed him some paperwork. The manager checked it over and over again, then meticulously inspected the car. Zhao Zijie guessed he was looking for drugs or a body in the trunk. When he was satisfied, the manager handed Zhao Zijie a work form. "Is this your car?" he asked, a hint of envy in his voice. "I'm not so lucky. A rich neighbor paid me to park it." He shrugged. "Okay, you're lucky." He calmly walked away, as did Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie wondered what his manager's reaction would be if he told him how much he was paid to drive the car here and what currency was used. Zhao Zijie wanted to tell someone what was about to happen. He felt the power, strength, and magnificence of a man. He was going to do that lewd thing with a woman who knew how to entangle a man. He practically skipped and hopped across five blocks to the Jade Dragon Hotel. Perhaps it was the air conditioning, but suddenly a fear gripped him—an anxiety, a terror. What was he going to do? He was going to have sex with a strange woman. He might be arrested.

He was just a boy; he was too young to do this. What if the girl was older? Would he feel uncomfortable? Would he embarrass himself? Would he fall in love with her and be emotionally hurt for the rest of his life? It was just nine o'clock, and Zhao Zijie had a full hour to worry about what he had done. He sat irritably in the lobby, his mind racing. "Should I stay here or leave?..."

He could leave; the girl had already paid. He could tell Wang Decheng he couldn't do that. He couldn't always avoid his responsibilities. Ten times he'd decided to run away, but ten times he'd remained glued to his chair.

If he left, would he truly have any self-respect? No. He pondered repeatedly, looking at the state he'd become over the past few months: having slept with a mother and daughter, seducing a married woman, being tricked by a woman nearly twice his age, almost getting beaten as a thief, that damned Wang Decheng discovering his affair with his wife, and that damned Su's mother and her vicious claws. Now… Zhao Zijie stood up and walked to a large decorative mirror hanging on the wall. He stared at his reflection for a long time, and the reflection stared back at him. What Zhao Zijie saw was an ordinary young man, no longer a child, but a fairly ordinary young man.

Zhao Zijie reluctantly admitted that this was one of the reasons Xu Qiaolan had chosen him to play with, rather than other men nearby, or even the delivery boy. Zhao Zijie was handsome, intelligent, and quick-witted; in the past few months, he had clearly demonstrated considerable intelligence, courage, and boldness. And now Zhao Zijie was going to that kind of place, immediately, to a woman. Zhao Zijie was confident that she wouldn't be disappointed when she saw him. He had made up his mind; he was ready. This determination straightened his back, and his steps were light and firm. Near the hotel, on a street with an arched roof, there was a flower shop. Zhao Zijie went in and bought a single rose; he didn't want to go empty-handed.

Zhao Zijie stepped into the elevator, followed by four other people. He was the only one who went above the ninth floor. They disembarked one by one at their respective floors, leaving Zhao Zijie alone in the elevator, lost in thought. The hotel's background music was Engels' "That Night." The door opened, and Zhao Zijie took five steps forward, then turned left, counting aloud: "...19...21...23...25..." This was room 1527. Zhao Zijie checked his watch; it was 10:01. He took out his key from his pocket, his hands trembling. He needed a drink, maybe two, or three. Zhao Zijie slid the card into the slot, the green light flashed, and the door lock opened softly with a "bang." Zhao Zijie turned the handle. What awaited him? With whom? Time would tell.

The room was dark; all the curtains were drawn, the lights were off, and it was cold, really cold. The air conditioning was set too high, and Zhao Zijie's skin broke out in goosebumps. Zhao Zijie swallowed hard and called out, "Hey, is anyone there?" Silence. Zhao Zijie groped along the wall until he found the switch and pulled it. The room was actually a suite. Zhao Zijie was standing in the small reception room. In the living room in front of him was a large sofa, a small double sofa, and a recliner. To the left was another room; the door was closed, probably a bedroom. Facing the other door, Zhao Zijie walked to the doorway, making as much noise as possible so that the person inside would know the room was no longer empty.

Before Zhao Zijie gently knocked on the door, he cleared his throat. He heard a woman's voice, gentle: "Come in, Zhao Zijie."

Zhao Zijie turned the doorknob, recalling an old legend: Beauty and the Beast. The last time Zhao Zijie had a tryst with a woman in the bedroom was with Su's mother; that tigress was truly unbearable to recall. This time, Zhao Zijie hoped it would be a lady. Zhao Zijie pushed open the door.

There was the girl, lying on the bed. Zhao Zijie now understood why the air conditioning was set so high: she was wearing a long, snow-white fur coat, wide open, so that Zhao Zijie could see her long, smooth legs stretching out beautifully against the creamy brown bedspread; she was tall, her body elegant and curvaceous, her hair a beautiful black, she wore almost transparent black stockings, almost transparent black shorts, and a bra—so transparent that Zhao Zijie could almost see the tip of her dark breasts peeking through the bra.

Zhao Zijie was completely stunned, taking a full three seconds to utter a sentence: "Wait, what...what?" Xu Qiaolan smiled like a cat that had just eaten a canary, and said, "Surprised, aren't you?"

Zhao Zijie stood there, jaw agape, his mind blank. She looked so incredible. Her thick black hair was beautifully draped under her headscarf, her makeup was perfect, her reddish-brown lipstick complementing her newly manicured nails. She looked so beautiful, so sexy. Zhao Zijie couldn't help but stare. "You should be in the provincial capital." She curled her lips and pouted. "You look disappointed to see me."

"No, no! I just..."

"Surprised?"

Zhao Zijie nodded. "Excitedly surprised?"

Zhao Zijie nodded even more emphatically. Xu Qiaolan said, "Zhao Zijie, look at your watch."

Zhao Zijie glanced at it, and when he looked back at her, she said, "We only have one hour and 59 minutes before I have to leave to catch my flight. Should we start?"

Zhao Zijie suppressed his strong desire and didn't tear his shirt like the protagonists on TV. "Aunt Xu,"

Zhao Zijie said calmly and formally, "I don't know if we should do that." She sat up, and Zhao Zijie could see her large breasts tightly wrapped in her fur coat. "You seem a little nervous."

"Very nervous."

"If you knew I was nervous too, would that make you feel better?"

Zhao Zijie laughed. "Yes."

"We don't have to do anything, Zhao Zijie. We can just sit and talk, that would be fine with me. But I'd rather spend the next two hours in a different way, not because I owe you anything, or because Wang Decheng made me do it." She got out of bed, her breasts swaying inside her fur coat, and placed her hands on Zhao Zijie's shoulders. "I'm doing this because I fucking want to, because this is my last chance to be a little slut, because ever since the first time I cornered you in the bathroom and helped you, seeing your big body turn purple until it exploded on my breasts, I've wanted to do it with you. Remember?"

"Unforgettable."

"I think you'll remember this too." She went back, pulled open her fur coat, and let Zhao Zijie admire the body he had longed for. How could Zhao Zijie resist this woman? This beautiful woman, all those curves, all that tanned skin, those heavy, rounded peaks, and those voluptuous thighs? Zhao Zijie took a step forward, raised his hand, and she leaned in until her drooping peaks nestled in his palm. Zhao Zijie played with the nipples on her tanned breasts until they began to swell.

"Aunt Xu, before we begin, well, I want to do something to you."

"I bet you will." She was staring intently at Zhao Zijie. "I want to try going down there."

"Try?" she teased. "I want to go down there." "

Taste my sensitive spots?"

"Taste your sensitive spots." She lay down on the bed, her mink coat spread out beneath her. "Then let's do it!"

Zhao Zijie knelt between her legs, slipping his hands inside her sheer, spiderweb-like shorts. She wiggled her hips, helping him remove the stockings covering her long legs. Zhao Zijie tossed them onto the chair and turned to watch. Xu Qiaolan slowly, slowly parted her legs until they were wide open. "Come on, baby, eat me!"

Zhao Zijie's gaze returned to between her legs, surprised that this exquisite woman would bring his lips so close to her private parts. Zhao Zijie took a deep breath; he could almost smell her, smell the scent of her sensitive areas. "I'm not sure what to do,"

Zhao Zijie said, disgusted at how stupid he sounded.

She looked at Zhao Zijie through her spread legs: "You're a smart boy. You'll know if you follow the right path."

Zhao Zijie lowered his lips to her vulva. He wasn't sure what it would taste like, or if he would like it, so he carefully extended his tongue, letting it slide up and down her valley. The taste was strange, too strange, a bit fishy. Zhao Zijie wanted to stop. But thinking that he was licking Xu Qiaolan's beautiful vulva, he let his tongue continue, glancing up to see Xu Qiaolan's reaction. Xu Qiaolan was forcing a smile.

"That's her honey water. From the first time you sniffed my panties, I knew you liked this. But don't be shy, be gentle, but not that kind of gentle."

Zhao Zijie licked a little faster, squeezing his tongue into her wetness. Now Zhao Zijie realized that the taste wasn't bad. No, that stuff didn't taste good. To be precise... what did it taste like? It tasted slightly sour and had a fishy, musty smell, like cheese. The water rushed towards Zhao Zijie, tasting exciting. Drinking her love juice was the most exciting thing Zhao Zijie could imagine doing with his mouth, with his tongue, his lips. He needed more stimulation. "Ah... hum-ha, just like that... yes, just like that." Xu Qiaolan said as Zhao Zijie quickened his pace. Zhao Zijie slid his hand under her buttocks, pulling her vulva closer to his face. "Maybe I should have let you do this at the pool."

Zhao Zijie looked up at her, guessing he was doing something lucky, because Xu Qiaolan was slowly rubbing her buttocks against his face. Zhao Zijie moved on to the next move. He knew enough about female anatomy that he should try to find it and see what would happen when he used his tongue. Zhao Zijie felt a protrusion pressing against his lower lip, deducing that was it. Before lifting his chin and tracing his smooth tongue across her clitoris, he inserted his tongue into her opening three or four times.

"Hey! Look!" She arched her back, pressing herself even closer to Zhao Zijie's face. "Yeah!" she hissed sharply, her nipple hardening under Zhao Zijie's tongue licking her clitoris repeatedly. "Like this!" Her pelvis was now truly moving, and Zhao Zijie gripped her buttocks tightly so his tongue wouldn't lose contact. Zhao Zijie looked up at Xu Qiaolan; her beautiful face was a mask of extreme fervor, her mouth open, her teeth clenched, her large breasts heaving as she took long, deep breaths. "Eat me!" "She commanded, 'Eat me, eat me.'

Zhao Zijie paused. 'I want you to cum, Aunt Xu.'

'Call me Xu Qiaolan,' she demanded. 'I like it that way.'

'I want you to cum, Xu Qiaolan.'

'You fucking want me to cum now, after all those times you've shot all over my breasts and face, pouring your semen down my fucking throat.' '

I want you to cum, Xu Qiaolan.'

'You want me to cum?' She reached down between her legs, a long fingernail pointing precisely at her clitoris. 'Suck that thing.'

'Suck it?'

'Suck it.'

Zhao Zijie didn't think much of it, but obeyed fervently. He used his lips to encircle her clitoris and sucked.

He sucked and sucked, again and again, and Xu Qiaolan let out a groan that shook Zhao Zijie's soul. 'Oh, Zhao Zijie! Suck, suck... don't stop licking, lick and sip! Do you want me to cum? Oh, fuck, suck!'" "Lick it!"

Zhao Zijie was now kneeling on the ground, arching his back, his lips dragging rapidly across her clitoris, his curled tongue rubbing against the protrusion. "God, now I know why I didn't let you do this in the pool," she hummed, "You'd make me scream."

"I want to hear you scream."

"Don't talk! Eat me! Don't stop!"

Zhao Zijie doubled down, Xu Qiaolan placing her right hand on Zhao Zijie's head and pushing his face deep towards her vulva.

"Like this, baby, this is so good, you're fucking amazing!... Don't stop... Don't stop... Don't stop..." Her voice gradually weakened. Her head slowly swayed back, her lips parted into a wide "O," she convulsively arched her vulva against Zhao Zijie's face until she finally arched her back in spasm, then let out a long, wild moan. "Ahhhhhh..." It lasted for a long time. Zhao Zijie continued to eat her while she twisted and turned her body. Zhao Zijie guessed that she had reached orgasm, but what did Zhao Zijie know? When she pushed Zhao Zijie's head away from her vulva, Zhao Zijie was not sure what would happen. Zhao Zijie thought that something might be wrong. Zhao Zijie sat up.

"Xu Qiaolan, am I..." She kicked Zhao Zijie's head over, turned herself onto her side on the bed, bent over, grabbed Zhao Zijie's face, and kissed him passionately. Their teeth grazed each other. She pushed Zhao Zijie down on the bed and ripped off his belt from his waist: "I'm going to have sex with you right now, right now." She unzipped Zhao Zijie's shorts and yanked them off violently. Her movements were so forceful that Zhao Zijie's erect penis was caught in the shorts, painfully hindering him. "Come on!" she roared, "What are you waiting for?" Was it really true? She finally pulled off Zhao Zijie's shorts and underwear and threw them on the floor. "You came?"

Zhao Zijie whispered. "The way you sucked my cunt, you did make me come, and I have to let you inside me right now!" Xu Qiaolan stood up, letting her heavy mink coat fall to the floor with a soft, resounding thud. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall into the fur on the floor. She was now completely naked except for her stockings, the heavy, shimmering rings and bracelets on her fingers and wrists. Her breasts bulged, her nipples hardening into taut, brown orbs, and between her legs was that mysterious, obscure patch of golden down—her vulva, the place Zhao Zijie was about to experience again, this time, to truly possess it.

She climbed onto the bed with Zhao Zijie, then climbed on top of him, feeling her body press against him, her knees sliding down his thighs. It was too difficult, almost unbearable, until she positioned her pelvis against his groin, grasping his erect penis with her long nails, teasing him until it grew even harder. "You're ready, you're very ready," she whispered, more to herself than to Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie felt a discomfort in his stomach, like he was on a crazy roller coaster and a train that had easily slipped out of the station and couldn't get back. Xu Qiaolan raised herself slightly, using her thumb and other fingers to encircle the base of Zhao Zijie's penis. She moved forward until the center of her vulva was directly above Zhao Zijie's shaft. She lowered herself, and Zhao Zijie felt his penis slide through her moist labia. She was so slippery, pressing against his hard glans, that Zhao Zijie gasped. Then her warm, moist vagina swallowed him.

Zhao Zijie felt her smooth walls sliding against his penis as he slowly, very slowly, penetrated her. At this moment, she relaxed and sat heavily on Zhao Zijie's hips. Zhao Zijie's naked penis entered a woman's body for the first time. Zhao Zijie looked between his legs, or rather, he was looking between her legs. Her labia majora tightly hugged the base of Zhao Zijie's penis. It was...it was so stimulating! She looked up at the ceiling and moaned, "Zhao Zijie, Zhao Zijie, you feel so good!" Xu Qiaolan cupped Zhao Zijie's face in her hands and kissed his lips. She didn't say anything. She pressed against Zhao Zijie's chest, lifted her buttocks, and then slid down, slowly, very slowly. Then she did it again, on one side, slowly, up and down on Zhao Zijie's penis. Zhao Zijie's penis slid in and out of her vagina, up and down, again and again, up and down...

Zhao Zijie pressed his cheek against the pillow, then arched his back. The feeling was indescribably good, being held between her legs, so strange and so wonderful. It felt like he had been with Su's mother, but a thousand times better, because Zhao Zijie wasn't wearing a condom, and because this was with Xu Qiaolan, not Su's mother. Zhao Zijie reached out and placed his hands on her breasts, helping them slide up and down. She smiled and nodded; she was becoming increasingly wet, and with each thrust, Zhao Zijie heard a clear gasp. Zhao Zijie's fingers circled her brown nipples. Xu Qiaolan's smile vanished, replaced by an undeniably hungry expression. Zhao Zijie leaned forward and put the tip of her left breast in his mouth. She moaned as his fingers brushed through Zhao Zijie's hair. Then Zhao Zijie licked the tip of her fragrant breast with his tongue.

"I understand why that woman scratched you with her nails," she groaned. She moved faster, faster, until Zhao Zijie could no longer hold her taut nipple tightly in his mouth. Her large breasts swayed, and Zhao Zijie was surprised by the quietness of the room. There were no animalistic groans or growls. Zhao Zijie was too shocked to say anything. The feeling was amazing, being so deeply inside a beautiful woman like this. Her breathing became faster and heavier. "Ah..." she said. Zhao Zijie grasped her breasts again. "Mmm..." Xu Qiaolan maintained a steady rhythm, up and down, until Zhao Zijie began to feel a heat rising deep in his testicles. The pleasure became clearer and stronger, almost unbearable for Zhao Zijie. This was so much better than just oral sex, because Zhao Zijie could see in Xu Qiaolan's eyes that she also enjoyed it very much. "Xu Qiaolan, it's almost here, I'm about to cum." She liked it this way. They were really coming. The bed creaked under her not-so-illusory weight as Zhao Zijie thrust upwards into her, trying to repay her with some of the pleasure she was giving him. It seemed she should do that, because she raised her hand and pulled off the hairpin from her elegant headscarf, letting her thick black hair fall loose over her shoulders. Now, as she straddled Zhao Zijie, her hair bounced back.

"Shoot, sweetheart..." she murmured, staring intently at Zhao Zijie, her lips curling into a kiss. "Shoot, shoot, Zhao Zijie, shoot inside me, give it to me, give me your semen, I want it so badly." Her hands gently stroked the scratches on Zhao Zijie's stomach. "Shoot, keep going, shoot, let all the warm, wet stuff go inside me. Shoot, shoot, shoot!" When this happened, it was almost like an electric shock, too fast. Xu Qiaolan let out a strange noise, a long, low moan. This shattered Zhao Zijie's remaining resistance. He placed his hands on her ribs and violently thrust himself into her, but Xu Qiaolan was too heavy, too big. She held firmly in place, her vulva sliding up and down Zhao Zijie's penis at its own pace.

Zhao Zijie cried out, shifting his buttocks from side to side, trying to get that last bit of friction he needed. But Xu Qiaolan continued to fuck Zhao Zijie, preventing him from fucking her. Her heavy body pressed against Zhao Zijie's stomach, riding him. The smooth walls of her vagina brought Zhao Zijie to a state of ecstasy beyond his imagination. When Zhao Zijie ejaculated, it felt like a volcanic eruption; the terrible pressure that had accumulated over a long time seemed to continue forever. This time, on the contrary, she thrust one last time. Zhao

Zijie's frenzied testicles tightened, releasing a huge torrent into her indescribable vagina. "Oh, oh!" This was all Zhao Zijie could say when he ejaculated inside a woman's body once again. Zhao Zijie was panting heavily. When his testicles emptied inside her, he could barely breathe. "More, more," she said, still fucking Zhao Zijie, her vagina squeezing him completely. Xu Qiaolan moaned, "Baby, fill me up!" Her voice was so loud it startled Zhao Zijie. Their entire sexual encounter had been strangely peaceful and silent, and now Zhao Zijie wanted to scream too, so he did.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh..." She leaned forward, kissing Zhao Zijie, her soft lips meeting his numb ones. "Are you alright, darling?"

"I think I fainted,"

Zhao Zijie whimpered. She grinned, "Is everything you dream of like this?"

"No, I've never dreamed it would feel so good." She laughed. "You can't possibly know! I mean, you know how good I make you feel with my hands, with my mouth, but some things are special when it comes to sex." She lifted her body, sliding out of Zhao Zijie's soft penis, and he pulled away from her wet vagina.

"I'll be right back." She climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. Zhao Zijie heard the splashing water in the tub—a relaxing, soothing sound. About a minute after his head hit the cool pillow, Zhao Zijie dozed off, more content than ever before in his life. He woke up when Xu Qiaolan pinched his bottom. "Yes," she sighed, "you're a mature man now, you fall asleep as soon as you're satisfied."

"I can sleep for a whole week after that, which is...not surprising at all." She kissed Zhao Zijie's forehead. “It’s like this,”

Zhao Zijie rested his head on her warm breasts, “Are you still going to the provincial capital with Wang Decheng? You can come work with me; I’m sure my friends won’t mind.” She stroked Zhao Zijie’s hair. “I think I’ll still stick to my decision.”

“Damn it.”

“Oh, come on, now that you’re rich, lots of women will be interested in you, and they’ll flaunt their breasts in front of you, and you’ll forget everything.”

Zhao Zijie looked up at her. “I will never, ever forget you.” She smiled. “You probably won’t, and I won’t forget you either.” She kissed Zhao Zijie’s lips. “Can I ask you a question?” “

Of course.”

“How did you lose your virginity?” The question seemed to surprise her. “Me? Wow, that was a long time ago, a long, long time ago.”

“You don’t remember?”

“Of course I remember!” She pinched Zhao Zijie’s nose. “I was about your age, I forgot his name, he was a senior in college, tall, broad-shouldered…” She sighed. “Very handsome, we sneaked to one of our high school basketball courts, spread out a big blanket, and then we did it there, under the starlight, it was wonderful. He knelt on top of me, he was my first boyfriend, he was fucking my breasts, I didn’t know boys liked that, he knelt on my chest, fucking my big breasts, playing with that spot on my breasts, when he ejaculated between my breasts, it was so crazy, licking his, he had a big body, he said he had never met a girl with a pair of big breasts that he could penetrate like that before, and then he put his body inside me, he was so elegant, he was so sweet…”

"You two fell in love?"

"Oh! Yes, I definitely thought we'd get married after that."

"So what happened?" She sighed. "He dumped me, my heart was shattered, but I had the last laugh. Years later, the girl he went after dumped him, and he crawled back and told me he'd made a terrible mistake, that he still loved her. But I'm dating Wang Decheng now, and I love him ten times more than I ever loved him before." She stroked Zhao Zijie's face. "Sweetheart, I know this is funny, but when you're in love with someone, it can be even more intense. You'll realize later what true love is."

"I love you,"

Zhao Zijie said sincerely. "I love you too, but not in the way we're in love, and you don't love me like you're in love either."

"Maybe not..."

Zhao Zijie said, admitting that he liked Xu Qiaolan more for the allure of her sexy body. Her fingers were stroking Zhao Zijie's face, then moved down to play with the body hair on his chest: "That doesn't mean we can't have more fun before I leave."

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